The TurnPyke

[Alastair Valkyrion]

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-UNIDENTIFIED SMALL TOWN.
-OBA DIAH
-22:00 HOURS GALACTIC STANDARD TIME

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Alastair stood waiting for Sythe just outside of the small Pyke town, they had decided to come in separately to make getting through the blockade more easy.

The rest of the plan was simple. They would meet up, kill a bunch of the Pykes in the town and leave the rest to burn.

The Vahla sorcerer leaned against a rock, his large phrik sword in his right hand with the blade leaning against his shoulder. With the holonet down they had no way to communicate at a great distance, once within the range they could communicate telepathically, or with Sythe's "whispers" but for now it was quiet. Alastair simply watched the town, smirking the whole time.

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[Sythe]

Sythe silently crouched on a bluff overlooking the town.

He had been summoned there by his partner Alastair to basically wipe out the citizens and cleanse the town of their filth... All in the name of the Empire of course.

In light of the recent victory and declaration of the Emperor, Sythe felt that the time for the "purge" that he prepared his entire life for, was now at hand. This was as close to excited that he had ever come... The dark side was about to do something huge, and he was a part of it.

Looking down at the town in hatred, made him a bit antsy to get started. How he despised all of them. People living their lives as if the Empire didn't matter... The Sith had become weak, civilized, and now it was time to change all of that.
He could feel the fear and almost taste the death that was coming to them all.
As he scanned the area, he used the force to "alert" Alastair to his presence and position, and to let him know he was ready to begin the slaughter.

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[Alastair Valkyrion]

Alastair was beginning to wonder weather or not his friend had gotten through the blockade safely when the enigmatic assassin's force "ping" alerted him that it was time to go.

As he strolled up to the main gate he immediately heard a gruff voice telling him to halt. His response? He held his left hand down and to the side, pooling the force into his palm and igniting it to form a ball of black flame. He could hear one of the guards say "What the?" as he hurled it at them. Next there were screams as the ball of flame struck the guard in the face.

The guard went down shrieking and pawing at his burning flesh before falling silent in charred crispy death. The other guards readied their blasters and vibroswords.

This was going to be fun.

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[Sythe]

Sythe made his way to the wall (if you could call it that), and scaled it easily.
As he came to the top, a lone guard was standing in position in hopes to see any would-be attackers coming.

He didn’t see Sythe.

A throwing star whistled through the air and embedded itself into the neck of the guard killing him instantly.
Sythe took the weapon back from the dead man and quickly cleaned it.

He then heard screaming coming from the main gate. Good.
Alastair was keeping them busy while he got to attack from the other side.

This was going to be fun.

Sythe descended the stairs to the ground and headed for the first building on his right...


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[Alastair Valkyrion]

Alastair moved in to dispatch the remaining two guards, bringing his blade around in a wide sweep. It was blocked first by the guard weilding a a large vibro axe, who then punched him directly in the nose. He was mildly dazed but managed to pull the guard around in front of him to block the other guard's blaster fire.

Dropping the dead guard as he shook off the dizzyness, he lunged at the second guard, taking a graze to the left shoulderas he ran the Pyke through. His pauldron kept his arm intact, but it was hot and he knew another shot would likely do severe damage to the plate.

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[Sythe]

The first building Sythe came to was the guard's bunker. The Sith stepped inside and ignited his lightsaber... the guards who were inside were laying around, talking, drinking and just having a normal day. Which meant they were no even close to being ready to fight... especially a raging Sith.

Sythe shut the door behind him to keep any of them from escaping, and worked his way around the room, starting with the closest guard. His head went flying before he realized he was even dead. Body parts flew and blood flowed as the Sith began methodically cutting down every man in the building.

Some of them tried to scatter in fear, which fed Sythe's hatred even more...So he cut those ones down even more brutally and viciously than the others.

At the end of a few gruesome minutes, the screaming stopped and Sythe stepped out of the now blood soaked room. His eyes glowing yellow from the force coursing through his veins... He turned without a thought of regret and headed toward the next house.

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[Alastair Valkyrion]

Once Alastair had finished with the gate guards, he strode into the town wiping the blood off his blade with a white cloth he kept just for that purpose.

Stopping just inside he lowered his blade to his side and built up another black fireball in his left hand, hurling it in through a window on the lower floor. It exploded in a burst of flames, blowing out the other windows on the floor. Moments later five Pykes came scrambling out of doors and windows. One fool slipped while trying to climb out a second floor window and fell to his death on the road below.

The first of the remaining five still had the panicked look on his face as his head was lopped off and it sailed away in a spray of blood. The Valha sorcerer made his way through the rest as they scrambled for the meager weapons they had managed to grab on their way out, hacking away savagely with his constant smirk. His eyes practically glowing yellow in with the flames reflecting in them.

The final occupant of the house received Alastair's sword through his stomach and was lifted up over Alastair's head before the sorcerer threw him -still screaming- back through the houses front door.

He paused there in the street, wiping his blade clean as the blood pooled around his victims and watched as the fire lept from building to building. With the now four buildings burning his little section of street was almost as bright as daytime.

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[Sythe]

Sythe walked up to the next house... it was made of wood which gave him an idea. He stretched out both hands as if holding a box.. then he used the force to squeeze the house together.
The wood cracked as the force began to constrict the walls together crushing those inside. The screams cold be heard as the pressure of the force turned the house itself into a huge vice.

After it was done, Sythe stood and looked at his handiwork. It also gave him time to catch his breath... a feat like that could be taxing on an individual. He reached into a pocket on his leg and pulled out a stim-pak. He tore the top off and downed the contents, which instantly provided him more energy to continue.

He left the rubble of the house behind him and moved to another location...


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[Alastair Valkyrion]

Alastair watched as the fire spread to several more buildings. At this point nearly half the town was being consumed by flames. He could hear the screams of Pykes trapped within buildings, it was almost music to the sorcerer's ears.

As he sauntered through the town he saw a ragtag group of militia attempting to form up to try and stop them, a meager four soldiers armed with blasters and vibroblades.

He smirked at them as they readied themselves, obviously frightened by the foe that they outnumbered.

As they should be.

He threw his sword, sending it spinning at the nearest vibroblade weilder and bisecting the target at the waist. As the man fell screaming Alastair's crossguard lightsaber came to his hand and ignited, the quillons snapping to life zeconds after the main blade. The bolts that were fired at him were then reflected back at their respective owners, ending them.

He turned to the final vibroswordsman and chuckled. "Run." he said in a loud whisper with just a hint of force suggestion. As the man dropped his weapon and began to run Alastair grabbed him with the force and held him so that he was running in place, he let this go on until his victim realized he wasn't going anywhere and then wrenched him back into the hot plasma blade of his lightsaber.

As the final militiaman fell Alastair deactivated his saber and returned it to it's place on his lower back, recovering his sword and ramming it through the head of the first man, finishing off the legless defender.

He wiped his blade clean once more as he casually strolled on in search of his next kill.

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[Sythe]

Hearing more screaming coming from the other street to his left, Sythe knew that Alastair was on his way... going through whatever was trying to mount a counter, and succeeding.
Up ahead a man with a huge axe felt the need to fight back, which was his undoing. In a flash, a throwing knife sailed through the air and embedded itself in the neck of the huge man.
As he spurted blood, Sythe calmly walked up to him and lopped his head off with his lightsaber. He was already heading to the next intersection to meet Alastair before the man's dead body hit the ground.

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[Alastair Valkyrion]

Alastair laughed as a lone man with a vibrosword so poorly cared for it didn't seem like it should be able to function, some how it did though, making more of a horrible rattle than the usual faint hum that a better maintained vibro weapon.

As the man rushed at him he whirled to respond whith his own blade, a combination of force, and the case of honed phrik meeting rusted cortosis ended in the sad excuse for a vibroblade being sliced in half.

Alastair caught the end of the blade woth the force as it dropped and rammed it through the man's neck. Chuckling as his sorry excuse for an opponent dropped gurgling to the ground.

He walked along the street towards where he had a feeling Sythe was headed, it was the pure silence on the next street over that made him think that was where his friend was. And he was sure that the growing glow of the flames combined with the screams would tell sythe where he was.

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[Sythe]

Sythe kept walking up the small rise toward the buildings that weren’t touched by flames yet.
He knew Alastair would be joining him any moment, but he didn’t stop to wait for his friend.
In fact, two men came out fo their houses and attacked the Sith.
He calmly sidestepped the first one and sent his head flying with a swipe of his lightsaber.
The second one he used the force to lift into the air and throw him back into the house he had come out of in the first place.
As the man crashed into the door, Sythe reached out with his right hand, used the force to guide the flames nearby, and brought them over to engulf the houses in a huge fireball.

With a sick smile, he watched the two houses burn to the ground with the inhabitants still inside.

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[Alastair Valkyrion]

Alastair walked up the small rise towards the center of the town, he was having fun but he knew it would be coming to an end soon. His smirk merely grew as four men armed with large vibro axes rushed out of one of the few buildings left unburning and surrounded him.

He began to swing his blade at the one directly in front of him, but the one directly behind him hit him in the back with the blunt end of the axe handle. Dazed, he dropped to one knee, managing to get his left bracer up to block the next strike, but cried out in pain as his forearm was broken under the power of the swing.

Your assistance would be beneficial. he sent to Sythe telepathically. Now all he could do was wait for his friend to arrive, swinging his sword around him madly to keep the men at bay.

For now.

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[Sythe]

The four men were so focused on Alastair, that they didn't see the darkened Sith walking up behind them until it was too late.

One man flew backwards like he was being thrown by some unseen hand. He went crashing into a wall and slumped to the ground. Sythe's lightsaber flashed and cut another man across his back, cleaving him into two pieces.
The next man turned to face the Sith as the lightsaber flashed again. This time his right arm fell to the ground and the man screamed in pain. His scream was cut short as the force wrapped itself around his throat and stopped the air from moving in and our of his lungs. After a moment, the man's eyes rolled up into his head and he fell to the ground dead.

The last man... the one who had landed the blows on Alastair stood and faced Sythe. He was a bit overconfident since he had just hurt a force user. But Sythe made no move to attack. He just simply looked at Alastair and nodded. "Vengeance upon him is yours."

The man's eyes went wide as he realized that Sythe wasn't going to let him escape... He had gotten himself into this mess by attacking the Sith, but he didn't count on his friends being dead, and having to face two Sith without backup.

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[Alastair Valkyrion]

Alastair's smirk returned as he saw Sythe come up behind the men, and the entire time they were being slaughtered he laughed.

Within seconds there was only one man left, Alastair rose and gripped the man by his throat grinning mercilessly as flames lit his eyes once more. He relished in the man's terror as he squirmed. The black flames leaping to life in his palm. The same palm that held the squirming terrified man.

The choked screams as the man boiled to death were beyond satisfying, and the cries of "demon" as he heard people running away were equally as satisfying.

What was less satisfying was the fact that Alastair held on too long, he had been too caught up in his enjoyment of the man's death to notice that his hand had burnt. Not badly, and it would heal with minimal scarring if any, but it stung horribly.

He retrieved his dropped sword and nodded his thanks to Sythe, turning to watch the burning.

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[Sythe]

Sythe stood there watching the all the buildings go up in flames.

The screams of the dying had gone down to nothing more than a few. The rest of the inhabitants had already met their fate. Sythe knew there could be a survivor or two somewhere hiding, but it didn't matter to him. They had come to destroy a town, and that's what they did.
He looked at Alastair and his wounds. "Are you able to move or should I carry you out of here?" The "dig" was meant as nothing more than that and the assassin knew Alastair would rather die than be carried. So Sythe began walking back to the gate of the town and then toward the ship he arrived in...

The town continued to burn for days.


{end thread} @One For Sorrow