Mimban

[John Skywalker]

His hand had stretched across just to catch Sirvani's arm before she lunged off into battle and igniting his lightsaber as the battle began.

 

"The Jedi are our enemies... However, it is not in retaliation of Bishop that we fight, it is in defense of the Sith Order."

 

John drew his obsidian lightsaber with enough time, the blade came into a slant across his chest, the black light reverberating off his robes. Just as he was about to fall into the Dark Side, a phrase caught his mind, "What is happening..." It was Gene. But just as the thought entered his mind, the effects of the demonic warrior by Ahriman's side took effect and John felt the Force ripped from his body.

 

Knowing the feeling all too well, a smile manifested itself across his face. A chance to duel as mortals... my Jedi friends. His eyes searched the assembled Jedi... a smile stretching across his face.

 

"Sirvani, be careful..." The last words of compassion, as the taint within rose... Saturating his being, waxing full, despite standing outside the Force, in his soul.

[Sirvani Zsahra]

Feeling the Force being ripped from her was odd. Fortunately, she wan't as dependant on the Force as some of the other Sith present.

 

She stayed back and listened to John's orders, then stepped forward. She didn't want to engage any of the Jedi Masters--she didn't want to die in this battle. She scanned the group and spotted a woman Jedi standing back and watching the proceedings (Skye).

 

Sirvani could tell that the woman didn't want to be noticed. Like an animal fighting to defend it's home, she waked briskly up to the woman and raised her blade.

 

"You can't hide from the Sith," she said darkly, raising her blade. "Turn to the Dark Side or die."

[Sith Gene Starri]

Gene sent a random transmission to the sith base, "if anyone is there, reply"

 

Till that moment Gene hit the engines and flew to the area where as it seemed hell was breaking loose.

 

His ship doing another loop de loop it's parts falling off, the piece of junk fell out of the sky, landing just outside of the ceremonial area. Gene exited the ship and searched for John, sensing he was in battle, or somewhat like it for as soon as he felt it he felt his connection to the force ruptured, so he did what he always used too, he turned on his cybernetics to full charge, something he had yet to have done since he joined the sith. Gene ran to the area he felt him in, seeing on the way One mutilated Wookie, a couple Raving Lunatics, The Dark Lord, and Raynuk, the one who first introduced him to the sith, to Gene's perspective it looked like something out of a comedy. Gene Got right behind John, pulled out his sword and said "need any help?"

[John Skywalker]

John heard the footsteps approach and managed a wry smile, "Your arrival is well timed, Gene. Tell you what, kill a Jedi and you're a Sith Lord in full."

 

John's eyes shifted to the older Jedi... and to Montar.

 

"I promised to fight alongside you... I never agreed to a cause."

[Sith Gene Starri]

"Nice...." Gene smirked "better yet I'll watch your back John".

[Nom Anor's avenger]

((OOC: Do the Jedi have their lightsabers at this point?))

 

Nom looked on as he watched BC suffer. From this point on, Nom understood why the Jedi were needed. To rid the galaxy of pointless evil. To rid the galaxy of fear. To give mothers the oppertunity to know that their children will grow to live a happy life. Everyone deserved a chance to live that life. Nom was here to make sure that every creature had that chance.

 

What is this solving? How can these people take joy in the suffering of others? Is vengence really worth throwing away all of the decency in your life? I just don't understand...

 

Nom couldn't believe what he was seeing. He knew now what he had to do. The Sith had to be stopped, no matter what the cost.

 

Nom looked into the eyes of the Sith once more and got a responce this time. He could see hatred in their eyes. Nom almost pittied these people. They were blinded by their own sin...

 

Nom was instantly takin out of his reveries by the sound of an explosion. Everything suddenly turned into chaos. He found himself free of his bindings tried to calm himself.

 

Nom's true test was about to begin...

[Jaina Jade Skywalker]

((OOC: Do the Jedi have their lightsabers at this point?))

 

((OOC: Nope. You're unarmed.))

[Avararda Dinn]

Var looked through the windshield as he landed in the bay of Mimban. His ship, The Silent Hawk, deployed it's landing gear and lowered it's main thrusters. As it settled on the ground, the exit ramp lowered, and Var left the ship, telling 77-LL to guard it. He looked around, seeing Sith everywhere. He felt at home. Var smiled to himself, and someone approched him. Avararda's eyes met the strangers. The person approched, asking for Var's weapons.

"Here you go, Var said, a little reluctant to give them away. He felt empty without them.

"Come with me. We have stuff to do. Sort of." He led Var away from his ship and into a hallway.

"Here is your room." That was all he said before he left. Var noted the room number: 279. All he could do at this point was wait for a master or something to take him on or wait for training and stuff. He sighed, and moved to settle in.

[Keiran]

((OOC: Sorry for not posting in a while guys, I've been very busy with SAT prep ))

 

Fully recovered, Keiran drew the light side of the force into him and fed it back into BoB, joining the exorism with BC and Tares.

 

"Focus"

 

Keiran continued to will himself to gather the force towards him and feed it into the exorism, trusting the other five jedi to protect him while he focused his energies.

[Tarrian Skywalker]

Var looked through the windshield as he landed in the bay of Mimban. His ship, The Silent Hawk, deployed it's landing gear and lowered it's main thrusters. As it settled on the ground, the exit ramp lowered, and Var left the ship, telling 77-LL to guard it. He looked around, seeing Sith everywhere. He felt at home. Var smiled to himself, and someone approched him. Avararda's eyes met the strangers. The person approched, asking for Var's weapons.

"Here you go, Var said, a little reluctant to give them away. He felt empty without them.

"Come with me. We have stuff to do. Sort of." He led Var away from his ship and into a hallway.

"Here is your room." That was all he said before he left. Var noted the room number: 279. All he could do at this point was wait for a master or something to take him on or wait for training and stuff. He sighed, and moved to settle in.

 

Go back to where you were...you were not told the sith academy is up yet, and this is not the sith academy...you would in no way as a hopeful that does not have the grasp of the force know where this place is. You were told to go to one of the Bars in the rp and rp there until the new sith academy is up.

 

Avararda's post is nulled, and he is back at the Mos Eisley's Tavern.

[Raynuk Montar]

*Raynuk still stood infront of Bishop, doing nothing about the exorsism that was happening to his friend. His blades were both drawn, and he waited for a Jedi to make a wrong move towards him. He looked around, and touched the mind of every sith in the area.

 

You will all stand down. Do not attack the Jedi yet...Attack only if you are attacked, or unless I tell you to....This will all be over soon.

 

He turned to Blackclone, and without fear, without intentions of attacking him, spoke*

 

"You have no hope of doing much besides curing Bishop Blackclone...afterwards, what do you plan on trying to do?"

 

*Raynuk cut one of his sabers off and dug into his pocket, pushing the button that told the Ogariv II to come planetside. He pulled the device out and entered the co-ordinated, and the greater plan.

 

He made his ship take up perimiter around Bishop's. Anyone comming within a 20 meter radius of either ship, would get blasted.*

[Tarrian Skywalker]

Tarrian stood with her ward, and watched as all of a sudden chaos broke loose. She watched as Blckclone regained control, and as Tzeey guy (sorry chad, I just can never spell that name) spoke.

 

Standing her own ground, she pulled Darla closer to her. She watched the Jedi, and her own love and was torn...she knew that Bishop had been different but this was something she had only heard of. Watching as Raynuk moved to Bishop, she smiled...she knew him to be a faithful friend to both her and Bishop... she watched as he sent the two he was caring for away... Her rooms were still here on planet, and it may be prudent to place Darla in her room till this was over.

[Guest]

*The cold, gauntleted fingers extended from the shadow and grasped the Hammer's hilt. The Long black robes flowed in the air wildly, pulling back his hood and revealing the white mask. The Hooded man unclasped the robe and revealed the rest of his white armor. It was a thin white plate, ornate, and on it were several weapons. Three lightsabers, a Double, a Single, and one with a strange wide light emitter. Along with that were dozen or though knives for ceremony and emergency use. The rain came down heavily on the Man, and slowly he moved his hand up to his mask, flipping a clasp in the back. The steady mechanical breathing stopped with a soft 'hiss', the seal breaking and exposing him to the moist Mimban air for the first time in a long time. He pulled the mask towards his side, his eyes to the ground, and slowly long Platinum locks of hair fell out of the mask. The thunder struck and the Man's silver eyes shone brightly, producing a soft ambient light. He lifted his face to Bishop's. His features were thin and sharp, and his right eye had a large slash through it. He laughed, laughed a dark brooding, rolling laugh. The sanity that existed behind that laugh seemed absent. He grinned widely, showing his teeth. He spoke loudly, shouting a few lines from a book he once read, thinking they described him well.*

 

"So spake the Cherub; and his grave rebuke, Severe in youthful beauty, added grace Invincible: Abashed the Devil stood, And felt how awful goodness is, and saw Virtue in her shape how lovely; saw, and pined His loss."

 

*He slammed his new Warhammer against the ground, testing it's power. It was better than his old one. He looked around and saw a new Sith looking at him strangly.*

 

"Excuse me, for those who don't know, my name is Kakuto Ryu- the Combat Dragon."

 

*Kakuto Grinned his infamous chaotic grin. It was party time...*

[Dagon]

OOC((Quick clarification, Khorne is drawing the Dark side energy out of the ritual ground, Force use in general is unaffected unless you're trying to use the Force on Khorne, obviously(Khorne is a Pariah).))

[Skye Organa]

”œAll jedi move in and defend the three of us. When we are done we can fight together”

Edited August 12, 2004 by Guest

[Dagon]

::While Nhagathul was being confronted by the Jedi, Tzeentch walked over to the remains of Malvagio and knealt down. Speaking in an ancient tongue, he pulled the spiritual remnants out of the body and into his armor. A small face wailing in agony appeared on the armor, a trophy that would not be alone in time. Rising, he returned to his vantage point to watch events unfold.::

[Bishop Of Battle]

*Bishop's eyes narrowed as Blckclone's shackles fell to the ground between them. Their ensuing antics washed over him. He twitched his head away from the group, twisting it around the long way to face them with a single step to facilitate the body movment. He brought his gaze up to the largest mass of the assembled Jedi, dipping his head to one side a bit.*

 

"An exorcism, how interesting."

 

*His attention didn't divert when Raynuk placed himself between Bishop and the Jedi. Even the Sith Master did not speak of things he fully understood. None of them understood the position they had themselves in now. Bishop shrugged and rolled his shoulders, as though passing off a particularly tough muscle cramp.

 

Khorn began the act of sucking away the energy that had gathered in this place. The act in itself was not important. It could allways be drained from him again after the fact. The diverging flow of the Force, though, caught all of the Jedi and Sith off guard, feeling much the same as though they were loosing their powers for the moment. Bishop's stoicism did not falter.*

 

"You cannot cast the soul of a body out as you would a demon. It is too inexplicably bound."

 

*The dark shell the Jedi pushed so heavily upon surged back against their will, fighting the whole of their attempts. Bishop's gaze finally fell down to Blckclone, who in all the chaos had not moved from his position. Too intent on fighting Bishop in other ways.

 

Bishop's face remained the same as he reached up shraply, grabbing the wookie skull in his mechanical hand. His steel thumb found hold in the burned right eye socket. His back straightened and his face raised up towards the clouding skies as he twisted down, straining the neck of the Jedi who focused most on the gambit they were taking. The popping vertebrae marked the end as the spinal chord was shreaded by breaking bones.

 

Bishop pulled his hand back to his side, his fingers dragging the shattered remains a moment before Blckclone's corpse fell to the ground. The face of the Dark Lord twisted on itself at the new death, his focus turning inward for a moment. His mouth dropped open, slack jawwed, as he brought his wide eyes up to regard the seven Jedi that remained. His left hand lifted to his cheek, pressing at first lightly then with increasing intensity as his elbow raised slowly to extend fully over his head. His fingers grasped through his matted and greying hairs and against his pale and leathery skin.*

 

"The Sith who brings me the most worthy collection of Jedi heads will become the heir to my throne."

 

*His left hand pulled away from his face, which was left in much the same expression, and a charge of Force lightning sparkled from his finger tips. The tendrils of energy lunged hungrily for Jedi padawan and master alike.*

[Malvagio]

The stone floor was shattered and the artifacts broken. Even the living force of the grounds had receded, save for that bound within the Sith and Jedi. Still, something stirred, a consciousness that did not sleep, nor find itself bound to the powers they all knew in their being. It was foreign in every nature. The withdrawl of the force left it quite unaffected. Rather, it seemed to be empowered by the lack of its presence.

 

There was a pause in the air as the Jedi's neck snapped. Like a puppet, his body tumbled lifelessly to the ground. For that brief moment, all seemed calm.

 

As the Bishop raised his fingertips to blast waves of lightning at the focused Jedi, a heavy weight set in within them. It appeared that Nothing, Nothing itself, was shifting in the area around them, stabbing through the fallen body of the Jedi. To those blind to the force, the air stood still. However, seeing the wookie's soul torn from his limp flesh would be difficult for any of the congregated to miss. As it was helplessly pulled into the sky above them, the bonds that held it together were cast aside like leaves, and every part of his spirit that made it unique was equally shed. The sad reminisce of the fallen soul descended to the ground, as the pure essence of his existence gathered with the Nothing, and once again all seemed dormant.

[Nahstaa]

As the lightning spread, and the nothingness attacked, nahstaa didnt have a chance to move... He saw it happen, at a snails pace.

 

Ever so slowly, the lightning arced out towards him, twisting, writhing like it was being tortured itself... His body refused to respond. His mind could work, at this speed, but not his body... He felt the singing in his side, the burning as the lightning hit him full on in the gut, searing deeply, cauterising the wound as it went...

 

That was only the beginning... Just as the lightning stopped, the thing that wasnt smashed him aside, and he flew to one side, cast away like a rag doll... all he could do was push away the bond with his sister, so she wouldnt feel it... before he did, he sent the breifest flicker of love out to her, possibly his last goodbye...

 

As he landed to the side of the grounds, his body struck the hard earth, and he found himself looking up at the sky... Full circle... isnt that funny... he found himself looking at the same tortured atmosphere he had looked at, only weeks ago, when he had first set eyes on mimban's skye... and then it all went black...

 

The cold rushed through nahstaa, pouring through him like a river, stripping him bare, tumbling him against the bottom... It poured through his mind, and tore pieces away with it...

[SithAcolyte]

Darla stood with her new master watching the chaos unfold. She had slowly been reagaining her grip on reality as her master had not injected her for a while. Masking this with the facade of being in a child like state, Darla had kept her thoughts gaurded and refrained from touching upon the force.

 

Tares! My real master!

 

The face of Tares Vortex was enough to snap Darla out of her confusion and bring a torrent of past life memories flooding back into her conciousness.

 

I remember everything....

 

Darla realised that this woman was not her mother or her master and any conpassion she had felt was an illusion to lure her here, for what reasons she did not know.

 

She wants to make me a sith! Thats the only explaination...

 

Darla looked down at the long black dress that adorned her body. It was part gown and part death shroud and not Darla at all. There was a dark beauty to it but she preffered a flight suit,something she could fight and move in.

 

Without a word Darla began to run away from the sith woman. She grabbed the dress and tore the side of it open so that she could run easily. She still dared not touch the force and was still a little woozy from the drugs but her athletic body hurtled her forward towards the jedi....

 

A strange dark man had slain BlckClone,who Darla remembered to be the current leader of the jedi. Now he lashed out at her comrades with dark force lightning. There was nothing she could do but be by their sides. She kept running, head on into the onslaught.

 

"TARES!!!!" She shouted out at the top of her lungs.

[Tares Vortex]

OOC: This post has the offical mod approval stamp

 

IC: Drawing in the destructive energies of the force lightning into his body, Tares began to channel the energies around him. With in mere seconds the attack was converted into his own source of power. In time a swirl of white force enery swarmed around the Jedi Master.

 

"Perhapes a soul can't be casted away Dark One, but you are no soul. You are a demon." Tares stated.

 

As the worlds left his mouth, the energies were released towards Bishop. The summoning of such power was only possible for Tares during times of choas. With in a split second the white cloud smashed into the Dark One, bombarding the demon with in. At the end of the attack, when the dust had settled all those present could feel something lacking in Bishop. The demon was no more....

[SithAcolyte]

As Darla ran towards the battle some of the force lightning hit her knocking her to the ground.She lay there in a world of pain, spasming foom the destructive energies coarsing through her body. Every nerve felt like it was on fire but the pain made her mind seen clear and focused.The energy dissapated into the ground. She had only caught a glancing blow and not a full on attack, for that she was glad.

 

You're a glutton for punishment.....

 

As she lay on the ground,her black robe in tatters, she saw her former master do something amazing. She felt it more than saw...

 

Tares had drawn the dark mans' energy into him self and somehow in a flash of blinding white it was all over.

 

What happened?!

 

Darlas' robe was torn and her skin was blistered and burnt in several places, blood oozing form the worst parts...But she was alive. Willing herself to her feet she made her way over to her old Master.

 

Her eyes filled with joy at finally finding him again.

 

"Master,its me.Im alive.....Ive been searching for you for so long." Her eyes became glassy and tears threatened to erupt.

[Raynuk Montar]

(oy...)

 

*Too many things were happening at once, too many twists, too many turns...Too many backstabs. Raynuk watched Bishop crush Blackclone's skull within his own metalic fingers, and felt the smallest of pity for the Jedi Master, no...not pity, more of respect. There were too many sides in this fight, and Raynuk was stuck in the middle with little to no clue of what was happening.

 

The whole situation really messed with Raynuk's mind as the chains of devotion and feeling pulled him in seperate directions. But Raynuk had to ignore the chains, and trust the only thing and the only person he had ever fully trusted.

 

Himself.

 

Looking around, he realized that very few people acually were taking note of him...No one was here to try to take him out. The battle was confusing, and Raynuk would rather not make a wrong choice.

 

Disengaging his lightsabers, he put them back on his belt, keeping an eye out for anything sudden. His eyes scanned the Jedi, watching them alll as his mind decided what to do.

 

They will regret this move in the end...

 

Raynuk had made his mind up...he would leave this battle, let it settle itself and return when the dust cleared. But he wasnt planning on leaving this battle empty handed.

 

Raynuk walked forward, stepping over the corpse of Blackclone, and watched silentl as Nahstaa fell to the ground, a direct hit by force lightning. The Jedi were still feeling the ill effects of the gas, and Raynuk capitolized on this.

 

Reaching down, he grabbed Skye by her hair, and dragged her to her feet*

 

"Hello my dear... Come, walk with me a while wont you?"

 

*Raynuk turned, and dragged Skye across the ceremonial fields by her hair, leaving the battle, and taking his insurance*

[Keiran]

Keiran stood in awe, ignoring the pain from the lightning burst made by BoB, the retaliatory attack by Tares was awe-inspiring enough to ignore pain for a while.

 

"He did it... the lord of the sith is gone..."

Keiran fell to his knees, jaw opened as he brought himself back to the real world and suffered the pain from the lightning attack. After a few seconds of writhing on the ground, Keiran found his composure, pushed aside the pain and stood once more.

 

He saw as Raynuk grabbed Skye and began marching her off, trying to make his escape.

"Skye... she's Tares' apprentice... he must recover from his last attack, only one thing to do I geuss"

 

Keiran sprinted off away from the battle, chasing after Raynuk unarmed, as he slowly gained on them, he stopped about 100m away and screamed out.

"RAYNUK!!! Don't tell me you've dipped to the level of kidnapping padawans! Leave the girl, you will not be pursued, I assure you of that."

[Tarrian Skywalker]

asked to look at this...in regards to destroying Bishop, that did not happen...what did happen, is that Nhagathul was ripped from Bishop's body and force to manifest itself to all...have fun now....y'all come back now ye hear.... Oh, and Malvaglio...you are dead...see you in three days.. stop posting.

 

IC: Tarrian watched out of the corner of her eye for her ward, and let her get just so far and fall on the ground from the force lightning...she grabbed her with the force and hauled her back. Once again at her side, she quickly injected her and guided her to her old rooms. Placing the now sleeping girl in Kaylynn's old quarters, she locked the door tight and told the girl to rest...

 

Returning to the place where Bishop was, she was torn she stood a moment and then bumped into Raynuk.

[BLCKCLONE]

BC's jawless mouth grinned as he fell. It hit hard and as it did the ground shook. Time seemed to stall as the Jedi Master fell, he gave his last orders as he lay dieing.

 

Do not interfere my Jedi. The sith will let us pass if you do not attack these Sith. We will have our time, and I thank you, we have saved the galaxy from a true tyrant this day. You are all so brave.

 

Every Jedi felt the message and felt a large void in the force as BC lay dead. He had breathed his last breathe, but he would return. Upon his return he would be the most powerful force user to grace the galaxy.

[SithAcolyte]

Darla was just within reach of her old master,mere meters away when some powerful force yanked her back. It was the sith Woman,she was a powerful presence that Darla was unable to resist. Through the force she was yanked back.

 

She screamed out but it was to no avail,within seconds she was within the siths' grasp.She struggled but soon felt the cold steel of a seringe in her neck then everything went away. She tried to the resist the toxins coarsing through her viens but she was too weak.

 

She mumbled incoherently as she was quickly led away by her Sith master.

 

"...no....not here....no....Tares...Tares....." she could not say much and it made little sense.

 

She felt herself being lifted and then the softness of a matress beneath her. As soon as she hit the bed sleep took her in its warm dark embrace.The battle was gone and so was the pain. Once again she knew not who she was,once again she drifted away from herself......

Edited August 12, 2004 by Guest

[Darth Dominus]

Nurgle looked at the ugly old creature that stood before him.

 

"Nhagathul"

 

Nurgle whispered the name in a voice that was not quite his own. The air around Nurgle turned oppressive as he summoned the ancient power within him. Nurgle had felt flashes of his memories before, but now they flooded back, completely returning.

 

Nurgle hopped the short distance between himself and Nhagathul. As the dark apparition landed in front of his old nemesis, he brought his scythe down slashing through the creatures flesh. The wound immediately began to fester with all manner of pestilence.

 

"I never believed I would find a creature uglier than myself. Congratulations on proving me wrong."

[Kakuto Ryu]

"This has come a long time, in the making."

 

*KR saw the now exorcised bishop, standing defenseless, without the aid of Nhagathul. This is what he had been waiting for. Now was the time to strike. Kakuto began to run for the first time in ages, this time with a fury he did not try to hide. There would be no hiding anymore. The element of surprise was lost, but used well. few noticed him, and no man knew who he was, save for the select few who had helped plan it. Kakuto raised his great hammer into the air, putting it in strike position.

 

KR's hatred for Bishop was clear. Through the twisted thoughts of wearing his organs as jewelry, and many other horrible gory potential futures that filled his head, one thought stayed prominent. Vengeance for Abaddon. Abaddon had been KR's greatest friend, ally, rival, and KR was his. Though he had stepped down of his own will, the circumstances that ended caused it were the burden on his mind. It was KR's turn to do to Bishop what Bishop had done to Abaddon, only this would be far more bloody.

 

As KR came near to Bishop he leapt over the confusion, aided by the force, with his warhammer raised, and at the apex of his jump he called,*

 

"VENGEANCE FOR ABADDON!"

 

*KR came down from the sky and brought down his hammer with all the force he could muster, crashing down into the Bishop's head, knocking him to the floor, blood dripping out of his mouth. KR kicked Bishop in the face, knocking him onto his back. Slowly he tried to stand, but something was happening to him that he could not help. That Plague hammer had claimed it's first victim. His bones got weaker and weaker, their strength failing and then completely disappearing. Soon they had liquefied, and now Bishop's once foreboding figure turned into a pathetic, worthless, bag of meat and fluid. KR walked over, the hammer on his shoulder, and picked up Bishop by the holes in his face. A muffled moan of agony emanated from him, as KR dragged him to the top of an alter. KR dropped him down, and raised his hammer, taking position over the heaping pile of the man.

 

With one swift stroke KR brought down the hammer, landing it in Bishop's chest. Without bones the tissue, blood and organs shifted sharply, making the pressure on his flesh too great too hold. The result; Bishop exploded like a giant meat balloon, sending blood and gore in all directions, covering the Sith master in the coppery fluid, and washing everyone's boots with it. His organs became projectiles, shattering before imbedding themselves in wall. Bishop's eyes and brainstem floated on a pool of the blood, like some sort of sadistic boat. KR was reasonably satisfied that Bishop was dead now...*

[Tares Vortex]

On the ground, the nearly lifeless body of Tares lay weak. His skin was burnt, his body failing him. The great energy he released had done more damage to him that what was apparent. On the ground, the semi-aware jedi only thought about his apperentices that were now taken... both of them....

Edited August 12, 2004 by Guest