Downfall of the Burning Order

[Othorious]

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There it is! Shoot it!!!!

Look out!

Where is i-urghh!

To your left! Oh god Nooooo-urk!

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"No get back demon! Get back!"

It started out as a fairly easy operation, take a unlicensed freighter to from Nar Shadda and pick up a shipment of spice from Kessel, and it was going smoothly, until Jenkins disappeared. We looked everywhere, but we didn't find him, there was a broken crate in the cargo hold, so we assumed Jenkins had some spicy fun, but the crate wasn't one of the spice crates, and it seemed like it was broken out of, not into. We did later find Jenkins... something crushed his head in, but it looked like there was no signs of struggle, we started to get worried.

Ship Log #217

Someone's been tampering with the controls, while we were resting in our bunks, someone altered the course to Vendaxa, a backwater planet, the others claim they didn't do it, but I still have my suspicions.

Ship Log #218

Oh god, what's happening! Boyle and Xeris are dead! It's just me, Aries, and Kch'ron, we're starting to get scared.... What's that noise? Oh shi- look out! *Loud audible noises of blasterfire* Oh god what is i- *end of log*

Captain Darris Raymond scrambled back in fear, but the cloaked demon ever so slowly strode towards him. His futile efforts to escape have been thwarted by the blood slicked floor, all he managed was to clumsily slip and slide closer to it. Time seemed to slow down, the demon's demonic form nearly upon him. "You son of a bi-" His defiant cry was cut short, he clutched his throat in agony, the demon had him in some magical hold, constricting his throat, and dragging him closer. The demon slowly removed a large black cylinder from his cloak, and Darris' eyes bulged out at the sight of it. "You're a-a J-jedi?" The devilish figure chuckled deeply, "Not quite" In a blur of motion, Darris felt the searing hot pain of the demon's crimson blade slam into his abdomen, while the demon continued to laugh.

Doviculous slowly removed his blade from the man's torso, and deactivated his mighty crimson blade. "Than was just the beginning, the real fun is about to begin." The ship shuddered and shook, as the warped effects of hyperspace wore off, the the large green marble of Vendaxa loomed in the distance. "Time to exterminate the vermin..." Doviculous quickly deactivated the autopilot, and guided the ship towards the planet.

The large ship thundered over the forests and jungles, careening towards a ominous looking mountain. "As I thought, they never left" Doviculous stared in bloodlust at the small primitive village situated on the northern cliffside. "This should give them a wakeup call..." He accelerated faster towards the looming village, watching in wonder at what this would do to the people living there. He snapped out of his daydreaming, and reminded himself of his next task, exiting the ship!

Doviculous quickly raced through the ship, and leaped down into the cargo hold, alarm klaxons blaring in a rhythmic song of destruction. Doviculous quickly slammed down on the cargo bay door control, and leaped out before the door had a chance to completely close. Wind quickly assaulted him as he free fell through the sky, ripping his hood back, revealing a devilish pair of thick black horns, and a mouth filled with razor sharp teeth. He could hear the screech of the ship as it slammed into the unsuspecting village, and erupt in a hellish explosion, that rocked the whole mountain. Doviculous speed towards the ground, using the force to slow his descent, but he was still going to fast. He reached out and grasped into one of the highest branches in the tree, and leaped directly to the lush ground beneath, rolled, and continued to run!

[Kuhblam]

(OOC: Decided to post here instead.)

The planet was an inhospitable place.

So far, it had thrown every mannerism of savagery in an attempt to end Virgil's probe through the jungle environment; vicious Acklays, man-eating vegetation the size of a Reek, poachers mistakenly identifying him for some random wilderness hermit swathed in black robes. It was beginning to get somewhat tiring, having to constant carve a path through seemingly endless amounts of threats. His lightsaber had already been used to end life about five times in the past half hour, a rate that would soon increase when he reached the village beyond, where he was to annihilate a cult of force-sensitive whelps. No, that was the wrong word. He was to offer slight assistance to another Sith Initiate . Yes, that was the correct, apt description for the occasion at hand.

His mind briefly flew back to the parameters and background of the mission. Vendaxa was the name of the planet, observation and destruction was the name of the game. Memnon had insisted he travel here to aid another Sith Initiate who had crossed his eyes; whether the Sith Lord made an appearance himself was an entirely different matter. According to records, he was a Devaronian, which made it all the more likely for Virgil to accidentally swing a saber in the wrong direction or project fits of insanity to the wrong target. However, he reminded himself that such a thing would lead him into trouble as usual, regardless of the fact that he was a putrid red being, with sly dirtied ivory horns and those craggy peaked teeth... Ah, how the ugliness of non-humans made him resent having eyes or any of the senses for that matter.

Virgil had not heard of this Burning Order until now. It was true that this cult held rule over a small portion of Vendaxa, and that there was possibly a powerful being of equal skill-level to his own. He did not care for the specifics, however. Despite the description of the mission parameters, he would do much more than simply aid this fellow 'Sith'. He would maim, burn, eviscerate, kill, end, etc. until the entire village community was devoid of life. If somehow word was spread to other similar clans or groups, perhaps they would follow suit and either diffuse or join the Sith Order and bolster its numbers. Either would be an advantage in the long run. As he moved towards the edge of the trees to finally reach the clearing of the village, which based off the side of one of the few mountains on the entire planet. As he reached in the Force, he could feel the life-forms living in the hamlets; some of them were experienced and were dark beacons in the energy field, while others were weak and new to its advantages.

A mix of skill. Interesting.

A loud boom! erupted overhead as Virgil looked upwards. A geyser of flame following a large space-worthy vessel careened past him, headed on a collision course straight for the village. His suspicions were confirmed when it struck dead center in the quiet nexus, leaving bits of debris and fire to strike up and fall back down in the atmosphere. The explosion was tremendous, and in his crouching position Virgil was hard-pressed to stay anchored properly. That had to be the other Sith, for no one else would have known about the village enough to purposely ram a large freighter or cargo ship dead center. It was clearly a shock and awe move, and was not on accident. This meant the carnage would begin promptly, and further delay would short and minimal. This was good; Virgil was itching for a fight. His experiences at the Temple to date had been more than lack-luster with the exception of his first day.

Quietly, he severed his signature in the Force and concealed his presence. He would bide his time. And then, when his colleague betrayed his presence, he would follow suit and lay waste to what lay beyond. The only thing to do now was wait.

[Hawke Belmont]

The explosion sent of a shockwave knocking down all manners of creatures and ripping branches of trees. Hawke turned around to quickly see what seemed to be the wave and hunched his right arm infront of him protecting his body with his huge gauntlet, as the wave collided with Hawke the force of it moved Hawkes still planted feet back a few foot. As he looked up to see the fire and smoke bellowing out of the skyline, he knew that was no accident, he also heard the screams of men, women and children.

"That must be where the village is, was." Hawke said quietly to himself.

The reason why Hawke was on this dreary planet was a bounty for a certain Dark Jedi Clan only known as the Burning Order. Simple enough, bring back the lightsaber as a trophie and collect the bounty, simple enough money for Hawke. Getting paid for what he was good at, killing.

Using the force he quickly scanned the area of lifeforms, he singled out for any humans or humaniods within the area, he picked up what people survived that explosion and set off running quickly and quietly towards the jungle only a few minutes run. But something was on te back of Hawkes mind, he detected something else. Someone else.

[Othorious]

The diversion worked like a charm, with the village's attention pulled towards the mutilated flaming wreckage, Doviculous would have a easier time taking out the perimeter sentries. Racing through the forest at top speed, Doviculous sensed four lifeforms ahead, and two of them very, very large. Suddenly, a spear burst from the nearby tree line, zooming straight for him. Doviculous acted quickly, rolling out if the way just in time, for the spear slammed into the moist dirt Doviculous was only moments ago.

Doviculous hid himself from the assailants physically and spiritually, and waited. Soon enough a massive green tinted Acklay lumbered out, with a stunning human female riding atop it, lightsaber pike at the ready. Just as Doviculous was about to move in, another Acklay rider emerged from the forest, this time a well built Zabrak male, also wielding a lightsaber pike. Doviculous had to act fast, before one of the riders discovers him, he could think of only one option, so he reached out at the Acklay with the force.

The female rider started to yell something to the other rider when suddenly her beast suddenly started shrieking, and flailing about erratically. The rider tried to calm the beast, but it reared back, sending her toppling into the moist ground. As both riders watched in horror, the Acklay's head started to cave in, as if some unseen hand was crushing it! The beast screamed in agony one last time, before it's skull imploded, killing it.

Doviculous had to act quick, he leaped up from the brush, activating his blade in mid jump, and brought it down upon the unsuspecting woman's shoulder, slicing her in twine. The other rider quickly reacted, and forced his beast to charge at the Devaronian, forcing him to leap out of it's path, nearly getting slashed by the saberpike. "Damn, this doesn't look good" Doviculous rolled into a crouching position, waiting for the rider's next move.

The rider twirled his weapon overhead, and hurled a quick blast of force lightning at Doviculous, who easily deflected it, but was caught offguard by the rider's frontal assault. Doviculous slid underneath the creature, and slammed his now activated saber into it's soft underbelly, spilling it's innards on the soft grass. The beast squealed in pain, and slumped down, nearly crushing Doviculous in the process! The Zabrak rider leaped from his slain mount, and activated a normal hilt length cyan saber blade and prepared for combat, Doviculous did the same, and they rushed at eachother, both blades colliding, and the battle commenced! Trading blow after blow, who will be the victor?

The Rider relied heavily on defensive maneuvers, while Doviculous utilized heavy and vicious attacks, each seemed equally matched. Doviculous didn't want to drag this conflict out any longer, he had to slaughter this bastard quickly. The rider suddenly switched to the offensive forcing Doviculous to hastily switch to Soresu, and parry each attack. The rider was getting tired, his breaths were coming in labored gasps, and Doviculous found his opening. He quickly switched to Djem So, and knocked the rider's saber to the side. With the sudden opening available, Doviculous executed a heavy thrust, plunging his blade straight through the rider's torso, and ripping upward, destroying the spinal cord, and slicing through his skull and brain. The rider's body slumped backwards, and wetly smacked into the ground, a small trick if blood flowing from the nearly cauterized wounds. "Weak trash..." He calmly deactivated his lightsaber, and continued in his path to the village.

[Kuhblam]

(OOC: I forgot if Dov is actually already a part of the Order or this is the point where he gets recruited; let me know if I should change my post.)

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Virgil watched with keen interest as his supposed ally carved a clean path between two of the village stooges. It was an interesting scene to watch, as the carnage was indeed something of a spectacle. He hadn't seen someone cleaved in half so cleanly in many, many years. The Devaronian was a clever sort; early on, he had identified that the putrid non-human had used a power along the lines of Force Crush to send that initial beast of burden into the great beyond. However, Virgil concluded that he had been hiding, not truly waiting for the thrill of the ambush. Typical of beings without a human lineage; when it came down to it, they were all cowards. Thieves, grovelers, weaklings; at the core, exotic species held the same altruistic values. Perhaps if he had born a human, he would have mustered the courage earlier to take the fight to them first. He took one last look at a distance into the foliage at the gore, and then stood up.

He cracked his neck twice to either direction, stretching his arms and legs equally. He couldn't tell how long he'd been sitting there, crouched in the dust and mud; regardless, the time spent there seemed like it had been hours, as if the clock had slowed down on purpose with the intention of throwing him out of his grove. The adrenaline was lacking at the moment as well. However, he'd be well into the village by then, cutting and burning and maiming and electrocuting. There was a myriad number of ways he could end a man's life, and an equal number of ways he could disgrace him to the same effect. Both gloved hands went down to his torso, brushing the dirt away from his standard black robes in the usual manner. His hand reached out, and the electrum-hilt lightsaber on his utility belt entered his grasp, as if called by the sound of a horn or trumpet.

Virgil and turned looked to his left as he paralleled the Devaronian moving into the village, whose sky above had since adopted a sultry black smoke to cover up the blue expanse normally appropriate for such good weather. What was the Initiate's name... Doviculous, that was correct. It was Doviculous. What a stupid name for an equally stupid species... what with those horns and the jagged peaked teeth, he looked like a clown imitating a Sith Adept. If not for his earlier display, Virgil would have confirmed the fellow as such. Still, buffoons were useful for various jobs; cooking, cleaning, serving. He drifted away from the subject just as quickly as he had arrived to it; he needed to stay focused. The last time he had let his obvious alien racism get in the way of things, Lord Memnon had bested him, a feat Virgil had vowed would not happen twice over.

His hand raised to his mouth, Virgil called out to his new found ally as his boots trudged through the low-lying shrubs in the jungle clearing. His voice was strong and commanding, the call carried well. He cared little for whoever heard the statement; it was better that those who were to be eliminated knew the architect of their own destruction. Of course, it wasn't just him. In fact, he was here as a second, when it all came down to it.

"Devaronian! I am here in support, at behest of the Order! Take your mark, and I will assist!"

As he continued forth, his senses caught wind of a third figure in the brush. However, this one was definitively not a part of the same signature as those in village. Virgil couldn't place his thumb on it, but this one was different in some way, shape or fashion. He would discern the identity of the newcomer later on; as long as he didn't get in the way, Virgil had no quarrel with him. Silently, he activated his lightsaber, the Hurrikaine crystal focusing to produce a deep royal purple blade of light. It was a beautiful sight; Marut's crystal in his own lightsaber was something of an insult, even if the man was dead. A snicker elicited itself from his vocal cords, but otherwise he was still quiet.

Virgil was upon the village now, what with all its splendid burning shacks and scurrying villagers. It occurred to him that not all occupants of the village were force-sensitive; these were obviously serfs or common peasants of some type, although they were very few in number. One man ran here, two children there; yes, they were indentured, possibly kidnapped for service here under this 'Burning Order.' Well, at least the organization they had been forced to serve had a pleasantly humorous name to it. The irony was particularly funny, what with all the blazing fires created from the ship's wreckage. He noted the primary bulk of the hull lodged in the center of the village a ways off; other pieces and bits continued to rain down and lodge themselves in various nooks or crevices, or simply strike the ground with varying degrees of thuds.

The first man to attack him was a fool with crimson-red shotos in a Jar'Kai fashion, charging him straight out of a half-destroyed hut to the north. His black hair was tied in a top knot, and his beard was well-trimmed and neatly shaped. Of course, aesthetics had no place in the world of combat physicality. Virgil's hand shot forth, sending a tendril of white-blue lightning at the Dark Jedi. It wrapped around him like a whip, blanketing his body in a shallow, transparent cover. He was incapable of blocking it with his weapons as they simply flew from his hands; so much unprepared was he that no response could be mustered. Virgil frowned; the charge had simply been bravado and courage in the hopes of driving away the attackers, in this case himself. As Virgil intensified the blast, it sent the man flying into another burning hut, where both elements combined to finish him off. Virgil ceased his attack; if the increased wattage hadn't killed him, the fire's warmth would embrace him and end it there. The screams were absent, however, and Virgil took slight satisfaction in that.

Looking away from the quick victory, he continued further into the hamlet but brought his path on a possible interception course for the Devaronian. One was strong, but with two, they would be much more effective in clearing the village of its inhabitants. They would eliminate the leader, sever the head from the snake. Virgil's confidence and arrogance were already multiplying on an exponential scale. This charade of a battle would be over in no time.

[Hawke Belmont]

(OOC: Sorry its a short one I have to start work early today so didn't have the time to write a proper post)


As Hawke entered into what remained of the villlage straight away he detected lifeforms, several partially strong with the Force but yet seemed to become non-exsistant instantly, he then realised and felt the two strong members of the force slaying their way through the villagers, innocent and non innocent. As Hawke began to run into the middle of the village where the two potential allies may be, since all here for the same thing Hawke believed, two warriors emitted light sabers in what seem like a last time attempt to protect the burning village.

"Think you two can stop me?!"

Hawke ran even harder and faster towards the two warriors and emitted his light saber of his own, in one swift move the blade slice one warrior in half diagonally across the torso, at the same time the second warrior made an attempt to strike down hawke but was quickly apprehended and shocked to find his blade was stopped in mid air. Hawke caught the saber with his left gauntlet made from cortosis -capable of blocking a saber blow- with a firm grasp upon the blade, whilst holding the blade in his hand Hawke began to laugh wildly, pulled the man closer, headbutted him onto his needs and ripped the mans blade from his hand to weilded it himself in his own right hand.

"You should of ran away"

In a war cry, Hawke stabbed the man in the abdominon his both lightsaber blades then sliced the man open in an 'X' shape. As Hawke lived in the moment he saw another warrior who watched the slaughter and turn about to run away, he only got a few steps before the slaughtered warriors blade struck him from behind straight through his heart killing him instantly as Hawke through the blade.

Hawke turned around to see the two members strong with the Force coming towards this direction, both at 11 o'clock and 1 o'clock. Hawke smiled.

[Othorious]

Fire and Death ruled over the Order’s village, deceased men, woman, and children litter the small streets and squares, yet Doviculous paid no heed. The Harbinger of the Order’s demise raced into the village, but lost his concentration when someone screamed at him from behind. Doviculous angled his head to search for the source of the voice, but before he could turn completely, he sensed danger ahead, and narrowly avoided two red saber blades that sprung from the shadows. Doviculous quickly slid past the two assailants, and activated his own crimson blade, taking the powerful stance of Djem-So against his combatants, two male humans, one taking the acrobatic form of Ataru, and another taking the basic form of Shii-Cho.

The tallest of the pair lunged at Doviculous, but Doviculous was ready. He easily blocked the man’s overhead swing, and gathering up the force in his free hand, and delivered a devastating punch to the man’s upper chest, just as Doviculous’ defenses broke, sending Doviculous’s saber away from the man, but the man’s blade barely grazed Doviculous’ face. A small cut appeared on Doviculous’ face, but the other was not so lucky, the blow knocked the wind out of him, leaving him defenseless on the ground in pain. Doviculous easily dispatched the wounded one with a quick boot stomp to the neck, severing the spinal cord and causing a near instant death. Doviculous chucked at the corpse, as blood slowly tricked out of its mouth, eyes, and ears.

The other attacker tried to avenge his fallen brethren, and engaged Doviculous in combat, using his form of Ataru against Doviculous’ Soresu. The human fought bravely, but was easily caught offguard by the sudden switch from Soresu, to Djem-So, and leaped back. The human deactivated his saber and fled in terror from the horned fiend. Doviculous chucked slightly, and unleashed a massive burst of Force Push, sending the man flying into one of the nearby huts, sending swords and armor everywhere. “It seems like it’s the end of the road for you… prepare to transition into the void along with your friend.” Doviculous grabbed a recently sharpened sword, and slammed it into the ground in front of him, then turned towards the stunned man, and started pulling him towards the blade’s awaiting edge.

The man realized what was transpiring, and screamed in terror, then began to ramble at Doviculous for mercy, but Doviculous ignored him, transfixed on the gory scene moments away. With a great heave of the force, Doviculous dragged the man into the blade, slicing right through the man’s crotch, ripping and tearing upward, spilling blood and bone fragments everywhere. The man’s screams slowly erupted into a gurgle of blood and vomit, as the blade was forced through the midsection of his body, ripping through intestines and other organs. The man’s screams soon died down, and his head went slack, as the blade stopped right at his ribcage, blood frothing out of his mouth.

“Hehehe, what a glorious day to die…” Doviculous quickly turned away from the grisly sight, and leaped farther into the village, landing not far away from a group of terrified peasants. Doviculous unleashed a torrent of Sith lightning upon them, burning their flesh, and damaging organs. No single villager was safe from his wrath. His bloodthirst growing, Doviculous continued his swath of death and destruction through the village, cutting down men, woman, and children in a bloodthirsty rage. His crimson saber slicing apart children, dismembering woman, and beheading men, he would occasionally come across a worthy foe, but in their terror they would fall easily. “Is there no one left to stop me!?”

“I can, and I will Doviculous”

Doviculous froze, he hadn’t heard that voice in years, it couldn’t be… “That’s right Doviculous, it’s me…” Suddenly a lupine alien leaped from one of the huts, double-bladed saber ignited. “Zodon… I thought I smelled something foul” “Your treachery ends here Doviculous, when you killed master Kalma, you sent the whole village into years of confusion, with no one suitable to lead us, warriors fought each other for dominance, until I claimed title of Dark Master, and reunified the Order” “I beat you when I was merely a learner, and I will do so again…” “Fool, I held back then, and now I am more powerful than ever, prepare to die…” Doviculous growled in rage, and lunged wildly (Not to mention foolishly) at the Dark Jedi Master, who easily deflected his attack, and with one well placed force push, sent him spiraling into one of the remaining stable huts, crushing the foundation, and breaking it apart. “Not much of a challenge, maybe the others will prove their worth…” The Dark Jedi Master leaped out of view, leaving a stunned Doviculous in the rubble.

(BTW Kuhblam, Doviculous is not part of the Dominion, but this RP should bring him in *hopefully*)

[Kuhblam]

(OOC: Disregard that PM I sent you Hawke, I found time to write this up.)

"Doviculous, you dimwit!"

It didn't take more than a few seconds for Virgil to realize the extent of his colleague's bravado and courage. His effort was admirable, but all too misguided, as this newer fellow had sent him hurtling into one of the huts with little effort. It was a trivial waste to fight through half the village's occupation only to give in to primal urges and let his guard down. Virgil knew that experience all too well, and would not let it happen again. To be ignorant, in-adaptable, cold to the exterior surroundings, was to be foolish in every sense of the word. It was a common thing among these alien types, always rushing in with their blades waving about. The rage roar was entertaining at least, and the carnage was fun to watch. Virgil wasn't about to bail him out just yet, however. He now had another player signing into the game, this one off to his right and approaching rapidly. Virgil turned full body, standing at full stature with his lightsaber in hand.

His eyes looked over the new-comer. This was the presence he had felt before. The man was distinctly human, but was foreign to either faction in contention here; he was not swathed in the black robes of a Sith Adept nor the orthodox peasant clothing of these degenerate force-users. His armor was... comprised of plates? Durasteel? Some other metallic substance? He had no clue, other to think to himself sarcastically that his attire was practical. Everyone knew that bulky metal plates automatically made you invincible in the various chinks the armor didn't cover. There was some kind of red stripe running the horizontal length of his face. Had he not wiped the nerf fries ketchup from his nose this morning? Virgil cracked a grin and laughed a bit as he ignited his electrum-plated lightsaber, a deep royal purple light extending forward with a hiss to lock eyes with the man approaching. Virgil paid no heed to the Shistavanen Dark Jedi approaching from afar for the moment.

"You are not Sith, wanderer. Leave. Now."

He didn't have time to deal with a random Dark. There were things much more deserving of his attention. However, the man was still approaching, undaunted by Virgil's ultimatum. He would deal with this dolt later on.

Dumb fool.

This time, his head turned back towards the Dark Jedi who had tossed around the Devaronian a bit. His hand extended, a thick crackle of artificial lightning extended its tendrils towards the wolf-man with the intention of embracing him as well. Virgil put a good deal of energy into the blast, but did not call fully on the extent of his mastery. The electricity arced forward, obscuring his view concerning the wolf-man and Doviculous beyond.

[Othorious]

((Hawke has asked me to post now, he isn't able to get around to his post for awhile, but when his next time comes around, he will be able to))

Doviculous groaned, black spots blinked rapidly in his eyes, and his whole world was blurred. "Damnit, not a smart move on my part" He shakily summons the force, and pushes the rubble away from him, his lightsaber falling from it's resting place on a piece of wood. "You haven't stopped me yet, I'm still here, and ready for battle" He quickly leaps to his feet, summoning his lightsaber to his outstretched arm, and igniting it's crimson blade. Doviculous side glances towards the gruff looking human male on the sidelines, "I hope you're not with him" He nods towards the Shistavanen Dark Master, "Otherwise, we're gonna have problems" Doviculous turns back to Zodon, and takes the defensive stance of Soresu, "Prepare to die, like all the others before me..." Zodon, doesn't even move to ignite his double bladed saber, and chuckles, "You have no hope to defeat me, and I have a surprise for you, you've been replaced as the Harbringer of the Jedi's downfall, I have a new prodigy for that, an he will prove himself now...Cartuga, finish this traitor off!"

Suddenly, a lightsaber is ignited somewhere to Doviculous' left, and from the rubble, leaps a muscular Togruta, somewhere between the ages of 18-19, wielding a bright red saber. "Yes my Master, this traitor will be eliminated.." The Togruta quickly spiraly leaps towards Doviculous, a tactic he did not predict, but was able to parry it. Cartuga, quickly backflips away from Doviculous, strafing right, before reingaging, locking sabers with Doviculous, who's red eyes glowed brightly in the red hue. Doviculous quickly executed his most signature tactic, switching from Soresu to Djem So quickly, knocking Cartuga's blade away from his chest, and quickly delivers a quick punt to the small combatant with his durasteeled toed boots, knocking the wind from him, and sending him careening backwards. "Is this all you have, a punk Togruta? You sadden me Zodon, I expected more from you!"

Cartuga slowly got back to his feet, a littled bruised and battered, but still tenacious none the less, and reingaged Doviculous, who easily parried the clumbsy attack, and pushed Cartuga back. "You think you can defeat me child? You are inexperianced, you lack true discipline, and I will teach you a lesson" Doviculous quickly went on the vicious offensive, easily breaking through Cartuga's moderately weak defenses, and knocking him back once more. "No! It is my destiny to destroy you TRAITOR!" The Togruta quickly leaped back, fueled by anger and hate, rushing in recklously. "FOOL!" Doviculous unleashed a barrage of Sith lightning, catching Cartuga head on, sending the weak fool spiraling back in agony towards his master.

"Hehehe, come now Zodon, why don't you come at me yourself, instead of sending weak lackies at me, are you afraid? Like Devlin was!? You're as weak as he was..." This infruiated Zodon, who quickly activated his double blades saber, and bounded towards Doviculous, who engaged the Dark Master in pitched combat, lightsabers zooming through the air, clashing together in a shower of sparks, then arcing back again and again, each time finding no opening for either combatant. Zodon roared in anger, and unleashed a massive force push against Doviculous, who countered it with his own, a massive force standstill inducing, the air rich with the heat of battle, and the mystical feeling of the force.

Finally, Zodon's force began to overpower Doviculous, and Doviculous quickly broke connection, and banked hard left, sliding back, but he was able to avoid most of the impact. He stared back at Zodon, a vicious gleam in his eye, This will be the end, for either me or him... This is the final battle, all bets down, I can't give up now!" With a massive roar of anger, Doviculous unleashed a massive barrage of Sith Lightning at Zodon, who tried to deflect it, but was caught in it's arc, managing to absorb most of it, and redirect it back at Doviculous, blinding him. When Doviculous opened his eyes, Zodon and Cartuga were both gone, a cowardly tactic. Doviculous quickly brushed his cloths off, and turned towards the human, "Enjoy the show?"

[Kuhblam]

As the thick lightning from his finger tips subsided, he crossed his arms and shook his head a few times at his comrade's wording. His facial expression was nothing less than that of sheer annoyance, and in truth it replayed the emotions playing across Virgil's mind like the notes of a music sheet. Not only was this Devaronian brash and head strong, he was also notably stupid. He didn't even realize that Virgil was from the Sith Order, that he was here to aid the putrid alien in his quest to cleanse this mountain side of the commoners who occupied it. With a notable lack of enthusiasm, he remained off to the side, withdrawn from the fight now entirely. He didn't bother to look over to the man who had appeared earlier. That interloper had been particularly intent on entering the village; however, Virgil's attention could not be directed towards him. In the event that Doviculous required his help, Virgil would intervene. However, so far, he had not displayed any major signs of trouble that would indicate a real struggle.

To his left, the wolf's runt apprentice appeared. He was a Togruta, most likely in his late teens or early twenties. He was also charging wildly, undisciplined and intent on bloodshed. The fight between him and Doviculous was rather short; it was obvious between the various corny one-lines either side was pulling that his skill was lacking. Virgil hoped that this newcomer's clash would quick so that the Devaronian could move on to this Zodon figure. He came to the conclusion as the fight raged on that his comrade would require his help to fight this Shistvanen. His suspicions were confirmed shortly as Doviculous drove back the one known as Cartuga, but automatically struggled once more against whom Virgil could only assume was his former master. He couldn't blame him for leaving this putrid place; there was no glory or promise in this place. To be submitted to a life which held no purpose or had any hope of accomplishment... no, he would left as well.

He smirked as Doviculous was blinded by Zodon's lightning, a typical trick used by those who could not make up for it in physicality. As he recovered, Virgil watched but made no attempt to stop or intercept the pair now fleeing in a hurried manner through the village. His arms still crossed, he locked eyes with the wolf-man directly, not blinking nor flinching. He did not draw the energy of the Force to his body, nor did he move his lightsaber from his utility belt. As his charge shook off the disorienting effect that had come out of his temporary blindness, Virgil lost track of their targets, only noting the direction they had went off in. Around him, it was now silent. Perhaps the bulk of the village had been killed during the crash of the ship, or perhaps they had fled or fallen under a blade... it did not matter, of course. So long as the Initiate succeeded in his mission, Virgil's work was accomplished as well.

"Enjoy the show?"

Virgil shook his head, this time his face one of anger. Did he take this as a joke? To play with objectives and missions like they were common place pranks?

Aliens.

"If you had finished them off here and now instead of wallowing in your filth, we would both be off this rock."

His senses felt the presence of the third party approaching closer. It was stronger than before, more resolute and confident. This time, no confusion or qualms of curiosity radiated so much as assurance. As he turned to look for him, he continued to speak. His tone dropped intensity, becoming like that of an equal rather than the harsh tone of a father figure.

"I am Virgil; we are of the same family. I am here to ensure that you succeed in your mission. I will intercede only if you falter; other than that, my role in the carnage is unfortunately minimal."

[Hawke Belmont]

Hawke looked at the man in a curious sense, they way a dog tilts his head upon hearing a whistle. Then Hawke merely smirked and let out a harsh laugh

"Well then. I am Hawke. I'm sure the enemy of my enemy is my friend. Glad to get some company, about time I have human.."

Hawke looked at Doviculous for a quick second

"..Humaniod. I am here to collect a Bounty, and require the Lightsaber as proof. Seeming as we all share the same goal. I'm willing to help. Maybe even share my reward."

Using the force Hawke put his hilt away onto his ultility belt and put one hand out towards Virgil, in an act of a deal

[Othorious]

Doviculous chuckled, "The more the merrier? Well if were gonna work together, now would be a good time, the coward has sent his lackies..." Doviculous nodded towards the mountain, and from the gloom appear four moderatly armored warriors, wielding lightsabers of different size, configuration, and color, and they slowly closed in on the group, lightsabers humming in the silence that now plagued the square. "So? Zodon sends lackies to fight us instead of himself? It's beyond me on how that coward became Dark Master, when he cannot successfully defend his clan from invaders" One of the soldiers, a Kaleesh Female with a single phased, curved hilted green lightsaber, stepped forth, anger in her stare. "You will hold your tongue, Master Zodon finds you unworthy to truly fight against Traitor." She then struck the position of makashi, as the others stepped forward and prepared for battle.

With a savage roar, Doviculous quickly ignited his lightsaber, and lunged at the nearest warrior, catching him off guard, and forcing him to retreat farther back. Behind him, he could hear the wonderful sounds of battle, the others have joined him in his Crusade against the Burning Order, and they were right to do so. Yet, Doviculous was at the disadvantage, his battle with Zodon had weakoned him greatly, thankfully he had the strength of the others to aid him. The other male couldn't stand up against Doviculous' fury any longer, for even in his weakoned state, this one was still too weak. With one swift kick, Doviculous knocked the man to the ground, Doviculous hovered over his prey, a hungry look in his eyes, but before he could finish him off, he felt a presence behind him, and barely managed to defend a sneak attack by the Kaleesh female. "Give up girl, you can't defeat all three of us, even with these numbers!"

"We will try, we must preserve the Order that the five Old Masters worked so hard to create, and we will not let you ruin it!" "Come now girl! This Order was doomed the moment I was brought here, I was trained by Masters Devlin and Kalma, what hope do you have?" "I have the power bestowed by Zodon, the greatest of the Masters, your days are numbered Traitor!" With a heavy heave, she shoved Doviculous back, both the girl and the man re-engaging him, "You can try to kill me, you will fail!" Doviculous let loose another roar of rage and rushed to fight both warriors.