[Sith Mission] Kill Wolfgang Arcturus

[Darth Tak]

((I have no choice, I'm coming with Ralek.))

"Yes, Master." said Tak as he walked in his direction. Tak watched as Raslekx got a child and brought him to safety. He will never make it up in the Sith if he rescues little boys. Tak sighed in disappointed as he thought this. "Come this way, we don't have much time." said Tak as he walked down his route, whether Raslekx followed or not.

((So now that Tak and Raslekx are together without Xanthus, who makes the rooms? Who says what happens? Aaron or Xan?))

 

[Xan]

'I wonder if it was truly wise to send those two along a hall by themselves?' Technically speaking, if the goal was to reach the Command Bridge, then separating into two groups was unlikely to have aided the matter in any particular way. Then again, Xanthus had not separated himself from the Acolytes in order to expedite the mission; he had done so because he was a teacher and a Master, and his titles meant nothing if he never taught lessons. 'The lesson is that sometimes, you will be forced into tasks with people whom you personally have disagreements with. If you cannot piece together enough willpower to work alongside a rival, then you will not be successful as a Sith.' Xanthus thought to himself as he recalled again one of the first missions he had completed as a Sith Acolyte, roughly ten years into his past. Literally all four Acolytes had been plotting against each other in some form, but in the end they had banded together to complete a common goal. Well...'Three of us did, anyway.' The Master corrected himself with a chuckle that was cut short when he felt the presences of several men directly in front of him. 'Hmph.' With his next step, Xanthus became invisible, invoking the Art of the Small to render himself nothing more than a shadow walking. His greatest triumph had been the mastery of this legendary Force technique, and it was a testament to how deadly an Assassin it made him that he was literally walking past the various men who were theoretically supposed to be defending this area. 'My apologies, gentlemen. I would combat you personally, but I have an objective to accomplish that would be better served by avoiding combat. You understand, surely.' Xanthus thought with a smile as he simply continued forward at a leisurely pace.

 

[Aaron Corinth]

He had been sure, the sith would not have made it this far, however they were close. His basic adeptness with the force allowed him to pinpoint their location. The hallway branched and they had separated. There were three more rooms with armed imperial guards in front of them. They were barrack type rooms with the heaviest concentration of forces in the last room. Among those in each of the last rooms were one of his brothers. They could sense the force as he could and could pinpoint their location, visible or not. Following the last rooms, if they managed to escape would be the central mess hall where he himself would confront the strangers. If they made it past him they would make it to the bridge, but he knew they had to get through the four heavy turrets guarding the door as well as the blast door and lightsaber resistant containment field. He hoped they could buy enough time to crash the ship. He had been telepathically told that the other two of his brothers had been among the first the sith had knocked unconscious. However, they were hardier than the puny humans and now they could be put to use. Do you remember what the sith master looked like? He asked one of them and to the other he asked and of course you know what the two acolytes looked like?

They answered in unison, Yes.

Excellent, disguise yourself as them and make your way behind them and try to lure them to their death, he ordered.

One of the creatures morphed into the mighty Sith Executioner and the other turned himself into the pureblood Tak. They each followed their directions and one followed the acolytes left and the other followed the master right.

"Tak, Raslekx come with me, things have become more interesting than you know. We must return to our shuttle and leave this wretched ship. The bridge is sealed with blast doors and is very well protected. We should save ourselves and escape! Who is the boy you found there?" the creature posing as Xanthus asked the acolytes in the room.

The other beast had more difficulty as the soldiers had not yet been dealt with. He made it to the second room when the soldiers began to fire. He ducked behind one of the lockers at the front of the room and called for Xanthus, "Master, Raslekx is lost, he was with me in the second room, but I can't find him now. We must make our way there and save him."

The creature could sense him among the soldiers and hoped he would turn to help, after all the master would not be very effective if he killed his students. The creature disguised as a crew member who had been Wolfgang could sense his brothers attempting to convince the sith to turn back or to help the others. He hoped at least one of the party would be foolish enough to follow. His brother knew of a containment field set up back towards their ship, it would activate following entrance into it and after his brother exited the chamber hopefully sealing the sith away. The barriers were extremely resistant to force powers and the blades of the sith. If they captured the sith, their prize would be even sweeter, a sith master and two acolytes along with everyone in the academy. He was overcome with joy. He truly hoped they would follow his brothers!

 

[Rector_Ras]

With the boy only slightly in front of him his saber behind is back so close that if he was to activate it the blade would put a hole right through the boy. He had made the boy walk fairly fast until he caught up with Tak and walked with him side by side. They had been walking for only a short while before Master Xanthus came up behind them. When he spoke it Startled him and he force pushed the boy to a wall knocking him out to make sure he did nothing and activated his lightsaber towards the master. Recognizing him right after turning around he quickly deactivated it with wide eyes. "I am sorry Master I... I had no idea you were there. I... I couldn't sense you. are you using the a force stealth ability?"

He thought Tak would be first in line to mock him for raising a saber towards a master and that was defiantly not what he wanted at all. He was sure the master would understand he was a kind man for a sith. If anything he was sure he would joke with him about it but not punish him no many masters and Crusaders would but he would not.

 

[Darth Tak]

"Are you serious? If we get out, the ship will kill all the Acolytes in the Academy on Korriban. We can't have that. I would die to save all the hopeful Acolytes. After all, we are Acolytes too." said Tak as he noted some peculiarities with their unofficial master (or so they thought). "Are you sick, sir? You sound a little off." said Tak. He was a Pureblood and could see these kinds of things. "We really do need to hurry. I sense a lot of people down here, so this seems like the way to the control deck."

Tak had his suspicions. Who could look exactly like Wolfgang Arcturus? A shape-shifter perhaps. Perhaps Xanthus was one. The Force Sense wasn't right... it just didn't radiate correctly. He had his doubts.

Then he came to a conclusion of sorts, but he was not completely sure. "You're not Xanthus. I know now. The Force Sense is out of sync. The voice tone doesn't fit... and most of all, Xanthus wouldn't not save the Acolytes. Nice try, though." said Tak as he readied his Lightsaber. "Raslekx, That's an imposter. He's trying to buy time to kill the Acolytes. Mister Imposter, if you value your life, run. But you probably don't, after all, you are on a Kamikaze ship. Raslekx, please help." said Tak as he sent a powerful stream of Golden Force Lightning to the imposter, hoping Raslekx would do the same, and also hoping this would be quick as they had limited time.

"Game over."

 

[Xan]

The Master sighed lightly, wondering to himself why he was employing the Art of the Small. It was simply being wasted on beings who were not even enough of a challenge to justify his use of his ascendant technique. Instead he allowed his Force sensitivity to be felt while maintaining his invisible status through an ability called the Cloak of Shadows. The transition being flawless, the Master did not even appear in the air as more than a light shimmering or a blur as the technique shifted to a lesser form. 'Much better.' Xanthus thought to himself, unaware of the fact that his change in technique allowed him to be sensed by the shapeshifters who then formulated their plot. He would notice however, when things began to go somewhat more differently than he had anticipated. He heard the sounds of startled men, and immediately his reflexes brought him to the ground as he wondered if he had been seen. It was when the men began to fire towards the doorway that he noticed the fact that he was still undetected. It was someone else drawing the attention of the guards.

'Tak?'

With the entire room-full of men firing simultaneously at the doorway, it would have been difficult for a normal man to hear the pureblood's words, but Xanthus heard every word as clearly as if the Acolyte were standing right beside him. 'Raslekx is lost? Hmm...' Turning his unseen head, Xanthus counted the number of men in the room, took a deep breath and then deactivated his Cloak of Shadows. The sound of surprise was rewarding, but Xanthus had all of a second and a half to enjoy it before launching into action. Dashing forward, Xanthus placed a fist into one man's stomach before stepping behind him and planting his elbow directly into his first opponent's back. A man directly behind the first prepared to fire a shot at the Master's head, so Xanthus simply grabbed the first by the arm and flung him into the second, knocking both into a pile of human unconsciousness. A sense of danger immediately to his rear made the Master turn with a palm already raised, which absorbed a blaster bolt meant for his spine. Gripping his would-be murderer through the Force, Xanthus pulled the man towards him and when the man was within punching range knocked him out with one well placed fist to the side of the skull. Having been 'enhanced' by the Chiss ten years previous, Xanthus's strength was roughly thrice that of the 'average' Mandalorian warrior, so punches from him were enough to render fully grown men unconscious immediately. The rest of the room was cleared in a similar manner as the whirlwind that was Xanthus drove through the small group of men, rendering everyone unconscious in seconds through melee combat and the Force; the latter being used primarily in a defensive method to absorb blaster bolts and rearrange the positions of the assailants. When the last man lay unconscious, Xanthus took another deep breath to calm himself before looking towards the Acolyte.

"Two things, Acolyte. Firstly, this ship is set on a kamikaze path towards Korriban, meaning that we must be swift in our approach to the situation. Raslekx knows this, and so should you. We cannot stop our mission to look for him, though we can feel free once we control the ship. Secondly, in case you have forgotten, I trained that particular Acolyte and I have faith in his skills. We will meet at the bridge, or we will find him when the mission is complete and receive a report as to what kept him from the mission's completion. At any rate, since you are here, you can come with me." Xanthus said in icy tones before turning imperiously and continuing his careful stride towards the first of the barracks. 'Aside from that, 'Tak,' you should know that as a Master I can at least sense the Force presence of others, particularly those who have spent a fair amount of time in my presence. You are a shape-shifter and a cunning liar, but you are not one of my apprentices.' Xanthus thought almost as an afterthought as he kept his senses primed towards the false-Acolyte. 'Hmm...I suppose that in this case another beast might be trying to impersonate me...' Xanthus almost smiled and gave himself away. 'Well, I was not lying when I said that I have faith in those who I train. Good luck, shapeshifters.'

 

[Aaron Corinth]

The beast disguised as Xanthus watched the boy fly into the wall and the sudden reaction from one of the acolytes. The reaction from the other had him slightly confused as his look and voice was impeccable compared to the real man. He shook his head after he realized that he had not truly heard the man speak. However it did not matter, he had been made. He turned himself back to his natural form, his claws and fangs bursting from the hands and jaw of the sith he had been impersonating and his eyes turning his species' bright orange color. The sith had attempted to use force lightning on him, but he was faster than the man was. He first attacked the unarmed man and brought his left hand with claws extended at an angle slashing from the man's right shoulder to his left hip. Following with a bite towards the right side of his neck with the large fangs covering his jaw. Following the attack on the unarmed man, he turned back to the armed sith and brought a ferocious sweeping leg towards his right leg. He followed the sweeping attack with a slashing attack from his right arm across the other man's chest.
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The other beast disguised as Tak thought his job had been going far too easily. Xanthus had easily put down every soldier in the room and had begun to continue towards the next room. He knew the sith executioner would not be so easily fooled. He had heard his brother had to attack the other two acolytes and so they had been found out. He altered his from back to his original form and pounced towards the executioner's back leading with his jaws aimed for the man's neck.
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His brothers were now attacking the sith. He had a feeling that they would not last as long as they might think. These sith were powerful and knew the force and lightsaber combat. He glanced out the window as the planet was getting closer. He knew unless they got through him in the next few minutes the ship would be in the gravitational pull of the planet and by then it would be too late for the sith. He laughed as he thought of the destruction that would be caused. He had only to hope that his fellow gurlanins would last long enough for that to happen. The two that were attacking and the two in the next room were some of the best warriors that his species had known. He himself had been hailed as the best warrior of their clan. If the others had failed he would succeed. The sith were nothing compared to some of the creatures he had felled single handedly. He had faith the barriers blocking the bridge would serve to keep them out, but based on what he had seen he knew they would not last long. However, if it even lasted several minutes it would be too late and they would die with the acolytes at the academy.

 

[Rector_Ras]

Tak made a huge accusation and it made sense. It didnt take long for it to change back into whatever it was. As soon as trasformed to a thing with sharp teeth and claws Raslekx took out his saber once again only just in time for the attack. Blocking all the small attacks with fair easy he moved to attack but it moved on out towards Tak. It was on him but he was unable to tell weather Tak was able to block or not.

Not being done with the thing Raslekx moved in towards the two of them. It had made a fool of him and it was something one of the very few things that made him angry. Even with his control of emotion he was angry and he almost embraced it this thing wouldent live. It would die for making him look for a fool and even more so for trying to crash this ship into what had become his home. He moved in towards the the two of them and not really caring about were Tak was and hoping he would move or something when he did what he was about to do. Grabbing the things leg he would throw it towards the wall the other boy was laying at and use force push to make it slam harder before shocking it with as much lightning as he could possibly muster.

 

[Darth Tak]

"Darn you!" shouted Tak as he brought his Lightsaber between their two legs, which (unless the creature somehow managed to get it's leg out in time) would cut the beasts leg off. Then again, he put his Lightsaber where the creature was attacking. If he did that half a second before, he would have been damaged. If the beast didn't get it's hand out quickly, it wouldn't have one. On both accounts, Tak was using the beasts momentum against it. "Raslekx, help!" shouted Tak as with a delicate mix of Force Push and Telekinesis, the suicidal creature would be flying into the other room where the crew members would attack it, and it wouldn't have enough time to shift to another form (unless something unexpected happens). He asked his fellow Acolyte for help (by doing the same as he) to make it easier and faster.

Tak would sense if the beast or the crew members won. If IT won, then Tak would go into the next room and Force Push it into the last room with the most people. If the people won in the second room, then Tak would Force Lightning the survivors to 'sleep' (unconsciousness). If the beast won in the third room (that he was Force Pushed into for the second time) then they would slay the beast. If not, then 'sleep' like a possibility in the second.

((OOC=That was what could happen, not what did. Tak is doing something for every outcome))

If the beast killed a lot of soldiers, Tak would say "That was a sacrifice worth making." Tak knew that the soldiers would (probably) attack because they would think it was one of the attacking Sith.

No-matter which outcome, Tak (and hopefully Raslekx) would face the other beast in the last room. Tak did a quick left-to-right horizontal swipe at it.

((If there are any errors, I understand and I will change, just VM me about it))

 

[Xan]

Even had Xanthus not been adept with the Force, he would have felt the danger that launched itself at his seemingly unknowing back. A part of the 'enhancements' that the Chiss had given him had been a sensory package that made him difficult to sneak up on by the greatest of the assassins. A massive wolf-creature snarling and leaping through the air? Even as his Force-granted danger senses alerted him to an abstract threat, Xanthus was turning around with the Force gathered into his right hand. As the beast neared, he unleashed a powerful push that sent it sailing into a wall next to the door. A satisfying sound of muscle hitting metal reached Xanthus's ears, and in that moment an idea managed to creep its way into his head, one that was as solidly evil as it was brutal. It was time to remind the people aboard this ship of why he was considered to be a true Sith.

When the beast-man recovered and began to circle him, Xanthus's face was split by the single most malevolent smile he had ever given another soul. The Sith Master had not even drawn a lightsaber yet, but was simply standing where he had been in a second before, grinning like a mad-man as the predator circled him. Xanthus's tongue darted out for a moment as he licked his lips as though staring at a particularly succulent morsel. "You know, it's a rarity that I ever act with brutality. It's so uncouth and a display not of power, but of weakness. If I have to display garish amounts of power, then I must not truly posses it, you see. This time however, I make an exception. You have my pity." It was then that Xanthus would charge, instead of the wolf-man, the Force empowering his body and enabling him to dash forward with almost too much haste to be tracked properly.

His opponent, being a predator, managed to react enough to flash forward a claw with what might have been fatal accuracy if Xanthus had not stopped himself a foot before making physical contact and extended his hand again, and with a manic grin blasted his opponent at point-blank range with another, stronger Force push. This time, he heard bones begin to crack with his enhanced hearing, but he required the beast-man to be mostly intact for what he intended to do. For that, the bones were not entirely necessary, but he would be careful to leave the body mostly noticeable. Bringing his left hand forward in a choking motion, he used the Force to begin compressing the beast's throat, using his right hand to lift it into the air. The struggling wolf-man brought out a chuckle in Xanthus that gave credit to his Executioner title.

"Oh yes, I pity you and your unfortunate conspirators. You however, will be caused the second greatest amount of pain. Before that, however, I'm going to require your compliance for a particularly...interesting experiment that I have in mind." Fear beginning to radiate from his opponent, Xanthus released the creature from the Force Choke and in the moment between its release and it hitting the ground applied the entirety of his immense will against the beast's mind. The creature's will broke under the onslaught, and Xanthus used the opportunity to implant his Force Corruption into its mind. 'You will obey me until your dying breath, which will be soon, I guarantee it.' The Sith Master thought to himself and to the beast, which now sat essentially only semi-conscious at his feet. "Rise, weak-willed creature. You will be my tool used to remind your fellows of the price of angering the Sith." Xanthus said with a cheerful smile as he turned on a heel and led the beast-man along as though by an invisible collar.

'Oh, but I should have brought something to record this with. The Dark Lord himself would probably get a chuckle out of what I intend to do with you, would-be suicide bomber.' Continuing forward, Xanthus reached the doorway to the next room that would need to be crossed. It was at this point that the hallway would reconnect, and so he would wait for his apprentices. He could hear the vague sounds of combat coming from the room in which they should have been emerging in a few moments. 'Hmm...let's make sure that they don't kill you outright yet.' Xanthus said a moment before waving his hand over the gurlanin. It would be covered by an illusion that made it appear more akin to a large human than a wolf-man, so that the Acolytes might not attack it immediately. "And now I wait."

 

[Aaron Corinth]

The beast that had disguised himself as the executioner Xanthus took the brunt of two force pushes into the next room. His brother in the next room was surprised but managed to convince the other troopers in the room not to open fire. This left the two gurlanin's and four soldiers standing in the last room with the two sith before him.
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Only one more room, the beast thought. One of his brothers had been severely wounded but was still moving despite Xanthus' presence beside him. The other three of his brothers were in the last rooms, two before the acolytes and one before the exectuioner, before the hallway he had stationed himself in. He shook his head, only a few more minutes, we need to last only a few more minutes. The planet outside the window was eerily close, it was almost time.

 

[Rector_Ras]

This mission needed to get finished. There was no time to sit and fight the group in the next room for long.This needed to finish he could feel the planet getting closer as the power that radiated from it felt closer and closer.
Two of the beasts sat in His and Tak's path and he glared at them for only a moment before taking out both of his lightsabers and charged them both using the force to make his run almost to fast for the eye to keep track of. His lightsaber were both to the side as he ran in between the two wolf like things. If they didn't move they would both be cut in half.

 

[Darth Tak]

Tak entered the room, Lightsabers in hand as he deflected the numerous shots fired at him, while letting Raslekx attack too. He sweeped with his lightsabers at two of their legs, making them fall over, then a double swipe at the remaining two, which would kill them instantly. Then he would knock out the ones he tripped the legs of with his lightsabers with some Force Lightning, leaving some survivors. Tak then ran to the next room and instinctively Force Pushed one of the Gurlanins against the hard durasteel wall before slashing at it's gut. "You take the other one!" yelled Tak as he continued slashing at it. He hoped that his master, Xanthus, was ok and good, but he felt better as he heard the quiet hum of a lightsaber in the other room.

Spoiler: If the Gurlanin dies

Then Tak ran to the next room to find the boss Gurlanin in the control station. With telekinesis the Pureblood moved what appeared to be the main control deck and a wheel tat may or may not actually move the ship up. Then despite what it does, the Sith attacks with a merciless powerful rageful strike against the beasts neck.

Spoiler: If the Gurlanin doesn not die

Tak slashes until the Gurlanin dies. If the Gurlanin gets out somehow, then Tak Force Lightnings it until it does.

Then Tak ran to the next room to find the boss Gurlanin in the control station. With telekinesis the Pureblood moved what appeared to be the main control deck and a wheel tat may or may not actually move the ship up. Then despite what it does, the Sith attacks with a merciless powerful rageful strike against the beasts neck.

Spoiler: OOC

Seeing as most posts make minimum 3 seconds maximum 10 seconds IC we still can go through quite a lot of posts. Ralek, you and I take on the gurlanin. Xan, you can stop the ship through the control panel if my telekinesis thing doesn't work. If it does work however, you can help with the shifter. I have a plan to communicate with the Korriban acolytes and tell everyone at the academy that knows how to to use Telekinesis to use it to move the ship that I may use if things turn out bitter. If you have a problem, VM me.

 

[Xan]

'Hmm...oh, silly me.' Xanthus thought to himself after roughly two minutes worth of waiting. This was in fact the wrong hallway, as if he recalled correctly, the hall would reconnect after he had progressed through one more hall. 'Ah. Well, that just means that the Acolytes won't get to see my little experiment. Which is fine with me, I suppose.' Could not risk Acolytes spreading rumors that the calm and subtle Xanthus actually was not quite so subtle as could be imagine at certain moments. Walking up to the doorway that would lead to the final room that separated Xanthus from the Acolytes, Xanthus put away his lightsaber and prepared his mind for something that he used only sparingly: a Force Form, specifically Force Potency. It would increase the power of his destructive techniques exponentially, and would temporarily increase the amount of the raw Force that he was able to manipulate. The problem was that it would exceedingly tiring, not so when used sparingly of course, but in extreme amounts the user could even die of exhaustion immediately afterword. Fortunately, Xanthus only needed to use the technique for roughly thirty seconds, about the length of time required to release two other techniques. "Alright, beast-man, onto the doorway you go." Though its mind protested, the Gurlanin's body moved itself to stand against the cold metal that led to the next chamber. Obviously locked-down, the entrance would not open automatically at the moment, not that Xanthus was not expecting this. Taking another deep breath, Xanthus spread his legs slightly apart and assumed a certain stance. When he did, it felt as though the Force were 'heating' in his body, the familiar feeling of an intense amount of Force energy flowing through his 'veins' all at once and rushing towards the inevitable release he was planning.

Placing one hand against the beast-man's ragged fur, Xanthus pressed deeply into the Gurlanin's 'chest.' 'Hmm...this will not do.' Xanthus thought to himself before making a subtle motion with his hand. His hidden blade immediately shot out and placed a respectable hole in the beast's chest. His enemy made a sound of extreme pain, but it still could not control its muscles quite yet. Looking up, the beast-man had a moment to see Xanthus smile before the Sith Master released his mental control over its mind. Before it could think to attack him, Xanthus allowed the lightning he had placed within his blades earlier to surge into his opponent's body, prompting a howl of pain and a temporary loss of muscle control that had nothing to do with mind domination. Now the only thing holding his target in place was Xanthus holding its chest against the wall. "There we go, a nice hole to work with and my concentration mine again." With that, Xanthus began to gather Force energy into his right hand, kicking the beast with his left foot so that it was his foot holding it in place. Bringing his right hand back, Xanthus's gathered energy, aided by Force Potency became visible to the naked eye as a visible distortion in the air. Smiling, the Master brought his foot down and rushed his right hand towards the Gurlanin's chest. The beast's eyes opened wide for a half-second as the knowledge of what Xanthus was planning struck home. Pressing his right palm onto the very spot where he had made his incision, Xanthus pressed the gathered Force energy into the hole and released it all at once with an extraneous burst of energy provided by Force Potency.

[OOC: Basically Xanthus tears the door down with the Gurlanin in front of it. The details are below but I thought that I should perhaps place them into spoilers for those who didn't want to read.]

Spoiler: Warning: Gore

The result was messy. The Gurlanin 'exploded' from the inside out and the pieces and chunks that made up his body went flying into the next room. First its skeleton was broken into shards, then its musculature and tendons were pulped and finally the flesh of its back was torn open. With no where else to go, the Force energy made its way through the metal doorway violently, taking the majority of the Gurlanin with it; but not quite all of the beast-man made the journey. From the front, it appeared as though nothing were wrong with the Gurlanin, aside from its being obviously dead. Turned to the side however, it would appear as though the front were nothing more than an empty skin-sack torn in half. No parts of its body survived above the legs or below the neck aside from the frontal flesh. Turning his hand upside down, Xanthus caught the head as it began to fall, the creature's eyes filled with pain making his cock his head to the side for a moment. It was obviously dead, but its death glance was one of shock, pain, and absolute terror.

'Now for the results.' Walking forward past the destruction of the doors, Xanthus placed himself inside of a Force Protection Bubble and perceived the carnage while he prepared for his second assault. The Force Blast had spread the debris of his attack on the Gurlanin everywhere. Blood, bone, and internal organs littered the room and covered the walls to the point wherein blood was leaking from the ceiling and would form pools on the floor. Still holding onto the head, which sported what remained of the spinal cord, Xanthus held his grisly trophy high in the air and said: "Fatality." Four men in the room stared with mixed horror and fear, while one stared in fury rather than fear. Another Gurlanin, if Xanthus was not mistaken. With that, he dropped the skull and began to pull the Force into himself with great speed and without any of his usual holding back. Even if something attempted to attack him, his protection bubble would hold for longer than the next few minutes under constant strain if he required it to: and he only needed ten seconds. At the end of this ten seconds, Xanthus would release the energy as Force Repulse, sending everything and everyone hurtling towards the wall, even heavy beast-men. Deactivating Force Potency, Xanthus reached out and gripped the Gurlanin by the throat with the Force, choking it until it suffocated and throwing away its dead shell afterwards. Throwing away the corpse, Xanthus walked towards the doorway and forced the door to open with the Force before stepping through into the further reaches of the ship. Behind him was one dead Gurlanin, four unconscious men resting against the walls, and a room filled with dripping blood and pieces of beast-man and fur.

 

[Aaron Corinth]

All of his brothers down and the three sith now closing on his position. He had to hold out but a few moments, but the grisly ending of the other gurlanins had begun to tear at him. He reassumed the form of Wolfgang Arcturus and made his way back to the bridge. The doors slamming shut behind him as the three sith entered the hallway which he had inhabited. The shields, blast door, and turrets he hoped would hold them off long enough to finish the job as he turned back to the plastisteel windows covering the bridge the red planet spanned almost the entire viewing platform. He salivated in anticipation of the destruction that was about to occur. He hid in one of the many nooks and crannys of the bridge awaiting the three sith to enter. He hoped at least to catch them by surprise and perhaps take one of them with him. He hoped even if they killed him that the mission did not fail. The New Sith Imperium deserved retribution for everything they had done and he was the instrument for which it was to happen.

 

[Rector_Ras]

Tak had taken out the creature he was attacking but he passed out from exhaustion afterword's. Walking out of the room and into the area he was to meet his master he heard nothing. Deciding not to wait he walked towards the blast doors. Seeing the turrets he wondered why they weren't shooting. They had to know the sith were close why wouldn't they be doing everything to stall them? walking right up to the control panel near the door he heard Xanthus walk in Raslekx hit the open button of the door and it slid open as if they wanted the sith to come in. Having never seen wolfing before he could only guess that it was the man in the middle of the room with a disturbed look on his face as if he had no idea how it was possible to have gotten here so fast. Nothing mattered he needed to die and this ship needed to stop. Moving fast and calling on all the power he could into a charge he slammed his lightsaber into the mans chest before he had the time to change or get a weapon. Now hopefully he killed the right man and if he hadn't he was sure Xanthus would

 

[Xan]

Meeting Raslekx along the hallway, Xanthus continued to walk briskly towards the bridge. He knew that there would be heavy security along the door to the bridge, but he had no fear of the armaments. After all, he had been saving something special for just such an occasion as this. Putting his lightsaber onto a clip, the Sith Master began to charge his hands with energy that was a far deeper shade of purple than any Sith Lightning. When he and Raslekx approached the doors, Xanthus raised his hands before the turrets could begin to fire. Purple lightning sparked and jumped from one turret to the others, racing even across the doorway and painting the entire scene in a dark violet light. This technique was known as Ionize, and Xanthus had spent quite some time learning to shift his Force Lightning from damaging organics to being able to directly impact electrical systems. The security around the doorway was rendered inert, and the doorway slid open as part of an in-place emergency procedure whose original intent was to prevent the crew members inside the bridge from being trapped in the case of a vessel-wide power outage.

Spoiler: If Raslekx does not kill the Gurlannin

Concentrating the Force into his eyes, Xanthus looked around the bridge. Korriban's crimson light was ignored for the moment, because at the moment Xanthus had bigger problems to worry about, though strictly in a figurative sense. As sight through the Force rendered objects translucent and rendered hiding in the shadows useless it would not be long before Xanthus would see the crazed wolf-man. Wanting to be done with this task, he would waste no time with opulent displays of power that would prolong the inevitable. Instead, he would simply use the Force to grasp the creature by the neck and suspend him in the air until he fell unconscious or died. Personally, Xanthus might have preferred unconsciousness so that he could have a body to present to the Dark Council for their amusement, but if the creature died, he would hardly shed a tear.

With the Gurlanin dead, Xanthus would walk calmly to the center of the bridge and access the ships navigational systems. Though he was not particularly an expert at piloting super-massive vessels such as this one, it did not take much expertise to direct a ship away from a crash course with a planet. With Korriban out of danger, Xanthus would then walk just as calmly around to the communications section of the bridge and send a message to Korriban requesting a team of Sith to assist with scouring the ship to search for any remaining Gurlanins on board. In addition, he would ask that word be sent to the Council about the success of his mission, with a request for further instructions. These things done, he would eventually turn to Raslekx, patting him on the shoulder. "Though not quite as I would have preferred this mission to be handled, our task was still successful and you performed your duties well. I congratulate you on a job well done, my student." He said before walking over the the viewing platform to stare down at Korriban thoughtfully, waiting for a response from the Dark Council.