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~| Day 2, 16:00-18:15 GST|~
~| Aboard the Kaggath, Sith training room|~
~|Corr and Sish|~


After the training session, Sish spent a while longer making sure his arm wouldn’t be a weakness. Satisfied, he headed towards the camera room. If the way his new apprentice was acting was anything to go by, he’d certainly be heading towards the prisoners in a moment. As the one armed Trandoshan entered the room he glanced towards the camera in the prison. Just on time to see Corr start pulling Koren out. He continued to track the Red sith’s movements, speaking out only when he saw Jayda get involved. “Interesting. Finally getting involved is she?”

Sish watched the following events impassively, a tightening of his jaw the only indication of his displeasure. Lack of control. Arrogance. Misplaced arrogance. Foolish. It will be corrected, nonetheless. He kept watching as the Jedi was finally taken away, evidently having given all the information he was going to give. Everything was going fine until they got to the end of the turbolift. As Sish watched Corr throw Jayda out into the Jedi prisoners, his claw tore into the console with a shrieking sound.

“Foolish. Arrogant. Stupid.” He hissed, turning on his heel and heading towards his quarters. The Red Sith was heading there, he seemed to be very..by the book.

He was there before Corr, opening the door and listening impassively to his report. “Tell me all you’ve come up with.” Sish gave a sudden, predatory, grin. “And then I’ll give you a lesson on what you did wrong.”

“The Jedi has nothing useful to give about republic information or information about the Jedi Order. He said he was a watchman, assigned to a planet to guard. Except, he said Coruscant was his ‘fallback’ planet, which tells me something happened on his original planet. Perhaps the order pulled him out for some reason, or the inhabitants forced him off, or something else. Regardless I believe if pushed about it enough, we could elicit a response.”

Corr could feel Sish’s anger, no doubt due to the interrogation and him pushing Jayda out of the lift. “He fights defensively and seems to take care not to kill his enemies and help his allies. I imagine if a prisoner was threatened or harmed in his name, it would send him closer to his breaking point. He is cocky and polite, but that may be a front for his true emotions, which he is skilled at hiding.”

Corr finished with “If we threaten or torture another prisoner, perhaps one he’s grown close to, he could tell us about his original planet and any other information he might have been withholding.” He puts his hands behind his back, knowing he would likely be punished.

“Well, you came away with one useful piece of information.” Sish replied listening interestedly. He did come up with some useful information, to his credit. However.. “The rest of it is your average Jedi actions. If they’re a Jedi, they act like that in some way. Most of them at any rate. The only ones who do not display that are their Shadows. And the only prisoners who don’t are the Kaminoan and the Kel Dor. I suspect they’ll require a more..hands on, approach.” The Trandoshan waved his remaining claw. “Regardless, you did two things wrong.”

Sish’s claw stretched out, the force slamming Corr into the wall. “You had no control over the Jedi. If he wanted to, he could have taken you, lightsaber or no lightsaber.” Corr was slammed into the floor and ceiling. “Control them, or they will control you.” A few more times the Red sith was slammed into the floor and wall. “As for your second mistake, let me make a small revelation to you.” Corr was held with the force around his neck against the wall. “You have no allies here. Every other Sith views you as competition or prey. The only one who doesn’t is Jayda. And you’ve decided to burn that bridge before you even crossed it.” Sish’s remaining claw rose and dug into the side of Corr’s face. He dragged it down, leaving bloody furrows. “Ruthlessness I approve. Stupidity will get you killed. She was your only ally. Now you are alone. Lone predators die when surrounded by other predators.” He dropped the Red Sith. “I’m going to go get her before the Jedi kill her or she kills them.”

Corr struggled to his knees, holding back several curses. His face was covered in blood from the scratches, they would definitely leave scars. He rose to one knee painfully, keeping his head down. While he was angry, he reflected on what the Trandoshan said. Sish was right that he had probably ruined his chances with Jayda, but there was one other person whom he could ally with, a fellow Inquisitor. Zanna. He kept his head bowed and watched the blood drip onto the floor, not saying anything. Corr braced himself for another round of punishment, but he personally felt like he had learned. He was certain several of his bones were at least fractured and it hurt slightly to breathe, but he endured no pain without gaining something and with this he gained insight.

Corr was sure Zanna would appreciate an extra ally and considering the fellow Sith’s mindset, she could be a formidable opponent. Jayda was on a course for disaster anyhow, considering how fast Sish had breached his own force defenses to grab hold of him and throw him around like a ragdoll. She would need to become as powerful as a Sith Lord if she wanted to kill him. And he could not allow that to happen. Finally, he said in a slightly pained voice “I will reflect on this, Lord Sish.”
|~Day 2, 12:30-12:50 GST~| Zanna and Nyiss, Nyiss's Quarters|


Nyiss was relaxing in her room when a chime sounded indicating that someone had entered the entrance hall of her quarters. She did not immediately stir from her rest, it was not as though she owed anyone aboard this ship a swift audience. In short order, there was a knock on the door. Nyiss rose from her cross legged position sitting on her bed and smoothed her flowing black robes as she stood.

A quick stab at a button opened the door, revealing the apprentice Zanna standing in the entrance hall. She was by far the prettiest of the apprentices aboard, largely by virtue of her red skin. Nyiss had checked the records - the girl was very pure. She was also interested in Alchemy and the development of Force powers over physical traits. She reminded Nyiss of herself when she was young in many ways - a great deal of promise. “What brings you here Zanna?” Nyiss asked in a neutral tone.

Zanna froze for the tiniest second, her nerves convincing her Nyiss wasn’t there, or wasn’t interested and she should leave. Thus, she was surprised when the most powerful being on the ship suddenly appeared and spoke to her. And she felt Nyiss’s power. Oh did she feel it. It scared her just as much as the unexplained traces of power and the Dark Side had.

One hand began to pull on her face tentacles in a nervous gesture as Zanna smiled like a chick trapped in front of a cat. “Darth-Lady-My Lord,” Zanna stumbled over the proper title before continuing. “My Lord, as you most likely already know I’m a budding Alchemist. Which will undoubtedly be of help getting information from or converting the prisoners. Unfortunately, I had to leave most of my lab equipment back on Korriban. While I’ll be able to make some basic drugs, I won’t be able to conduct tests to see which works best on and won’t accidentally kill the prisoner.” A bit of venom entered her tone and she seemed less nervous. “I, unlike Lord Sish, know the value of caution and control.” The venom bled from her tone, but she remained a bit more confident.

“My point is that without the proper lab equipment I’ll have to be unnecessarily cautious. You have the best labs on the ship because, well, it’s your ship. I’m requesting access to your labs so I can both further my own, private, research, and the public goals of this ship. My Lord.” Zanna paused, nervously waiting for her rejection or acceptance.

Nyiss couldn’t help but smile at the young girls fumbling attempts to find the right title. She was clearly incredibly nervous, Nyiss didn’t need the force to know that. “Is that so?” She said raising an eyebrow.

She made to move forward, expecting Zanna to step out of the way. She didn’t really fancy having a conversation at the doorway. The girl moved as expected, and Nyiss strode casually to the comfortable chairs at the side of the entrance hall. She motioned to Zanna to take as seat as she herself did.

“Yes…” Zanna replied uncertainly as she moved out of the way, not entirely sure what Nyiss wanted from her. She had already explained all of her reasoning behind her request and there wasn’t anything else she could add to the request for aid. She sat down, nervously pulling on her face tentacles and twisting the rings on them.

Here she was, in the room with the most powerful being she had ever felt, with nothing else to do. “So...My Lord. Do I have access to your labs? They would be most beneficial to helping me complete the objectives you set out for us.”

“I’m sure they would.” Nyiss stated. “But what makes you think I would grant access to such a dangerous environment to one so timid and lacking in confidence.” Nyiss knew well that Zanna was capable, and that it was only in addressing a superior that the girl was clumsy and nervous… But she wanted to see how much she could push Zanna into standing up for herself.

Zanna’s mouth dropped open, ever so slightly, before she closed it. Alright. Time to put on another act. That’s all this was. Another act. She’d been acting her entire life. She put on a mask of confidence and relaxation. “Some Darths and Lords prefer a timid and scared servant. You, apparently, do not.” She, despite all her misgivings and suppressed fear, met Nyiss’s eye. “If you allow me access to your labs I’ll push the Jedi into acknowledging the powers of their emotions, and further my own research. If not, I will simply have a longer time period before I can do that. One way or another, My Lord, I will get what you requested done.”

“Better.” Nyiss said. Better indeed - though she could still feel the girl's emotions, and understood that this was a facade. But it wasn’t really about whether Zanna was truly confident around Nyiss or not. It was about how far Zanna would go to get what she wanted. The drive was refreshing, even if the groveling wording was mundane. “You’re almost convincing.” Nyiss said in a slightly playful tone, before continuing with a tone more suited to teaching. “You’re passion for your work is commendable… But you really should find a way to alleviate your nerves. Timidity and other displays of weakness are unbecoming of…” Nyiss paused for a moment, looking up and down Zanna’s form. When she continued it was with a slightly suggestive tone in her voice. “Such a luxurious crimson complexion…”

Zanna couldn’t help a small smile at Nyiss’ praise, before it disappeared at the Darth’s next words. She gave a shrug. She knew that Nyiss wouldn’t have fully bought the act, given that she was so much more powerful than Zanna that she could easily sense whatever emotions the younger Red Sith was hiding. What happened next blindsided her completely. Zanna had always been too busy in her pursuit of power and generally not being killed by her fellow apprentices to explore the more physical side of social relationships. Or even the more romantic side. But that didn’t mean she was completely oblivious, especially when it was this obvious.

Zanna blushed furiously, only barely able to keep meeting Nyiss’ eyes. “I...wha...what did you have in mind, m-my Lord?”

“You can start by calling me Nyiss… ‘My Lord’ is such a boring title…” Nyiss found Zanna’s surprise quite amusing. The girl really was quite naive. “And then perhaps… I can teach you of passion.” With that, she stood and turned towards the door to her quarters, casting a glance back over her shoulder at Zanna, flourishing her robe to show off her figure as she did so. “Or you could go back to your under equipped lab and let your nerves run wild.” Nyiss’ tone made it clear that she thought doing that would be pathetic and disappointing.

Zanna found that she couldn’t take her eyes off of Nyiss’s figure. She was flushed with a not unpleasant heat, her usually sharp mind tripping over everything that had happened in the last few moments. It took her a moment to catch on to what Nyiss was saying, the younger Sith quickly getting to her feet as it hit her. “No my...Nyiss.” It felt strange, to be this casual with the Darth. And...intoxicating. Is this what it feels like, to have some modicum of true power? She wondered, slightly hazily. “I wouldn’t like or want that.”

Nyiss smiled. “Of course not.” She said, back to her sultry, suggestive tone. She continued towards her room, Zanna following, loosening the fastenings of her robe as she went. Normally Nyiss didn’t bother with the inexperienced, but this girl was just too pretty not to teach.
Does @Rtron want to implement the secret plan we gave him?


Rtron Shall...after Zanna is freed up.

What are your characters up to, @Rtron?

We've hardly seen Sish try anything recently...


Sish doesn't like giving his prey more opportunities to beat him than normal. Going in with one arm and trying to torture with one arm seems like a bad idea to him. Thus, he's busy 'teaching' Corr.
Ellys

No matter. You've done your part. Chessmaster replied dismissively. As it spoke, the dagger broke in Mar's chest. The sliver that broke free burrowed rapidly towards the Naga's heart. Once inside, Chessmaster turned Mar's magic against her. The Naga's body started tearing and shifting, as if some manic child was playing with her body. Mar's screams echoed through the Forest.

Althalus

After several more times of smacking into trees, Althalus remembered the gauntlet Tyrael had given him. It was strapped on his arm, the assassin figuring it was better to be safe rather than sorry in case he needed it. Now he definitely needed it. Althalus clenched his fist (the gauntlet already being on the strength he needed) and focused, just like the overprotective bastard told him too. Only one Rune. Don't want to push it. Energy and strength filled him. Alright...my turn. In one quick movement he drew his crossbow, leaned up, shoved it under the chin of the Harpy carrying him, and fired a bolt through her skull. As her body went limp and they both went crashing to the ground he tucked his body into a ball and rolled quickly to his feet, throwing two knives at the remaining Four Harpies. His ankle flared with pain, torn to shreds by the Harpy's tail, but nothing felt broken.

The two harpies he threw at went down, one dead immediately with a knife in her eye, the other writhing around on the forest floor with a knife in her throat. Althalus whipped around to kill the other two when he heard the screaming. He froze. "Mar!" One second he was ready to kill the remaining Harpies, the next he was turned around and sprinting. Five runes on his gauntlet flared, and more power and energy flowed into him. He was moving faster than any mortal should, tearing through the forest.

Mackendrick and Co.

The armored knight halted when he saw Keri. Hatred boiled in his gaze as he regarded her for a moment, various parts of his armor seeming to glow for a moment, before he raised his crossbow and shouted. "VAMPIRE! I will kill you." The bolt was sent flying towards Keri. His brother stopped, a distance behind him. "Do you rea-" Whatever he was going to say was turned into a shout as he was backhanded into a nearby tree, bursting into a cloud of buzzing insects upon impact. He had gotten in Althalus' way.

The Knight ignored his brother's distress, shouldering on his shield as he began to reload to fire again.

Slade reappeared next to the masked Assassin. "You can handle this?" Mackendrick snorted quietly. "I can kill a child." Slade giggled. "Good! I have business in the College." With that, he sank into a shadow and was gone. "Come on, boy." Mackendrick gestured towards the scarred man. "We have to go kill an abomination."

Althalus cont.

He was within reach of Mar in seconds, after knocking that new stranger out of his way. He didn't care who it was, or why they were here. Mar was suffering, and Lyn was protected. He had to save her. He couldn't fail again. There was a well of power inside of him he hadn't had before, and he used it to its fullest ability. As soon as he crashed into Mar, arms wrapping around her writhing form, a shadow opened up beneath them and they were gone. The Nox was a blur as he quickly picked up Mar like he would have a small child and sprinted towards the medical room of the school.

He didn't have long. He had to get Mar to help and then go back to protect Lyn. Within moments, he had dropped Mar in the center of the med room. Perhaps it was unceremonious and harsh, given what she was going through, but Sam and others were there to help, and he could feel the power beginning to run out. Have to hurry. Have to go faster. He tore through the Nox again, looking for Lyn. It didn't take long to find her. Or, rather, find her opposite. He popped out of Samson's shadow, just as his energy disappeared. "That...was too close." He gasped, looking up as the horse continued running past.

There was screaming here too. Althalus cursed before drawing in a deep breath. "ANNABETH! TAKE LYN TO THE COLLEGE! RUN! RUN DAMN IT!" He screamed as loud as he could, seeing a white mask and someone else begin to approach.
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It seems to me she is constantly trying to get herself killed.


Alaira has a high risk style of combat.
Aramir

"Caution? Who needs caution? Lets just charge into the middle of the pack, that seems like a perfectly intelligent idea." Aramir muttered under her breath, pulling back her bow and aiming carefully at the writhing mess. At this distance, with this many enemies, she couldn't mess. However, she didn't want to accidentally hit Myrn or Colette or her little bat demon either. There was a rhythm to the chaos. Packs never moved unorganized. "And...there!" She let loose an arrow, and another. She was careful to make sure that Myrn was moving in the opposite direction. She hoped Colette wasn't in the way and she couldn't see her little bat either. She only hoped that she didn't hit any of her allies or the stone wall. She only had finite amount of arrows and she didn't want to go breaking any. Making new ones was a pain.

"Come down to the Catacombs, they said. Investigate some rumors, they said. Nothing major, they said." She muttered under her breath, drawing and firing another arrow in an automatic motion, her hands a blue blur.

E'docsil.

The bat flew over the battle, stopping only briefly to examine who all was there. Satisfied with her examination, she flew on after the Esyire and the Demonomancy master.

Slade, Mackendrick, and co.

Tendrils of shadows leapt out from the shade cast by the trees, several grabbing each harpy. With vicious yanks and twisting, the monsters were ripped in various pieces. Slade's version of being drawn and quartered. The shadow man strode past the gore, giggling to himself as he picked up a shoulder and arm of a Harpy and ate it, swallowing it in one gulp.

If you do not have the courage to kill her yourself, my servants will do it and you can slither away in shame back to your tribe. Chessmaster's voice whispered in Ellys's ear, as Mackendrick and the three new pawns walked past her, heading towards Lyn.

Leith

They are here. Prepare yourself! The ring warned.
|~Day 2, 18:07-18:09 GST~|
|~Nazca, Prison Complex (Aurek)~|


Nazca promptly stepped in front of Navi, blocking him from the Zabrak's sight, a grin on her face. She still felt like shit, but this did wonders to raise her spirits. "*Res kasluat hiso vint!" She called out cheerfully in Ul'Zabrak, watching as Jayda picked herself up. "I warned you, didn't I? But you didn't want to listen. Now you're here and whoever threw you in is likely expecting you to do something stupid or us to try and kill you. Something like that. Fortunately for all involved, we're much more civilized than that and I'm sure Koren here would just like to have a lovely chat. Isn't that right Koren?"

She winked at the man who was teaching her the nuances of the Force, before turning back to face Jayda. "My, my. Evidently your master was just as displeased by your lack of murdering that self-assured, charismatic fucker as I was. Where is he, anyway? I figured he would have been following you around like a lost Gizka. Aside from betrayal, what brings you to our homey little part of this ship? Koren's lack of snark, my wisdom, Tolun's charm, or something else?"

Althalus, Lyn's Hunt

"Perhaps. Perhaps not." Althalus replied, chuckling slightly. However, his amusement faded away as he noticed Mar begin to tense up. He slowly drew a throwing knife as giggling began to surround them. "Great." He muttered under his breath slowly turning around and scanning the trees. He didn't like the feeling of being hunted. The falling branches and giggling set him on edge. Still, this wasn't a feeling he was entirely unfamiliar with. "Come on...come on, make your move you bastards..." Unfortunately, before he could get a sight on whatever was hunting them, they attacked Mar.

Althalus whirled around at the sound of fluttering in time to see a Harpy crash into Mar's back. His knife flashed out in a heartbeat, sinking into the Harpy's skin. Althalus didn't have time to see where it hit, as he had a brief moment to feel something wrap around his ankle, and then he was gone, flying through the air. Not only flying through the air, but smashing into every tree along the way. "Ow..fuck...damn...you...bitch!"

A distance away.

Shadows slithered back into a man's body, his too wide grin shaking with his giggles. "My, my, my." The only part of his body that wasn't a solid, light consuming, black was his violet eyes and his razor sharp teeth in a Cheshire cat grin. "It looks like they're having a bit of trouble. All her protectors are injured. Shall we visit them with our new recruits, Mackendrick?" His skin writhed with anticipation.

The masked man stood and glanced back at their three latest pawns. One was barely a man, sitting and rocking back and forth, muttering to himself. His clothes were ragged, and every inch of his skin seemed to be covered in scars. The other two were evidently ready. One stood, eyes coldly regarding Mackendrick. "We are ready, aren't we brother?" The other remained sitting, humming lightly to himself. "Can you hear the whispers of the forest?" He asked quietly. When no answer was forthcoming, he sighed in quiet disappointment. "Most people can't. The whispers promise blood this day."

Slade's grin grew wider, if that was possible, as he rose to his full ten foot height. "Good."

In the catacombs

An elf carefully crept into the darkness, watching carefully. Remember E'docsil, this is not a vengeance mission. This is a sabotage. Her master's voice, as always sounding vaguely like three people speaking at once, whispered through her mind. "I want blood." She hissed in reply. You will obey. There was only the slightest hint of command, but she nonetheless flinched. "As you command." She muttered sullenly, before disappearing in the darkness towards the Demonomancy Master. There was a grotesque sound of bones and flesh changing, and a bat flew threw the darkness from where she had been.
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Yeah. Except when it doesn't. Best course is to just torch the whole thing then.


Unless it thrives on fire. Then you just run away.
I will be getting to mine tomorrow, if all goes well.


Ditto
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