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| Xander Vos wrote: | ((The Senate defences fell in a paragraph? That's a bit unfair, didn't give Sirak a chance. Oh well.))
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((No, not the total defenses. I assumed that the building would only have one or two turrets capable of fending of fighters, but that ground troops would be the focus. I didn't really think the turrets would be significant enough to last more than a few attacks))
"Yes, my lord," Invictus responded reverently; he hardly respected anyone, but Acherus wielded power that the Sith Lord couldn't help from admire. "I will immediately begin the attack."
Then, in a massive unearthly screech, the two Sith warriors charged into the Jedi complex. A few landed starfighters provided basic artillery to break up the Jedi positions, allowing for Alpha Squadron to follow their Sith comrades, closing the distance between the two forces in a matter of seconds.
Invictus flung his blade elegantly, yet carelessly, in flawless strokes, carving, like a butcher, through a Jedi Knight. The Anzat flailed helplessly, he stomach emptying before him as wave after wave of light impaled him.
My revenge... Invictus snidely pondered, allowing lightning to flow through his veins, coursing through every inch of his body; the zeal soon became too much to contain.
Hands of lighting sprung from Invictus's chest and arms, engulfing the dying young knight. His corpse, burnt and shriveled, fell to the ground; one casualty in a fight against perhaps thirty or more Jedi.
Invictus raised his blade, halting a Jedi's blue lightsaber in mid swing. The skeletal fingers of Invictus' right hand released the light from his sword, allowing the Jedi to fall through the emptiness. Then, in that perfect moment, Invictus reignited the blade, plunging it through the human's writhing spine.
The Jedi, overwhelmed with the ecstasy of pain, spasmed like a dying insect on the blade, his last, horrific cries devolving into vomit and gargling.
And Invictus enjoyed it. Every moment of the carnage, the relentless slaughter was like a game... a duel... a hunt. The meticulous, repetitive butchering was like a-
"Aah-!" Invictus screeched, reaching for his left farm.
A Jedi master's blade had just barely nicked the limb... and yet a nick was so deadly to one so physically weak as Invictus. The arm, no more than two and a half inches in diameter, was nearly dislocated. Blood seeped from it, the bulk of it dangling carelessly in mid air.
Invictus fell to the floor, gasping in pain at the injury. Blue flames crackled in one hand... he must stop the bleeding. In determined defiance of the Jedi, Invictus attempted to stand, plunging his lightning-filled fist into the wound.
The Grand Inquisitor roared in pain, the flesh quickly drying, the blood coagulating...
The Sith Lord flung his fist onward, attempting to ignore the pain of the wound. His saber was gone... lost somewhere in the brutal bloodbath of the battle. Invictus leaped forward, seizing an older padawon by the head. No, by the skull. His weak left hand held the human down, pressing the fleshy scalp against the harsh concrete pavement. Invictus' right hand twitched into the proper position, so often practiced on aides and cultists.
The lightning of death penetrated the padawon's eyes, searing the human's face beyond repair... and, conversely, the rays of life incarnate seeped back into Lord Invictus, flowing through his mask into the Grand Inquisitor's mouth... The pain of his arm was alleviated for now...
Invictus, without a lightsaber, seized a vibroblade from his coat, the shortsword appearing less threatening than the traditional scarlet blade of the Sith. The Inquisitor stood up, the very essence of insanity on his lips.
"Jedi heathens!" he babbled, his words now a fanatical, hardly discernible slur. He dramatically extended his arms in a welcoming gesture, his left hanging awkwardly at the armpit. "Who will strike me down?"
And yet, he was ignored. The fight was too massive between the Jedi and Alpha Squadron to pay much attention to him, no matter how dangerous he was. Riflemen began to file from the Senate Chambers, joining the fight in close quarters.
"Cowards!" Invictus blurted, once again unrecognized. He pointed to himself, once more in a melodramatic, unholy gloat. He zeal, or perhaps his madness was becoming too strong... he couldn't handle it any longer. "Is this the grand, united force of the Republic, mustered to defend your leader? No, your rabble is an insult to our cause. You smear the very memory of your fallen brothers on Corellia."
On Corellia... there was nothing greater than looking into their eyes, knowing that no matter how much they strained to look back... there was nothing underneath that mask...
In an inhuman, guttural scream, the Grand Inquisitor leaped forward, burying his blade into a rifleman's shoulder. He flung the blade overhead, no longer caring who he hit. It sliced through a Sith warrior's neck backwards, carving its way into more infantry on the return blow.
Invictus, his insanity without outlet, simply continued his fury through the crowd, killing perhaps four infantry. And yet, Jedi reinforcements crowded around him, the Sith seeming to prevail despite a numerical disadvantage.
Eternal peace.... Invictus recalled his personal chant... his now complete goal.
"Yes..."
There was no pain, no mercy, no feeling but utter and complete rage. The Grand Inquisitor could imagine nothing greater than the world united under the banner of peace, the Jedi slaughtered... rose petals floating into the streets to commemorate the great Sith Inquisitor, leading the men of Alpha Squadron to defeat the Jedi, who never could put up anything more than a pathetic militia to defeat the great warriors of the Sith Empire. All around Invictus, the Sith's immanent victory reigned... Even as bullet after bullet penetrated the Grand Inquisitor's body, he cheered for the triumph he promised himself...
Never ending glory...
"Yes!"
Hundreds of bullets seemed to bury themselves in the Sith Lord's chest, but every one simply added to the ecstasy of triumph. Blood... life seeped through his robes; how wonderful, how fantastic it felt. The Inquisitor's piety... his self-righteousness... he could taste glory-
Everlasting life...
"Ahaha!" he fanatically cackled, lightning searing his entire body.
A saber plunged through his chest, resting calmly for a few moments.
All... a lie.
The golden light around him vanished. Like water down a drain his ecstasy dissipated, replaced with a heart-wrenching blackness around him. The inferno of blue flames around him vanished, sucked back into the bloody, mangled body of the Grand Inquisitor.
A lie.
"No."
Heresy... doubt.
"...No..." Invictus sobbed, blood and tears falling from his masked.
Invictus... unconquerable... dead.... No... It couldn't end like this...
The blade slid out from Invictus' body, Invictus coming to his dark epiphany. Alpha Squadron members were overwhelmed, their bodies collapsing into Jedi-filled clumps. Rank after rank of Senate infantry filed into the battle, pumping bullet after bullet into Invictus' chest.
The Inquisitor fell to his knees, his hands buried in the puddle of blood before him.
Life... Invictus... Unconquerable... LIFE!
He raised his hands to his mask, throwing the odd facial covering aside. His cupped hands lifted the scarlet fluid to his mouth, pouring it in.
"Life! I will have life everlasting!"
Then, with a slick twist of the blade, a Jedi ended the grotesque spectacle.
The psychopath, Lord Invictus, collapsed, the dull glow of his Miraluka eyes fading.
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