Wiping out the Scourge

[Alexandra Marris]

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RHEN VAR​

Delicate hands slowly swirled the ornate glass, crimson liquor tossing around as she brought it up to her nose to slightly indulge before taking a drink. The wine was robustly tainted, and to those that wouldn't have guessed, was spiked with droplets of real blood. Much like another known Sith, one half of the Marris twins had also developed an interesting taste for cannibalistic practices. Though the flesh itself wasn't much appetizing to her, she had grown quite accustomed to adding blood into her drinks. Hazel eyes monitored the Ship's progress as it slowly landed on the outskirts of the frigid planet, nearly one kilometer in the perimeter from the Cathedral to avoid any unexpected detection.

Her other hand slowly groomed through the ebony fur of the Tuk'ata nestled at her feet. The Sith Hound was a ferocious creature, but it had been tamed for Alexandra's companionship. She smiled towards the hound, "We're here girl, now don't cause too much trouble while I'm gone." Standing to her full height, she finished off what remained of her drink and moved towards the closet. Given the cold temperature, she pulled out a thicker fur woven cloak to wrap over her current one. Leather gloves slipped over her hands as she exited from the central room. Hand slipped over @Nerovec shoulder, as she said quietly, "Come, let us prepare for landing. I'll go inform Darth Malos." Her lithe figure moving towards the High Inquisitor's chambers.

A single fist would come to knock at his door, the crimson haired beauty taking a knee with head bowed in anticipation for when he would open. When he did so, she would simply state, "We have arrived m'lord."

@The Matt @Nerovec

 

[Dax Rowan]

Nero had been quiet during the trip to Rhen Var, the only questions the Sith had asked his female companion had to do with general things such as her name. The yellow-eyed Sith had observed her, however, but as he had taken off his mask during the trip to Rhen Var he had to be more stealthy in doing so, he'd occasionally glance at her instead of staring at her through the comfort of his mask.

The woman was beautiful, there was no denying that. Nero glanced as she brought her lips to her wine glass. Drinking before a mission...Interesting way to prepare yourself. The young Sith thought to himself as he continued to occasionally glance at his gorgeous companion. Nero had never really had a ritual before a mission, some of his brethren liked to indulge themselves with a smoke or a drink, some even meditated. But Nero was different, most of the time he was just thinking, coming up with possible scenarios on how the mission would go down, or what the planet would be like. This time, however, he couldn't think up too many scenarios, there was no telling on how many men they'd find or how the cathedral looked like. To make matters worse, the planet was fucking freezing. Ugh, sometimes I miss Tatooine...

Nero was awoken from his thoughts as he felt the woman's hand on his shoulder, he grinned and got up. "Lead the way Alexandra.." He said in a flirtatious tone.

The small woman knelt down and bowed her head down. Nero simply grinned and nodded towards the man in front of him, a man he had known for five years and had met on several occasions. "It's good to see you again, 'Darth Malos'." He said with an approving nod. "You have certainly moved up in the world since the last we spoke m'lord." Nero was sure Malthazar would still recognise him and therefore didn't require to kneel down in front of the man. "I'm glad that I have been chosen for this mission, it's been a long time since we last spoke m'lord."

 

[Darth Malos]

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Mood​

The icy wasteland of Rhen Var was a discouraging and sorrowful sight for those that actually were able to observe it. The entire planet was covered in thick layers of snow and ice, with blizzards ravaging its surface constantly. The shuttle the Sith had arrived in had been secured by Malos himself, since he knew how important it would be to get one that could actually brave the storms without being blown out of the sky by the strong winds. They sailed smoothly above Rhen Var with ease despite the snow and gusts pounding at the hull.

Malos had taken this opportunity to sort out the projects he had to wrap up. He'd finished just as they entered the atmosphere, and by the time they had reached the fortress, he was simply staring out the window at Rhen Var's horrid landscape. He knew what was going on throughout the ship; the High Inquisitor had cameras installed in each room with a feed going to his datapad. Maybe it was an intrusion of privacy, but one should not expect the privilege of privacy when traveling with a Sith Lord.

He stood and exited his chamber as Nerovec and Alexandra stopped by. He greeted them both with a curt nod. "I hope you enjoyed the trip," the High Inquisitor replied to the woman, then turned to Nero. "The struggle for power never ends. It's wonderful to see you again."

The three exited the ship, braving the storm as it immediately began tearing at them. Malos was dressed for the occasion, his gear all designed to keep the cold out, but he could still feel it poking at his face. Ahead of them, hidden among the beating snow, lay the fortress.

@Nefieslab

 

[Cyzyn-Itza-Rus Xho'thal]

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THEME​

The cold was an obstacle for reptilian individuals. Cyzyn-Itza-Rus had overcome such trivial things as inclimate weather. His strength mind and nature was not bothered by the cold temperatures that were common. He was not ignorant of the threat of exposure. For now he had been standing to one side, in the shadows. His back turned towards the door, knowing full well who had approached. Slowly he turned with his clawed arms crossed. His Drake Armor shifting and revealing the cerulean serpentine eyes behind his scared mouth.

Regardless of how he felt about the gold he had a spined nexu cloak. He had killed the beast himself and wore it both as a symbol of accomplishment as well as practicality for this environment. It suited him considering he both had long natural spines jutting from the top of his predatory head all the way down his back to the tip of his stoic tail. His armor was also spiked, only adding to his demeanor.

The Tiss'shar's eyes moved between the three before he made his approach. The individual had known Darth Malos for a long time, back when he was just a simple Jedi Exile Apprentice and went by the name Malthazar Dreadheart. As such he had been at the Sith Lord's location for some time. Now it was time to do more than just sit around admiring the architecture of the cool fortification. These days the two never really spoke, even when in one another's presence. They just enjoyed the silence for time. But what do two Dread Lords really speak of. Still, Cyzyn-Itza-Rus would lament the pale skinned man's absence when it came.

This was the first time Cyzyn-Itza-Rus was meeting the two other sith. His voice was deep and rumbling, changed forever by the dark side. "Let us not dawdle in such conditions." He said and moved past the group. Niceties could be exchanged later, perhaps over the corpses of the walking dead men inside the cathedral. He inhaled, feeling the sharp coldness enter his lungs. How appropriate, a cathedral where the dirge bells ring. It will be death tolls for those within. He smiled at the irony.

@Nerovec @Faded Truth ​

 

[Alexandra Marris]

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Alexandra was pleased to be in the company of two strong Sith, for she had hardly been on missions with her superiors. Grabbing her winter cloaks, she wrapped them around her lithe figure and proceeded to exit the ship along with the others. Frigid temperatures and wind chill clashed against her soft flesh, sending a shivering unwelcome through her spine. This better had been worth it, for she'd gladly exchange the scorching heat of Korriban in comparison to Rhen Var. She glanced for a moment as the third Sith began to move past them, taking the sole mantle of leadership upon himself. It was fair she supposed, afterall, his elevated title and rank came with greater sense of responsibility and who was she to refute the order's natural hierarchy.

So for the time being, she walked besides Dax Rowan, "Is this your first time to Rhen Var?" She inquired.

@Nerovec @Darasuum

 

[Dax Rowan]

Nero smiled at Malos's words and was about to speak again when a reptilian Sith suddenly spoke and quickly brushed past the three of them. He is correct, I'd much rather exchange words when I am in a warmer place, preferably far away from this shithole...

The Sith put on his face mask and wrapped his winter cloak around his battle armour before walking after the group. As he walked he looked at the imposing cathedral in the distance. Quite a nice building, such a shame it is built on a planet such as this, why would anyone voluntarily stay in such a pla- His thoughts were cut short by the beautiful woman from earlier who had decided to walk alongside him.

Nero looked at her with a small smile, although she could not see it due to the mask obscuring his face. "Fortunately I have not, and I do not wish to ever return after this. I am not one for cold weather. Have you visited Rhen Var before Alexandra?"

@The Matt @Faded Truth @Darasuum

 

[Cyzyn-Itza-Rus Xho'thal]

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The two mammalian sith spoke to one another in nicieties and seemed to have a pleasant conversation as they made their way towards the cathedral. Cyzyn would not take part. He would prefer to enter the cathedral and get out of the inclimate environment more than anything. He did not care too much about having to enter combat and slay what members of oposition yet remained. He was doing this as a favor for Darth Malos.

After awhile they would get close to the cathedral and the Tiss'shar would take hold of his lighsaber in a clawed hand. In his other he brought forth the force to swirl around in a mass of power before unleashing the power in a dragging swing of his hand. The large double door before him, big enough to need two strong men to manually slide open would be slide over with enough space for all three of the Sith to enter side by side. The Sith Master would not slow down his entrance into the echoing chamber within. The vaulted ceiling providing an almost harmonic resonance as the cold air rushed in with his presence. The black cloak about him whipped before him. Within there were numerous surprised remnants to which he just stared at before activating his light saber. The bells of the cathedral rang perfectly in time.

@Nerovec @Faded Truth​