Chaos Unleashed

[Andraq Novkar]

Without Sorsha, there was nothing.

There was no one to hold the beasts reigns. No one to command him.

There was nothing.

Nothing.

Nothing...

Kill...Everything!

There's killing! Yes, Yes! KILLING! But where. Coruscant. CORUSCANT!

That's where the Chaosian was. That dark being who's mind had been completely shattered, and his thoughts were as incoherent as his speech at times. That, and the voices that were in his mind, often propelled him forward. They came in waves, and the darksider most always gave in.

He looked down from the roof he was atop down to a small group of party-goers. One of them was particularly attractive; it was her most ample chest that made him think so.

Stealth! Be quiet for the lasssssst moment!

He blinked. Yes. Stealth.

Andraq slowly moved to the edge of where he was, and instead of walking off, he seem to...stick to the duracrete. He went to his elbows, as he crawled slowly on the wall, moving slowly; his tight bodysuit not betraying him, the lightsaber tucked firmly on it, on a satchel holder.

He moved down slowly, using his aide; the dark side, to crawl along the walls.

He looked at the girl with the large chest, licking his lips- for the moment he had other things on his mind....but then the voices brought him back to his objective..

FOOL! SLAY THEM!

He needed no more urging. He lurched off the wall, and landed right infront of them. A solid hit to the side of one man's head snapped the neck, he fell instantly. That's when quick, nimble hands grabbed the lightsaber hilt, and the blue lightsaber blade came to life- the lightsaber he had crafted during his short time at the order. It sunk into one of the girls flesh, killing her, and then he grabbed the large chested girls throat, and shoved her into the wall.

A scream was all that she could muster before she went silent.

Apparently he had shoved too hard- her skull had cracked upon hitting the wall, and her larynx crushed upon his strong grip. She fell, dying an excrutiatingly painful death. That's when he looked up to see a larger group of people, a sadistic look on the painted man's face, as he licked his lips..

More..

And so he pressed on towards the crowd, lightsaber soon to find another victim..

[Jesimae Phoenix]

It was one of those nights where people were having too much fun and losing track of time and how much alcohol they bought. Cries of laughter echoed throughout the crisp black night.

Jesimae had found no pleasure in the bars where she hoped to find inner peace, only finding asylum in a pack of cigarettes and the cool night air. Screams caused her to paused briefly from inhaling the deathly intoxicant but once they faded into an echo and stopped completely she found the urge to puff once more.

Her black boots clapped in the water from an earlier sprinkle of rain, the bottom of her tight black pants were wet from the stomping she had done to find entertainment but when more screams erupted she knew that this was not some normal party night.

Her green eyes scanned the darkness finding nothing but the mysteriousness the night held. Something wasn't right, she didn't know what it was but it sure wasn't inviting.

Jesimae turned full circle and by the time she was back to where she started she couldn't help but feel that something bad was going to happen. She forced her feet forward and turned the corner. SHe stopped mere inches after looking up to see a man bending over a limp body, examining the youth and life that was suddenly taken away. Her cigarette fell from her lips and she was stuck, unable to move, only allowed to watch the man peering mysteriously down at the bodies that were lifeless on the cold, damp ground.

[Andraq Novkar]

He saw her step from the side of the building; around the corner to see his handiwork. Andraq grinned wide, it was a sadistic and scary grin- meant to intimidate and further lock her in her tracks. That blue lightsaber blade glowed brightly in the darkness of the alley, as he approached the girl who had come to meet her end.

"Come, dear girl. I'll protect you. Or will I? I might eat you- no, too many bones! I'll RAPE YOU!...No that's mean. Hm. Or is it? It'll feel good...at least for me."

His eyes had trailed off like he was talking to himself.

[Karthon Vanar]

Karthon was fairly settled, holding his mind together quite well. The day had passed without incident, probably because he had stayed hidden from view, rarely attracting the usual hostility his presence prompted. Day, night it made little difference, the road was long and arduous and he had long lost track or care of time.

The hooded wanderer heard a disturbance, yet as he turned the corner his eyes were not ready for the bloody scene unfolding in front of him. A dark figure was at the center and his instincts told him to run. He felt his hand tremble, not from fear, although that certainly showed itself through his eyes, he felt himself losing the balance he so often fought for.

The man standing before him seemed cold as stone, yet one that shone to him like comforting warmth. No, not here, not now, the Stennes shifter felt his weight fall to the wall. There was something close, the desire was stronger but he did not know why.

Any sensitive enough might feel the energy beginning to pass to him, even as he weakened before watching eyes. Subtle so subtle, like a fire slowly smoldering under the surface, drawing the oxygen out of the room. He struggled to keep his balance against the wall, sweat pouring from his brow, it was almost out of his hands now, he only hoped those close by did not suffer.

[Jesimae Phoenix]

The man in front continued to walk forward and for a mere second she swore she saw her life being flashed before her eyes, but it was something she was acustomed back when she used to be something. The thought made no difference to her now, the man was mumbling, speaking quickly and seemingly arguing with himself. She felt her body suddenly regain movement and feeling but she dared not to rush away.

Her palms were sweating and the scent of the cigarette being put out by a damp ground allowed her to remember what she had just seen and what she had just heard. As quick as one bodily movement could she grabbed the sleek silver handle of her weapon of choice, a lightsaber that she had recently traded with a bounty hunter looking for some goods.

The light burned on the side of her face, a deep red color lighting up the darkness that surrounded her. She gritted her teeth and snarled slightly, the strength, and urge, to fight coming back to her like a lost memory.

"Feel good?" Her tone was low and serious and for a second she thought she saw a hint of joy in his eyes for her urge to fight back when all the others ran around screaming for help.

"It'll feel real good..." She finally took a step forward with a slight smirk at her old self. "when I strike you dead and watch you fall to the ground beside your ugly piece of work."