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~|Strike Team Base, Day 3 ATC, 9th hour|~

~|Fa-Val-Kuul|~


Master Fa-Val-Kuul gave a nod in agreement to Astera. “Indeed. The troopers themselves are not the problem; it is the Sith as a whole. Based on what we observed while we were there, it is quite a small outpost. Astera and I only saw two troopers. It is possible that there are more, but the size of that outpost would not be able to support many more than that. Simply killing them would be trivial for a force of our size and experience. However, we must ensure that the Sith stay gone from the area after we remove them.”

Fa, of course, had her own ideas for how they could deal with the outpost, but she was not generally one to make important decisions without conferring with her team, which now, for better or worse, included these Jedi. She was not sure of their capabilities or weaknesses, but she reasoned that she could get some insight into their tendencies by what kind of approach they recommended. For that reason, she decided to allow the others to give their suggestions first. “Our only real goal is to make sure the Sith are gone and do not return to this area. The outpost has just a single building in a tree, hexagonal in shape, with a small fence in a clearing surrounding it. We happened to witness a small creature run into the fence during our observation, and it stunned the creature. Nonlethally. I would also point out that we opted to remain cautious with our scouting, so we might learn more with more focused observation. Do you or your Jedi have any ideas, Master Gar?”
Meesei did not argue against Lunise's attempts to heal her, though her mind had much more to worry about at the moment than some pain. Even as she answered, her eyes were watching the door. "It will be easy enough to sustain a small number of vampires with voluntary donations. The rest of her cult can stay right where they are until it is time for the invasion. Unlike the Imperial and Dominion armies, it will not take near as much time to mobilize this cult, particularly with teleportation. More trouble will be the fact that they are involved at all. Frankly, I do not want them anywhere near me or my clan, but we need Molag Bal's power. Although, I must admit, the idea of throwing Molag Bal's Daedra into the fray as fodder against Vile's armies in place of my own warriors' lives is not entirely bad. Perhaps framing their presence as supporting fodder will make it more palatable to our allies. Hopefully, Neesa herself does not cause any trouble with them. I won this duel off of her arrogance, and I am not sure that I would be able to do it again. Not alone. And even after all I did to her, she is still alive; we may well not be capable of killing her at all."




Hal-Neesa did not give the pack too much time to themselves. It was little more than half an hour before she came walking back into the chamber. She still displayed quite a bit of anger just in her walk alone, but not as much weakness as when she left. She had perhaps fed, or done something else to recover some of her strength in the short time she had been gone. Evidently, Llarvan had no interest in seeing her off, as she was alone this time. Based on Meesei's impression of his personality, he might have been just as upset with her defeat as Molag Bal had been. Meesei hoped she was incorrect, as the last thing she wanted was to add marital issues to the number of reasons that Neesa had to be angry with her.

"So...now I guess it is time for you to take me back to whatever lice-ridden den you call a home and start work on this alliance of ours. I suppose I am an ambassador again, so I may as well be diplomatic." Neesa said, her scowl turning into an obviously-fake smile. "I do look forward to spending so much time with my new allies. Oh won't it just be so much fun?"

The sarcasm could not have been much thicker in Neesa's tone, and her smile quickly diminished as she approached. The dress she was wearing was long and flowing. It was as fine as a noblewoman's dress, though it's style was hard to place. It was not traditional Argonian attire, yet it still had many of the same colors they used, and even long decorative feathers around her neck. It was primarily red, with many, small intricate designs in violet. She was also carrying a much more plain-looking cloth sack that, by the sounds it was making, was filled with glass bottles. After giving a glance over each of the pack's members, she suddenly shoved the sack into Lunise's arms. "You, carry this." She ordered.
Between the chaos of the firefight and the bombings, the Hutt Cartel was not going to remain uninvolved forever. Following the sounds of explosions and blaster fire, several squads of Cartel mercs began to descend upon the alleyway, from both angles. It only further served to complicate the situation. Granted, the mercs were hardly in the most organized state, given that their headquarters was the target of the Believers’ bombing. For the moment, they lacked communication with their higher-ups, if they were still alive. However, they still had their squad commanders, and their orders were to comb the streets looking for any trace of who was responsible.

Although Alix and Marrik had not been at all involved in the bombing of their headquarters, that did not much matter to the squads of mercs that were now descending upon the scene of the skirmish. For that matter, no one in the alleyway was free of suspicion, but it was those two that their attention was firmly on at the moment. The squad leader of the merc group coming in from the north side of the alley, a Weequay, widened his eyes in disbelief of what was before him. “Is that...a Jedi?” He exclaimed, though he only froze up for a second before raising his blaster. Given the reputation of the Jedi, or what he perceived to be a Jedi, it was easy for him to believe that the force-user before him was responsible for it all. “Kill them!” He ordered.

There were two squads of mercs moving in from the south side of the alley as well, though Alix was quick to begin addressing that issue. Meanwhile, Marrik was practically growling through his menacing teeth towards the Weequay. The notion of being called a “Jedi” by itself was enough to enrage him. “No, I am no Jedi. You are not so fortunate.” With his pulsing yellow lightsaber in one hand, he deflected the first volley of blaster bolts fired at him, while with the other, he lifted up some of the larger pieces of rubble behind the group of mercs. They were grouped in a tight formation, which made it all the more effective when Marrik pulled the rubble into them from behind. Whether immediately lethal or not, it did not matter, as none of them were in a position to return fire as Marrik unleashed his anger through the lightning that he poured over them.

Tarion, who had been investigating the remnants of a battle outside the arena, including the bodies of those fallen during the battle, when he felt it. The familiar creeping sensation of chill darkness as the Darkside was focused on unfortunate souls who had angered the wielder. And, as he focused in on it, the user was close. Turning from his investigation, he leapt to the top of a nearby building with the aid of the Force, sprinting across it and leaping to another. After several minutes, he stood on a roof overlooking the remains of what used to be part of the industrial area, a Sith wielding a yellow saber with twin blades, though far from traditional for one, was blasting some of the Hutts’s muscle with lightning. Pulling a small rock from a nearby pile of rubble and, with a Force Enhanced throw, flings it at the Sith.

”You willingly endanger the Balance, Sith. I can’t allow that to go unchallenged.” Pulling his twin tonfa free of their clips, he activates the twin silver blades, their lengths going along his forearms as they crackle. ”I can only hope you’re as good with that blade as you think you are.”

Marrik felt it just shortly before the rock landed near him. The power, the energy of the Force. Even for one such as him, it was momentarily startling, given the rarity of those who could even feel it. However, he needed only look up to see that his senses did not deceive him. Upon seeing the lightsabers, his thoughts of the Pruidii Verda, and of the irritants that were the Cartel mercenaries, fled from his mind. Regardless of the importance of their mission here, it was this Jedi that consumed his attention.

Marrik gripped his lightsaber tightly, scowling at the force user above him. “Jedi!” He growled, not caring to give any eloquent response. It could only have been the strange machinations of the Force that brought him to this place. For what purpose, he was unsure, but it would undoubtedly be a challenge for his strength. Marrik gave no hint of hesitation before he unleashed another storm of lightning at his new target.

As the lightning surged toward the Guardian, the ghost of a smile tugged at his lips. He strode forwards the crackling Force energy with confidence, the Sith unable to see the beginnings of Lightning at Tarion’s fingertips through his own storm. ”You think me a Jedi?” His left hand shot forward, the blade deactivated and his own storm of lightning clashed with his opponent’s, the two forces cancelling each other out after a brief struggle. The deactivated lightsaber tonfa sprang to life once more, their hum joining in filling the alleyway. ”That would be your first mistake, Sith.”

For at least a moment, Marrik was caught off-guard by the force-user’s response, though not for long. A fight against a Jedi would have been one matter, but this man being a dark force-user cast an entire different light upon the battle. The Jedi, though more worthy opponents compared to the more common denizens of the galaxy, followed a foolish code. This man, however, was not so restricted, and therefore more dangerous. It also made his motives less clear, though it was possible that he too sought the mantle of the Sith. That was something that could not be allowed.

Marrik gripped his blade tightly and barred his teeth. “Even worse…a rival.” With no further hesitation, Marrik charged forward, swinging low towards the man’s waist.

The right hand tonfa lashed out in response, catching the yellow blade on it’s silver one and then spinning, deflecting the blow into the ground off on Tarion’s right. This allowed the Guardian to slam the blunted side of his left tonfa into the Pau’an’s face. ”And still you mistake my identity. I am no rival either.” The left and right blades spin in an intricate pattern, putting the Sith on the defensive with blows coming rapidly from both sides.

Marrik recoiled briefly, though only from the force of the strike itself. The pain only served to fuel his anger. “It does not matter what you call yourself; you are my enemy, for the rest of your short life.”

Despite the Sith’s threats, he was clearly being pushed back by Tarion’s sudden aggression. He was quick and precise, and though he would not like to admit it, more practiced in lightsaber duels than Marrik ever had the opportunity to become. He needed to end this quickly.

Marrik just barely managed to parry the incoming strikes and could not find the opportunity to counterattack with his blade alone. After one of Tarion’s strikes came close enough to glance through his armor, Marrik pulsed forward a push with the Force to try and throw his opponent off-balance, then committed to a thrust straight towards his chest.

The pulse knocked Tarion back more than off balance, but rather than trying to counter the overly committed thrust, the Guardian opted to leap up and over the Darksider, landing behind him facing him. ”I see you Sith still lack a code of honor. Pity, I had hoped you’d be different.” After focusing briefly, Tarion unleashes his own Force Push into Marrick, sending him flying through the shop window in front of him. However, before he can follow up, a pair of brave Hutt employed mercs wielding vibroswords moved to engage him, slowing his momentum in his attack.

The Sith was unable to resist being thrown through the shop’s window. In fact, he ended up flying near to the back of the shop’s front room, over the counter. He started to pull himself back up to his feet after a moment, only to have the sudden sense of imminent danger come over him. He raised his blade on instinct to deflect a blaster bolt from, of all things, a commando droid only a meter from him. Why there was not one, but two relics of the Clone Wars in the shop with their weapons trained on him, he did not know, but they would be no match for a Sith. For the nearest one, he used the Force to pull it directly into his blade, and for the second, his lightning wreaked havoc onto its electronics.

It took only a moment for the Sith’s eyes to scan across the small shop. There was a Givin fleeing out of the front entrance, though the window he had been thrown through. However, closer to him were two others: a Togruta and a Mirialan.

Delni was beyond terrified. She and the others had been hiding in the shop…behind the very same counter that the lightsaber-wielding man had been thrown over. The droids did exactly as they were programmed to deal with an imminent threat, but they were not much of a match for him in close quarters. The rest of them had tried to run, but Delni had hardly got beyond the counter before tripping over a disassembled droid in her path. The Givin kept running out of the shop, but Boqo had stopped to try and get her to her feet. Unfortunately, the Sith was a bit too quick in dispatching their bodyguards.

Still on the ground, Delni frantically drew her blaster from its holster. She had looked it over after Sirka had given it to her, though she could not remember if she had left it on the two-burst setting, or four. Boqo tried to stop her and get her moving, but regardless, she aimed the blaster shakily at the Pau’an.

“No! Wait, let’s just…” Boqo began, but Delni had already pulled the trigger. She was surprisingly accurate for her panicked state, but still, Marrik needed only deflect one shot of the burst.

“Insignificant wretches.” Marrik growled. “Out of my way!” Extending his free hand, Marrik lifted Boqo into the air before he could even draw his weapon and slammed him into the nearest wall, all while stepping forward closer to Delni on the ground. She aimed at him again, but again, he telekinetically pulled the blaster straight from her hand. With the other Force-user just outside, she was hardly a concern for Marrik, but for daring to attack him, he could take an extra few seconds to execute her. As he started to walk past her towards the exit, he raised up his blade over her and swung down towards her neck.

Fear was all that Delni was capable of feeling. She had hardly even been able to hear Boqo’s warning, despite him shouting it right next to her. She was acting on nothing but instinct to get herself out of danger. It did not occur to her that the man likely would not have even cared about them had she not threatened them, because her instincts had been telling her to at least try to fight back once running failed. “Please!” Delni had shouted as the man walked up to her. When he raised up his lightsaber, she closed her eyes and held up her hand. “NO!”

Instinct was what ruled Delni’s mind in the moment, and what guided her actions. It was her instincts that reached down into the core of her being, tapping into something that had always been there, but that Delni had never recognized. All of her luck, her natural aptitude, came from a place of power that, in her most desperate hour, allowed itself to be unleashed. When Delni extended out her hand, Marrik found himself being pushed straight out of the shop’s other window, and back into the street.

“You know, we had the target, we could have simply leave.” ZD-6R commented as he continued firing at the pursuing forces with his free hand’s built in blaster behind them with the former Imperial General slung over his shoulder. “But you had to investigate. You had to try and find out what was going on. We should have simply left once we found an opening. Sometimes I wonder why we stay together.” Strakisssh turned and glared at the droid as he threw a grenade behind the fleeing pair and heard the satisfying sound of shouts of panic at the appearance of the explosive device. “We stay together to avenge our comrades.” The droid’s optical sensors began to flash repeatedly as a familiar sound filled the area. “I believe our Sith friend may have found us.” The droid spoke up a moment later after the sound was identified.

“Does he still have his lightsaber?”

“It sounds like he does.” ZD responded as the Sith suddenly appeared in front of them after being apparently launched through a shop. Please don’t tell me we’re dealing with another Force-user… The Trandoshan thought as he took in the sight of the Sith and his lightsaber. ZD’s scanners were running as he picked up life-signs as he let the out-cold general hit the floor and powered up his weapon systems. The droid’s sensors caught a quick glimpse of movement from who or what had launched the Sith towards them and he felt the droid equivalent of shock.

It was the Togruta from Paradise

She was force sensitive?

“You know...I never did like Imperials.” The droid said in a surprisingly pleasant tone as he began to channel all of his reserve power to his built in blaster cannon. “Strakisssh, I will handle the Sith. Please try and get his intended victims out of here.” The droid’s sensors immediately began to pick out possible weak points. The droid’s optical sensors flashed once as the built in blaster cannon began to fire at a rapid pace. “Redirecting all power to weapon systems.” The droid intoned as the rate of fire began to increase even further.

Willoh had her optics trained on the street after having dealt with the incoming TIEs. She had noticed some commotion between her target and another lightsaber user earlier, but was too preoccupied to do much of anything. Unfortunately they had disappeared after entering a building, and while she was on the lookout for them, she heard commotion nearby. Begrudgingly she shifted back to her normal form and used her perch to take a look at the loud commotion coming from behind the area. She saw some cartel forces combing through the area behind her, it was about time they had arrived! But them Willoh was sure that they would probably see her as a threat considering she had been scavenging the area beforehand.

“I’d better… move. Maybe find that sith guy and get a bounty before leaving.” Willoh said to herself, moving through buildings but keeping her distance from where she knew the force users had disappeared. As she made her way through the buildings, only crossing otu of cover when she had to, she saw one of the force users having been thrown out of a building, and inside the building was a familiar face. That sister to that lizard lady on paradise. What was her name… Delni? What was she doing here?

But there wasn’t much time to think about that as the force user was right there, and the other was probably nearby. At least Willoh was still a good distance away, but not a snipers range like before. She formed her other arm into a rapid fire weapon alongside her scattergun. The introduction of Delni into this situation made things a bit different. After all, that sith may or may not have had a bounty, but Delni most certainly means favors. Plus she was fun.

The duel with the brave mercenaries was relatively short, as despite their skill with the blade, it was clear they’d never faced someone wielding tonfa before, and the Jedi hadn’t been seen in the greater galaxy for over twenty years, so the tricks and techniques for countering Force powers were no longer as well known. The first merc was quickly downed by a well timed use of Force Fire, the flames engulfing him and cooking him in his armor. The second was still locked with Tarion’s blades with the Sith flew between them, locking eyes briefly with the Pau’an as he flew into a wall. The distraction was all it took to finish the fight, the left hand tonfa spinning counter-clockwise to disarm the mercenary before the right one slice through his neck, beheading the man before he could cry out.

However, instead of heading after the now likely dazed Darksider, Tarion looked towards the shop that he’d previously knocked the Sith into. A rather powerful Force presence had risen inside it just moments before the yellow-lightsaber wielding brute had flown back out the way he’d come. Moving inside, he found a Togruta woman staring at her hands in disbelief and an unconscious Mirialan male. Needless to say, he knew which of the pair to approach quickly. ”Judging from your look, that’s the first time you’ve ever used a Force Push then?”

Delni, at the moment, was dazed into a veritable stupor out of adrenaline and fear. She did not quite understand what had happened, or what she had even done. Indeed, she was not even currently aware that she had done anything at all. “Force...what? No, no I’m not a Jedi. I...you saved me, right?” She began as her eyes finally opened. Though, upon seeing Willoh just outside the shop, she looked even more confused. “Wait, you’re that droid...what’s going on?”

Meanwhile, Marrik was slowly recovering and dragging himself to his feet as ZD took aim and began to fire on him. However, it was hardly able to fire but a few shots before a startlingly well-aimed blaster bolt struck its built-in blaster cannon from the side. A short distance down the alleyway, Alix had returned to the fray, holding his spear under one arm, and a freshly-fired blaster in the other. Behind him was an alley full of injured or dead mercs, while he appeared unharmed. His helmet hid his features, but Marrik could feel his eyes on him. “It is time to go.” He said tersely, pressing another button on his wrist. Seconds later, a shuttle flew from nearby to land further down the alley. Pursuit would be possible as the pair retreated to their ship, but it would be risky.

Willoh wasn’t too sad to see the sith retreat. She was debating shooting a few slugs his way, but considering she was in her actual form, she decided against it. That and there was the cartel forces approaching the area, and unless she cannibalized a cartel droid, she doubted she could sneak out that way. Now, Willoh wasn’t so sure about this other force user around Delni. But considering he wasn’t straight up killing Delni unlike what that sith was up to, Willoh was tentative. Plus, she doubted sith would fight each other out of the blue without some serious history. She gingerly approached the shop, forming he rother hand into a scattergun as well.

Staying hidden far out of lunge range, Willoh observed this force user and his interaction with Delni, making sure to get a good angle on him so that her scattershot was very unlikely to hit Delni if she had to open fire. If these two looked like they got along, Willoh would introduce herself in kind. But if they took too long, she had a plan to get out of this place before the cartel descended upon them all.

Tarion shook his head, offering his hand to the young woman. ”The misconception that only Jedi and Sith use the Force is frustrating, but regardless, no, I did not. I was in the alley way until recently. But we must depart and do so quickly, the Cartel is cracking down on the area due to the explosions. Is the Mirialan a friend of yours?”

ZD’s optical sensors flashed in rapid succession as his sensors attempted to keep tracking his two targets as he analyzed the damage done to his built in blaster cannon. The damage was extensive, he was lucky it could be repaired but it would take quite a bit of time and credits. The shot had hit in the worst possible spot. He analyzed the area around him and his metallic footsteps were barely audible over the sounds of chaos that seemed to surround the area. He stood in front of the Togruta and pointed his optical sensors towards her and quickly scanned her. “Are you alright?” he asked simply as Strakisssh appeared walked up to him with their bounty thrown over his shoulder. “We need to leave.” The Trandoshan hissed. “It seems the Cartel isn’t too happy with what happened here.”

When the man mentioned a Mirialan, Delni’s attention finally focused on Boqo on the ground near to her. He was not moving, and for just a moment, Delni feared that he was dead. Frantically, she crawled over to him, but was relieved to see his chest rising and falling with his breaths. “Yes, but...we need to get him to a doctor. He looks like he needs help.”

As Delni was coming more and more back to her senses, she also finally recognized the droid that was with the Trandoshan that had suddenly approached them. It was now the second droid from Paradise that she recognized, and it was starting to seem like more than a coincidence. “Wait...you too? I recognize you. Really, what is going on?”

Unfortunately, the situation unfolding around them was prohibitive to any sort of long-winded explanations. Just as soon as Delni finished speaking, a loud, artificial voice boomed through the district, playing from speakers, screens and even advertisements commandeered by the Cartel. “A lockdown is now in effect. Everyone without specific permission is now required to stay indoors until told otherwise. Cooperate with our enforcers and turn over anyone associated with the terrorist group, the ‘Believers’. Anyone found on the streets will be detained for interrogation.

So, apparently this force user wasn’t an aggressive type like that sith was back there. A few more people came out of hiding, one of them being another droid.and his master. Considering the speech coming from where Willoh saw the cartel forces advancing from, there wasn’t much time to really verify much of anything. Turning one of her hands back to normal, she approached the group from her hiding spot. “Hiya Delni. I’d like to say more, but we’ve gotta get out of here. That cartel force is a lot closer than you think and they aren’t all too happy.” Willoh said. Willoh’s method of escape would be to use the sewer system or maintenance tunnels and just float down them as goo or consume a cartel droid for its codes or what have you.

Considering those options wouldn’t work for these guys, and they all needed a way out, she said. “So… do any of you have an escape plan, because if not,.I can probably come up with something, but I don’t know how well I can carry 4 people.” Willoh said. She was sure the force user could take care of himself, but the injured person, Delni, and the other mercenary were an issue. If it was only Delni, Willoh could easily carry her away. But the others…

Tarion didn’t immediately reply to the droid, instead turning towards the fleeing Sith and Imperial Guard and drawing his blaster. ”Don’t think I’ve forgotten you, Sith.” He squeezed off three quick shots, on at the guard and two more at the Sith, one for his right shoulder, where he would have to move quickly to get his saber up in time to deflect and one lower at his right thigh, which would be easier to block. He would have to choose one way or the other.

Tarion’s voice was enough to alert them before the shot, even without considering Marrik’s senses. The Sith reacted predictably, turning and bringing up his saber to deflect the most immediately threatening shot towards his shoulder. However, Alix was more surprising. He shifted his upper body down to duck under the shot flying towards him, but he did not stop there. Though they had only been in proximity to one another for a brief time, Tarion would not have been able to sense any trace of the force within Alix, which made it all the more unbelievable that, on his reactions and skill alone, he intercepted the blaster bolt aimed at Marrik’s leg with his spear. Moments later, they were around the corner of the alley, and out of sight.

Delni gave no attention to the Sith; she just wanted to get to safety. She did have the presence of mind to grab some of the belongings she had dropped: namely her blaster and the datapad onto which she had downloaded the information on the Prudii Verda. However, her next priority was to try to pick up the unconscious Boqo, though she was hardly the most well-suited person for that task, out of everyone present. “I…don’t know. We have to get out of here, but I don’t know how we would get to a ship without getting noticed, especially if the mercs are getting closer. Maybe…well they said that they want people indoors, so maybe we can just duck into one of the buildings nearby? You know, get inside, give ourselves more time to think, and plan, and…stuff?”

Willoh wasn’t that surprised that the force user took a few shots at the escaping sith, who blocked them fairly easily. She figured he’d do this. After all, he stopped a sniper bolt going at over 100x the speed of sound from an assailant he never even knew existed. “I could’ve told ya that would’ve happened.” Willoh said casually. She noticed Delni’s frantic pace. What happened in here to get her so rattled up? From the look of the destroyed droids around the area, that sith probably did something pretty bad.

Willoh moved over to pick up Boqo, considering Delni was having so much issue with it. Hoisting him over her shoulder, she said. “So… We could move from building to building or something like that out of their eyes, or go down a few levels and find an escape route that way, or something. Worse comes to worse, I’ll just eat their droids while you guys deal with the security force. Hiding won't do much since we don’t have credentials. Either way, that star destroyer overhead that the sith is escaping to will give us some time.”

Tarion takes a moment to look outside before turning to the group he suddenly found himself with. ”I think the Togruta has the right idea. They’re only searching the streets for now, so finding a place inside and away from here is a good idea. However, perhaps leave shooting anyone as a last resort? We are trying to be stealthy.”

With Cartel mercs closing in, there was little time for debate. Everyone present might not have known each other, but they would all become targets of the Cartel if they remained out in the open. If there was one single advantage they had, it was that the escaping shuttle the Sith had boarded provided a useful distraction while they slipped away. The shuttle was immediately targeted by the Cartel’s fighters and anti-aircraft emplacements as it tried to leave the district. Regardless of who was piloting it, there would not have been too much of a chance of an escape were it not for the fact that they were able to call in TIE fighters to cover their retreat.

Fortunately, they did have some luck in being able to find a usable interior space, even if it was not particularly glamorous. In fact, Delni was not entirely sure that the abandoned apartment building they had hidden themselves in was safe to even be in. It was falling apart, with no power, and had the faint, but constant sounds of vermin scurrying in the walls. But, it would at least keep them out of the open for the time being.
"Not so fast." Hal-Neesa interjected after Lunise's suggestion. Aside from her surprise, she was still showing many obvious signs of anger, from her barred teeth to the venom in her tone. With the short pause afterwards, a few in the pack were not certain if they should still be expecting a fight. But, the Vampire Lord lowered her hand and allowed herself to float down to the ground. "You heard lord Molag Bal. I must...come with you mutts."

For a few moments, Hal-Neesa's body was suddenly enveloped in what looked to be a dark, shadow. It obscured her features entirely, and facilitated her transformation back into her normal, Argonian form. Her robes were now little more than a few scattered pieces of burnt fabric, but her pale scales did not have so much as a scratch on them, even in the places where the spears had impaled her. "Wait here and touch nothing. I will be back...momentarily. You all, guard them." She ordered to the cultists while herself and her husband stomped out of the room. It did not appear that Hal-Neesa or Llarvan would be willing to defy their master, but the resentment that they held for the pack was obvious. Hopefully the situation would improve in time, but Meesei was not looking forward to having to deal with Hal-Neesa, much less her cult.

Naturally, the pack drew close together and kept their distance from the cultists. At the very least, Neesa and Llarvan's underlings seemed even more nervous than Meesei and her pack. From what Meesei could gather, Neesa and Llarvan were the most powerful beings in the cult by a wide margin, so Meesei's display at least gave them a good reason not to antagonize them. None of them could honestly believe themselves capable of challenging the pack after what just transpired.

"This is not what I had expected, but...at least the axe is empowered. No matter what else happens, there is nothing preventing us from invading Vile's realm." Meesei commented. She had emerged from the fight victorious, though not completely unscathed. There were the signature scars of electricity on her stomach, and some light burns on the furs she was wearing. Still, she had obviously endured nowhere near the pain that she had inflicted onto Neesa. "It could have gone worse, at least. Having more support than we want is a better problem to have than not having enough. I cannot say what it will be like to have Neesa among us, though. She may hold a grudge for what I did to her. We should just try to avoid upsetting her too much."

With Janius' encouragement, Kaleeth took a few cautious steps towards the altar, keeping her eyes on the cultists the entire way. She doubted any of them would directly disobey Molag Bal, particularly with his presence in their very room, but at the same time, she also had no reason to trust them.

Kaleeth was nervous even being close to the unholy altar. It seemed to carry with it a presence that gave her a sick feeling in her stomach, but regardless, she was able to lay the Axe down across the basin without incident. She stepped back quickly, as MOlag Bal wasted no time in carrying out his part of his agreement. A faint red aura could be seen around the altar as the axe levitated above it. The blood began to bubble once more until, eventually, it began to be drawn up out of the basin, up the haft, and to the axe head. The Axe became coated in the dark red blood, and to anyone who was magically attuned, they would be able to feel an *immense* amount of Daedric power emanating from the altar. Far more than the amount of magicka that had been used on both sides in Meesei's duel. The Axe lingered in the air for a few seconds before the blood finally started to drip from the Axe, back into the basin below. Once it was clean, the Axe dropped down onto the ground with a loud thud.

At first, Kaleeth did not see anything different about the Axe, but after picking it back up and, rather quickly, returning to her pack, she was able to make out some finer details. Wrapping between the lines of the engravings on the axe head were thin red lines, almost like blood vessels. They seemed to glow ever so slightly, and pulsed slowly.

Meesei, meanwhile, could not prevent herself from showing at least some of her fatigue, even as she was trying to remain an intimidating presence to the cultists. She witnessed Kaleeth place the Axe on the altar, and the entire process of empowering it. Unfortunately, that success was tempered by the demands from Molag Bal that came with it. She may have been able to avoid having herself or her pack sacrifice anything directly to Molag Bal, but the prospect of his followers being so involved in their invasion was frightening for different reasons. "If we want to keep his power in that Axe, we may not have a choice. We have found nothing that would make us believe that he cannot simply rescind his power at will."
While Hal-Neesa was indeed alive, Sabine's magic could do nothing to help her if she had intended to try. Being that Neesa was undead, it would require proficiency in necromantic healing to even begin to help her, and Ahnasha was not present. Neesa had been blinded by Meesei's flames, so she could not see Sabine, but her touch was enough to alert her to her presence. Though, incredibly, despite her horrible disfigurement, Neesa's only reaction to Sabine was to bare her blackened teeth threateningly.

Suddenly, Hal-Neesa seemed to disappear right before Sabine's eyes. The two spears fell to the ground in front of her, and her hand passed through the space that she had once occupied. Legends of vampires told that some would turn to ash upon death, but there was no ash to be seen around her. Rather, if Sabine were to look up and around her, she would notice a thick mist had formed above her. It started to move around the room strangely, not with any breeze or draft, but it moved together on its own, as if it were alive. Eventually, the mist stopped near to Llarvan, and after a few moments, it started to form together into a more corporeal entity. Or rather, a swarm of them. The dark mist collected into dozens of shadowy bats that flew together in and around a cloud of red energy. After hardly a minute had passed, the bats reformed into the tall, winged, reptilian form of an Argonian Vampire Lord. In an incredible display of either her own magic, or Molag Bal's power, she was not only alive, but in seemingly good health. She was adorned in the regalia and jewelry of a Vampire Lord, evidently formed from the blood magic itself, considering that her old robes had been incinerated. There were no hints of the burns nor wounds anywhere across her body; although, as she hovered in place, still surrounded by a small swarm of bats, the rage in her expression was still very much present.

"You...insolent dog! I shall...I shall drain the blood from..." Hal-Neesa began, but despite what appeared to be a miraculous resurrection, she could hardly even keep her arm extended forward. Though alive and evidently healed, she had unmistakably been severely weakened in the fight.

Whatever threats that Hal-Neesa intended to deliver when Molag Bal finally made his voice heard. The basin of blood bubbled again with his voice, though at first, it was just a terrifying laugh. "It is the typical arrogance of mortals to think your petty victories mean anything to the Daedra. My minions have slaughtered more accomplished mortal 'heroes' than you, insect. Still, if my servants are so incompetent as to be unable to put down one of Hircine's dogs, then you might be of more use to me than them. I will claim Clavicus Vile's power, and you, mortals, will help me to do it. Place Vile's trinket onto this altar, and I will give it a portion of my power. While you throw away your worthless lives in your 'invasion,' my Daedra shall storm Vile's realm and show him the true meaning of Domination."

"And you, pathetic lizard." Molag Bal continued. His words still could have been referring to Meesei, but Hal-Neesa worryingly turned her eyes towards the altar, knowing they were meant for her. "You have failed me, but I will not crush you to give your soul its earned torment. Not yet. You will make yourself useful to me and go with these dogs back to their den. You will go there and make your preparations to join these dogs in their invasion. You will bring your underlings and personally lead them against Vile, and prove that you still have some small degree of value to me."

For the first time, Hal-Neesa looked to be completely at a loss. "W-what?" She exclaimed, though no response came. Indeed, even Meesei looked almost as alarmed, as she was not particularly keen on the idea of Hal-Neesa returning to their clan with them.
Meesei tried to charge a quick lightning bolt to open the fight offensively, but already, Neesa was showing her advantage. The vampire was able to both charge and fire a standard bolt of lightning much quicker than Meesei could accomplish, forcing her to abandon her attack in favor of a ward. It was easy enough for Meesei to resist that attack, but Neesa, of course, did not stop there. She quickly unleashed a brilliant blue pulse of lightning: a sudden burst of energy meant to overwhelm and destroy Meesei’s ward. It was essentially what she had done in their last encounter, but this time, Meesei did not fail so easily. Her ward wavered, the blue restoration energy fading, but it did not break. Nevertheless, Neesa maintained her stream of lightning as Meesei struggled to keep up the strength of her ward through it all.

“Well well, so you have improved. I seem to remember it being over by this point last time. You know, I do appreciate that kind of dedication. It’s always more satisfying when I feel like my opponent is actually trying.” Neesa commented. Slowly, she started to step towards Meesei, grinning. The Vampire Lord seemed to have no trouble dividing her concentration and still maintaining her spell, while Meesei’s hands were shaking as she focused wholly on the ward. “I mean, just look at you. Standing up so bravely against a Daedric Lord, challenging one of your betters to a duel just on the hope that you might accomplish a miracle. You actually remind me a bit of myself in my youth. Back when I was also an idiot. Who knows? Perhaps, in a few hundred or so years, you could actually make something of yourself? Get rid of that self-sacrificial nonsense in your head and put that energy towards something actually helpful to you. It’s almost a shame to kill you, really. I would be curious to see if you could accomplish something of any measurable importance. Oh well, I have killed far more interesting people than you for far less than this, so I think I shall get over it.”

Meesei could not break her focus enough to pay attention to anything that Neesa was saying. The sparks of lightning striking her ward illuminated the room, and were even branching off and striking the stonework around her. Even being near Neesa’s intended target would be dangerous. For Neesa’s entire speech, Meesei’s situation was looking more and more grim. Keeping up her ward was as if she was trying to hold back a dam on the verge of collapse. However, Neesa taking the opportunity to gloat was something that Meesei had been hoping for. The entire time that Neesa had been talking, Meesei had been carrying out her final, desperate plan. There were many mages who could absorb the magicka from enemy spells through a ward, of course, but it was usually little more than a way to power a ward for longer than one would be able to otherwise. The conversion was usually not completely efficient, but recently, Meesei had the opportunity to observe something that was. The had only possessed the Staff of Magnus for a relatively short time, but Meesei had begun the process of studying the relic. The manner in which the staff directed magicka from a ward into the staff was entirely different from any method that Meesei had studied. It was almost bizarre, twisting and shaping the energy of the spells in ways that were frankly confusing, and yet, the staff could absorb most of the magic from incoming spells. Granted, it was an Aedric relic, but the way in which it functioned was still, fundamentally, magic. Meesei could not even begin to hope to match the capabilities of a piece of Magnus himself, but that did not mean she could not learn from it. The method she had intended to try was, up to that point, experimental, and entirely unproven in any real scenario. Meesei had bet her life on a theory, but by the grace of Hircine, the Hist, or whatever other deity might have been watching, it seemed to have worked.

During Neesa’s gloating, Meesei had been absorbing the energy of her lightning far more efficiently than even Neesa was likely capable of doing, thanks to the lessons she had learned studying the Staff. Meesei’s intense concentration was not on her ward as much as it was on retaining the immense amount of magicka she was absorbing. The Staff of Magnus could contain the power of a god, but Meesei had nowhere close to that capacity. Nevertheless, for as much as she seemed to be struggling to even keep herself alive, onlookers with keen magical senses might have been able to notice her power overflowing, if they could look past Neesa’s lightning. In the moments before Meesei acted, Llarvan’s eyes widened in surprise.

True to her plan, Meesei took all of the magicka she could muster, along with Neesa’s magic that she had been struggling to contain, and focused it into perhaps the single most concentrated lightning spell she had ever cast. She had to lower her own ward to even be able to cast it, which allowed Neesa’s lightning to finally strike her. But, by that point, the spell could not be stopped. All of the power she had absorbed was focused into an electrical orb bright enough to momentarily blind anyone in the room. Even if the affects could not be seen, they could certainly be heard. Neesa scrambled to focus what magicka she could into a ward of her own, but even she was not quick enough to form an effective defense against such a concentration of power. Neesa’s ward, as powerful as it was, broke under the sudden burst of magical energy.

Meesei could not see through the light, but she heard the ward break, offering her the one and only opportunity she would have to seize victory. Ignoring the pain of Neesa’s lightning, Meesei bolted forward, enveloped in lightning, straight through Neesa. The electricity discharged into the vampire’s body, stunning her for just long enough for Meesei to turn around behind her. If Meesei wasted even a moment and allowed Neesa to raise another defense, then she knew she would be doomed. She had to devote every last drop of magicka she had remaining to her attacks, as anything else would be a pointless waste of energy. Extending out both hands in front of her, Meesei unleashed a combination of lightning and fire into Neesa’s back. The lightning was intended to stun her and drain her magicka, while the fire was to take advantage of one of Neesa’s few weaknesses. Indeed, vampiric flesh was quite easy to set ablaze.

With how quickly Meesei had acted after stunning Neesa, there was no opportunity for Neesa to defend against Meesei’s relentless assault. Meesei held nothing back, immolating Neesa’s body from head to toe. Neesa’s water-soaked robes had done little to protect against the intensity of Meesei’s flames, and even the ancient and powerful vampire lord could not stop her natural instinct to scream. But, Meesei still did not relent. For as long as Meesei had magicka, she was going to continue delivering her punishment. Meesei could not grip a living being with telekinesis like Neesa, but she could achieve the same effect with a blast of telekinetic energy that slammed Neesa’s charred body against one of the stone walls with easily enough force to break bone. With another wave of her arms, Meesei threw her once more into a stone support column before finally allowing her to fall to the ground and slump to her knees.

Meesei allowed herself only a moment to breathe as she cast her eyes up to the stone wall, noting a pair of spears crossed over a weapon rack. They were not silver, unfortunately, but since Meesei still had magicka remaining, she extended a hand to grab onto one, pull it from the rack, and guide it through the air and straight through Hal-Neesa’s stomach from behind. Neesa’s head lowered, and her burnt hands grasped at the now-bloody haft of the weapon that had penetrated through her. With that angle, Neesa was also witness to the second spear that Meesei pulled through her chest seconds later.

By this point, many of the cultists were confused, worried, or even outright afraid. Llarvan was enraged, his hands enveloped in flames, while both Lorag and Kaleeth had their weapons in hand, staring him down and waiting to act if he interfered.

Meesei was almost completely drained of magicka by this point, put with the last bits she had remaining, she pulled the Staff of Magnus from Sabine’s hands into her own. It had been charged with quite a few soul gems before they left, so with it, even after the fight, Meesei had access to more magicka than she had started with.

Meesei appeared in almost as much of a rage as Llarvan. She growled at him with an intense, threatening glare as the Staff of Magnus began to glow with a bright blue energy in her hand. Meesei’s own magical weakness from the fight was irrelevant with the Staff; the stonework of the floor itself cracked when the energized staff just tapped against it. “Is that worthy enough for you, Molag Bal?” Meesei shouted. “I will slaughter every single one of your minions if I have to. I will tear off their limbs, grind up their bones, and feast on their flesh myself! They are nothing to me, do you understand? I do not care how many centuries they have to their lives, I will kill them all the same. Because I have my mission, I have a god to kill, and if you and your pathetic servants cannot be of use to me, then I need to stop wasting my time here and find a Daedra who will. You hear me? Answer me, demon!”

The sheer ferocity in Meesei’s voice made it difficult for even those who knew her well to be certain whether or not she was exaggerating her anger as an act, or was actually, truly so enraged. Such raw, unrestricted anger was not characteristic of the Meesei they knew, but it was certainly as convincing as it was frightening. As for Hal-Neesa, there was hardly an inch of her body that was not burned through to the muscle and bone. Her form was now a grotesque, charred mass of flesh. Her eyes had practically boiled from the heat, her ribs had been broken, and two were now snapped and protruding out of her chest. If not for her tail and muzzle, she would not be recognizable as Argonian, and that was not even to mention the blood-soaked spears impaled through her. Any sane individual would have expected her to be dead, but whether it was a result of some magic, or just a testament to the durability of a vampire lord, she was still clinging to life. For now.
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My apologies for not being too available yesterday. As Zarkun said, no one can really establish much of a foothold on Paradise. The Believers in particular are wary of Koren's ability to monitor the ship. That said, there are plenty of other locations we could use for such an event.
I apologize if I didn't give you too much to reply to, but I do need to get to bed. I may just add on the rest of the fight to the post, if I'm up before you're back.
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