Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-11588669-20150617171154/@comment-11588669-20150629165318

Nox watched his, possibly only, friend walk away. A glance down at the floor around him nearly made his head shake before he returned his gaze to the woman in front of him. She was already perturbed by the state of the floor after Orion's uncharacteristic explosion, and this only added to it.

Now, normally his eyes were a dark, cold blue. Like staring outside of a ship that was just listing in orbit into the cold echelons of space. But now, they were a cruel, vibrant orange. His hate had leaked out, the eyes glowing from behind that mask. He took a single step, but everything in that motion screamed unnatural power.

This was the Sith Lord.

Before Thana even knew, there was a blur and a thunk. The world was wrong, why was she staring at the...oh....

With booted foot pinning her chest down, and two sabers at her throat and burning holes in the bulkhead, Lord Noctum seethed above her. Vestiges of power roiled off of his form in crimson whisps, curling around him, caressing him. The very reason she had found him so attractive in the first place was brought to bear before her...again.

"If you lay another hand on my apprentice, I will take one of your arms, and then your legs, and force you to CRAWL away from me as I hew parts from your body!" He hissed out, leaning forward to put enough weight on his foot. Even through her armor, Thana felt like her chest was about to break.

"Am. I. Under. Stood?" She shakily spat out her reply, and he backed off. Unfortunately for her, he used the foot on her chest as his propulsion, cracking a rib and her armor. That bloody aura receeded, his eyes turned back to that impassive dark blue, and he turned away. His agents had already gone with Tsura and the apprentices, and he really, really needed to find Orion for that sparring match.

God that woman infuriated him almost like no other. There were only two people who could do it more; Orion, and his old Academy teacher.

Yeah, he really needed that sparring match.... ---

The two Agents quietly trailed behind the Sith contingent. Garron quietly let something slip onto the floor. A small little disk, from which spider-y legs began to jut out, along with optic devices. The tiny spy droid scurried away behind a different Sith, making absolutely no sound.

At the bridge, Kalrisian Terra, an Imperial Moff, and the Admiral of this Fleet, stood looking at defense arrays gathered by agents on the ground. At the sound of the approaching group, he turned, letting out a smile. "Ah, there you all are. I hope your trip was not too tedious?"