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The Zekkeg was laying at Croix's feet. It's body casted a shadow over the very young boy. It was breathing but hard. Croix was holding his hands out. Driven by instinct and yet also by feeling, he brought this armored beast down. His dark power was what did it.
His power came from the pain, and the bugs that made him their home fueled that power. They constantly fed him toxins greater increasing his pain thus letting Croix draw off of it. the pain was growing on Croix, becoming like an extension of his body.
The Zekkeg looked and tried with all it's might to fight the invisible force holding it down. It refused to give up. It would keep trying to resist, to break free and run it's rampant course. But it's will would soon be broken.

Tython Screaming Phoenix cargo hold - Ancient Akul

Davth's eyes widened as he took in all the damage on the inside of his ship, the outside was bad but the inside, the lights ripped from the wall, panels broken bent and bodies strewn across the debris fields. "What in the world happened to my ship!" he roared partly in anger and sorrow. He could fell the shock wave from the thunder clap even inside the ship and hangar. "No I must have no anger." he took several deep breaths and started to make his way through the wreckage, to his great relief the bodies were merely droids in humanoid body armor. He placed a rust red hand down on the chest plate and he stumbled back his hand going to his forehead a flash back nearly brought him to his knees.

He was in the palace, his rag tag strike team of smugglers, dancers, and local miscreants were reaching their destination, the plan hit a few hitches and they were being pursued by a seemingly endless army of droids. The master fell back redirecting fire and inflicting as much damage as he could to the droids trying to slow them down. One of his men found these droids now thrown across his ship, inactive and posed.

Davth pushed himself up from the ground breathing deeply panicked, the flashbacks were so vivid, but he didn't understand why he was not able to remember the events. "Perhaps I should return to the temple, things are certainly stranger than before..."

Skandorous gave the girl a single glance and simply ignored her mental comment. "I do not need the blood of a young Vixen like you! The smell and suffering from farther within is what I want. Step aside and neither you nor The Dark Lord will be bothered." Skandorous confidently but carefully started towards her. His intention was to just pass her by, but he could sense the eagerness, wariness, and violent intent in the young woman.

Coruscant - Temple lower levels

The guards that went down the lift with Locolvictum seemed to have mixed feels as to what they should do since he was there. Some seemed relieved others seems to grow whiter by the minute. But Locolvictum didn't notice, he had taken his lightsaber in his hands and let it fumble in them.

The door soon opened and they were in his division. Some of his own staff were scrambling around, preparing for the worst. Some of the augmented solders were moving about as some. Some of them shouldn't even be moving because they had received the surgery a few days ago. Still they were moving around weapons at the ready to fight.

The guards that came down with him dispersed in different directions, each with there own orders. Three augmented solders approached him and saluted.

"We are your escort my lord." The lead of the trio said.

"Very well, but we must hurry. The Emperor is in danger, so we have no time to waste!"

Then the three of them said at the same time, "Yes my lord!" Locolvictum then quickly made his way to the turbo lift that would take him down to the dungeons. The three guards followed close behind him.

Coruscant - Dungeon

HP:50

Zara's eyes followed him, not making any threatening gestures but still holding her ground.

Oh. Is that all? I'll tell him thanks for you.

Her lips curled into a smirk as she communicated this to him.

She wasn't entirely sure what he was talking about, or what his true intentions were, but she still knew that she wasn't about to let him just go and have a chat with the prisoner.

She noticed that he wasn't moving to strike her yet, but in a way she was almost hoping for a fight. This would be the perfect way to prove her true strength to the Emperor, and also to herself.

Well? Why do you hesitate to fight me? You had no problem tearing apart our prison guards. You're not afraid, are you? she goaded, trying to kindle some of his rage.

Surely he couldn't be intimidated by her appearance. A scrawny, underfed young woman like her who was nothing more than a dirty streetrat not too long ago didn't appear to be a match at all for a beast like him. Yet looks were quite often deceiving...

Coruscant - Dungeons
HP = 50
Skandorous gathered the darkness around him as he moved. While disappearing into the shadow he said: "Fine. If you want to mar your young body with scars, I will oblige you!" With the last four words his silhouette was engulfed by the dark interior of the dungeons. With the cover of shadow, he ran behind her only to be given away by the energy weapons in his hands. He had reversed the blade from the lightsaber and made an diagonal upward slash. At the same time came in at waist height in a horizontal slash to her ribs.