Retribution and Justice (Neive)

[Rahab Aapofi]

As their Lord, in all his horrid glory and terrible resplendency, came into view, Rahab picked up her pace. She wanted to greet him first and tried to get in front of Kressara. But by the time she caught up, he had already joined them. Out of the three of them, Rahab was the least physically adept. And the added exertion at the last second had left her too winded to greet him with words. Surely, thought, he would have felt her intention.

It was illogical for her to have been upset as she was, when Lord Blood addressed Kressara before her, because the other Sith had spoken first, but she was upset. The feeling was so big that she didn’t have the room for much else. It flared up and died down, irrational as it came and irrational as it went, when she realized he was indirectly addressing her as well. She was calming herself down when he finally was giving her his undivided attention.

Rahab bristled under the eyeless gaze of the helmet, knowing that his eyes were burning at her from with in. For the briefest part of a moment, she felt something intense; and sensible; a flash point of resentment at having been reprimanded in such a fashion. But it passed just as quick and she rolled her aura belly up as much as anyone could. It was within her nature to be defiant and tugged and pulled at her tethers when ever she could but the presence of her Lord’s powerful form put her in an ill state of mind, so she was content to be on a leash as long as said leash was reliably snapped back.

“My sincerest apologizes, my Lord,” Rahab said with a small bow, sounding neither all that sincere or all that apologetic. She couldn’t quell the morbid delight of getting a reaction out of him if she had wanted to. When they finally reached their destination, she had eased her buoyant giddiness. Their target had met them, as if on cue. She was not combat eager, not like Kressara, and though she was fast the woman's eagerness had more than made up for it and Rahab was outpaced once more.

“Wait,” She said to her, barely above a whisper as the two men exchanged words. Rahab grabbed a hold on the back of the other's garment. She was afraid Kressara would charge recklessly forward. This was clearly a personal matter for the Lord that the two had unwittingly become a part of, and they were hardly equip for a serious combat. She was envisioning how quickly their bodies would become shields for the enemy or unwanted debris to step over on the battle field. Interfering with Lord Blood just now, the red glow from the twin blades casting him in a wicked silhouette that suited him, was as dangerous as the present unknowns the fearsome looking intruder possessed. If not more.

[Kressara Thryn]

Kressara regarded Lord Blood’s answer with a curt bow, one hand raising to cover her heart in a respectful manner to someone so high above her. Her attitude was almost unrecognizable from their first meeting, like nothing of the sort had even come to pass between them. Short, but attentive, the girl responded in turn.

“As you wish, Lord Blood.”

He spoke briefly with Rahab as well, leaving Kressara to wonder what he was scolding her for. That’s about the time when she noticed the intruder before looking from their lord to the new piece on the board. Kressara stepped back from Lord Blood, knowing full well not to get in the way of another warrior’s saber range. She stood attentively in waiting, hand on her vibroblade’s hilt and eyes burning with all the brilliance of sunsets over verdant land out from beneath her flaxen bangs. Her vicious energy amplified at the sight of him, but stalled in place. Everything within her body and spirit resembled a pressure trap just waiting to be triggered, ever prepared to unleash her fury against anyone who might threaten her comrades.

”Wait!” Rahab’s hand reached for Kressara’s coat, worrying that the crow might just attack without assessment of the scenario first. It was understandable. Rahab didn’t know Kressara half as well as Kressara knew herself. With all that eager energy to battle the intruder, it would likely seem very possible that Kressara was blood thirsty enough to endanger herself foolishly. That assumption would be proven wrong however when the girl turned to look over her shoulder at Rahab, a half smile on her face that reflected a calmness her energy did not give off.

“You’ve nothing to fear.” She spoke in a lower voice just between Rahab and herself, then turned her attention back to the scene at hand.

Kressara was in flanking position of Lord Blood, prepared to defend his back should the enemy break through his defenses and parry. She also stood between the enemy and Rahab, hand at the ready on her weapon. All of that wild energy was held in perfect control as the young sith watched for the opportune moment in which her interference would be pivotal. She was a defender by nature when others were involved, naturally guarding them like a shepherd would their flock. If this trouble maker wanted to harm either of her comrades, he’d have to deal with a swift retaliation from Kressara.

[Rhoden Carbine]

Rhoden noted the Sith ships were veering off as though to land--they appeared to think he was going in for a landing. Unfortunately this was not the case. Rhoden had noted, quite early into his rush, the transparisteel window which allowed the Sith overlords to look out at the stars, he had also noted, as he grew closer still, the crimson blades igniting within--well, Dot had anyways.

Dot had detected two fail-safe systems to prevent the failure of the window, the first was a polarization technique which would diffuse energy pumped into it, the second was a magfield typical on hangars. If the window ruptured, the field would activate, keeping the atmosphere contained.

Rhoden bore ahead full speed, humming a tune he couldn't quite place as he went. He keyed up a targeting solution and fired, several laser shots, the transparisteel warped and began to glow. Next he keyed a concussion missile and fired at the edge of the window. The weakened panel shattered, outwards given the immediate rush of air, which just as quickly ceased due to the magfield.

Rhoden, in all this time not having slowed, looked at his scanner to see if the Sith were upon him, having noticed his not going to land. It made no difference, they had insufficient time to react given his speed. He cut in full reverse thrust at the last possible moment, slowing himself to the point where he wouldn't be pulverized but coming in incredibly fast.

The Starwing skidded across the flooring between the two opposing sides and Rhoden scrambled out of the cockpit as Dot fastened himself onto Rhoden's back. He looked around quickly and jumped on the side of the fighter obstructing him from the view of the Sith. Dot, throughout the affair, beeping angrily at him.

"I know, I know. It was stupid, and it was too fast." Rhoden said, "But it worked." Dot gave a mechanical snort. Rhoden ran up to the other figure, he appeared to be a Sith but--unlike the others--he didn't appear quite ready to dice Rhoden. Then he recognized the small amount of face which showed from beneath the helmet. He blinked, "Hello there, last I saw you were with the Alliance..." he said cautiously. He didn't have time to be picky about potential allies, but Force users were always a massive variable in the equation.

[Neive Undant]

Neive watched the two blades that dropped into his adversary’s hands ignite, the red beams that quickly slid out of the metal handles shining light onto the man that Neive fought before. As he gripped his own saber, however, Neive could tell that within the plane of the force, the man had easily surpassed him.
however, a great man once said that experience was everything. And in the field of battle, Neive had plenty of it. The man before him has power, yes. But power is useless if you are not skillful in using it.
And Neive’s greatest power… using the things around him to his advantage.
Neive kept his eyes on Blood as he heard the rumbling of the window nearby, not igniting his blade yet before the shattering of glass. He knew any distraction the sith could get, they used. But as he heard the sound of the thrusters, he could feel a growing pressure in the back of his mind (Danger sense). So, without hesitation, Neive jumped back, using his free hand to push his body from the rock below him and land quickly, both of his hands grasping the hilt of his blade. He watched the imperial and the droid that latched on to him jump from the fighter, the path between the two and the sith blocked almost completely by the fighter.

Neive’s knees buckled for a moment as he looked at the man exiting the fighter, his discussion with his droid fading out as Neive’s vision became blurry.
His senses had overloaded for a moment. What had happened, he thought… But he could feel the presence of sith not far. He gripped the saber as he looked over, before seeing the fighter taking up the whole of the corridor.
“What in the blazes…?”
He couldn’t remember… he saw the armor, he felt the helmet on his head. But he never remembered entering the corridor, let alone a fighter smashing into it, or the sith that he sensed on the other side.

“Hello there, last time I saw you were with the alliance.”

The voice… Neive knew it.
“You…”
Neive sighed and watched the fighter as he removed his helmet, cautious as he knew the sith would find a way past the obstacle one way or another.

“I am, but that isn’t the current problem, I would think.”

Neive looked back, seeing the array of tunnels and remembering why he had picked this area in the first place.
“Alright, no time to explain. But it seems like we may have to…”
Neive sighed. All the trouble he had went through to have this moment, the two of them alone, face-to-face… but circumstance had brought about something he had shuddered to think about before. If there were sith in the area, perhaps it would be better to keep his attention on them rather than the lone imperial, however much he hated to admit it.
“fight alongside one another if we want to escape this alive.”
Neive could feel the anger of the 3 behind the fighter, already figuring out some way to get to Neive and… he didn’t even know this man’s name. But he could feel something else… 2 more.
“Blast… you meet some friends as well?”
Neive sighed in frustration.
“Alright, it can’t be helped. Come with me, unless you’d rather be fodder for those sociopathic murderers.”
Neive thought for a second before he jumped up and climbed to the top of 3 tunnels, feeling a dark presence coming rom within. Although it wasn’t the sith… it was something perhaps not worse, but more horrific than them. But it was perhaps Neive and the other’s only chance of survival within this area.
“We need to get to landing pad 6732. It has my ship waiting, I can call for help from there. Although it’ll be Alliance assets, you’ll at least have a better chance surviving there than with these lunatics.”

(OOC: if you guys want to go around and use a different tunnel to get to their current location, then the tunnel Neive is entering goes into a different part of the complex.)

[Slade Xandir]

Blood watched and waited, but he got nothing. No returned words, nor the story he asked for...only silence and a watchful gaze met him. This vexed something impatient in him, and indignation rose swiftly from the deep hellish pyres that fueled him. His eyes began to illuminate as the seconds passed, gold distorting to something more vile, more sinister, and evidently near inhuman.
The armor on him seemed to be affected by this twisted nature, the ebony appeared to inhale light, crisping to a void-like black that could have been mistaken for shaped and sharded black holes, whereas the scarlet that emanated through the crevices and creases between the plating of scale exhaled this light in fiery fumes. Something evil was alive underneath that suit, starving, and it manifested a voice as Blood spoke.

"I don't like being made to wait."

Blood had given Neive a direct order, and it was obviously rude of this Zabrak to call himself not obliging like some sort of socially hindered mutt-

It was then that a ship flew from the sky, managing to land directly between the two conflicting parties, and this only vexed the Dragon Master further. Irritation birthed a growl directly from his lips, the demonous sound coming from underneath the helmet. Without warning, he sheathed his fanged sabers, locking them back underneath his wrists, turned to Rahab, scooped her up in his arms, and warped the toxic sludge of Dark Side into easily distributed power leaking into his legs. Fueling the limbs, he leapt up, and felt the adrenaline take hold through the force between his legs and gravity. Inhumanly he and Rahab soared into the air, and almost soundlessly, they landed on the top of the ships hull, had it not been for the snip of sound his boots scratched across the ship.

With her still in his arms, Blood ran forward towards the edge of the ship, and fell from the height, landing on his feet with a eased crouch. It was then he had released Rahab, and put a clawed digit to his helms ear.

"War, you and Silver find the end of these tunnels and pinch these insolent whelps. Me and Rahab will give chase on foot, and give location what we find. Kressara, try and detour through the facility and see if you can find a point of easy cutoff."

With that said, he was on the move. Rahab had better keep up, or else she would more than likely be left behind by the Sithian. And he wasn't tolerating waiting, anymore.

[Kressara Thryn]

((OOC- Sorry. Had a post here and realized Rahab was before me. Will post my thing when she posts next. Sorry again.))

[Rahab Aapofi]

((ooc: omg its cool!!! thanks for wanting to follow the posting order! i dont think there was anything you could have done that would have upset my like orders of operation tho so dont worry!! you were all rearing and ready to go omg <3!!!))

Rahab barely suppressed a groan as she flicked Kressara’s coat from between her fingers. The moment between them would have been warm if Rahab didn’t think the other woman was being exceptionally naive and foolish. The line between being scared and being cautious was a thin one. Not like the line that divided the two young Sith from the men on the expected battle field in terms of power. A friendly fire was, after all, still a fire. She gave Kressara’s back an exasperated look before rolling her eyes. Just in time to see a starcraft break its final arc through the nearly resistant-less atmosphere above them.

“Was I wrong?” Rahab said, as the shadow of the ship loomed over them. It was unclear if she was directing her quip to Kressara or to Lord Blood, but given that she had raised her typically quiet voice enough to be heard over the dull aching sound of something massive breaking through the air, it was likely for the benefit of the both of them.

She had no time to react before Lord Blood had cleared the short distance between them and snatched her up under his arm.

“Oh, Goddess—“ The wind had been knocked out of her, not from the force of being scooped up but from the surprise of it. After her small exclamation, she hung limply in his hold, looking unflapped by what was occurring. But Her heart, however was beating thunderously in her chest. As they and the ground grew further apart, Rahab’s initial fright turned into indignation on having been picked up in such a manner. And as Lord Blood reached the highest point of his accession, that feeling too had cooled; leaving only the empty feeling that she had been resigned to being crushed under the haul of the massive vessel and was ashamed in her disappointment that she missed out on the experience.

Somewhere between free falling and Lord Blood’s deft landing upon the fallen ship, Rahab’s ego had soothed. She wouldn’t have minded in the Lord had wanted to carry her like this for the remaining duration of this hunt on Roche.

Rahab was unhappy when he had to let go of her; both their feet on the ground once more. This had as much to do with her being starved for the touch of another as it had to do with his infernal grip on her mind with his dark magics. She wrapped her own arms around herself as if to preserve the feeling before realizing what she was doing. Rahab, hurriedly, set about readjusting her robes and fusing with her headdress as Lord Blood spoke to the others.

She didn’t know why he had picked her over Kressara and then was panicked. She, for the finest split of a second, was worried about the wellbeing of another outside of what that other could do for her. Rahab cast a concern glance over the settling dust of Roche’s grainy surface. Lord Blood seemed confident in Kressara being alive enough to follow an order so she put herself at ease. And with that they were off.

For every one stride her Lord took, Rahab had to make two leaping gaits of her own. But it was in her best interests to keep up. She was fast when she needed to be. It was sensible, regardless of the situation, to give someone who could self immolation at any given moment a reasonable amount of distance. But, directives aside, she felt feverish over the contact they had and wanted to be near him.

[Kressara Thryn]

Kressara stood in wait for what seemed like hours, an annoyance beginning to build within her as well. This target was taking far too long to answer her lord and the waiting game he played was more than aggravating to the youthful sith. Still, she waited. For as long as lord Blood would stand at the ready, as would she.

A ship taking the ground between them as a makeshift landing pad interrupted their standoff and before Kressara could so much as blink lord Blood scooped up Rahab and left her in the dust. For a moment she thought she’d been left behind to no purpose, a sick feeling sinking into her chest as she watched her partner AND her lord literally jump ship on her. Anger rose within the young sith at this, but he soon gave orders that allowed Kressara an outlet for her indignation and grudge like emotions. Wrathful eyes burned beneath her bangs and a sneer most disdainful curled her lips into a frown. Oh she was going to rip that intruder to shreds with her teeth if she caught him, or she’d try her hardest at the very least.

“Yes, my lord.” Kressara responded to his commands, rage clearly distorting her usually calm tones.

Her strong legs propelled the girl forward, blade drawn and all of her focus on the hunt. She ran past the ship and into the tunnels with impressive speed for someone who wasn’t using the force to embellish their movements, her history as farmgirl clearly showing. She never lost livestock, she wouldn’t lose this one either. Kressara bolted down the tunnels and came to a service elevator, shoving a droid out of the way before mashing buttons. The lift closed and shot her up to the fifth floor well past the landing pad her enemies were hoping to reach...hope, such a silly little idea.

Kressara stormed out of the elevator and across the hall, now in a far more technologically advanced part of the facility. One of the locals stationed before a door stood at attention and awaited an order, not expecting something more than the usual ‘As you were’. No, this time he’d be obeying a string of commands that the young sith barked at him just as soon as her eyes fell upon him.

“You! See to it that every exit is heavily guarded! If anyone who isn’t a sith approaches to get inside or to leave, stop them. Stun them, gas them, shoot them in the back, I don’t care, but if you fail this task I swear on your mother’s life that I’ll bury you beneath the ashes of what was once your home and family...are we clear?”

As it would happen, they were most definitely clear.

Once the terrified guard ran off to fill her orders Kressara entered the doors he was watching and locked them behind her. Her eyes beheld the most perfect of places to be during an intrusion of property, the all mighty central control room. With a snarky smirk she assumed her place at the controls and began hitting switches. The first set of buttons she pressed activated the comlink to all landing pads. “No ships are permitted to leave! Use lethal force on all Non-personnel. I want fifteen armed guards on every landing pad NOW!”

Kressara then activated her personal comlink and contacted Raphael. “Sir, may I ask something off you? Any ships on our landing pads that aren’t belonging to the facility or our forces, blast them. Pretty please?”

The next set of buttons activated the facility’s security features, meaning that every hallway would go into lockdown. Blast doors clamped shut over every exit and alarms went off from every speaker in the facility to alert it’s guards of their little intruder problem. Lastly, her finger flicked a switch which activated the intercom system.

With a demeure smile her voice took on a sickeningly playful tone as she spoke into the mic, eyes on the screen which showed her the intruder fleeing through the tunnels. They probably wouldn’t get very far now.

“Now now, don’t you know we own this place? Careful about tampering with those blast doors. They’re built to withstand mine fires...wouldn’t want you to break your weapons. You’ll be needing them.”

[Raphael Xandir]

Raphael stood calmly on the landing pad as he watched his companion fire blasts towards the intended landing point of the fool. His eyebrows furrowed in what seemed to be confusion as the ship veered off of his course without any warning whatsoever. It became evidently clear that the Sith were now dealing with both types of men, this ship was piloted by a mad fool.

The young Acolyte raced back to the cockpit of his ship as he saw the unidentified enemy speeding away towards the facility. Luckily, Raphael had cleared the hanger and its shields before the fool had crashed his ship right into an asteroid facility. Fortunately for the fool, the facility had a system for when a breach was made in the walls of the buildings. A crimson shield rose to meet the giant hole that the ship had created.

Silver eyes watched in amazement as he went to his comm system. “Operatives, prepare my Warbot,” he commanded to his local agents. They would soon have his Sith Warbot unloaded from the transport to meet him wherever he would land.

Swerving the Headhunter around the facility, alarms began to blare as Verpine militants deployed themselves around the facility and tunnels. The Sith floated in space until he received a transmission from the Crow. She had issued a request to head off their escape by finding any non-cleared shuttles. Raphael tapped away at his dash, scanning the facility for any unwanted guests.

A red blinking light flashed before his eyes revealed the location of one shuttle that was there without clearance, it was clearly property of the Galactic Alliance. “I’m on it,” he replied with quick acknowledgement.

Raphael raced towards the hanger bay to find the ship sitting quietly inside. The Sith landed his ship in the adjacent hanger bay to provide cover for his own shuttle. Upon landing he met up with the Sith Warbot that the Verpine deployed for him. He then locked down his hanger bay before setting eyes on the enemy ship.

Rapahel looked around at the Verpine Militants now surrounding it. “Well, what are you waiting for? Set fire to it!”

Before long the Verpine had strategically set charges around the ship while the rest of the hanger took cover. Raphael crouched down behind a crate as the Verpine set off the charges, sending the ship up in a blaze of rubble and fire. Satisfied with the destruction he had caused and the fact that the transport was unable to run anymore, Raphael headed towards the locked down tunnels to head off the enemy with his Warbot.

[Kell Sangros]

He saw the fighter break away as his shots totally missed the mark, not only did he watch it break away but he saw the thing heading towards a site in a uncontrolled descent. In other words the damned fool purposefully crashed his ship. What a waste he thought to himself. He broke his course to pursue the foolish Imperial, and as he approached he could feel Lord Blood close, not only did this rookie pilot crash but managed to crash it where he was aiming for. Maybe not such a rookie afterall. He did a pass over the location where Lord Blood stood.

“War, you and Silver find the end of these tunnels and pinch these insolent whelps. Me and Rahab will give chase on foot, and give location what we find. Kressara, try and detour through the facility and see if you can find a point of easy cutoff.” Came over his comm.. Inside Warvanus smiled. He pressed the button to reply to the transmission

“With pleasure” was all he said and then brought the starfighter towards the tunnels and began to open fire with his laser cannons hitting different points in the tunnels. When he saw the end of the tunnels he unloaded both missiles he wanted to make sure it was good and sealed. As sealing the ends of the tunnels was his intent.