Sundered Echo

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

It would appear I still exist!

More Jewel goodness for everyone to enjoy.

Nyiss post is coming soon, 'tis around two thirds done I'd say, maybe even three quarters.

Stargate - Alliances - Into the Unknown

Pretty sure Forsythe has already signed me up for this...

So here I am.

Ariadne/Idalia revamp to come soon.

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

~|Day 1, 20:31 - 20:35 GST|~
~| Aboard the Kaggath, Main Prison Complex and adjoining corridors: Nyiss, Tolun & Nazca|~

Darth Nyiss watched and listened intently as the prisoners reacted to her presence in a variety of different ways. One cried out in protest about Nazca ‘not being fixed yet’ - a choice of words which intrigued her. Though not one of her planned test subjects she decided it might be worth taking him for a chat later. Another, a Twi'lek, decided, foolishly, to stand up to her, but before Nyiss could decide what to do to demonstrate why exactly that was a terrible idea, Nazca had kneed the girl in the gut. These Jedi were proving ever more fascinating.

No sooner had Nazca done that, than she made a dash for the door, her hand moving towards Nyiss’ belt in the process. Nyiss thought that amusing, and her own hand subtly held out the long haft of her saberstaff to Nazca as she passed. If the girl didn’t take the opportunity she’d be decidedly disappointed.

Nazca took the handle of the saberstaff, feeling her blood run cold at how easy it was. There should have been more resistance if it was still clipped to the belt. She gave me it. Why? The Jedi Youngling didn’t bother to think about it, simply shoving the the saberstaff down her pants as she rounded the corner. Hopefully they don’t do full searches. Nazca glanced over her shoulders and skidded to a stop as she saw Nyiss step out into the corridor. “Well? Are you coming? I’ve already met the Trandoshan so surely you can’t be as interested in physical torture as he is.”

Nyiss simply smiled, raising her hand to manipulate the Force. She picked Nazca off the ground by the neck, not hard enough to choke but firm enough to let Nazca know she could be choked. She then pulled the girl much closer, retrieving the saberstaff as she went, making sure they were both in view from the cell door. She placed the lightsaber in Nazca’s hand, then brought her own hand up to gently cover the girls hand, directing it such that the end of the saber was pressed to Nyiss’ breast.

“What did you think you were going to do with that?” She said calmly, but loud enough that the other Jedi would hear.

Nazca’s eyes widened in fear instinctively as she felt a grip on her throat. Fortunately, she was merely carried, the lightsaber leaving her pants seemingly of it’s own violation. Nazca couldn’t help a grin. “Sorry. You just handed it to me, what was I supposed to do?” Her eyes narrowed in suspicion and wariness as the Darth not only gave her the lightsaber back, but directed her hand to point it at Nyiss’s chest.

“I’m not sure. I figured I could give it to one of our fighters. We certainly don’t have anyone who is remotely skilled enough with tech to mess with it. So, are we just gonna both stand, well float for me, here awkwar-” Nazca suddenly pressed down on the button in the lightsaber, hoping that whatever the Sith had planned would be distracted by her mid-sentence attack.

The expression on Darth Nyiss’ face changed to one of disappointment as Nazca spoke. She let the girl babble until she built up the courage to press the button that would activate the saber straight into Nyiss’ chest.

Except when the button was pressed, nothing happened.

“You were supposed to strike me down.” She said coldly. Enough people had tried to kill her with her own saber that she had altered it to be Force activated - only she knew how to complete the internal circuits that would cause its crimson blades to spring forth. “The buttons are just for show dear.” She said quietly before pulling the weapon from Nazca’s grasp. Gripping it firmly now, she raised it for a backhand strike, still unactivated. When she swung, she timed her releasing Nazca’s neck perfectly so that the force of the blunt end of her saber striking her face would knock the girl to the ground.

Nazca sighed as the lightsaber failed to activate. “I should have known better, right? You’re smarter than the average Sith.” She gave bitter laughter at Nyiss’s words. “There’s a fine line between stupid and brave. I lost my hand trying to fight against a Sith with a regular lightsaber, I’m sure you know him robot hand disgusting attempts at charm. I have no skill with a lightsaber. ‘Striking you down’ would have been suicide unless you give me an opportunity like that.” She snorted as Nyiss spoke quietly. ”No shi-” Her eyes followed the lightsaber up. “Oh this is gonna hur-” She hit the ground hard, letting out a cry of pain.

Nazca gingerly placed a hand on her newly opened cheek wound, glaring up at the Darth. “Is there a particular reason for that or are you just a sadist like the Trandosha, Schutta?” She began picking herself up and edging backwards, hopefully drawing the Sith and Tolun with her before Shiri did something stupid.

Nyiss did not like being compared to the bruiser of a trandoshan, but she did not show the effect of Nazca’s words openly. Retaining her composure, she spoke again. “That was for not cooperating. I dont want to harm you, you are worth more to me intact. But if you are intent on being a childish nuisance, you will be disciplined like one.” She paused and clipped her saber back onto her belt, using the force to press the buttons that closed the doors and secured the prison cell. “Now get up, stop feeling sorry for yourself and follow me. We are not going to the torture chambers.” With that, she turned on her heel and started walking towards the turbolift that would bring them to her quarters.

Nazca smirked at Nyiss as she picked herself up. “I cooperated with you! You practically begged me to stab you through the chest, which I figured wasn’t going to work since you don’t seem to be stupid but hey I had to try, and I didn’t even try to run away when you walked out into the hallway. I’m anything but feeling sorry for myself at this point. You’ve only hit me once and we’re not even heading to the torture chambers. This is far better than the last session, believe me.” She followed the darth, eyeing her for a moment before speaking again.

“Do you accept requests for items to be brought to the prison? Specifically, a Holochess set and a few decks of cards would be appreciated. I can’t imagine if I go insane from boredom I’ll be worth something to you.”

Nyiss ignored Nazca initially, showing no reaction at all to her blabbering. She evidently did not get the point of what she said. Not that she really expected her to anyway. When she asked for something to do in the prison, Nyiss considered for a moment, not breaking her stride. They were supposed to suffer… But boredom wasn’t exactly the best way to turn them. And with this girls fiery spirit, a competitive game might inspire some minor vendettas… An unlikely event with Jedi perhaps, but still possible given everything they had to go through right now. “Very well. But only when you and your fellows prove you can behave. Try to steal any more lightsabers or run off and you will have to endure the boredom.”

Tolun Fi had watched the exchange passively, striding alongside in silence - a sharp contrast to the dull-witted girl who seemed to have a deathwish. He was surprised, however, when Nyiss even entertained the idea of providing things for the prisoners’ entertainment. If the Darth was feeling generous, he might as well inquire on a few acquisitions himself. “If I may, the medical facility in the prisoner block is woefully inadequate for more than basic treatment. I would be appreciative if some proper equipment, particularly for surgery, could be brought to the facility. Some of your underlings seem to be quite… hands on. I am sure you agree that the Jedi are of little use to anyone dead.” the kaminoan asked, studying the ship as he went. “I would also appreciate the opportunity to remove the alloy that’s fused to Nazca’s knuckles. We were preparing for surgery before the attack, and I rather like to keep my appointments.”

“Define ‘behave’, and how long that good behaviour must last. I’d rather not be looking forward to torture by the time you deign to give us a Holochess set and a couple decks of cards.” Nazca replied watching the hallways as they passed. Why can’t they label ‘THIS WAY TO HANGAR BAY’ for once? She thought, before turning and smiling at Tolun. “Oh, my permanent finger jewelry?” She asked, clicking the remaining rings together. “I would appreciate having them removed. They make what I do best a little more difficult.”

“Of course we can remove those ugly things.” Nyiss said genuinely, though mostly to Tolun. “They would only hinder my plans for you, and we cannot have that. As to more medical supplies… I may provide some. But supplies are limited, and you may have to make a choice.” She sighed then, a sound filled with frustration and perhaps a hint of anger. “Do not test the limits of patience or my generosity girl. Should you discover the limits, you will regret it. Now I will have silence until we arrive.”

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

~|Day 1, 20:30 GST|~

Darth Nyiss stepped over the threshold to the prison for the first time since it had been filled. She imagined it wouldn’t look too different from before. The presence of the Jedi was felt far more strongly than anything else. They were decidedly cold and harsh next to the rush of darkside energy that filled the rest of the ship. Still, that would change soon enough. When she crossed into the room, the Jedi would no doubt feel the magnitude of her presence - there was no one stronger in the Force anywhere on the ship. If they could still bare to look at her at that point, they would see her vibrant crimson skin and dark robes. At her belt was her own double sided lightsaber, but also the saber of the Jedi Master she had slain in the temple. She wanted to see if any of the Jedi would notice and react. The chance that one of them was a padawan of that particular master was not especially high, but it was possible.

She had, of course, already selected the candidates for her experiments. She knew who to look for, only not their names. The first was to be a young human girl who had lost her hand while being captured. Damaged goods perhaps, but then, the chances of complete success on the first one were always lower, so this one would be less of a loss should it fail. Nyiss would also be bringing Tolun Fi with her. Initially he may not be of much use, but he had to observe at least, to be able to contribute later. Besides, he was brilliant. He might just surprise her, and she, unlike most Darths, appreciated surprises.

She glanced around, quickly locating the Jedi in question. “You.” She said pointing straight at Nazca. “Come with me.” Her voice was forceful, though she did not put any of her telepathic might behind it at this point. The change as she continued was significant, her voice softening and becoming friendly. “Tolun dear, if you are not indisposed, I would appreciate your company now.”

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

GM Announcement:

In order to allow for more interaction within the prison, we are suggesting a few rules to be adhered to regarding post structure -

Firstly, Sith collecting prisoners should try to make a short, open ended post when they grab the prisoner, giving the other Jedi some time to react before whisking the prisoner away. Dont delay your writing over subsequent collab too much for this, but for the sake of some feisty Jedi, do try to give them a little reaction time.

For those Jedi within the cells, while conversing or carrying out actions, it is suggested you try to carry out conversations as a series of short individual posts rather than long collabs - this is to allow other jedi to join in even if they weren’t invited to the collab. Feel free to still do short three - five segment collabs if there is a lot of back and forth with single sentence answers and such, the intent of this is more to have discussions open than to pad the ic with one para posts.

Also, if your Jedi are having a conversation or somesuch and are actively excluding the others from it, then feel free to still do a large collab in which the entire conversation starts and ends within the one post. These are best done in a separate room of the prison complex, so that anyone listening in has to actively move to do so.

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

Oooh look! I made my deadline! Yay!

Sith and Prisoners can now feel free to post on the Kaggath.

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

~|Day 1, 17:30 GST|~
~|Darth Nyiss, Aboard the Kaggath|~

Darth Nyiss stepped elegantly off the boarding ramp of the small, heavily laden shuttle onto the deck of the modest landing bay in the Kaggath. A small formation of armored Imperial troops awaited her, not so much for the formality as to be ready for the unloading of the Jedi.

“Take them to the cells.” Nyiss ordered simply.

There were many Jedi to move, and though they were all still heavily sedated, there was always risk involved dealing with Force users. Best to get them somewhere reasonably secure right away. Of course she’d not sully her hands with that menial work. She had better things to do, and began to stroll towards the bay exit while the men scurried into the transports to collect the Jedi. She almost pitied the Jedi. They would be quartered in specially designed cells, which were a decidedly unpleasant place to live. But then, they would, in a way, be safer than the Sith quarters, for all the Sith were to some extent sharing rooms, and she had made it common knowledge that she was relaxing a certain imperial law for the duration of this trip. That law being the one concerning the murder of fellow Sith. She would not be enforcing the punishments usually enacted on a murderer, for the Sith here were of sufficient calibre to defend themselves against attack. And if they failed, then as far as she was concerned, they deserved their fate.

She was beyond that pettiness however. She would be staying in her much enlarged quarters, a deck below everyone else. No other Sith would be staying there well, not right away she thought, one corner of her mouth curling into a smile at the thought that one of the other Sith here might prove able to keep up with her… Appetites. Though there would likely be other frequent visitors. The Alchemy labs and artifact storage were part of her quarters, and anyone desiring to use them for themselves would have to come and ask her in person.

For her personal experiments, she had already selected several of the Jedi. A fairly interesting sample to be sure, perhaps not the most ideal, but then Jedi didn’t exactly grow on trees. She would work with what she had, and she had enough for now. With Tolun’s help, she was sure the experiments would come to fruition. She would also be interested to observe if their experiences at the hands of the other Sith would have any effect on it all. She had given a general order to the lesser Sith to try to keep the poor prisoners alive, after all, this was not a pleasure cruise, and if she’d wanted dead Jedi, she’d’ve just left them in the temple to be buried by the pyrotechnics.

Another of the things she had made sure was known among the Sith, was that whoever gained her attention would receive one of three Holocrons in her possession, to learn as much as they could from it before someone else managed to get on the good side of her whim. Completing the actual objective of this journey, turning the Jedi to the dark side of the Force, would of course be looked on favorably by her (she was quite interested in the methods to reliably convert Jedi). But that was by far not the only means to impress her. Feats demonstrating knowledge or masterfully executed plots against fellow Sith were also something she considered with some anticipation. Then of course there was the personal route. Some Darth’s liked to appear professional, or maintain airs of extreme superiority to pander to their egos, but Nyiss didn’t care for such things. That kind of arrogance led to a rather lonely existence, and Nyiss favored interesting company over fanciful displays of ego. She didn’t hold out much hope that any of the Sith would be able to keep up with her intellectually, but she was always open to surprise, and there were always the more base passions.

Her train of thought trailed off as she realised she had reached the turbolift to her quarters already. She stepped in and pressed the key to take her to her quarters. Her venture had begun successfully, only now did the truly interesting part begin.

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I am preparing a post to bring everyone onto the Kaggath (excluding rescuers of course) which will be ready tomorrow (within 24 hours of this post).

Mass Effect: The Face of Injustice

The moment the shooting started, Khel Zhar raised his omni tool and activated the shield boost program. Though his suits built in shields were quite powerful, being the only Krogan in his room would mean drawing a lot of fire (despite his reputation as generally being a non combatant). With that done, he spotted the nearest exit and broke into a lumbering run. It was no Battlemaster charge, but it was certainly not something any non-krogan would want to be in the path of... As a hapless Turian shooter discovered when he failed to get out of the way fast enough. Zhar lowered his shoulder and barged the man out of the way. The sound of armor buckling could be heard as he struck and when the man flew backwards and sideways out of the way, several bones could be heard snapping. He certainly wouldn’t be getting up.

Still, a lot of fire had been impacting on Zhar’s shield, and he knew it couldn’t last much longer. The door was close, but before he got to it, he ducked behind the nearest corner large enough to mostly conceal his bulk. He stood still for a few seconds, taking the time to mentally curse not remaining primarily in the information business. He would never have walked into this kind of trap one hundred years ago. But this was the price one paid for trying to help the galaxy. He checked his omni tool then, noting that his shields were at ninety percent now. Good enough. He peered out of cover with one eye, aiming his omni tool as he did so. Fire had mostly shifted onto the remaining uncovered targets, but a few rounds bounced off the wall next to him and his shield. He quickly spotted the shooter and hit him with an energy drain, siphoning the power straight to his own shields, temporarily overcharging them.

He then began moving as quickly as possible to the door. From there, he would head to where his ship was docked and get out of the system. He had a feeling this was all going to go downhill very quickly. He did not flee completely on reaching the door however. Taking cover by it, he triggered his omni tool’s minifacturing suite, ordering it to build a recon mine. A second later, it was ready, and he carefully aimed the tools launcher to land the mine behind a cluster of enemy troops. He detonated the weapon as soon as it was in place, the shaped charge wreaking havoc among the hostile forces. Moments after this, he had triggered tactical scan to make sure he wasn’t flanked, before proceeding to look for a way out of this mess.

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

~| The Jedi Temple, Day 1, 11:56 GST|~
~|Sela vs Nyiss|~

Darth Nyiss stepped purposefully through the cloud of dust thrown up by the broken masonry, Lightsaber still in hand. Between her and Tolun’s lab she could feel the brilliant, ordered presence of a Jedi Master. It sickened her, and in her disgust she felt a great desire to end it, preferably by cutting down whoever was causing it.

It did not take her long to find the one. A quick and incredibly low level telekinetic burst tussled her robe and swept the dust from the air, revealing a robed, dark skinned human woman of roughly the same height as the Darth. Nyiss met the Jedi’s gaze with her own, her eyes filled with disdain and disgust. “Your time has come Jedi.” She said in a richly accented upper class Imperial voice.

With that she shrugged off her thick outer robes, letting the mass of black cloth fall at her feet, leaving only a sleeveless light tunic and loose trousers loosely reminiscent of a Jedi’s garb but in black. Then she ignited a single crimson blade on her saberstaff, giving the Makashi salute to her opponent. She was a civilised warrior, and as disgusted as she may be, she would let the Jedi give whatever accounting she could for herself.

Sela eyed the Makashi salute the Sith gave her. Slowly, her own hand reaching for her blade and edged it outward, producing the same sincere respecting gesture to her side. Partly she expected there was some dirty trick within the Sith’s mind as she watched closely, waiting patiently for something to occur. In the back of her mind she felt Xid’s presence drift away bit by bit, a faded reminiscent of their connection, giving her some peace of mind he wouldn’t involved.

The master inhaled and tightened her grip on the curved blade. She took the offensive, her blade leapt out to stab a point at Nyiss’ shoulder, her mind already thinking ahead, ready to jerk back and flip her blade to cover her handle and block a counter attack. It was likely the Sith knew at least one other form like many Jedi, but she couldn’t be absolutely certain.

Nyiss put her left foot back and raised her weapon, still holding the long handle in only her right hand. She caught the Jedi’s strike on the middle of her own blade and redirected it away from her body. Rather than counter attack right away, she pulled back, keeping her blade between herself and her opponent. At the same time she began probing at her opponents mental defences with Force induced fear. She doubted it would work right away, but it would still serve as a good distraction.

Sela felt her blade connect. The vibration rattled through her hand, her blade turned away and flowed outward. the master wasn’t about to back down even as the Sith retreated, keeping her blade between the pair. It was then Sela felt the probing of fear trying to edge into her calm mind and wrench control from her. The Jedi snorted, mainly in disgust, as she brushed it away. It took a second, her mind accepting her fear but instead of letting it control her, she used the adrenaline brought forth. Fear was natural to all living creatures yet only the Sith let it drive them. She slashed forward, aiming at the area between the neck base and shoulder. Her feet pushed forward, cutting the distance, with another fast slash at the knee cap should the Sith retreat again.

Nyiss’ response was first to perform another quick redirecting block, then step in and grip her long hafted weapon with both hands. As the Jedi’s lightsaber came around, Nyiss left her blade high, making it seem as though she had missed the block. Just a moment before the blue blade connected, she activated the other blade on her Lightsaber. The screeching of lightsaber blades contacting filled the air as the Jedi’s strike was blocked. Nyiss then brought the raised blade downwards towards the Jedi’s head, stepping into the strike and keeping her second blade low to retain the guard.

Sela's frown deepened when Nyiss' attack halted her low aim attack, her ear filled with the terrible noise. The blade came down as Sela sensed it more then saw it happen, her fingers loosen slightly upon the curve blade and whipped it upward into a over head block. Her figure stepped back as her blade locked with the Darth, her eyes steadying for a weakness she could use, temporary.

Shifting her weight, her nearest foot raised and sent a force kick against the Darth's navel. An improvised attempt to disengage the pair and bring space between them.

Nyiss’ blade once again met resistance in the form of her opponents blue blade. Before she could react, the Jedi’s foot found purchase in her midriff. With the added power of the Force behind the kick, Nyiss found herself flung several meters backwards, shutting her saber off to avoid accidentally injuring herself. To avoid landing prone on her back, she used the Force to execute a somersault midair, landing crouched with her saber in her left hand. She quickly stood once more, raising her right hand towards the Jedi and sending a disdain fueled telekinetic wave directly at her, following up with a burst of Lightning no matter the Jedi’s reaction.

After the boot connected, Sela’s blade released and whipped about, crisscrossing it about her front while trying to keep close. Despite her machine enhancements to recover both her reflexes and what little depth perception she had, it wasn’t up to par compared to the Darth. Deep inside the woman knew she was out matched but she wasn’t terrified by it. Instead, she aimed to take the Darth down with her. Spurred on by the thought, Sela’s arms increase the momentum until the Sith lashed out with a telekinetic wave.

It connected, unexpectedly, causing Sela’s eyes to widen in surprise. Her feet were pushed back as the wave slammed into her full force, her teeth gritted while she tried to cushion the telekinetic attack with her own. The hallway, however, suffered badly. The energy rippled through it causing roof pieces to fall, pillars to shatter, and flooring to rupture upward along the force attack’s path.

Not bothering to take her eyes off her foe, the Sith followed up with force lightning. Sela whipped her blade quickly to the side and then up, setting it up to take the blow in her stead. Her other hand was released, freeing it up, while she used a telekinetic pull to jerk a shattered pillar form behind the Sith and right into her back. No matter what the Sith did, Sela aimed to toss another where the red skinned alien aimed to be.

Nyiss quickly stopped her burst of lightning as the Jedi used her lightsaber to absorb it. Moments before the pillar impacted her back, she sensed it coming and leapt up and over it. Before she hit the ground, she felt another heading towards her, and a distinct sense of irritation began building in her breast. Instead of dodging the next pillar, she caught it with her own power, stopping it dead in its tracks before dropping it.

“Is that the best you can do Jedi? You’ve already lost.” She said arrogantly.

She then raised her right hand and fired another continuous burst of lightning while clipping her saber on her belt with her other hand. Though she knew the Jedi would just catch it again, she still had tricks the Jedi had not seen, and a sinister smile formed on her lips. She raised her left hand, but rather than aiming for the Jedi, a burst of lightning shot out for an exposed metal girder in the roof behind the Jedi. From there, the Lightning would arc back down and towards the Jedi’s back.

Sela hadn’t survived the war without learning what to expect and usually, that was the unexpected. Though sometimes it put her in odd positions. Her saber whipped up and caught the force lightning with her saber, preventing it from connecting with her. Next her hand raised, pouring her advance tutaminis into the palm as the lightning from the girder rained down. Her Crucitorn was activated as she held her ground, using the force to shut down the pain and withstand longer. Her chest was heaving slightly while her mind raced for what to do next. It wasn’t her first Sith but this red skinned woman seemed to be enjoying this and it showed clear as day in each movement, attack and more. Sela’s legs widened her stance to brace herself from falling when she located the Sith, eyeing her movements while holding her ground.

“Very impressive Jedi.” Nyiss once again spoke, disdain still evident in her voice. “Such a shame your skill will go to waste.”

Continuing her barrage of lightning, she began to walk slowly towards the Jedi on an angle that would lead her to be on the scarred side of the Jedi’s face. She could feel the Jedi weakening, she was evidently blocking the pain of the Force lightning for now, but Nyiss knew the Jedi would run out of energy before she did.

Sela’s lips pressed tighter, but her emotions didn’t slip past her mask. Instead she was considering her options and at hearing the Sith’s compliment, even through a venomous tone, as she gritted out her own reply. Granted it was a waste of breath, but the distraction was welcomed.

“I wouldn’t... count me out yet…”

With those last words, her tutaminis released allowing the force lightning through. A bloodcurdling scream erupted through her lungs, her air pushed out, while she kept her Cruictorn. She had never hated Force Lightning more than this moment. It rippled up her body, threatening to make her seize up, as she made her mind focus beyond the pain. Her force took hold of the girder and jerked her aim downward. The base screeched in a deafening protest before the bolts holding it in play gave away, twisting off as it shot downward onto the pair. Sela knew this fight was death from the beginning, the very reason she sent Xid away, and now, she was determined to take them both down if she could. Her sacrifice was worth the price if the Sith died with her after all. Unless the alien moved, they both would be crushed underneath.

As the Jedi finally gave in, Nyiss felt the elation of victory, a snarling grin revealing her white teeth as she increased the intensity of the lightning. At the last moment, she notice that the girder she had been arcing the lightning off was hurtling towards the pair. She sidestepped as quickly as she could, lightning still streaking from her fingers - too late.

Pain shot through her right arm as a jagged protrusion cut down the length of it. Worse, lightning still coursed through the metal, and arced into her body. she was knocked to the side, falling to the floor hard with no grace or elegance. It was only through her strength of will that she remained conscious, and only through the Force that she knew the Jedi had fared worse.

Sela felt the steel and lightning burn through her being, every muscle and nerve set on fire through the girder collapsing over top of her. Like the Sith, Sela had tried to dodge it but was too slow. Now laid across it her chest, pinning her down. Chunks of twisted metal had seared and impaled her through the navel, her wounds slowly bleeding out but not fast enough to kill her quickly. The lightning had managed to hit her old war wound and with the lightning pulsing through it, any machine adaptations were rendered useless. She was paralyzed from the waist down in her horrifying realization when she tried to push away the thing pinning her down. Her lightsaber lost in the debris as she turned partly, spotting that had been tossed within eyesight of her.

Impulsively she tried to raise it to her hand before the Sith could stop her.

Darth Nyiss pushed herself to feet with her good arm. There was pain in her right arm, but it only served to heighten her awareness, just as the dark red blood that seeped from the wound only seemed to make her crimson skin seem more vibrant. She quickly spotted the Jedi, pinned beneath the fallen mass of metal. Nearby, the Jedi’s saber shook lightly, trying to make its way back to its masters hand. Nyiss raised her hand and summoned it into her own hand, clipping it next her belt alongside her own weapon.

“You wont be needing that anymore.” She said with satisfaction evident in her voice.

She made her way slowly around the twisted mass of metal and on reaching the Jedi, knelt beside her. Her good hand went to the Jedi’s neck, but rather than constrict, she drew on the darkside of the Force and began draining away what life remained. She held her injured arm where the Jedi could see, the gash closing and the skin mending over. She spoke no more words as she continued to drain the Jedi’s life away.

Sela’s hands attempted to push and claw the damaged girder off her, only to have it move down enough to crush her legs more. It was useless and though her body wanted to struggle against fate, her mind was calm as a storm’s eye. She knew it would’ve ended one way or another but at least she had bought Xid time to bring someone to finish what she started. When the Darth’s hand grasped about her neck, the Jedi expected the tightening grasp and suffocation to begin, but instead…her body was colder than ice where the Sith touched. The darker skinned woman’s flesh crawled at the wrongness of being in close contact while it spread, the chill sending needles into her muscles and surface, making it blacken more.

Her hands jerked up, instinctively to force the grip to release. Her nails digging weakly into the skin and tried to remove it, feeling her life slipping into darkness. Not being choked, she could easily speak her last words to her adversary. “Your darkness won’t last forever and what I started… someone will finish it. I doubt, but I hope, they will pity you as much as I do when they end your life. Showing you far more mercy than you deserve.”

Nyiss merely ignored the Jedi’s last words. “Shhh… Don’t fight it…” She said, in a tone that, if not for the hate she felt for all Jedi, might’ve been motherly. “Your end has come.”

“No.” Sela said, her lips smirking, though her eyes screamed calm and dignity, while her fingers slowly loosen. “It’s only the beginning for me.”

At her last words, her hands loosened their grip and fell to the floor, the black color spreading to the finger and lifeless.

Once the Jedi was drained completely, Nyiss stood once more, revitalized. She spared only a glance at the dessicated husk that remained before turning on her heel. “What a waste.” She said to no one in particular, her usual disdain and disgust having returned to her voice. She paused only to scoop up and put back on her outer robe, before continuing on towards Tolun Fi’s lab, the emotions of the battle already fading.