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Raia’s whole body tensed as she felt Telperiën’s arms close around her suddenly. All in all, she’d found the girl’s demeanor and palpable eagerness for battle unsettling, but the action served as an indicator that they’d finished docking. When the other girl turned to offer 2V the same awkward gesture, Raia rose to go check on Vex’aedr, who was pacing in the living area apparently enjoying the attack on the ship as much as Raia had.

 

He nuzzled her as she approached and licked the tears on her cheek she hadn’t realized were there. She leaned her head against his and took a few moments to anchor herself to Raynuk, through him. I am the Warrior King’s daughter.

 

The sound of Telperiën dashing down the stairs to the cargo hold and exit caught her attention. Raia knew very little of the girl’s father, despite the foul spirit of the man possessing her and driving her to slit Raynuk’s throat only a few short days ago. There was something of his spirit she could see within Telperiën and a fear of him finding his way back into Raia’s mind kept the girl from being too willing to let her guard down.

 

Instead of following Telperiën to the Kyber, Raia moved toward Raynuk’s room, Vex close at her heels, sniffing the air slightly behind her, clearly waiting to see what she was going to do. The doors parted as she approached and she hesitated for a moment when she spotted the layout of his duster, warhammer, and charric carbine rifle. Her mind played over the horror of that night when her body hadn’t been her own and she’d taken a knife to the throat of the man who’d given her a home when she’d had none, the same man who called her meita.

 

I am the Warrior King’s daughter, she reminded herself again, reaching for his hammer and slinging it across her back. Again, she could feel the fear gripping her and all she wanted to do was remain on the Ravenhammer, but she knew Draken was here and possibly Raynuk as well. Her father had come to protect her when the ships had come for them. Vex padded up beside her, his gaze fixing upon her, wordless yet somehow filling the silence. She grabbed and slung the charric rifle as well and finally made her way out of the Ravenhammer with Telperiën practically bouncing with excitement when Raia had finally joined her and they headed down the ramp together, the massive white shadow close behind.

 

As Ca’Aran approached her, she absently took the water and merely shrugged when he offered her food. The horrors of what she’d just witnessed were still too new for her to fully understand how to begin processing the images, feelings, or thoughts that tumbled through her mind one seemingly more persistent than the next. Her hands twitched and clenched nervously itching for something to occupy them. She wanted to draw, but this was hardly the time or the place.

 

Delta must have known something was off from her silence because he dug around in a nearby pack for something and produced some sort of meal pouch as another woman approached. She’d heard his apology and had even forgiven him, but she couldn’t find the words right then, so she gave him a brief hug instead, hoping he would understand she didn’t hate him anymore.

 

Deciding it was better to eat something, Raia took a few bites of the warm food until she caught sight of Draken’s panther striding toward where Vex had sat a few meters away. The tuk’ata seemed to be feeling equally out of place, its massive head swiveling around, taking in the entire scope of the collection of ships. At least, until he spotted Draken’s panther.

 

Vex’aedr stood up as Draken and his pet approached, asserting his own physical superiority over the panther, watching the smaller feline with an untrusting air, as though he was expecting the panther to do something unsavory; that or Vex was simply hungry and itching for a hunt and had eyed the panther as its next meal.

 

Raia took a few more bites and turned toward the sound of Draken’s voice as Delta offered his borderline polite greeting.

“I am the Warrior King’s daughter and my father needs his things,” she slowly agreed in a voice that was somehow hollow and bore conviction at the same time. The truth was she was utterly scared, but she also knew she could trust Draken and would have to in order to learn all she could from him. “I will go if I won’t be a burden to you, Master Draken.”

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Draken arched one eyebrow. “Raia, He isn’t here. Nor do I go to join him, He has his path and I mine. You have a choice. Join me and forge your path on the way of the Krath or find destiny on your own. If not then, perhaps the Slug will train you after all. I can promise you though that the scum in front of you has nothing to teach except for how to feed off the scraps of his betters."

 

The disappointment at Raynuk’s absence was evident on the young girl’s face, but the choice was hers to make as were the consequences of that choice. He turned and walked towards a nearby heavily armored shuttle, not turning to see if she was follow him.

 

Krakis sat still for a moment looking between Raia and Draken for a moment before headbutting her towards the shuttle with a questioning growl then getting up to follow Draken, his stride quick and deadly as he boarded the shuttle behind Draken. Draken reached down and scratched Krakis behind one ear then set his staff beside him as he fired up the engines of the shuttle.

 

The girl cast one look back at Delta and the other woman, but ultimately boarded the shuttle with Draken, with the great white tuk’ata protectively on her heels.

 

He piloted the shuttle out of the Kyber’s hanger and studied the readout for a moment before finding what he wanted. A large piece of wreckage was caught in the planet’s gravity and was plummeting towards the planet. He smiled and guided the ship towards the wreckage, matching its speed and course perfectly to mask his arrival on the planet, breaking away moments before impact with the ground.

 

Landing the ship nearby, he looked at her and reached into his cloak and removed a blaster and several silver orbs. He passed them to her with a smile. “Don’t throw them too close, they pack a punch.”

 

He picked up his staff and stood up, heading towards the rear of the ship, he could hear the roar of berserk Wookiees closing in on the shuttle. “It begins.” He opened the shuttle hatch and spoke two words, a simple command, but one that the massive onyx feline had been waiting for.

 

“Krakis, hunt.”

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With Raynuk’s warhammer and charric slung across her back, Raia exited the shuttle more hesitantly than Draken and Krakis had. She could feel the tenseness of Vex’s muscles beneath her hand as she squinted against the Kashyyyki sun when they emerged together.

 

“Hunt, Brālis,” she bade him join the panther who’d already begun advancing on the humongous creatures that were making their way toward the shuttle. It gave her no joy or rush to send the great beast about his work, but she’d come down to the planet’s surface and it was now a matter of survival if she was to continue alongside her new teacher.

 

Draken’s panther had already set eagerly about his work, bounding powerfully at the face of one of the tall shaggy beings ravaging its face before leaping onto a second, raking his back claws against the Wookiee’s back - a true apex hunter from the wild jungles of Dathomir.

 

Vex’aeder wasn’t about to be outdone as he demonstrated his own apex hunting skills, greatly enhanced by what Raynuk had engineered him to do. Raia stood there for a moment watching the two beasts tear through the Wookiee lines as the natives worked to organize.

 

A yelp from Vex as one of their shots grazed his flank, spurred Raia to action and she took one of the silver orbs Draken had given her, found the activator switch, and lobbed it past the group that Krakis and Vex were engaged with to the ranks behind.

 

"Vex!" Raia cried, calling him back as she brought the charric carbine rifle around, pulling at the stock and raising it to fire at the remaining Wookiees. The tuk'ata's enhanced speed and agility brought him quickly to her side where she could see the tell-tale black of the near miss across his left flank.

 

Trusting Draken to keep her safe, she placed her hand on the wound and drew on the Force to encourage the healing process even as Vex snarled at her in pain.

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The wind began to pick up as Draken watched for a moment, observing the way that Krakis and Vex fought. So fair they had avoided getting hurt, but that looked to change soon as Wookiees from the rear ranks began to push to the front bearing arm blades.

 

“Krakis, back. To the trees, hunt from above.”

 

He stepped forward, staff in hand and stopped several feet away from the wookiees and smiled as crimson lightning erupted inside the orb of the staff and was reflected throughout the staff. Almost immediately a massive wookiee stepped forward with a roar that broke through the concussive blast of the thermal detonator exploding within the ranks of the wookiees, scorching many of the wookiees outside of the immediate blast radius, maiming and killing those within the blast radius. The Wookiee roared a second time and clashed his blades together, stepping forward and slashing both blades at Draken’s head.

 

“Solo combat? A trifle passé don’t you think?”

 

He spun out of the way the descending blades and struck once with the staff, the poisoned spike at the bottom of the staff penetrating the left side of the Wookiees rib cage and nicking its heart, sending the necrotic poison into the heart and due to the high heart rate of the creature quickly through the bloodstream.

 

Draken took a step back and watched the Wookiee try to overcome the poison and nodded as a massive gout of blood erupted from its mouth. That was the poison breaking down the lungs and he watched as the wookiee hit the ground in front of him, his arm blades clattering away from his body as howls of anger erupted from the rest of the wookiees gathered in the clearing.

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The mercenaries, their objective completed and having found more pressing matters on the horizon, gathered up their dead and exfiltrated on Black Sun craft back to their own ships. Something had reached out to touch Saint's mind after the vision, the Dark Lord she thought, but trying to seize the reins on that opportunity would just leave them tumbling in the dirt. In time they would carve their own place in the galaxy, and then such things as galactic war could be considered. But for now, it was a time of remembrance and rebirth. Before departing, Saint had established an encrypted communication method with the others for when preparations were complete.

 

Saint still cradled a bowcaster liberated from a fallen wookie when returned to her ship. A passion project for another time. For now, after checking her accounts, she sent out feelers for the next step in her people's great journey, finally settling on Sullust. Claiming to be an entrepreneur looking to set up a mining claim on a hazardous world, she transmitted some basic guidelines and project needs and set a course for the Sullust system for a face to face meeting.

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Looking around as she tried to make sense of the chaos around her, she thought she counted fourteen Wookiees closing on their platform as Vex and Krakis took up positions near her. Her mouth was dry with the realization she’d just ended a half-dozen Wookiee lives for doing no more than defending their home from the invading forces.

 

I am the Warrior King’s daughter. Once more, in order to survive, her hand was being forced to kill once again. This is what being Raynuk’s daughter meant. This is what being Sith meant.

 

There were two paths on to the platform where their shuttle had come to rest and the natives were doing their best to take what home advantages they could by splitting their forces between the two paths. Eight of them closed on Draken, seeking to overwhelm the Sith Master through their sheer numbers, while six formed up in a circle in an attempt to defend from Krakis’s strikes from above and Vex’s ferociousness below. They’d clearly identified the small girl as the weakest point in the Sith incursion and sought to press that advantage to get to Draken’s flank.

 

Despite her trembling hands, Raia pushed her fear aside and opened herself to the Force to guide her shots. A few went wide, but one found its mark and felled one of the Wookiee’s advancing on her position. She keenly felt his death echoing through the Force, but forced the regret aside reminding herself that she had to survive this. She owed her father that much.

 

She had to make him proud of her.

 

Krakis made short work of two of the remaining five while Vex answered with two kills of his own, turning to snap at the remaining Wookiee who charged past him toward Raia.

 

She froze for a moment as the rampaging Wookiee reached for her. Then, in a purely instinctual move, her lightsaber found her hand and she thumbed the activator switch and spun the weapon, connecting with her attacker and sending him reeling back missing a paw.

 

There was another howl from above as a Wookiee that she’d missed dropped down from the level above with a thunderous impact that shook the entire platform and brought Raia to her knees. The lightsaber deactivated as she tried to regain her balance, but a massive paw closed around her neck and brought her face to face with a very angry Wookiee. Letting out a roar that might have peeled the paint off of the Ravenhammer with its stench, he drew back his free hand and readied to skewer her with his arm blades as Vex tangled with the now armless Wookiee who’d tried his luck with Raia moments earlier.

 

Panic shot through her and she screamed in rage and defiance through the Force. In that same moment, a tree branch came from nowhere impaling the Wookiee where he stood, his hand still tight around her throat. The life drained away from him and his grip slackened, dropping her a few feet to the platform below and leaving her gasping for breath.

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"Lord Diresto, Lord Quietus. These creatures parlay with our mortal enemy, show them no mercy."

 

Raynuk stood side by side with the Spider and the Hutt, sadistically grinning as the Dark Lord gave the simplest of orders, and waited for the wookiees to make their terrible mistakes. Exodus and Sheog each grew their signature weapons and brought them to bare as the swarm rushed in. But Raynuk was not so fortunately armed; having been in the cockpit of the Darksoul he had left behind his warhammer and his charric, reduced to only his lightsabers in terms of physical weapons, both of which hung at his sides, itching to be used in proper combat once more.

 

But unlike the Dark Lord and the Master Krath, Raynuk was himself a weapon, fueled by rage, anger, and pain. So as the wookiees came crashing in upon the trio of Sith Masters, as Sheog cleaved his axe through wookiee flesh, as Exodus's blade found purchase of its own, Raynuk's hands balled into fists and he took a first step forward to meet the swarm of flesh and fur. The first wookiee that Raynuk met swiped at the Sith with claws and fury, but missed completely before Raynuk's delivered a crushing fist to the ribs of the wookiee with enough power to send it stumbling back. There was only a brief moment before more wookiees had set upon him, and Raynuk became a blur of movement as the thrill of close combat washed over him. Another beast slashed at him with both arms arcing inward, causing Raynuk to catch both furred forearms against his own before delivering a snarled filled headbutt of his own, caving in the wookiee's skull with the impact.

 

Every attack, every counter, every wookiee roar continued to feed into Raynuk's complete transformation once again into Darth Quietus, and with it came a change in his very presence in the Force; it was likely the very thing that Exodus had been waiting for since Raynuk pledged his allegiance to the new Dark Lord. One by one, Quietus tore through the wookiees with only his hands, delivering bone crunching fists, blow-breaking arms, and organ crushing boots until the wookiees learned the foolish nature of targeting him and gave him a breath of space and distance. And it was in that momentary lapse of action that Raynuk felt that not all of the anger and rage was his own.

 

Normally his connection to Jaina was decidedly guarded on both ends; she, being defensive about letting him into her mind, and him closing the door to the light that she carried. But in that moment, the guards were gone from both ends, and the doors were smashed open. But it was not light that was emerging from their connection, but anger, and rage, and the lust of battle that rivaled his own. Wherever she was, Raynuk and Jaina were feeding each other in darkness, anger and battle. Raynuk would have been concerned by the change, but Darth Quietus relished it, and fed upon it.

 

A slow, harsh deep intake of air preceded another of those evil smiles, and Quietus lashed out at the wookiees who had given pause to foolishly and recklessly attacking him. He charged the nearest wookiee with a roar of his own, sliding between the creature's legs at the last second as the wookiee's clawed arms clapped through the air where Quietus had been nano-seconds before. But it was not enough for the Wolf, who lashed out with a boot to the creature's knee as he passed. Once cleared, he sprang back to his feet, catching another wookiee by surprise with his speed as he grabbed the creature and threw it at the back of the first wookiee. A clawed mitt slashed down at him, barely missing his face until Quietus grabbed the wookiee's forearm with both hands, using the momentum of the strike to break the arm over his shoulder resulting in a howl of pain.

 

Enough play time... make them suffer... the darkness called to him, and Quietus obeyed.

 

He withdrew Navemiba from it's sheath letting the small blade fall into his hand while his other reached for his lightsaber, his eyes wild as they danced from target to target. His hand shot out towards a group of them, and with the motion Navemiba shot out from his hand as well, rocketing towards the one wookiee in the center. The blade ripped clear through the wookiee's furry chest, exploding out of its back, spraying its friends with gore before Raynuk yanked the chain back to call the blade back to his hand. Quietus did not wait for the wookiee to fully collapse to the ground before he set into motion again. He slammed his full weight into knocking a charging wookiee off balance, viciously slicing down with the blade to sever limb from torso, following the wookiee to the ground and repeatedly introducing Navemiba to the wookiee's flesh and fur.

 

He took a glancing blow off the shoulder of his armor that ceased his attack, but only momentarily before he spun back to his feet, clubbing the attacker with the pommel of his lightsaber on the side of the head, sending both combatants off balance. But Quietus recovered quicker, planting a foot to reverse the swing he had just taken, bringing the hilt of his lightsaber back; only this time he ignited the blade. The orange fire burst from the handle, cleaving the wookiee in two before it likely even knew what happened. Quietus moved instantly to another of the wookiees, and between Navemiba and his lightsaber, began carving a path of death, gore, and severed limbs through the advancing beasts.

 

He was vaguely aware of Exodus and Sheog's own efforts in the battle, and a few times his deadly chained blade allowed him the reach to cover their backs and flanks when the need arose. The number of wookiee attackers was seemingly limitless, and in the midst of the carnage Quietus swore that one of them looked more like a young male, muscular and wild, his dark hair spiraling out in every direction and woven through with leaves and bones and the small skulls of tiny rodentia; decidedly unlike a wookiee. But the moment he fell beneath Quietus' rage and strikes, he appeared to be a wookiee once again. Somewhere in his mind, Raynuk realized that the image was a flash of whatever, and wherever, Jaina was. But knowing Jaina was in combat as fevered as his own, that she was feeling the darkness and the anger welling up within her, only served to embolden his own darkness and anger.

 

A stab with his lightsaber lead to extracting the blade with a spin that bisected two more wookiees, while Navemiba flew on her chain with centrifugal force in an extended spin, slicing across the throats of even more enemies of the Sith. All around the three Sith, the wookiee's were falling, and failing. He slammed another beast face first into the ground with the Force before him, then stepped forward and kicked as hard as he could into the side of the wookiee's head, finding the sickening snap that resulted to be music to his ears.

 

Then the Force screamed at him; or rather, he would realize later, he heard a scream through the Force. It was a scream of rage and defiance, and he knew in his mind and in his heart that it was Raia that screamed. Raynuk raged against the implications, which only served to further drive Quietus to the slaughter, blasting a group of wookiees backwards with the Force to slam into the trees behind them. The wookiees were now impaled upon the very trees, with their famously strong branches, that they revered and defended.

 

Raia was alive, he knew that much, and Quietus would not abandon such a fight and a hunt; not when he stood shoulder to shoulder with the Dark Lord in glory.

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Telperiën held onto one of the flight handles on the side of the shuttle as ground fire rocked the ship like a leaf in a stiff wind. The murder of their fellow soldier all but forgotten by the men as the ship shook and whined as it dove through superheated atmosphere. It was not long at all until they had made a very rough groundfall.

 

The ship ground itself to a stop in the thick sand of a Kashyyykian beach and the troops boiled out with war cries flying like arrows from their throats. It was a beautiful thing to watch as one by one they were gunned down by a weapon emplacement somewhere up in the trees. Red and green blaster bolt tore through human and alien flesh like a brilliant fireworks display. In the underbrush she saw a ronto tearing wildly through the trees, panicked and all out of its element. When the ship was all but empty of soldiers, Telperiën sprinted in serpentine, dodging left to right, her bare feet making little impression on the white sand and carrying her as fast as she could muster to a low hedge of vegetation. Danger sense pricked up and she dove into the bushes, narrowly avoiding a bolt from a wookiee powered crossbow. The red fire hot bolt curved around her back and left a furrow of smoking tunic and seared flesh. Telperiën kept the scream of pain internal and she burrowed into the underbrush, she couldn’t very well take on an entire force of dug in wookiees.The brutes.

She crawled slowly in the underbrush, pulling herself forward with her arms, silent as she had been on hunting parties back on Dathomir. Except this prey wasn’t rabbits, it was very strong and very pissed off beasts. Meter by meter she pulled herself forward, the brown dirt streaking itself across her tunic and armour, concealing the blacks and reds of her armour in a dirty but camouflaged brown and black. Soon after minutes of crawling she was underneath the gun emplacement. She stretched out with her senses as her mother had taught her and felt three of them.

 

Or perhaps a nest of them, with their big guns right above her, twenty or so arm lengths in a tree platform. Telperiën lay quietly in the bushes at the tree roots, and kept quiet until she was sure that no one was looking for her or had sensed her, then she slowly pulled out the force strengthened wooden knife that her mother had given her and clenched the blade between her teeth to keep it handy for the climb. The wood tasted bitter and damp in her mouth, slightly like blood, probably from one of the many kills her mother Qaela had gotten with it.

 

Looking up and down the tree she finally found a route in its thick, scaled bark and followed it. She had been taught on Dathomir how to freeclimb efficiently, placing her hands in the many cracks that scattered the bark of the mighty tree and slowly scaled the trunk. One handhold at a time. Until she was at the edge of the platform. She pulled herself up to her elbows and rested her chin on the edge, looking at her targets. Her purple eyes scanning the platform ahead of her. Three large furry beasts, eight feet tall, and stronger than any man she had ever encountered. Their fur a mix of browns and dark blacks. All of them had their backs to her and they were distracted picking off soldiers from the armies of Black Sun and the Sith. Telperiën took a deep breath and let her mind focus onto the force, she could sense the strong presences of the Trinity and even Raia not very far away but she was not looking for them though she did take the moment to pass Raia some reassurance.

 

You come to me again child?

 

The voice was her father’s, wicked and dark in its tones that washed through her mind.

 

Yes, I need your advice on how to deal with these creatures.

 

The laugh that echoed in return quick and biting. Censuring her weakness.

 

Reach into his mind and carve out his soul.

Release his inner beast and you will break him and them.

 

Telperiën reached out with her mind to touch the largest wookiee’s mind. He was concentrating and rejoicing in the fight, bathing in every victory, celebrating each human kill as a sacred act of revenge against the invaders. She dove through the unfamiliar mind, searching for the shield, the block that kept him from breaking, and finally found the siphon that he put every action through.

 

Nallani

 

His mate, his love, his life.

 

She grabbed that memory with the force and brutally tore it away. The reaction was immediate, the claws on the tips of his fingers emerged and he began churning through rounds, blasting everything that moved with the E-Web he commanded. One of his partners put her hand on his back to steady him and he reacted with a slash of his claws. Then the fight was on. The E-web silenced as the bloody brawl began between former friends and ended with both smaller wookiee’s laying at the bottom of the platform, broken and bloody.

 

Telperiën pulled herself to her feet and let out a laugh of victory that instantly died in her throat as the beast she created turned on her. Fear spiked like bile into her throat as she pulled the knife from her clenched teeth and held it in one shaking hand.

 

Kriff

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Draken watched Raia for a moment to see what she was doing, Vex and Krakis were guarding her well enough that he could turn his attention to the remainder of the Wookiees. He smiled and beckoned mockly to the near berserk creatures in front of him. With a roar, they charged at him, the first reaching him in a few strides, driving his blades both low and high but Draken was no longer in that spot. He took a side step back and to the right, letting the Wookiee’s momentum carry it forward onto the spike of his staff.

 

He spun the staff in his hands, the sharpened blade mulching its internal organs before he removed the spike and cracked the second’s nasal cavity with the orb of the staff driving the bone shards deep into the Wookiee’s brain. It took two more steps, its body not realizing that the brain was dead. A second later, it collapsed backwards breaking the stride of another charging Wookiee and sending it sprawling in front of Draken who plunged the spear tip into the base of its neck, severing its spine.

 

“I guess he got the point of it.”

 

As soon as he said it, he chuckled. Battlefield puns did make the conflict amusing, though not everyone seemed to enjoy them. While he considered the factor that made punning hilarious during a fight, two more wookiees tried to lift his head from his shoulders with their blades. He struck the ground with his staff and unleashed a blast of force lightning knocking the Wookiees back and giving him about three feet of room which was the exact amount of room to crack the ribcage of a nearby wookiee and unleash a gout of lightning into the cracked rib cage and sending a rather irritating burnt wet dog hair smell into the air.

 

More wary now the remaining four wookiees began to circle him, thinking that the other wookiees would finish Raia quickly and could join them against him. Draken reached out with the force, catching each of the four wookiees in a force grip. He let his senses sink into their bodies to the microscopic level till he could feel their blood rushing through their veins, each beat of the heart propelling rivers of blood through the bodies. This was where a precise touch came into play.

 

He reached out and began to manipulate the currents of the force, drawing on power and twisting it to his will. Playing the power over and through the blood, he began to change it as minute bolts of lightning arc through the blood, crisping tiny bits of blood and creating the building blocks for what he planned. He poured more power into their veins, his practiced hand moving the currents to where they were needed most and directing the lightning arcs when to strike.

 

Though paralyzed, the wookiees were still able to feel pain and also to vocalize as evidenced by the roar of pain from the younger Wookiee’s lips as a shard of crystal erupted from its shoulder followed quickly by one exploding from its stomach, the deep crimson stained yellow with bile. He tilted his head and beckoned a second time, not to the wookiees but to the growing crystals.

 

“Come to me my beauties. Show me your deadly shapes”

 

He guided yet more power into the crystals, focusing on the smaller wookiee and the growing shards. He stopped for a moment, surprised to realize that it was a female and that the crystals rather than being larger and more rounded, they were small and sleek. This was a something he hadn’t expected to see and something that he would have to test further to see if it was an aberration. However this was not the time for that and he unleashed one final wave of the force on the four Wookiees, pulling the crystals through their blood and shredding their veins and internal organs, leaving them on the ground with blood and visera everywhere and four small piles of crystals in front of him, each individual crystal different from every other one in some form or other.

 

He turned to look at Raia, who was gasping for air with a lightsabre in her hand as a wookiee hung impaled on a tree, its paw opening and closing as the final seconds of its life passed. He arched an eyebrow at her then looked over at Krakis who was finishing off one final wookiee with the cracking of a skull though beneath its powerful jaws. He nodded to the panther and walked over to Raia and rested his hand on her shoulder.

 

“You did well. You have a great deal of power, now you and I have to discover how to forge it till your power is like a scalpel.”

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Raia didn’t move from where the Wookiee had dropped her, despite the blood from the beast forming a pool around her and soaking into her tunic and pants. There was so so much of it too, a brilliant crimson that had once flowed through the being as much as the Force had flowed through her to end his life. She sat there, staring through the platform, seemingly into the obscured abyss beneath, shaking and trying to make sense of all that had just happened.

 

She drew back when she felt Draken’s hand on her shoulder, but stilled and shifted her hollow gaze beyond him, even as he offered up his praise. Beyond him, she saw the clustered crystals he’d crafted from the Wookiees and couldn’t stop the bile that rose in her throat as the meager food Delta had been smart enough to give her made its return.

 

Spitting a few times, she moved further away from the pool of blood and bile and looked up at him, the silver fabric of her tunic and hands covered in the same blood from her kill, “I don’t understand. Why, Master Draken? Did they hurt the Sith in some way?” She didn’t want to kill again, not without knowing the purpose behind such atrocities, and even then it was still too much for her. “Please...I can heal our forces, instead. Please don’t ask me to kill more. I can’t....”

 

Somehow she managed to keep herself from crying, though the edges of her eyes shifted slightly as the threat loomed. She wanted some reason that could justify why the Sith were invading and killing the natives simply for defending their homeworld. She’d never felt such death before. On some level she’d hoped that she’d be able to stomach more of the violence that she now understood was part of being a Sith when she was reborn in her new body, but whatever drivers Mitral and her mother had instilled in her, proved much more stubborn than something that could be erased in death.

 

She knew she was letting Raynuk down, a thought she almost couldn’t bear any more than she could the idea that more of these being’s blood would spill by her hands that day. “Let me be useful some other way. Please, Master Draken,” she implored, her mind still too over-clocked to register that she was also likely disappointing her teacher as well.

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The rest of the extraction was uneventful, the vision still lingered in everyone’s minds. Saint issued out orders to everyone, the beginnings of a real group were being placed. Lysander orders were clear and he made his way to the Hand of Malcore. Once inside his ship all he heard was robotic laughter from all the droids.

 

“So what, didn’t pay the stripper? Wouldn’t be the first time. Knew you were a furry lover.” Chuckled UR3

 

“Shut up and prep the tank” barked Lysander as we wondered why he even gave them distinct personalities.

 

“What do you think that will do? Your arm is more dust than bone, it will take a while for it to even remotely heal.” warned UR3 as he stared to pull out the necessary equipment.

 

“We have work to do! A quick fix is all I need for the time being” Lysander said as he began to strip off his armor, the pain in his arm pulsing with every move. With the command of his voice the on board computer sent out a message to the contact on Tatooine.

 

UR3 filled the tank and prepped Lysander for entry. After entry Lysander closed his eyes and began to dream of the angel once again. The ship began to take off and head towards its next destination, Tatooine.

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Kashyyyk Falls

Sith Trinity | King Exodus

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The conditions that the field of battle suffered from worsened almost oppressively. The palpable haze condensed further once the roots of the old trees were strenuously unearthed. Compact shells and lethal rounds punched into the sodden barricade that the Hutt had raised, and centuries of buried soot ballooned into the atmosphere as a result. Deep ravines and misaligned chasms scattered across the contrived arena when the control of nature was loosened, and the Krath pressed forward. These eruptions did nothing to stop the feverish Wookies that scampered foolishly towards the Trinity. Exodus repressed his own footing, exacting the distance between his first kill and then propelled himself at a warp of speed that erased the notions of physical science.

 

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Frowrooo was at a loss of his senses, his homeworld fell into a state of panic and so too did his heart. His soul burned with an avid hatred, but the uncertainties of what his enemies wanted plagued his mind. The smog was nothing but a distraction, and as he laid eyes on the three trespassers, his paws drove him even faster. He let out a roar that echoed the war-cries of his kin, so powerful was the sound that it organically invigorated his clansmen for miles. His focus narrowed onto the three; the enormous monster of a Hutt, the white-haired berserker, and the still man with the eyes of emerald fire. Frowrooo shifted his wicked heave of body weight towards the Green-One, panting heavily with rage. “Waahwo akrcworo—” the Shyriiwook language belted from his maw as saliva spat forward with viscid pronunciation.

 

Lord Exodus intercepted the beast before it could finish. The clash of his cold-blooded speed versus the voracious movement of the Wookie produced a loud and muffled thud of impact. It was within the cycle of the creatures’ exhalation that Exodus bent at the knees and lowered his body to launch like a cannon into the chest of Frowrooo. The surprise would normally buckle a man with the force of an armored hovertrain, but these creatures were infamously resilient. Frowrooo reeled backwards, skidding quite a distance as his brethren pushed forward chaotically into the hands of the white-haired one. The creature wanted to react, his entire body awaited the command, but his body betrayed him. The wind was literally torn from his powerful longs and nauseousness overcame him. Frowrooo looked down at the exposed back of his assailant and found the strength to gather his shaggy brown arms above his head in hopes to at least break the back of this strange man. He knew he was puny, he would fall like straw when he was done with him.

 

 

  • “So.. They were here.” The Dark Lord offered a short laugh.

 

Frowrooo watched as the man, who was now covered in blood, stepped backwards slowly. The man had left a blade punctured inside of his abdomen, and the adrenaline that he had arrived with slowly faded. The weapon exhausted him as he looked over the entry point of the blade, and where it exited through his back. He could not explain what it was that was draining him of his very thoughts, blood now leaking from his ears. He could not move, his mind was a blur, and wrath turned to fear instantaneously. “You have made your bed with the Jedi for the last time. All that you know, will perish. I suggest you make peace with that before you fall.” Exodus dismissed the creature, and ripped the handle of his runic warblade back into his possession, tearing apart what was comparable to the hepatic artery as he did so. Frowrooo dropped to his knees, his insides spilling from the angle, and the realization that he had lost in his exchange began to hit the rest of the Horde. It was far too late now, Lord Quietus and Lord Sheog rampaged through them with blinding efficiency, leaving piles of writhing bodies in their wake.

 

The Assassin did not move. His mind considered if there were still Jedi that hid inside these forests, scuttled beneath the dirt like rats in the presence of these powerful Sith. He wondered where his cousins of the force had run too when the turncoat Empire had declared the extinction of his people, or what they did to try and stifle the bounty hunt for all force users. The answer was nothing. Contempt filled his mind, and he expanded his prowess over the field at large. With Frowrooo now kneeling before him, Exodus planted Zveris into the ground beside him and crossed his arms without concern for the wild creatures all around him. His eyes burned powerfully, and a chain of inaudible words fell from his mouth. The power of Qâzoi Kyantuska was in the vein of the Spider like no other, and the Assassin was a breed of distinction within the Sith that the Dark Lord felt would forever be unequalled.

 

The warmth of wrath that colored his pupils now shed literally onto his face, the emerald enchantment buried inside of his vision leaked across his temples and down his cheekbones. The veins in his facial structure swelled as he commanded the force to saturate the immediacy of this vicinity. Blood from the Wookie Frowrooo trickled down the Dark Lord's chin and dripped onto his black traditional tapestry. The runes that were embedded into his warblade vibrated with similar enthusiasm, stirring with overflowing power. Dozens of Wookies that surrounded the Sith King now began to slow in their movements, shaking their heads as if they had run face-first into the nastiest of cobwebs.

 

“Give yourselves permission to be where you are,” Exodus spoke out, quietly to those around him, but significantly louder inside of the minds that he now had dominion over. “You arrived as feral as beasts, now show me your hunger!”

 

Dozens of Wookies roared louder than ever before, their minds completely abandoning reason. They could not shake the power of the force, such a weight of it had never before been laid onto their minds. Each of them, all differing in their sizes of monstrosities, snapped to their new reality. A ravenous hunger sat itself inside each of their stomachs, a peckish feeling of starvation eating at their senses. Frowrooo looked up towards Exodus one last time as he bled out. He reached towards the Dark Lord with a beggarly paw. “Akanworacwo!” He pleaded, trying to find a measure of reason before he lost consciousness. Exodus remained eerily quiet, looking down on the beast with an unforgiving look.

 

The Wookies were turning on one another with a new ferality, as if the Dark Lord had unleashed their most base instincts and set them ablaze with unruly appetite. More horrifying than that— the beasts were falling over one another, screaming without balance and violently eating the flesh from their fallen brothers like raw cattle. “Farewell Frowrooo. Send my regards to Kirlocca.” As Exodus stepped away at last, another hysterical Wookie tackled Frowrooo from his position of pleading and bit into his open wound with a solid crunch. Bits of fighter craft continued to pour onto the planet-side, setting fires to nearby sites. Another wave of the opposition would soon be upon them, but the allied forces were overwhelming the lands in floods.

 

 

Exodus slowly wiped the blood from his face.

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“Raia, this is the way of the Sith. Our order has always been expansionist in nature, we conquer worlds and bring them under our flag. We bring them technology and a greater understanding of the Galaxy, we also free them from the corruption of the rebellion and the fear of having their children stolen and brainwashed by the jedi. Worlds like this are always more difficult due to the primitive nature of the native race, they view the Jedi almost as gods who walk among men and the Rebellion as their chosen voice.

 

Those that fought against us and that fight against the remainder of the world have been brainwashed by the Jedi to believe that we are the ones that are evil and that their sworn duty is to fight against us.” He walked to the edge of the platform and motioned to her to join him.

 

“Look below us and see the natives of this world. They rise not only against us while following the mind control of our enemy but now they fall upon their own kind. It was but a matter of time before this was going to happen. I have seen this on other worlds years ago including the world I was born on while my parents were on embassy from Serenno. But this is not the time to tell you about this, ask me when the battle is over and we are on the way to Serenno and I will tell you more. Now as to what you asked I will not force you to kill anymore, just stay close to Vex, Krakis and I for now.”

 

Draken moved the staff to his left hand and looked down at Krakis who was licking the blood from his paws. “Krakis.” The panther looked up with a questioning growl. “Hunt?” The answering growl was all of the response he needed to hear. He nodded and reached out with the force, pulling the piles of crystals to him.

 

Draken began to draw heavily on the force, calling lightning to him and reaching out to the winds weaving them around him in a quickly growing storm. Soon the temperature began to drop and tiny ice crystals began to form from moisture in the air dropping to the ground in the form of hail. Then the crystals seemed to grow larger and no longer had the dull crunch when they struck the trees and the metal around the tree, now they shattered with a ping that sent shards flying in all directions.

 

He nodded as he watched the crystals swirl in front of him, he gestured with his staff so that the crystals that were already created joined those that were already in motion. His eyes began to glaze as his mind began to follow each crystal’s path and where it would intersect with bolts of force lightning. Reaching out with the force, he touched Raia’s mind, extending a glimpse of what he was seeing both of the power contained within the storm and the microscopic nuances required to manipulate that power as well as what it took to have each one of the thousands of crystals be different from the others.

 

Remember, raw power is not merely enough to be a Krath. You must have control of the power, you must be able to manipulate the power to your will, to the image that you see it taking.

 

He strode off of the platform and headed into the city, trusting that she would follow him even if she wasn’t ready to fight. Manipulating the currents of the force as he walked, he began to pull more wind into the storm causing the crystals to swirl faster and faster till they were nearly surrounded by a crimson tornado that was broken by bolts of ebony lightning that would strike the crimson. A roar caught Draken’s attention and he turned his head to look at the mass of wookiees that were charging towards them.

He shook his head and gestured minutely sending a wave of shards streaking out from the growing storm at speed. The crystals penetrated through the wookiees bodies, the smaller crystals blowing through the wookiees bodies like a lit lightsabre through cheese. The larger crystals piercing the Wookiees skin and organs to pin them against the trees and buildings.

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She tried to dodge aside from the wookiee’s wrath but was caught in its storm. She had only two options, dive off the platform or stand and fight.

 

She was Telperiën Ar-Pharazon, the daughter of Qaela and Lord Ar-Pharazon the Golden and she would not bow to any beast of the wild. Instead she swallowed her fear and struck when the moment was right.

 

Though razor sharp and durasteel strong, the knife that Qaela Darksong had bequeathed upon her daughter did little stop the raging madclaw. Her first strike was true, driving deep into his abdomen up to the hilts, the soft underfur tickling at her wrist and the deep crimson of his lifeblood spewed forth like a gurgling brook to splash and babble down her arms. Though the blow was fatal, it was not immediately so, which bode a doomful tide for the young daughter of once great Sith Lords. Panic struck her heart when the long arm of the Wookiee picked her up with ease by her bloody wrist and his other long appendage grabbed at her throat. She fell into the force, letting the panic and pain feed her. She began to chant as her eyes turned a bright yellow.

 

“Azagrath ens-”

 

Wookiee claws were sharper than she realized, tearing through her neck with little effort. Time seemed to slow as she could feel the sharp knife like claws cut through first her skin and then to the veins and arteries, voice box, and trachea below it. Cutting off the words of her chant and leaving her life hanging in the balance. She tried to speak but only felt a bubble of blood and air bleed out the gash in her neck, to pop uselessly under her chin. A gush of bile and blood followed it, spilling across her black armoured chest. Her eyes blinked several times as a red void began to enter her vision from the sides.

 

The wookiee, believing her dead, tossed her from the platform to land twenty meters below in the white sand of the beach.

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All around him, there was blood; there was carnage. All around him there was death, both of his own doing and from the efforts of the other two Sith that matched his importance. Raynuk was lost in a dance of conquest, over life and over the very planet that the Sith had chosen to make a target of.

 

“You have made your bed with the Jedi for the last time. All that you know, will perish. I suggest you make peace with that before you fall.”

 

The words of the Dark Lord to the wookiee came to Raynuk as he himself came upon another of the furred warriors who delivered a roar intended to intimidate. But Darth Quietus was too far into the battle to allow such a thing to even register. The response was simple, quick, and efficient. His mind played with all the methods that his physical body could end this life; using his weapons, using the wookiee’s own body against it, tearing it’s arms from its sockets in a cruel mockery of a practice the creatures were known to display themselves. And then there were all the ways in which he could apply the Force; throwing, pulling, crushing. But Quietus elected for the quickest of moves.

 

His hand shot forward at the apex of the creature’s roar, and grabbed it’s lower jaw, completely ignorant to the pain that came from crushing the wookiee’s teeth into his fingers. With the grip secured, Quietus slammed the beast backwards, pinning him against a tree and deactivating his lightsaber as that hand rocketed to push against the creature’s chest. And then with the opposing forces available to him, he viciously ripped the jaw from the wookiee’s face.

 

But Quietus wanted more. The Sith always wanted more; and so he took more. Using the wookiee’s jaw as a makeshift weapon, Quietus began to rocket fists into the creature’s body. Head, neck, torso; none were spared the humiliation of having the creature’s own jaw used as a stabbing implement. But the most satisfaction and bloodlust came from targeting the face. Only when the wookiee’s head was reduced to little more than a stain on the tree behind it did Quietus relent, letting the body drop from his grip before he threw the jaw at another wookiee that was foolishly charging at him.

 

Quietus grew aware that the Dark Lord had turned the beasts against themselves, offering all three Sith a reprieve from direct conflict and contact. Quietus turned from the enraged mass of fur and fury, intended upon returning to stand beside Exodus as the Dark Lord set forth his final verdict on the fate of Kashyyyk itself.

 

“Farewell Frowrooo. Send my regards to Kirlocca.”

 

The message brought a savage grin to Quietus’ face, and while Exodus turned from Frowrooo as he was savagely attacked by one of his own, Quietus held the sight before him for a few more seconds before he too turned to gauge the scene of the planet before them.

 

He made a singular step before his mind seemed to explode as his conscious presence was torn in two directions; the first was as deeply rooted on what was happening on Kashyyyk as the very trees in its soil. But the second was the direction that Raynuk had done his best to temper and keep a even head about; the direction of his heart.

 

In this case, that path lead directly through their shared link to Jaina. But the moment was agonizing on a level that he had never experienced before. What to Jaina was like a dream, came through to Raynuk like a branding iron, burning the images of a jagged scar upon a known face with shaggy brown hair and a damned Jedi beard under burning twin hazel-gray suns.

 

I am alive.

 

The words threatened to crumble Raynuk’s psyche as they were delivered by a booming voice that came to him like shattering glass and a volcano’s eruption. It was a voice that was amplified far beyond its intention, or its means and fed back upon itself.

 

Raynuk fell to a knee in the middle of that Kashyyyk forest, his hands upon his head as they struggled between tearing the voice and burning image from his head, and holding his mental existence together. But just like that, the echo of the damming voice faded with time, but the image seared behind his eyes would take longer.

 

He could feel both Exodus’ and Sheog’s attention turn to him as he fell to a knee, but pressing his eyes closed he snarled and waved them away, bidding they ignore what they may have seen or felt from the Warrior King. Raynuk returned to his feet, growling again as he pushed back against the emotion that he only then could identify, but would never admit.

 

“Colos…” he finally muttered, still not fully understanding what the hell had just happened, but knowing that it was as though someone had electrified his connection to Jaina and then set it on fire.

 

Raynuk said nothing as he stormed off from the others, igniting his lightsaber in pursuit of more enemies. The bloodlust of Darth Quietus had been completely shattered by the mental intrusion, and Raynuk was an exposed nerve at the moment. He could feel Jaina in the aftermath of it all, just as freely as she could probably feel him, as he grew aware of his heart, which had been quickened by the experience as opposed to the battle.

 

Raynuk was almost glad he didn’t immediately find more of the wookiees to kill, as it gave him the chance to fully grasp what it had meant for his past, what it meant in this moment, and what it would mean for his future.

 

Raynuk looked up, fixing upon the glimmer of day through the canopy, his mind nearly dazed still as he stepped forward into the beam of light, filled with particles of war. He let the haze of battle wash over him again, cleansing his psyche as what he told himself was sweat dripped down his face and fell to the oblivion of below.

 

Another wookiee roar of defiance called from a branch in the forest from above, and with a swift, single motion, he crouched and leapt, his powerful legs carrying him impossibly to land on the upper branch, preparing to push his demons down, and the shroud of battle whispered an invitation once again.

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In that moment, she was desperate to cling to anything that made the slightest bit of sense and Draken’s words rang more than true. She’d seen how her own clan had reacted, often violently, against any outside intrusion into the carefully constructed world that Mitral had woven with her lies. Mitral had no reason to allow in any sort of the wonderous tech that Raia had seen since being taken by Qaela from Dathomir. It would have only served to undermine her own power base. Could these forest-dwelling Wookiee’s be so different?

 

The idea that the Jedi would steal away children to indoctrinate them also served to bring her to her feet. It wasn’t bad enough that the Jedi sought to meddle in the affairs of others or impose their will in the name of what they believed to be righteous, they had to willfully remain blind or put a spin on their actions to paint themselves better than they actually were.

 

At least the Sith were honest about their nature. Even Qaela and Furion had shown her that much. But where exactly did that leave her?

 

Vex nudged her again as Draken and Krakis continued on. “You’ll get your hunt. I doubt that cat will get a chance to beat you. I feel braver with you near.”

 

Her mind continued to work over Draken’s explanation even as she felt the rise in chaos escalate around her as the native population turned in on itself and anything that moved around it.

 

As Draken’s Force-storm erupted around her, she thought she saw another figure with them in the heart of the storm amid the loping shapes of Vex’aedr and Krakis as they kept the beasts from her and Draken’s back. A lightning spark illuminated a face she’d only ever seen in her visions and once dueling with a dreamworld version of her father over a lavish tea set up.

 

I am alive.

 

Instinctively she reached for her father as her uncertainty fanned the flames of Draken’s crystallized Force storm. Emotion she couldn’t identify surged through him and spurred the storm further.

 

Tirzah’s father.

 

With the thought returned a memory of the last time she’d seen her friend, standing beside her mother as they all sat in Jaina’s recovery room. Raynuk had spoken of losing Jaina’s heart to the man who’d just appeared and Raia couldn’t help but wonder what that would mean for him. He’d described himself as both a monster and a nightmare before. Fear of losing her father caused Raia to search for him through the chaos around her.

 

Chaos gives way to serenity. From that which dies, life comes again, the memory of Tirzah’s mother in the Corellian hospital sprang up out of nowhere.

 

Raia wasn’t sure what she meant to accomplish with that. What reassurance a half-scared girl could offer to a Sith Master in that moment? All she knew was she didn’t want Raynuk to think he was alone. He’d spoken of his motivations for adopting her when he’d spoken of Andon Colos to Tirzah as Raia merely being a reminder of a life that might have been. Was that still enough? Raia hoped it would be. Had he not brought her back from the beyond?

 

Had he not sent her there in the first place?

 

The piercing sound of a cadre of Wookiee’s roaring broke her ruminations as she looked up to realize that she’d been separated from Master Draken and a group of Wookiees had just dropped from the trees cutting off the only path to him.

 

“Can’t you see we’re just trying to help you?” Raia called, though her words were drowned out by the whipping wind and roaring Wookiees. The winds caused the platforms and walkways to rock unsettlingly and Raia’s already nervous stomach was making its unrest known as she brought the charric up in front of her, somehow thinking that would stop a group of marauding Wookiees.

 

Another thud rocked the platform, causing Raia’s knees to buckle and her shot to go wide. She scrambled to her feet just in time to see more Wookiee’s land and rush toward the others, snarling and snapping.

 

One of them took a swing at Raia which sent her flipping end over end to the edge of the platform, where she just managed to catch one of the support poles that held the safety ropes. There was an old sort of crunch before Raynuk’s charric came spinning her way, bent and mangled. It struck her in the head and she lost consciousness and fell from the upper platform on to the walkway about ten meters below.

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Jaina led the Wookiee’s along the walkways, rallying them to defend their home. So far they hadn’t run into any of the enemy and these Wookiee’s were getting antsy and aggressive. Feeling where some of the mercenaries were she led the group towards them, always with the goal of leading them to the Trinity. When the fighting began she ignited her silver blade and stayed back, letting the Wookiee’s clash with them and gave an illusion that Jaina was fighting along with them. In reality Alora was using the ricochets to down some of the walking fuzzballs. She was always careful that she wasn’t seen to be deflecting the laser bolts into her “allies”. When more merc’s turned up she led a retreat, the Force telling her she had to be elsewhere. She led what was left of the group she was with up another two levels towards where she felt she was needed, gathering other followers as she went.

 

When the air began to turn a frigid cold and the wind picked up she knew she was approaching where Draken was, giving him a warm touch through their bond to let him know she was approaching and who she was impersonating. With her senses stretched out she could feel Raia too, feeling the girl had been separated from her Master and had come under attack. They were in the level above and Alora could feel when Raia was knocked out. She looked around, seeing some of the group climbing up to the next level above. Knowing she had to get there first she gathered the Force and leaped upwards, landing lightly on the platform just as one of the Wookiee’s went to finish Raia off. “No! Tirzah! That’s my daughter!” Jaina yelled as she sprinted towards where the fallen girl lay, her appearance having changed in the blink of an eye - very easy to do since the girls did resemble each other. The Wookiee that had it’s paw raised to clobber the prone teen found it’s limb frozen in place, not able to complete the movement. As Alora reached Raia’s side she forcefully shoved the Wookiee out of the road, finding two of the beasts from ‘her’ group grab and drag it out of the way. She could hear it yelling that the girl was the enemy. Alora briefly checked the Apprentice over, feeling a cold rage simmering as she noticed the lump on the girl’s head along with a bloody gash, not game to move her in case she'd done some damage during her fall. A female Wookiee with a first aid kit knelt by Raia/Tirzah and began to assess her. Jaina stood and turned towards the raging beast, thumbing her saber on, the silver blade held towards it. “If you want to get to her, you’ll have to go through me.” The illusions never wavered.

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Delta shrugged, “The girl is a young lady who I helped on Dathomir.” He winked at Zalis, “Gottah wait a few more years though. Don't want to add ‘contributing to the delinquency of a minor’ to my inevitable list of hundreds of charges.” He laughed, “And her dad would have my skin, so not even an option.” He pulled his blaster from its holster and adjusted its settings.

 

“We have a few agents heading to Thyferra for negotiations right now actually if you would like to join them? I’ll bring the fleet only if we need it. I’d rather not destroy the bacta.”

 

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On the surface, the black sun troops were hurriedly escorting countless wookiee women and children into shuttles for transport into slavery.

 

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Zalis almost laughed when Delta said he needed to wait to tap the young girl.

 

"Delta, you've already have a listed seven planets long. One more added to the list wouldn't hurt. Although having her daddy kill you wouldn't d us good anyways."

 

Zalis took his cue of adjusting his blaster as a chance to look around the hangar bay but her attention was quickly brought back upon hearing him speak of Bacta.

 

"Oh, Delta... That's speaking my love language. Credits. Bacta is worth a ton right now, fifty thousand a gallon to be precise... I'll leave right away. And please, if the fleet is needed... Don't shoot anything important."

 

Zalis blew him a kiss as she turned to board her ship again. Traveling to a planet that could help them gain even more credits was always worth it for her. The more they had, the more they could get what they wanted. Credits were a source of power, and one that she lusted after heavily. She would make sure that Black Sun controlled bacta. And upon owning the major source of it, they would lord it over those who stood against them. Zalis had her ship, The Supremacy lifted and hyperspace bound within five minutes on it's way to Thyferra.

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  • Ships of all classifications hailed across the lands. An outpouring of meticulous Sith task forces bled into the forests and small settlements. Creatures covered in black armor from head-to-toe moved unnervingly with eerie discipline and formation. Battalions moved swiftly to subdue the opposition without an inkling of mercy, enslaving those that survived and butchering those that clung to their stubborn insistence. Their presentation was a first for the galaxy at large to bear witness too, for the movement of the Sith Legion had only existed in stories decades old. They were here now, as invasive as any nightmare, and overwhelming in presence. There were vessels that hauled large quantities of these soldiers, monstrous vehicles, and also ships re-purposed for the detainment of fresh slaves. In the midst of these enormous deployments there were few who were cloaked in the wicked vestments of a Sith Lord, and these were the creatures that marshaled an animosity that shredded the opposition with blinding terror. Kashyyyk was no match.

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For several seconds, Raia hovered just at the edge of consciousness, her vision blurry and fading in and out of darkness.

 

Tirzah?

 

In the haze of pain, she reached for her friend in the Force, but found nothing. Where ever she was, Tirzah was mercifully far from this wretched place. Relief at her friend’s safety from the might of the Sith took just enough of the pain away that the broken girl hovered near enough to consciousness that her eyes groggily opened.

 

Sure enough, there was Jaina standing at her defense, silver bladed lightsaber drawn, standing between the damned beasts and where she lay an easy kill.

 

Mom?

 

The thought didn’t make sense, yet did at the same moment because unlike the mother who’d raised her, Jaina stood up for Raia against her enemies.

 

Father?

 

He was out there somewhere, she could sense it, but something in her knew he wasn’t likely to come. He hadn’t been on the Kyber, why would he be here now? Jaina had cared for her before and would be trusted to do so again.

 

She let out a moan as one of the beasts poked her, then rolled her onto her back after undoing the strap that had held her father’s war hammer to her back. The pain was enough to bring her roaring back to consciousness and another cry of defiance and pain echoed through the forest and through the Force.

 

Her breaths came in shallow gasps as her mind tried to make sense of the sheer amount of pain stimuli. Deeply ingrained instincts began to take over and Raia struggled to keep herself awake, despite the tearing sensation in both of her legs and right hip. Discipline drilled into her by her Dathomiri mother helped her to focus enough on the canopy above while she took stock of her injuries through the Force.

 

“Help me, Jaina...like you did on Corellia,” she pleaded weakly to the Jedi.

 

Through the haze and confusion that still clouded her brain, she couldn’t be absolutely certain, but her best guess was two broken legs with multiple fractures, a dislocated hip, likely a pelvic fracture from the searing pain that had occurred when the Wookiee had rolled her over. She could also feel her face beginning to swell from the secondary impact, and a likely a concussion to go with it.

 

The pain in her side and shortness of breath suggested she’d fractured or straight up broken a rib and had punctured a lung as a result. She thanked the Force that by some small miracle she hadn’t actually landed on Raynuk’s war hammer, since that likely would have done more than bruise her back. She was also grateful to have landed on a walkway that had apparently had some give to it rather than a solidly built platform or the abyssal forest floor below.

 

She suddenly felt cold and her body began to twitch against her will and she fought to hold onto consciousness, despite everything hurting.

 

I am the Warrior King’s daughter, I will not run from pain.

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As Raia fell, Krakis headbutted his masters hip and growled. Draken looked down then turned his head to see that she was no longer behind him and Vex had leapt over the side of the walkway. He frowned and unleashed a small directed part of the storm to clear the path around him then walked to the edge of the massive branch and looked down. She lay crumpled 10 meters below surrounded by Wookiees and what appeared to be a Jedi but he knew was not one.

 

No matter, he would need to make an appearance. He glanced at Krakis and nodded, the panther leapt branch from branch following after Vex bowling over one wookiee and then savaging a second. Draken stepped from the branch into open air and let the power of the storm carry him to where Raia lay. He reached out, pulling some of the immense pain that was radiating through Raia from her and poured it into several of the crystals drawing them out into spears then unleashing them into the crowd of wookiees, killing the majority of them and leaving a few pinned to the tree writhing in agony. He turned looking at the Jedi.

 

He winked and then threw her twenty feet away from him then turned and strode away. As he left Raia in good hands, he began to raise the storm to a new intensity while reaching out to Alora’s mind. “I leave her in your capable hands.” He looked at Krakis who was following him. “Stay. Protect the girl.” Krakis stopped and growled questioningly as he looked at her then back at him. “Yes. I will find you after the battle is done.” He watched the panther lope back and take up a spot opposite of Vex and glaring at the wookiees around Raia. Walking down the branch, he looked up at the next platform and nodded as an idea came to him.

 

He gestured minutely and began to create his own pathway formed of crystals that would allow him to reach the platform behind the group of wookiees that were attempting to build a barricade. By the time that they realized he was behind them it was too late as their bodies were riddled with crystal spears. Nodding in satisfaction, he walked further into the city. As he walked, he began to pull the waves of fear and desperation from the air. He poured the power into the storm stirring it to greater intensity as the air around began to grow dark and was split by the flash of crimson lightning and glint of reflection on the crystals as they streaked through the air to pierce wookiee flesh, trees and metal all like a sabre through snow.

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The brothers Vermandois watched their apprentice as the Demented Madness began to shake and shudder, taking fire on its shields from anti-aircraft weapons across the capital. Their lips were smiling, their form calm as the ship shook beneath them. The Sith troopers behind them began to check their weapons, and the Tuk’ata began to howl. There was a madness growing about them, a lust for the fight, and perhaps even for death. The voice of the AI, a sarcastic recording of Hayley sighed out an update

 

“Coming in for a landing, get ready to reinforce.”

 

As the landing ramp lowered, a few quarrels smashed into the decorated ceiling. Karema waved Celora to his side, wrapping her shoulders in a gangly arm that smelled of sweet spiced rum and singed velvet.

 

“Get over your fear of mortality. Surrender it to the force and strength will find you.”

 

He leapt with her into the fight, the trio of Sith landing behind the skirmishing line, into a field churned into fresh dirt by mortar-fire. The sound of the Demented Madness’s heavy weapons began to echo about them as the gatling guns poured durasteel rounds into the Wookiee trenches. Before them was trench of wide-eyed Wookiees holding weaponry, ten in number, but caught by surprise.

 

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The Mad Hutt could feel the rage of battle about him, the potent strength of the Warrior Kind, the shadowed manipulations of the Spider, and all the chaos that moved about them like a fog. The meal he had made from the dying Wookiees was a sacrifice to the Force, he yielded their strength to it, as it was not his to possess. Strength not made of his own, was of no interest to him.

 

The Force accepted his sacrifice, foregoing his own Hunger for its sake. The Hutt could feel the swirling madness of his mind coming to a fever-pitch, the insanity of war feeding the storm. He breathed in a blubbering breath and passed the insanity through to his own actions, letting it guide his actions with Force-bound instinct. As Exodus and Raynuck worked their way through the Wookiees that rushed them, the Master of the Krath focused on consuming more power. Crimson eyes found a rushing Wookiee and the force bound the beast in tendrils of darkness. Like leeches, the tendrils sank into furred flesh and began to consume the life from the strong Wookiee. Black fur turned ashen, muscles to emaciation, and the withered corpse fell. The last thought of the beast echoed in the Hutt’s mind as its power was consumed by his own

 

Family. A nursing welp, fresh to life.

 

Detached from himself, The Sith Master followed the thoughtless spirit to its doorstep, overtaking its hope, sending it into despair. The Wookiee’s mind found only desiccated and broken corpses scattered about their domicile. A genetic line was ended, and the terror fed the Hutt, trapped forever in hopeless abandon.

 

-Thud-

Sheog opened an eye to observe the fallen child of The Golden God and the Nightsister, laying crumpled upon the beachhead beside him, a gaping wound marrying pale flesh with crimson stain. He passed her the rhythm of war, and the strength of the Sith about her. She had no reason to yield to death so early in life.

 

...Rise to your heritage. I will never forget your father, do not fail my hope that one day you will eclipse him in power…

 

As he opened his mind to the battlemind, he could feel the other Nightsister-child (Raia) falling, grasping weakly to ideologies and friendships that could not save her. To her, he offered the larger portion of his madness, an invitation to the darkness that would be necessary to save her own life. It would be like a crimson thread of temptation that would strike through the falling darkness about her. An invitation to fight once more, and not to yield to weakness.

 

...Relying on others will only get you killed. Find first your own strength, daughter of The Warrior King, then ask for others…

As the Hutt’s mind returned to the battle at hand, he could feel Exodus break the minds of all those about him, driving them to The Hutt’s Hunger like cannibalistic zombies. He bathed in their ferality, adding his own pressure to their minds. The orgy of violence was beginning to echo in the Force, driving to his own wound in the Force. The Hutt allowed the Force to consume him, and the air about them began to shake with vibrations. The dead began to rise and fight back at the living, bound to the Hutt’s will. A storm was rising that would echo across the galaxy

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Soft vapors of steam pushed passed the filtration unit buried inside the mouthpiece of the metal half-plate that covered his face. He leaned his head skywards, mentally recognizing the scope of destruction that would now lay across these lands. The panorama was invigorating, urging the fever of the dark side inside of him to come alive. The long lengths of his claret complexioned mane curled and matted against his skin, the heavy perspiration his body produced through the adrenaline alone made sure of this. These meditative moments were surreal to the Dark Lord, the synapses in his mind shaping a foresight that many before him had never achieved.

 

The White Wolf of the Sith howled tempestuously, tearing through his enemies with a carnal desire. He barked flashes of his old dominance, a representation that Exodus was proud to see. The magnitude of his power was a certainty, but his focus was splintered more than just once, a wound in his paw that was hard for the Dark Lord to miss. There were traces of the source, but he would ransack the mind of his warrior at a time more convenient. For now, Lord Quietus was a beast untamed and feasted to fill his starved soul.

 

Exodus could feel further as well. The rancor leather of his boots was washed in thick blood, permeating the atmosphere with an all too familiar scent, mixing death and spoiled nature for all to breath deeply. The complete ruination and collapse of life inside Kashyyyk was intertwined to the clutches of the Worldbreaker Sheog. The miasma that entrenched these lands was a power that seeped into each of the soldiers attributed to the Sith Empire, and drove them phrenetic with careful ambition, this was the hive-mind that the Beast Sheog belched from his mind. His presence alone lined the heart of all Sith with residual fire. This creature was insatiable. To what bounds would his appetite reach was the obvious question, here in a burial of hundreds of bodies, the craving in his pulpy eyes never wavered once.

 

The exploration of the other Sith were not out of his reach, and he could feel the blade of cleverness that Lady Alora convincingly waltzed with. Her artistry in deception was a practice that few could appreciate better than Exodus. Her energies were mixed with a ploy of dark and a manifestation of light, and those that followed her would soon meet the savagery of her little game. Her recreation of the Force could not be ignored by the Spider, and the wells that she had tapped into would alert his sixth sense every time. Where the Lady Alora moved with virtuosity in disguise, Lord Draken moved with technical mastery but with brutality in motion. He commanded the freedom of nature and squeezed the essence of it until it made the world bleed. Exodus could feel the whine and whimper of natural law, even the skies above him began to shed their tears as rain slowly trickled from the clouds. Drakens’ tempest moved in on the capital of this world and his fierce design would force the surrender of a savage people. Sith Troopers across the board would firm up all of their positions and secure the enslavement of this planets’ people and resources.

 

This left the children of the Sith, the harvest that would draw on their fears and their emotions to become the pinnacles of power that each of them did not have the vision to see. The conflict inside each of them, the pain and the confusion that riddled their infantile mind would callous their emotions in order for them to become what was needed to exist in such a cruel galaxy. Their paths were the most unpredictable of any, for time itself would prove whether they would crack under the pressures of what was real, or coward in the face of it and become an asset to the sheepish Jedi. Exodus had confidence in the ones that had committed themselves to the capture of these lands, and would see to it that they were taken care of.

 

 

—Just as the thought subsided, Exodus snapped out of his musings, and watched the near lifeless corpse of a small child plummet into the clearing near the dangerous Trinity. Her crash was comforted by the pilings of the deceased that littered the landscape. The Dark Lord hadn’t moved from his position, Lord Quietus had frenzied forward into the thick of it, and the Hutt remained stationary and detached from the world around them, composing the tantalizing musical that all things now danced too. Exodus sighed and turned on his feet. He moved towards the downed child and the Hutt, butchered bodies sliding immediately out of his path as he did so. His regality was unquestionable no matter the gruesome nature of his surroundings. As he neared, he could see the deep wounds that would bleed her out whole and could also see the mercy and power of the Hutt surround her life force.

 

 

  • “Here, child.” The voice was etched out of stone, the sound of a demon.

 

 

Exodus knelt beside Sheog and the child, and reached for her scalp with his left hand. His palm and fingers clasped onto her skull, controlling her young mind and feeling her consciousness wane deeply. His right hand pulled at her arm, and then outstretched it so that her skin would come in contact with the oily hide of the Hutt. The dead around them began to reanimate slowly, so he would have to work quickly. There were few enemies in this vicinity left, the ones that remained were feasting on their kin and without the necessary limbs to advance themselves any further, while the others were too young and suffered mortally from the shock of the cannibalism that had overcome them in waves.

 

Little Ar-Pharazon would live though, and as her small hand brushed onto the Krath, Exodus fueled her mind with a power that was of his own. The comprehension to vampirically suck the life force from one sentient into herself may not have been a practice she was too familiar with, but as the Dark Lord puppetered the strings of her mind, he opened the channel that would allow her to feed and forced her too. The Hutt would endure the palpable draw throughout his monstrous body, and his mass would compensate for the amount of vital force needed. Even though her eyelids were shut, the veins in them bulged profusely. In fact, all throughout her exposed skin, one could see evidence to a prolific increase in all of her bodily functions. Her wounds began to seal slow, while the blood that covered her continued to soak in. Telperiën remained unconscious, even as Exodus broke the connection, and threw her over his shoulder. He would then place his own hand upon the beast and speak plainly;

 

 

“Quietus, Draken, Sheog, and Lady Alora. Strip this planet bare. The people. The resources. All that these wretched lands have to offer. When this business is finished, I will have word from each of you.”

 

 

The Dark Lord unfastened from the link, and made his way to the Lightbreaker. The Bleeding Kyber would be left in the command of the Master Krath and the command of the armies would be split between the four for the completion of this seize. The coordination that the Sith made use of and exemplified was a testament to their succession. These small trials were valued in the sense that it provided raw information to be dissected and proved who would be instrumental to the future of the Sith. It was only a matter of time before War erupted all around them, and the Sith would bring it to the doorsteps of their enemies before long.

 

 

(Exodus & Tel leave)

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Raynuk had carved his way through twelve more wookiees, leaping from branch to branch of the massive trees, before he allowed himself to even think again. With a leap similar to the one that had launched him into the trees in the first place, he landed back on the soft ground in a crouch, and exhaled, trying to center his mind and his rage as his hand tightened around his lightsaber hilt.

 

The battle mind was still in full force, practically filling the air around him with the will of the Sith, but Raynuk had unceremoniously fallen out of it with the unmitigated blast from his connection to Jaina. The aftermath of which had partially driven Raynuk to stray from the Mad Hutt and the Spider deeper in to the jungles as he sought even a passing grasp of peace and processing distance. His options were splayed out before him, branching off in a number of directions like the roots of the trees he found himself among.

 

In those fleeting moments of solace before he was spurred to further action, Raynuk saw and felt everything as he opened himself to take it all in. He sensed the Mad Hutt and the Spider weaving their unique manners of destruction and dominance over the wookiees not far behind him where he had separated himself from them to chase the demons in his own mind.

 

He sensed Raia some distance away, along with Vex’aedr, and Draken, and Alora. He felt the lapping waves of pain from his daughter; sensed the minor worry of his pet that was protective and angry. He felt Draken weaving his powers, bleeding the pain from his apprentice, and Alora’s deception of the wookiees in defense of Raia.

 

He felt the battle mind, pulsing with carnage and strength as the battle waged in the skies above him and all around the planet, as though it were tangible, beating heart that he could simply reach up and touch, a presence that likewise seemed to be reaching for and whispering for the White Wolf to cloak himself in once again

 

And forever away, he felt Jaina through the Force in his own mind, the whirlwind of pain, sadness, confusion, fear, and sheer joy that he knew came from Andon’s prophetic return to existence. He had grown accustomed to their connection being so guarded by each of them, that to feel her defenses of the connection utterly absent was an uncomfortable sensation, yet like a child staring at the sun, he could not tear himself away from seeing and feeling what was within her mind.

 

He could not begin to put a name to what she was feeling, but knew that his own visceral reaction to Andon’s cosmic presence was echoing within her as his own defenses had been obliterated by the magnified blast of presence through their connection. But now, Raynuk had recovered from that which had knocked him off balance, and his walls were back up, guarding the deepest of his emotions that she had access to moments previously.

 

But Jaina now had the one thing that her heart had ached and called for since the cult’s failed experiment on Raynuk had ripped her away from the peace she had found in death. It was a peace that gave her no pain of loss, no fear of pursuit, no longer feeling that she always had to look over her shoulder, that she no longer had to carry the weight of the galaxy on her shoulders. Raynuk’s resurrection had robbed her of all of that when it dragged her back with him and cruelly bound his mind to hers, leaving both to fear what would happen to one if the other died.

 

But it wasn’t all negative, right? the question passed through him, challenging the notion that his resurrection had been a curse to her. She had been given the chance to reconnect with the niece she never got to see grow up, and to try and be a mother to the daughter that never knew she needed. And now the circle had been completed with Andon’s cosmic return. It had been everything Jaina had wanted. Every missing puzzle piece that Jaina had awoken with had been filled, if at least briefly.

 

Raynuk stood finally, the mere seconds of focus and reflection passing as the voice of the Dark Lord filtered into his mind.

 

“Quietus, Draken, Sheog, and Lady Alora. Strip this planet bare. The people. The resources. All that these wretched lands have to offer. When this business is finished, I will have word from each of you.”

 

Raynuk stole a glance back up to the sky, looking past the smoke and fire, past the streaking symbols of war and into space, while simultaneously looking at Jaina through their connection.

 

I yield to you…

 

Simple words to encompass so many complex thoughts, but words that were important and he knew would be understood. With the phrase ‘spoken’, Raynuk raised his walls once again, shielding his mind as much as possible from the connection. It was not the sensation of a slamming gate, but of a slow, resigned closing of a door. She had her husband again, and he would not make the mistake again of burdening her with his presence in such a moment.

 

Raynuk glanced behind him, back towards where he had left the Spider and the Mad Hutt, and pushed himself back into a mind of battle, intent to focus all that he was on the task given to him by the Dark Lord, doing his best to not be burdened by the feeling in his soul. He turned completely in the direction of his duties as a member of the Sith Trinity, and with only a breath more of delay, lept towards the destiny of this planet.

 

His movement relented as he came crashing down from a branch into the clearing from which the Mad Hutt was feeding upon all who fell around them. He spared the hutt only a fleeting glance before his blade sprung back to life, and the White Wolf began the hunt again, executing the command given by the Dark Lord.

 

In a matter of a few hours, the entire planet would be subjugated and the Sith would be ruling upon a pile of wookiee filth.

 

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Elsewhere on the planet Vex’aedr was nothing less than in his element. A beast created, bread, and trained for nothing less than hunting and war on behalf of his Master. His belly was filling with the meat and flesh of these fured creatures that raged against the darkness that was consuming their planet. But Vex had grown complacent and too focused on his own kills, and had allowed one of them to beseech the Master’s pup that he was to help guard.

 

Vex’s massive heard turned and watched as the girl tumbled over the edge of the platform, and too late the tuk’ata would reach where she was, pouncing on the creature that had knocked her over the edge, tearing deep grooves into its back with his claws as his jaw enveloped the furry head. The creature’s head was crushed like a melon in Vex’s jaws before they even hit the ground. Vex took no moment to savor the kill before leaping over the edge himself in pursuit of the pup.

 

A minor quake rumbled as the tuk’ata landed beside Raia’s crumpled form. Already someone had reached her, a human face that Vex vaguely recalled seeing before on the Ravenhammer; but she did not smell the same, nor did she feel the same through the Force. To both senses this person seemed more like what Vex thought was the Sith Alora. The confusion lingered, but Vex could not dwell upon it; whoever it was was standing to protect the pup, and that was good enough for him.

 

He turned to guard her from the other direction, and wasted no time in setting upon any furred monsters who dared to get too close to his charge, tearing into them with teeth and claws. Frenzied combat continued until Draken arrived, blasting a crowd of wookiees that Vex was about to pounce upon, and watched in momentary confusion as Draken threw the woman who had been helping defend the pup away. But the wookiees were persistent, and so he mentally shrugged and went back to defending Raia.

 

When the panther called Krakis lept to fill the position vacated by the woman, Vex gave a resigned, growly whuff that equated to an eye-roll, thinking he didn't need the help of this cat to protect Raia. A fact that he would prove his superior capabilities by killing more of these creatures than the cat could ever.

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Feeling the girls confusion and hearing her response to her rouse, the Sith Mistress’ words reached Raia’s mind, ”Use your pain Raia, channel it, command it to your will… remember my illusions… don’t believe everything you see...” Violet eyes glinted in the dappled light. All around them were screams, pain and death. When Vex got to Raia’s side Alora/Jaina was still holding her saber towards the raging Wookiee. She could sense the great tuk’ata’s confusion and feeling Draken’s approach (and what he was planning when he winked) said to him, “Stay with her, Vex. Let the medic treat her.” That was all she had time to say as she was thrown 20 feet away. She added to the throw so that she hit against another of the Wookiee’s, it breaking her fall. She sprang up, sending the equivalent of a kiss to her beloved through the Force before sprinting back to Raia, noticing that Krakis was now on the girl’s other side. She paused before closing the last of the distance, letting the two beasts know to trust their sense of smell over what they were currently seeing. Softly so that none of their enemy could hear them she spoke with her own voice, “Protect her.” She held out her hand that didn’t hold her saber so that both Vex and Krakis could catch her scent. Identification confirmed to them she turned to see the madclaw that was still trying to get loose to go for Raia.”He’s mine,” she told the protectors.

 

“Quietus, Draken, Sheog, and Lady Alora. Strip this planet bare. The people. The resources. All that these wretched lands have to offer. When this business is finished, I will have word from each of you.”

 

The farewell message from the Dark Lord brought a wicked grin from the Sith Mistress. It was time for more fun. She thumbed her saber so that it fluctuated before turning to a deep crimson. The Jedi Jaina disappeared in the blink of an eye and a flame haired Seductress stood in her place. Crimson and black robes fluttered as she threw the crimson blade, watching as it sailed through the air with purpose, cutting down the Wookiee that would have ended Raia’s life, the crimson saber returning to her outstretched hand. To the remaining Wookiee’s of her “group” she spoke, “I suggest you surrender to me if you want to live. As you’ve seen I can show compassion to those who please me.” Her voice was forceful and not without a surge of persuasion behind them. A few of the remaining Wookiee’s from the original group she had led - and protected - stepped forward after laying down their weapons, hands raised in the universal sign for surrender. Giving them a sharp nod she asked if any of them had medical knowledge. Two of them did, and had first aid kits on them. One was a doctor, the other a nurse, both grateful for what she’d done in their defense not long after she began her masquerade. They were two she’d rescued while she pretended to be a Jedi and she felt she could trust them. They were wary of of the creatures guarding Raia. “See to the young girl. She’s injured from a fall from that platform,” she pointed to the one above.” As the tuk’ata and black panther growled at the Wookiee’s approach, Alora ordered, “Let them through to treat Raia Vex, Krakis. I’ll watch them, you watch the perimeter.” She felt them both grudgingly permit the Wookiee’s approach though kept watching them as well as their surroundings.

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"No Fear of Death? Kriffing great advice you ****." As the boarding ramp dropped, a massive wookie bolt smashed into the floor beside her as she jumped with the Vermandois into the fight. Landing heavily on the ground, stumbling abit as she was unaccustomed to such heavy landings, Celora half ran after the Sith toward the line of troops they had come to reinforce. A bolt missed the side of her face by mere inches, and a small round from one of their ceremonial guard pistols grazed her arm, taking off little but the tiny hairs and the highest layer of skin with it.

 

Celora dived for the ground, plopping next to a Sith trooper whose helmeted face glanced down at her as she lay awkwardly on her stomach in the muddy ground. Celora blushed heavily as her face mirrored his, imagining the disdain or cruel humor no doubt visible on his face at her embarrassing actions. Around her, war cries, blasters and artillery fire created a cacophany that dulled her senses and muted the screams of panic from within her own mind. As the trooper beside her leaned up to take another shot, a heavy bolt slammed into his shoulder, sending the trooper flying backward, impacting heavily into the ground. Without a second thought, the small apprenctice sith leaped out and pulled him back to cover, calling upon the force to help slid his armor across the ground. For a moment, he glanced up, his armored thumb poinitng upwards, the rest of his fist glenched in a gesture unknown to her, before his head and hand dropped heavily against the ground.

 

Celora leaped over the fallen log before her, dashing headlong with arms flailing at her side. The wookies paused in surprise at seeing a small unarmed girl dashing toward them, a quickly fired bolt missing her by a couple feet as she neared their location. Just before she would smack headlong into the heavily muscled body of the lead wookie, the lightsaber ignited in her hands, slicing across his body in an awkward yet effective swing. "No Fear in Death."

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Fear for Jaina clenched her heart as she saw Draken descend with his storm, even above the pain she felt. Please, no, she thought as the haze of pain began to lessen to something a bit more manageable so she no longer was fighting to stay awake. Her awareness felt hazy and she stared up at the canopy above her and fell into the battle-mind she’d resisted since it began. Overwhelming chaos enveloped her, but instead of panicking, she let it burn through her connecting her with the Sith forces as they razed the planet. There was a strange sort of melody within the chaos that called to her as she reached out for Vex’aedr’s presence as well as her father’s.

 

Try as she might she couldn’t hear his voice in the chorus of battle. Her eyes opened to see Draken throwing Jaina back onto the platform about twenty feet away. Raia let out a shallow breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding as the Sith Master opted to continue on his way rather than cutting the Jedi down.

 

Relying on others will only get you killed. Find first your own strength, daughter of The Warrior King, then ask for others. Raia recoiled from the voice inside her head, unwanted more so than the battle song of chaos that continued to feed off of her pain and now anger at her own weaknesses.

 

But I am not weak, she thought defiantly. I am strong, but strength alone cannot prepare you for what you have never witnessed before. I now possess knowledge I didn’t before and I will not be unprepared again.

 

The realization began to help her find more order within the chaos of the meld as she opened herself up to the impressions and knowledge the link provided. Sharp crescendos of destruction, the staccato of blaster fire, the flourishes of lightsabers, and the slow fade of the Wookiee lifeforms and the planet around them played out as Raia lost herself in the symphony of the Sith Order.

 

Use your pain Raia, channel it, command it to your will. Alora’s voice broke through the chorus and Raia’s eyes opened once more and turned toward Jaina, somehow knowing what had actually been going on before the Mistress of the Sith finished the thought and the illusion fell away. Remember my illusions. Don’t believe everything you see.

 

As the two Wookie’s joined the first who’d rolled her over, Raia did her best not to be scared. She knew her body and could sense where her injuries were. On Dathomir, she remembered helping her mother treat a woman who’d fallen from one of the trees while she was harvesting. That woman had died and had been destined to from the minute she slipped and fell. All Raia and her mother could do was make the woman comfortable until she slipped away.

 

As the Wookiees set about their work of resetting her legs, Raia let herself fall away into the battle-mild again, feeding the pain into the bond and reaching out for Raynuk again, this time feeling his presence rejoin the chaotic song around her. Despite her earlier assertion, she still felt shame at letting her father down. It didn’t stop her from using him as a focus while the Wookiees scanned her and chittered on in their unintelligible grunts, rumbles, and barks. For better or worse, they’d claimed each other and she would never hide from him. She was the Warrior King’s daughter and would not do her father the disrespect of not taking responsibility for her mistakes.

 

Breathing was getting more difficult, but she kept her eyes fixed on the canopy, refusing to give up as she focused on Raynuk’s presence to guide her stubborn will to fight her way past the death she feared was coming.

 

She had left her demons on the Derjarik board, and she was not inclined to meet them again so soon.

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Karema landed from his leap, the crimson cloak fluttering behind him like the tail on a comet. His blade was an ignited brand of energy that alight the Kashyyyk night, casting the environment of destruction about them in a vermillion hue. The cries of the Wookiees began to turn to bellows of fear as they were overwhelmed by the superior arms and tactics of the Sith. A pale hand caressed her back, bringing with it a steady strength, and the emotion of pride.

 

“A good kill young one.”

 

The Vermandois dipped a manicured finger into the growing pool of arterial blood as it flowed from the Wookiee’s mortal wound, half cauterized by the blazing lightsaber’s sloppy strike. He stood, his curls obscuring all his hawkish features but the tight smile. Into the girl’s mouth he placed the tip of his finger, letting the wookiee’s blood drip onto her tongue. It would taste metallic, but carry with it the vision of her consequences

 

...Your dreams will be the of children orphaned by the blood spilled at your hands. We live by the sword and by its blade we are condemned…

 

Fiendish eyes glowed like coals, stoked by the bellows of war

 

“Welcome to the brotherhood of the Sith, Apprentice.”

 

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King Kheldar vos Correlli said:
Sheog, I have to ask, overkill much?
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Given enough time, even Quietus could grow bored and tired of sustained battle. Hours had raged past since he landed on the planet Kashyyyk, and hundreds of the furry, savage natives now lay dead, strewn across the path of his destruction across the planet. Since Exodus' departure from the battlefield, taking with him the child of Ar-Pharazon, Quietus had seperated slightly from Sheog, carving his own way. But there came the point finally where even the indomitable spirit of the wookiees was broken before the will of the Sith. Several of them had attempted to surrender to Quetus, laying their primitive weapons down at his feet in a sign of reverence. He had entertained the idea for a few moments, stooping down to investigate the weapons they had abandoned, but in each case he had swiftly used their weapons to cut them down. There was no room in the Sith Empire for the cowardliness of surrender, even among those that they had come to dominate.

 

And so when the wookiees were gone from his immediate sight and mind, Raynuk turned and began to return to where the others were gathering. With the battle all but officially won, and without a reason to envelop himself fully into the battlemind, the need for Darth Quietus to make his presence known continued to fade, reverting back to Raynuk. It was a strange feeling to consider himself to be two entities; Raynuk the practical and oddly wise version, and Darth Quietus the battle machine. It was just as he was both the White Wolf and the Warrior King at the same time; two sides of the same coin.

 

It was during the walk back through the jungles that he felt Raia reach out for him through the Force, everything tinted by the impact of the Sith Battlemind that still pulsed with energy over the entire planet. Like a child reaching for the hand of a parent, Raynuk's own presence and awareness met her and connected with hers. He realized in that moment that Raia had indeed descended to the planet's surface and was in the general direction that he was already heading towards; an area that he also felt Draken and Alora's presence radiating into the shared battlemind. Whatever was going on however, he could sense in the way she had reached out for him that her foray into the battle on the planet surface had not gone as she had planned; he continued to get wispy senses of hidden fear, flashes of pain followed by shame and then determination.

 

The silent trek continued as Raynuk contemplated everything except perhaps the one thing that he needed to most consider. He could not, and should not, concern himself with the goings-on of Jaina, which left him with deeper consideration of Raia. She was his daughter in all but actual blood, yet now she was also no longer his responsibility alone. Draken, perhaps his most trusted friend since his return, was now Raia's Master and teacher, and that was a relationship that Raynuk was very mindful not to step upon. It was important that Raynuk allow Draken the space that the other man required to adequately train Raia, and it was equally important that Raia learn the importance of relying on and turning to her Master ahead of her father.

 

Raynuk would, of course, still be present in her life when her need demanded it; little would change that. But for the moment, Raynuk needed to consciously keep a certain level of distance. He would be the rock that she clung to if she fell into the raging river, but it would not be his hands that reached for her from the riverbank to haul the girl out of the water. And so for the duration of his return through the jungle, Raynuk remained the stoic stone of presence that Raia could grasp onto and press herself against, until such time that he arrived to stand beside his companions again.

 

Eventually, Raynuk did indeed arrive among Draken, Alora, Raia, Vex'aedr and Krakis. Vex was the first to welcome Raynuk, likely having sensed his master approaching and thus met Raynuk a few hundred feet outside the perimeter. Raynuk paused to greet his pet affectionately, exchanging questions of, "Did you have fun?" and "Fill your belly?" for the tuk'atas vocal whuffs, grunts and growls.

 

"Kept an eye on Raia did you?" Raynuk asked the beast, and was a little concerned when Vex's ears slicked back flat to his head as he issued a sad sounding vocalization. Raynuk only frowned and looked up past the tuk'ata towards the others, then back at his pet.

"It's okay. I know you did your best. Lets go see." He offered, giving Vex a scratch behind the ears as he stepped to pass his pet and continue the approach.

 

When he did arrive in the clearing, he quite nearly almost eviscerated the two wookiees who were standing over Raia, momentarily outraged that Draken or Alora would stand by while the furred creatures loomed over the girl. But a look from Alora froze the anger and confusion solid, as his former apprentice wordlessly conveyed the simple fact that the wookiees were acting based on her desires. He met eyes with her and nodded in acceptance, before proceeding past her to Raia. Still, he could not help the small shove he gave to the wookiee 'doctor' who growled a mild protest.

"Seems the daughter of the White Wolf found her first real bout of combat to be a bit overwhelming hmm?" He gently chided her, enough of a smile on his face to hopefully convey he was neither mad nor ashamed. "Now you know what we as Sith face at times. Now you have something to convey your future training against meita, and you will be stronger for it."

 

He took her smaller hand and gave it a gentle squeeze before he stood again, allowing the wookiees to return to their work tending to her. Raynuk meanwhile, headed towards Draken, who was lording over the clearing a few meters away. He approached into close company, his hand falling to the other's elbow and gently guiding him a bit further away so that both of their backs were to Raia and the wookiees.

 

"What the hell happened Draken..." He asked, intending for his words to be more gentle and curious than accusatory, but regardless, the words came out with a slight edge.

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I ate a hippo. It was delicious.

May the Forth therve you well...

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