Dark Hearts [AKA Giant Sith Techno Party]

[Vonlin]

Azool's rage pulsed through his veins and he spit on the ground at Geist's feet, snarling, "You know nothing, weakling! You pale in my wake."

The force tugged at his mind in an warning of Vanderguff's attack. Azool sneered at Geist one last time as his eyes burned with passion before he bent his knees and then jumped into the air, using the force to further propel him and move him out of the path of the incoming force push and sand from Vanderguff. The force leap also moved Azool clear from the rocks geist was lifting into the air.

Azool landed in a crouched kneel before Darth Vereor and hissed an answer, "Purging the weak from our ranks, my lord." He kept his head lowered as he struggled to hold back his anger, "I request your permission to finish the culling, my lord," referring to the injured Geist. Azool's bloodshot eyes shot to Kant, "And perhaps punish those who would be unwise enough to point weapons at me."

 

[Dread]

Silas' eyes snapped over to the Dark Lord as he barked out his question. Since the fun would end before Silas even got a chance to join in, he decided it was one of those times where the best idea was to skedaddle. He'd gain nothing out of this by staying. Besides, he had a few deathsticks in his safebox at his quarters, and he was getting shaky being sober for so long.

Silas, my lord. I have no doubt that you'll find my quarters when you need to speak with me... He sent the words telepathically for the Darth to pick up.

Without extinguishing his lightsaber, he slowly backed up to leave the scene. If no one stopped him, he would go back to his quarters and have a marry time.

 

[Count Sam]

Vanderguff simply deactivated his lightsaber and took a few steps backward. It seemed that the fight was over and that a Sith lord took notice of this and came as he expected. Vanderguff then got on his knees as he bowed down the Sith lord and battlemaster of the order. After all, it was always a good thing to show respect to Sith lords when they were present in a location. Also Vanderguff decided to stay silent and not speak unless he was spoken to first.

 

[Dmitri]

Geist bowed politely. His side stung in pain in the process. The illusion hid the pained expression on his face.

"My apologies you had to see such barbarianism and savagry being shown by us Sith here," said Geist to Darth Vereor. "It appears that those of higher ranks think of themselves a little bit too much. Marauder Makkun got into a fight with acolytes and was losing; though he was against multiple enemies. When I had attempted to stop the fight from occuring, since Sith killing each other only weakens ourselves and makes us easier targets for our mortal enemies, the Jedi, Makkun attacked me, misjudging my attempt to end the conflict as an act of support to the acolytes in an attempt to take him out. Unlike some self-centered individuals-" Geist made a near-unnoticeable glance at Azool. "-I felt it necessary to prevent unnecessary bloodshed, especially Sith blood; if any blood needs shedding, it should be Jedi blood. However, I am not foolish as to not defend myself. I countered. However, Marauder Azool thought to find it amusing to put himself and his ambitious over the better good of the Sith by taking advantage of the situation. While I was in conflict with Makkun, Azool attacked me. As I serve the Emperor to create him machinations of alchemy, my strong suit was ill-useable here. Azool used his Sith sword to amplify his Force Lightning and get past my defenses. It is people like Azool that the Sith continually collapse. They think of themselves instead of the better good of the Sith. Yes, it's good to weed out the weak, but weeding out people only because their competition is foolish. Azool may eventually raise to higher ranks in the future, if allowed, but actions such as these demonstrate that he will be ill-suited to lead any Sith, as he'll kill anyone he deems a threat, which is anyone close to his level, resulting in only weak Sith remaining under him."

 

[Rom]

Listening to the explanations as they came, and snorting derisively at the sheer audacity and stupidity some of the assembled Sith had been exhibiting, Darth Vereor did absolutely nothing to prevent the attacks that two of the Acolytes that had been fighting against the Marauder with Andraste used his arrival as a distraction to attempt to land killing blows. One of them even had the utter gall to throw in a one-liner, as if this was a holo-drama and not an exhibition of stupidity rivaling anything the reptilian Sith Lord could possibly consider. Deciding to deal with the acolytes once their target had been... removed, Vereor glared down at the ambitious Sith on his knees before him.

His tail cracking out behind him like a whip, Vereor reached a clawed finger down and used the sharp point to push Azool's chin up to face him. “This one witnessed your attack on Sorcerer Weiss. It waz an impressive display of the Force, without a doubt. Your use of the Sith Sword to channel your power shows a true example of your ability as an Alchemist for the Order....” He trailed off for a moment, allowing the complimentary air to hang before jerking his hand up, his sharp claw lacerating the skin cleanly from the chin up along the cheek to his left ear. Reaching out with the Force and growling under his breath, the Dark Lord picked the ambitious alchemist up by the throat and threw him into the rocky outcrop behind him, pinning him there. His sanguine eyes clearly promising death if he struggled, Vereor prowled forward and hissed, “Fool! Through your actions you could have very well maimed or even killed the only other Marauder alchemist the Sith Order has. We need both of your skill setz for the coming war against the Alliance! What did you think would happen once you killed the only other powerful alchemist who specialized in a form of Alchemy different than yourz, that you'd just be able to catch up to what he knew and excel at it within a few weekz?

Despite your excellent showcasing of ambition and opportunism, allow this one to make something very clear. If you ever sacrifice the combat readiness of the Sith Order in the coming war for your own personal ambitions again, I will see you thrown upon your very own creations. Are we clear?” Dropping the Alchemist and turning to face the other Sith, Vereor took a deep breath and started to pace in front of them, his tail snapping out in agitation the only physical sign of his anger. Through the Force however, his rage could be felt as clear as the heat of the sun beating down on them, threatening to suffocate them.

He went to speak before looking up in annoyance at the simpering attitude Weiss conveyed as he reported in on what Azool had done and offereing his own guidance on the situation. Snapping his tail out, Vereor moved to sweep the injured Alchemist off of his feet, glaring down at the man as he fell into the sand in the middle of his brown-nosing speech. “You will do well to remember your place, Sorceror Weiss. You have just been defeated, and rather handily. Perhapz you should spend less time on making yourself a master of illusion, and more time on learning how to handle yourself in combat.” Turning away in clear dismissal of both Weiss and Kant, Vereor turned back to the other Marauders who had gotten themselves involved, noting the telepathic message one had sent before disappearing.

“Allow this one to clue you into something, my fellow Sith. Very shortly, we will be at war. The Alliance is our enemy, the Jedi our true nemesis. You are all behaving like vulturez, swooping in to attack and kill people for no real grievance but to satisfy your blood lust. The Acolytes were within their right to defend themselvez from a foolish Marauder who thought himself the better. You all on the other hand.... you shame the name of Sith. Treachery is our way.... but so iz cunning! So iz intelligence, and with that comez knowing the time and place to act. The initial advantage may, in the long run, turn out to be your humiliation.” As he finished his mini-lecture, Vereor hooked his thumb back towards Azool, citing him as a primary example of the flawed thinking that seemed to have poisoned this group into warring with each other.

Turning his back towards the group of Marauders, almost daring them to go against what he had just said and strike at the open target, Vereor gripped his lightsaber and whispered in a hiss that carried over the entire area as he observed the Acolytes, “This one trustz that he will never be force to witness such blatant stupidity again”

 

[shinjo97]

This was going to hurt. Telkanin whirled, Lightsaber spinning, and sliced two of the glass flowers in half, using the Force to send the four pieces flying out to the sides. However, the other two broke through his defense, although off course. One slammed into his shoulder, biting in deeply, penetrating muscle and almost reaching the bone. Blood began to trickle out, the full flow blocked because of the glass flower. The second bit into his left leg, several inches above the knee, and he let out a curse as he almost collapsed. However, he turned his pain into rage and then used his rage to fuel the Dark Side within him, which in turn allowed him to stay up through his strength of will.

Furious and in pain, he barely saw the sword coming in time to dodge the strike. He took a few limping steps to the right, causing the sword to fall and slice into his other shoulder. He cursed; it didn't go as deep as the flower, but it had a wider range in its strike. He looked up in time to see yet another Acolyte coming forward, sword aimed to go down his throat, with many shards of glass coming in behind him. He deactivated one side of his lightsaber and used his then-free hand to reach to his belt and take out a mock-lightsaber he had created.

When activated, a series of metal bars would spring forth from the hilt, and then once the blade-like section of the weapon was completely formed, electricity would begin running along its length. He activated it now, and then twirled it, catching the Acolyte's weapon and redirecting it so it sliced a gash into his Lightsaber-arm. He dropped his Lightsaber now, his arm going numb from the training blade's kelko barbs. Cursing, he raised the hand with the mock-Lightsaber in it and then punched forward, sending the glass shards flying out to the side, forming a sort of tunnel. Three pieces still managed to strike him, though.

One spun through the air and sliced into his numb right hand, not too deep but still drawing blood. He couldn't feel that one, though, since the arm was numb from the kelko barbs. The other two came in right next to one another, hitting him in the ribs and biting in just a bit. One struck bone and then came out, being stopped since it had already been weakened. The other didn't hit bone and so stayed in him. He clenched his teeth, dropped his mock-Lightsaber, and then used the Force to take out the glass flowers and the glass shard. This increased the flow of blood, but it also somewhat fixed his hindrance of movement, if only a tiny bit.

He had one thing left he could do. Using the Force, he picked up his Lightsaber, activated it on both sides, and threw it at the closest Acolyte, the one that had tried to stick his weapon down Telkanin's throat. Then something happened; the Force warned him too late. His instincts told him to turn and defend himself, but he could no longer move, his injuries to great for him to defend himself any longer. Suddenly, pain flared in his body, and he knew he had lost...​

 

[Syn]

Fawn watched with envy as the three fought and then Andelka joined in as she spoke spinning around in place as her mind played out scenarios and slowly she listened to the marauder begin to fail and she remember what her old master told her as she watched. "I saw a creature, he sat and he held his own heart in his hands, and he ate of it. I asked him, "Is it good friend?" He said, "It is bitter. Bitter. But I like it because it is bitter." Slowly Fawn moved as she looked at the others who couldn't hear her and she laughed as her head tilted to the side and slowly pulled her hair into a tighter ponytail. "And because it is my heart." Quickly Fawn gave a malicious laugh as her mind went to places and her eyes began to burn like yellow fire scenting the blood.

Fawn perked up a little as she pushed the force into her body and ran around behind Andelka and Andraste as she held her saber and stopped several feet behind Telkanin. Slowly she watched him get attacked and as he tried to fend off Fawn grinned as her eyes burned yellow and she sent out a flash of her rending his flesh sliding from her belt a knife to her hand and rushed towards his back hooking her hand under his chin and using the momentum to dig the knife into his spine deeper at the forth lumbar in the sweet spot as she sent a breath of pheromones into the air and laughed. Slowly Fawn breathed in the scent of the Arkanians skin as she smelled the sweat and underneath the copper from his wounds as she felt in her head a frenzy calling for her to finish it quickly while another voice wanted to savor the moment and she gently cooed to him in his ear to sooth the man before she began.

As Fawn held the man she quickly decided what to do as her eyes traced the pulse in his neck and she licked her lips and with her knife as she spoke twisted it to send a shock to his system. In what felt like an eternity for herself and Telkanin with a malicious edge to her voice. "Death is on your heels marauder but I have something more in mind for you." Slowly Fawn licked his cheek as her mind played out thousands of scenarios on how to play with him but settled on one as she ran her hand onto his left and held it out keeping the saber away from them and shook it until it was gone then slowly she looked up from half lidded eyes as she saw the other acolytes and licked her tongue in a long and slow line along the neck of Telkanin and she mouthed. "He's mine now." Quickly Fawn bit down leaving an imprint of her teeth on Telkanins neck and throat as she felt under her tongue the pulse in his throat skip and she snarled giving a lazy smile like a cat playing with a mouse.

Quickly Fawn moved as she hooked her arm under Telkanin's chin as she stood back to back with him and dropped to her knees twisting 270 degree's as she snapped Telkanin into a backbreaker and as he crashed over her she landed on her knees. Quickly Fawn rolled over and twisted sitting on his chest as she drove her heels into his arms to spread them and pressed her hands to his shoulders holding him down and grinning as she blew a kiss and pulled him up into her chest getting off and grabbing his metal rod from his waist. Slowly Fawn looked at his arm and rolled quickly wrapping her leg around his arm and her arm went under his chin extending it to the side. Slowly Fawn turned in the dirt and her bodysuit squeaked as she came around to make him face the other acolytes and she squeezed her thighs stretching them out as she heard a pop as the Arkanians shoulder dislocated and her face shot up with her eyes glowing yellow as a sadistic laugh escaped her throat and her words came out as her free hand began brushing away the long black hair. "Hahahahaha it is time marauder."

With a look around Fawn's grin became a snarl as her lips curled back and a guttural sound escaped from her mouth as it reeled back and snapped forward like a viper on the marauders pale flesh making it stained with blood that squirted into her mouth in a rush of copper and heat. Slowly Fawn tilted her head from side to side as she tore and bite at his shoulder and came up with a sinew of muscle in her mouth as she tore it with a snap and lapped at the blood moaning with pleasure and slowly her eyes opened up as she gave a cat with cream smile as she spoke into the marauders ear and looked making sure he saw the others as she moved and rolled over him coming to the side of his chest and looking down at him. as she ran a finger over the glistening bone of his shoulder and then looked at the red of the muscle and the paleness of his flesh with a grin.

"You see marauder I am going to let you live, not without a mark of course. A little something to remember our time together and maybe next time you will remember that it isn't the fastest." Motions to Andraste. "It isn't the strongest." Motions to Gabriel. "And it is not the most powerful." Motions to Iniquitous with a back tilt of her head. "It is the one who hungers for it that wins. Think about that lest you find yourself on my rack." With a grin Fawn moved her one leg up as she slid Telkanins wrist between the heel and toe and stretched it out while her other came up into a splits as she put it on his chest and pressed him to the ground. she gnawed at the muscle and pulled away parts of the pectoral muscle as it ripped and Fawn laughed as blood and flesh bits slid down her chin and she looked around licking her lips. As she pressed her hands to her chest and squeezed her breasts in her bodysuit bringing them up and smearing the blood into a near crimson mask on her pink flesh as her head came down and looked at the length of his arm with a sadistic.

Slowly and delicately Fawn licked a line down his arm as she came to his elbow and her half parted lips curled back as she bit down tearing at the flesh and muscle as she felt her teeth hit the bone and tear into the connective tissue of the elbow as she writhed on top of Telkanin and pressed her body closer as she licked at the blood squirting out of his arm and picked up his hand as she grazed her teeth along his forearm and slowly she bit down as she used her teeth to make a ribbon of his flesh and pulled it up tearing it away and she spoke with a laugh. "Oh my sweet I wonder something. Do you like my insides the parts you can't see? Cause I like yours and if this keeps up I will see them." With a look back at Telkanin Fawn quickly moved back up his arm to his face and planted a kiss on his cheek as she spoke and licked his lower bit biting down on it and drawing blood as she whispered in his ear. "Sweet prince may droves of devils wing you to rest."

With a laugh as she came away with flesh on her face, slowly Fawn stood up and kept her heel on Telkanin's chest and throat as she pressed down and dug the heel into his sternum and tilted her head back letting out an animalistic roar as she slowly turned around and looked at the other four acolytes with her yellow eyes on fire and laughed putting a hand to her face as she came away with a strip of flesh and held it above her mouth swallowing with a gulp. With a laugh Fawn brought both her hands up and half closed her eyes as she let out a sadistic laugh and held up her hands close to her chest like claws as she looked at the caked blood and dirt with amusement and interest then slowly she spoke. "I tasted his soul and it was bitter, but I liked it because it was bitter. I liked it because it was mine and now he is mine. " Slowly Fawn looked at the others as she came out of her ramblings and looked around as she stomped down on the chest and throat of Telkanin and came forward.

Slowly Fawn walked with a strut as she looked at Gabriel and Iniquitous and laughed wickedly kneeling down and slowly delicately picking up Telkanin's lightsaber as she dusted it off. With a grin Fawn walked towards Andelka and she slowly spoke licking her now ruby red lips as tiny lines of blood went down her chin and her hand held out the lightsaber with a smile in her palm. "A gift for the pretty pretty with the flowers, he insulted you and now his mistake has been carved into his flesh." Slowly Fawn looked more at the girl as she grinned and stood beside Andelka. "You should stop by my room later and we can have a bite I would love to see that amazing ability of yours in private." Slowly Fawn tilted her head up as she spoke and giggled looking at the sky that didn't have anything in it. "I named all the stars you know, everyone the same name it is terribly confusing." With a look Fawn finally noticed that people might be staring at her and she smiled as she waved with her best serial killer grin that reached her eyes as they burned yellow then smouldered with her satiated hunger.

Fawn looked away from Andelka as she looked and finally noticed the large master with the marauders. Her bloodlust had been sated and slowly Fawn walked as she looked at the large sith lord and bowed coming near Kant and running a hand covered in blood on his face as she spoke looking at the other marauders with a grin and wink. "Master I did not see you, the voices wouldn't let me." With another grin Fawn looked at Weiss as she grinned bringing a finger up to her mouth as she smeared a little of the blood in a streak down her chin and throat stopping at her collar.

[I would like to thank Endling (it is weird to call you mama) and Shinjo for helping me with this post and double checking my work]

 

[Sreeya]

She grinned when Gabriel and Inquitous made short work of the Marauder. However, the Arkanian was still inches away from death. A moment later, another acolyte that had been doing nothing for the most part abruptly came up and decided to treat Telkanin as an all you can eat buffet. Andraste simply raised an eyebrow before turning to Vereor. He was the biggest source of concern for her, as she was truly terrified of him like this.

As she watched Vereor pin her alchemist master against a rocky outcrop, her eyes widened. The sight was jarring, as Azool had always treated her as an inferior. To see one Master display a show of authority over the other was shocking, to say the least. She half hoped Azool wouldn't take his rage out on her as a result. Despite that, however, she couldn't help but have to cough to hold back laughter as Vereor promptly tripped a Marauder for blabbering away. Andraste looked to both Inquitous and Gabriel, backing off from the group. For her, the fight was over. She knew better than to make a fool of herself in Vereor's presence.

 

[Gambler]

Gabriel waited until the... girl finished. He flinched when the lightsaber began it's path towards him. Thankfully, it had magically changed its trajectory to land in Fawn's hand. If it hadn't, who knew what would have happened to Gabriel. He was too close to the Arkanian to have easily blocked the throw. He could have dodged it, but there was the chance the it would still have taken a piece of him with it.

"She would let you live," he said, crouching next to the Arkanian. He drew his thumb along what remained of the former marauder's jaw. Gently, he eased Telkanin's lips apart. "I won't." He spared a glance for Fawn.

"Oops," he said, flicking a Force push in her direction mid-strut. He slid his training saber down the Arkanian's throat. He push past what little resistance was left until only the hilt of his blade remained visible. Crimson hands relinquished the borrowed training saber.

"Apologies, my lord," he murmured. "This is my first day on Korriban. I have yet to understand the code of conduct."

 

[Brand]

Iniquitous watched with a grim satisfaction as Gabriel's blade was driven deep down the Marauder's throat. The girl, Fawn, was a damned fool. She was also insane, Iniquitous had decided, but he would deal with her later if it was necessary to do so.

He stepped forward as Gabriel finished the job, barring the way between Fawn and Makkun. She would go through him to reach her prey.

Weakness. Fawn had shown mercy, even a twisted kind of mercy, to the Sorcerer, and his death felt satisfying in Iniquitous' core.

"Through victory my chains are broken."

He turned and spat with disdain on the Sorceror's corpse. He extended his reach in the Force, examining the body and making sure no life whatsoever remained in the Marauder's corpose, but he was thoroughly dead. Blood still ran from the numerous wounds around his body and the disgusting bites. Iniquitous drew his hand back, the remaining training sword in his hand, and brought it down, making a similar cast with the blade but projecting it downwards to lodge straight into his chest. A fleshy 'thump' rang through the area as the blade embedded itself into the ground, sticking straight through the marauder's torso.

Iniquitous turned as the Sith Lord addressed the acolytes. He was frustrated with the Barabel's own lack of regard for their kill, but he dialed down his rage as he clearly recognized the anger in the Master's voice. The adrenaline still pumped hot through his veins but he was not ready to cross a Darth... not yet.

"My... apologies, my lord," he said, his voice still dripping with anger as the dark side flowed through his body. "This one was not worthy of life, and he has been smote down like the rat he was in life."

 

[Rom]

Staring in what could only be described as mild disgust, Vereor watched without comment as the Zeltron acolyte quite literally came out of nowhere and tore the man apart. Vereor had been watching this dispute from the beginning... and not once had he seen this acolyte feel threatened or take part in the defense. She quite literally just tore a man apart for no other reason besides her blood lust. Hissing softly, Vereor's tail snapped out as he gathered dark side energy into his body, sure to gain the attention of just about every Sith in the Valley as he turned his body into a conduit of the Hungry One, a visible aura of an all consuming darkness and crackling lightning surrounding him. Anyone who could see his face would note that his blood red eyes had turned an inky black, the yellow irises standing out like suns in the darkness of space.

Reaching out a hand, Vereor let out a growl as he clenched his fist and four long spears of dark side energy appeared, surrounding the blood covered humanoid. Tail snapping out like a whip, Vereor held his lightsaber in an iron grip, the only thing stopping the cracking of the hilt being his own rapidly disappearing self control. "Perhapz the voicez should realize that in causing your little episode, they've ensured their own destruction. If you had been listening, you may have heard this one specifically demand that unlezz you have a valid reason, you do not pick a fight for the sake of senseless blood lust. The other acolytez were within their right to defend themselves and kill the Marauder... your bloodthirsty display on the other hand, was unwarranted and goez contrary to this one'z commands."

"You defile the name of Sith, and this one will not allow you to taint it further."

With a flick of his wrist the spears of midnight black flew forward, the darkside energy crackling as the four black lines of energy moved to tear through the space the Zeltron occupied. Raising his saber, Vereor moved in swiftly in the wake of the spears; should she dodge all four fast moving projectiles that had surrounded her, the barabel would simply use his lightsaber to end her existence.

 

[Rom]

As the spears of darkside energy whistled in towards the soft pink flesh of their target, the cannibal Zeltron acolyte attempted to move out of the way, her body contorting in an almost sensual manner only to be spent into a hard spin to the left as one of the spears slammed into her shoulder; a spray of gore and the cracking of bone the only sign that the black spear even existed, having vanished after clipping through her shoulder and collarbone. Crying out in pain, her arm flopping uselessly at her side, the blood drenched Zeltron only had time to scream before another spear slammed into her torso.

Doubling over and clutching at the smoking hole in her abdomen that gave way to falling entrails, the zeltron choked out a pained sob before falling to her knees just in time to have the final sphere slam into the small of her back and knocked her forward. Fawn only had a moment to fight against the pain that overwhelmed her to open her eyes, and in that moment her vision was encompassed by a solid bar of red light arcing up from the ground towards her face.

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Deactivating his saber with a muted snap-hiss, Vereor reached out with the Force to pick up the body and hurled it out towards the desert, leaving the head laying where it had rolled. Hissing in annoyance, his tail snapping out in anger, the reptilian Sith muttered in a soft voice that carried throughout the area, "Her body shall feed the tu'kata.... and this one expectz that thiz will be the end of such inept stupidity."

Pulling the hood of his cloak up, Vereor clipped his own lightsaber back onto his belt and summoned the fallen lightsaber of the now dead cannibal to his hand before gathering the darkside throughout his body and leaping high into the sky, vanishing in the gathering dusk towards the clifftop vigil high above he had maintained before the fight had begun without a sound.