Xeonon Solomon
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Sept 22, 2015 14:32:38 GMT -8
Back on his feet now he could tell the droid never made it to the ground, even above the chaos of the battle metal slamming on marble would have been heard. Trusting that one of his companions had dealt with the threat he moved on. He was in his element here. Sure, he was not alongside his fellow Imperial Knights but he was fighting alongside allies. His old instincts kicking in he cared little for himself, and instead focused on keeping Kali and Hevn alive.
Running behind one of the busts he deactivated his lightsaber and slung his gun. It was true they could keep this up, and with the Reapers outside they could probably deal with this in a few minutes. However time was running against them as the bombs timer outside ticked off. He needed to turn the tide faster. He needed to do it now. Steeling himself for what he was about to do he stepped out from behind the pillar and started taking blaster fire directly. Now most people would have jerked and fallen after one, maybe two shots. Sure some of the energy was absorbed by the Spider Silk, the Norris Root and even the Phrik. However there was still the thermal energy and a LOT of kinetic energy that got through.
Arms outstretched he absorbed the bolts. The pain of it would have been intense had his body not reacted it coursed through his body literally everywhere as it tried to find an escape to his body and Xeonon had the perfect escape. Opening his mind to the gunfire he willed it to become one with him he absorbed it into his cells. Years ago the force had been taken from him, after a long ass time he had eventually relearned to use the force. He let it flow into his body becoming him, felt himself filling up every fiber of his being felt like it was being torn apart and put back together at the same time. He felt strong, he felt alive and more importantly he felt better than he had in ages.
However the longer he held onto this power the more there was in him and the worse he felt. He needed to channel the force into something. For the unitiated Force Blinding could only be used through their hands. It was an archaic force power that had few if any practical uses. One of those few uses was combat. Having studied this useless form he realized that it could come from anywhere in ones body, including all of it. With the intensity of a thousand suns his body turned power white in an instant, his form the only black spot in the brightness. Those without the force would be blinded, and if they were not quick thinking those who had the force would as well. Trusting Hevn to react quickly he shouted to Kali.
Let the force guide your hand and your EYES!
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Post by Bedrovelse Hevn on Sept 25, 2015 4:13:48 GMT -8
Hevn's attention turned toward Solomon as Kali dispatched her aggressors. A blast tore into the lobby that was followed with a rain of blaster fire. The final squad had arrived. Solomon stood against their assault with foolish bravery. The kind that meant much like Bedrovelse would do, he was using a gambit. Hevn reaches out with his mind to Kali, a secondary prompting to protect herself in addition to Xeonon's shout.
Close your eyes.
Half of the Reapers in the breach fell to their knees in cries of anguish as the force seared their keen feline eyes.
Taste their pain.
The suffering Solomon imparted upon the Togorians swept out in waves through the dark side. Blood in the water. Time for the sharks.
Hevn shuts his lids. Through the force he saw beyond the physical realm. It was the way of the Mirakula.
Darth Vulcan was one such Mirakula that in his days as an apprentice he trained with often. His sight became clear enough to perceive attacks preparing in the force. Auras that surrounded each being, alive or dead.
End their suffering.
The wailing souls of the dead were scattered and whining in despair and angst as they passed on. The freshly slaughtered first and second Reapers squads. The brazen beat of hearts and throbs of pain swept out from the Togorians blinded. Hevn raises his lanvarok and wrist blaster. Bolts of red scream alongside the hiss of flying blades. Only a few of the blinded were dead though. Two large metal orbs came pounding over the corpses of the three Togorians Hevn had killed. Their souls clawed and screamed at their bodies as they moved on. The orbs sprung into life as turrets. The barrels rolled one after the other as a storm of bolts came toward Hevn.
Hevn hurls his lightsaber into the chaos dodging to his right. The roaring white blade circles slamming bolts back in a spray before slashing them both down in two abrupt explosions. He calls the blade back to him with the raise of his hand.
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Post by Kali Helaine on Sept 25, 2015 5:39:31 GMT -8
Kali was becoming aware that she was becoming able to distinguish between the sources of power. Having only been around Hevn since her arrival, it was not something that had ever occurred to her, to be able to distinguish the signature of a force sensitive. With the arrival of Floyd she was able to feel the difference. It was only now with the summoning of great power that she had felt that difference and knew that it was Floyd and not Hevn.
Floyds instruction to Kali though verbally clear she still felt confused, she turned her head toward him about to question its meaning when she Hevns word entered her mind. Her head turned rapidly toward Hevn out of shock and surprise, she was stunned. It was not something she recalled ever experiencing before. She did as he instructed though she was still in the dark as to what was happening. She would seek answers later.
The cries of pain were loud and reminiscent of those she had heard when Hevn had cast his spell on the Muun soldiers earlier. In the confined space it was intensified that much more making it almost deafening. Again Hevn connects his mind with hers.
She clears her mind and opens it to all that is happening around her, stopping her reliance upon sound and smell, but more, much much more. Almost instantly she begins to feel it, not in the literal sense but in a way that for Kali was beyond words. It was as if it were energising her, there release of their pain was releasing an energy that she were able to absorb into herself.
She tried to do as Floyd had said, let the force guide her and her eyes but it was not easy. It came to her in fragments with some lasting more than others and what she was getting did not make sense…to her.
It was nothing more than movement in colours and caused her great confusion. She tried moving by sliding her feet before her in order to try and feel obstacles in her way and there were many. She released the rifle from her grip knowing that it would not be helpful to her now for she could not be sure that if she were to fire it, she would not be hitting Hevn or Floyd so instead, she took hold of her shoto and with her arms outstretched for both balance and the sense of touch, she continued edging forward.
The more flashes she got, the more they made sense however the frequency or length did not increase, but it did mean that when they did come, she was able to determine what lay before her.
She slid her foot forward after negotiating her way around a dead Togorian when she felt a hand grasp at her foot, resisting the urge to open her eyes she drove her shoto down toward the grip, the first strike hit the floor but the second hit flesh. She felt the hand grip harder before slowly easing its grip until the hand left her entirely.
Another fragment appeared and with her head tipped forward she saw the bright mix of orange and red colour beside her feet fade slowly before vanishing completely like a suffocated flame.
This was repeated for much longer than she had hoped, she would keep her eyes closed until told she otherwise.
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Post by Alkor Centaris on Oct 2, 2015 21:39:43 GMT -8
[For the sake of expedience, I will continue to the end in the other thread with Faust and skip ahead a bit to join the group here.]
A million souls screamed.
Darkness howled in the wicked wind as a multitude of gifted individuals tapped the Force in one place. Lives ended and began with a single breath. As Alkor limped toward the convergence, his eyes grew narrow. Some skilled, some fledgling, all here for the same reason.
"One day, my apprentice, you will see the world through eyes like mine. Dead. Gone will be the exuberance of youth, and the bleary eyed notions of attachment. When you look at a man through those eyes, you will see what he desperately seeks to hide."
"Why would I want that?"
"You will not."
Among the most harsh of the Dead Man's teachings were those of acceptance. Acension beyond the narrow, finite realm of humanity, and into something far more elemental. Many Jen'jidai of the old way taught the seeking of knowledge as merely an art. Refined, honed, mastered. C'thulu had been far more enigmatic.
All of the former Jen'jidai once walked on the path of the Sith. Alkor saw shades of gray in that fact; perhaps that unstable reality inevitably created the rift that destroyed them. Powerful men eventually sought to cement that power, so as never to lose it. In that way, so many lost themselves.
C'thulu understood the frail nature of his humanity, and so, he underwent the most profane and ancient of Sith rituals. In exchange for his youth and his body, his spirit transcended the mortal coil and became that power. He refused to teach Alkor such things, but he often used his experience as a teaching tool.
And Alkor did see the world through dulled eyes.
His gait shifted as he swayed side to side, each slow step steadied by supreme effort. Strands of tattered flesh hung limp from his hand, and Alkor tossed an object to the ground. The buc'ye, a head still within, clattered to the floor and belched a river of blood.
"I have felt this before..." he murmured, violet gaze halting on the one man he knew.
Droids and men continued to surge through the hall and into the room from behind Alkor, sweeping past him as though he were not there. His eyes remained frozen eternally on Bedrovelse. Around the men, the rest of the world was nothing. Bodies swept by in slow motion as his expression turned from flat to unamused. "Insects should know their place," he said, barely above a whisper.
The world erupted with frigid air, and droids ceased to move. Bolts became heavy beneath the Force induced burden, and joints folded. Togorians writhed in agony beneath the immense pressure that bore down on them, flesh peeling back as Alkor focused on a single command.
Kneel.
Howls of rage mixed with terror broke out as demi-humans clawed at their faces in desperate attempt to override the simple, yet sinister telepathy. In the midst of their suffering, in this nexus of evil, Alkor had soared to new heights of rage.
"Hevn."
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Post by Bedrovelse Hevn on Oct 3, 2015 5:35:44 GMT -8
Through the Sight of the Force he felt Solomon's light begin to die, and from within the heart of the blinding came a soul dark as night. A throbbing black, pulsing red storm cloud that thumped with the faintest beating heart. One so still it could be mistaken for nothing at all, unless you had the talent to look for it. Only one man could crawl through the eternal abyss as well as Hevn. The droids and Togorians alike crumble beneath his sudden wrath. The hiss of his name was answered with the whirl of his white blade. Through the counter top he cut several times before his boot follows to kick it aside. With the jerk of his arm the bodies and debris lying before him are hurled into an unoccupied wall. Hevn had cleaned a path for his guest.
Hevn's face is battered from combat. The metal reinforcing his decrepit body shining beneath frayed bloody skin. Hevn points the mouth of the krayt toward Alkor's chest. The crackling white blade of the lightsaber responding to Alkor's call. Hevn replies with a breath of winter's chill.
"Alkor."
Temper your rage. It will sharpen your steel. Harden your mind. Hevn focused on the fury that rose within him. The disgust and anger that crawled in his heart. Quelling it was a task. It made his soul chill over to let that fire go. Empty and exposed. Control needed to prevail. Wariness of a warrior like Alkor was a necessity, not a choice.
Judging by Alkor's tattered robes Green and Red had given him hell and then some. The man's rage was at the tipping point from riding that high all this way to see him face to face. The planet's defense forces were smashed beneath his fury. He was here alone.
"These filthy snakes deny my right to the Order's heirlooms, and you slither out from among them? I make them weep, bleed, crawl, and suffer. Just like I did when the final back breaking strike came down from above us and they did nothing!"
The spawn of Reign and Plaga, masters each to Hevn and Alkor, smote the Jen'jidai with one merciless attack at William's funeral. The devastation was catastrophic. The dishonor enormous. The scar eternal. Rallying the dark jedi was useless. They had all forsaken Hevn. With the Empire's resources he hunted the traitors. Offering repentance or demise. There were few left to cull from the past and this one stood among them. Alkor had been lost to Hevn since the Civil War. There was no way to know in what role Alkor played or with whom he sided. It came as a shock that that he stood here at all after so long, and so much agony to endure.
Hatred was more refined. It was a taste Hevn most enjoyed on his pallet. Something such as loathing was so sweet on the tongue, and sharpening of the eye. How they had not crossed before now made Bedrovelse sickly bitter. Hevn wanted to twist his neck and watch the tar black of his blood bubble out like a fountain. What insolence to stand before the apprentice of the Sage! Judgment would be cast and retribution decided.
"I have scoured the galaxy for the Dark Jedi. Offered the choice of rebirth, or execution for desertion. The Blood Oath."
With a sigh Hevn slides his left foot back, shifting his blade into a horizontal guard. Through grit teeth he lets the dark side fill his veins like a poison. Seizing every muscle, constricting the veins, and making his heart race. Hatred possesses him. Drives every through except for Alkor from his mind. Through his Sight he views the once fellow Dark Jedi.
"Yield, or die a coward and a traitor."
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Post by Alkor Centaris on Oct 3, 2015 12:01:09 GMT -8
It was a quiet storm, and a lonely one.
Two men surrounded by others, yet utterly desensitized to all of them, stared implacably at one another. Hevn held his weapon aloft and bid Alkor stand down. The Corellian tilted his head and heard the words, but the emptiness had claimed him. In the desolation of his former life, only fleeting emotions cascaded in to validate him, and even those were distant and uncomforting. Hevn's words were wind, but oh, what a cold wind they were.
In another life, Alkor might have cherished the fruitless drivel of a brother simply for the wholeness it offered. Now Hevn came for coffers, and he had the audacity to call Alkor traitor. Bloody red blazed to life in the skeletal grip of Centaris' left hand, clenched tightly enough to illicit the sound of crackling bone.
"You came with infants to claim the leavings of broken titans."
Where Hevn was refined hatred, Alkor was erratic rage. Both stood in contrast to the power they exuded, calm in the face of the abyss. He felt Hevn there, in the distance, a once bright star gone supernova. Their galaxy had always been a small, impressionable thing, but the Dark Jedi taught them to be more than common men.
"You invoke the oath to gain material things, Jen'jidai? Vast wealth is dust. What power we have is as ashes in our mouths."
The blade spun expertly in his hand, emanating an unholy radiance that bathed Alkor in malice. His mess of hair, the ruined robes, bloodied and exposed flesh- Alkor was hardly a being of magnificence or beauty. What Alkor was, was a beast. And the beast cared nothing for honeyed words, threat or promise.
"Come, kill me. Show me the limit of your tenacity."
Evil spewed from Alkor's heart and into his every breath. Darkness tore from his soul and reviled the cosmic power that now coursed through his veins. Droids around him looked amongst each other in question, and Togorians recognized the power of his master's legacy.
A legacy of ruin.
Alkor held his blade low, dipping close to the floor and out to his side. The stench of burnt carpet bled together with superheated o-zone and the fetid aroma of death.
"Do you think you are the only one, Bedrovelse, who has strived to uphold the sanctity of that oath? How blind the years have made you."
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Xeonon Solomon
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Oct 3, 2015 14:49:41 GMT -8
Indeed his light was going out. In a sudden move the light extinguished itself and all was as it was, or maybe a little more dull if ones eyes had yet to adjust. Which they wouldn't have yet. His jacket was gone, the blaster shots totally burning through it as was much of his shirt. His heart was racing and irregular and breathing shallow. Slumping down along the pillar he struggled to breath sweat raced down his body.
His body burned both inside and out. Changing ones cells so they could absorb such vast amounts of energy was always dangerous, but expanding it and shaping it so it came out was downright suicidal. Shrugging off his shirt to cool down he became aware of the sudden silence. The screaming felines were no longer meowing. Slumping his head he looked at Alkor with a thousand yard stare, not really seeing him just knowing that somehow the silence and mass death came from that point. Fuck off. He could deal with overwhelming numbers, but a power like that was a heavy hitter. It was something dangerous. Something that would one day love you and the other strike you. Thank goodness right now he seemed to be in a talking mood.
Although his body was still weak he forced himself up. His heart had steadied out and his breathing more regular if a little deeper than usual. His body covered in a cool sweat and crisscrossed with irregular scars. In his left hand was his unlighted lightsaber.
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Post by Kali Helaine on Oct 4, 2015 2:00:19 GMT -8
As with the sporadic aiding of force sight came something that told her that now it was safe to open her eyes. Slowly and warily she began to open them, slowly her eyelids lifted and at first, her field of vision was a slight blur before quickly clearing revealing the true extent of damage Floyds will had caused.
Kali’s gaze found Hevn and she began to make her way toward him. Her steps faltered and she became rooted to the spot and her body froze. Her head turned and her eyes focused in one direction searching.
Echoing through her once more was that signature that she had felt upon the ship and once again in the control room. It was much stronger now and she knew he was close; she stepped closer to Hevn before stopping about 6 foot behind him and to his left.
As the Togorians began to fall she drew her blades, it was nothing more than reactionary to being unable to understand what was happening around her, her eyes scanned the room watching with an open mouth in both awe and shock as she watched their desperate actions. She shifted on her feet as her eyes darted between Hevn and the direction of the signature she had felt.
As he came into view she said nothing while her eyes traced him from head to foot.
As he spoke Hevns name her brow furrowed in confusion, she looked toward Hevn looking for a reaction that she knew she would not see.
She could feel the rage emanating from them both in waves causing her to take a step back. She felt like in an intruder witnessing something she should not be witnessing.
Kali stood there feeling awkward and unsure of what to do, the hatred they felt for each other was as clear as if they had been screaming it aloud. This was the man she had been watching on the screen upstairs and she had to wonder, had Hevn known then of his identity? She remembered the little he had told her of the order and surmised this man, Alkor, had been one of those who had betrayed him. Though she would not act upon it, she felt anger rise in her for this mans betrayal of her Master.
With Hevns blade activated Kali took several steps back, her eyes studied Alkor still, his insult of referring to her and the others as infants slid off her shoulders for they were nothing more than words, words intended to insult, to wound and to anger, but, to Kali, they were nothing more than words, besides, in his eyes she would be an infant in many a sense for she was young and knew so little of their ways. For her that journey was just beginning and he was nothing more than an encumbrance in that journey. She drew no assumptions over who would be the victor, over who wielded the most strength or power, assumptions were dangerous and a fruitless exercise.
Her eyes found Floyds again as spat his instruction at Alkor before flitting back to see Alkors reaction to them, though, she pondered, that if he were anything like Hevn, she was unsure if he would even register them being spoken.
It was now that she wished Alpha were here for he would surely be able to answer her many questions about this man and the order. Her fingers found her bright purple hair as if they were a comb and brushed her back over her head from her face and tucked the falling tendrils behind her ears as she glanced briefly at Floyd. She remained then in that spot, watching the former brothers feeling powerless.
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Post by Bedrovelse Hevn on Oct 4, 2015 4:53:43 GMT -8
Bedrovelse was a prideful creature, and Alkor had laid into him with a Mandalorian Ripper. It was ever prevalent to be careful of Alkor. Gazing upon him now, Alkor reflected C'thulu more than Hevn could of Reign. Ever a resourceful and brutal fighter, Alkor had spent far more time training under the Dead One than could perhaps be said of any other Jen'jidai. Plaga passing on changed Alkor. An emptiness from him was being harnessed to swallow anger of immense gravity. The last remaining second generation standing face to face, at odds. Brothers once, but could they be so again?
Hevn listens closely to Alkor's words. A silence interrupted only by Solomon's response. A sentiment that Hevn truly shared. At the final cross roads of their victory they were met with a foe of the nastiest makes. He lets his sight in the force fall. His loathing came with a sneer and a glare of deadly magnitude. To allow anything beyond that to afflict him he would not allow. Hevn knew he bore his hatred not for any mere dog, but the most savage of lions in the jungle. If such a monster would not mount an offensive, it was better to master its mind than conquer its might. Hevn's mechanical gait rises, and blade shifts into diagonal guard from right to left. The white light hisses and growls with the power of the dark side and its krayt dragon pearl. Bedrovelse takes a firm stride in the direction of Alkor.
"Material things?"
The question came with the faintest sound of wounding. An insult from Alkor far more grave than his first.
"If you would call your master's darkest knowledge, and a chance at finding Reign's holocron, material. It is clear who is blind."
The venom dripped from every word as finally the dark side made his heart slam. It roars in him and crept over his body as the burn of a sun erupts in his chest.
"I return to Muunilinst to find foragers crawling through the Villa. The Banking Clan seizing everything! I was refused access to my vaults! I will leave a scar in their memories that will last an eternity. Thieves are punished."
Hevn's anger vents in a gut driven roar of frustration. His aura swells as the emotions peak. Control was shaking loose and needed to be reigned in. Hevn squeezes the neck of the dragon ever tighter. Pushing his anger down. Letting his veins throb with the ice filling them.
"If you share in the vision of a future for the Dark Jedi, then I beseech you brother. Yield. I would see you choose a better death. I do not wish to spill your blood on the soil that poisoned our Order's minds. Spit the ashes from your mouth so we may rise again."
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Post by Alkor Centaris on Oct 4, 2015 17:56:39 GMT -8
Alkor watched Hevn as he spoke, but his eyes did not move. The last living man he called brother implored him to yield, to allow him the knowledge he sought. His breath slowed to a halt, and Alkor stared up toward the ceiling.
"My master's knowledge dies with me, Bedrovelse. That was my decision. If there is a holocron, I would have it destroyed."
There was nothing to be gained from the teachings of C'thulu Plaga. The xenophobia of their dead order and the poisoned arts of the ancient Sith served only to perpetuate the destructive infighting that tore their kind apart in the first place. Alkor embodied all of his teacher's wisdom, both in his failures and his great accomplishments, and if he ever took a student, they alone would gain those secrets.
If.
If the Jen'jidai were ever to rise again, it would not be on the wings of Plaga's wisdom, or Eversio's guile. The last wish of a great man had driven Hevn to this place. That was all Alkor could guess. "If you seek William Reign's legacy in this place, I wish you well. As his chosen son, you alone are deserving of that font of knowledge."
Alkor turned his gaze now to those who accompanied Hevn. "You alone. This... rabble will wait for you here. They have proven nothing, and they will bleed for understanding as we did before them."
His blade faded from view as he gestured for Hevn to pass. "May the Force serve you, and set you free, Jen'jidai."
His voice bled through the corridor and shook the walls.
"LET IT BE KNOWN," he roared, "THIS MAN IS BEDROVELSE HEVN, HEIR TO WILLIAM REIGN'S LEGACY, AND DARK JEDI MASTER." Togorians stared in awe as their faces continued to bleed, and they bowed themselves low. Droids fell into a disciplined salute and dropped into ranks, forming a line toward the vault. Their programming remembered well the Jen'jidai. "IF ANY MAN OR MACHINE SEEKS TO IMPEDE HIS PURSUIT OF KNOWLEDGE, THEY WILL NOT LEAVE THIS VAULT."
His voice fell almost to a whisper, and he sighed. "If anyone else seeks to enter, mow them down."
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Post by Bedrovelse Hevn on Oct 4, 2015 19:23:52 GMT -8
Stubborn, but for good reason. Plaga's secrets were regarded as highest of all. The Dead One had achieved immortality. All of it came at a price. A toll that had visibly been taken on Alkor and his skeletal arm. Bedrovelse had already mastered the reach of undeath he desired. C'thulu was as a god, and Bedrovelse but a gifted priest forged by the very dark arts he wields. His desire was in C'thulu's alchemy. The Jen'jidai wore gauntlets crafted with a careful procedure allowing them to harness energy powers in the dark side of the force. Lightning that spilled from the fingertips and made those he loathed writhe with intense suffering. Force blasts that could split beskar, phrik, and cortosis with the concentration of hate and anger. Abilities lost to Hevn when he was given reinforced prosthetic spinal column, arms, and legs. If Hevn could acquire an examination of the gauntlet or some record of the spells and crafts used then he could grant himself greater knowledge and access to greater heights as a Sage.
The white blade of his lightsaber retreats behind the jaws of the krayt dragon. Hevn's long strides carry him toward Alkor. Hard frigid gaze locked on the twist of darkness swirling in the Jen'jidai's eyes. Behind Alkor was the access to the high security vaults. A turbo lift that went down into the basement where the mass driver, and the private vaults of the Jen'jidai were located. Hevn channels a connection in the force to Alkor. He projects the intent of knowledge desired, to create an understanding rather than forming words to express it. Asking permission of the keeper of the Dead One's arts to attain this desire. Voicing the nature of such power in the likes of company was far too dangerous.
Hevn speaks cooly and calmly to the imperious and commanding presence that Alkor presented as he approaches.
"They have proven enough to me that I called upon their specific company."
As Hevn reaches Alkor he keeps a short distance, gesturing to each Kali and Solomon with the hilt of his lightsaber.
"Floyd is owed what I have promised. The girl is Kali, and will be my apprentice. They will come."
There was no need to demand an apology. Alkor wielded his authority with the same weight Hevn did. The body count in the room was enormous. Both Solomon and Kali contributed to that effort. Hevn understood this, and hoped that his word would vouch for their passing.
"They are allies. As I hope you will choose to be."
Hevn activates the lift, calling it from the bottom to the top. There were many flights between the basement and their floor. Hevn turns to Alkor once more.
"The credits are for the soldiers. The slaves and slaughter for the cult of Kad. The strongboxes outside the specific property of the Dark Jedi Order go to Thursby. I have come to procure the means to build anew. To clear the Vision and reform it. The property of your master is your own to decide upon."
The door of the turbolift opens. Treasure alas for the hard work they had put it. The spoils of victory below. Hevn keeps the same cool tone.
"Hard to say what defense is waiting for us down there if any fled to the bottom. Like it or not brother, we are all in this together. Shed your judgments. Let them display their worth. They have bled same as us today. I will not have them denied the final stage."
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Post by Alkor Centaris on Oct 4, 2015 20:12:49 GMT -8
"I respect your discretion, brother," Alkor responded calmly as Hevn approached. Alkor stared hard past the taller, deathly man toward his allies. "But I am loathe to allow them within reach of any of your master's secrets, let alone Plaga's."
Hevn designated the woman who was apprenticed to him, and Alkor's eyes locked on her. His deadpan gaze tore through her and looked beyond. He weighed her for a moment in his mind, then glanced away. Corellian, he mused. Alkor, like his master before him, refused to allow his own prejudices to impede the workings of the Jen'jidai.
"Give and take what you will," Alkor waved his hand. "Gems and coin are insignificant." Hevn's request gained a moment of consideration before Alkor acknowledged it with a faint nod.
The Togorians watched in confusion as the two men hashed out their dealings. Alkor motioned to them that Hevn's request should be acquiesced to. "Dismissed," he told them. "Let the Muuns know that the Dark Jedi have come for what is ours. If they wish to dispute our claim, I will gladly see to them personally."
Alkor looked at the man garbed in the vestments of an Imperial Knight. "And what of this one?" Alkor folded his arms, the blackened corpse arm overtop of flesh. "What does he seek?"
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Post by Kali Helaine on Oct 5, 2015 1:21:52 GMT -8
She was fixated upon the former brothers in arms; the tension between the two was palpable. She could feel the anger in Hevn building, the more he spoke the more he appeared to anger. Inwardly she felt anxious yet it was not outwardly obvious. She studied the both men and wondered inwardly who would be the victor if they were to duel? Neither appeared to want to fight, whether this was down to their relationships or the understanding of the others ability she did not know.
Selfishly there was a fear deep inside Kali, if they were to fight and Hevn were to lose, what would happen to her? She knew the answer and could see no way out, Alkor would kill her, she knew she would die as she could not stand and win against Alkor, she could sense his power. Floyd did not know her and had no reason to offer his aid, she would either be alone or she would be dead and given the choice between the two, she would rather die….but she would do her upmost to take him with her at least.
She watched Alkor closely as he began to speak and studied his words, she knew that there was often more to hear than those spoken out loud, you just needed to listen closely and read between the lines.
As his gaze passed over her before moving on to the others, the expression on Kali’s face changed from expressionless to one of sheer determination and defiance. He was trying to insist that Hevn continue alone and she did not trust the reasons behind his decision.
She stepped forward to challenge this instruction however, there was no need for it for Hevn did this himself.
As Hevn referred to her she stepped forward and stood to his left, she looked upon Alkor defiantly and would refuse to look away. Unless Hevn, by his own choosing, instructed Kali to remain behind, then she would accompany him whether Alkor wished it or not.
She was not here to plunder for personal gain as he suggested, she was here to aid Hevn in taking back what was his.
She felt his eyes upon her and felt his judgement and could hold her tongue no longer. She looked upon him with a sneer yet maintained control over her anger.
Make no judgements of me as you do not know me. I do not come here for material nor financial gain; such things are of no interest to me. I am here to accompany and to aid my Master and to learn.
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Xeonon Solomon
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Oct 5, 2015 4:56:07 GMT -8
Pride swelled in Xeonons chest as he was pointed towards. Even if it was pride in the fact that he was only receiving trinkets from dead men. It was apparent how different these two were brought up, one was willing to ask for help and the other seemed to do everything on his own. Yet the similarities were there as well.
Finally looking at the man his warrior upbringing was apparent to him. Not even five minutes ago they had been wearing much the same outfit. Shell spider silk and Norris root. Of course his clothing had taken a beating getting here but it was still obvious to those that wore it. Staring at the man smaller man trying to pierce through his purple eyes Xeonon scowled.
Weren't you listening? Strongboxes are in my future, should we get out of here. After this credits will be all but worthless, material wealth and barter are going to be the economy for a while I would think. Maybe a couple state secrets people have squirreled away over the past five hundred years. You would be surprised what people will think is safe in a bank.
Following Kalis idea he stepped forward and stood on to Hevns right. He looked over at her with his eye brow raised. She had gall to talk to a man like that considering the show he just put on. Considering he had just gotten past both Blue and Green teams. Considering a minute ago he was going to kill them all.
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Post by Alkor Centaris on Oct 5, 2015 14:59:39 GMT -8
Alkor's gaze hardened on the man as he spoke. Hevn would have understood the inferrence, certainly, so there was no need to correct it. Coffers could be emptied just as easily by one man than by several; it was plain that the man, a Force sensitive intended to enter the vault of the Jen'jidai. He could not simply seek baubles.
He was much slower to regard the woman.
The disgust and hatred still churning in his gullet screamed for satisfaction as he strode past Hevn's chosen apprentice without a word and clipped the lightsaber to his belt once more. Darkness ebbed from his veins and heat returned to his flesh, icy only seconds earlier. His ruined clothes still hung from him as he swayed forward again.
With a screeching grind, the turbolift shut them in and began its creeping descent. The vaults of Harnaidan were renown throughout the galaxy for their vast wealth and trove of secrets. Beyond the transparisteel, all that and more taunted the group with a splendor unparalleled anywhere else in the galaxy. Alkor watched with a bland expression, impatient to be far from such excess.
As the doors began to open, his eyes slid shut. "What you seek," Alkor turned to Hevn and matched his gaze. "I brought it here from Zonoma Sekot seven years past. My master intended the retrieval as a lesson. I did not understand at the time. I believed Sekot to be the trial. I was wrong."
He turned away from the other Jen'jidai without elaborating. Hevn would learn in due time exactly what Alkor meant. A single step from the lift was answered by the arming of hundreds of blasters. "By order of the Intergalactic Banking Clan," a mechanized voice boomed, "stand down. You are under arrest."
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Post by Bedrovelse Hevn on Oct 5, 2015 16:39:53 GMT -8
Hevn regarded Alkor too highly to remove his eyes from the man as Kali and Solomon took his flanks. As expected they could and would speak for themselves. Relief came at last from the building tension as Alkor gave way for them all to enter the lift. Though Hevn's hard gaze does not break, ever careful of his comrade's churning cloud of darkness, he wonders what reason finally gave him to fold.
Standing in the lift next to Alkor, he listens to the words spoken without reply. Digesting them slowly as his force sense began to alert him to the pound of many hearts beneath their feet.
Reign's trials had often been more psychological than physical to be certain, but Alkor's confession was an impressive one. A test designed to withstand time and circumstance all come to surface now. Alkor confirmed what he most desired lie within the Banking Clan vaults. Soon he would paint it with the blood of his enemies, and make it a tomb.
Before the doors open, Hevn pushes the boiling dark side energies roiling within him through his skin.
Hevn focuses hard on the image of William Reign. Casting the visage of the Sage over his own skin through the force. The projection made his skin feel as if bees were crawling over it. His mind concentrated on the illusion casting.
Hevn strides imperiously from the lift, and the security forces hold their fire. The droids are fooled by Reign's signatures showing up in the scan while the man would be dead. A brief ploy to give his allies time to attack from behind him. All eyes focused on the phantom standing before them, Hevn reaches to his back for his saberstaff. The veil falls, revealing Bedrovelse standing with the two long blue blades hissing to life. Hevn charges into the front line with a spin. Sparks and shouts of pain boom out from in front of him as the whirl of his blades dismember droid and man alike.
The fire from before fueled him more than ever now. As he slipped from the illusion he could feel his anger swell again. The last of the traitors standing here before him to meet their end. A heat gripped his body and inferno swirled from his heart. Hevn throws himself into the depths of his seething venomous hatred. A consuming force focusing his mind on the task of slaying. Force Rage began to grip him, and Bedrovelse gives himself to it.
Soldiers and droids alike evade him to the right and left, turning to fire upon his back. With the Rage in him, each burning bolt that found his armor burned a spot against it, and those that found a way into his skin did so without pain distracting him. Only fueling him. Making him cut faster, and harder through the horde before him. His body twists into a tornado of blue light and furious attacks. The soldiers close around him, a large force raising their blasters and rushing the lift.
Hevn's right hand reaches for his dragon hilt. Fingers wrapping around the neck, his thumb activates the switch. His white blade roars to life, swinging at all in reach as the saber staff turns in angry chops down around his left. The shriek of his blades cutting was accompanied by the sparks of the droids and screams of dying Muun soldiers.
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Post by Alkor Centaris on Oct 5, 2015 20:57:06 GMT -8
Hevn burst forth like an animal uncaged, the ferocity of his power a guttural roar in the force. Chaos tore through the amassed sentinels as the beast assailed them relentlessly. A hail of blasterfire rained against the Jen'jidai, but served only to validate the old mantra. Pain is fuel for power. All eyes seemed to be on Bedrovelse as he cut a swath through the line, and Alkor snorted his indignation. "Save some for me," he hissed as crimson erupted to life in his grasp.
The blood colored blade burned the world as he tapped the dormant violence that swirled like a maelstrom within him. His body shivered as a haze of monstrous power resonated from his soul and gripped his body, willed to action by an overwhelming, ancient hatred. His flesh hemorrhaged warmth as it was stolen by the blood in his very veins, set to boil by a mastery of the darkness.
In an instant, he was on them. His blade dug deep and split the first man in twain without warning. Two disproportionate halves of man, face frozen in horror, stood perfectly still for a brief moment before falling to the floor. Already forgotten, the first victim stared lifeless toward the limitless cache that stretched toward heaven.
Alkor moved without grace, a savagery that belied the nature of his killing art. Each stroke looked erratic, each movement feral and brutal. His face was a mask of contempt as he drank in the wretched stench of decay. It was familiar to him; from his own youth to his master, to the life he dedicated himself to when his oaths were sworn. In the Force, Alkor was a black hole, sucking in life and offering nothing in return.
Their panic tempered his rage. Their pathetic notions of resistance fed it. His hatred for their weakness sealed their fate. These impudent creatures dared to deny he and his last kinsmen their birthright, from the moment they were baptized in darkness. It was only the natural order that their lives come to an end.
With the combined strength of Alkor and Hevn, the line broke at last. As they were routed, men scattered in attempts to regroup, to flee, and the boldest of them attempted to fight on.
One after another, blaster bolts flew astray and useless firearms clattered in pieces to the floor. Limbs quickly joined, both robotic and organic, and the sounds of battle shifted into a chorus of anguish. The galaxy cried out as the death toll rose.
Hevn moved with supernatural rage, and Alkor was a stain of black and crimson.
So began the culling, at last.
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Post by Kali Helaine on Oct 6, 2015 2:07:16 GMT -8
She could feel Floyd looking at her and turned to him and shrugged. Kali had no understanding of his reaction. She had not been rude, she had been tactful in her wording while also taking a stand, and if he were to take offense to someone being direct in their thoughts then that was his problem and not hers.
Kali did not fear death, her fear was in the uncertainty, that did not mean she did not show caution but it did mean that she would always be forthright when she felt the need, without fear or self preservation. Did that mean she did not fear the man, No, she would have been foolish not to, the abilities he had shown already proved that he was a man to be feared, but fear would not make her crumple and be less of the person she was when in his company, nor did it mean she would respect him because of his power, respect was to be earned but she could tell by his demeanour that whether she respected him or not had not even crossed his mind.
She watched him closely as he strode past her and felt his hatred for her. She wondered it was about her that made him have such an intense disliking for her. Normally a person would have to have wronged you substantially to invoke such feelings, but other than accompany Hevn here, she had done nothing. In Kali’s mind his hatred for her was much stronger than it was for Floyd, though she did not trust her judgement fully as she was in pain and she was exhausted.
As they strode to the lift and entered, Kali removed the Bacta patches she had previously offered Floyd and removed them from their packaging and placing them on the wound of her shoulder. She grit her teeth as she pressed them firmly in place and leant against the wall of the turbo lift to rest momentarily before they reached the desired floor.
On the ride down she eyed the former brothers with curiosity and made a mental note to ask more of the story behind the order that had torn them apart. There had obviously been a time when they held respect for each other, there had to have been in order for such hostilities now, so what had happened between them that had ripped that apart. She would ask when the time was right but that did not mean that she would be given the answers.
With her eyes keenly observing them both, studying the unspoken words in their movements she gave a small grin as she watched Hevn transform before her. Gone was her newly appointed master and before her stood someone else. She wondered if she would ever get bored of seeing such magic’s while at the same time craving the power and knowledge of such things for herself.
Her only question was what was the purpose of the form he had taken? Who was it?
While the brothers began carving their way through the throng of droids, Kali too the lighter from the pocket of her trousers and stepped out of the lift, being sure to remain behind the men in order to secure cover from harm. She knelt on the floor and with the help of one of the shoto from the small of her back she ripped her right trouser leg from the knee down, free and screwed it tightly in her hand, she could see another large group of droids making their way toward them and hurried. She lit the material in her hand and once the flame had taken hold she jumped onto a desk and stood beneath what appeared to be a smoke detector. She held the burning material below it until it the system kicked in and the room engulfed in a shower of water. She wedged the material in place and jumped to the floor.
The impact of the small jump jolted her damaged shoulder causing her to grunt in pain, but she drew upon the pain and channelled it as strongly as she was able…
While surging forward with her shoto, she began to carve her way through the oncoming forces. She sliced her way through many while taking her own damage. If she had not been wearing her armour she would have been dead for on her torso alone we several scorch marks from blaster fire.
To her right she saw a large cable casing trailing from the ceiling behind a shelving unit. She ran over to it and jumped upon the desk beside it, she kicked with all her might knocking the large unit down to the floor on top of a couple of droids. She called to Hevn through the force.
Get yourself and the others off the ground quick or you will fry!
She cracked the casing that covered the electrics and tore it from the wall, wiped the water from her eyes and pulled the cable free from the junction box exposing the bare wires; she gave a sharp pull to lengthen the cable and dropped it to the water covered floor…
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Post by Bedrovelse Hevn on Oct 6, 2015 11:35:13 GMT -8
Hevn could sense Alkor very near behind him. Their kind of pain and anger transitioned them into the art of death willingly. A tribal dance performed by the Jen'jidai that extinguished life, and brought peace and balance when completed. Each object that met the path of his blades crumpled and withered. The smell of their souls exiting this life filled the air like smoke. Hevn drinks it in. The Rage propelled him onward. A fire in his bones and mind thrusting his weapons out to kill. It built in his chest and escaped from his mouth in a feral scream. The Roar of the dragon through a wave of men before him to the ground as water rained down around his war path.
Kali's voice touched his mind warning him, and the world began to slow. The thump of his heart filled his ears as movement became as though underwater. Thought so far ahead of the body that it all began to crawl for just a second.
Hevn tries to reach to both Alkor and Xeonon to project the threat of Kali's plan. Instead of forming words in the force he sends out a shock wave of immediate danger. Water and electricity a warning to them both.
As the wire touches he hurls his body forward, pouncing like a tiger in full sprint. He twists his body, turning through the air like a torpedo while his lightsabers twist in front of him like propellers. Heat rakes his hands as the searing remains of his enemies brush against them. Droids groan as the energy rushing through their bodies overloads them. Soldiers touching the floor shout and topple to the floor writhing in seizure. More than just a few guards had protection from such attacks though, their boots insulated to defend against electrical discharge.
The force carries Hevn through the air. As his body tucks and flips to stay airborne a moment longer his eye catches the hurricane of red energy following his progress. A grin splits his lips as he impales a few of the surviving guards. A shock had taken the survivors for a moment, allowing another swipe to pass through another pair. Over a hundred men had been exterminated in moments. Like a sigh lost in an ocean gale, they vanished in a moment never to be heard again. Turning his head back he saw he had reached the end of enemy lines. A number of soldiers remained standing between himself and Alkor, and a greater number between Alkor and Solomon and Kali.
The burn of the dragon fades. The high of death helped him concentrate. Each sentient silenced forever helped fuel the trance that was as if swimming through reality. A terrible exhaustion grips his humanity that he drives his mind against in great struggle. His tank had been emptied. Hevn had to push his mind beyond the distraction of the mortal coil. Giving his senses over to the force. The mechanical side of him fought through the tire his human remains resisted performing through.
Hevn's eyes track the blaster bolts flying at him and intercept with the methodical dance of his lightsabers in front of him. He could concentrate enough to deflect them, but not return them. Their fear made them slow and sloppy. His skin howls and plates of dermal armor scorch with the heat of blaster burns. Pain slashes his body like tiger stripes. Each weeping blood or a bloody red burn over his steely body. Hevn uses the pain to sharpen his instincts. The fierce sting of it making each defensive swipe faster, each strafe and evasive step a little quicker. Hevn once more calls the dark side. The price of Rage was that it came more slowly now. At least until his will recovered from the emptying of his darkness in such a visceral display of slaughter.
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Xeonon Solomon
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Oct 7, 2015 4:45:54 GMT -8
It was always nice to be proven right and he couldn't help but snort in laughter when Kali put the bacta on her shoulder. Not at her pain, nor even at using them. No he just remembered his words earlier. He had a feeling that she did as well.
Having jumped out moments before Kali had ripped the wires from the lift he had, had an inkling of her plan. It was inspired that was for sure but if it would work only time would tell. Deflecting a bolt with his lightsaber he stepped up off the ground and onto a small wooden table. Why there was a wooden table here of all places confounded him. It was probably ten times as expensive as a duraplast or durasteel table, but it seems the banking clan did not care much about spending their money.
Watching as the droids fried and stopped firing, he jumped onto the closest one lightly. Bounding from one to the next he swung his silver blade making taking out stragglers while making his way to a knot of meatbags that had survived the electrical discharge. They watched as he approached and began to fire but their bolts never made it within three feet of him. With his cybernetic hand outstretched Xeonon had created a barrier that caused the bolts to stop. Still this did not stop them, in fact their firing increased. Just when he could hold it no more he jumped off the final droid into their midst. Cutting off one of their knees as he rose reaching up with his right arm Xeonon grabbed one by the neck and threw him further into the crowd.
Movement and fear were life. Right now with a sizable number of them dead fear was rife, now he just needed to keep moving and keep at least one body between him and the majority of the blasters. He no longer had the protection of armour save for his forearms and those every shot he took would be serious. Flexing his palm on the back of a solider he could visibly hear as the repulsor broke the mans back. Not waiting for him to fall he ran to the next deflecting several blaster bolts in one move.
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