IC: Imperatrix Hesper and Darth Drakul Xarxes
The Underdelve
The Underdelve
This damn door!
Xarxes dropped Zyldek to his feet as the Sith leading the charge came to a stop before the barricaded passage, the thin slivers of crimson light showing the one path to salvation remaining. Beside him, Hesper studied the door with fervent eyes, her mind probing what premonitions she had had about this egress. She felt that strange sensation stir in her chest, a still-warm ember among desolate ashes of anguish and dread: hope. Hesitantly, she touched the metal and stone, feeling the cool essence of thousands of years of history; she traced a finger along its seam, watching the way the red light from beyond it backlit her fingernail. She held fast to her tenacity, the deep-seated desire to survive this. She continued to nudge her desire upon destiny.
Xarxes eyed Darth Hesper, the determined aura– still crying in silent pain– about her intensifying as they hit an obstacle. This was unacceptable, dangerous. Even more so now that his mqaaq’it revealed the cold corpses crawling from the earth of the tunnel to pursue to fleeing New Sith.
“Lady Hesper,” he growled, ignoring the others around him, “do you have a plan?”
Hesper’s eyes alighted on Xarxes, acknowledging him, communicating with a glimmer that he was to follow her lead.
“Men, stay your hands!” Hesper commanded, stepping between the hulking Nathemus, a Mirialan she didn’t recognize, all the others recklessly attacking in such a tight space, and the door from which that thin line of light had been shining. At her bark, four of the fifteen remaining Hesperian Guardsmen stepped forward, flanking Hesper and Xarxes, silver pikes ignited and angled to prevent further tampering with the door. Her chest was heaving; she still reeled from the sensation of fire blooming across her skin, and sweat was beginning to trickle down her back. It was stifling in this tunnel, with the throng of panicked bodies pressing from all sides; the adrenaline pulsing through the air was enough to raise anyone’s heartrate, and Hesper’s own heart thumped uncomfortably in her ribcage.
She could hear the shouts of many, fraught voices ricocheting down the stone passageway to her ears. What is it, Hesper? What is it? She had been at the very helm of this affrighted procession as it delved further and further into the depths below what had once been the Sith Temple. Before anyone pressed any further, she realized: she needed to speak to the throngs. They could no longer forge ahead with little mind for the others. They needed guidance. In Xarxes’ words: a plan.
“Xarxes,” she said, “They cannot see me, I’m too short. I need to speak to those behind us. Give me a leg up.”
Xarxes, who had been preparing to dip into the Force to influence the outcomes of the efforts of all in attendance, responded with immediacy, laying his intention on the wayside and instead taking a knee for the Prophetess, his knee perpendicular to her. “As you command, Darth Hesper.”
Though surely there are better choices to be made now? Though he may have had personal reservations about the immediate, he trusted in her unparalleled foresight. Whatever Darth Hesper was doing, it was bound to be a wise path to follow.
He briefly took in those now present. There was Darth Nathemus, one who held some prestige among both the Sith and the eye of Darth Viscretus. After all, he was technically her adopted son now. Also there was Darth Volacious, the former Apprentice of Darth Kain, if he correctly recalled. He could only imagine how he felt now.
If he could have, he would have spoken to Nathemus, urged him to break the blast door while Hesper did whatever she was intending to do now. Instead, he remained quiet, staving off the sense of impending doom that accompanied the sounds of the oncoming dark forces on the other end of the tunnel.
Quickly, Hesper stepped up onto Xarxes’ proffered knee, bare feet sure and steady as she touched the fingers of her left hand to his shoulder for balance. In her right hand, she held her red saber, its bloody plasma flickering in the dark of the tunnel as she rose head and shoulders above the crowd. It cast her face in wicked carmine light, illuminating her long, dark scar and pale, glinting eye. She could see now the snarl at the end of the exodus, see the speeder plowing through bodies, see the scurrying shapes at the edges of the passage, and see the three dark figures chanting damnable Sith spells. Hesper sucked in a breath.
“Listen, you lot!” She bellowed, voice shockingly loud for such a small stature. “Protect the rear and our flanks! Draw up barriers, mind your aim, do not be reckless. Protect the children, leave the dead and wounded, and leave that stupid speeder before more are killed by it! It is crowded enough as it is in here. And for Chaos’ sake, someone give us Battle Meditation!” Hesper grit her teeth. “There is a door; hold together until it is open. Do not push forward until I give the signal that it is safe to do so.”
Stepping down off Xarxes’ knee, Hesper muttered under her breath: “Force have mercy.” Then, to Xarxes, “Thank you. Here is the plan: I am going to rend that door. When it is open, and we are sure it is safe, we will funnel everyone through as quickly and as orderly as possible. We will lead with six Guardsmen, and the rest will bring up the rear. Now,” she turned to Nathemus and the Mirialan. “Step aside.” Her voice was like a knife, cold and scathing.
She drew upon her powers of prophesy, and upon her profound and innate understanding of the physical world; breathing deeply, she reached out with the Force to fathom the deeper structural design of the archaic blast door before them.
Hesper’s command had but just left her lips as Xarxes, now standing, prepared to dip his mind into the flow of the Force, extending his will of strength upon those nearest him, and simultaneously reaching back towards his foes, willing their muscles and minds alike to be plagued by haze and weakness. A gruff command issued forth from his lips, disregarding all tact and decorum in the moment. “Nathemus,” he growled, “I will need to be moved when the door is down. Aid me when that happens.”
While the power of Battle Meditation required stillness for full effect, he doubted that his allies at the helm would leave him when they inevitably broke through the door. His senses to them were already dulled, and though he could sense his surroundings, it was almost as if he was doing so from the third person. Yet his will remained strong, imposed on those around him, willing their success in opening the path to salvation.
Meanwhile, Hesper commanded her Guardsmen to hold back the throng, pushing with their pikes to give those at the helm of the crowd space to perform their powers. Such discord and fervor was dangerous, especially as bodies were packed together like tinned fish. "Stand back!" She shouted, holding her arms wide to prevent further prodding and jostling. "Focus on protecting our rear and flank, or else there won't be any of us left to pass through this door!"
Turning, she placed her hands upon the ancient blast door, one palm on each of its halves; and she summoned to her her great power, her finely honed skill in the telekinetic arts. Bolstered by Xarxes' meditation and guided by her manifestation of an altered destiny, she flexed. Focusing her power on the seam and the crimson light behind it, she wrenched it apart with the Force, throwing every ounce of herself into the action. Force willing, this door would open...
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Powers used:
Hesper:
Darksight - GODLIKE - 10
(To protect allies in the tunnel, and to ensure the door opens and the way is clear)
Force Rend - 5
Xarxes:
Battle Meditation - 4
@Darth Dreadwar, @Arach, @DarthNoxia, @dragonsith13, @Grievance Vexx, @Reiis Invadator, @DarthFeros, @Nacros_Telcontare, @Jihadi Quartz, @Darth Nathemus, @Helkosh, @Darth Solus, @Cardun Vrek, @Darth Xxys, @Reatith Blodraald, @Admiral Volshe, @Catalyst, @Undying Master Xiannarr, @Voidwalker, @Hadzuska_The Jester, @Keres Dymos, @skira, @Zareel Jhenan´doka, @Volacius, @Sith_Imperios
Powers used:
Hesper:
Darksight - GODLIKE - 10
(To protect allies in the tunnel, and to ensure the door opens and the way is clear)
Force Rend - 5
Xarxes:
Battle Meditation - 4