The battle of Tanaab

[Brand]

It was a glorious fall.

The Jedi fought valiantly, Iniquitous would give him that, but as always the flaring candle in the endless night was to be snuffed out by the hand of shadows. The Sith Crusader basked in the strength of the Force; it surged tangibly through the atrium, and Iniquitous allowed himself a moment to survey the destruction they had ultimately caused throughout the garden.

It was a fitting battlefield.

Andraste remained in complete domination over her foe. A possible covert to their ranks could be valuable; Iniquitous knew firsthand as a former member of the Order himself, but her short sentence to him was totally unnecessary. The warrior quelched the quick hint of irritation that shot through him and formed it into the white hot anger that burned it's way through his veins.

Iniquitous began his slow march forward. His dark, ironclad war boots rapped sharply and methodically on the solid ground.

"You are wrong, Jedi, as you have been all your pathetic life. The sorry existence you scraped from the slums of 'civilized' society are what will fall along with the rest of your Order. You speak of nothing being gained, but you fought as a conquerer throughout this battle when in reality you are the one who will never leave this temple. This atrium, your place of growth, your place of life, will be your tomb."

Then, reciting the ancient words of his idols long past, his voice dripped with contempt. "Honor is a fool's prize. Glory is of no use to the dead."

Iniquitous halted abruptly above the fallen Jedi, his huge frame casting a massive shadow that engulfed the full upper torso and head of the Jedi. He spat fully in front of the green alien, and without a second thought raised his right foot and ground it into Predor's cranium.

The sharp crunch of breaking cartilage and bone snapped through the outer courtyard, a sweet sound to Iniquitous' weary ears. Iniquitous' leg applied more pressure downwards until a trail of violet gore made it's way out of the Knight's right ear.

Iniquitous raised his foot, staring down at the onslaught before him. "It is finished," he said simply, gazing from the corpse to Andraste. Iniquitous' crimson blade extinguished in his hand, and he turned his deep eyes to the sight of his fellow Sith cornering down the unconscious human.

 

[Sreeya]

OoC: Since Mars is being a crippled grandma about posting, I'm just gonna post my exit cuz I'm tired of being stuck here.

Andraste watched as Iniquitous crushed the Jedi's head under his boot in a gruesome display. Her visage remained impassive. She nodded to Iniquitous, a smile slowly gracing her features. She looked over to Varek and Kronos. The Sith had worked fantastically as a team and she was truly proud to be a part of it. Andraste glanced over at Ayisha, attempting to gauge her reaction through all this.

"Do you see how unified we are? More so than the Jedi. Isn't that funny?"

Without waiting for an answer, she stepped away from the dead Jedi, some of the blood oozing over near her feet. She wandered over to Varek and Kronos, pausing before Varek. Andraste picked up on the healing energy back in the center of the outpost.

"..think you've left some business unfinished."

With a grin she took another step and playfully ran her hand over his head, tapping him on a horn, a strange display considering the bloodbath around them. Andraste then wandered over to the unconscious Jedi, kicking him over so he rolled onto his back. She tilted her head to look at him.

"Think I'll keep this one for entertainment. We'll off him if he breathes funny."

With that, she expertly coiled the Force around him and levitated him into the air, having him float ahead of her as she made her way back to her transport. Andraste looked over her shoulder at the others.

"If anyone cares about the holocrons, feel free to get them."

With that, she disappeared from sight with the unconscious Jedi and possibly Ayisha as well.

 

[Mars]

Varek nodded to Andraste as she made her exit before returning to the other room to finish his business, but stopped her with one hand when she approached him. He placed his right gauntlet on her wound and drew on the massive amounts of dark side energy pooled in the area. At the cost of some physical pain to himself, her wound sealed up good as new and would remove all pain.

"I'll see you on the ship, be careful with that one, he's stubborn."

The Jedi lay broken on the floor and slowly but surely dying from the massive trauma. By now he would be near death but the Zabrak would insure he did not go out peacefully. A rush of dark side energy filled his left hand as he prepared to use his most refined power. A dark purple flame shot forward from his hand and incinerated the body of the man formerly known as the "Kraken."

Satisfied with the intensity of his flame and the death of his first opponent, Varek headed towards the Holocrons, telepathically nudging Kronos to give him a hand and unsealed the chamber where they were held. The two would take their treasure back to the ship where Andraste waited for them

Today was a good day. The Jedi stood no chance against their combined might.