[Sith/Imp Mission] Unearthing the Past

[Alhon]

It was Alexia who answered his question, adopting an increasingly condescending tone.

Shred our sanity? Austin wasn't entirely sure how you mounted a defence against such a thing. Was the Priestess suggesting Krax's shade could invade their minds again at any moment, without hindrance and inflict serious and lasting harm by doing so? If so, he understood the need to fear this thing, but what on earth could be worth such a risk was lost on him.

Nonetheless, on they went. Alexia led them to a door in the far corner; another that bowed to the force of her powers. Stepping through, Austin just had time to glimpse the purple-runed alter before everything went wrong. Light. Heat. Lightning. The latter lanced past the Lieutenant before he could react, striking one of his men square in the chest and sending him tumbling to the ground. He did not get up.

“You were warned. Priestess.”

It was the voice again, even more resonant than before. Austin tried to raise his pistol, but he found himself caught in an invisible force.; a furious gale that none of them could see, a maelstrom of air that seemed to buffet them, pinning them to the spot. He could see the Priestess up ahead, halted by the same dark power.

They had to break through, but how he did not know. Austin resolved to sheer force of will, driving his arm up one centimetre at a time, straining all the time against the voice in his mind. Finally, after what seemed like an age, the barrel of his weapon drew level and he took aim in the direction of the alter. He doubted a lone blaster bolt would be enough to end this madness, but he had to try something.

Squinting against their enemies grasp, he pulled the trigger.

@Braden Drake @Valen Pelora

 

[Braden]

Sigurd stayed back as always, almost in the completely covered in the darkness not forced back by the light of the priestess Light-saber. Perhaps those shadows saved him from the full onslaught of the dead Sith's powers. He watched as the lightning arced through the room, striking the trooper in the chest. His body shook for a moment as the muscles throughout him contracted and released with the intense power running through him. He dropped to the floor, a dark hole still smoldering on his chest, the smell of burnt flesh filling Sigurd nostrils.

Where as his two compatriots seemed frozen by the Sith Lord, Sigurd was not, hidden in the dark somehow unnoticed. Or so he thought. "Sigurd Smaugson... I see you." The voice was in his head like before, though from the look on the others faces as they struggled against the invisible grip it was one only he could hear. "I see the real you... The desire for power, to right those that have wronged you... To kill those who have taken everything from you... I can offer you that power." Sigurd could not deny he was tempted, the desire of power was something buried deep inside him that only surfaced itself on occasion. "I'm listening." Sigurd said in his head. His answer was met with maniacal laughter, "Good, Good. Now kill them. Kill them and come to me." Sigurd hesitated, he did not know why, he had killed many times over and most of the time for much less than he was being offered now.

So why did he hesitate, he had only known these people for a short while, had no real attachment to them, no reason to keep them alive. As he hesitated he heard a shot go off, Austin had somehow fought through the Sith's power, perhaps as he was distracted talking to him. But the bolt rang free, it flew down the corridor and then their was a scream in their minds. Something that could shatter glass, even steal, something that drove them to their knees, before the spell holding his comrades released.

As they all took a breath, the echo of the scream in their minds, the voice rang out again for Sigurd. "Kill them..."

@Valen Pelora
@Alhon

 

[Valen Pelora]

Alexia was battered from all sides. The Force hammering against her body. Her teeth were clenched as her muscles strained. A sliver of fear crept up her spine. This lost Sith was stronger than the spirit who had haunted the Temple on Malachor. She gripped ahold of the Force and drank deeply of the Darkside. Darkness poured through her body, giving her the strength she needed. The body had to be destroyed. She took one small step. Then another. Then another. Alexia was buffeted backwards as the Sith renewed his assault. A blaster bolt flew by her, slamming into the alter.

Shrieking rang through her mind. She fell to her knees, blood dripping from her nose. They needed to end this. The mind was a fragile thing and the Darth knew where to hit. She slammed her mental walls higher, desperately seeking to protect her psyche. She was not getting any closer to the alter. Grimacing she struck out in the Force. A massive wave erupted from her outstretched left hand. The cover on the alter blew off, revealing the exposed mummified corpse within.

The working of the Force had been tiring. She was slowly standing, needing her allies to deal the fatal blow. She prayed to the Darkside for strength. Alexia could feel the tendrils of Krax flowing from the alter. She felt the Darkness touch her mind. Kill them. The message was not for her. She spun to look at the Acolyte. She locked eyes with the man. The Lieutenant’s aim needed to be true. She put her trust in the faith, willing the Lieutenant to take the shot.

“Acolyte, your faith is being tested. The dead are not the masters of the living. Krax has no hold over you, he can give you nothing.” She raised her voice. “Look at me. Look at me. He is dead and gone. Whatever power he had died with him. He will drag you down into the depths. Leave you for dead. Fight back.”

She kept her Lightsaber at her side but her grip tightened. She did not want to raise her blade against the Acolyte. Sith killing Sith was frowned upon by Lord Cain. If the acolyte could not resist the voice of a dead man, she would have to strike him down.

@Alhon @Braden Drake

 

[Valen Pelora]

OOC: With the TS only 6 days away I’m just going to wrap this puppy up.

Alexia stared at the Acolyte, the man was unmoving. She could sense the Darkside still pulsing from the coffin. Her eyes flicked to the Lieutenant. Why wasn’t he firing? One well-placed blaster bolt would send the frail mummified corpse up in flames. It would end all of this. She tightened her grip on her Lightsaber. She couldn’t wait any longer, she would do this herself. As she always had. Alexia took a chance and spun away from the Acolyte. She prayed he had the strength to resist the whispers of the dead.

The Darkside flowed through her. She drank deeply, flooding her body. The Force poured into her. The Dark sang to her as she quickly worked. She faced the corpse, the Darkside building in her hands. She took two steps as electric blue lightning sparked on her finger tips. She felt the brush of dead’s mind. It pushed her, screamed at her. It was too late now. It was over. Her hand shot out and the truest manifestation of the Darkness followed. Crackling purple blue lighting rushed from her hand, slamming into the corpse. A mind shattering scream split the air. Alexia was driven to her knees by the screech. When the pain cleared she slowly stood. The mummified body was a charred husk. She reached out in the Force and sensed nothing. The spirit had been banished. The heavily armored Priestess approached the tomb.

She reached inside and smiled. As she had suspected the forgotten Darth had been buried with his possessions. A beautifully carved long sword rested beside the smoking corpse. She reached out with the Force and touched the blade. It reverberated in the Darkside. Force Forged. Yes, this would make another suitable gift for Lord Cain. She grabbed the blade and slide it onto her belt. Alexia turned and smiled at her companions.

“A pleasure boys. We should do it again sometime.” She winked and walked out. In short order, Alexia Morr was out of the ruins, back in she ship, and headed home to Tund.

OOC: Exit Thread.