Derisive Umbaran
DROMUND SYSTEM, DROMUND KAAS
KAAS CITY, THE IMPERIAL CITADEL
@[member="Darth Voracitos"]
It was about damn time. Seriously, how long had people been waiting for this moment? Far too long. Tyrin's coup had been delayed for quite some time now, but the time for waiting, plotting, and worrying about other stuff had finally ended. Sometimes the long pause built dramatic tension and made everything so much more cooler when it actually transpired. This waiting period had transcended the dramatic tension and had now become just really, really annoying. The Umbaran had spent quite some time building up the proper connections in the Imperial military and among the Sith. Then he had to get all of those ducks in a row as well. Some people just weren't ever really ready on time when it came to these things. Oftentimes they simply had more important things to worry about or their time to devote was simply... Limited.
But now Tyrin was done putzing around waiting on them. It was his time to shine. Shine on. Like a crazy diamond.
There were others with him. Some probably wouldn't make an appearance until later, some were following him inside directly, others were probably hiding in the shadows trying to be all mysterious and cool as they watched everything transpire. At the very least they could say they witnessed Tyrin's ascension, but directly participating is what most people would consider more impressive. There would be no outside help in this coup. No Mandalorian mercenaries, no Confederate soldiers, no Fringe Lords... Naught but the Sith themselves. It was better that way. This way he didn't owe any favors and it showed he had the majority of the Sith at his back. At least, as much at his back as he could allow bloodthirsty, self-serving sociopaths without endangering himself.
The doors to the Citadel swung open, courtesy of a friend on the inside. The majority of the Royal Guardsmen who watched the door had been called away, courtesy of another friend on the inside. There were only two there to attempt to impede Tyrin as he approached.
"Gentlemen, nothing personal. Well, maybe a little."
They raised their pikes as if to impede him, but the Umbaran simply raised his hands and seized them both telekinetically through the Force. He smashed them into one another. Once, twice, three times. Bones were broken, but otherwise they were alive when he dropped them to the floor. Best to keep them that way. Good help was hard to come by. Besides, it wasn't as if they would be perturbed enough at that having happened to them to willingly open the doors to an angsty, delusional challenger several months after Tyrin's reign was cemented. That would be absolutely ridiculous.
Leaving the Royal Guardsmen in a crumpled, moaning heap on the floor, Tyrin continued on to his destination: the throne room.
KAAS CITY, THE IMPERIAL CITADEL
@[member="Darth Voracitos"]
It was about damn time. Seriously, how long had people been waiting for this moment? Far too long. Tyrin's coup had been delayed for quite some time now, but the time for waiting, plotting, and worrying about other stuff had finally ended. Sometimes the long pause built dramatic tension and made everything so much more cooler when it actually transpired. This waiting period had transcended the dramatic tension and had now become just really, really annoying. The Umbaran had spent quite some time building up the proper connections in the Imperial military and among the Sith. Then he had to get all of those ducks in a row as well. Some people just weren't ever really ready on time when it came to these things. Oftentimes they simply had more important things to worry about or their time to devote was simply... Limited.
But now Tyrin was done putzing around waiting on them. It was his time to shine. Shine on. Like a crazy diamond.
There were others with him. Some probably wouldn't make an appearance until later, some were following him inside directly, others were probably hiding in the shadows trying to be all mysterious and cool as they watched everything transpire. At the very least they could say they witnessed Tyrin's ascension, but directly participating is what most people would consider more impressive. There would be no outside help in this coup. No Mandalorian mercenaries, no Confederate soldiers, no Fringe Lords... Naught but the Sith themselves. It was better that way. This way he didn't owe any favors and it showed he had the majority of the Sith at his back. At least, as much at his back as he could allow bloodthirsty, self-serving sociopaths without endangering himself.
The doors to the Citadel swung open, courtesy of a friend on the inside. The majority of the Royal Guardsmen who watched the door had been called away, courtesy of another friend on the inside. There were only two there to attempt to impede Tyrin as he approached.
"Gentlemen, nothing personal. Well, maybe a little."
They raised their pikes as if to impede him, but the Umbaran simply raised his hands and seized them both telekinetically through the Force. He smashed them into one another. Once, twice, three times. Bones were broken, but otherwise they were alive when he dropped them to the floor. Best to keep them that way. Good help was hard to come by. Besides, it wasn't as if they would be perturbed enough at that having happened to them to willingly open the doors to an angsty, delusional challenger several months after Tyrin's reign was cemented. That would be absolutely ridiculous.
Leaving the Royal Guardsmen in a crumpled, moaning heap on the floor, Tyrin continued on to his destination: the throne room.