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[Monday]

Ardan Sakra
Location: Coruscant
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With a derisive snort at the innuendo, Ardan snatched the pouch of explosives and gave each of them a once-over. Oh, wonderful, another sort who's chronically incapable of seriousness. Unless this was his way of coping with fear. Still impractical, in her opinion. Like someone else she once- No. Better to nip that train of thought in the bud.

Despite her relief that the mercenary was allowing her to take the lead, she was concerned that out of all people a probable bounty hunter, and one familiar with Arkanians, at that, now had her description. He'd most certainly guessed that she wasn't a mere civilian, and if he'd seen her face, he'd seen her scar. It might keep the Republic and the Jedi from recognizing her, but the Sith had access to her current medical records... and of the two, she'd rather not take her chances with the Sith. But there was nothing stopping him from tipping off the first party to offer him credits...

Even so, she couldn't afford to worry about that now. First, I need to survive. She could plan her next move once the present situation was dealt with.

One glance at the armored behemoth drawing them into its trap made plain that these improvised devices weren't going to cut it as more than a brief distraction. And given that the isolated landing pad left them with no escape route... their only hope was to deal some damage. "No... these won't be enough." She scanned the remains of the shuttle. Once they touched down, the metal itself could just as easily be used against her as against that thing. But there had to be something here that she could use to augment the explosion...

Bracing herself against the seats, she inched carefully over to where she estimated the gas tank to be, then lay flat on her stomach and peered over the ragged edge of the floor. Yes, there it was- dented and dripping, but intact. If somehow, she could use the fuel inside... She chanced a look at the landing pad. Whatever she decided to do, it needed to be done quickly. Time was running out.

 

[Veiled Dream]

Darth Efferus
Location: Corseca System - Inner Rim Worlds
Post Title: 'Savage Virtues '
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Flowing through the infinite dark velvet sea that was the cosmos, thousands of stars - glowing gaseous spheres that belched and expelled solar winds that were sent adrift. Yet, lurking in the shadows of the twenty-one moons of Sental, was a massive vessel prowling. It was a heavily damaged battlecruiser. At twenty-two-hundred meters in length, it was a ship bristling in weapons. Fifty turbo lasers; twenty at the fore, fifteen at the starboard and port sides. It also had fifty heavy laser cannons with twenty at the fore, ten at the aft, ten at the starboard, and ten at the port sides. Additionally, it housed twenty-six lighter laser cannons and twenty heavy Ion cannons. All in all, it was a ship that was deserving of the name 'Interitus' meaning 'ruination' in Sith language. The vessel eased its way through the void casting its shadow across the moons of Sental while being enveloped in others. It crept silently and at an alarming pace - though it could easily have hyperjumped to the destination it was being guided to by the lone figure on the bridge, knelt down in black ceremonial robes.

This being reached out with his mind touching anything with a deceptive slyness that could go unnoticed except to those with raw power in Force, as he held. Though they wouldn't see him as a shade, a shadowy silhouette whose eyes were bright vermilion - a mixture of scarlet blood and molten gold - they could only perceive the grave threat he posed. Not just because of the colossal ship which he navigated from the unknown reaches of space, but the fact that his mere 'presence' was dark like the abyssal vacuum of space and it was poisonous to the Force. He had such malcontent, such malevolence that when he touched the minds of others, it was virulent like a plague. It bred a wide range of emotions from euphoric, to hysterical. He was a wound in the Force, a deep gouge that was festering with maggots writhing in the decaying edges of where the Force traced. As such, the closer he drew to Coruscant, the more the Jedi could feel his oppressive and burgeoning power. It was strong enough to even make Cruciatus give pause and look about...

As time passed by, the security forces rushed toward the dilapidated shuttle. They were trying in earnest to rescue those inside - except they didn't fully grasp the situation but how could they? They were mere people, not entirely too sensitive to the Force unlike the occupants and Cruciatus himself. The security teams were hesitant, they were unsure how the shredded trolley was even staying up in the air! But, as they drew too close Cruciatus let out a shriek that sounded like rusted nails on an old chalkboard which quickly whipped the primal instincts of the security team into a frenzy. Their mammalian brains warning them of a predator but their minds were shaken with pure terror. This made them highly irrational and made them panick. Their human instincts telling them, screaming at them to flee - to get away as fast as possible. Even those inside the shuttle would feel fear and terror gnawing at their self-control. But no one was prepared for what was coming...

The Interitus quietly entered the atmosphere; the metallic exterior starting to glow a pinkish red and white as the atmospheric intrusion created great amounts of friction as the ship entered the oxygen-nitrogen rich atmosphere. It would continue to descend slowly - down, down, down. Down until the bulk of the wedge-shaped vessel pierced the clouds. What remained of the occupants started gazing out the window - just as the battleship floated in front of the sun casting an eclipse-like effect on the hovering craft. However, as they would continue to watch on - the starship drifted closer, and closer. It hovered above the wrecked shuttle; its guns silent and unmoving. But for those that were force-sensitive, they had felt all along that this vessel was not one of salvation. To them, the ship mine as well have been a death knell. That resound noise that spelled catastrophe. It did not take Darth Efferus long to appear - but how he would appear was as something enigmatic. Something dark, and wholly sinister. Cruciatus was scary, his being was borne of rage and an insatiable bloodlust - he wanted to hunt. Darth Efferus, on the other hand - he was entirely complex, layered, and as the large bay opened along the underside of the immense ship that had ferried him across the galaxy, Efferus would start his descent with each footfall meeting a telekinetically infused bulkhead. It was as though the ship itself was being both held together by Efferus' inconceivable power and would strip itself just to give him a path in which to walk.

Darth Efferus would, with leisure and deliberance, make his way down to a point where he stood on a single plate of ultra-chrome as a lean figure in dark robes which fluttered viciously as he was standing unbelievably high in the air. His hands would lift and pull the black hood back revealing a very human-looking countenance. The man had dark, long hair down to the small of his back, he appeared very fit and athletic. With large arms, broad shoulders, and a straight back. Being as close as they were, Ja'lakk and Arden could experience, first hand, the absolute malevolence that seeped and oozed of this figure of black. His presence dwarfed Cruciatus and he wasn't even trying to hide it either. He was a cancer to living Force. Poisoning the minds of all that were connected with a sense of gradual decay...​

 

[Obsidian]

Everon Marcess

Location: Above Korriban
Mentions: @Cicada3301 Veiled Dream
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As their ship grew ever closer and closer to the planet, the Dark Side became so strong that it was almost impossible to resist, even for Everon. He has been exposed to much of the power of the Dark Side, but he had always maintained control over himself. But now, he could feel himself slipping, and that in turn started to make him panic. Sweating under his armour, breathing growing ever more frantic, Everon had to turn away from Korriban and step out of the bridge, the strength of the Dark Side now overwhelming.

"Turn the ship around!" Everon ordered, turning back to the bridge, his voice cracking, "We should not have come here."

But, of course, his order went ignored. After years of having his orders followed to their every detail, Everon is not used to being ignored, and it infuriated him. Everon became consumed with anger in an instant, and he turned away from the bridge again in a last effort of self control, only to be met face to face with his old mentor, Avo.

"You," Everon spoke, his voice suddenly alien to him, and his whole body grew numb, "You... are responsible for this! You brought me here!"

Before Everon knew what was happening next, he summoned his force powers and directed them against his old master, raising his right hand before projecting the Dark Side. Avo did not stand a chance. Within moments, Everon shattered any force defences that Avo possessed, overwhelming the old master before using the Dark Side to drain both the force and life energies. And Everon could not stop himself, he was like a man possessed, and as much as he tried to stop he just did not have the control anymore. He became a prisoner within his own body.

Avo, unable to do anything to stop Everon collapsed to the floor, powerless to stop the inevitable, and forced to experience the excruciating death of every cell in his body before finally succumbing to death himself. By the time Everon was finished, Avo lay as a hollowed out bag of mummified skin, beyond recognition to the master he once knew. And with the murder of his old mentor, Everon could not stop the Dark Side was surrounding him and consuming him utterly, falling into the Darkness until even his last stubborn remnants of resistance finally succumbed. Everon gave in and embraced the Dark Side, and he felt himself sigh in blessed relief, almost shuddering with pleasure of finally letting himself go.

When Everon turned again to face the bridge, he suddenly found himself in total darkness, the ship and all of his surroundings vanished, even Avo's corpse had disappeared. And even whilst swimming in the power of the Dark Side, Everon felt an even greater power at the edges of his awareness, undoubtedly there, and it was drawing closer. Everon had never felt another force user so powerful before, even the strongest Dark Jedi he faced in battle pale in comparison to the power he now felt, and even he fell far short of it himself. Fear sank into Everon's heart, an alien experience for him.

As the power grew closer, something stirred and stepped out of the darkness, a man in black, though his appearance was veiled in the Dark Side. The power he possessed was overwhelming, but Everon grew his lightsaber and prepared for battle regardless, summoning all the force defences he could. But it was all for nought. Just as Everon did to Avo, this Dark Jedi shattered Everon's defences in an instant, gripping him with a strength in the force so great as to be impossible to escape. Everon felt himself rising into the air before his body his life force began to drain away, feeling for himself how every cell in his body dies one by one, feeling the immense agony of the body dying a thousand deaths, and just was Everon was about to scream...

Location: Coruscant, Jedi Temple​

Everon rose screaming in his bed, breathless, looking around as fear rolled off of him, taking him several moments to register that he was not on that ship, or in darkness, but in his quarters in the Jedi Temple, having awoken from a terrible nightmare. His bed and sheets were soaked in his sweat, tangled up in them from his thrashing, practically ripping himself free to sit on the edge of his bed panting heavily. As force dreams go, that was particularly intense, so detailed and vibrant that it could have been mistaken for reality. It was, in fact, mistaken for reality. Everon had no idea he was dreaming. Sometimes, dreams can reveal much to a sleeping mind, especially when the force is involved. Everon did not truly understand what that dream was supposed to tell him, but one thing was certain; Everon was now gripped by existential dread. And even now, he could still feel it, a powerful Dark Side force at the edges of his awareness, pulsing through the force like a warning beacon, and it was drawing closer.

 

[Adobe]

Abelith Reicho
Location: Coruscant
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Abelith opened here mouth, ready to list the millions of reasons why blowing up a shuttle was not the solution to their problem, when, like a blaster bolt to the back of her head, a deep pain shattered across her brain. Falling to the ground, cluthing the metal beside her, she pressed her eyes shut. A protective barrier formed around her senses, white blurring her sight and hearing as the writing agony was lifted. "What the...." she whispered to herself, feeling the back of her head. Whatever she had felt, it was a feeling worse then her brain could ever conceive on it's own.

Squinting her eyes, she looked out onto the coruscanti skyline, spotting the figure stood atop the launchpad. As she fixated her gaze on him, a different, more subtle aura reached her mind. He was dangerous, but not as overbearing. Then the clouds parted, the lumbering cruiser drifted down. The feeling of dread was crushing her, like the pressure of a thousand oceans. That's when he saw him, walking as if the air was as solid as the ground below. But as she stared at the figure, it slowly became apparent, oppressive he had been, she herself was invisible. It would be best to keep it that way. Abelith reached her hand into her bag, wrapping her palm around the metallic hilt. "What do we do..." she felt the words leak out her mouth, still in a twisted awe.

 

[D1.Live]

Ja'lakk King
Location: Coruscant​

In the midst of chaos Ja'lakk felt another presence....a very heavy presence the pressure almost made him forget about the steel titan trying to kill them and he then saw a large shadow come from above them and the sound of twisting metal off into the distance. "Fools they think they are trying to use scare tactics like we are a weak minded Jedi.....we are beyond this foolish thought process.....we are more than they can fathom don't you think Ja'lakk" Ja'lakk hears the dark voice in his mind again and gives no response. He then starts thinking deeply about the situation and snaps his fingers when he comes up with an idea. "Hey I'm going to have to ask everyone to trust me and go to the cockpit" he looked back at Ardan and grabbed the explosives he gave to her but said in the exchange "Thank you for dealing with my slight immatureness but it's about time we leave now so head to the cockpit....oh excuse me again the would be rather useful as well" he grabs her great-sword and throws it over his shoulder. He then turns to face and find the other girl but he couldn't see her anymore but he felt a faint force presence on the floor and walked up to it and placing his hand on it slowly saw that she had put a force shield up making her invisible and smirked a bit then he crouched down and leaned closer to the shield and whispered calmly into it "Hey I know this might be scary but we can live through this we just might have to use your ability right now to help guarantee us survival so do you think you can help me" he smiled warmly under his mask hoping that he can make her help by reassurance. He didn't need her ability but most people wouldn't survive his plan without some type of shield but to make sure he wasn't doing this for naught he peeked over the edge to see another landing area another 10 stories down from where they currently were and then crouched back to where the shield was "Well we don't have much time do you trust me?" he said into the shield again calmly still.
Adobe Monday Veiled Dream

 

[Monday]

Ardan Sakra
Location: Coruscant
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The storm rages around me, but I am not the storm.

The storm rages within me, but I am not the storm.

I am the eye of the storm...

The storm... rages... the storm...

Frantically reciting her mantras, Ardan fought to cling to her sanity, but even the words she could have spoken in her sleep were slipping from her grasp. Compared to this new presence, the hulking brute below was nothing. This, too, reeked of overwhelming malice, but there was an unmistakable intelligence behind it. If the brute's aura was like a battering ram, this was a poisonous miasma, suffusing and corrupting everything around it, eating away at her thoughts, her awareness, and her will like acid. The Force itself recoiled, as from a noxious, gaping maw.

Though it was the enormous battle cruiser that had blotted out the sun over several city blocks, the shadows themselves seemed to emanate from the lone, black-clad figure who seemed to stand on thin air, far, far above them. Staring with wide eyes, Ardan felt as though her feet were frozen to the metal floor of the shuttle, her entire body rigid with a deep, penetrating cold. She stared into the abyss, and trembled.

Then someone spoke, like a faint echo through the mist, and the pouch of explosives she'd all but forgotten was snatched from her hands. She looked at the mercenary, forcing herself to snap to attention. He was saying something about going to the cockpit- it sounded like he'd come up with a plan. If only she'd been paying attention earlier. She hated herself for succumbing to the madness so easily, but since of the two of them he had the clearer mind, there was nothing for it but to let him lead, and hope his plan involved keeping her alive. Now was no time for pride. She looked him in the eye and nodded. "Oh, excuse me again, this would be rather useful as well," he said, prying her longsword out of her now stiff fingers. She opened her mouth to protest, but thought better of it and carefully made her way to the cockpit.

When she looked back at him through the doorway, she saw him crouching and speaking to... nothing? The empty space shimmered slightly, and several things clicked into place. The blonde girl was missing, and that seemed like a Force shield- the blonde was the other Force-sensitive, and evidently more powerful than she'd guessed. So, she may be of use, after all. What a bizarre pileup of coincidences. There was something at work in the Force, some bigger picture she could not yet see but was a part of, nonetheless.

Tightening her grip on the doorjamb, she breathed deeply, trying her best to block out the sinister aura, trained her eyes on the mercenary, and waited.