The Horror

[Nihilus]

Ishhmum sat upon a large canopy of trees, which shaded the floor of the jungle. He peered into nowhere, wondering what lord truly was worthy of his skills. Now that he had built his lord a palace, fought and killed the entire senate for him, and so-forth, what was he to do for him next? He needed to ask Nefarius himself for what is needed of him. How would he assist the Sith? Kill Republic members? No, the Republic was already dead enough. Kill Jedi? No, they're too hard to find, unless he was ordered to by Nefarius.

 

[Raider]

*Some distance behind Ishhmum stood a man. His arms folded across his chest, cloak whipping around him in the wind. He seemed to have no trouble keeping his balance as the branch he stood upon swayed with the wind. In Ishhmum's mind a voice whispered to him.*
You are useless to him. He does not need you anymore. To him you were nothing but a tool to be used and thrown aside.

 

[Sovereign]

Above them stood yet another figure. It was perched upon the topmost branch and it bore down a malevolent gaze through the thick darkness stretched about. The two could not discern its eyes, but they could indeed feel, by some sick devilry, a enmity efflorescing thereof. It stood there silent and still, as if waiting for some dreadful stroke.

 

[Enishi]

Not that far away, a large brach held the weight of a strange lookig creature, dressed in pure casual. The fur coat seemed to shiver and swim in the rustle of the trees and the black dress pants seemed almost hidden in the shadow of the tree. Yet two small globes illuminated the darkness. Through a pair of electrobinoculars, Israel spotted the two figures, one of which being a wookiee. However, Israel could not shake the feeling somthing strong was there... somthing... dreadful. It made each fiber of reptilian skin, cloaking the muscle structure of Israel.

"What the hell..."

 

[Nihilus]

The voice entered inside the man's head, if you could call him man, as quickly as it was sent.
"You lie. He is my master. I did not ask for your guidance at all. Who are you to make such a rash decision?"

Isshmum could feel the presence of his lord, and could feel all eyes glaring at him. The Wookiee stood on his branch, the wind brushing against his hair as if it were the leaves that he crushed beneath his feet.

The haired beast approached the edge of a branch, causing such to sway. He knew that whoever, or whatever, was here, already knew of his placing. He was, however, unsure of which aura surrounded the flesh of it. He would have to find out himself, not through the force that had failed him once before.

 

[Incubi Priest]

Quill, a simple padawan, watched the Wookie standing there. He could feel his internal conflict. He did not like to be away from his master that often, but it happened from time to time. He wasn't afraid of the dark presence of the Sith Lord, but rather very coutious. The sith, as Quill knew them, would never show mercy. The Gen'Dai Jedi Padawan silently waited what would happen next.

 

[Raider]

*What in a past life might have been a smile twisted onto his face, now however it was an evil thing, hate filled and cruel, more frightning than any look of rage. So the Dark Lord himself had come to watch.*
Watch closely than. As kill I your followers one-by-one.
*He thought to himself as his eyes settled on where the Dark Lord lay hidden. Within the shadows of his hood his gaze moved to where a Jedi stood. Reaching out to the Jedi he sent but a single message through the Force.*
If you wish to survive the day boy, than do not interfere. This does not concern you.
*His eyes moved back to the Wookiee. With even bothering to remove his cloak nor answer the questions posed to him he made a subtle flick with his hand. The branch the Wookiee was on snapped and in that same instant he leaped. A red blade came to life in his hand and as he passed the falling Wookiee in midair he slashed at the Wookiee's middle. Intent on carving the beast in two.*

 

[Incubi Priest]

The voice, filled with the force, sent chills down the padawans spine. Being a Gen'Dai, Quill was not easily killed, but he was faced with an internal struggle: help and engage a dark jedi in battle, or stay out and let a wookie die. He took his saber and ran forward. He leapt and grabbed the wookie, moving him out of the path of the dark jedi's lightsaber, but he took the slash across his back, dropping the wookie as they both went rolling.

 

[Nihilus]

Isshmum tumbled as the man dropped him. He could have handled such himself, but this was fine. As his recovery from the fall took place, a large beam emitted from his hand, the handle not visible.

He had no cloak on anymore, it had been caught by the branch, and had ripped off his back.

As soon as he stood once again of his feet, he charged toward the attacker at amazing speeds. He screeched very loud, enough to make all birds in the area retreat with each other. He continued to wail as he charged.

Quickly, the red blade was upon the man who attacked, inching toward his neck. This had to be the end. If not, he was ready to pull back, as he approached from the side, not like fools do from the front.

 

[Incubi Priest]

Quill laid on the grond, his wound healed at a steady pace, and was soon completely recovered. He looked up and saw the Wookie attack. The Gen'Dai stood dumbfounded: he had just saved the live of a dark jedi, a natural enemy.

He did not interfere this time, knowing that the jedi duty was not to slay sith, but to keep peace and protect the innocent.

 

[Raider]

"Idiot boy."
*He muttered as he alighted on one of the branches. Why a Jedi would save a Sith he had no idea, but he no time to think of such matters. The Sith was charging at his back, having already alerted by the Sith's howls of fury and heavy foot falls. Through the Force he could feel the path of Sith's blade and he twisted down to one knee as he turned. The blade passed above him in a red arc and as it did he launched his lightsaber forward to spear through the Wookiee's stomach.*

 

[Nihilus]

The saber thrusted forth toward his chest. Duck? No, he was too be. Jump? No, too risky. Roll off? No, it would do no good. Block it.....it was his only hope. Isshmum twisted his whole body, keeping a small balance, and lept up, just nearly away from the blade. It wasn't high enough. He spun the dark saber below himself, easily blocking the attack. What a fool to think he could kill a great Wookiee.

The saber crashed to the ground. The enemy had no weapon now. He was a foolish enemy and would not be spared. Isshmum darted forth, then flurried at the man.....his end was near.

 

[Sovereign]

The Dark Lord raised his stone-clad hand aloft and with a slight gesture, ignited twin blades. Crimson lights boiled forth out of darkness, casting an eerie glow all about and bespeckling the Emperor with blood-like hints. Beyond his hood, he crackled maniacally. The sound, at first muffled and broken, like a child's laugher, and then quickly it swelled into one long, loud, and endless echoe, utterly anomalous and inhuman. "Dare thee defy my reign?" He bellowed between hateful yelps. "Dare thee face my merciless judgement? I am the Sword of the Sith, the righteous fist of retribution. That which does quell the recalcitrant. Thou shall know why I hold this monarchy!" And with that, the Dark Lord hurled himself forth, headlong from th' ethereal sky. With hideous ruin and combustion, down upon the wretched Sith.

 

[Incubi Priest]

Quill ignited his green blade and took a defensive-forward stance, ready to defend himself when the time called. The three sith stood in battle, at least one would surely die, and then come for him. He stood there, watching there movements. Their immense amount of skill made his sorrowful combination of soresu and makashi look like an infants method of play. Nevertheless, he stood, waiting. He would call his master if the situation required, although he did not know how fast his aid would arrive...

 

[Raider]

*Lesser men than he would have fallen to the onslaught he now faced. He, however, was not one of those lesser men. As the Wookiee's blade flashed through an offense that would claim his life within a second, he called upon the Dark Side of the Force. In an amount of time to small too comprehend he had wrapped that power around the Wookiee's saber. His hand became a fist and the hilt of the lightsaber shattered, the blade dying mere millimeters from his skin. With the speed of a Vapaad he rised his left arm, outstretched toward the Wookiee's face, which was only inches away now. Blue-white lightning speared out his fingers and palm, the Wookiee couldn't dodge at this range. His own lightsaber snapped into his left hand and he parried the Dark Lord's attack without so much as a glance toward the Dark Lord of the Sith.*

OOC: So where are you exacting Sin?

 

[Sovereign]

<div class='quotetop'>QUOTE(Sam Raider @ Jan 23 2007, 08:25 PM) [snapback]145461[/snapback]</div>

*Lesser men than he would have fallen to the onslaught he now faced. He, however, was not one of those lesser men. As the Wookiee's blade flashed through an offense that would claim his life within a second, he called upon the Dark Side of the Force. In an amount of time to small too comprehend he had wrapped that power around the Wookiee's saber. His hand became a fist and the hilt of the lightsaber shattered, the blade dying mere millimeters from his skin. With the speed of a Vapaad he rised his left arm, outstretched toward the Wookiee's face, which was only inches away now. Blue-white lightning speared out his fingers and palm, the Wookiee couldn't dodge at this range. His own lightsaber snapped into his left hand and he parried the Dark Lord's attack without so much as a glance toward the Dark Lord of the Sith.*

OOC: So where are you exacting Sin?[/b]

Wtf?? "Without so much as a glance toward the Dark Lord"??? Who do you think you are?

 

[Enishi]

Jerking the electrobinoculars from his eyesm Israel was sure of what he saw. A monstrousity of a man that wielded two lightsabers, that glowed of blood. This was the target; this is what he prepared himself for. Aside from heavily modified blaster, Israel carried a vibroshiv and vibrosword, a blaster carbine, and several frag grenades. Another grenade, created for last resort would only be used when the fight went awry. With a cylindric base, the grenade would cause a flash of light and an explosion of sound. It would distract an enemy long enough to escape... hopefully. Pulling out the carbine, Israel took careful aim. The death of this atronach of flesh would greatly increase his wealth, maybe even fame. Once he was sure that the abomination was in perfect aim, he let out three careful shots.

 

[Incubi Priest]

Quill heard the trigger pull. He felt the sensation of blaster fire pass by him, going straight towards the dark lord of sith. An assassanation attempt that would no doubt fail, but he would help the assassin as much as possible to end the dark reign of terror that was Darth Nefarius, but if he was to do so, he would need help...

 

[Fredrick]

Although the shots never charged and fired to unleash their revealing crimson light throughout the branches of trees and leafs that lushed about savagely around the furious clash that took place in the horizon; Apèr, as silent as death itself, had made his way down from the perch of a higher branch where he had stood observant of this one's actions while the others had remained intent upon one another, and isolated the circuits that linked the weapon from its energy through a simple manipulation within the Force while making sure to leave one of his daggers below the man's gullet, not threateningly but as a simple measure of insurance, devoid of any passion that would have drived another in for the kill-and blinded them infact to their prey's own instincts.

What could be felt from the killer himself though, was only the precipice of oblivion, as cold and unforgiving as the plains of Rhen Vhaar, and as threatening as a predator's gaze...

Crouched behind the man, the Sith spoke softly although not without the deprivation that could be heard in his tone as much as being felt within his heart; disinterrest. He did not crave to end the life before him, although he made no gestures to doubt that death was the easiest solution to his goal, if his prey proved itself to be uncooperative...

"This man you were about to assassinate is the Dark Lord, mercenary... I do not suggest you pursue this course of action any further-but please, do not alarm yourself; I am only there to insure that this little brawl goes about without interuption."

 

[Sovereign]

No sooner had the reverberation of the blows sunk into silence that the Dark Lord already settled himself, and with entire deliberation, into another offensive. His crimson lightsabers whirled about the wretched Sith's head, at such a speed that the light and heat rippling thereof seemed to unify forthwith into a new dreadful entity. In a milisecond the chaotic storm of lacerating energy would reach his body.