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#TeamFirstBlade #GroupEricton

Pedee didn't care to take orders from the run of the mill Champions, but Altair was different than the other ones and has a done a lot for the Empire and a bigger reputation in it. The advanced Blackwell-made droid would nod in affirming of his words. So she would go with Ashla and Mirialan for the tomb.

Ashla then proposed that Pedee bring up the rear once they got inside the tomb, if Pedee would frown she would, as Pedee would much rather be at towards the front at the thick of any fighting that may spring up instead of the rear. Why can't that green-skinned acolyte be entrusted? Acylates do make good fodder. Being in the rear means less chance of her getting her metal fists bloody. But in this tomb with bugs and possible weirdness, it was logically it was a sound choice. Pedee is an advanced platform with state of the art sensor equipment. Infareds, sonar, motion detectors? Check, check, and check. "Acknowledged" she said to Champion Ashla.

Pedee would draw her blaster into her hand when the Sith would about to be using the Force to take care of those two Killiks guarding the tomb. But the some Sith can surely handle an a bug on their own right? Pedee would keep alert for threats around and refrain from making any attacks of her own for now.

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Tiamat gave one more look toward the group following Master Ericton, seeing the tips of Altair's horns disappear in the mass of warriors. Her jaw tightened as she pushed away worry and readied herself for what laid ahead, feeling the darkness ready itself for her command. She followed silently behind Master Trelain as they went further into the temple. Halls and corridors were familiar, and she quickly knew where they were going despite never needing to set foot in the conversation room. She still was uncertain about having a jedi on their team, she found them just as self-serving as Sith at times, and her history with Crix made it uncomfortable which was annoying. With hope, maybe he served a purpose to help them weed out joiners and traitors.

As Trelain spoke, the cogs in Tiamat's mind were turning quickly, working from multiple directions as she walked over to a table. It was hard not to carry paranoia even for Master Trelain, the unknown made it difficult to know who was who and she wondered how long the sith master knew of these acolytes before saying anything. How long were they sitting here? What has been done so far? If Master Trelain was joined, was she really just checking to see how well one could stand against mental defenses? It was an uneasiness that Tiamat kept on the backburner, but wouldn't dispel just yet.

As Crix spoke, Tiamat activated a interrogation droid, The orb floated beside her as she opened a drawer, pulling out a few vials of liquids and loading a syringe. She glanced between Crix, Wodan, and Master Trelain, "I am not certain how it impacts the brain and memories; if we had more time, we can possibly isolate brain wave functions, hive mind would have common denominator. Blood samples might work too, I saw on the reports, they make them drink something, so it has to alter biology. The droid may be able to pick up some fluctuations on the biometrics, and in combination of the truth serum, and the right questions, hopefully we won't have to go to a nerve disruptor." she pocketed the vial used for nerve interference.

It was difficult to say what the outcome would be, there was always the possibility that none of them were joined, and they were just a trio of odd sus acolytes. She looked between the three cells, "We can each-," she paused, thinking on that, that last she needed was for the Jedi to either wimp out, or be beaten up by an acolyte; and not to mention Wodan was still acolyte, "We start with blood sample, then I will give the serum, and then we will ask questions starting with that one." she ordered, pointing to one of the acolytes who seemed curious about what they were doing and discussing. Until, of course, Tiamat approached the cell.



Tiamat activated an interrogation droid to help, has some truth serum, and as back up some more potent vials of biological torture. She outlined a plan of action and picked a curious acolyte for them to start with.

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Wodan arrived a little later than others so didn’t have too much time to socialise with his colleagues before the three Masters went their separate ways. Unlike the others however Master Trelain headed deeper into the Sith Temple, Wodan knew these halls well, with each twist and turn he ticked off one more possible location Trelain was taking them. A lump formed in his throat when he came to the realisation of where they were being led. The Acolyte had only visited this section of the temple once it had not been a pleasant trip.

Following at the back of the group, his eyes lingered on the tormented souls of those captured by the Sith Empire. Some stared back, their eyes desperately crying out for release from this demented place. Others stared blankly off into the distance, their minds already broken by the heavy hands of their Sith imprisoners. Then of course there were the screams of those currently receiving the care and attention of Wodan’s fellow Sith.

Chills ran through the young man’s spine, they were not the screams of dying men, or wounded from the battlefield. They were something different, something more savage, bestial, the pure nature of the individuals soul trying to break free from the torment. Wodan almost threw up in his mouth.

His eyes flicked over to the Jedi as he spoke, then to Tiamat. Wodan himself had little knowledge or experience in questioning, be it polite, at the end of a lightsaber or on a torture table he didn’t know what to ask or how to determine if it was the truth or not. “I agree with Master Tiamat.” He said, mainly as he wanted to get out of these rooms as quickly as possible.

Wodan tried not to be sick at all the torture, then agreed with Tiamat for a quick end to it.

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Kanaloa Tau

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Group Letous


Kane exhaled softly and followed along with the Arcane Master, spear arranged vertically at his right side and out of the way. As they descended the stairs, growing darker and cooler he removed his goggles and adjusted his mask vents, allowing scents in on the air. The Wrean was could see in the dark, especially with people helpfully lighting glow rods, and the underground air wasn't too dry for a little exposure.

Spiritual darkness all around bore down on him, an unfamiliar weight that both heightened how tense he was and filled him with vigor. It was like swimming in unknown reaches of the Wrean depths, cold and powerful currents flowing as they would, threatening to sweep away the unwary. Kane found it a different feeling from the sacred places of his homeworld, but strangely, he also found he didn't dislike it. It felt wild and immeasurably old.

His head cocked slightly toward the skittering sounds as he walked behind the others. Could be Killiks, could be some kind of Korriban terror centipede, he wasn't an expert. He didn't much like either option and they put his senses, physical and Force, on alert. Something about the flow here felt wrong in a way he couldn't quite describe. Was that the Nexus' balance that Letous mentioned or just nerves?

"The spirits here are unhappy," Kane commented quietly, amber-gold eyes looking over the walls or glancing down side tunnels, flashing when the light hit them. "I think there'll be bugs." The lack of Killik swarming that was reported on other planets lead him to think they were up to something odd on Korriban. He didn't like that train of thought.

"You have a map we don't know about?" he asked Sarella as his answer. The Wrean acolyte wasn't sure yet about their local authority figure, but he did respect Letous and her position as Arcane Master. This was her territory, so she must know the wildly winding tunnels better than anyone. Still, Kane tried to memorize the different random-seeming twists and turns. Just in case.


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Kane follows near the back of the group, various senses alert for weirdness and bugs. Shaman-y magic attunement to stuff tells him that vague local spirit vibes are off and generally nettled. He's following Letous and trying to memorize their path.
 

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Group Ericton​

In the main assault group, things were already shaping up to be the fight that everyone was looking for. @Altair Din's attacks were met with mixed success. One of the creatures slammed its head into the wall knocked either unconcious or dead after being taken completely off guard by the appearance of the Sith and his attack. The other, however, was not quite so easily overtaken. It bodily slammed into the wall, but managed to avoid the absolute worst of the impact. It stumbled a moment, looking to right itself and prepare for the incoming Sith's next attack, raising its pole weapon outward in an attempt to keep the Champion at bay.

@Aadya Rasheer's launched glass shards felled two more of the Killiks out front, sending them down in bloody heaps as the final two leapt at her, thrusting one high and one low with their pole-like weapons that now flashed to life with some sort of electric energy to complement that savage-looking blades that tipped the weapon.

Meanwhile, the troops with Aadya and Altair would be facing a terrible challenge of their own. While the two Sith pushed forward the ground began to rumble, and out of it - right in the midst of the IAF troopers - three tainted Killiks pressed to the surface. Right in the center of the formation, the sands boiled up and the creatures came out thrashing, catching troopers with their claws while blasterfire opened up against them.

Master Ericton didn't hesitate to throw himself at one of the massive Killiks, two sabers whirling and dicing like the master swordsman he was. The other two, however, would fall to the Sith's platoon or the two Sith themselves.

Sir, go! We have this under control! the platoon's Lieutenant shouted at Altair. The two Sith would have a choice to make: press on into the control tower and leave their soldiers to fend for themselves or stay and fight the two beasts with their men and risk the fight inside sliding out of their control.

Amidst the pandemonium of this fresh battle, more chaos ensued. From the tomb through which the others had disappeared, there was a flash of light, an earth-cracking boom, and a cloud of dust as explosives went off just inside the tomb's entrance.

Having easily dispatched the two creatures out front, @Ashla Ti, @Lucas Orum, and @peedee would be able to make their way inside and immediately be thrown from their feet as explosions went off behind them, the trap having been sprung. Though, who was stuck inside with whom would remain to be seen. Though they wouldn't be crushed by the falling rocks or killed by the detonation, it would leave their ears ringing and leave them struggling to orient themselves.

The first thing they would notice when their hearing returned was a hissing sound like escaping gas coming from deeper within the tomb. The exact nature of the sound wasn't clear or its location amidst the pitch-dark of the tomb, but a sense of uneasy dread would settle over them, giving them the impression that time was of the essence.

And meanwhile, six more weapon-wielding Killiks had appeared to confront the trio, the light glow of the electricity on their weapons was the only thing that gave away their presence in the darkness. Now they would have a choice to make: deal with the enemy in front of them, flee in the direction of the hissing, or split their group further to do both.


Group Trelain​

Indeed, we have woefully little on the side effects of the Joining, but based on current data of individuals being able to continue performing duties as sleeper agents, we have to assume they retain full faculties, she said in agreement with @Tiamat.

They have only been imprisoned for a few hours. The betrayal and investigation are still in their infancy, which is why I needed all hands on deck while I deal with some of the other prisoners, she said, moving across the room to face some of the other suspects. It would leave the trio to face the trio of acolytes themselves.

The first Acolyte that Tia approached reeked of fear, eyes wide in horror as she approached. The serum was injected and he started shaking his head wildly.

I don't know anything, I swear. I don't even know why I was detained. I mean, sure, I've downloaded a few dozen pirated songs and shows, but who hasn't? Who hasn't?! the Acolyte began to spill his guts without hesitation.

As they ran blood tests on him, they would find nothing of interest or note thus far. What do you want to know?!

@Nefieslab @Braden


Group Letous​

Master Letous didn't break her pace nor did she acknowledge anyone's concerns as they proceeded. For a long moment she continued through the tunnels, twisting and turning until they reached a larger room.

In the center of said room was a table or perhaps an altar. All around the room were words written in ur-Kittât and runes of ancient magic that predated even the arrival of the Jedi Exiles. Letous extended her hand and with a wave, braziers of blue flame lit all around the room, lighting enough for everyone to see now.

The sounds from outside were still present, but thus far no creature had shown itself.

The nexus has been the heart of these worlds for millennia. Its upheaval is not something that could have been facilitated merely by the presence of the Killiks, she said, motioning for those gathered to take positions at several key points, equidistance around the room.

We must perform a ritual to set things right and learn the truth, she said. She knew the risks would be high, and indeed they may not all survive, but she didn't voice this possibility. Their lives were insignificant next to the power of the Force.

Focus your power into the runes at your feet, let the Force flow through you, she said. Harness your rage or the effort will kill you, she said, her gaze sweeping over the Acolytes and doubting them. The current generation of Sith could barely call themselves Sith, and then there was the Jedi. Perhaps the weakling would finally get a taste of the true nature of the Force.

She climbed up and stood on the table/altar and raised her arms as they focused their energy, beginning a chant in ancient Sith. The others would be able to feel the power of the Dark Side unlike they had ever experienced before. It called to them, whispering the possibility of all they could accomplish, it offered the truths they were seeking, and they would be able to see glimpses of something that was difficult to make out.

At first it was a glimpse of a spirit whose power was old and potent. A master of the Force whose face was obscured by a cloak of darkness. The vision whipped away, tearing the group through the galaxy over a dozen planets before settling on the Unknown Region. It lanced forward, showing first the Chiss and then another system nearby.

The chanting of Letous continued as the ritual went onward, the light in the room blazing brighter and the heat from the flames burning so hot it almost threatened to burn the skin of those in the room. Despite the power that surrounded them, they would be able to feel themselves gripped by fear. Images of Korriban would flood through, individuals who were seemingly under the thumb of a great bug-like Queen marching on toward the nexus. The future or simply a possible future?

And through the entire ritual each would feel the strain of the Force as Letous would draw on their energy.

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Chatter seems to fill the enclosing darkness around them as some in the group pull out glow-rods to ignite the surrounding void. Sol can hardly believe it when the Jedi suggests that they all split up. The Kel Dor almost snaps at them to stop being foolish, but his maw clamps shut with a cruel glow sparking within his eyes. If they split up, perhaps they'd die. Then, he supposed, there would be less of the glory to share. What use was a Jedi and a bunch of Acolytes, anyways? None had yet to prove themselves strong enough to be worth his time.

Master Letous doesn't even seem to acknowledge their talk, or their concerns about where they were going. Sol doesn't either. He didn't trust Letous out of principle alone, but he knew that she was well aware of where she was leading them. Someone that ruled over Korriban as a master of the Arcane was unlikely to just be wandering the ancient halls without knowledge of direction. It seemed soon enough, though, all worries of being lost within the group would be quelled. A grand room awoke to swallow them with hungry darkness. With a gesture from the master leading them, blue flame would erupt to dazzle the Kel Dor's vision, and he peered at the magic with a glowing fascination even before the runes drew upon his inquisitive gaze.

This place was... beautiful. In some eerie way, in which ancient dust and old cobwebs could be. It was as if a current swirled here, a whirlpool of power. In his bones, he could feel it. Beneath his skin, it itched. And within his spirit, it breathed. Could Master Letous read these runes? He practically scoffs at himself, because of course she could, and he can't help but wallow in the disappointment that he could not. But Sol listens, follows the motions of the woman as he's directed to stand in a position equal in distance to the others. A ritual, she says. Sol might not be able to read the runes, but he can read the danger of what was about to transpire. Sith rituals were often deadly.

Sol would sooner cut down each and every other person in this room if it meant that he survived. But the Kel Dor could not perform the ritual himself. Master Letous knew the words that he could not.

Harness your rage, she says, and Sol can only think of how easy such a thing could be. To the Jedi? She would die, of that he has no doubts. At least Sol might be able to rummage through that corpse of hers. A second lightsaber might prove useful to him, especially once it's been fittingly bled. His vision tracks the Arcane Master as she moves to the alter, and Sol prepares himself for the coming storm that would devour all in the room. He closes his eyes, draws in a breath, and focuses deeply upon the force. Not the calm and tranquil still pools that the Jedi might meditate on. No, Sol is on fire. It licks beneath his skin, slams against his spirit, threatens to engulf him. He is frigid, even as he burns.

Rage. White hot and brutal. The rage of jealousy for another who gains power over him. The rage of walking these grand halls side by side with a Jedi who would pervert it all. The rage for the killiks, who are so bold as to dare land their forces here.

But that was only surface level. The pit of Sol's dark spirit went deeper.

Rage for the Jedi, and how they had abandoned him. How he wanted nothing more than to hear them scream while he burned their temples to ash, snapped the necks of their younglings and left them at the feet of Masters broken through sheer cruelty alone. He hated them. Perhaps more than he hated anything else. And it was this that boiled in his gut, a cauldron of molten fury that threatened to explode, volcanic and tumultuous until Sol thought he might explode.

It was this rage that he had used to press on through training, that he had harnessed to defeat everyone who had challenged him time and time again. He had proved them all wrong. And not through kindness and mercy, either. No, they had gasped in agony, in the aftermath of their mistakes, and Sol had been reborn.

The chanting fills his ears and the darkness whispers, beckons. Whatever the force has to offer, Sol wants it. But he doesn't relax, doesn't stop his focus. The heat of his rage slams against the dark current like fuel for a building hellfire, and he sees glimpses of something obscure before his eyes. A spirit with a face of the void. And then it was torn from him. Now, they seemed to race across the galaxy, into space that Sol had yet to explore. He recognizes it as the Unknown Region, nonetheless. Still the visions shift like rushing water.

The surrounding lights seems so hot against Sol's frigid figure, despite the boiling anger that screamed within his gut. Fear touches his mind, visions of an Insectoid queen marching on the nexus. Sol wonders if it's the future, decides that it could be, if the Sith failed here. The thought of those bugs crawling through these ancient halls, reaching this nexus. Fear burned in the wake of untamed rage. The Killiks could not have this place. They did not deserve it. They were nothing but roaches to be crushed beneath his boot, nothing but pests to be exterminated from the galaxy's space forever, until their hives crumbled and their Joined writhed. But it was more than that. The Killiks couldn't have the nexus for a far greater reason.

Sol wanted it. He wanted the knowledge and the power that coiled like a snake within.

Despite the strain of the ritual, Sol continued to let his rage burn.


Sol's just... doin' what's expected for now. He took his place and is pouring his rage into the surrounding force. He sees the visions, and he's determined not to let the Killik take Korriban or the nexus.

Also, he hopes the Jedi dies.

Rolled a 22.

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Altair Din

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Altair was always aggressive on the battlefield. This meant that the tiefling sprang to action the moment that second Killik hit the building. The Korriban heat worked wonders for conjuring up inferno and Altair did just that, pulling from the air around him and sending a burst of fire at the Killik before it could fully recover from the slam into the building. If successful, it would catch it unaware and ignite it before it turned and guarded itself.

Regardless of how his attempt went, he was soon distracted by the ground tearing apart and three tainted Killik rising up. Altair cursed to himself and drew out the spear, knowing that close quarters with these things could be dangerous. He stood near the platoon’s lieutenant, Lt. Aval, casting him a brief glance when he spoke. His visor shifted from him, to Aadya, back to him, and then Aadya again, “You know I ain’t leaving my men behind,” He called out to her. It was a trait in him she knew well, a trait that could very well get him killed. A trait Tiamat despised as well. It was a part of him nonetheless - he wouldn’t budge an inch if it meant leaving his soldiers behind. His gaze lingered on her for a moment. Neither would know if this was the last time they saw one another.

“Stand together!” Altair called out to his remaining men, “WITH ME!” He stepped back and his men did the same, all leveling their blasters, “Shoot where you see the ridges and grooves along the skeletons!” Altair pointed out the spiracles nestled beneath the exoskeletons. Having dealt with them on Ruusan gave him a bit of advantage in dealing with them - he was no first timer.

The soldiers all shot at their targets and Altair picked out the Killik in the center. While his men shot their blasters at the Killik, he began to compress the Force around its head in an effort to grip it with all his might. The Killik could focus on him or the barrage of blaster bolts coming towards the vulnerable parts of its body. Altair’s men kept their distance to be out of staff range.

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Group 3- Leotus

Kasim couldn't hide his smile from growing as Nova commented on his decision to light a glow stick. He'd worried that not being able to summon light or see in the dark would be criticized, but clearly it paid to be prepared. "I'm a man of many talents" he replied, wishing that he and Nova were meeting under different circumstances; there was only so much socializing that could be done in earshot of Master Letous.

Llolith then asked about the possibility of running into kiliks, which was starting to become more appealing to the Tiefling than whatever he had apparently signed up for. Even the prospect of joining a group with Nova and Llolith did little to assuage his nerves; he really didn't know either of them, and suddenly without Altair nearby he felt very, very alone(@Sreeya). He nodded in response to her question, however, figuring that a small group would fare better than one (@lizziie).

Kasim needn't have worried about splitting up, though, as they were all going to the same place; a large room that Master Letous lit with the same blue flames that she'd conjured to guide her steps down the stairs. Some kind of ancient gibberish- Kasim supposed it looked cool- decorated the walls, and under Letous' instruction Kasim found himself sitting at one of the runes, with Nova and Llolith to his left if they chose to participate.

The master's instructions took him by surprise; be angry, or die? Kasim had heard of the Force, and understood himself to be a Force-sensitive, but actually using it wasn't something he was trained in at all.

Uh oh.

Desperately, Kasim searched his mind for memories that made him angry. He eventually settled on resentment, an emotion not far removed from rage. For as much as Kasim admired his older siblings, he'd always followed in their footsteps and played second fiddle to the likes of Imani, Amira, Altair, and others. He'd been left behind to work on the family farm while they got to go adventuring across the galaxy, and now he was here without their training trying to save their sorry planet...

Like seemingly everything in his life so far, it wasn't fair; Kasim closed his eyes and tried to channel the anger he derived from that.


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Kasim participates in the ritual, trying to channel his resentment toward his older siblings
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Crix Aran

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They maintained everything that was what made them... them.

That was, absolutely, the worst case scenario as far as Crix was concerned. As he looked at the trio of captured Acolytes, trying to seem like they were angry or trying to hide their fear? He knew now that even if one or more of them were Joined - they were still in there. What made them individuals was wrapped up in whatever toxic hivemind ensnared them. It must be like be smothered, constantly, but he didn't want to think about it.

It hurt to think about it.

It would have been easier if they had become drones or the Joining stripped them of everything, to fill them with its hivemind and wear them like a human skin suit. He swallowed thickly as he followed Tiamat, carefully moving to one side of the cell while she was approaching the acolyte from the other. Eyeing Tiamat closely, his gaze flicked to the acolyte who was with them before returning to the one imprisoned.

"She's going to ask you questions now."
he told the acolyte quietly, trying to inject some calm into his own voice, "And you need to answer. I don't want to hurt you, to see you hurting, but they don't have that. They will do whatever they think needs doing. So, please, just answer the questions as best you can, alright?"

The Good Cop to the Bad Cop of every other Sith in the room - a Good Cop literally collared and imprisoned just the same as the acolyte in the cage. He wasn't sure how effective it might end up being but he gestured for the truth serum to be administered to each of the captured Acolytes. Asking if they were Joined would probably get them nowhere but what if they came at it from a different angle?

"What does it feel like - to not be alone inside your own mind?"



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Nova followed the Master, but she was not actually pleased with her choice of group. She had met terrible instructors and masters through her whole training, yet the white haired one with the long nails seemed especially unpleasant. Instead of scowling she kept focusing on her two rather pleasant companions to her left(@lizziie) and right (@SlagathorTheUnknown).

It soon turned out that splitting up wasn't necessary and so the mixed group reached the altar chamber after a while before the Master began to explain a few things. She warily eyed her for a moment before the hazel eyes quickly flicked onto the Jedi because she was still wondering what the hell a Jedi (@Altaris) would do in such a setting. Fodder for the bugs maybe...but that was probably all.

As Leotus mentioned the ritual her gaze was skeptically lingering on her, not only because it sounded quite dangerous, but because if they would all focus their concentration on the ritual, they would be more vulnerable in case something lurked in the tunnels...but well, in the end what choice did they have but to obey?

She sighed internally, literally assuming that this wouldn't end well to some extent, but someone had to restore the Nexus...she quickly shot Kasim a reassuring glance because he looked rather stressed and unsure of what to do before she took her position next to Llolith.

It had never been difficult for the acolyte to summon rage and focus on those feelings as all it usually took was to remember certain faces, most importantly those of her parents, and the fire was already burning. In some way, Master Leotus reminded her strongly of her mom and that probably helped quite a bit as she could already feel the darkness spreading. Her thoughts began to spin, yet she still had it under control, but the Master would definitely find something to feed on.

The hate inside her began to spread, once again, her corrupted thoughts immediately making her forget that she had been joking around with the others not long ago. There was just anger in its purest form and that raw wrath continued to spread as the Master unrelentlessly continued to chant. As the images came flooding in she wasn't exactly distracted by them, yet she quickly found herself wondering whether they had just caught a glimpse of the future or whether this was just her mind playing tricks on her.

There was a darkness within this very chamber, so powerful yet alluring, something she had never experience before and there were voices, somehow shady and vague, yet they seemed to whisper sweet promises into their very ears while every now and then there were flashes of images that were just as tempting as the whispers. The raw power of it all was also slightly intimidating, but instead of giving in to any hints of fear, she focused on the rage and that dark powerful aura surrounding them.

All she knew was that she would try to stop whatever was going on down here...for the Academy, for the Sith Empire. She wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible and was hoping that the Master was not planning on abusing the rows of acolytes for anything else but for what was necessary to restore that Nexus or whatever. After all, she had seen what Sith were capable of doing before and there was no reason to trust her. After all, she could possibly even want to sacrifice them all to stabilize the Nexus...but if she needed someone to sacrifice, the Jedi would surely be the first unfortunate casualty...


Nova starts participating in the ritual by focusing on all the anger inside her. She's a bit wary of the Jedi and her contribution and of the reckless master
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Master Ericton
Lucas had given a slight nod in readiness to Crusader Ti, he was prepared to venture beyond the entrance to the tomb alongside her. The lightsaber he had been given extinguished itself with a hiss, the crimson faint crimson glow of the blade vanished. With the hilt of the weapon still gripped in one hand and the heavy blaster pistol in the other, Lucas entered the tomb.

Shortly after the trio crossed the thresh-hold into the tomb, the detonation would occur. Lucas' world became a myriad of thunderous sound and shades of browns, greys, before finally black. For a handful of moments, all Lucas would hear was the high pitch ringing of inner ear from the explosion and the crashing of the rock and rubble behind him. That ringing was the only thing that told him he was still alive while his eyes adjusted to the oppressive darkness of the tomb.

"Meep...meep...meep..." Lucas muttered under his breath until his ears stopped ringing long enough to hear his own voice.

It would only be then that Lucas heard the escaping of gas from somewhere off to his side as an audible hissing. It was a sound that Lucas didn't like, his mind flashed back to Vandyne and how some gangs utilized poison mines to eliminate rivals. However, the sudden ignition of electrified spears, gripped back insectoid claws were an unwelcome sight. Lucas reacted quickly, he raised his heavy blaster pistol and let off a short volley of six shots at a pair of the Killiks.

"I don't know if I trust that hissing." He called out to Crusader Ti. "But I know I dislike these odds." He continued as he fired off a further three shots.

Lucas reignited his lightsaber as he fired, he would stand ready with his companions but ultimately he would follow whatever action Crusader Ti chose to take. If she chose to make way for the damnable hissing, Lucas would be on her montrals, if she chose to engage, he would dash in just behind her, bringing his lightsaber and blaster pistol to bear against the Killik interlopers. There would be no hesitation in him, somehow despite his inexperience he knew that to hesitate now would mean death.

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Llolith Uttu

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Turns out that splitting up wasn't on the agenda - yet. Llolith continued to follow the Arcane Master, keeping close to Nova and Kasim as she did. It was dark, but still not dark enough that she couldn't see, so the acolyte kept about half a pace in front of the other two just in case she spotted something before they did. Although, with the tiefling and the Jedi's glowsticks, it was probably an unnecessary precaution.

Eventually, they arrived at a chamber of sorts decorated with an altar, meters of writing in some ancient language she didn't understand, and dusty metal braziers. Master Letous casually lit up the room with a wave of her hand, and Llolith quickly raised a hand to shield her eyes until they readjusted to the change in lighting. They all squinted at once, then slowly widened once her retinas adapted. "Blue flames, huh?"

The woman went on to explain the situation rather plainly and with a painfully obvious apathy toward everyone present. "Harness my rage or die?" That was far from a pleasant-sounding effort to go through, but it made sense. Rage was the key to the Dark Side, or something like that. "Well, I'd rather not die."

Llolith took her place at one of the various points around the room and asked herself what inspired rage for her. "Him." One image immediately formed in her mind, and another shortly followed. The first was her instructor for her advanced combat classes. No matter what she did, how she did it, or what she changed to try and appease him, she was never good enough. He criticized things she couldn't control - her height and her build - and refused to let her adapt her way. "It always has to be his way."

The second image was of a stranger. She had known him only briefly when he'd crash-landed on her homeworld, and at the time, she'd thought they were friends. He'd been so interested in her and what she showed him, but she knew now it was a lie. He didn't care about her; he cared about what she could do. He'd torn her from her home, deposited her on a foreign Sith world to be forced into an academy, and left her to sink or float. So far, she'd managed to float by the force of resentment she held against that man.

Llolith continued to dwell on her anger, letting it fester and ooze under her skin until her cheeks turned a deep violet and the heat of rage filled her chest. Augmented by her rage and the rage of those around her, she could feel the power of the Dark Side ebb and flow around her. Power, but also fear. It was like a chilling breeze under her hot skin. It threatened to overcome her - to rip away her focus.

Determined to stay afloat, Llolith furrowed her brows and tried to maintain her focus.
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Llolith joins the circle and tries to focus her rage.
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Darth Tiamat

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Master Trelain clarified where they stood in the investigation, just the beginning and there was a war quite literally at their home. While Master Trelain dealt with the others she needed to question, they got to work on the first acolyte. She nearly felt herself wanting to recoil and turn up her nose to the fear the radiated off the acolyte. She entered the blood sample, waiting for the droid to interpret the data as the kid spat out how he thought he gotten into this position after receiving the injection.

Internally, Tiamat rolled her eyes about the pirated content, though she was surprised when Crix (@Nefieslab) spoke. She didn't stop him, she liked the idea of the good cop, bad cop, however, he did as a good question. The worse answer the acolyte could reply with was an I don't know despite the open-endedness of the question. The serum should help persuade him and Tia's heavy glare spoke louder than any words from the sith master. The blood test returned, nothing significant, but it didn't mean they were not a sleeper agent. She stepped next to Wodan (@Braden) who seemed to better to just observe for now as she leaned in to whisper in his ear, "Be vigilant, if there are sleepers, who knows who else down here could be one of the bug's agents."


Tiamat turned back to look at the acolyte, "We don't detain for pirating cathar tits, you must of reached something more sensitive."

She glanced at Crix before turning her attention back to the acolyte and prepared another needle, to hopefully get him talking more, and only that. She wondered how many Master Trelain had to deal with who completely soiled themselves down here.



Tiamat caught on to the good cop, bad cop with Crix. She warns Wodan to keep a lookout for anything suspicious as they interrogate, and presses to intimidate the acolyte.

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Aadya Rasheer

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Aadya watched as her spray of glass eviscerated two of the Killiks while another two leapt into action and engaged her with their spears. With a subtle tug of the force, Aadya pulled her second lightsaber to her hand and ignited it.

With her right hand saber, Aadya would catch the attack that had gone high and direct it away from herself. With her left hand saber, she would do the same but direct it in the opposite direction. With the Killik's weapons locked up, Aadya would shout an order to her men to fire a barrage of blaster shots at the Killik's exposed flanks.

Holding the guard as long as she needed for the blaster fire to begin, Aadya would then use the force to leap back from the two Killiks. Regardless of whether her men's blaster fire destroyed the Killiks, Aadya would let a wave of force energy blast in front of her to send the bugs hopefully already lifeless bodies flying backward.


I would expect nothing else from you, Aadya replied, a knowing smirk forming beneath her mask. Follow Altair's orders, She commanded to her men.. Fight for him as you fight for me.

Making a few hand motions to her troops, Aadya turned her own attention back on the facility. She had enough faith in Altair that he would be able to wrap up the situation outside and rejoin her eventually.

If nothing else stood in her way, Aadya would head off and try to maker her way into the facility.


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Wodan tried to keep his face blank as the Master spoke, how many prisoners did they have? How many were suspected and for what reasons were they suspected in the first place? The fact that anyone and everyone could be a sleeper agent or actively helping the Killik onslaught made even the simple task of questioning these prisoners tougher than it should.

Tiamat stepped next to him, a moment of fear leapt through him, what if Tiamat was a sleeper agent? His eyes glanced down to see if she carried a weapon and if her hands were anywhere near it. But instead she dropped her voice and whispered in his ear, her concerns seemed to mirror his own. Who could they trust? Could they even trust each other?

Vigilant? He needed more information, perhaps there was something that connected the three down here and the others that had been detained. Did Master Trelain have a working theory for this. Stepping away from the pair he moved towards the Sith Master who was attending other ‘prisoners’ “Master Trelain, I have a couple of questions which may help our investigation. Why were those three specifically treated as suspects? Perhaps if we knew more as to why they were exactly imprisoned we could narrow down our questions better? It would also allow us to hopefully spot further sleeper agents today and into the future. ”

Wodan suspects everyone now, asks Trelain if there is a connection between the three imprisoned individuals.
 

Pedee

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Oof. The explosions caught Pedee off guard. Is this the Killiks doing? They are a clever enemy if so... Droids don't have ears as organics do, the the thing did Pedee's audio sensors did hear the explosion too comfortable to hear. Pedee would the regain her footing int time to see the Sith group being beset by enemies, Killiks with electro spikes. Theres was also another noise, a hissing sound. Sounded like a gasleak, but could it be an unknown creature? Sith, Killik or otherwise?

In response to the Killiks, Pedee would draw a Kyzuo petar to her left hand and then her blaster pistol to her right. Although Pedee was supposed to be bringing up the rear, she had a good opportunity. Pedee would fire four shots at Killiks that two green-skinned organic hasn't fired upon. Pedee would be standing to the sides of the group, make sure that her partners are not in her line of fire in the process. The idea was to kill as many of those Killiks as possible before proceeding. Even if the group has to go deal with something potentially urgent, it's best that the team kill the bugs as soon as possible.

"We can kill them all quickly" Pedee said in response to the greenskins whining, saying he didn't like the odds. Pedee is adroid that specializes in killing and the rest are Sith that should be able to kill them all easy too, right?

After those shots, Pedee would briefly glance in the direction of where her the sound is coming from, hoping her sonar or motion detector can pick something up. Maybe she won't be close enough, but maybe she will be.

It sees as though Champion Ti is in charge, so what Pedee does next, run towards the noise or killing the Killiks scourge.

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Ashla heard as much as she sensed the explosion behind them, as it sent her crashing to her feet. As she rose, a little bruised but mostly intact, more than one irritant caught her attention. The first was a hissing sound, and the other being their new welcoming party, though which she hated more she could not tell. Like Lucas she could also make some assumptions about the hissing sound might represent, and as the acolyte and Peedee began firing at the killiks, she made her decision with regards to what to do next.

"She's right," she told Lucas as a follow up to Peedee's comment about the killiks being easy targets, "you've got this. Deal with this, I'll go check down there."

As the duo continued firing at the killiks, Ashla turned her attention to the hissing sound. Lightsaber lit once more after her earlier tumble, and ready to defend herself if the killiks tried to harrow her while she moved, she began jogging in the direction of the sound, ready to deal with whatever threat waited there.

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Amber-gold eyes gazed around the stone chamber and its symbol-etched with mixed caution and awe, recognizing the language as a Sith dialect appearance if not being able to read it. Kane heard Letous' explanation and turned to look, brows furrowing. Harness your rage? So, be angry or be dead? He could do this. Pride demanded purpose and perfection, and anger was easy.

Kanaloa took his spot, leaning his spear against his shoulder and the floor, softly intoning something behind his mask. "Change it, ruin. Hold it, loss." Gloved fingers crossed his head and chest, a circle with a curved line within before both hands were brought together. Surrounded on all sides by the weight and cold of the Dark Side, beyond any power he'd felt before, he didn't try to directly grasp and control. It was terrifying and exhilarating all at once.

Fury was riled up from within him, anger at his own faults, the fear in his heart, at anything and everything that sparked it. Fury gathered in his chest, sinking and spinning like a whirlpool. Korriban held fury too, deep in its bones, coursing through the air all around them. Kane let them mix, skin shifting to silvered undertones and pupils narrowed to feral slits as the powerful emotions swirled together. It was nearly overwhelming, truth be told.

His eyes were drawn unerringly to the visions flashing by; an ancient spirit, cloaked and cold. Fear sank into his bones as the images swept to the next, armies under the command of an insectoid sovereign. That fear filled him still further with rage, the strain and unfathomable power with fear, fear into a rage again in an endless cycle as the ritual continued on.

The young acolyte didn't try to wrench overt control of it all. Rather he let his rage run wild and fill his heart, instinct and the current guiding it where it was meant to go so long as he maintained focus. All the while he could feel the strain of intense focus, the outside world and its various sensations replaced with the roaring heat of the flames, the arctic chill of the Dark Side, and visions that flooded through his mind.

Kanaloa tried his best not to drown.


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Kanaloa focused on his rage in a Wrean Shaman-y/Sith fluff sort of way and joins the ritual. He sees the spooky visions and focuses as best he can on using the Force.
 

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Sarella exhaled a single breath through her nostrils - shooting Kane a brief glance as the Wrean shot down her proposal. The Fallanassi opted not to press the issue any further whatsoever - instead following the Arcane Master deeper into the caverns and - hopefully - to whatever destination awaited them. When they finally came upon the ritual chamber, Sarella allowed her gaze to slowly wander the room, taking in the Ur-kittat runes carved into the walls and braziers that danced with blue flames. She couldn’t help but wonder if she was the first Jedi to ever lay eyes on the ancient Sith monument.

Perhaps she would be the last.

The Fallanassi fixed her gaze onto the Arcane Master - listening quietly as the woman explained their task. Her lips tugged ever-so-slightly at the mention of harnessing her rage and the Dark Side - a prospect that once again fell contrary to everything the woman stood for and filled her with a sense of dread. The whispers of the Dark Side filled the cavern and tore at her mind already - promising of everything she desired and the strength that seemed just beyond her reach. To give into them now was to plunge down a road Sarella doubted she could return from, assuming she survived the ritual at all.

There was no question in her mind what she would do, regardless of what it meant for her in the end.

A silent prayer was spoken to the Force as Sarella took her place within the room - glove-covered hands extending outwards with the palms facing up. The Light swelled and poured through her extremities - energy flowing to contribute to the ritual with every ounce of strength that she had - though she did not harness her rage or emotions as the Arcane Master dictated. At once, Sarella could feel the cold and terrifying power that surrounded her - filling the air with more strength then she had ever witnessed before. She made no attempt to seize or control it regardless of the temptation.

The very same visions tore through the Fallanassi’s mind, and so too did the tantalizing whispers of the Dark Side - the promises of power and the truth nature of the Force she longed to understand. It took every bit of her strength to contribute to the ritual and attempt to keep herself centered against the dark influence at the same time - and it took a visible toll upon her. The strain manifested as the beads of sweat that rolled down her face and the strain that pressed down upon her mind - threatening to crush her in the process.

Sarella does the ritual thing - notably not harnessing her Rage through the process. She sees the visions like the rest, and attempts to focus on the ritual through the Strain.

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In the main courtyard in front of the temple, the soldiers under @Altair Din's command were putting up a valiant fight. There would have been many more casualties were it not for the fact that the Champion managed to keep the creature somewhat in place while his troops targeted the weak points.

Even so, the tainted Killiks were large and strong. After several seconds, it managed to break its head free from his grip and flung itself toward the closest group of soldiers, looking to entirely smother and crush them under its weight. Still, the blaster shots had done their job, making two of the creature's joints almost unusable, which was why it used its weight to its advantage.

@Aadya Rasheer's maneuver worked well enough against the two that she fought, as her troopers cut them down. However, as she advanced inside, things would be different. She entered the door to find that it was initially an empty room, but the further she pressed on toward the sound of blasterfire, she would find that the situation inside was already dire. The Killiks and their Joined allies had just finished wiping out the defenders that remained. Now she would find herself alone against two Killiks and four Joined Imperial troopers.

The troopers didn't hesitate to open fire from across the room with their four blaster rifles, keeping her at a distance with suppressing fire while one of the Killiks stood guard near them and the other began messing with the station's controls.

Inside the tomb, the trio had opted to split up for better or worse. The Killik hivemind had them separating off into easy teams without any need to communicate. Three moved for @Pedee and three for @Lucas Orum.

Lucas's first shot was on point, slamming against the armored hide of the first Killik and knocking it back. The other, subsequent shots, however, were fired in too rapid a succession to be accurate. Heavy blasters were notorious for an incredible amount of kick, and that would show through now as the other rounds simply landed all around their targets.

In the meantime, the other two Killiks had moved in on him, one moving in from the right while the other moved from the left. Both looked to skewer him through the sides, pinning him back to the fallen debris behind them.

@Pedee would face a similar issue. Her first shot slammed into the Killik she aimed at but the other shots flew far more wildly around as the creatures moved in. One body slammed into her, looking to knock her completely off her feet while the other used the haft of its spear in an attempt to pin her head to the ground at the neck and twist her mechanical head clean off.

@Ashla Ti had opted to leave behind her partners, and the results of that would lead her down a hall where she had not been pursued. Two Joined in Imperial engineer uniforms were tinkering with a large machine that seemed to be the source of the hissing while another Sith stood guard, waiting to confront the approaching Champion.

Change is inevitable. Give in. Do you even know why you're fighting? the Sith man asked her. Buying time or truly trying to convert her?


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Amidst the detention center, the trio were faced with a difficulty. The acolyte they were interrogating seemed genuinely terrified. As @Crix Aran asked him what it was like to have someone else in his head, he shook his head.

What are you talking about?! I'm not in league with anyone! he objected only to have @Tiamat threatening him moments later and bring more fear to the surface.

I didn't do anything, please stop! he shouted, backing as far away as he could as the next needle came out.

As @Wodan turned to Trelain, she stopped the work she was doing and turned to him. These three were some of the High Overseer's personal students, she said.

Acolyte one... she said, motioning to the "man" they were currently interrogating. Clearly, she hadn't bothered learning any of their names, they were just prisoners. ...was detained just outside the holocomm terminals.

Acolyte two... she said, motioning to the next person down the line ...was detained in his room, she said.

And Acolyte three was detained trying to break into the High Overseer's office, she explained.


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In the cryptic space deep beneath the temple, those who had followed the Arcane Master would be exposed to things they had never seen before. Channeling their rage and power into the ritual, they had been gifted with the location of the cluster in which the Killik's hive originated.

@Sol Kenuk would feel the pull of the Dark, but rather than tear his mind apart, he would feel strong in the Force, continuing to hear the call of the Force. @Kasim Din would feel the first seeds of the Dark Side. Though he may never have known anger and rage before, that resentment would continue to boil up, a poison in his relationships with those he loved. It would linger and fester in the days to come, but he would feel himself desiring more of the power he now tasted. And he would know that everything his siblings had could be his and more.

@Nova Trent would feel herself consumed by those same thoughts of rage. It threatened to spin out of control, and she would be able to feel her mind pulled in contradictory directions. @Llolith Uttu likewise would find that her powers seemed to amplify, that she felt more alive than she had ever felt. As if she could bend the Force and the galaxy itself to her will.

@Kanaloa Tau would be able to feel the Dark Side flow through him, and with it the understanding that this was where he belonged. He wasn't master of it, but carried on its currents to bring him unerringly to his ends. He would feel alive in that moment. In contrast, @Sarella was getting perhaps her most up close taste of the Dark Side, but she resisted. Her mind was centered, but the darkness around her was as close to poison as the Force could ever come. Even the slightest crack in her resolve would break her... but she remained firm. Perhaps it was a very symbol of what the Jedi had the potential to stand for against the darkness, but her resolve was unwavering. The only question was, how much was it actually helping the ritual? Korriban was a dark nexus and her influence of the Light which should have undermined what was being done, nevertheless seemed to bolster those who stood around her.

As the vision continued to flow, they would all be able to see the the Killiks doing battle against Imperial soldiers and the outline of a man in armor with twin sabers. They would be able to feel their rage and hated directed toward him until he fell under their gaze.

The vision would change to a fuzzy outline of a different man who was somehow ancient, his power long forgotten as he led the Killiks against the Empire and against Korriban. He was standing in this very room, one with the the Force itself and yet twisting the planet - and the Killiks - to his end.

OOC: @Nevermourn @LadyRen @lizziie @Mr. Teatime @SlagathorTheUnknown @Altaris anyone choosing to continue with the ritual, please roll a second d100 for strain, tag me, and include it in your next post. Participants can now leave the ritual if they so choose.
 
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