A Council Deposed

[Darth Ophidia]

Glee Anselm, a planet that never stops giving. While it contributed much to the training of the One Sith's armies, it had also contributed its fair share of troubles. Dissidents inciting debate and discord in a political paranoia against the glorious and righteous rule of the One Sith Now, it would seem the root of these troubles had been found. When the previous council was disposed of they were not all actually disposed of. While most met their death promptly in the invasion, some were later terminated on Glee Anselm as they raised voice against the new Sith-Positive council. However, two members who opposed the Sith's incursion managed to escape the planet and set in motion plans for an armed rebellion. After giving merry chase, the Sith Assassins finally managed pin their position down and are now enclosing on their ship to end their devious ways once and for all, ad bring security to Glee Anselm.

The duty to put the last nail in the metal coffin and send the traitors down to a watery space-grave was granted to The Aspect of Death - Darth Ophidia and her newly Knighted apprentice Animus Malgus, now known by the name of [member="Darth Mythos"]. Their targets were on a neutrally tagged freighter ship heading for Republic space after hiding in the fringes of the outer rim. This was not something the Sith could abide by. Their Phasma Class Interceptor would prepare for boarding the freighter.

 

[Mythos]

First off. Mythos was pissed he was not allowed to fly the Phasma class because he was part of the "Boarding crew" Which to him was bull kark because he wanted to fly one of these babies for months. He was pissed. However this was his first solo mission with his Master and that balanced it out. He had brought her something however, something he wanted her to see before they made their launch.

"Master" Animus brought up a metal Box beneath their feet. "I know it's kind of a bad time but" He unhinged the box and there lay the LightClub of Kezeroth the Beholder. Proof of his Achievement that no doubt she had heard of. "To do as you with with. As proof of my Kill of the Gen'dai beside The long haired master they call Sabastian" His stance was proud and his gear was primed

Finally, he had something to show for but he still had one more trinket that he flipped up like a coin to land oh her Skirt. "Got that from the highest Balcony of House Chaf"
A Golden Symbol of the High aristocrat. Also proof that his Stealth Skill were up to par. Proud was Mythos of his Achievements, but not Sith'ari proud anymore. His Master had succeeded where everyone else would have failed. She made the Sin of Pride a bit more Humble.

[member="Darth Ophidia"]

 

[Darth Ophidia]

When [member="Darth Mythos"] called for her attention, she was half convinced he wanted to continue to pester her about flying the Phasma. However, her droid had been especially programmed for expert flying, and they needed a getaway pilot. She was about to give him a right putting-down if he as much as mentioned flying again, but the way he spoke gave her reason for restraint. She turned her head to face him,

"Yes?"

As he unclipped the box, her eyes narrowed. However, when she saw the enormous weapon contained inside she was puzzled. The puzzlement did of course not emerge as anything more than a subtle twitch in her nostrils, but she felt it none the less. A part of her was proud already. She did not take the weapon from the case, but observed it as it lay there. What to do with it would come later. She could not let it distract her from the mission.

"I hear you delivered the last blow."

As he flipped the second trinket in her direction she caught the chain on her pinky-finger without lifting her gaze from the lightclub. Her eyes shifted from the enormous weapon to set on the medallion dangling from a slender chain around her finger. She was not one to wear such pretty baubles unless it was part of a disguise, yet she was indeed impressed. He had done well for himself.

"Well done, Darth Mythos."

Her acknowledgement of him lay in her words. She had allowed him the title of Darth. While he was not her equal, it meant she recognised his achievements and his prowess. She gave him a fleeting glance before flicking the pendant into her palm. Darth Ophidia placed the necklace over the Gen'dai's lightclub and closed the lid with a deft care. Again, she had to put the matter away. They had a mission and docking was imminent.

 

[Mythos]

"I did master... I only wished you could have been there to see it" He smiled but in his mind there was the sound of Victory Trumpets as he finally had something to show his master as proof that her training was not wasted. He frowned slightly as he thought of the Moment when the Gen'dai fell, what came after he would not tell her but he knew she probably knew. Forced to retreat a blast sent him bashing against a tree and broke his spine, it had taken much time to heal, more so than any other and it worried him deeply... He remembered the exact Words of Medic General that told him. 'One More Impact like that in your Spine and i'm not sure we will be able to heal it without surgery'

As the ship made dock Mythos was up and ready to take the fight to the enemy but made good to activate his Force Stealth to hide his force Signature. "It is an Honor... to finally fight beside you against the enemies of the Sith my master... "
The hatch opened and the intensity was on, lightsaber in his belt and he plopped the cloak of the Sith assassin armor over his head as he dashed outside with blood lust and glory in his mind. The Mission? As Simple as killing Politicians.
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[Darth Ophidia]

"Oh you will get more chances to fight beside me. Of this I am quite certain. If you survive, of course."

As the hatch opened, she strode quite nonchalantly after her apprentice. He was allowed to take point - or rather he was allowed to take all the shots of the primed blasters below - as they entered. No doubt there would be a plenty of guards at the ready. If there had been only politicians on board, there would have been no reason to send two powerful force-users to do the deed. Not to mention, some politicians had enough military experience to pose a serious threat. Then again, why did they not simply blow up the ship? Well there was a pretty good answer to that: [Classified]

Inside the ship, guns were primed and ready to meet the boarding party. A full squadron of Glee Anselm's military deserters, composed of veteran soldiers loyal to the previous, independent government of Glee Anselm as it was prior to Sith occupation. They would fight and, if necessary, lay down their lives to protect the last hope to spark a rebellion for the freedom of their home planet. They were not fighting fair this day. So the first thing the two Sith would meet was a heavy blaster turret and a wall of carbine blaster fire.

That was why Darth Ophidia let [member="Darth Mythos"] go first.

 

[Mythos]

"You will always have me if i breathe My Master... " He wanted to say more... but now was not the time.

Mythos smiled at his master before he took his saber from his hilt and ignited Pride's Black Core, funneling the Force from his Body into the very blade he was using, he slowly turned his face from her and his smile faded. Today he would make her proud, today he would make her know... she had done a good job as a master...

The Core of the blade got wider and wider from the energy of the force, as it coursed from Mythos into the Lightsaber step by step, when he met the Line of the Turret, Carbine and blaster fire, his eyes... were not the Same eyes that looked at his master just seconds before, they were the eyes of a man Gone Mad with Power and who thirsted for blood.

Mythos was never the kind for sneaking around and assassinations. He could, kill not being detected, he was very good at it, not as good as Ophidia, but Efficient to a degree, but it was not his preferred method of confrontation. He was an Oxibeast at heart, as much as Ophidia had taught him otherwise... he sadly could not be the Shadow of Death... He loved to Kill in Open Battles and Giant Wars too much.

He loved to be in the front lines of battle, he loved to be outnumbered and outgunned many times only to snatch victory from the jaws of defeat slaughtering hundreds for eternity.

Once he stepped outside of the ship his saber swung at air, but behind it was the Arc of the Bladestorm which cut down Blaster Rifles and the Men who wielded them. Mythos was behind the Force of the Energy, he did not miss a step, the Arc of power cut down enemies only to provide Mythos a wedge to charge through. Juyo became prevalent quickly as Myth clipped on to Pride and formed Mythos' SaberStaff digging into the Lines of the Soldiers with the very movement and heading straight for the Turret.

He was Fast, very Fast... but the Shadow that came behind him was the very embodiment of Death....

[member="Darth Ophidia"]
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[Darth Ophidia]

It would indeed seem that Ophidia's efforts to stealthify [member="Darth Mythos"] had been mostly in vain. She had given him the most basic knowledge necessary for a Sith, but he had built a whole different character from what she had when she was given the same tools. Clearly, he was an Oxibeast at heart much like her old master, [member="Darth Ferus"]. She mused for a moment on the clear trend among her apprentices to chose the direct path, when she herself was an expert in the art of stealth.

As Mythos carved a wedge into the defensive line, leaving broken bodies and severed limbs in his wake, Ophidia followed at a casual pace behind him. She kept her hands folded on the front of her armour, her lightsabre nestled between her fingers as she strode down the metallic hallway. With her came a sensation of dread, spreading into the minds of those too weak of will to resist. It filled the dead and dying with a wish to lay completely still so not to attract the attention of the Aspect of Death or her wild Apprentice.

However, some were not so easily persuaded. Ophidia felt a hand grip around her ankle and looked down to see one of the solders Mythos had cloven, gripping on to her boot to prevent her march. A smile spread over his lips as he pressed the button of his thermal detonator, fully intending to sacrifice the structural integrity of the ship, his life, and the lives of all the other soldiers to prevent their advance. However, as he clicked down on the detonator, he felt something wrap itself around his body. The Sith Lady's hands tightened around the hilt of her lightsabre as she wrapped the trooper in the Force and created an epicentre of attraction around the grenade. His flesh compacted around the detonator and Ophidia swiped her left hand to throw him ahead of her apprentice. The explosion was clearly muted by the flesh-cover, but still managed to claim two troopers, between whom the flesh-grenade landed.

 

[Mythos]

Some Men would back off from an explosion of blood and kinetic energy, others might continue an advance sidestepping between them, Mythos was the kind who pulled from within his own force energy the power to increase his speed slightly and throw himself through the fire and flames where he met the turret and took the fury from it's barrel.

Mythos was quickly on the defensive as the disarray of the troops quickly dissipated and they began focusing fire on his figure. He unclipped Myth from pride as he focused on the fire of the Carbines and blaster rifles and switched to the Djem so stance. Deflecting blaster shots to their source of origin while also side stepping and zigzagging to keep his momentum he became difficult target to hit, and it gave him time to prepare and orient himself about how to counter the Turret that was at this moment blasting the inches around his form.

Swinging his blade around in an arc then halting it at a specific angle, a blaster shot bounced back and hit a trooper in the head dropping him instantly, swinging it back down to his knee another blue blaster bolt bounced back to his an Enemy in the chest dropping him too,another blaster sent flying to the ceiling and another to the side of the Turret making the gunner flinch.

Mythos raised his free hand in an open palm and concentrated on exhaust of the barrel, then closing his hand into a fist the Force pinched the Durasteel around the Turret and as the next Blaster bolt came the Weapon was shattered and unable to Fire again. Mythos focused back on the defensive deflecting blaster shots around him, Three lines of troopers found Mythos unready and let loose a volley of blasters that were quickly deflected with the Art of Djem So, Two troopers fell, one got his own blaster bolt in his neck, the other in his gut but Mythos took a blaster shot to the leg for his efforts, luckily the shot was a grazing wound that just hurt like hell.

The second volley of fire came and Mythos was back on the defensive and in the stance of Djem so, ready to take on the onslaught of fire that was yet to follow, he had an air of confidence knowing Ophidia was with him, who could stand against their combined might? They would tear this ship apart inch by inch until there was nothing left but death and blood. Mythos now was covered in the blood and gust of the flesh bomb trooper and sporting a gash from a blaster shot of his own, things were bound to get.... Fun.

[member="Darth Ophidia"]


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[Darth Ophidia]

Faced with the onslaught, the few remaining troopers tried to pull back while laying down covering fire. Their current path would lead them into a T-shaped intersection, in which they had set up position with more heavy guns and barriers to pin down the intruders. These troopers were certainly not going down without a fight. While they were boarding and fighting their way through the mooks. The three political targets were preparing to set up a bomb and escape through a pod, however, they had much yet to do.

Darth Ophidia had never focused much on fighting blasters in the big battles. She was fully capable of deflecting some blaster bolts in order to protect herself, but she was by no means as adept in it as her apprentice. It was a matter of choices made. Rather the Pale Assassin had a different array of skills. From a quiet pace, she quickened. In a few steps, the Sith Lord went from a calm walk to a force-enhanced sprint. Her right hand swiped her lightsabre from her sash fluently and running in a zig zag pattern, she passed her apprentice while avoiding the cover fire of the blasters. The Pale Assassin feinted a jump before flicking the stealth field activation switch of her armour and sliped past them by going low. Her invisibility broke in a flicker as she activated her scarlet sabre with a snap-hiss and moved instantly into a broad, sweeping slash at their opponents' backs before disappearing once more. She was like a ghost; one second she was there, the next she was gone and once more her sabre flashed scarlet to the screams of the newly deceased.

[member="Darth Mythos"]

 

[Mythos]

While the Sin of Pride Smashed and Gashed left and right with his Twin Lightsabers he caught a glimpse of his Master every now and then, it was just a glimpse of crimson and shadow that dissipated as soon as it appeared. Even focused Mythos had trouble spotting her,one second she was there and the next people died and the shimmering image vanished like a puff of white Smoke and shadow.

Animus Malgus now known as Darth Mythos preferred to tear through his enemies like an Unstoppable force, only he actually could be stopped by a good round to his chest or something more subtle. Mythos was confident in his lightsaber skills to the point of arrogance, ever since his duel with Asajj he obsessed with the Lightsaber forms, Juyo especially... but his deification of Ferus made him obsess even more in learning all seven and thus... he was an accomplished Bladesman in his own right, he knew enough of every form to use each one to what they were created.

Now he switched his stance to Juyo and Spring forward leaning his head to avoid a carbine round that would have ripped his skull in half to land in between three Troopers ready to engage him. His lightsaber moved like a flurry of speed and unrecognizable patterns who's angled looked crooked and off balance but in reality they were near perfection... near.

Juyo came into full view when the troopers laid chopped up and sizzling in the floor and Mythos moved on to the T intersection at the end. One hand in his main saber and the other charging the Energy of the Dark side Mythos dashed into view and quickly deflected two blaster bolts to their source before unleashing the Power of Sith Lightning unto one Corridor. Quickly the screams of his enemies drowned out the battle as one by one they were electrocuted to death. "Master Look!"

He breathed in and stepped back focusing his energy at his free hand taking a blaster shot to the arm of his main Saber. Blue Lightning blaster from his free hand like never before, the Lightning was powerful enough to Scorch as well as to electrocute and everything in it's way found quickly that it was just as Deadly as his Saber. "I have grown stronger!"

He did not bother to look for his Master, that was an impossible task unlike any other... one did not simply find his master, anywhere... He just continued cleaving through his enemies like an Avalanche of Fury and Juyo cutting down his foes one by one until he reached the end of the Intersections right side.


[member="Darth Ophidia"]
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[Darth Ophidia]

When [member="Lord Mythos"] reached the other side of the section, he would find his Master behind them. While he had drawn their attention, she had been able to slip behind them, and now she had the lot of them in a telekinetic noose. A warped version of her voice escaped the audio projection system of her enclosed helmet as she made a shout of hateful strain. Fifteen of the soldiers were hoisted into the air. Their eyes bulged and their faces reddened while they clawed at their necks, desperate to escape the Sith Lord's chokehold. A handful remained on the floor, cowering under the display of floating corpses-to-be. Then they started dropping. As she could no longer feel a pulse, she dropped them nonchalantly on the floor like ripe apples from a tall tree. When the last one dropped, she looked at her apprentice through her mask and nodded. He had taken too many shots, it was time for her to take point and he to mop up the rests.

Heavy casualties were sustained, but the troopers were relentless. They were all going to die, righ? Why not take the Sith with them to the Netherworld. As Darth Ophidia turned to open the blastdoor of the right side of the intersection, the left one shot open, revealing another turret. By now they were just rehashing old things in an attempt to stall them. The bomb had been set, it would soon be activated.

In response to the new turret, the Pale Assassin used her speed once more. While gripping two mostly-intact corpses and using them as shields, she covered her apprentice and charged. The meat-shields would not hold the turret indefinitely, but possibly for long enough to draw attention to her while Mythos took out the turret. If he did not, then she would.

 

[Mythos]

Wounded, hurt here and there and filled with an insane feeling of adrenaline Mythos dashed behind his master tearing and ripping everything apart with an endless motion of juyo rotations that made his lightsaber look like a whip instead of a straight blade. The Force tethered through his body engulfing him in a wave of fire and darkness, he channeled this energy of the force to augment the force of his limbs,making his dashing faster and his arms move faster as they sliced through foe after foe.

Even he was not above exhaustion however and his initial berserk assault he could now feel the weight of his actions baring down on him as every slice came slower and clumsier... recklessness always put him in this situation, blasting everything and anything in his way then gasping for breath... this was a tad bit different. When she nodded to him, his energy came back slightly... the desire to impress her gave him energy that could not be underestimated.

The Turret was a few yards ahead and the attention of the Troopers shifted to his master,Mythos saw the chance to take it out but his bursts of force abilities and the various assortment of holes he now sported over his body made executing the task more difficult than anticipated... His teeth clenched as his Lightsaber left his hand and blood spurted from his nose and ears when the pressure of the ability squeezed on his temple...He could not use the force without resting yet, so when he forced it he did so with part of his mind... and it damaged his blood circulation.

The Saber flew guided the force as it spun and decimated the turret slicing the troopers around it in the motion. Mythos spun on a dime and pulled Myth from his belt deflecting a small blaster bolt back to it's source taking the head off the trooper who fired it...

"i will not fail you..." The words came with blood and with emotion. Emotion he could not control, she was the blossom of power he drew upon, his foundation and his core of learning, everything he had built was done so upon the foundations she had made... there could be no failure...
[member="Darth Ophidia"]

 

[Darth Ophidia]

Her meat-shields wore thin, and Ophidia could feel the heat burn the backs of her hands. Shots begun piercing the flesh and swished past her head, leaving black trails on her armour. One shot caught her in the left arm, but she gave it no heed. Then came relief in the form of Mythos' sabre. When the turret was cut. Darth Ophidia threw the corpses aside and jumped while drawing her limbs to her. Blasters were directed at her as the troopers spotted their target and a mysterious motion that could not be anything, but an attack. However, before triggers were squeezed, a powerful surge of force-energy, laced with crackling sith lightning, crashed down on the troopers and smashed them into the ground.

The Rattataki landed on her feet and put her hand to her left arm, feeling the wound of the turret. She was fortunate to still have her arm intact. She could not let her apprentice see her weak, so she stood up gracefully and clasped her hands behind her back again before striding over to him. Passing [member="Lord Mythos"], she pulled a handkerchief out of her robes and threw it in his direction

"Don't bleed out on me, Mythos. Or I will leave your corpse in the void."

A small smile played over her lips under her helmet as she spoke, but her voice was the same old dry rasp. He had done well, even if he go himself hurt prematurely. She strode over to the rightmost door, a massive wall of steel on rails, blocking their path. Ophidia looked at it, and at the broken electronics that surrounded them. In order to prevent their access, the troopers had locked the doors and destroyed the panels. There was no other option, but to cut through. Her scarlet blade whirled about and was forcibly inserted into the metal before she started carving a circle. It was a laborious task, but faster than going around.

 

[Mythos]

He could not help but to laugh snatching the cloth from the air and pressing it against his ears in an effort to stem the pressure. The pain was excruciating, like popping various blood vessels in the eyes but it did not last as his breath caught up. After wiping himself off the cloth was soaked in blood clogs and upon looking at it Mythos shrugged and he put it on a pocket as he arose from the ground.

His vision took a bit to normalize and his balance was back to normal after the first three wobbling steps. His eyes focused on the crimson blade carving into the wall and he stood back to examine the situation, broken panels and sparking short circuited electrical systems.

"The day i become a liability i'll throw myself off a cliff in Iridonia." His black core lightsaber slammed next to hers and began carving into the wall to slice their way through faster. His strength was coming back with every second and before soon his stamina was normalized by the pumping adrenaline and the wounds he had suffered were channeled as energy through pain. Sweat from his brow was rare considering the cool temperature and the dance of the black core lightsaber and the crimson blade of his master soon had the way cleared.

"Who exactly are we here to kill? What makes them so damn important?" Probably not the best moment for a casual conversation but he was not going to let a moment of master apprentice bonding time get hampered by such petty things as imminent death.
[member="Darth Ophidia"]

 

[Darth Ophidia]

"Tell me, if we were here to simply kill them. Why did we not just tear their ship to shreds and pick apart the escape pods?"

Ophidia placed her lightsabre in a reversed grip in her left hand for safekeeping while putting her right palm on the metal they had cut away. The Force gathered up inside her rapidly as she prepared to blow out the piece before the cuts could cool and the metal re-solidify. She was not just going to blow it in, but send it into the room beyond like a projectile and clear a path for them.

"Four politicians fled from Glee Anselm after we busted a terrorist cell. Three are of little importance, but the Forth is carrying vital information about rebel cells across the Empire. He is to be retrieved."

The Rattataki sent a surge of power through her arm, sending the metal slab into the room beyond like a projectile. Her left hand then threw her lightsabre into her right and she ducked through the hole nimbly. There was no time to waste. The moment she blew the door in, the bomb was set and activated with a 10 minute timer. Time was of the essence. Of course, the two Sith did not know this.

The room they entered was less full than the others. It was the last room before the ship's bridge, where their victims would be located. However, some resistance would be present.

[member="Lord Mythos"]

 

[Mythos]

Too often did Mythos forget the sheer power of his master, as the blast of energy sent the metal trough and cleaving into the enemies that awaited on the other side

Pain was a daily thing, something you get used to in the sith assassins or in the combat roles for the empire in general, Mythos had gone a different route by it, he let it make him strong. Diving behind his master he shut his light saber off while on the roll and was behind his masters' heels in no time. The answers she gave him were sufficient and even though he was not informed of the specifics,it would have mattered little.

In the surprisingly tight room Mythos noted several troopers that opened fire upon them instantly, tired of the game, Mythos force jumped to a wall on his right and once again off it in the direction of the fire, before the fifth blaster shot was fired the man was split in half and his scorched corpse littered the ground beneath his feet. Flanked Mythos found himself under-fire from the left which he deflected back in a tight, chest placed lightsaber position that sent the bolt into the trooper's face, next another bolt from the right which he deflected with a chop downwards and the bolt was sent back striking the trooper in the knee, sending him to the ground in pain.

His hand extended as his back straightened and the downed man was brought screaming to his feet and levitated several feet in the air struggling before his neck snapped in the vulgar display of power.
"You Face Death"
His words were made truth, his will was made real.
[member="Darth Ophidia"]