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The moment that Connor (@Apollyon ) grasped the holocron, reality would shift all around him. Darkness encroached and Enveloped the ceiling and walls, stretching and warping into a space of incalculable size. There was no source of light. No visible path to take. There was only the space where Connor stood, and the cloaked figure that stood several meters ahead of him.The chorus of madness grew silent - silenced by the powerful voice that boomed from the figure. Connor would feel the strength of the hooded Sith, eclisping his own like the sun. It was terrifying and awe-inspiring. Intoxication that would leave him aching to claim such strength for his own.
“You hold the key to your own destiny, child.” The voice boomed - loud enough to shake the very foundations of the realm they shared. It would split through Connor’s ears and echo in his mind, enough to bring the Acolyte to his knees.
“So long as you are strong enough to walk for it.”
In an instant, Connor would see himself standing before a Beacon - rune-inspired and thrumming with power. He would see an army of Technobeasts that moved at his every command, to ravage worlds and spread his influence across the Galaxy. And Connor would catch a glimpse of his own reflection. His eyes animalistic yellow and sunken - his fine features bearing the signature of Dark Side corruption unchecked.
“To sacrifice for it.”
As quickly as it began, Connor would be thrust from the vision - returning to the room he’d wandered into. Removed from its pedestal, the room itself began to quake - sparks popping from computer terminals and flesh-lined walls wincing in agony. The Acolyte had destabilized the room of horrors, and he would not last long within its confines.
Betrayal was an unfamiliar experience for the Alchemist - isolated within the confines of the laboratories since its creation. Even still, the abomination writhed in a mixture of agony and rage as Nash struck first.
The abomination was still hunched over - in the progress of vomiting Feifi onto the ground - when the Twi’lek attacked. The crimson blade plunged through the Alchemist’s back and out its stomach. While highly effective, this would have the unintended consequence of spearing Feifi through the abdomen while still inside the abomination’s stomach. A shriek ripped through the abomination’s throat, ear-splitting and horrifying to witness.
The Mandalorian would eventually roll out of its jaw, though not without taking damage. (@Hastur)
The combination of blaster bolts and stasis kept the Alchemist from retaliating - and ultimate drove the creature over the edge. “Traitor! TRAITOR! TRAITOR!” It roared angrily, keeping its mouth closed.
And its body began to bloat.
Like a balloon filled with air, the Alchemist would begin to inflate through its stomach and limbs, filling with acidic fluid and poisonous gasses - convulsing violently the entire time. There was little mystery regarding what was about to happen, and the precarious position it left the Sith in - given the confined space of the hallway.
The sound of footsteps grew louder from behind them, thundering with every second that passed. The doorway ahead remained free and clear - though they could only wonder if moving in the direction that the Alchemist wanted was a wise decision. Especially as those thick, metallic doors began to slide open.
Within, the Sith would be greeted by the sight of Ayomi and Trodai alive after all. Each of them was chained and bound to a Beacon - crimson runes thrumming with a heartbeat of their own. Blood seeped from minor cuts along their forearms and legs, each drop seemingly absorbed by the dormant obelisks.
And seated between, Vyrassu was perched upon by her crude throne - her lips twisted up ever-so-slightly towards a grin. She made no attempt to approach them or force them into the chamber. No. They would come to her, one way or another.
(@Phoenix @Sreeya @Rom @Xorism )
Unfortunately for Serene (@Darasuum), her companions nearby would somehow have far superior luck. Trust was a rare enough thing amongst the Sith, and there was precisely none that existed between herself and Timera. Perhaps the Champion was willing to put aside the little mental intrusion now that it was convenient, but the Rattataki was not. She had the nerve to leave the woman for dead at the nearest opportunity, and that was precisely what presented itself to her in that moment.
Crouched behind Serene, Timera drew upon the Force in an instant - allowing the kinetic force to flow out through her palms. It was a blast that would slam directly into Serene’s back and force her through the panel of the ventilation shaft, timed just as the woman was deep in concentration to weave her spell. It would send the Champion hurtling to the ground below, just barely behind the small legion of undead that marched to feast upon her allies.
And Timera would remain in the ventilation shaft - preparing to remove the slave collar from her throat once the coast was clear. Serene’s own actions had planted the seeds of betrayal within her mind - and it was only now that they came to fruition.
Left Behind Group
For a long moment, the imposing figure was silent as a ghost - waiting for the Sith to do was instructed. There was little room for argument or defiant in her unnatural tone, and yet allowed the children to supplicate without bodily forcing them to their knees. The sight was enough to bring the hint of a smile to her lips - tugging wide the necrotic flesh of her cheeks.
Her head tilted ever-so-slightly to regard Trodai, listening as the Champion proceeded with his verbal vomit. Perhaps it was fear that sparked his curiosity, or that the Pureblood wildly misunderstood the situation he was now facing. In any event, the figure merely leaned down - her face hovering mere inches from his own.
“Vryassu.” The voice croaked against his ear.
Without another word, the eldritch women waved her hand - summoning the Force to slam powerfully against both of their minds. It would knock both Trodai and Ayomi unconscious in a fraction of a second, their bodies slumping to the floor where they knelt.
Weaving her fingers together, black smoke began to envelop all three of them - bodies dematerializing into the plane of the Force. Within seconds, they would be teleported deeper into the subterranean facility. To finally rejoin their companions.