Darth Xitan
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Post by Darth Xitan on Jul 16, 2024 21:30:00 GMT -8
It was like the world had suddenly changed. Like as if he had been sent to a whole different dimension. The almost psionic attack upon his mental person as the Charon bellowed its commands through an otherworldly state that was not the Force. It was rather something else entirely. Xitan could feel the pressure upon his brain and soon his whole person as it coursed about. While the Sith could hear the yells of Ela to aim where it needed to be struck, the Acolyte could only feel the strong and absolute presence of the enemy before them. The Charon was truly a powerful individual that was likely a master of war and conflict.
Xitan... he was just an Acolyte. He had served under lords, commanded troops, fought in battles, led ships, and such. But, as of now, he was but a Favored, a privileged acolyte. He was a mere insect compared to this towering individual that bombarded him with these mental commands. The Sith had endured trials before, but this was truly a peak. For either he would submit and allow the glaive to cut through him or... or... No.
The grip upon his lightsaber tightened. Surrender? Submission? He had come too far to let these otherworldly actions weaken his resolve and force the Acolyte to be nothing. Xitan had forced Ryloth to submit, raided Kashyyyk and brought back prized Wookiee slaves, schemed to take Eriadu, and laid countless challengers, in the Pits, to rest beneath his crimson blade. Xitan was at the peak of his career, the peak of his growth and he would not submit now! The Acolyte let go of his head, feeling the psionic attacks be nothing more than a numbing feeling. Standing up, the Sith gripped his lightsaber up towards his face, illuminating his long dark hair and orange eyes.
No Sith ever surrenders. No Sith will ever submit to your kind.
And with that, Xitan flourished his lightsaber and then charged forward, using the Force to aid in his stride. His body still protested at what had occurred yesterday, but the pain was used to fuel his growing rage. Parrying an attempt by the glaive to defend, Xitan propelled himself forward, launching straight at the Charon. And with a swift stab, the lightsaber pierced the opening in the helmet and struck true through General Tarantulas' skull. Then, the plasma twisted, making sure what was within this creature's skull was burned or thoroughly melted.
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Darth Sirona
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Post by Darth Sirona on Jul 17, 2024 7:24:36 GMT -8
Darth Sirona was thankful for the arrival of her uncle in the melee. For all her power and might she was a sorceress and even when in close combat, was better suited as a duelist, not a mob fighter. So the assistance from the saurian Sith schemer was a great boon. Even if his drinking the blood of his enemies straight from the fresh wounds was a bit... unnerving. She didn't respond to the wizardly lizards banter though, as she required as much focus as possible on keeping herself alive and making her foes not so. The arrival of a fiery demon of... someplace... also seemed to draw a lot of attention from the struggling librarian. But this also lead to an unforeseen out come...
As her new master battled on the ground, the Lady of the Bog was free to let loose. No longer was she concerned about keeping her rider safe and balanced, she could go all in against the freakishly large spider-person. And that she did. The battle was fierce and bloody. The end drew near as with one massive hand the Lady grabbed hold of a two arms on the spider's left side, and then with the other shoved his head off to the side, fully extending said held arms. Then with her massive tooth filled maw, the rancor bit through both arms. And with a roar, picked up her wounded and bloodied foe and tossed him into a wave of lesser warriors. Her attention was then drawn to the great demon that assailed the enemy gates. Not satisfied with the last battle, she wanted a greater challenge and began to charge the flaming beast from behind. Luckily Sirona saw this and stopped to communicate with her. No! Only the bugs!
With the beast under control, Sirona was about to return her attention to the battle at hand, but she was a second too late. One of her foes, that had feigned the severity of it's wounds leapt up from Sirona's side and with spear in hand stabbed into the witch's side. The pain and shock that rushed through Sirona's adrenaline filled body was a rush of energy, energy that she quickly put on full display by crushing her assailant, much like she had done the guns on the wall. But she soon fell to a knee as the shock gave way to the full pain of her situation. One hand gripped the spear, right where it entered her flesh, and the other wielded her saber and swung cutting most of the haft off. The jostled spear point in her side caused her to let out a whimper. It was all she could do to force herself back to her feet, tears filling her eyes, and blood staining her side and running down her leg. She wasn't going to die, she gritted her teeth, not this close to salvation and the escape. Not after living through this whole nightmare of a planet! Two more Charon soldiers rushed for her, sensing her weakness. But before she could ready herself to meet them, they disappeared under two massive rancor feet, as the Lady of the Bog leapt to her rescue. Protected by her fellow Dathomiran orphan, she let herself sink back down to a knee. Hoping the battle would come to an end soon...
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Post by Elarinya on Jul 26, 2024 18:32:53 GMT -8
The last several hours, which were verging on a day or a day and a bit now, had been tiring. From the moment of her and Sirona's arrival over Roon, they had been found by Dragus and Xitan and brought down to the surface of Roon and gone beneath it. They'd delved into an ancient Taung tomb, crashed through the floor and fought with a Dianoga alongside her Father, trekked through miles of tunnels, crossed a swamp, and been thrown into the fight against an invasion by interdimensional spiders. To say she was starting to feel tired, even despite the couple hours respite of sleep, was an understatement. In fact, Ela was quite certain all of her companions were feeling the strain. But there was no time to let that exhaustion get to any of them.
She held on tight, her blades pressing against but not cutting through the alien material that clad the General. Even as part of her body screamed out for relief, she only locked in harder. She knew that if she let go now, then the Charon leader would crush Xitan and then set his sights upon Sirona next. And whilst she did not have a particular qualm about the potential loss of the Masked Acolyte, she did take issue with any mortal consequences for her companion. She channelled her rage into the Force and sent it straight to her tired muscles, fuelling them with the strength of her rage she felt at the idea of Sirona coming to harm and the hatred she felt for these bugs and every mishap Dragus had brought them to along the way.
Luckily for Tarantulas, his armour plating restricted just how far back this red skinned gnat - as he had so eloquently thought of her as - could pull back upon his arms. Else wise she would have flexed them hard enough to tear them from their sockets and clean off. Instead she had an iron like grip, preventing the Charon from properly defending himself with weapon, even as he turned to mental attacks. But despite being the least arcane inclined member of the party, Ela had no issues with pushing back against and blocking out this assault. She was just too damn angry to give in and give up. None of this was why she had come to Roon, she'd not signed up for any righteous fight. She was here to fight for and protect the one person that had taken her in and given her another chance.
Before she realised what she was doing, she felt her ears begin to ring and all sound around her drop away as if obscured by cotton. Her throat began to feel raw as a moment later she realised she had begun to scream out in defiance at some point, without any forethought or attempt to protect herself. It was honestly not a power she had ever made use of before that she could think of. Dragnir had taught her to wield her pair of blades and how to use the most basic of enhancement skills and telekinetic powers. Some part of that had been because she was to be an assassin and tracker, which meant she did not need to know anything more advance to make her a threat. But the other part of all that was that she had no proficiency for anything beyond it all. There was always some... wall or barrier upon which she felt herself run up against and fail.
But now... Now that barrier felt much further away. There were a multitude of reasons that could have caused this, but the most likely one was that she had spent some time training under Maethoriel and had grown stronger as a result of it. This was merely an unconscious display of how strong she had become.
Her thoughts and scream were soon interrupted as she felt the body of the Charon General fall limp as Xitan's lightsaber pierced the creatures skull and burned through the unprotected organic matter. The Chainglaive fell from Tarantulas' grip before his whole body seemed to collapse down and fall to the side. Elarinya had not let go until the last minute, her sabers deactivating as she pushed away from being trapped beneath the armour bound corpse. She hit the ground hard from the momentum and her sabers fell loose from her hands.
But despite everything, she still pushed herself back up. She could hardly hear the sounds of battle going on around her as she stumbled forward, barely recalling the strange Ewok symbol dangling from the General's neck. Somewhere in the back of her mind she could vaguely recall the Sinister Saurians voice calling from afar about the medallion. She stumbled across the ground and landed hard on the armoured corpses side, her hands fumbling about as she grabbed for the dead General's neck. There, she found the string of ornaments and grabbed at the central most object. But in her current state, she gripped the item a little too hard and felt part of it give way beneath her thumb. She felt, more than heard, the distant rumble as the first chain reaction of explosives started to detonate
Oh...
The anger and hate that she had felt moments ago and had been fuelling her rampage seemed to have abandoned her and with it, the strength she'd had to remain conscious. She fell limp across the body as she looked around for Sirona, only to find her friend seemingly injured but being protected by the massive Rancor mount she had tamed moments ago. She tried to reach her hand out before the world fell away into darkness for her...
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Valefor
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Post by Valefor on Jul 29, 2024 22:43:07 GMT -8
With the Smoke Beast summoned and set upon its task, Valefor was not required to remain focused upon any ritual to keep it set to the work of trying to tear apart the Infinity Gate. If nothing else was achieved, the tide of Charon forces pouring through the Gateway had been stemmed thanks to the intensity of the heat and flames the Smoke Demon was giving off. But before he had much of a chance to properly survey the battle below, his focus was drawn to Elarinya and Xitan as the pair managed to take out an armoured Charon. Despite the animosity they seemed to have toward one another, it did appear that they could band together in a fight. Which was good in this situation, since none of them could truly make it out of this alone.
Their victory, however, was not one they could spend celebrating. Not because of the horde of Charon forces that had already made their way through the gate and were still swarming the Fortress. No. It was because his Daughter had stopped herself from being trapped beneath the falling Charon and had stumbled her way into possession of a small Ewok shaped trinket that the Charon had been wearing, and then proceeded to press it. From the furthest point out, came the tell tale sound of a seismic charge sucking in the surrounding air and sound, then unleashing a concussive shock wave outward
TIME TO GO!
Valefor leapt from the top of the battlements and down into the fray below, The Legionis Hastae in hand and cutting through the ranks of Charon between himself and Elarinya. The sounds of the explosions behind him were growing more numerous as he charged across the courtyard, trusting that Dragus was going to collect Sirona and get moving. Thankfully, the last view he had of those two was within the presence of the Lady of the Bog, whom would ensure Dragus did not scurry off alone. Valefor slammed his gloved fist into the ground, with the Invidia Stone glowing a brilliant emerald as a shock wave travelled through the ground and sent Charon flying to the side. He charged forward again to the corpse, slinging the Hastae over his shoulder so both hands were free to scoop up his Daughter.
Truth be told, he did not have any idea where this exit of Dragus' was, and so turned toward Xitan first before scanning the disarrayed crowd of Charon as they realized the danger they were in. As soon as he caught sight of the Saurian Sith Lord, he would make sure to head in that direction
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Dragus
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Post by Dragus on Jul 31, 2024 6:39:35 GMT -8
It didn't take long for that violent scrum in the castle courtyard to devolve into something savage. Somewhere along the way, Dragus had discarded his lightsaber, opting instead to use his claws and teeth. He pounced from the ground up onto the back of one of the spiders and quickly clamped his crocodilian maw around the alien's hairy throat, piercing its chitinous hide as the upper and lower plates of his jaw began to saw back and forth, using the serrated edges of his teeth to chew through its flesh, all the while his claws ripped away chunks of spider hide with vicious sweeps. His tail plunged downwards, over and over again, repeatedly driving the serrated length of Sith iron capping its end into the eight-legged xeno's abdomen. Each puncture opened a geyser of ichor, until finally the charon collapsed on the blood slick flagstones, its lifeless body suffering death convulsions as the black scaled barabel completed chewing through its neck. Ignoring the battle taking place around him, the saurian Sith squatted down and scooped up the charon's head, which he placed in his lap as he seated himself on the filthy floor. He turned the head over so that the opened neck stump was facing towards him, then pulled back his right arm with his talons squeezed together, then drove the appendage through the opening and deep into bodiless heads skull cavity. Dragus routed around for a few moments, then extracted his claw with a wet squelch, raising a palm full of pulverized grey matter to his lips. With the assistance of his forked tongue, the fanged phenom slurped the contents of his claw into his mouth and down his throat, savouring the gooey goodness as the mushed up brains wormed its way into his stomach.Events were beginning to reach their unnatural conclusion by this point in time. General Tarantulas? Dead, stabbed through the face by an Acolyte who refused to submit. The failsafe device? Activated, by a very weary warrior in red. The portal? Scorched, but still active surprisingly, not that it much mattered for long. And the charon? Scattered and bloodied by a combination of their efforts. Time?Indeed. He could hardly have put it better himself. Tossing his meal aside, the Hungering One used his tail like a springboard, quickly rolling back to his feet. In the distance through the hole in the battlements the Bog Queen had smashed, the twisted terrorsaur was able to spy the rocky ceiling collapsing on the far side of the Poison Marshes, bringing with it a tidal wave of molten fire. The totems activation had resulted in a cascade of explosions, tearing across the top of the cavern as it expanded towards them. Within minutes this place was going to be buried beneath a few million tons of rock and boiled by lava. As he reached Sirona who had taken a knee after being impaled in the side by a charon's rusty spear, Dragus reached down and grabbed the seared haft sticking out of her side with one blood slick claw, then used it for leverage as he gave it a slight twist to encourage his niece back to her feet."Rissse, my child." Hissed her unsympathetic uncle, misting the air between them with flecks of arachnid brain and spider blood, while he brought his snout to the ear on her wounded side. "Ressst iz a luxury of the dead." The proof of that was written on the silent expressions of the corpses all around them. After he had...assisted, Sirona to her feet, the saurian Sith released his hold on the spear haft and slithered his way behind her where he slipped beneath her arm and supported her by the shoulder. "And we, my rancor whissspering witch, are mossst asssuredly ssstill alive. Not for long, however, if we remain here." His tail swept around in front of them, pointing with the spike capping its end at the rocky ceiling collapsing on the far side of the marsh, rapidly expanding towards them at record pace if the increased volume of the overhead explosions was any sort of tell. Next he maneuvered his animate fifth appendage to slip into his satchel, where it retrieved a finger sized glass tincture of something viscus and red, smelling both offensive and foul as he popped the cork free and practically jammed the opened bottle into the bookish Sith's grimacing mouth. "Drink thiz." He ordered without explanation.Nor would an explanation be forthcoming, but it was a fair assumption given that the colour of the contents of the bottle were red that it was a healing potion. More than fair, actually, because that's exactly what it was. Concentrated essence of ewok, mostly. This particular batch Dragus had brewed personally, adding a few extra ingredients for funsies, like the Umbaran combat stimulants he had picked up when Wart and He went purrgil fishing in the radioactive hellscape of the Ghost Nebula. It gave the healing potion that little bit of extra oomph that was sometimes needed in situations such as this.Whether she drank it or not, He-Who-Hungers guided the lean librarian towards the scorched inner entrance of the fort, passing Xitan and an Elarinya burdened Valefor as they followed on the hellish heels of the Smoke Demon. His mismatched eyes revealed mild surprise when he beheld a mangled but still functional Infinity Gate, that the summoned flaming spectre of Chaos had managed to bend entirely out of its triangular shape, scorched black along with everything around it. The inner chamber was sweltering hot, every available drop of moisture evaporated away, until the air was dry and blisteringly unbearable. Just beyond the flaming engulfed gate was the entrance to the spiral staircase, Squeaker's Steppe, thirteen thousand ascending steps between the motley band of Sith and their freedom."There!" He snarled loudly for all his companions to hear, indicating the entrance of the stairwell with a jab of his tail. "That'z our exit out of here!"
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Darth Xitan
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Post by Darth Xitan on Aug 1, 2024 11:26:01 GMT -8
The world seemed... blurry and even muffled as Xitan rose from the corpse of the Charon commander. He could hear voices, faint and distant. Even the world around him seemed slow. Bright colors, objects flying, and all manner of chaos still continued. The Acolyte even felt like he wasn't in the plane of existence where the rest were. And yet, the Sith wasn't alone. Something was off to his peripherals causing his unmasked face to turn and gaze upon a grey figure. A new image that he had not seen before.
Before, where the Charon were, now fleeing in all directions, a decaying figure gazed out at Xitan. One eye a milky color with no pupil, another was the orange color of a Sith. His skin was cracked in many places, as if dead for years. His clothes were tattered, his appearance decaying, and yet he seemed alive and well for the state his form was in. Yet, more importantly, there was a strong and ominous Force presence that was almost mind-numbing and sickening to feel. The figure gazed at Xitan for a time before vanishing as the Acolyte blinked.
The sound of Valefor brought reality back to its normal schedule. Xitan grabbed his lightsaber and glanced about before beginning to move away. His body wasn't too happy still, but the Sith pushed through as he drew upon the Force to accelerate his movements. Jumping upon rocks and propelling himself, Xitan landed just in front of Dragus as he called out for the exit's location. For a moment, the Acolyte looked back at what he had seen. Then he turned and retreated with the rest.
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Darth Sirona
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Post by Darth Sirona on Aug 1, 2024 18:35:51 GMT -8
Sirona cried out in pain as the spear tip lodged in her was used as a motivational tool by her wicked wizened uncle. The cry immediately drew the attention of the Lady of the Bog, who for a second seemed to contemplate devouring the source of her master's pain whole, but a raised hand indicating to hold was all it took to disuade the action. The witch herself managed to struggle to her feet, glad for the shoulder to support on and the oddly tasting concoction. The effects of the potion could be felt almost instantly. The pain seemed like a distant thing, a racer that had fallen behind her second wind in the closing laps of a race. They would meet again at the finish line, but it wouldn't matter so long as Sirona reached it first.
On one hand, she knew it was not a sound stratify long term, to pull out the spear tips still lodged in her side, but in the short term, not having it inside of her would make her movements vastly liberated. Right now, it was all about the short term fixes, they had to get out. So with another whimper of pain, even breaking through her potion induced hyper adrenaline, she drew the spear tip out of her side and let it fall to the floor. She sent out another call through the Force, another command. Get. Us. Out! And with the stern command the Lady refocused from smashing spiders, to beast of burden.
The rumbling and falling earth, the explosions, the spider-like monsters nipping at her heels; none of it mattered to the mighty Rancor. Even as the landscape she had once ruled as undisputed apex predator came crashing and melting around them. She had found a new home, and a new purpose. Though she didn't fully understand either, she understood that she would give her mighty and ancient life for it. With one massive clawed hand, and with a surprisingly gentle touch, the Lady of the Bog scooped up Sirona and Dragus before bounding off after the two Sith and the Acolyte. She caught up with the one that did not smell like her master, but somehow felt like her, first. With her free claw, she grabbed hold of the Acolyte, paying no heed to objection or resistance, and plopped him down upon her back, where Sirona had been only minutes before. Finally she caught up to the mighty Valefor and his unconscious daughter, and yet again she grabbed hold with her mighty and yet soft touch. And thus, double fisting Sith and with an Acolyte for a crown, the Lady of the Bog raced forward with meters long strides toward the seemingly infinite staircase.
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Valefor
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Post by Valefor on Aug 3, 2024 5:35:27 GMT -8
Valefor carefully kept Elarinya cradled in his arms as he charged across the field and into the sweltering heat of the throne room where even now the Smoke Demon was still expending its strength. Flames continued to wick away through the portal to Other Space, whilst in this Space the beast still had strength left to give. Immediately and without thinking much about it, he activated the Invidia Stone to create a bubble within which the heat of the Throne Room was turned away. Something that became useful moments later as the Lady of the Bog came charging up behind him and grabbed him up in her fist. He grew the bubble large enough to protect all of its occupants whom were conveniently close to the Rancor.
He spared a glance down to his daughter, ensuring his grip upon her remained safe and secure even as the Lady of the Bog loped across the Throne Room and made for the staircase. But it was a good thing Valefor did look up because he - probably like the others - was starting to realize that their escape route was not going to be big enough to fit the Lady of the Bog. But the Rancor seemed to not be shied away by this fact as she kept on charging ahead and started her ascent up towards the roof where the stairs disappeared. Usually by now he would have felt the strain of his powers wearing on him from this sort of use. It was why he so often channelled the strength of his enemies into the power of the other stones. Something was different this time.
What exactly it was, he would have to investigate later, for the roof was quickly growing closer. Valefor turned his focus and that of the Invidia Stone towards the earth and stone that was above their head. The tunnel within which the stairs were dug suddenly started to grower larger and continued to do so as the Lady of the Bog continued her mad ascent up the Thirteen Thousand steps that lead to their freedom. Deep below, the Smoke Demon continued it struggle further warping of the gate, before finally managing to tear off a small part of the gate structure. Letting out an ear shattering roar, it kept tearing and clawing away at the gate even as the explosions grew closer. Lava and Rock were starting to rain down, but the Smoke Demon did not stop
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Dragus
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Post by Dragus on Aug 7, 2024 8:09:33 GMT -8
A Villain's Ascent Dragusblight, once a sinister symbol of subterranean civilization, now little more than a tomb for those caught within its borders when the world came crashing down on top of it. The enhanced seismic charges planted in the ceiling had, remarkably (especially if one is familiar with their creator), worked exactly as planned. Millions of tons of rock fell from above, burying the underverse in rubble while rivers of molten fire seeped between the gaps, eating up any remaining oxygen as it filled in every last square inch of available space. This once great city of the ranats, the pinnacle of rodent engineering and vermin-science, was now nothing more than a memory to those that survived its fall.Perhaps even more remarkable, Dragus had actually spoken true. Squeaker's Steppe, the spiral staircase numbering a sacred thirteen...thousand steps, served as the salvation for the motley mix of Sith. The return trip went about a well as could be expected. Between Valefor's sorcery and Villa's Mum's bestial endurance, they made a record pace back to the surface, riding comfortably on the creature's broad scaly shoulders. A few of the more intelligent charon had attempted to follow on their heel-step, but not so much as one made it past the Smoke Demon before a hot tide of fire swallowed them all up into oblivion. By the time our heroic villains had reached the first thousandth stair, most of the quaking had subsided, thus they were able to relax their rate of ascent. Astride the brutish beast's back, the Pater Mutatis applied his trade, slapping one of his signature poultices on the wound in the Neptis Mutatis' side. As one might imagine, the cursing that followed likely would have made even a Nightsister blanche. He ministered where he could for the others as well, there was no shortage of cuts and scrapes after all they had endured, and few words were spoken.Eventually, however, they emerged. |
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Darth Xitan
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Post by Darth Xitan on Sept 17, 2024 22:12:27 GMT -8
Lerax-SynIn the depths of the fighting pits of TawmtoonLightsabers were a familiar sound in this vast underground part of the Imperial fort. Outfitted to be like gladiator arenas, this was where the Sith of the Eternal fought one another for glory, to resolve feuds and grudges, and to hone their skills. Many a name were known within these parts, both living and dead. Darth Argos the Arrogant, Lord Hadius the Battler, the Saber Sisters, Master of the Dreadsword, Bolis the Brutal, and so forth. The honed blades that dueled to submission of foes or their outright death. Here, willing submission, forced defeat, and death were common place. Here, one could prove their saber skills and bloody their crystals. It had been some time, but the newly risen Executor of the Sith found himself coming back once more to grace his presence and remind the upstarts of their place.
The pit where the Daimyo fought was gathering quite the crowd as credits were exchanged in terms of bets. Shouts that included jeers, cheers, hissing, and hollering echoed from where they were watching. A loud thud was heard against the metal casing of the pit as Xitan slammed his foe firmly against the wall. Then dragged the Zabrak to the right before whipping his backward, causing the individual to come flying forward. A swift slash cut through the air, breaking the casing of the opponent's saber. The individual in question then slammed firmly against the other side of the pit, feeling the pressure of the Force upon her form. There was a renewed wave of cheers and jeers from the seats and standing.
Xitan had found very few capable warriors and duelists, those that could serve as commanders and bodyguards with the reforming Sith-Imperial military. They had lost quite the talent, as of late, due to events prior and the coup itself. After returning to Roon, Xitan learned more about what had occurred and the damage done. Out of spite, by the sounds of it, Vullorr and Melabor initiated a purge of the Nullus Beacon's dissidents and benefactors of their opponents. This led to losses in military leadership as non-Force and Force sensitive officers were felled. It was now the 'fun' task of finding the proven and worthy to take their places and rebuild their command structure... even though there was an obvious favor towards droids and their programmed leaders. The ST-series super tactical droids, the predecessor T-series tactical droids, and the more numerous OOM command battle droids. These were becoming more present.
Returning his attention to the squirming Zabrak, trying to fight back, Xitan whips back on his grip, causing her to fly forward. The hilt of his lightsaber slamming into her chin and knocking her out cold. A new salvo of voices were heard from the crowd as a medical droid rolled out. The Sith looked at the mechanical personnel.I will speak with her, along with the others, later.She had proven potential, so the Executor would give her, like others who had proven themselves remotely a good challenge, a chance. He couldn't be too picky, as much as Xitan wanted to, but they needed officers, leaders, and commanders to refill their command structure. Else High Command would be filled with droids.Who's next?!The Executor proclaims, raising his arms upward to the crowd.
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Lerax-Syn
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Post by Lerax-Syn on Sept 21, 2024 18:01:00 GMT -8
The sound was deafening, like a thunder of voices, all cheering and chanting as the crowds watched another warrior take a beating from Darth Xitan. The Zabrak was out cold. The whole scene formed a hard swallow in Lerax’s throat as he watched her still form lay there. He’d heard only of Darth Xitan, and today he would meet him face to face.
Lerax wasn’t ready though. He knew it, even through daily training he knew it, yet he wanted to prove that he deserved a place within the ranks, that he can work to become more than what he is, and of those around him. Into the deep end he would go, with only luck and the will to survive.
Lerax walked forward, loosening his lightsaber from its belt. He let his anxiousness settle, using his breath as a gateway between silence and anger. It was so controlled, he could move within this mental phase so easily, though in a combat situation he wasn’t so sure. The Jedi weren’t so bad to him, their teachings to control emotions and not to feel them helped him over the last few years to understand a balance of what he wanted to feel and when to do so.
The ground light up blue as his lightsaber hissed to life, gripped loose and low. His lightsaber choice would probably cause a stir, but for him it is a remembrance. His sight was now on Darth Xitan.
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Darth Xitan
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Post by Darth Xitan on Sept 21, 2024 19:30:21 GMT -8
A great salvo of jeers was heard as a blue lightsaber lit up. There were those aware of the one who wielded the weapon, a Jedi Padawan who had recently joined their rank as a fallen of the nemesis of the Sith. An exile who still wielded the weapon of his past allegiance. And yet, a number of the great names of the Sith were once like Lerax; fallen jedi who sought a place where they could delve into the Force without restraint. Darth Revan, Darth Ruin, and Darth Krayt were to name a few. The jeers continued even as the Executor turned to the new challenger. Beneath his helmet, Xitan's eyebrow went up.
Better than no one.
The words muttered beneath his helmet as his lightsaber flared to life. His crossguard hilt was clicked, causing three bars of red plasma to illuminate the right side of the Sith. The sinister glow becoming a rather frequent sight today considering how long Xitan had been in this pit. With his free hand, the Sith drew upon the Force and caused the dust upon the floor to rise up and be blown in the direction of Lerax, seeking to obscure the view.
Seconds later, through the dust cloud, Xitan flew from the left, slamming his blade hard against the blue lightsaber of Lerax. With his strength, Xitan unleashed a good flurry of strikes upon the Exiled Jedi. Was he dedicated to learning to be a Sith or had the Jedi taught him to be weak and feeble? It was time to see which it was.
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Post by Lerax-Syn on Sept 24, 2024 16:23:39 GMT -8
The crowd were wild now, raucous and taunting with insults as they looked onwards at Lerax and his blue lightsaber. He definitely needed to last sometime in this fight if he was to ever gain respect and attention.
The hairs on his body seemed to stand on end, and a chill ran up his spine as The executor turned to face Lerax, the deep red glow of his lightsaber contrasting that of the blue. It would seem like a Jedi Versus Sith.
In what seemed like less than a few seconds since stepping up to fight, his vision was blurred, a dirt storm unleashed around him, curtesy of The Executor. The mental state Lerax has prepared himself in seemed to help somewhat, as his lightsaber rose to block the red slashes that entered his blurred vision from the left. He moved fast, instinct taking over, and parrying the hard hitting strikes that seemed to reverberate through his bones.
Lerax stumbled backwards slightly, recovered, came in close on his left leg , bringing his lightsaber up from the right , across to high left and slashing down as he stepped with his right leg, in an attempt to open up The Executors lower section if he would block high. If successful, Lerax would push forward, shifting all his weight to his right leg and then take a snap kick to The Executors low abdomen with his left foot.
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Post by Darth Xitan on Oct 4, 2024 21:08:08 GMT -8
So this fallen Jedi did learn something from those monks, thought Xitan as he watched how he parried and combated. Indeed, there was potential, as in all who were gifted and proven to join the ranks of the Eternal. However, the move was predictable. The once-Acolyte had seen this attempt before and knew how to respond.Predictable.The Executor stated as his lightsaber did go high to block, but his free hand extended, grabbing hold of the kick with the Force.It is clear that when one aims high, they intend to strike low. Just as when one aims low, they intend to strike high.Utilizing the Force, Xitan's grip pulled on the captured leg, aiming to unseat his opponent's offensive stance by destabilizing it. The Executor had fought Jedi on Ryloth, Wookiee Darksiders on Kashyyyk, Sith cultists on Mustafar, and Sith warlords on Sullust and elsewhere. He had raided in the name of the Eternal, fought to the front of her ranks, and conquered by his hand, not from a seat. As a result, he had experienced many forms of fighting and fighters.You clearly didn't have the assistance of Dragus to properly educate you in the ways of the Sith.His grip grew tighter as he pulled. Whether he dislocated the leg or simply caused an irritation, Xitan knew he would gain the upper hand easily. The Executor had never gone easy on anyone, even newer members of their ranks. In these pits, any who joined would fight to the end or till they lost their consciousness. These were where the strong truly thrived and proved themselves. Where glory and fame awaited them. And, equally, where the foolish found themselves facing a Sith of greater skill and ability.Suppose there is a first for anything.
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Post by Lerax-Syn on Oct 16, 2024 18:37:33 GMT -8
Predictable. The executors voice rang harsh in Lerax’s head. He hated failing, or being mocked. It is true, he wasn’t great at fighting, even in training situations, not that he had much from his previous master anyways. But he had gotten better, though self doubt was always prevalent.
He felt stupid. He should have known of course that his move would have been easily seen through, especially by the executor, and was now to regret it.
Lerax snapped back to reality, feeling his leg trapped in force grip, letting out a yell as the grip tightened and pulled harder. If he didn’t react now he would surely be dislocated and it would be over too quickly, but he also knew anything he did would be a last ditch attempt. His anger was high, and he would want to use that, but also didn’t want it to be obvious he was going to react with that emotion, and seem predictable…again.
His lightsaber was held low in his right hand as he tried to maintain balance. He quickly brought it up in a throw toward the Executor, hoping to catch him off guard and lose the force grip. Just as the lightsaber would leave his hand, he would grab his second lightsaber, it’s blue colour igniting from the hilt with his left hand , push forward on his right leg hoping his left would be free for him to land on and take a charging flurry of strikes on The Executor.
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Post by Darth Xitan on Oct 18, 2024 22:09:59 GMT -8
The thrown lightsaber didn't surprise Xitan, but it did intrigue him. This fallen Jedi did know some tricks. There was an essence of trickery afoot once more, an attempt to divert the attention of the Sith from one strike in order to produce another. In truth, this action did achieve one thing: his grip did let go of his leg. The lightsaber throw was good, but Xitan parried it away with a strike of his own weapon. However, the Executor did mutter a few words before his hand extended forward.
An excellent attempt.
The air around Lerax-Syn began to build in pressure as the Sith expelled the Force from his palm, a vortex, like a wind, was blown against him. The Force Blast was potent and honed, one of the abilities that Xitan enjoyed utilizing, here and elsewhere. The maelstrom of the blast continued to exert itself against Lerax, halting his own advance with ease. The Executor began to take steps forward.
Draw upon your rage and anger to break through my blast!
Xitan wanted to see what this individual could truly do. He wanted to see him break through, utilizing rage and anger from being confined.
Or lie down and be defeated... like the Jedi you really are.
The Sith smirked under his mask, knowing that provocation and taunts were a good way to draw forth the true potential of a would-be Sith.
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Post by Lerax-Syn on Oct 19, 2024 21:39:48 GMT -8
Lerax was getting no where, all his attempts futile as every attack was blocked or perceived . The Executor was powerful, knew how to read his opponents and was making light work of this.
Lerax felt embarrassed, the fallen Jedi that knew pretty much nothing compared to this sith. Sparring with the other potentials seemed easy, but with the real deal it was far from. His embarrassment turned to frustration. Frustration turning to anger that he had tried to hide and control.
His leg now free, he stumbled to correct his balance, completely missing a chance to swing with his other lightsaber as hoped. His thrown lightsaber had fell somewhere to the ground after being parried. Lerax could feel the atmosphere shift, the air building in pressure around him. He stretched out his arms and drew upon the force, allowing the trickles of anger to sustain his energy level a little longer as he built up a force shield to push forward through the force blast that had suddenly hit him. It was powerful, taking his breath away. With each step forward he was being exerted. He heard the Executors voice, it spurred him, yet made him feel less, a mocking undertone, that only fed Lerax’s anger. He let out a yell, his anger shifting to rage that he wouldn’t control now. The force around him was now beginning to separate the dust from the ground, slowly starting to swirl around his body and the energy of the force. Feeling that he was edging closer to The Sith, he pulled back his palms, concentrated his rage and his intent into the force, sending a force push from both hands directly through the middle of The Executors blast.
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Post by Darth Xitan on Oct 19, 2024 22:09:36 GMT -8
The Executor allowed himself to feel the impact of the Force Push as Lerax-Syn propelled it. The Sith felt himself even slide back a little from the exertion of power. Oh how it reminded him of a time when he was a mere apprentice and aiming to rise to the rank of Acolyte and Favored too. The first time stepping into these arenas and unleashing a rage-fueled torrent of Force abilities that were raw and untrained, but still tore his opponent, a Duros, apart with ease. When it ended, Xitan was still standing, his lightsaber glowing its sinister red color.
How invigorating! To taste such rage! Such raw power! The foundation of becoming a Sith one day!
The air then began to intensify once more as the Force was drawn by the Executor. Lightning crackling at his finger tips of his free hand as the Sith stepped forward. The masked Tionese would end this duel right here and now though. He had business to attend to after all, Executor duties. He had come for what he needed and would depart with his record still clean and well known. What was proven was proven, enough evidence for Xitan to understand and know.
But you are still far from being... Sith.
His hand was flung forward, unleashing a torrent of Force Lightning upon Lerax-Syn's body. A force so strong and potent that Xitan knew it would knock him out cold with ease. Just enough to end the duel and declare himself yet another victory. But this would not be the end of the fallen Jedi's time. Xitan could sense the potential in him... the potential to become a Sith.
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Post by Lerax-Syn on Oct 21, 2024 22:06:49 GMT -8
Lerax's breathing was heavy, exhausted from withstanding such a fierce force blast, that he only just managed to break through.
He grinned to himself. He proved something. That he had something worth training for, worthy of being a Sith someday. It was a brave moment for him, to have stepped up to this powerful sith, even though it was a short moment. What he did learn, was three things. He has a lot of work to do if he wants to be a sith, that there was no need to hold himself back, and to use his rage and anger to the fullest advantage. The Executor had brought out something within Lerax, and this was only the beginning.
Lerax felt the air around him move once more, and something told him he knew what was coming. He looked straight into the Executors eyes, and gave a nod, acknowledging what had been said. Just as he did so, he was hit sharp by a lightening strike from The Executor. It was strong. Lerax hit the floor hard, his nervous system shocked and body tingling all over, with his chest singed from impact.. He blacked out, only hearing the footsteps of the Executor walk past him. He would probably be dragged to a Med bay, or left to the jeering and shouts from the crowd that were rabid for The Executor.
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Post by Darth Xitan on Oct 24, 2024 19:51:28 GMT -8
=Some hours later=
The whirling of a medical droid, among its compatriots, was heard within this part of the medical facility attached to the fighting pits. This was more or less to ensure Sith that were defeated were properly rehabilitated before returning to their daily lives. All those that had been acknowledged by Xitan were given their own wing, or as close as there was to one. This medical droid rolled up to the Executor, motioning to the thirteen in total.
=Droid=
Lord Executor, the patients are doing well. They should be able to awaken-
The droid's report was cut off quickly by the words of Xitan.
Awaken them now. Do what you must to get their conscious to awaken.
For a moment, the medical protocols of the droid stated otherwise within its programming. However, it bent to the will of the Executor and relayed to command to the others in the room. New drugs were pumped into the systems of those present, awakening each one after the other. All manner of species began to rise: a Wookiee, two Trandoshans, a few Humans, a Duros, and so forth. When Lerax rejoined the conscious world, the last few followed before the voice of Xitan was heard.
You thirteen have succeeded in impressing me. Rather than spoil the talents you have, I ensured your defeats without killing you.
The Executor slowly walks down the two columns of individuals.
You are alive because the Eternal, the Supreme Leader, and myself, see the potential in you.
Stopping midway, the masked Sith looked upon those who had shown their expertise, fought determined to be Sith, and managed to live longer than the others who tried too hard to be fools and died as fools in the end. The Sith military was lacking in officers and commanders, those who would be able to lead forward and ensure the expansion of the Sith. Xitan wasn't all too willing to accept droid tacticians, he still believed in a staff that was experienced not through programming.
I ensured I fought you today to test what has been noted. To prove reports and observations were not misguided nor falsified. And I must say, you certainly raised the bar compared to the rest of the riffraff I fought today. You... proved your worth to the Eternal.
Despite their losses, there was still those who could become Sith and rise higher than their predecessors.
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