Dark Hearts [AKA Giant Sith Techno Party]

[Gambler]

Chaos once again reigned supreme. The situation fell into pieces, on Sith attacking the other with little preamble. Gabriel shared a glance with the other acolytes. Opportunities forged alliances. His grip tightened on his new blade. It was lighter than what he was used to. But it would suffice.

Rocks were everywhere in the Valley of Dark Lords. Gabriel's eyes fell on one behind the Arkanian. It was too big to be called a rock. Too misshapen, too rough. It was a boulder in its rawest form. Perfect.

Gabriel's hand rose, palm beckoning. The boulder heeded his call. It flew through the air, soaring towards the Arkanian's upper torso.

 

[Sreeya]

Everything seemed to slow down for Andraste. The lightning, the words, the actions, everything was a slow blur. She closed her eyes for just a moment, not needing to open them to see and understand exactly what was happening. When she opened them again, she was transported back to reality. Right as Gabriel launched the boulder at Makkun, she jumped into action, ducking out of the way of anyone around her. She had opened up a telepathic link with Gabriel and Inquitous.

Without a word, she applied a massive Force pull to the Arkanian's legs. This was a forward motion meant to work right along with Gabriel launching the boulder. As a result, he would lose his footing because he was evading attacks and distracted, and it would make him fall backwards into the incoming boulder.

 

[Syn]

Fawn perked up her head as she moved and crouched low listening and looking at the others tracking with her eyes and slowly she slid her hand over the hilt of her saber and she slid her hand under the hooked blade as she took it into her hand and watched another appear from the dunes as she remained low and didn't activate her saber but slid a knife from he belt letting it rest in her hand as she looked at the others with a grin. "Want to join in the fun lovelies? We can make art with his flesh."

 

[Dmitri]

Geist was disappointed that Makkun extinguished the shuriken. Makkun then unleashed Force Lightning. Geist had been prepared for a counterattack and instantly used his Force Push to repel him away from Makkun, about fifteen feet. Geist ignited his lightsaber again and used it as a lightning rod.

"I had tried to help, but it was you who made me an enemy, not me," said Geist. He had reacted instinctively and was calming down. "I tried to help you. Please, apologize to these acolytes now. There's still hope, even if a very low probability. I don't want to fight you and see no real reason to kill you. Stop this foolishness now."

However, Geist's pleas were drowned out by Azool's arrival, yelling at him.

Are you an idiot? thought Geist. I tried to save Makkun.

It was true. There were few moves he could make. If he just went and bailed out Makkun, the acolytes would see him as just trying to cover for a friend. Thus, he went out and made himself seem as if vexed at Makkun and wanting Makkun to stop his foolishness.

Azool took out his own Sith sword. Using the sword as a nexus, Azool had unleashed a wave of Force Lightning. Geist immediately called upon his alchemy and telekinesis. Turning the rocking ground into sand, Geist had blow the sand in the path of the Force Lightning to intercept the attack.

One Marauder was something, but two were another story. Geist propelled himself farther from Makkun, which in effect propelled him away from Azool.

"Let us not fight, Azool," requested Geist.

 

[Brand]

Iniquitous watched as the acolytes plan slowly came into its fruition. The dark side was palpable in the room and he sucked it up, feeling himself fall into instinct. Iniquitous watched and timed his action as perfectly as he could as the Marauders engaged in combat, leaving their original, Makkun, open once more.

His partners had initiated the attack, and Iniquitous, rage pumping in his ears, rushed forward, his blade held out to his side.

Iniquitous came quickly, moving in as Andraste moved to trip and Gabriel sent in his boulder. Iniquitous' blade whistled through the air as he brought it in towards the middle of Makkun's hip, covering the distance in a matter of seconds with a move that was designed to paralyze the leg as a result of the tinky pelko barbs. His attack worked to hopefully cripple the Marauder and leave him on only one leg.

 

[Kant]

About this time John Kant landed on the planet. He had been busy with training for the last few days and today was no exception. He was lucky to be here at all given how late his training had gone, but he decided that late was indeed better never. He landed in his ship and began the short walk toward the place where the force told him the Sith were to meet. He walked to the top of a hill was greeted by the extremely surprising sight of all the Sith fighting. He rushed down the hill to see what was going igniting his lightsaber and flicking his wrist blaster to safety off as he ran. When he reached the bottom he saw that a man who he recognized as Azool was attacking his friend and trainer Geist Weiss. He used force speed to rush to his master's side just his master made one last plea to Azool"Let us not fight, Azool,". "I agree, I have nothing at all against you, but this man is my friend and my trainer. I am afraid that if you come after him you shall have to come after me as well." He kept his blaster trained on his opponent's chest and his saber out in front ready to parry any attacks.

 

[Rom]

Standing on a vista high above the growing battle royal below him, Darth Vereor snarled in frustration as he watched the fight explode into epic proportions. Inner robes billowing in the high wind that seemed to kick up just as he reached down into the Force, his power spreading outward pervasively. Pulling his fang hilt saber off of his belt, the Barabel Darth prepared to leap down to end the fight before a thought crossed his mind. This would be a good measure of the strength of the current stream of acolytes, and a test of the worthiness of the Sith Marauders engaging in open combat.

As the Warmaster, it was his duty to stay aware of the combat strengths of Sith who would soon be serving on the front lines. Pulling the Force to him so it spread throughout his entire body, filling him with a powerful rage that only seemed to grow until a dark aura spread out over him, visible to anyone who happened to be looking. He wouldnt intervene... yet. But the moment the fight grew out of hand, he would be there. There was no point in the Sith Order wiping itself out before they even took a crack at the Jedi Order.

 

[Vonlin]

Azool couldn't believe what he was seeing, Geist was stupid enough to try to block Sith lightning with a puff of sand in the air? The Falleen sneered as the lighting simply streaked through all of the openings that would still be left in the air, the lighting would contiune on its original path and connect with Geist's chest. Only a solid object had the chance of halting the barrage of lightning, a puff of sand to lighting was like water slipping through a net.

The dark lighting streaked out through Geist's body severely burning his skin and more importantly locking him up and stunning him, preventing him from moving. "Don't beg for mercy to me whelp!" Azool with the sword pointed still at Geist simply continued to charge lighting into Geist's body, maintaining the relentless assault.

 

[Count Sam]

"Well isn't that great we got two Marauders attacking people randomly and for no reason." Vanderguff hissed as he activated his lightsaber, and stood next to Geist making it clear that he was supporting him and that he would fight next to him.

"I think it would be better if everyone one just left before a Dark lord notices what is happening and gets angered. The fight is already over gentlemen...it would be great if you can keep your energy and rage for the Jedi. We really should not anger our masters and Emperor for some childlish reasons." He added as he took a defensive position and waited for everyone's reaction.

However it seemed that Azool was not stopping so Vanderguff finally decided to act as he gathered the force around and sent a huge powerful wave of kinetic energy toward Azool. Gladly, the attack moved a huge portion of sand toward Azool so it was not meant to injur only, but blind as well for a few seconds.

 

[Endling vas Precious]

[Thread has been closed. It's getting out of control.
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[OoC: Holy shit, this thread exploded!

Also, Tuesday is not real. He is a delusion created by Andelka, he is the rational part of her brain: The voice of reason. Her mind was fractured after the death of her parents, and Tuesday was unknowingly created as a coping mechanism.]

It was like a blur. Everyone was rushing around her, yelling and swinging their blades.

'Enough!'

Andelka stood suddenly, rising to her feet and bellowing like a feral beast. Dark energies swirled at her fingers, crackling like the static of a lightning storm. She looked over every one in the circle, cold eyes wide and brows furrowed as if she were calculating some complex and impossible formula. She looked to the lascivious Zeltron, to the boiling Arkanian, to the mysterious Andraste, to the other Acolytes steeped in sin, and finally to Geist. The older marauders were spitting like animals, some of them jeering and threatening with weapons and strange blades.

Tuesday sat beside her, almost pleased as he watched.

Her fingers were spread so far apart that the webbing between each digit began to burn. In the strange circle of malice they had formed, the ground in the middle began to glow a white-hot, smoking rising up in strange curls. She twisted and pulled her hands, lips drawn tight in concentration, watching as a large lump of molten earth rose from the ground. She walked over, kneeling, focusing her attention on her fingers to make them impervious to the heat.

'Some of you mock us who use Alchemy to create beauty,' she said assertively. It was not in her nature, but she had come here to watch the sunset. And it was gone, now. She dug her hands into the mound of liquid sand. She was forming a large, curling stem, pulling the leaves and thorns out like a skilled glass-maker would. The petals were large and meticulous, her fingers working delicately to make them razor-sharp yet appealing to the eye. The double-edged sword of vanity.

She stood up, using The Force to keep the wobbly still-hot glass from falling over. And suddenly as she had started, she was finished. It took a few quick hand gestures for the glass to cool and she sat back down, drawing her knees to her chest in the same manner when she first came here.

Andelka looked at her creation: A large, gleaming glass flower in the middle of a barren waste, petals and leaves as sharp as any sword.

'Touch it,' she said, not addressing anyone in particular. 'I dare you.' Tuesday had curled up beside her. 'Beauty is just as deadly as any blade.'

After a few moments of silence, Andelka rose to her feet, and dusted her self off.

'You call yourselves Sith?' She had resumed her quiet, analytic nature, still a tad bit embarrassed that she had exploded like that. She was supposed to save that side of her for the canvas. 'If we are to be evil, we must appreciate good.' She looked up the sky, the stars twinkling with jovial mirth. She smiled weakly. 'The wages of sin are not measured by one's actions alone,' she walked over to her flower, running her fingers carefully over the glass edges. 'They are measured by reactions. If there is no one around to witness evil, is evil valid? The beauty of my creations are being judged right now, so tell me, what do you all think?'

She crossed her arms over her chest, defiant almost, challenging. She did not come here to be mocked like some bitter child. She came here to appreciate the allure of The Dark Lords.

 

[Dread]

Another pair of footsteps added tension to the already electrified air. Silas' figure took shape from a collection of shadows. He smiled madly. The shadows on his face alive, distorting his features. When the shadow's cleared away they left a slender, short man lingering behind the moronic marauder who called himself Vanderguff.

He gripped the hilt of his lightsaber. His saber ignited, three times in quick succession. The crimson casting a sick light over his robed form as he joined in the battle.

"Mm...well I couldn't just sit around and not join in the fun," Silas murmured.

He had kept to himself at the start of the fight, expecting that the idiot marauder would of backed down by now. Instead, the marauder ran his mouth again. It was a wonder how the man had made it to his rank in the first place. Then another marauder idiotically decided to defend the other. That was when Silas decided to step in. These two needed to learn a lesson.

 

[Dmitri]

Geist realized his mistake at once. Sand tended to be able to stop regular Force Lightning, but Azool's Force Lightining was enhanced by the Sith Sword.

Geist felt the lightning strike through him, his skin charred where the lightning had struck. Azool was continuing the attack and Geist knew he had to react quickly. Igniting his lightsaber, he used it as a lightning rod as he had done against Makkun.

Geist groaned as he stood up. He was a little wobbly but managed to stand. He used the Sith Sword as support.

"How pathetic," said Geist. "You can't beat your competition fairly, which would prove yourself as the better skilled alchemist, but instead have to resort to such petty tricks that only prove that your skills in alchemy are weaker. You see me as an obstacle. If I'm gone, obviously the weaker alchemists would seem better."

Geist's taunts were a distraction his real goal. The Sith Marauder telekinetically picked up rocks that were located behind Azool at an angle, as to hide them from view and prevent them from striking Geist if Azool dodged it.

As this attack happened, Geist noticed something approach them. This presence. Darth Vereor?!

 

[Ser Gregor]

Admin: Weiss you didn't even hint at creating a doppleganger in your posts, and that's a pretty powerful technique, so that can't happen.

Edit the posts if possible, if too many people have posted, remember it can't happen again.

 

[Rom]

Leaping off of the clip into a front flip, Vereor let loose the Dark Side energy he had been gathering with an explosive roar, Vereor dropped down into a crouch and pressed both palms down into the ground while pushing out with the Force, causing the ground to rupture with cracks splitting off for several yards. Igniting his lightsaber with a sharp snap-hiss, the Barabel sith Lord drew himself up to his full height and said in a low hiss that echoed loudly and stopped anyone with a wish to keep their life in their tracks, his tail snapping out like a whip threateningly. "What iz it exactly that you all think you're doing?"

((See OOC thread people))

 

[shinjo97]

Telkanin knew he was in trouble. It didn't matter that they were Acolytes; they were coming all at once, and were working together quite well. He spun and shattered the boulder, lessening the damage from crushing him to sending shards of stone into his body here and there. He bit back the pain and then felt his legs go out from underneath him. His Force awareness alerted him that the Acolyte was coming in with an attack, and so he did the only he could; he sent a condensed blast of Dark Side energy towards the Acolyte in a Force Push. He did the best he could in that quick moment of power up, but it wasn't as strong as he would've like.

He clenched his teeth and pulled out the shards of rocks that had embedded themselves into him. The wounds weren't deep, but there were several minor ones. Growling, Telkanin closed his hand into a fist, crunching the shards together into a spear-like structure. He turned and hurled it towards the Acolyte that had thrown the boulder. "You insignificant brats! I'll make you pay!" he snarled as he threw the somewhat weak earthen-spear, directing the words at all of the Acolytes. The spear was skinny, but could still do obvious damage. Just... not as much as he would've liked. He was letting his anger affect his attacks, too. He closed his eyes for a moment, using his anger to drown out the pain from the various wounds that had come from the shards. It still hurt, and he was bleeding, but he would survive.

That's when the Darth Vereor arrived, landing in the midst of the two different skirmishes with a boom-like sound. "What iz it exactly that you all think you're doing?" Vereor had said angrily. Telkanin turned and stared at Vereor for a moment, and then tried to come up with a reply to the Darth's question. He kept himself at the ready, so he could spring easily into action if any of the Acolytes made another move, which could easily happen if any of them had managed to avoid his attacks. He threw another look towards the three Acolytes as his attacks reached the point where they'd either be successful or fail, then faced Vereor completely.

"My Lord, this fight has erupted because of these fools here turning an insult against a flower into an insult against the Empire. They continued to enrage me further with insults and otherwise, and so I thought to teach them a lesson in respect," he said, trying to keep the annoyance out of his voice. He was tense, ready to spring back towards any of the Acolytes as soon as they tried to make another move on him. He knew he sounded like a tattle-tale, but he was infuriated at the moment, and he simply didn't care all that much for anything other than severely harming those Acolytes, and in more ways than one.​

 

[Sreeya]

Andraste was quick on her feet, never staying in one place for more than a second. She knew, as an acolyte, she was greatly disadvantaged, but so were her peers. She glanced over at both Gabriel and Inquitious, and finally spotted Andelka. Her eyes went wide in shock. As Telkanin launched his counter attacks, Andraste darted past the others and reached Andelka.

"What are you doing?! It's dangerous!"

She grabbed Andelka by the arm and yanked her so she stood behind her. Andraste's heart was pounding against her chest. She quickly reached into her pocket and brought out four glass flowers. Without hesitation, she launched the flowers, stems facing towards the Arkanian. They were in box formation, aimed right for his neck and upper chest. With the Force carrying them, they moved like bullets, enough to pierce through his vitals and exit the other side. If he did anything to break them or bat them aside, the thin, small shards would pepper him completely and pour into his bloodstream. As she tossed the flowers, Andraste sent a quick telepathic message to Inquitious.

"Catch!"

With that, she let her extra durasteel sword sail through the air for him to snatch up. She turned to Andelka, glancing around to watch out for more attacks. That was when Vereor's voice rang out across the field. She had to do a double take, not used to seeing him like this. She scowled at Telkanin as she relayed a telepathic message to the Sith Lord.

"That fool attacked us acolytes over mere words. We consider him unworthy and wish to end him."

 

[Brand]

Iniquitous let out a ferocious curse as the Marauder sent a Force Push directly at him. It was fairly weak, yet was nuisance enough that he stopped his charge short and caused him to sidestep, losing all of his former momentum.

Iniquitous backflipped, using the Force to guide him backwards to put distance between himself and the Sorcerer (who's lightsaber appeared much more potent only five yards away). Andraste sent her deadly glass flowers flying towards Telkanin and Iniquitous knew that he had the opportunity to press the attack as well.

Andraste nudged Iniquitous within the Force, and he turned his head, easily catching the second blade she tossed to him. A grin formed on his face as he drew his arm back, set his sights on Makkun, and cast the sword forward.

The blade spun forwards quickly, rotating end over end, it's trajectory and speed maintained by the Force. Beads of sweat ran down his forehead, but Iniquitous concentrated to try and insure the weapon would reach it's mark, aimed at the Sorceror's mid-lower torso. With the powerfully weighted durasteel blade any impact on the Sith's body was likely to shatter bones in addition to the paralysis and severe burning it would inflict.

Iniquitous let out a cackle of maniacal laughter before turning his head to Gabriel, his eyes alight with the intense fire of the dark side.

"Tag, you're it!"

 

[Gambler]

Darkness ascended. The Valley of Dark Lords ran red. Ants crawled along the ground. Alone they were nothing. Together they brought down a spider. Weakness overcame individual strength.

Gabriel ducked beneath the spear. Air brushed the back of his neck in its passing. Brittle rock shattered against the ground a few paces away. He sneered. The Arkanian had the subtlety of a child.

"End game," he said. Iniquitous' words echoed on his lips. Common intent mirrored in his heart. Gabriel sneered.

He lurched after Iniquitous' sword. Sand sprayed beneath his feet. His grip shifted on his blade in his rush. A few steps away he brought his blade to bear. Both hands on the hilt, he drove it forth. It soared forward, following the Arkanian's mouth. Gabriel's eyes glittered. He was going to drive his blade down the Arkanian's throat.

"It appears... the Acolytes strike back."

 

[Endling vas Precious]

Apparently her large glass flower hadn't worked. She was surprised it was still standing, considering all of the fighting that was exploding around of her. Someone had made cracks in the ground; it was an astounding presence in The Force, slightly knocking her off balance from the blow. Andelka was too preoccupied to see who exactly had caused the ground to fissure, but her sculpture was still intact. As if the cloud of fog that had been encircling her was lifted, Andraste's voice was in her ear. She was pulled behind her, watching as the Acolyte pulled glass flowers from her pocket, sending them flying like high-speed shots towards the Arkanian.

'What do I do? What...I'm--I'll surely perish!'

Andelka decided the best course of action would be to mimic Andraste. Stepping out from behind her, she sprinted over beside her large glass flower, still astounded she had been able to create the sculpture in the midst of chaos. How could she not notice the battle before her? Perhaps that's why Tuesday was running around, dodging attacks and whispering harshly to her.

Lining up the flower with the Arkanian, she closed her eyes, focusing her energy. Sweat began to form on her brow as she concentrated. Snapping her eyes open, she shoved her hands forward, watching as the energy from her Force Push shattered the large flower. She had to be precise, if she missed she would hit Gabriel.

With a gruff yell, she sent the various broken pieces of glass towards the Marauder, the pieces aimed at his side. Some pieces were as big as her hand, others small and jagged. They were sharp: Beauty aimed to seriously maim or kill.

Andelka ran back to Andraste's side.

'Ironic, isn't it?' She huffed. 'To mock beauty and then be hurt by it.'

How could she have not seen him? His prescence was like a plague, it enveloped and beckoned for you to listen. Was that a whip? Wide-eyed, Andelka nodded quickly to Tuesday.

'My Lord, this Marauder, it seems--I am merely defending myself--his temper has proved to be his downfall.'

 

[Kant]

John was just starting his attacks when he saw and heard the Sith lord. He quickly stopped and answered the Sith lord. "My lord I showed up to this party in time to see my trainer, Geist Weiss, fighting with two other Marauders, Azool and Telkanin. As I entered into the fight in order to try to save my master, three of the four acolytes began to attack Telkanin. This would have made the Azool Vs. Weiss fight a fair one. I have no idea what they were fighting about, but just after I arrived my trainer tried to convince Azool to stop attacking him. As a show of good faith my trainer did not try to counter Azool's attacks and left himself open to Azool's attacks if he chose to renew them. Azool, in a very cowardly manner, chose to attack him while his defenses were down and he was asking for peace. Azool damaged Geist Weiss, but did not manage to kill him. Weiss was injured in his attacks and the fight would have been unfairly tilted toward Azool. This combined with the cowardly fashion in which Azool struck is the reason that I am involved in this fight my lord. Weiss is also my trainer and I am bound, my lord, to try to protect him. Also, if I may point out, Weiss is one of Azool's biggest competitors he doubtlessly made this cowardly attack in order to try to eliminate one of his competitors. Such a man does not, in my opinion, belong in the Sith, and, if you will let me and Weiss finish the fight, we shall rid it of him. If you will not let Weiss continue then I beg you my lord to let me do it myself. I am not afraid." He stood ready to continue his attacks with his saber pointed outward toward Azool and his blaster hand directly underneath ready to either shoot or grab the grip of the saber.