Sith Mission: Party Of The Damned

[Necro Stormborn]

Ramseye Stood up from the couch letting his weight shift and release him as the tingling sensation of dead sleeping or numb nerve clusters pinged against the inside of his legs... like little knives stabbing him over and over. His eyes winced closed for a second ad he tiredly wiped his chin... allowing the simple pleasure of scratching ones beard to entice his senses.

His eyes tracked the ground then lifted back towards the window.. his mind already churning all the information they had presented him with. His hands fell from his chin and reached into his cloak pulling his saber into his hand. He'd already forgiven and dolled out the punishment for being insubordinate. But the saber in his cloak felt so awkward... and it had shifted there during his quiet slumber on the couch. His eyes flashed red from the vision he had of the large opulent room he'd be walking into in less then 1 hour.

The rain was still pouring outside, and so Eurachis walked to the sliding glass window and slowly pushed it open, allowing the subtle breeze to push past him, feeling several wisps of mist from the rain pressing into his face.

He turned slowly to look at them, then nodded. "Good work. The hour is upon us... it seems the party has begun. Time to go. Stay focused and maintain contact at all times. This will be a very quick in and out operation... no screw ups, and if you lag behind afterwards, I will leave you for the city security to take you..."

Something vile crawled into his mind... and he stalked towards the door... only turning back to stare at the men, as if trying to say,"COME THE f**k OVER" before walking out the door. He moved down the hallway, his eyes scanning over a man who passed him as he visioned himself dismembering the man.... cackling in his mind. He turned his vision back to the door at the end of the corridor adjacent to the lift, a woman and man stepped out of it.... he seethed at them, creating a cloud of fear around him and in his mind... the only thing he saw was them burning.. their flesh melting off their bones. Their whole life dripping onto the durasteel flooring... his eyes glazed over and went hazy.. and then the ping of the lift returned him back to his body... as he watched the doors close and the couple pass by just fine and lively.

He shook his head as he tried to press the visions out of his mind...Killing for joy.. or death in general was not something that should please him..... but it was at the moment... something had clicked on inside him... without his willing or wanting of it. The lift opened and he walked out into the lobby.... and it happened again... something dark and disturbing wiggled its way into his mind..

The whole lobby was suddenly cut into pieces... blood flowing in all directions.. they were not harmed by a saber.. nay. suddenly they were all screaming as they were torn limb from limb and strewn all over the floor.... and the yells.... the screams.. they frightened him... but at the same time... he basked in it.... he felt a bellhopp cut in half as he passed by, and the blood splashed across his face and yet he smiled..... and then an echo... it was himself ... Ramseye trying to pull Eurachis back.. And then he heard a siren or loud blaring noise in front of him and the traffic seemed to be wizzing by. A few second more and he be in pieces all over that space lane.... he stopped in front of the traffic lane, trying to shake whatever it was that was haunting him now... and after stopping for several minutes in the rain he finally turned to the group following him...

Upon turning he saw that the people in the lobby were still alive and well... he was glad.. His eyes narrows on the three behind him. "Alright, xerron..Zaaltarr, the two of you secure the outside entryways, use Jaa's information to get there as fast as possible. Remember to kill anyone who tries to stop you. When i send a signal to your datapads come through the doors and find your way to the main atrium, eliminate security and and be on the look out for target #1 and #2. They are our primary objectives. Kill on sight."

Dark lord Eurachis turned on his heel to stare ate the Nautolan. "Jaa.. Work your way up to the dome of the building and take out the security. Then plant thermite bombs around the dome, and when i give the signal, blow the hatch. After that, descend and come and help me find our targets. If there are any screw ups... or snags you let me know A.S.A.P. Got it? now head out."

Eurachis turned back to face the large building and worked his way across the bridge with the rest of the public, his hood now covering that dark face and eyes that could kill.. eyes who had anger of death emblazoned onto them. He slowly stepped up and into the long line into the party, mubling words of thought at the guard, who upon seeing Ramseye said, "thank you sir, go right in."

He quietly stepped forth and into the glittery room full of nobles and sith aristocrats alike. His hands melded into his cloak and he was simply a dark figure covered in a wet cloak and hood. He moved through the crowd ignoring their looks until finally stopping against the wall, eyeing the lot of them, he would wait for everyone to get in position and send him their green light status.

[Cirith An'Gol]

Xerron smiled, it was finally the time to go the party, only this wasn't just a party, it was a quiet message to the galaxy that they, the Sith, were back. Turning to look at Zaaltarr to make sure he was ready, Xerron pulled up his hood in preparation for the rain outside.
Xerron motioned his friend closer so that he'd be within range of his projected Force Sheild.
He was an Assassin, and he was going to prove it tonight, to the galaxy and to his fellow team members. Xerron once again delved into a centered, cold weapon mentality making his eyes flare red temporarily beneath the black hood. He felt his Wookiee friend step into the Force Sheild and together they stepped out the window and into the heavily damp night air, using the force to guide them to a empty rooftop. From there they'd go to the back of the building the party was in, take out the security and look out for the groups 2 primary targets.

The rain fell around them but none of it actually hit them due to Xerron's projected sheild of force energy. It was like a clear umbrella that only the two of them would notice Better to arrive warm and not leave a trail than get soaked in this rain and possibly screw up the mission, like Eurachis said "No screw ups" I will do one better, I will leave no trail to follow Xerron thought as the blocks melted away and they came upon the building in question. He could feel Eurachis already inside and Jaa was surely in position by now. During the time Xerron had first made his lightsabers, a period of about 12 years, and modified them to have a dual phase function, he'd practiced with it heavily. He was now going to get the chance to use the dual phase again, a fact that excited him more than he would admit.

They came upon two guards that were stationed on the outside of the back entrance, Xerron chuckled and looked to Zaaltarr as he sent him a force message throught their link This will be fun and easy, like stabbing Gorryl Slugs in a barrel at that Xerron extended his Force Cloak to cover not only himself but Zaaltarr as well rendering the two of them invisible. It was a bit difficult but he only needed it for a few seconds, enough time to reach the ground from the roof that they were perched on and get up to striking range of the guards and get inside.

The guards outside didn't know what hit them as both Xerron and Zaaltarr walked up to them unseen and crushed their windpipes, Zaaltarr through a physical means on both of the helpless humans. Xerron then telekinetically moved them over above a dumpster and slit their carotid arteries in their necks with one of his hidden Ryyk blades and closed the lid after burying the dying men in trash. They'd be dead in a minute, maybe less.
With that the two Dark Jedi entered what was soon to be a slaughter house.
Xerron dissipated the Force Sheild and sent Eurachis a message through the Force "We're in position".

[Katar the Madclaw]

Zaaltarr nodded in response to Eurachis' instructions, an over-emphasized
movement due to the ample folds of his cloak. The Wookiee looked down
at his datapad, scrolling through his copy of the schematics Jaa had artfully
obtained. Sensing Xerron's gaze, he returned the 'pad to his belt and stepped
in range as his human counterpart projected a barrier of Force energy, just
enough to block the rain. Personally, Zaaltarr wasn't worried about getting
wet. With this much rain, most everyone was bound to be sporting jackets,
hoods, cloaks, and such.

Time passed quickly, and almost before he realized it, Zaaltarr reached the
back entrance of the building where the party-of-the-damned was going to
take place. The two guards posted there were no trouble at all, for as soon
as the Madclaw sensed them, he instantly knew that Xerron had spotted them
as well. Zaaltarr felt the human's Force Cloak encompass him and added his own
camouflage ability to the mix, rendering them both invisible to the eyes of the
guards ahead of them. Using the Force to slow their fall, the two of them lept
from the rooftop they had been on and touched down quietly infront of their
prey. Zaaltarr snatched the securitymen up by the throat, squeezing their
windpipes so that they were unable to scream and then plucking the headsets
from off their heads and their ID keycards from off their shirts. Xerron grabbed hold
of them then, using telekinesis to hold the guards over the alleyway below, close
enough for him to slit their throats with the kerathorr ryyk-blade that Zaaltarr
had given him and then tidy up nicely by sticking them in a dumpster. Zaaltarr held
out one of the headsets and keycards, and the two of them moved on inside and
out of the rain, continuing to move in near-perfect sync. Eight years Zaaltarr and
Xerron had been hunting and surviving together, and tonight it was showing
through superbly. The Wookiee just wished his human counterpart would act the
way he was acting now, at least more often if not the majority of the time. It was
times like these that Zaaltarr could assure himself that he had made the right
choice in vowing a life-debt to Xerron.

Moments later the Dark Jedi sent a message through the Force to their Sith leader,
Zaaltarr using his Force-link with Xerron to boost the human's telepathic range.
"We're in position"[/i] the message said simply. So it begins...[/i] Zaaltarr thought, shrugging off his outer cloak and sealing it away in his pack.

[Val - Warning:Contains Sarcasm]

Jaa watched as the spitting drops of rain cascaded down from the sky in torrents, bouncing from the rooftops and forming into small communities of puddles. He smiled, though not out of any happy thoughts. It was just a natural reaction to him to look so longingly at the rain as it passed from the clouds on the other side of the window. His hand pressed against it a little, almost willing to press through and touch the moisture. He'd been on Korriban far too long. He hadn't experienced a wet storm for years. And now it teased him only inches away. His mind rushed with anticipation, but his personality immediately cut into it, reminding him to wait until they were given the order. The shuffling from the couch indicated that their moment had arrived finally, and he watched as the reflection of Eurachis moved around in the window. He pulled himself away, passing in the other direction as the Sith Lord and grabbed his cloak and bag, the former of which he donned and the latter over a shoulder.

He felt the breeze and small particles of rain as it blew into the room, touching his face barely with its soaking touch, and yet he could sense it as though he had been drenched. Eurachis spoke, and he nodded, moving towards the Sith with slow steps, intent on matching the Dark Lord's strides with his own only a few feet behind, glancing back at the other two as they left via the window. He held for a moment, staring displeasingly at them. Eurachis hadn't told them to leave that way, so why had they? He shook his head, entering the corridor with Eurachis as they moved from the room.
"At least we don't have to share an elevator with that Wookiee." He looked on a little at the Dark Lord. He knew this mission was important but the surge of hatred he had just felt at passers by wasn't expected. His attempt at lightening the mood didn't seem to have helped.

Leaving the elevator, his companion seemed distant, and Jaa took the opportunity to focus on the objective once more, mentally running through the map he had in his mind of the location. He checked his datapad. Working, functional and had all the information he needed on it. At least he assumed it did. A shake of the bag on his back indicated that the contents were still present. Eurachis had ordered the explosions into Jaa's satchel, though he hadn't disclosed what he would be blowing up just yet. He shrugged, cracking his neck a little and finally coming out into the rain at the other end of the lobby. As the first drop struck his exposed head he breathed a gasping sigh, euphoria surging through him as he engorged himself in the pouring rain. Eurachis continued travelling away and he moved a little faster to catch up. Approaching the space lane. Not... not slowing down.
"Eurachis."

His voice was firm, despite the informality of the actual content. He had implied the respect he offered the man, however, by not sounding harsh or condescending in the use. The Dark Lord paused, apparently reconsidering. There was several minutes of waiting, and Jaa moved closer, not applying his hood for the entire time, just enjoying the feeling of the rain against his skin. Then Eurachis spoke, and he assumed that the first half was being mentally sent to the AWOL pair. His job? His was to reach the roof and apply an explosive. He could handle that. Well, several explosives, he corrected himself. He wanted to do it right after all. He shuffled the back once more carefully, not wanting to disturb the firepower over his shoulder before pulling the hood over his head, the pool of water that had gathered there slosing down his neck with a tingle before following after Eurachis in the crowd.

He broke away from the Dark Lord a little, keeping close enough to see him, but not enough to retain a suspicious nature about them. As Eurachis began to approach the building Jaa followed up behind him, entering a shadowed area to the side, and once concealed in the blackness leaping up through the air, rebounding off a building wall and coming to a rest on the rooftop. No guards, just as he'd expected by checking the datapad earlier. There'd be a few minutes before he'd had another group arrive. Plenty of time to get the explosives down. He placed the bag gingerly on the ground, making sure not to let the rainwater into the bag in case the explosives became useless and withdrew one carefully, inspecting it. He flicked the switch on it and placed it just underneath the rim of the dome, a small space present that allowed the explosive to fit. Content that it was in a good enough place he checked the number left in the bag. Seven. He breathed in a relaxed manner, moving slowly to apply the second.

[Necro Stormborn]

The light from the atrium shined down into Lord Eurachis's eyes as the party continued. The people, those that had recieved the honorary invitation were scurrying about, mingling, politicing, conspiring, and above all else, trying to seem better then everyone around them. These pitifull organisms did not deserve to live.... but that was not exactly Eurachis's call. The only Reason he was even on this planet, with a small infiltration team, was to slip in and out quietly and dispose of that which was no longer needed in the sith heirarchy.. the empire was undergoing dramatic change... evolution, one might say. However, for such a process to continue, and succeed, figures in strategic points of interception must be removed.

The figures, were a pair of gentleman scattered throught the party grounds.... no doubt inside by this point, but narrowing the list of people and locations down to a mere handful was still impossible.

His eyes wandered to the right, then up a long rafter and diagnolly along the ceiling until the gaze of Lord Eurachis fell upon the highly polished glass dome that was the roof. The diameter, 30 meters wide, was larger then the dace floor, a floor capable of holding 100 dancing couples. Through the shiny, yet royal looking glass, Ramseye made out the visage of Jaa, planting the last of the bombs. His eyes stared into the man.... the one of the many he'd brought with him and grown appreciative of... the one who'd tried to stop him earlier from walking smack into traffic. He nudged Jaa, giving him the signal to blow the dome when He saw Ramseye begin the attack, as they had planned.

Seconds later, a message flowed in through the force.......


Xerron and Zaaltarr were in position. Perfect. This was going very smoothly.... even though he was still shaken by the demons in his mind, he was now primed, dangerous, and ready to wipe the room clean of disease.... the disease these people created everday system wide.... with their greed and lust.

Lord Eurachis's hand moved up over his face to tug at his hood, which he pulled up, straightened out since it was now slightly mussed... His eyes flickered in the quick change from lit room to shadow eclipsing his eyes. His arms crossed ina tight position as he walked slowly out from his corner, pushing people out of his way with the use of the force and occassionally by pressing them rigidly with his tightly knotted shoulder..

The eyes of the entire atrium seemed to have shifted to the man in black cloak heading towards the center of the room. The hood had concealed much of the mans face, his dark haired chin hair, gave no symbol as to who this was, aside from pointing out that the figure was human, and male..... broad-shouldered...and heading like a missile with a wake of destruction behind it, deeper into the room.

Ramseye stopped as people started yelling dirty remarks and the band quickly stopped playing. Those around the dark lord slowly back away, forming a scattered but obvious circle. The commotion had apparently set off some paranoia, rightfully so of course... but now there were guards coming in from several entrances in the atrium, fully armored and with heavy loadouts.

Eurachis paused and straightened his stature, growing taller, then ceasing to move.

"Good evening everyone.....I will be out of your way momentarily.. I would simply like to find someone who i have been searching for dearly. Perhaps you know him...Eorance Flainthburg? No? hmmm I'm sorry to say, but I really don't have much patience...Ok how about the mistress.... his squeeze. Mia Shelth anyone?......." Eurachis quickly turns on his heel and faces the closes gentleman in a suit. His head slolwy bows, and then the man begins to claw at his neck.. as if something is clamping down tightly on his throat. The man's eyes slowly turn a hue of red, till finally he slowly stops and falls down dead of asphyxiation. The women nearest to him Gasp and clutch at their mouth's, while several men whisper something and the silence in the room went from partial an curious... to paranoid and angered. "How unfortunate........Well, guess i'll have to find them by process of 'elimination'...." A sly grin intoduced itself to the audience as it spread across his face. "Unless of course.... someone would like to come forward. In which case, this whole deal will be greatly expedited, and I will be gone sooner then you can say 'party crasher'. I am a man of my word.... So what shall it be?"

The board was set, and now.... with the peices in place for the perfect checkmate, the game game was about to begin. The death train had embarked, and it's only stop, was victory in the name of the new sith order.... The Dark Brotherhood.

[Val - Warning:Contains Sarcasm]

Bringing the galaxy to peace can only be done through peaceful intentions. The voice of Master Utaar reverberated around his skull, the speech he had not heard in so many years. A man he had trusted and learnt so much from about the Jedi ways and how to bear a saber, the man betrayed by the Order, the man who was dead. His words rang clear as day now though, almost as if the man was in front of him once more, bent crouched over the edge of a ventilation shaft about to drop down into a factory with his padawan. That mission had been fun. Jaa had nearly fallen under so much heavy machinery it was something that should be laughed at. The fates quite clearly had him labelled out as being some sort of useful tool for the future and had spared him, and Jaa had ensured he wasted none of the precious gift.
The galaxy cannot turn to peace as long as their is injustice. His thoughts were in response to his own. If he were speaking they would be the arguments of a mad man, but he was not mad, and he was not speaking. He was alone, and almost finished planting the explosives on the drenched, empty rooftop, his head exposed and absorbing the waters like a child in snow.

The Jedi fight for peace and justice across the galaxy, Jaa.
The Jedi betrayed us, got you killed, took Lita from me and failed me when I needed them. They are too passive to be considered any kind of force other than that which needs removing. Just like all the others. The Jedi. The Republic. The Hutts, if necessary. He would kill them all twice over, and more, should that be the case. His mind seethed with rage as his thoughts batted about, but his hands remained smooth and perfected in their motions, the rain preventing his anger from breaching the membranes between his mind and his body. It alternated between slightly heavier and slightly lighter, but he didn't care. He just dreaded the moment he'd be forced back inside. The moment he knew was imminent the second he placed the final charge on the final part of the dome and rolled up the bag, throwing it hard off the side of the building once it was empty. No need for dead weight.

A figure in the crowd now that he noticed, and that was because he was alerted to it. A nudge in the back of his mind from an external source. Being patted on the back of the head, having someone blow against his ear, a contrasting colour in his peripheral vision, a nagging consciousness in the back of his mind, whatever it was, he knew where it was from. Eurachis had alerted him to his presence as he was about to go about making his initiation of their plan. The Nautolan looked down through the dome, his figure obscured in black against black as he looked down, seeing the Sith Lord moving through the crowd. He glanced at the multitude of attendants at the ball moving around. His eyes drifted up to the clouds, raindrops landing on and around his entire face, but he remained unblinking, seeing the lightning ripple around the heavens before crashing down. A white flash illuminating the rooftops, and the Dark Jedi was gone by then. Eurachis would be moving into position, by now, approaching the centre of what would be a slaughterfest, and Jaa intended to be ready for that.

The Nautolan paused, thinking. The soldiers were already arriving, there was already a blown cover and Eurachis had already essentially broken cover by now. Grinning, he pulled out the detonator switch and prepared himself, not drawing his lightsaber just yet. He would give the Sith Lord a few more seconds, or minutes, to finish his affairs before blasting a hole in the roof and joining him, and so Jaa waited as the guards set up position around the crowd of frightened civilians. A smiled crossed the gray mouth and he deemed it time, or at least, as much time as it would be, bringing his hood across his head. It would protect against the glass falling, certainly, but there was just the added air of effect when a hooded figure lands that doesn't quite explain itself until it's done. It was a small luxury he allowed himself, giving the illusion of such an epic figure, and then following through on the promise. He leapt against the torrential rain, finger pressing the detonator the second his feet departed the ground, and all below him he could see and feel and hear the ripple of strong explosives as the glass dome shattered, hovering for a fraction of a second before falling, and he began to fall with it.

In each of the shards of glass that now fell, he could see a reflection, changing as he fell. The hooded figure of himself, a thousand versions of himself tumbling to the ground to annihilate. His eyes flicked from one shard to another, each a little different, each a separate part of himself. His thoughts wandered very slightly before he dragged himself back, slowing his descent slightly to allow the glass to crash beneath him before landing with a crunching thud on the brittle material, the rainwater joining them in a circular downpour, soaking into the carpet and bouncing from the glass in melodic chimes. He stood up straight, becoming the 7 foot tall dominating figure in a hood, and taking heavy, slow steps towards the Sith Lord, the circle around him that he had observed from above bigger now, though whether that was his entrance or taking a different perspective he wasn't sure. Eurachis looked one way, and Jaa turned to face the other, his shoulder aligned with the Sith Lord's.

"No problems, no guards, all smooth." He offered his quiet evaluation of the rooftop, though it would be a mistake to say that was the situation at hand, with a hole blown in the rooftops, civilians surrounding them, guards pouring into the room, and a glassy carpet making things anything but smooth. Jaa smiled though, a terrific, exhilarated smile as he realised he was in a situation that would let him test the years of training. He had punished himself in the wilderness to perfect combat and physical body, and pressed his mental capacity in isolation. Was it enough? If not, then he deserved to die for sure. Fear was pungent in the air, and it made his tentacles quiver a little, though they remained under the hood and not immediately visible. He half tugged at his lightsaber with the Force, ready to go slaughtering at the slightest word, almost at the point of just urging the Sith Lord to let them start already.
A Jedi must learn patience.
A Jedi must learn not to die.

[Cirith An'Gol]

Xerron simply gestured for Zaaltarr to continue forward with an outstretched arm, while he went to the right activating his lightsabers as he walked. The first part of their mission was under way. They were to kill any security that remained below that hadn't been called to the atrium and keep an eye out for their possible two Sith politicians and military leaders.

The two companions had gone floor by floor, wiping out the remaining security personnel and moving to the next floor. They'd split up each taking a different hallway and side of the building, making the chances of one of them running into their Sith target's higher. Now only one floor remained.

Xerron arrived at one of the buildings security hubs and blasted the door to shrapnel with a well placed Force Push and cloaked visibly using his Force Cloak. All the men would see was the remains of their door and floating crimpson red lightsaber blades. The men were gathered in one spot watching some kind of sports game when the doors blew apart. Xerron laughed and let his voice echo in the small room as he stepped forward to cut the first shriveling man's head off. Seeing the first of them die the rest drew their blasters in panic and fired, it was a simple matter to swat their poorly aimed lazer bolts away and move through the security men, killing as he went.

By the time Xerron was finished only one remained, and that one had soiled himself upon seeing the easy death of his comrades. He begged and whimpered and pleaded for Xerron not to kill him, looking around raidly trying to find some hint of where Xerron was. It disgusted Xerron, who simply took his head from his shoulders with a simple swipe.

Xerron moved onward exiting the grissly scene and walking calmy down the hallway, shutting off his lightsabers. Two nearby security men heard the commotion and ran down the hallway towards him. They couldn't see him ofcourse, he was still cloaked. Xerron stretched out his hands and telekinetically slammed them both into opposite walls, the man on the left flew into the left wall while the man on the right flew into the right wall. Stunned Xerron dispatched them of their heads as he walked past with a snap hisss of his lightsabers and flick of his wrist. The assassin walked down the hallway without even pausing in his steps. He soon arrived at a tubolift guarded by two more guards.

Xerron decloaked as his lightsabers snapped on, letting them see the blood red eyes beneathe the hood. They screamed in terror before Xerron cut them both in half. One swipe to either of the mens stomachs and their top halves fell followed shortly after their bottom halves. Xerron pushed the button and the turbolift dinged and opened it's doors. Sensing that Zaaltarr was almost through dispatching his side of security guards Xerron rode the lift up to the atrium.
He could feel the tension and the fear even before the turbolift arrived at the atrium.

The turbolift dinged upon arrival and Xerron smiled as the turbolift doors opened, activating his lightsabers in quick succession and cloaking, letting the cattle in the room catch a glimpse of his black clad form and his penetrating blood red eyes glowing beneath his hood and half mask, and his crimpson lightsabers. Xerron laughed lightly as he shut the lightsabers off as soon as his cloak was up, and the security guards and nobles looked confusedly to each other, wondering if they'd seen anything at all or if their imagination was running wild.
Xerron was playing with them. Teasing their sight and rendering it useless. It scared most of them and made the others nervous, they couldn't kill what they couldn't see, and they knew it. Xerron could see it in their eyes. He silently looked to Lord Eurachis in the middle of the room with Jaa towering behind him and smiled. This is where Xerron's talent lay. This is where he would prove himself to the Sith. He stepped out of the turbolift behind two guards who were supposed to be guarding it but, had their attention focused on the two figures in the middle of the room. They never even turned to see what the other security guards and nobles paled at. Xerron remained behind them, his lightsabers in his hands, deactivated for the moment and waited for the fun to begin at Eurachis' signal.

[Val - Warning:Contains Sarcasm]

Looking around, the stench of fear being emitted from the participants of the party that he had so violently interrupted permeated even the membrane of the rainwater that fell around him alongside the shards of tiny glass that still fell. His breathing continued to grow heavier and heavier, but not louder, as he felt the surrounding bodies with the Force, felt their every movement, felt their every thought. He did not interpret it, but it was akin to sensing the change of atmosphere across every inch of his body, and with a devilish grin his eyes began moving slowly from side to side to glance from face to face to observe his targets. His prey. Those that would be known to the rest of this planet as the butchered ones by the end of the night.

Glancing off to his side without a single hint of head movement, he found that the human that had been with them earlier had just entered the room, and had entered a stealthy mode in order to keep himself hidden for the moment. All attention remained on the pair in the center, and now it was their time to move. And so Jaa waited, held his muscles taut and ready to rip through the space between him and the first person, and then he could shove his fingers around their throat and rip it out. He could also reach for his blade and let the red sword swing through flesh and bone to cut down anyone in his path. He waited, he paused, he held his position apprehensively, and through it all Eurachis did not seem to move even an inch. The Nautolan's attention was grasped by the Dark Jedi and he wondered just what the man was thinking. This was their time to strike, and he could already sense the guards arriving. Any longer, and they'd lose their advantage.

Flicking his head back, he threw off the hood of his cloak to reveal his mass of quivering tentacles, and they tingled as the water continued to arrive upon him. It was time for them to act, and if they stood around any longer waiting they'd be dead within seconds. Them, being him, and he had no intentions of dying because an incompetent Dark Lord was unable to make a move. Centering his focus with the Force, he breathed strongly now, taking his tendrils of Force power around each and every shard of glass that surrounded the floor around him. His vision remained up as he did so, and it was clear that there were really no members of the party who had no idea what he was doing just now. Even as the pieces of glass began to float in the air like pieces of debris lost in ocean currents, they remained captivated.

It was too late, once the first person noticed and began moving, for them to all possibly escape to the best of their intentions. The glass moved in a shell-like shape around the two in the center, as though wrapping them in a wide, sharp embrace, and he controlled each and every deadly piece of shrapnel that now formed a deadly perimeter. His breath gathered in his lungs, eyes closing slowly to focus his entire energy and pressure into the finale of the Force move, and amid the growing screams, shouts and sounds of pushing and falling that surrounded his senses, he pressed out in all directions. It was as though he sent off a pulse, a heartbeat from the room. The blood was the littered remains of the dome that flew through the air at a speed faster than most eyes could see. Travelling through the blood vessels that was the air, arriving at bodies, not cells, and delivering not oxygen but sharp, painful and sometimes prolonged death.

Hundreds, maybe thousands of the small knife-like objects passing away from him, and the effects of it sent a shiver down his spine of almost pleasure. Pleasure at feeling the sudden shift of the Force as the immediate life around him was exterminated. The eyelids slowly receded to uncover the eyes. of pure black that reflected the slaughter scene before him, and through it all he felt... he felt not the compassion that the Jedi had enforced into him for all the years that he had joined them. Killing these aristocrats, it had offered him a sense of completion that he had not felt in a long time. There was more work to be done, but the bodies on the floor with glass embedded into their upper-class outfits and high-brow backsides was fitting, he felt. The blood flowed freely from the wounds, and now there was the less glamorous job of chasing up those that were not close enough to die from the explosion of shards.

"I'll meet you back at the ship I suppose." He offered the words to Eurachis, not even looking back as he stalked off after the runners from the main ballroom. An alarm had probably sounded off somewhere, even if it was only a silent one, but he didn't hear anything. Already his blade was flung into his hand, ready to do what the Dark Lord had clearly been hesitant to do, and with the activating of his blade he found himself coming into the first shots from the guards at the back of the room who were supposedly covering the escape of some of the rich folk. He really could have laughed, and so he did, moving towards the hired soldiers with a giant grin on his face, smacking aside their shots towards him as though they were playing a game. A game too old for the small children, and when he broke out into a run, they realised this.

His blade sung like the song of a lamenting widow, coming down onto the guards ahead of him, beheading, amputating, and otherwise causing grievous wounds to the men who dared to try and attack. There would be no mercy for anyone tonight, and when they began retreating from him his blade simply went into their backs instead. They fell, and he moved on, and soon he was caught up with the aristocrats who ran one way and another like lost sheep within the house. His blood ran freely, his adrenaline pulsed at a high level, high standard, and his muscles almost bulged out of the skin as he looked forward to the killing to follow. Shrugging off his cloak, he let it drop to the floor freely, not wanting to be hindered by it, and allowed himself to be exposed as the grey behemoth in the light armour. The smile remained on his face. This would be... fun.