08-21-2018, 05:04 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-21-2018, 06:55 PM by Marcus DuBois.)
Darth Malik felt the full power of the Force flowing through him and even as his attempts failed to cut the woman off, he could barely contain the raw ecstasy that raced through every nerve and fiber in his body. It was truly glorious, connecting him to the multiverse itself, every part of it, sub-quantum strings to the Great Attractor, quarks to the flows of Dark Energy pressure that made up the vast majority of the universe, all of it part of his body. Truly, this was what it meant to be a god.
The Dominions and Nox had joined him, though Nox had modified the weave, softening the blade of spirit that struck at the thick invisible column of the power that connected the woman- a face he recognize from the Almaz- to the heart of the multiverse.
Likely they thought to save the woman, or perhaps to speak to the ijiraq. Malik had no such interest. A pity, but this was survival. These creatures were horrifying and he was only too happy to destroy it. But for whatever reason, between the eight of them- nine when another man joined- the column was too strong to cut. His blade, the other's shields did slip in and out, indicating that it was working. They needed more.
As if in summons, Darth Caedus stepped forward, holding more of the power than he did. A thrill of excitement coursed through him. Not because the man was joining them. No. It was the fact that the one other time he had seen Caedus hold the Force to that extent, Malik was much weaker than him. A hill compared to a mountain. Now....he was stronger, of course. But the difference had lessened greatly.
The core Sith philosophy flashed through his mind.
One day, his time would come. But he was content to learn and grow for now.
Darth Caedus' massive shield slid into place and she screamed. Malik laughed to himself at her torment. It wouldn't do to have Caedus see him cackling like a mad man. First her. Then the Regus. This was the second time he'd dared attack them.
They were arrayed against the woman. ZARs were coming into the room, rifles drawn, red dots covering her. While it would no doubt kill her, he doubts it would hurt the ijiraq. They needed to be solid....he stopped. The ones that had attacked him and Caedus had. But he had seen the same weaves have no effect on the one controlling the woman, those that made it through.
What would work? He held the Force tightly, trying to think of possibilities when Nox moved toward the woman, weaves of air snatch and shattering flutes, creating fine shards of glass that hovered like a barrier between him, the man and her and the rest of them.
At that moment, the creature fled. Nox still held the barrier, though. None of them could know the woman was truly no longer dangerous. She would need to be taken. So will Nox he thought.
Feeling the majesty of the Force flowing through him, the full amount he could wield, he formed a shield like Caedus had used and threw it. Nox was needed alive. The man had information Malik wanted.
The Dominions and Nox had joined him, though Nox had modified the weave, softening the blade of spirit that struck at the thick invisible column of the power that connected the woman- a face he recognize from the Almaz- to the heart of the multiverse.
Likely they thought to save the woman, or perhaps to speak to the ijiraq. Malik had no such interest. A pity, but this was survival. These creatures were horrifying and he was only too happy to destroy it. But for whatever reason, between the eight of them- nine when another man joined- the column was too strong to cut. His blade, the other's shields did slip in and out, indicating that it was working. They needed more.
As if in summons, Darth Caedus stepped forward, holding more of the power than he did. A thrill of excitement coursed through him. Not because the man was joining them. No. It was the fact that the one other time he had seen Caedus hold the Force to that extent, Malik was much weaker than him. A hill compared to a mountain. Now....he was stronger, of course. But the difference had lessened greatly.
The core Sith philosophy flashed through his mind.
Only two Sith Lords may exist at any time.
A master, the embodiment of the power of the dark side of the Force.
An apprentice to crave it.
A master, the embodiment of the power of the dark side of the Force.
An apprentice to crave it.
One day, his time would come. But he was content to learn and grow for now.
Darth Caedus' massive shield slid into place and she screamed. Malik laughed to himself at her torment. It wouldn't do to have Caedus see him cackling like a mad man. First her. Then the Regus. This was the second time he'd dared attack them.
They were arrayed against the woman. ZARs were coming into the room, rifles drawn, red dots covering her. While it would no doubt kill her, he doubts it would hurt the ijiraq. They needed to be solid....he stopped. The ones that had attacked him and Caedus had. But he had seen the same weaves have no effect on the one controlling the woman, those that made it through.
What would work? He held the Force tightly, trying to think of possibilities when Nox moved toward the woman, weaves of air snatch and shattering flutes, creating fine shards of glass that hovered like a barrier between him, the man and her and the rest of them.
At that moment, the creature fled. Nox still held the barrier, though. None of them could know the woman was truly no longer dangerous. She would need to be taken. So will Nox he thought.
Feeling the majesty of the Force flowing through him, the full amount he could wield, he formed a shield like Caedus had used and threw it. Nox was needed alive. The man had information Malik wanted.