Retribution and Justice (Neive)

[Neive Undant]

“I have a few things up my sleeve...” Neive looked at the verpine before holding out the Alliance stitch to Rhoden. “Take this. The verpine should follow you, lead them against the two on this end. I’ll deal with the dark lord.” Neive looked at Rhoden, activating a signal on his wrist comm. “short term communications should be active, find a ship we can both fit into, and contact me. I’ll be there in a few moments.”

And with that, Neive took out the helmet that he had only begun to use, donning it once more as he walked back towards Blood... no more running, Neive said to himself. This had gone on long enough, with no progress towards an escape. So if he couldn’t escape... he’d fight his way out.

“Blood... you asked me for a story, now I ask you. Just how powerful do you think you are?” Neive held his blade with one hand before bringing it up with both, ready for Blood to attack. “Because you seem to underestimate me. Your fury blinds you to logical thinking... because I’m no padawan idly following a master, I am not part of some convoluted pack... I am Neive Undant, one of the last of the Nightbrothers... and today you will curse my name as you are defeated.” Neive’s eyes returned to a bright yellow, Neive knowing he would have to tap into the dark side of he was to be victorious... fight fire with fire. And today, these fires would bring ashes to ashes... dust to dust.

[Rhoden Carbine]

Rhoden took the patch and turned to the Verpine, "Alright..." he paused. Men? Women? Bugs? "People! We're dealing with Sith here. Concentrated volleys--they can't block everything!" he called, "I hope." he muttered to himself. Dot trilled nervously as Rhoden ran forward with Verpine behind him. It was good to have allies. Even if they had just been ready to blast him a few minutes ago. He led them away from Neive to the center of the chamber they were in and looked to their opponents.

One of the figures, standing off slightly from the creature Neive was confronting, Rhoden had met before. "Hello again, Sith." he said. They had worked together to escape Bareil's little asteroid, it appeared they would now be fighting each other. Another figure emerged from a hallway on the tail of retreating Verpine, the insectoid beings joined Rhoden's group in the middle of the room. Together Rhoden and the bugs numbered at least thirty. They had a respectable but not particularly comfortable distance between themselves and the Sith.

Rhoden took a moment to consider. Should he engage them one at a time, or simultaneously? Which posed a greater threat? He tapped one of the bugs on its shoulder. "Split into two groups, volley fire. Don't miss." he said. He knew the creatures could communicate more quietly than he could, and so the Verpine split with coordinated ease into two groups. Rhoden himself faced the Sith he had met before, the other group faced the other Sith. "I hope you can aim well." he said. There was no response.

[Slade Xandir]

Blood appeared to be listening to Neive, but in truth he was busy tracking the multiple life forces that were following the one who had come to join Neive. The whole horde of life forces, bright pearlescent green threads in a concentrated thong coming with the man, only for them to split into 2 smaller weaves and one of the halves to come to aid Neive. Irritation was clear in his stance, as his fists unraveled into claws which held those fanged sabers. His irises locked onto the wave of Verpine as they drew near, and they primed and aimed their blasters at him and his comrade.

Not right now, did he need any more interruptions.

His voice came forward through the mask while a sly hand slid under the left side of his gauntlet, and activated his PSG. "I don't believe you all would like to be the reason why Roche is blown to smithereens...I advise you all stand down, and scurry back to your holes."

It was then his Danger Sense alerted him in a matter of milliseconds of the coming blaster fire, to which he had ample enough time to withdraw into the dark space within himself, pull apart shadows, and forge monsters out of them. These monsters screamed and cried, whimpered and cursed, swore and make crime the ears of the damned as they spoke vicious and vulturous hexes. Manifesting his absolute power through carnal wrath and unending impatience, Blood summoned up the entirety of his fury and courtship of the Dark Side to show Neive's little party what evil truly was. And luckily, if you infect one Verpine, you affect them all. Forward he shot this torrent of misery, and leaving his hand was a wave of absolute terrible things. It was the monsters who watched you as you slept, promising to get a bit more close the next time they visited. It was your mother's murderer telling you that you were next on his list. It was the cannon which was primed to blow away the entire world as you know it as you lay watching, knowing there was nothing you could do to save your family, your friends, yourself. Everything horrible was happening in this wave, and there was no running from it.

Thunder rocked the airspace between the group as Blood surged this unbelievable level of power forward, the sinister power of Dark Side rocketing through the air with such a tremendous Force that the just-released blaster fire was warped and went amiss in the wave. It was a reality distortion as powerful as it was, and with the loud rumble of time, space and matter rippling through the wave, it smacked with undeniable force against the mass of Verpine. The effects were immediate, the insectoids dropping their weapons and grasping at their heads, antennae flitting about wildly to figure out what was going on. The tri-handed claws that waved about frantically, trying to hopelessly bat away the voices which echoed about in their heads. And in the end, the Verpine all felt it was best for them to run, to flee this horrid darkness, before it was truly too late.

Watching as the horde of creachoids left, Blood suddenly remembered; he would have to inform that Jedi that these rascals caused a few of his hive to perish, all for the name of a silly liberation.

Turning his gaze back to Neive, Blood readjusted his grip on the dragonbone hilt sabers, and spoke nothing.

It was past time for chatter.
And dawned the time for blood splatter.

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Inventory:

Dragon (Bone) Armor
PSG (Personal Shield Generator)
2x Light Sabers

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[Raphael Xandir]

Somehow after burning most of the Verpine Militia alive moments ago, more seemed to come charging at him down the hallway. These Verpine seemed to change allegiances every minute they were in this asteroid facility. Once they saw Raphael and his Warbot, they put their hands up and surrendered to the Sith yet again. Raphael obliged their request, not being a monster and all. He would dismiss his Warbot back to his ship and summon a protocol droid to safely escort any nearby Verpine away from the impending action.

Once the hall had cleared, Raphael stormed down it to kick a barricade in the middle of the scuffle. It seemed the wannabe Sith was charging towards his father and the fool who crashed his ship into an asteroid facility was charging towards Warvanus. Raphael was a little disheartened at the fact that he only got a few of the Verpine and no fools charging him. Nevertheless, with the Verpine scattered and gone, he could finally throw an upper hand to the Sith.

Raphael perched behind the barricade and lobbed fire from his rifle, alternating between both parties.They would finally get to end the stupidity and madness once and for all.

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Equipment in use:
Plated Bone Armor
Stouker Concussion Rifle
CZ-28 Flamethrower
3PO Series Protocol Droid

[Kell Sangros]

He recognized the Imperial, as he stood a good distance from him; he also saw more of those blasted bugs. He was out numbered; he had to be smart about this. He reached down to his belt and flipped the switch which activated his PSG.

He watched as he could see Silver open fire on the Verpine, maybe it was the sight of them seeing their hive mates burning alive that caused them to lose heart and disperse. Part of him was disappointed, part of him was glad.

Now he could turn his attention to the more important of matters. Which was dealing with the one that had been deemed a traitor to the Sith. He stood with Lord Blood, he knew this Force user was no match for the both of them together. He was here as backup as he knew his Master could take him down without his help.

He kept his attention on the traitor, but he also didn’t lose sight of the Imperial that he recognized. He also kept his senses alert, his danger sense would warn him of any obvious and subtle danger. The time for words was over, now was time to spill blood. He went into a battle ready stance, he would probably open with Form VII Juyo

OOC : Equipment
PSG
Bone Plated Armor
Lightsaber

[Neive Undant]

Neive looked over the two men in front of him, thinking as to how he would be able to take them both down... however with Rhoden setting his sites on the masked one, he could focus on Slade.
Neive could also feel another dark presence... behind them. Another sith. He had made the verpine cower as well... this was not good. But they had nowhere left to go. They had to fight.
“Well, Slade... looks like you’ve passed all the obstacles we have. By that doesn’t mean you’ll get past us...” Neive took an Ataru stance, watching the two in front of him and observing the force for the man behind him. A small pain in the back of he head, Neive stepped quickly to the side as a blaster bolt flew past him towards Slade... no more cheap tricks. If Neive and rhoden wanted to leave, they would have to use everything in them... they would have to fight.

OOC:
Orbalisk Armor
Lightsaber
Corellian spark grenade
Ion detonator

[Rhoden Carbine]

Rhoden blinked. The Verpine were fleeing. So much for that plan. He hoped Neive could handle two Sith, because his original target seemed to be preoccupied with the Zabrak. Rhoden turned his full attention to the unfamiliar one. He began approaching the Sith at a slow unconcerned walk.

"Well this should be... interesting." he said, drawing out the last word and ending with a chuckle. "Do you have a name, Sith?" he asked, putting scorn into his voice for the last word.

OOC: Gear
Storm Commando Armor
P-15 Personal Shield Generator
Prax Energy Rifle
CZ-28 Flamethrower

[Ben Kenobi]

Rhoden Carbine & Neive Undant vs. Slade Xandir, Kell Sangros & Raphael Xandir


Victorious

Lord Blood
25 EXP
40,000 cr

Warvanus
25 EXP
40,000 cr

Raphael Xandir
25 EXP
40,000 cr


Defeated

Commander Rhoden Carbine
5 EXP
10,000 cr

Neive Undant
5 EXP
10,000 cr