Quest for Chora

[Crystalmath]

ExGal-4 was a station built on Belkadan over a thousand years ago to study the unknown regions of space. It was a walled area, with a large blast-door for entry and inside were several buildings spaced around a clearing. Many of these buildings had since fallen into disrepair as this site had succumbed to the Yuuzhan Vong invasion many decades ago. Standing in the clearing, Ichabod Jayce casually puffed on a cigarette as he admired the decaying structures, finding their state added a sort of beauty to the landscape, gave it character.

Glancing over his shoulder, he looked back at the main building, wherein Sith Master Ila Baranova kept watch over the unconscious body of Chora. Chora was virtually naked and disarmed, chained to a wall with her hands and feet bound. Attached to her veins were drips that gave her a constant but very mild flow of Rancor tranquilizer, under normal conditions it would kill a man, and that's what Ichabod was going for. If Matsu was late for the rescue of her lover, Chora would die. She still had two hours.

Taking a drag from his cigarette, Ichabod twirled Chora's double-bladed lightsaber around his fingers before slotting it back into the holster in his thigh compartment which closed around it. Glaring at the blaster doors, Ichabod continued to wait.

 

[Syn]

Matsu had arrived, it was a dangerous game to be here but as she moved and went breathed deeply. She had to get Chora and Ichabod she did remember. She was a Marshal and such had on some of her armor mainly the gauntlets at her wrists she had her lightsabers in her pockets and her robes over the gauntlets hiding her tanto and blade. She was prepared and the Harrowing was ready to jump in and get them out. She approached the door and didn't wait for it to open instead Matsu just clenched her fists and phased as she ran through and stood there ready. She could see Chora out of the corner of her eye and her heart sank but she kept her face blank as she spoke. "Let her go."

 

[Crystalmath]

Ichabod grinned at Matsu's entrance, he could sense her a mile away though her appearance, merely phasing through the door did come as something of a suprise to him, indeed she was as powerful as his memories portrayed her. Having passed through the outer wall, Matsu would find spotlights blare down on her as soon as she entered, illuminating the courtyard of the facility, occupied solely by Ichabod and herself. The activation of the spotlights would send a signal to Ichabods fellow Sith, letting Ila know Matsu had arrived with a beep as well as lighting the area showing the scenery of weeds that had overgrown the concrete pathway that kept them each several meters apart. Diagonally behind Ichabod was the main building wherein Chora was being kept captive.

In the time they had to set up, a large-scale projection was being displayed on the front of the building, a camera focused on Ila and Chora showing Chora's current state in a massive image that stretched across the walls and windows.

Ichabod stifled a laugh, as Matsu spoke, flicking the ash from his smoke as he waved his hand around, "Ah well, although it's fantastic you're here, I'm afraid I can't release your lover right this instant." Taking another drag from his cigarette, Ichabod let out a puff of smoke that was highly visible with the angle of the lighting. Giving Matsu a scornful glare, Ichabod's voice lowered into a growl, "The great Matsu Ike, you know you were the first Jedi I ever met? The very first. You let me go that day and ever since I've been beating Jedi senseless left, right and center. Want to know why? Because out of every single one I crossed paths with, you were always more powerful and so I could never beat 'You'."

 

[Syn]

Matsu looked at the sith as she didn't move and didn't react to the lights. All she did was focus on herself and speak while slowly gathering energy. "I am no longer a jedi and the council is corrupt they care more for their position then anything else. The jedi in their charge are fighting for power and not the people." Matsu wasn't lying she really had no feelings for the jedi their inability to accept anything other then the grandmaster was sad but in a battle they didn't have the people it was for a mans ego and pride. "If you release her and walk away I let you get as strong as you want. You can challenge me in public and I'll accept."

 

[Crystalmath]

"I heard about that actually," Ichabod mused, crossing his arms, "But no, not happening, for how does that help me? That makes all of this pointless though I like the offer of you being at my beck and call."

Flicking a hand up, Ichabod brushed his hair from his eyes before continuing, "I want you to make me stronger. You're what? Twenty something? That's your only bargaining chip with me right now, you're knowledge, your power. I want it."

The air would be telekinetically pressed in around Matsu to ensure she wasn't a mere projection as Ichabod continued, "Being able to phase through walls is an amazing skill, one I've never seen accomplished."

 

[Veritas et Lux]

The large projection of both Chora and herself maintained itself fixated upon the wall. A silent breeze swept through outside where Ichabod and Matsu were speaking, causing small amounts of dust to spiral upwards, revealing the beam of light between the wall and the projector. It would be impossible for Matsu not to see the image of Chora dangling upon the dungeon like wall, free of clothing. Ila stood beside her too though, a sight even less likely to miss by the 'great jedi master'.
Ila's mask seemed to add to the mystery of Chora's benefactress, for neither she or Matsu had encountered before today.

Ila's hand grazed the green skin on Chora's face, and with her gloved finger did she gently play with the strand of hair that loosely hung down her left cheek.
She moved her finger slowly across the cheek and down to her chin, lifting her face upwards to reveal the neck area.

Turning back towards the camera, Ila stepped aside, hands still upon Chora's head to rest her index finger across the center of Chora's throat. This position was fixated now and Ila would appear like a statue with virtually no movement as she watched the holodisplay before her, the events transpiring outside.

 

[Syn]

Matsu was indeed real and she listened paying attention to Chora as she also looked at Ichabod and kept gathering energy. When she felt the brushes of energy she shifted using her hands to point the palms towards it and gather it there. It was a boost but she couldn't be obvious and spoke with a grin on her face. "If you desire training threatening Chora isn't the way simply denounce your sith masters and become a pupil. I do not judge the past. But I promise you this if she dies you will see what I can do with all my knowledge. Neither of us will walk away and the Sith in there won't either." Matsu kept her face straight and gathered her thought inward as she breathed deeply and slowly feeling it expand in her chest. Her hair would move like a breeze while she grew a smirk.

 

[Crystalmath]

"Uh-uh," Ichabod smirked as he began to sense the increasing force energy surrounding Matsu, waggling his finger at her, "You try anything, anything at all and your lover dies, I will not denounce my ways, I ******* love my ways, with the Sith I have nigh total freedom for indulgence at my whim with almost no consequences."

Beginning to walk back and forth, Ichabod kept his eyes on the Ex-Jedi as he continued, "I've planned this all out to a T and I am willing to put my life on the line for my own plans I have that much confidence in my abilities, it's not arrogance when you know what you're doing and I know exactly what I'm doing."

Standing still again, Ichabod glared at Matsu, "Open a telepathic connection between us so I can sense and memorise every action you undertake as you begin to practice some of your more advanced force techniques so I can study them later, affect me in any way and my assistant kills your lover. You have, oh, an hour and 15 minutes before Chora succumbs completely and dies, I suggest we get to it."

 

[Syn]

Matsu looked at the sith and then started to laugh as she spoke. "You don't want to be in my head Ichabod, and the answer isn't in my movements. It is innate I see and read and do and can remember after one lesson." Matsu moved quickly as she remained still and then ran to stand in front of the sith with her head tilted a little to meet his eyes. Then she reached out and spoke. "It is going to hurt, but if it saves Chora I can show you how to phase. If you deceive Ichabod... I will show you there are so many things worse then death."

 

[Mars]

Oh how the hero will fall.

The Imperial Knights had been taking it hard from the Sith recently and today would be no different. Shit was about to go down. Azrael revealed himself, the Warmaster of the Sith dropping his powerful Force cloak to reveal him dressed in purple and black lightweight robes.


Matsu wouldn't have the chance to speak before the Anzati's purple-bladed lightsaber ignited in his right hand, his left hand coming up near his chest as he began his assault with a power he learned the value of in his days as an acolyte.

Despite having nearly a century of experience more in lightsaber combat, when Azrael first came to the Sith he had difficulty in duels dealing with the advanced offensive skills of some of the more advanced acolytes. As such, he found a simple solution. Force Supression, or when speaking of it's more advanced version, Force Breach, allowed the user to shut down someone's ability to use the force in any meaningful manner. To duelists who relied extensively on using the Force such as Matsu, this was devastating. Azrael, being one of the more skilled lightsaber users and needing such an edge, learned to use this very early in his career and by this point was flawless in his execution of it.

The Force breach would shut Matsu's ability to use the Force down just as a feeling of binding would fold around the young Imperial Knights legs just as Azrael launched forward at an angle with unnatural speed, ending up on Matsu's left side and slashing on a downward angle towards her left shoulder. If the strike landed, which would be rather difficult to avoid considering the the speed at which Azrael moved and the suppression of Matsu's ability to use the Force, it would cut through the woman's shoulder near her neck and cut her nearly in two.

Now go to sleep bitch, die mother*****er die, time's up, bitch, close ya eyes!

(Quoting Eminem songs, like a boss.)
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[Crystalmath]

"At this point dear Matsu," Ichabods mouth twitched into a smile as Azrael and the other Darths revealed themselves, "I'd like to see you try." With his current mental connection to Matsu, Ichabod unleashed something of a brief telepathic attack that would fill her head with white noise in the hopes of distracting her momentarily as the assault was carried out.

With the brief telepathic spasm, Ichabod pulled his mind out and focused on telekinetically bending the rays of light around Matsu's face. With swift precision he grabbed hold of all the various colour waves that surrounded Matsu and pulled them together to form a solid slate of white. From Matsu's point of view, her vision would suddenly blank as all turned to white before her, to onlookers, a thick white wall of light would have just appeared around Matsu's head as a result of Ichabods projected illusion.

 

[Veritas et Lux]

Out there, beyond the reaches of Belkadin's sun's light, eclipsed upon the other side of the planet lay dormant The Spektor. Lo, the flagship was not alone, this time surrounded by far more then four battlecruisers, but instead before the Chiss woman's presence lay her fleet-
The massive onslaught of dreadnoughts and heavy cruisers that congregate in darkness of night silently lay in patience before their orders. Within did the Chiss woman stand before the transparisteel observation window. This was the final operation within the grande scheme of things and required a great deal of tenacity and precision on her part that; Rechina and the fleet were ready to jump within a moment's notice, and the que was one that needed to happen without any warning or notice in advance, it was too risky to pull off and all Rechina and the fleet could do was wait until the order was given.

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Rechina pulled up the image upon the transparent viewscreen that overlayed the observation window. Upon the screen was a live feed of Ila and Chora, given the crucial factor that this exact live image retained, it was enlarged to fit across the entire observation window, transforming its transparency into hardly any at all. The image of the masked sith master was disturbing among the exponentially disturbing green naked woman who's private parts gave Rechina a nauseous turn beyond any other. She quickly turned her face, covering her lips with two fingers, holding back the urge to project a horrorshow spew across the deck, and producing gurgling sounds from the back of her throat. "Please!", she shouted towards the communications officer. "For the love of the ascendancy, blur that shit out!", Rechina lifted her head to speak and lower her voice mid-sentence. Hurriedly technicians with nauseated, disgusted looks upon their faces clacked upon their terminals, finally exasperating with emphasis the final click. "Done!"

The screen blurred off half of the image, roughly pixelated splotches lay left and right. Rechina turned her head to observe again, this time shaking off the urge to shudder. "Oh come on, Captain. I mean- we're blue, you can't tell m-", the admiral began to speak but was quickly cut off by Rechina's hearkened leer. "Shut it.... We're waiting on th-", Rechina's sentence was cut short too though, as the image upon the viewscreen came to a halt, the sith master's finger resting upon the unconscious girl's neck. The image was void of movement, and even more so dead of feed. It was a frozen image now, and suddenly, with a sharp turn did Rechina begin to shout. "That's our cue! Move, move! I want that ship surrounded, now!", she pointed down the bridge, barking orders left and right. "I want this fleet mobile!". Now with horrific speed, like that of a devil did the whirring engines hit the spinning modes from neutral to full throttle... Every... Last... One of them. Across the planet they swept like a second moon come alive. Dozens and dozens of ships made the trek from hallowed silent shadow to the revelation of morning's light.

The ship, a small beastly blemish upon the horizon line in comparison to the heroin fleet which snapped across the planet's space- warping the image of the massive battle ready ships as they rushed to surround the small beast. With all of the fleets' might did thirty six mixed ships drop out of dead space as if from nowhere around the miniature cruiser. There was nowhere for that ship to run- nowhere for it to jump hyperspace to with ships circling around it as if a spherical dynamo of power and terror was about to eat it alive. Quickly, before the shock and awe window that Rechina had exploited one too many times was over, The Spektor was the first to fire upon the nine-hundred meter machine with tenacity. The megamaser batteries went to work along side the ion cannons. Seven more ships, one from each bordering side of The Harrowing, opened fire upon the ship with their ion cannon batteries full blaze- to eat at the ship's shields. The Spektor's railgun batteries began crackling and hissing with every electric discharge, projectiles being shot at such intense speeds that they may damn near pass from one side of the ship to the other if made to contact. The ships were alive and bustling, the bridge of The Spektor at it's optimum output once more... Just like old times.

"I want all communications jammed, get the engineering ships on it pronto. Admiral, send orders to create the mock comm silence in its place."

"Get the siths' planetary sector quarantined off.... We're not losing this fight."

"Spektor Communications control, I want a broadcast signal out to all Sith patrol ships around the borders... Belkadin's a border world and with what we got, we may need help."

"I want sonar up on the double, no ship gets too or from the surface at all under any circumstances. Cloaking can't hide from sonar- you get a blip- I want twenty ships on it that second."


"Are the 22nd squadron fighters battle ready? Of course they are, I want them withheld until Te Harrowing is out of commission. They'll be given orders once we clos off the planet."

Rechina continued to bark the orders out- her voice booming through the flagship's bridge, her finger wagging wildly at different people with every new command. There was no margin for error, no room for screw-ups, and there was not a moment it seemed where the Captain was not speaking, orchestrating the attack....


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Ila had Chora by the throat... The frozen Image was in place isolating her from the view of Matsu and Ichabod, and so therefore she had no mercy to show. It would be more then enough to shock Matsu, at elast that was how Ila's understanding of a force bond so strong went. She stroked upon Chora's hair one last time- the disgusting falleen before her was about to die.... But the tranquilizer would take too long... No, Ila would enjoy killing her and being drenched in blood, not waiting on some petty tranquiliezer to do her job....
Ila unsheathed her pistol from the leather cord aroun her waist, the Railgun roaring in power as it's energy cell raised up and got ready to blow the girl's brains out.

"I wonder if your blood is green, dear Chora.", Ila smirked and said as she raised the railgun up without remorse.

She played with her finger inside of the well for a minute or two, counting off the t-minus that Rechina had given her beforehand. 3... 2... 1......
With a pull of Ila's gloved finger, Chora's head was no more, but like that of a smashed pumpkin.The neck squirted out blood with disturbing vigor as the veins and arteries attempted to send blood to the no longer existing brain. A resevoir of gurgling blood contained bubbles among bubbles as it came to a rise and overflowed down the dead body, creating streams over her green fleshy pores. It was a gorry disgusting picture that lingered around with the smells of iron from the red liquid that drenched the wall, the floor, the dead body, and Ila's armor, until finally, the heart had stepped down and died. The wall that was behind Chora's head now appeared to be spray-painted red with the disgust of a bitch's thought process hanging around the rocky, rough edges of worn brick. Pieces of falleen blood hung from the rugged edges that jutted outwards. Ila was now drenched within the red of Chora's brainmatter and blood which seeped down her armor to the floor. The green body

Ila took off her mask, placing it on the floor before lighting her last cigarette. Her boots made gave sounds of sodt thuds as she began away from Chora's body, towards the door to witness the 'shit' that was about to 'go down', as given the words of a very humorous friend.
Relinquishing a strand of silky smoke, Ila muttered back to Chora's dead body, not even turning her head.
"Guess not..."

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[Sreeya]

It had taken Thaed, Azrael and Silas only moments to make their way over to the facility. They had already been on Belkadan, awaiting the arrival of their target. Ichabod had been their connection to the going ons at the facility. As the signal was broadcasted, the three Darths promptly made their way over. Sure enough, the former Jedi could be spotted immediately. Thaed himself did not know her, but he had agreed to the job regardless. How could he refuse an offer from the Crusader that was quickly becoming a celebrity among Sith?

Thaed watched as Azrael rushed forth and Ichabod launched his own assault with the Force. Without waiting, he sprang into action the same time as Azrael. His saber hilt flew to his right hand, as his left raised in front of him. He quick unleashed a powerful streak of lightning. It was strong enough to completely fry her, but specifically aimed at her upper right torso. From there, he came in diagonally from her right side, opposite to Azrael. His saber was aimed to neatly slice through the side of her waist, with the attack putting him diagonally behind Matsu. His senses were heightened, ensuring that his attack was timed directly with Azrael's. His positioning ensured that their attacks wouldn't conflict, as his was a sweeping motion with his saber being lead by his forward motion.

 

[Dread]

Silas had followed a few steps behind Thaed and Azreal, then stopped in place when the two ignited their sabers and dashed forward to slash Matsu. Instead of joining their lightsaber assault, Silas used the Force to seize Matsu's body. By nature he was strongly gifted in the Force, and focused his grip tight enough to keep her from being able to run or even move while being attacked.

Afterward, he pulled his own lightsaber from the waist of his comfortable grey khakis, feeling the Force thrum through him, and ignited it. With a snap-hiss the crimson blade flashed into existence. For a second he held the lightsaber motionless, letting the feel of the weapon flow through his mind and back into his hand. Then, setting his feet, he lowered the blade to his left side.