All The Pretty Things Are Broken

[Cainhurst Crow]

Screaming...the things I recall, was that I was screaming. Almost the entire trip back to my world...to my precious sanctuary, I was screaming the entire way.

"Hold her still! She's gonna lose something if we don't keep her body together!"

Together....keep whom together? Me? My body...yes, I remember. The battle, the starship coming towards me. The feeling that embraced me as I...my face...what happened to it?

"Oh gods, her skin. It's breaking off again! Get more bacta here now! Get us down to the hanger, now!"

I...my face...someone tell me what's happened to my face! Can any of you hear me? I am your master, your ruler...Everything's dark...so cold...What's wrong with my skin! Why can't I feel it!

"This screaming! Can she even hear what we're saying to her? Knock her out so we can take her in peace, please!"

I remember...my flesh turned to stone...or became as stone, and began to break off of me...that ritual. Vereshin...and the sacrifice, Rosalin! They're the ones behind this! They must have done something to me during that ritual!

"It's cracking off again, The bacta's not taking! Get your gloves on, we gotta move her by hand!"

My flesh turned cold, my spirit turned cold...the cold...I can feel it now...it's seeping into me...freezing inside of my chest...it burns so much...make it stop...Make IT Stop!!!

"Someone get that medical droid to work faster! We Need that gurney Asap! You, Get more bacta on the wounds. I don't care if you don't think its working, we need to try something, dammit!"

Someone....anyone...please, touch me! Hold me! Hit me! Do something to me! I can't see...I can't feel...I can't feel anything...anything but the cold...force, all knowing and guiding...what have you done to me...I don't want to feel this any longer!

"Her face...the skin, it's...get her to the tank, now! She needs to be submerged now!"

This cold...I can't feel anything but the cold...where's the fire! My hatred...my anger...my sorrow...it's all becoming cold...I almost can't feel anything anymore...

"Get ready to lift her up in three...two...one...LIFT!"

GRRRRAAAHHHHH!!!! AHHHHHHHHHH!!!! IT HURTS!!! SOMEONE PLEASE, MAKE THE PAIN STOP!!!

"Load her into the tank! Her heart its...it's not responding, but she's still screaming! Get that tank filled now! She needs healing, before its too late!"

Someone....anyone...please...

"Don't leave me here...don't leave me alone...with the cold...please..."

The tank was filled, slowly, as Iosefka volfe, Dark Vicar of the Sith, and self-named Tantibus, was plunged into the healing liquid bacta. Her charred and black body thrashed within the water as the breathing tube was shove into her mouth and secured in place. Eyeless, sightless, and numb to the world, all she could do was scream, and scream, even as her body broke down, and left her screaming within herself.

The tank filled, and eventually, Iosefka stopped moving, floating in silence as the drugs finally wore her bodies resistance to its limit, and the flesh began to weave and mend, turning to brittle stone and breaking apart as it did, but every bit that didn't, growing back more and more as the vicar slept, and dreamed, and screamed in silence, where nobody could hear.

 

[Cainhurst Crow]

The damage had been severe, more so then any normal creature should have withstood. When the vicar was on Coruscant, she had suffered injury after injury, but had pressed onwards, for what end nobody was quite sure. Now, on Chandaar, in the center of the city of Ambaril, in what had been the largest castle of the throneworld for the Kingdom of Cron, the vicar's body was being kept together by Bacta, and what had been left of her armor.

"Her arms and legs...why hasn't the armor pieces been removed?" Captain Kathal, head of the home guard which protected the current ruler of chandaar, asked as he looked at his liege, and the only thing separating them from being ruled by some bloodthirsty despot. The Vicar, odd woman that she was, and undoubtedly disturbing to see work, had allowed the council of chandaar much needed breathing room, and had kept the people of this world well maintained. The threat of slavery or blood sacrifices never came, and it seemed she had been more concerned with researching old ruins then ever ruling with an iron fist.

Kathal knew, that if their ruler did not recover from this, then someone else would be installed to rule. Someone who wouldn't be so hands off and agreeable. And as the doctor spoke, that fear began to take root.

"The metal...it is unrecoverable. From what I have gathered, when the Vicar was...damaged, it wasn't merely fire, but a considerable amount of blunt force against her body. I am no expert but, I would say that something happened, which triggered the vicar to enter this strange state. The burns suggests they began internally as well as externally." the doctor said as they looked over the results, kathal shaking his head as he heard the news.

"That doesn't explain why you can't take those pieces off of her." He said as he looked towards the vicar's limp form. Her blackened and charred skin was almost all gone, and a new set of lavender flesh was coming together slowly. But every piece that grew too large would pale and crack like glass, leaving her body covered in deep scars, which criss crossed and spiderwebbed around her form. At least, that was the case for the pieces of flesh that could still be seen on her neck, torso, and her face. The flesh of her face seemed to almost refuse to grow back all together, leaving the bone of her jaw now cleaned, but exposed to the world.

But that was nothing compared to the slightly tarnished but now cleaned metal which hung within the tank. All along her body, pieces of titanium and durasteel had welded upon her flesh and form. Her arms, were completely coated with the metal, with breaks in the metal where her joints were, allowing articulation along her wrist, elbows, and her fingers. The ends of her fingers were now claw like appendages, ending in metal talons from her gauntlets fusing to her muscles and bones. Her upper arms were horribly burned, a scale like pattern etched into the flesh, leading to her shoulders and upper torso, burned but free of metal until one reached the neck, where a few of the scale armor had fused to form a permenant choker accross the whole length and width of her neck, segmented like rings to keep her ability to move. Her legs were no different, along the outside of her legs, metal plates stuck out while inner thighs showed exposed flesh. Below the knees, her former greaves were now welded to her body, the flesh growing small viens upon the burnt pieces of metal as they were subsumed into her body.

"Those pieces of metal, are what is keeping the Vicar's body together. Without it, and the pieces we were able to remove over time, her entire body would have quite literally fallen apart. We were lucky to get the chest piece off, not to mention the burned armorweave we needed to remove from her body...as it stands, we've done all we can for her."

The words did little to ease the captains mind as he looked at the unmoving form within the tube of bacta. "What kind of life can she live after this?"

"She has illusions, does she not? I am sure she will make due." The doctor replied, moving on the wheels to check on more of the vital signs, like the good medical droid that he was. Kathal merely watched the vicar, a bad feeling within the pit of his stomach as he did so. How would she react when she came to, exactly? And what had driven her to this point?

 

[Cainhurst Crow]

This isolation...it had been so very long, since I was forced to be alone. Truly, utterly, alone. As I float within this liquid prison, keeping me alive but doing little to relieve me of this pain...this retched icy chill which wracks my body...it has given me time to think. Something no sith should be forced to endure.

The force is a matter of passion. Instincts and truths are the foundation of the force. To sit and ponder opened too many doors. It muddled what was the truth with other possibilities, and clouded ones path and place in the world. Just like the jedi, like my brother, blinded by his morals and ideals, and his code of honor. But what is honor, to the dead? What is dignity, to the predator who starves themselves because they only eat the most worthy of prey? What is morality, to a universe where creatures need to kill, eat, and dominate their fellow creatures to simply survive?

Yet...that is not neccisarily the case, is it? A lowly worm is a creature of pure instict, as are the prey animals to the predators, whom are capable of out-thinking their quarry. Is it not a capacity for higher thinking, an ability to temper instinct into reaction, and hone reaction into reflex, which makes a creature stronger? A being must know of weakness, in order to make itself stronger. To know what not to become, in the end. It is the same for passion; Naked ambition is meaningless, without a wise mind to temper it forward into a drive, and a direction.

Perhaps, but it is not the way of the force. The force guides us in our lives, to attempt to reason with it is the folly of the jedi. Attempting to reason and rationale against something which possesses none.

Indeed...Passion and Desire are all that matter in this world, and the willingness one has to pursue them. Such thoughts of controlling nature, are what the jedi call peace. But peace is a lie, a stagnation of change, and only passion exists as an agent of alteration. Through passion, one gains the strength to shape the world as they see fit. Through strength, a person commands power to enforce their vision upon the force, and the world. By using their strength and power, a being can achieve victory over life itself, and bend reality to the knee. And it is in this victory, that a sith's chains are truly broken. And none of it wold happen, without the force. It, shall set all of life free.

That...that's a contradiction. Claiming life cannot be controlled, only to try and dominate it completely! That doesn't make any sense, how is that not a path doomed to failure?

I agree, such an outlook only commands barbarians and savages to run rampant, while anyone who attempts to build legacies are doomed to failing sires. Your pathway is nothing but an endless loop. Preservation and power, building a legacy to last the ages. These are the true tools to conquer the galaxy, not some passion fueled excuses.

That isn't what I meant...I....wait...who are you?

Fool, it is you whose views are misguided. A legacy will end to the march of time, as will all things in the galaxy. To attempt to preserve it, is to doom it to failure from the start. Carving a path of blood and destruction, and leaving ones mark on the force itself, is all that matters to living life. We are freed in the force, in life or in death. Trying to avoid it is a sign of true weakness.

Death or life? I want to live, not die to make some mark on the world! I...you're not...You aren't me?

And whom are you? Speak, I've little time for the ideal minded.

What do you mean who am I?

Who art thou, who protests to the way of the force? Speak, or join the lost in silence.

I Demand to Know Who You Two Are, Right Now!!!
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My name...is Iosefka Volfe, Heir to the Volfe Family and Ruling High Queen of Thustra. I've no time for chatter with a lowly creature like you, so tell me your name and be done with you.

Is this some kind of joke? You cannot be who you claim to be. I am-

I am Tantibus, a Vicar of the Force, and emissary to the dark side itself. I feel its pulses and flow throughout the universe, and I do not desire to waste its talents on something like you.

YOU LIAR!!! DECIEVERS!!! What is this!? Some form of Jedi Mind Trick? Some attempt at Deceit! I am Iosefka Volfe! I am The Vicar Tantibus! No one else but me!!!

You cannot be me, for I am destined for greatness. The blood of true nobility runs in my veins, and I am proud of my family, and my people. You, who ignored the deaths of two people who bore the Volfe Name. Who never bothered to seek vengeance for the loss of our parents, or the sacking of our lands. A creature so pathetically insecure with their own power, that they sought an outside ritual to bolster their strength, and would up a lowly monster because of it. You are not worthy to even say my name, let alone claim it for yourself.

That's impossible. You aren't real. None of this is real! I Know Who I am! I AM I̸̸͠͏͜o͠s͜e҉̷͘͞f̷̶̕͏k̵͞͏a͏̷̷!̡́̀͞͞!, I AM I͞Ǫ̶̵̕S̷̶̨Ę̴̴͝F̷̀͜K̴̶̀͡A̷̸͏ ̧́͢҉̸Ó̀͝F҉҉̨̀ ҉̕Ḩ̷̀̀͏O͜͝͞ÙS̸͡͏E̶͞͝ ̵̢̨̛V̴̴͢O҉̶L̢̀F̵̀͏̸E͞͏!̨͢͏͞͡!̷̢͞!̷̨̡,,,What?! That cannot be! I...I...am...I know who I am!

If you're about to claim to be the Vicar, you are sadly mistaken. The Vicar Tantibus dedicated herself to researching the force, and understanding its will. She sought to harness the power of the force to become one with it, and to show the jedi and republic the folly of their misguided light. You, who charged into battle with narry a thought, and whom skulk around in armor, using technology to accomplish your goals instead of the force itself, are not worthy of such a title. The Vicar would have welcomed to become part of the force in death, yet you fear death. You fear losing who you are. You fear becoming part of the force itself.

No...That's not true! I made you, dammit! You're a false name I created to escape my old world! I AM ̱̟̳̠͍̌̔ͅT͖͕ͪ̇̽̈̐̂A̻̹̗̓N̜̰͚̜͂͗ͣ̌͐̏T͈̞̳͋̾a̰̹̤͍͇̤̭͛͆͝n̄̋̏ͩ҉̞̥͈̱͉t̩͔͙͔͓͜i̠̯̼͙͖̖̊b̡̲̱̳͌u͇̬̥̠̬̞̾̍̔̇s̵̖̠̘̗̲̯͊̚ͅ ̶T͐͛ͫ҉̗̦̰̼I̶̝̯͊ͩ͌̓̍ͅͅB͐ͬ͒͆̐҉͚̤ͅT̉a̶̟ͩ͒̓ͮn͕̖̗̮͐̍ͭ̍͊̈́̾͜t̬̼͚̣̑̿͛̿ͭ̾̑͠í̫̱͎̱̘̣̳̄̂̃͊b̯͠u̝̘͇̝͎̓̽̿̒͋̈́̅͞ŝ̛͍̲̹͉̣̺̄Ṵ̡̳̔S̜͎̰̟̬̦̲͒̐̀


This isn't happening...this isn't happening...this isn;t happening...I know who I am...I know who I am....I know who I am.

You aren;t me, so who are you? You cannot be me, so who are you? You Are Not Us, So Who Are You?

STOP IT!! STOP THIS NOW!!! I AM....I...AM....I'm....

Who am I? I...I don't know who I am....I don't know what I am...someone...please!

Tell me who I am anymore.

 

[Cainhurst Crow]

It had been 3 whole days since the Iosefka the Dark Vicar had entered the bacta tank. In those three days, her consciousness had appeared to recede, to the point where she had entered a catatonic state. Even now, she floated in silence, eyes staring forward but unfocused; Unresponsive to anything, like those of a dead person. Her heart which had stopped beating for all of that time had come back to life, but its pulses were slow, barely even occurring once every 10 or so seconds but enough to apparently show life.

Captain Kathal stared at the tank, frowning to himself and letting out a low growl as he turned his back towards the vicar. Every day he had come down to this place, hoping his leader would show any sign of recovering. Yet more and more, it seemed, that she would not awaken. He began to walk away as he got on his comms, "Assemble the rest of the council. We need to discuss the future of Chandaar." He said, entering the single elevator which lead in and out of this private medical floor.

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"Gentlemen and Ladies, It has been 3 days since our Esteemed leader entered her intenseive period of recovery. And it has been 3 days in which we have had no leadership, no guidance. In this time, I would like to request of each of you, Your cooperation in creating an emergency ruling body, to keep our planet safe." Kathal said as he looked to the 6 other gathered men and woman who had been summoned here. Those who had been selected by the sith to help continue to govern the planet.

"You wish to create some form of provisional council? And who exactly would lead this council? Yourself?" Asked the minister of propoganda, looking through his monocole with a raised brow as KAthal shook his head no.

"No one, we would each have equal say, and we would help each other decide the best course of action. We need to act decisively, and without bickering over a next ruler. This..." He said as he raised his hand, pointing up towards the flag of Chandaar as he spoke, "This is our chance. Our oppurtunity, to break away from the sith, and make Chandaar great again."

"Break from the sith!? You're mad!" The head of the Mining consortium practically barked as she raised a hand up to her mouth, "We'd be slaughtered. Killed, each and every one of us."

"Not as long as they do not know what has befallen Tantibus. We can contact the republic, get them to come here, and to destroy the sith and all of the forces she's brought here. Make no mistake, my comrades. A war is coming...we can side with the empire, and watch our lands be eaten by the demands of supplying this war. Or we can make a stand, here and now, and free ourselves of the siths threats once and for all." Kathal slammed his fist upon the table as he spoke, a career solider who had been one of the original heads of the royal guard when the sith had come and claimed their planet.

The others looked to one another, each a survivor of the siths chains, and each having been allowed freedom under the empire in exchange for servitutde. One nodded, then another, and then another.

"If we are to survive...there is no better time then now." The chief of agriculture was the one who spoke, looking to kathal as he spoke his next lines, an aged man older then most here, "if we are to do this...the vicar must be kept alive. She spoke often about sensing things. If she dies, the other sith may know of it. We keep her in a coma, until we can get the republic to take this world."

"So it is agreed. And with this, let us form a new Chandaar. One free of the threat of sith, forever." Kathal said, looking to his fellow conspirators with a raised fist of solidarity as he plan was struck up. It would take a few days, but if nobody did anything to stop it, the planet would fall to the republic with nary a battle ot be fought.

Deep below the meeting however, within the tank of bacta, floating in silence. A single finger twitched, metal clinking slightly within the tank as the hand moved an inch, before coming to rest once more, falling against into stillness.

 

[Cainhurst Crow]

Silence, stillness, the absence of all other things around herself. In this complete and utter isolation, devoid of anything but herself, the woman in the bacta tank who had been injured for so long, had nothing to do except to think. Think she did, of long forgotten memories, dreams left unfulfilled, promises made and broken, and of course, regrets left to fester. All the while, she felt a complete detachment from herself, her physical form, as nothing but the sensation of bitter cold lingered all around her.

Past, Present, and Future. 3 paths which lay before her, yet 2 were dead ends. The Princess, The Vicar, and the Monster; What she once was, what she once desired to be, and what she was. The woman in the tank could do nothing but listen to her other selves, as they attempted to choose her path, to call her back to her old life.

And then, a revelation. A single spark which made her path crystal clear. One she had felt not come from within herself, but without. From something else beyond herself, beyond her normal senses, and even beyond the enhanced senses she used. This revelation came like a spark in the dark, a warm fire that kindled within her chest and spread through her body as she felt it, at last.

'You can never go back. Not even in death. You can never move forward, beyond this point. All that exists, and ever will exist, is here.'

The words made her mind find itself with newfound clarity as she dwelled on them. The past was far behind her, the girl who had dreamed of ruling the planet thustra and making her family great was long since dead. The holy woman who sought to fully become one with the force, she was gone to. Their names, their memories, existed as merely an echo of what had been, and never would be again. She had spent so long dwelling on the past and future, attempting to maneuver herself to greatness or making up for her past faults, that she had never considered, in the present, what she had done.

Her hands, her new appendages coated in metal and infused with flesh, bone, and pain, twitched, then slowly coiled 1 finger at a time into a fist. The fire she felt, the warmth which spread, was an anger unlike any she had ever known before. It was a loathing, deep within herself, for the inaction she had taken, the carelessness for what she had done, and the knowledge that no matter what, nothing could change it. It was the righteous fury of a person who had been denied their home, their purpose, their life, and now, their very essence. A rage at the world and exsistence, at fate and the gods, and at herself and her past actions, that all came together into a single swirling storm.

The past didn't matter. The future didn't matter. Nothing else mattered but here, and now. Seizing what she wanted, forcing reality to change to her wishes, consequences be damned. To the void with time and inevitability, to chaos with honor and legacy, to damnation with restraint. And most of all, to hell with being stuck in this tank any longer.

For the first time in days, the woman's eyes opened and moved, staring forward with a crimson glow as she seemed to pull into herself, her body moving in a twitching motion as she brought her hands close, clenching her fists as she felt the bacta in the tank begin to move and slosh, the medical droid attempting to inject more sedatives within her.

She threw her arms out from herself, letting out a scream that pierced the heavens and shook the entire building as the force rippled out from her, shattering the glass and sending the droid into the wall with the sudden burst, along with all of the equipment within the room. The woman landed onto the ground face first, her fists slowly clenching as the metal scrapped on the ground from her now clawed hands. She rose to her feet shakily, her legs coated in melted armor not quite used to supporting weight after so long. Her hair clung to her neck and shoulder, burns running along her flesh, and her face a blend of normal flesh and the skull like visage she had before.

The woman's eyes looked down to her own hands, clenching and clenching them as she looked up and around the room, breathing slowly as she felt it. The pain of the fall, the tension of moving her hands, the shakiness of taking a single step forward. Sensations, after so long spent in the cold, were like a blessing as the woman raised her hands towards the skies, sounding happy as she spoke.

"My Name is Iosefka Volfe. Once, I was an heiress. Once, I was a vicar...none of that matters now. I am myself, here and now...." She said, tears coming down her eyes as she looked up to the sky with profound joy, her shadow twisting at her feet as it mimicked her movements in a strange manner, as if it were alive and squirming. Iosefka looked towards the doors as she lowered her arms, walking forward toward in in a shambling motion, slowly turning into a stride as her flesh no longer seemed to be cracking or made of stone. "And I have never felt more alive."

 

[Cainhurst Crow]

"Do you require assistance, ma'am?" The medical droid asked as it walked towards her, holding out its arm of many surgical and medical instruments as it asked. She didn't even look towards it as she reared back her right hand and swung it hard, her fingers curved and palm open as the metal cleaved through metal, and the droids head came apart in her grasp.

Bits of metal fell from her grasp as she clenched her fist around the droids former circuitry and casing, crushing it in her grasp as she opened up her hand and let it fall to the ground with a thud. The vicar stared at her own appendage, twisted into its current bestial like state of metal and flesh fused together, and she gave a short laugh as she curled and uncurled her fingers.

"This strength....this power..." She looked towards the shaking droids body, barely staying on its feet as she reached and grasped it, lifting it clear over her head as she stared up towards the droids body. "This absolute feeling...of indomitable will." She said as she clenched both of her gauntlet covered hands and pulled, grunting a bit as the droid groaned, then screeched, and finally broke clean in half. The vicar would have smiled if she had lips left, her eyes doing the smiling as she gave another laugh, "Exquisite. Absolutely exquisite!"

She didn't feel any strain on her muscles as she did this feat, none of the pain that had wracked her since the battle. It seemed that whatever was happening was akin to a bug, entering a new stage in life by forming into a chrysalis. Her skin falling away, her blood turning to rock, all of it seemed to be so she could be reborn, stronger then ever before. All the while she felt the burning hot feeling in her chest, a flame that burst with excitement at the sight of destruction.

It was primal, something she had long ignored, and it felt good to let it billow within her heart.

Iosefka threw both halves of the robot towards the opposite sides of the room, the droids body slamming into the walls and computers as the elevator finally arrived downwards. Her elation turned to something else as her face dropped, eyes darkening as her iris's seemed to light up a fiery red. "The dream...I remember now, I had a dream in that tank..." She said as she marched forward, stepping inside as she punched the button, her fist slamming and caving in the controls as the doors closed and began to take her up towards the ground level.

She had many visions and dreams, ones of far off reaches of the galaxy, isolated planets, forgotten armies, and of things occuring in the here and now. Her senses with the force appeared to have been increased greatly as she had witnessed another sith's loss of power, and then rebirth from coruscants force nexus. She had seen others of her side fight on other fronts, attempting to put more people into power. She saw the republic, piecing itself back together and trying to change. And she saw her own people, rejecting her in favor of her opposition, so that they could have their own desires met.

When she had been in her comatose state, the visions were made to mock her, at how insignificant and misguided she had been. Now, with her newfound power, and newfound outlook on life, Iosefka was not about to let her grip on her world end. Her breathing increased, her hands clenching and clenching as she paced in the elevator, metal boots welded to her legs clinking with each step as she went towards the doors and pressed herself against them.

"Hurry up...move faster...." She said, her eyes going wild as she reached up with a clawed hand and scrapped it along the metal, leaving jagged scratch marks as she felt the fire inside of her growing warmer and warmer, more intense as the thoughts of vengeance and the anger of her weakness flowed through her. The thoughts of future battles was sparking something inside of her, something new. Her speech stopped and was replaced with snarling, Iosefka hunching forward as she began to drool a bit at the mouth, feeling the new hunger as a real physical hunger. She was starving, and she wanted to feed, now. As the doors opened and one of her guards walked towards it, he backed away in shock as she shot out and grabbed him by the neck.

"W-what!? Who are you!? What are-" His questions were stopped as the vicar, her talons slicing into the sides of his uniform, plunged her fingers into the mans neck and felt the life drain from him. Drain from him and into herself, as she felt the fire and warmth in her chest explode. She felt it, the emotions of her victim, the fear and anguish, the sense of betrayal, the desperation for hope of some kind for someone to save him. All of it filled her with one thing, and one thing only.

A feeling of life, of being alive. And a desire for more of it, much more. The fire was set, and it needed to be fueled. And she knew who she wanted to kindle it as she threw down the man, dead and looking shriveled and drained as she reared back her head and lifted up her blood coated fingers, letting the life fluid drip off and land on her face. Crimson droplets staining against light blue flesh as she stared up towards the ceiling and screamed through the force.

"KATHAL!!!! YOUR MASTER HAS COME FOR YOUR BLOOD!!!!"

 

[Cainhurst Crow]

The capital building was blaring with alarms by the time Kathal had left the council room with his blaster drawn. "What's happening? What was that scream just now!?" He demanded, as a large amount of the buildings security began to converge towards the medical department, where there had apparently been some kind of explosion.

"The Vicar, she's regained conscious but...mother of the gods, she's a monster. Shes killing anyone who gets near her!" One of the men rocked back and forth on the ground, shaking his head with blood stains splattered accross his uniform, looking like he'd just witnessed something truly horrific. Kathal looked down towards him and then towards a group of 12 men heading down the hall.

"Stop!" He called as the men came to a halt and approached their leader, "Get the councilmen to the hanger bay and prepare the ships. We're leaving the world!" Kathal said as he double timed it towards the hangers to get off this world. He'd heard the vicars words plain as day, and he had no intention of finding out what she meant by them.

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Iosefka leaped forward as she threw out both of her arms, grabbing one of her guardsmen by the head as he fell towards the ground, her metal clawed hands wrapped around his skull as she pulled it towards her, kneeling on the mans chest before she gave a single twist and broke his neck, another yank pulling the head off as she wound up and threw it towards his comrade, who went flying back from the impact and lay on the ground twitching from the impact.

She rose back to her feet and began to laugh, "You dare to stand against me? You wish to FIGHT ME!? Then COME ON! FIGHT ME!" She hollered as she held out her arms, the men backing away as they held riot shields and were armed with stun batons. They were absolutely terrified, and Iosefka drank it all up and felt almost tipsy as she did so, practically tasting the fear itself as she licked her bare teeth, "You all smell so much more tantalizing when you're scared." Her eyes were glowing red, like a predator drunk on bloodlust as she ran forward.

"Oh gods she's coming!" One of the men said and turned to run, as the vicar suddenly jumped up and cleared the heads of all the riot men and pounced on the man who had broke first, "No! Oh gods no! Please!" He screamed as he tried to scramble from beneath Iosefka, a single raise of her hand and she brought it stabbing downwards into the back of the man's neck. He gasped and flailed before falling still, the vicar closing her eyes as she drank in the last emotions he felt before death.

Now this was living life to the most.

Pain suddenly stopped her enjoyment as she felt electricity surge through her mind, eyes opening as she looked to see one of the men had snuck up behind her and slammed his stun baton into her head. She cackled, then crackled with lightning, as the mans eyes widened and he frantically backed away. Not soon enough as she fired her bolt of lightning, seeing it hit him, then blast a hole through his chest and fire out towards those behind him in a massive arc, all of them screaming as they fell to the ground motionless.

Iosefka rose from her prey and began to walk down the hall, reaching up with a hand to run it along the wall and hearing the sound of scraping from metal on metal as she continued to laugh, "Ohhhhhhh Kathal....where are you?" she asked in a sing-song voice as she began to quicken her pace down the hall, "This doesn't stop until your dead Kath-ALL!" she called out, running as she allowed herself to be guided towards her quarry, homing in on him like a predator closing in on their prey.

"I've never felt better, not in the last hundred years! No more lies and no more pleasantries! No more having to hold back! I'm finally me, the one and only Volfe, here to break you down, and break you down, and never stop until there's nothing left to break!" She proclaimed to herself as she began to snake her way forward towards the main meeting room, her hands leaving a massive cut along the walls as she stopped grinding against metal and now started gridning against the smooth marble of the palaces walls.

 

[Cainhurst Crow]

"Get the ship loaded now!" Kathal barked out as he stood in the hanger for the royal palace, looking towards the large shuttle vessel being loaded with the rest of the security force and the rest of the council were on board. The final fueling was underway when he heard it, the sound of blaster fire and his men screaming as he looked accross the way. One of his men went flying backwards and slammed into one of the fuel containers, indenting into it with a bloody splat as the doors of the docking bay were open.

He saw the person whom he assumed was in a comatose state walk in dripping in blood, still dressed in the medical garments she'd been given while in the bacta tank, and from this distance he could see the burning red eyes as Iosefka gave a mighty roar towards the sky. "KAAATTHHAALLLL!!!!" she bellowed, as he scrambled and drew the weapon he had requested. He lined up the shot as the rest of the men began to open fire towards her, the sith throwing out her hand as multiple bodies flew upwards to intercept the shots.

Kathal pulled the trigger, and the rocket launcher fired out its payload aimed straight for the vicar and the men she battled. He bolted for the ships doors and barked out, "Close it now! Get us out of here!" he said, as the pilots began to take off, the crew firing out of the ramp as it slide close. The ship began to slowly rise, getting ready to take off as the sound of the explosion went off, a dull sound within the interior of the ship.

Kathal had made his way to the pilots cabin, watching with held breath as they began to fly out of the hanger and towards the city proper. Chandaar looked so peaceful from here, surrounded by the Gothic architecture and the sun slowly rising as he let out a tentative sight of relief. "Get word out to the security forces. We're coming in potentially hot and need some reinforcements to get to the docks." he said, just as the sound of something thudding above caught his attention.

"What was that?" One of the pilots asked, before a hand with metal claws shoved itself onto the glass from above, denting into the transparisteel and sending it bowing inwards as Kathal's eyes widened in shock. He drew out a blaster pistol as a second hand joined it, pulling forth what looked like the face of death itself. White hair blowing in the wind, skin the color of a dead corpse, and a skull like maw which opened to say one simple, chilling, phrase.

"I finally found you..." Iosefka said, glowing eyes burning bright as the entire cockpit began to shake and tremble, the pilots turning the ship to try and shake her as Iosefka gathered the force within her hands and gave it a simple command, expand. A force repulse, massive waves of the forces energies, went through her hands and suddenly the entire cockpit was blown open like a balloon. The pilots went flying outwards towards the ground, screaming as they took the controls with them.

Kathal braced himself against the wall and grabbed a hold of the door for dear life as the ship suddenly began to take a nose dive from its height, headed for the ground as something entered the cockpit from the outside, Iosefka tossing herself inside and using her claws to stab into the ground, crawling slowly closer to Kathal as he leveled a blaster towards her and fired.

The blasts shot into her shoulder, making her flinch in pain as the wound burned and bleed. She threw her head down, giving a cry of pain, and then a few seconds later, began to slowly chuckle, "Heh heh heh...Ha ha ha ha ha. That hurt..." She said as she looked towards him with burning eyes and a face that seemed to be smiling, "Pain hurts so much...but compared to the cold, it might as well be pleasure." She said as she darted forward, shooting forward as Kathal fired off more shots, and then gasped.

He dropped his pistol and looked down, a hand shoved into his chest through his clothes, blood pooling around the metal limb as he looked towards Iosefka, right in her face as she leaned in close, no longer laughing and sounding clam as ever as she spoke.

"You tore out my heart with your betrayal....it's only fair I take yours as payment." She said, just as the ship barrelled into a nearby building, spinning out of control and landing side-first into the ground, grinding into the sidewalk as it skidded along the stone ground. Everyone in the streets screamed and ran, others farther away stopping to look as the ship came to a stop, twisted and slowly catching fire.

As more people began to slowly gather, something was thrown out from the ship. A dead and shriveled body flying outwards, its face twisted in a scream and looking like a mangled and mummified corpse as someone else began to emerge from what was left of the cockpit. She was a woman, white hair blowing in the wind, barely any clothes on, with what looked like metal gauntlets and boots, along with a few other pieces here and there. Her face looked like a skull, and her eyes were red as she looked around at her surrondings.

Then she spoke, and everyone there froze in their tracks with fear as she seemed to speak from all around them, including inside their own heads.

"People of Chandaar! Hear my voice! You know me as the Vicar Tantitbus, your ruler and representative to the Empire. But that is a name falsely given and used. Know me now, for who I truly am! I am Iosefka Volfe, Heiress of the Volfe Family, and Lady Inheritor of the Sephi Kingdoms. You have lived in ignorance, but know the truth now! Serve me, and find immortality in legend and time memorium Refuse, and be put to the sword! You have until dusk to decide your fates!!!"

 

[Cainhurst Crow]

The world of Chandaar had been given a day to comply with the demands of its newly awakened leader, many struggling to understand what had happened. Iosefka had not cared however, giving the ultimatum she had needed to give, and waiting to see how many would take this chance to leave this world, and how many would stay here instead. She bet many would leave, cowards and the weak needed to survive above all else, so they would scramble over each other to escape this world.

What amused her more however was how meaningless the threat was. She had no intention of murdering everyone on this world, just the ones who conspired against her like Kathal and the council. But there would be those who threw themselves at her service, and those who did not. What was more important was that those who did not would go out into the galaxy, and spread the name Iosefka Volfe far and wide.

That was truly what she wanted, now at least. She had seen it, grasped the truth of it while consumed by the force, the dark side of it. A Legacy would fade with time, monuments crumbled, planets were lost, and even entire empires ended. The sith would be no different, their empire and planets and large celebrations of their legacies would fade with time, either being abandoned and no longer needed, or being forgotten after their defeat. It was something that was neither good or evil, it was beyond morality, and simply was.

But, a legend...that was different. "Legends don't fade or die....they never go away..." she said with a smirk upon her face as she walked into her quarters, going towards her wardrobe and tossing aside one of the white outfits she used to fear, throwing the black mask against the wall and watching it shatter as she did so. A legend could live well beyond the history of monuments and legacies, it was one of those things that could let a person live eternally, even in a different name. A legends name could change, it could be rediscovered and retold, and circulated in different ways, the themes still the same as everything else was changed.

It would be her bid for immortality, But to be a Raider, Legendary, she would need to be out of the shadows and into the minds of everyone. She would need to be striking, unforgettable, and burn herself into the memories of others. With that, she had come to her quarters to find something she knew was here.

It took her little time to find it, finding her lightsaber as she picked it up, looking towards the simple and elegant design as she tossed it in her grasp a few times. It felt light, almost too light for her own comfort now. She searched for the other saber as she did, not finding the matching pair that went with this one as she paused.

"Not here...I need two of them..." She said as she glanced towards a set of doors of her room, "...Do I dare?" She asked aloud, before a second later steeling herself, "Yes. I do dare." She said as she marched forward, tearing open the doors and looking face to face with the picture of the one person she had kept hidden from her fellow sith, more then life or death itself.

"Hello Brother..." She said, walking towards the small shrine she had, incense burnt out at the small shrine as she walked up to the memorial that marked her brothers makeshift resting place, two small offering tables next to it as well, and a small bowl on the opposite side of them. The whole of the Volfe Family, their memories preserved by her for so long. "Your legends...I should have been spreading them, not keeping you forgotten here...I am sorry, my family. Blood of my blood...name of my name."

Iosefka was somber for a few moments before she reached out and grasped the object of her desire, lifting up her brothers lightsaber, a heavy built one with a large guard on its handle, almost reminiscient of a sword as she looked towards the graves of her family. "I'll make it right...now, with my own legend. You will be remembered as well..." She said, holding her two sabers in her grasp, her brothers and her own, as she closed her eyes, "Starting now....we are all going to fight as one...A single weapon...and a single being!" Iosefka said as she felt the fire rise within herself, swelling more and more as she thought of the regret.

Turn it to anger, harness the fires of rage into a tempering flame, and then mold whats left within the flame into something strong. She told herself this as the room seemed to darken, the light dimming as Iosefka tapped deep within herself and the force. She felt the crystals within her weapons resonating with her own soul, her own kyber flickering like an old forgotten name, while her brothers kyber resisteted her, like it still possessed some of her brother inside of itself.

The room seemed to rippled with energy as Iosefka concentrated on the weapons, feeling every part through the force as she opened her eyes and let out a roar. Suddenly the sabers split apart, as if something had blown them to pieces, the metal floating around in an orbit as the two crystals, one red as blood and the other blue as the sky, began to slowly spin around one another, crackling with the energies of the force as they settled within the air and floated in place.

Soon, the rest of the metal parts began to slowly arrange themselves, taking shape as Iosefka's eyes blazed with a deep crimson light, which gave way to an inky black inner ring as clenched her clawed hands around the crystals, moving her grasp as if she were working the force itself. Like an artists with clay, she shaped the raw energies into a shape, trapping them between the crystals and encasing them in the technology of the lightsabers both, the casings meshing together roughly as a turbulent wind began to blow around her.

Another mighty roar, and an arching of her back, as from her gauntlets small droplets of red began to turn into streams of blood, slowly flowing to intermingle with the pieces being brought into place by the force itself. It coated some of the metal, seeped into cracks and gaps where plating meshed with plating, a curved and straight saber being pushed to form one long whole as Iosefka suddenly blazed to life with a new energy. Her hands went from bleeding to glowing, turning white hot before flames erupted from them, black and white in color and blazing like an inferno as she grabbed the mesh of force bound metal.

The entire thing turned white hot, durasteel and phrik outer casing metaling on the spot, a few places dripping with excess metal as she drew her hands along the length of the saber. It straightened, smoothed out, and began to spin rapidly like a bubble of glass as she put the finishing touches upon the weapon. When all was done, she shakily brought her hands away from the weapon, and with a single motion clapped her hands together. The fire stopped, the glow ceased, and the tremendous pressure which bowed the walls of this room ended. Her metal hands were back to normal, and floating before her was her newly crafted weapon, infused with her own essence, both physically and spiritually.

The lightsaber was long, a single round guard on one end, and a handle which extended past where a normal saber would end, seeming to stop at a wide pommel, which house within it a blade emitter. It was cool to the touch, shining with metallic silver color, and with a grooved grip, separated into 3 sections each the size of a shoto's length. Iosefka held out her hand, and the saber fell into her grasp, the weight of it feeling nice within her grip as she turned over the blade.

She activated it, watching as a crimson blade shot forth from the round guard, blazing longer then a normal saber would. She reached out with two hands, holding the weapon as she pressed another button, hidden within the blade, and a cerulean colored blade hissed out from the pommel of the weapon. She gave her new weapon a twirl, listening to it as it burned its way through the air and holding it firmly.

"Now we're going to be together. A true family, forever." She said, smiling with her mangled, skeletal maw as she looked towards the newly crafted instrument of death. She looked down at herself now, noticing a key factor which she hadn;t paid much mind to with her blood rage filled head, "Im going to need some new clothes as well..." She said as she walked forward towards her real closest, "Let's see if we can't find something unhooded. It won't do for my legend to lack a face behind the name."