Assertion of Power

[WolfMortum]

The Planet of Skye,​

Canaitith Mountains.​

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The Canaitith Mountains were home to the Academy of Initiates, the starting point of all who would later enter into the Order of the Knights of Ren, the servants and deliverance of the Supreme Leaders Will towards the rest of the Galaxy. Caehl Ren had not been here in some time, in fact since the first day he stood within First Order space, he had been brought here and entered into their domain willingly giving all that his name carried, to be inducted and used for a much greater purpose. His place would then find home within the Bastion of Ren upon the world of Virgillia; yet it was here that his real life had begun, the only life that carried any true meaning in the Galaxy. It was here that he would return, not for his own sake but for the interests of Sieger Ren himself.

In the absence of the Supreme Leader, standards had fallen in Caehl's eyes. He was but a lowly Disciple, a nobody within the Order as all Disciples ought to be until proven themselves otherwise, this was his belief and he owned it. To recognize that they were weakening however, to see so many defect to the rising Sith Insurgency and to defy his superiors advice and seek them out, kill them for their treason alone without the presence of his peers, it echoed the complacency that had surrounded their Order in the new found peace they had erected with the Galactic Alliance. The deterrance of War and the Supreme Leaders silence however did not change the oath they had given, their lives were his and they would not forget this.

Having called together a group for the purpose of reminding them all of their loyalty to Sieger Ren, Caehl Ren had found that by his experiences, nothing brought the prospect of loyalty out in others like true violent confrontation and the testing of their pride. The Disciple that stood before them now, had never led a lesson or sought to teach others, he was a killer and one who would enter into the face of defiance to stand before the First Order and whatever their enemies would throw against them. He had found success and failure on the field of war, he had bled and even sought to give his life for the cause, only to be saved by the First Order Security Bureau and the generosity of Decitus Ren.

Slowly the others would enter into the room to find that he was standing upon the far side, the open hall leaving plenty of room within the center, an interior clearing for which they would all spill blood upon if not only to remind themselves of the neutrality and importance of their purpose above that of their own desires. Awaiting them, he stood in full Armor, his Helm adorned atop his head and keeping the scars from their last fierce battle hidden before his peers. There had been many battles he had entered into since yet none as grueling as that of Bespin within the Hilikan Plant, none worthy of his time like the rivalry he took into against those three Jedi...Alliance filth.

At his back lining the wall stood his Supporting members of the Omega strike team, designated a specialized team of elite fighters under the authority of Samka Derith herself, those that Brennan had recruited and fought alongside. Here they would offer those whom requested it, the opposition they might likely expect outside of the First Order, a true fight should there be some among them who forgot the importance of their readiness to enter into combat upon the command of their great overlord, no matter who their targets were to be.

"Ready yourselves" Caehl Ren called to the group, his left hand leaving his right from behind his back to gesture to the floor before him, awaiting them to take their positions and then listen as he was to explain himself, to elaborate on why even some of his very own superiors had been summoned here in such a way by someone as insignificant as he was. Sieger Ren demanded such an act, he needed not command Caehl for the Disciple to see reason in this confrontational reunion.

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Spoiler

Masters of Ren:

[member="Kriel Firin"]
[member="Samka Derith"]
[member="Kyrel Ren"]


Knights of Ren:

[member="Wolf"]
[member="Isla Ashen"]
[member="Greifen Ren"]
[member="Varus Ren"]
[member="Jaron Lesan"]
[member="Castor Ren"]
[member="Kaalia Voldaren"]
[member="Zmej Ren"]
[member="Ara Ren"]
[member="Magnus Ren"]
[member="Darth Malleus"]




Disciples of Ren:
[member="Phenex Ren"]
[member="Misha Ren"]
[member="Perth Levov"]
[member="Soleil Ishtar"]
[member="Skylar Walker"]
[member="Mishel Zanteres"]
[member="Julius Thonn"]
[member="Aralu Sar"]
[member="Amit Nykoan"]
[member="Jacques"]
[member="Drovan Ren"]
[member="Jyora Veyla"]
[member="Milo Ren"]
[member="Elani Zambrano"]
[member="Evaelyn Zambrano"]
[member="Anora Shaw"]
[member="Kayla Wylen"]
[member="Arcana Altana"]
[member="Ery'lyn Ashaal"]

 

[Mishel Kryze]

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PLK3NuGFq80[/media]​

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Many a thought weighed upon her mind, as Mishel walked to the summons of one [member="Caehl Ren"]. Her thoughts laid to that of their Father, their Supreme Leader and her own sins. She could no more lie to her father than she could to herself. It had been a mistake to trust the Jedi, and it had been a mortal sin to dare think that they could ever have the capacity to truly care. The teenager had born witness to their own misguided atrocities, on Skor and again on Bespin the former more so than the latter. Adorned in the standard armour and helmet of Ren, she bore her own lightsaber as it hung clipped to her belt she made her way through the Bastion of Ren. The dark halls surrounded her like the fires of hell surround a sinner in the hour of his death. Her footsteps bore the sound of the burden, her burden, as they traversed the ground beneath them, Mishel lifted her head the helmet too rose and greeted the darkness with the void.

Concealed behind the mask were her emotions, the slow burn of the light, hazel-green coloured orbs were choked the burning orange embers. Choked by darkness's hand, as the essence of light began to decay eroded by Hazel's own darkness. Drowning in what Seiger had wrought, in what Mishel's own pride would soon bring to bear. She stopped momentarily somewhere between the start of the hall and the end where the door lay closed to the world. So too had she closed herself from her own brethren she refuted them at every opportunity and yet so dared to call herself one of them. Whatever purpose the young disciple, brother Caehl had summoned her she hoped it would be quick so that she could return to her own meditations to once more try to walk the fires. As she sought to repent for her sins and as she looked down at the armour that now adorned her body the young Tygaran wanted to rip it from her own body. Little did she know that her own reckoning would be at hand, and as she turned to head toward the door the girl would be met with brother Caehl and his own... entourage as it were. She knew not the machinations of her family as of late, indeed she had been so concerned with her own duties she had long forgotten, no not forgotten but long put aside her duties.

Something she was sure to correct in the very near future. Mishel took a breath, the sound of such known through the mask but her identity for now hidden away although it would not take long to know who she was. Much like the young man, she too was but a disciple. The cybernetic hand curled into a fist and then relaxed at her side. There was little in the way of familiarity with the others in the room, she knew only the brother through her brief meeting with him on Bespin.

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[Kyrel Ren]

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How long has it been since he had been back? Months, years? He had completely lost track. What he did remember about being within the place was when he was initiated as a Disciple. This was where it all began. Where Thomas Kyrel died and reforged into Kyrel Ren. He walked through the halls the walls dark and filled with a dark aura that was filled with the energy of the Dark Side. Kyrel reveled in it. It was where he got his power from. He had relied upon his Anger, Rage, and Pain to give him strength. In the end, it gave him power. It was what has allowed him to survive his brush with death, it has wah allowed him thus far to find the power to be declared as a Master of Ren. ​

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He had walked in a purposeful stride, his breathing echoing across the halls eerily as if the very walls themselves were hollow. His hate turned into an icy chill that if it could his dark side aura could turn the very walls and floor he walked upon. Over the time he had spent from a Disciple to a Knight and then finally a Master. He had walked into Hell itself, faced enemies none of which he would have had no chance. But against all odds, he emerged stronger than ever, if not more powerful. He was the ultimate warrior, he was one of the best the Supreme Leader had and no matter who stood in his path he would crush them with all of his might. ​

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Along with his breathing, his cape flowed gently with each step he made on the hard duracrete floor. He had come here to test himself against he brethren and show them of why he was the Supreme Leader's Enforcer. He had kept walking through the dimly lit halls until he had approached the chamber that led to the sparring room. His compatriots would know of his arrival by the intense cold that could be felt through the Force and the sound of his breathing. The door opened and he saw two of the Disciples known as Mishel Ren, and Caehl Ren. Both Disciples of whom he had known before. In the large room, he looked upon them, his lightsaber at his side. The weapon that he had since the Battle of Kaeshana. It activated with a snap hiss, the crimson blade emerged as he walked into the large room. It was a room he was acquainted with as he himself tested against training droids and other Disciples. It was dark with a hard Duracrete floor and it was open space. The perfect area for a fight. He slowly advanced upon them, he walked as if he was death itself, and kept the saber at his side waiting for the other arrivals.​

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[member="Mishel Zanteres"] [member="Caehl Ren"]​

 

[WolfMortum]

Two of them, such a result was a disappointment where Caehl had spent years now serving alongside so many. Was this the current state of the Knights of Ren today? Among those that stood before him, [member="Kyrel Ren"] had at the least graced them with the presence of a superior. The upper echelon of the Order of Ren were undoubtedly taking to higher priorities than the mere summons of a Disciple yet among his peers, [member="Mishel Zanteres"] was the only other upon Caehl's level, she of whom he believed was there on Bespin during the Galactic Alliance's attack of the world and it's surrounding sectors, yet had very little to do with Caehl himself no doubt due to his usually reserved and withdrawn demeanor. The Disciples attitude since that battle however had turned, his attention shifting away from his own pursuits the moment he had sought to end all and give all to their illustrious Supreme Leader, the tongues of flame and burning of metal washing away the remnants of his former life, a purifying finale in zealous glory.

Extending a hand in gesture to Kyrel Rel, the Disciple requested that he stave his fondness for battle only long enough that they might recall upon the true nature of their purpose as members of the Order of Ren. He had sought to remind others though perhaps asking nicely was not going to suffice; for the time being they few within the room would need to make do. He was taking liberties in stepping well outside of his place as a Disciple among them yet such a need was called for, not by his superiors nor the First Order but in his believe, the very core of everything that he stood to represent under the watchful gaze of Sieger Ren demanded a greater adherence to his will. The Ren were to be his hand, the hand that guides those fighting for his namesake...-And yet somehow they had been lost to the likes of the Sith. Those that the Knights of Ren believed themselves to be above, disgusted by the misconception of those few that were made aware of their cause, that they might in fact be one in the same. How incredibly, this infuriated Caehl Ren to no end.

"Before we begin, Kyrel" Caehl spoke up, stepping closer "Remind us of our purpose". Caehl himself had the words already and had planned on being rather blunt about the matter yet for there to be one with the experience of Kyrel's, he wished to hear from the Master on the subject of the purpose of the Order of Ren. The Supreme Leader demanded their best, restraint for fear of being disciplined was no longer a concern to Caehl's mind nor did he have a problem cornering their superior with the demand. Their lives were forfeited the day they had given their oath of loyalty to the Ren; from that day they ceased to exist as individuals and instead become tools for his service and benefit, molded by his design and none others. Temporary pain and punishment could be handled so long as his will was being carried out and this was what Caehl wished all to remember. That they had nothing to lose and everything to give for the pride and glory of Sieger Ren.

[member="Mishel Zanteres"] | [member="Ara Ren"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Sir Cairo Laurant"] | [member="Samka Derith"] | [member="Castor Ren"]​

 

[Zmej Ren]

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Home, sweet home.

After what felt like eternity, Skye’s cold mountains welcomed Sieger Ren’s daughter once again. Relentlessly pushing through a raging blizzard, a lone shuttle bearing the First Order’s insignia approached the secret academy’s location. Aboard it shined a presence that seemingly desired to match the storm’s anger, announcing Zmej Ren’s approach. The shuttle slowly touched the designated landing pad, ignoring the snow and bone-chilling temperature. A hiss, followed by a white cloud of fog, and the vessel’s belly opened, lowering a ramp upon which the Ren’s heavily armoured figure marched down with mean thuds. Snowflakes clouded her vision, harsh winds toyed with the cloak draped around her shoulders, yet the purposeful stride’s pace remained unaffected. No longer a disciple, the young woman was the one to receive salutes from the trainees. A knight, war veteran, carrying several proofs of pain and battle on her body and armour alike, she occasionally returned the gesture as she ventured within the academy’s walls. There’s been a call for the Ren, one she intended to answer and declare her return.

Despite the underlying fury radiating off her signature in the Force, those skilled enough in seeing into another’s aura would spot needles of regret as well, sticking deep into her very soul.

She had failed.

While recovering from a grisly war injury that nearly claimed her entire arm, the Ren had been unable to stop several weaklings from turning on the Supreme Leader and defecting to the Sith. It was a tragedy, really, carving a salt-filled insult into the First Order’s elite organisation and leaving it as a crippled joke. Infinite hatred burned in her heart and she thirstily drank from the dark side’s well of power. Only happy memories of wiping the floor with Kaalia Voldaren in this academy’s very walls offered Zmej a bit of satisfaction, a taste of the future. She wanted to face the little traitor again, desperately lusting for an encounter that would see the failed Jedi trainee’s red-haired head severed. Harrison’s head, too. And just about anyone’s who would doubt the First Order’s strength.

Finally, the thudding reached an end as she stepped into the room, several signatures and presences clashing with her own almost instantly. The most powerful ones she recognized and her helmet turned ever so slightly to let her sulphur eyes fall upon Kyrel. Now more Vader than ever, the man had finally grown into a fearsome opponent. Making a mental note not to underestimate his abilities, the plate-clad blonde addressed her colleague.

“Kyrel Ren. Master of Ren. I must apologize for thinking you were weak when we last met.” Zmej spoke from underneath the helmet, her voice filtered and coming out more menacing than it normally would – and also hiding hints of mockery that poisoned her words.

Finally, the corrupted gaze shifted over to Caehl. He presented a completely new, unknown element, and Zmej only prayed the man had not been exposed to the likes of Voldaren and their feeble ways that undermined the strong ways of Ren. Caehl had displayed initiative though and that she could not deny, instantly increasing his value in her eyes, and she eagerly awaited what he had to say and show.



[member="Caehl Ren"] [member="Kyrel Ren"] [member="Mishel Zanteres"]

 

[Mishel Kryze]

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nxvEbqKZy-0[/media]​

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There was little in the way of pleasantries from Mishel, although the sense of [member="Zmej Ren"]'s presence struck her the moment the blonde touched the ground on Bastion. [member="Caehl Ren"] had asked for Kyrel to show them, to remind them of why they were all here. Her thoughts wandered to Zmej just as the knight entered the room. Her eyes followed the woman who then spoke to brother Kyrel, now a master within their order. "Welcome home, sister," Mishel greeted her plainly and motioned for Zmej to stand with them, "Caehl this is Sister Zmej, sister this is Brother Caehl, of our newest Disciples." Of this, the other woman must have no doubt of but the pleasantries would end here. The Tygaran's voice had been clouded by the modulator on the helmet, the weight of not only Connor's betrayal but that of Kaalia's weighed on them.

More so Kaalia's than Connor's, Kaalia had defected - left their family, turned her back on all of them for the sake of power. Self-power, ambition and greed. Everyone who stood here knew their purpose, their purpose was to serve their father's will and to see to it that the galaxy knew order once more. Mishel had a lot to atone for herself, she had led herself to believe that the selfless group of Jedi that Kismet had spoken of still existed. But this was fraud, a myth for they did not exist and as Master [member="Samka Derith"] explained they were replaced by murderous zealots. She could sense something here within the atmosphere, and looked up a moment her helmet glinted within the dullness of the light and then turned her facade in Caehl's direction once more as they waited for Master [member="Kyrel Ren"] to speak, or perhaps he'd let his lightsabers do that for him.

It would not have been Mishel's first time to be in on such a meeting. She narrowed her gaze, as her hand went for the hilt of her lightsaber. They were hardly a family that got around for dinners together and discussed their days. No, they were a more blood and gore kind of family this much she knew and it was this she expected. Always be on your guard, was something that had been taught to them from an early age. She eyed the line of Ren behind Caehl, the teenager knew little of them and held much of her own suspicions at bay.

 

[Kyrel Ren]

https://youtu.be/ydKs8l5exsc​

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Kyrel looked all around him his saber still clutched tightly within his grasp, his second Lightsaber the one with whom he had named Vader's Bane was one seen on the other side of his belt. He had heard the crystal had come from Mustafar not far from Vader's Castle now Kyrel's dwelling, and the sight where Vader was defeated in his duel with his former Master, the saber was bonded to him but he had not used it lest his rage take control of him in the direst circumstances, of course he might even use it during Training as he could use more exposure to Jar'Kai Lightsaber Combat. He looked to Mishel eyeing her as she moved to grab her saber, of course, he couldn't tell what she was thinking underneath that mask, but he had the idea that she was feeling anxious and wary of what his next move would be. ​

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With a message sent through the Force he brought his Daughter [member="Varas Kyrel"] here, giving her the message to now enter the chamber along with the two disciples [member="Zesiro"] and [member="Tin'tinag"] one with whom he took pity on and took under his tutelage and as for the other had cornered during the Rebel Incursion on Thakwaa and gave her the choice of joining the Order of Ren or die. As for Varas for months following the Battle of Hoth, she had been on Kamino a world largely controlled by the Remnant, pretenders to the legacy of the Empire when one facility belonged to the corporation of Tmoxin Temi a servant of his who he had gained through black mail. Varas was the result of cloning through the DNA of both him and Tmoxin in a personal ambition to keep Kyrel's Bloodline alive and follow in his footsteps should he ever die. Now would be the first time for her to meet the Ren and what they thought of her. He announced to them all as looked back "Ah Varas how nice of you to join us. Brothers, Sisters this is Varas Kyrel my spawn who will be joining this Order." ​

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He then looked through the visor of his helmet and with a scowl underneath his mask looked upon the Knight with disdain. He had hoped to not see her in his presence again, especially after the mission of when he led the massacre on the Marzoon Academy now it seemed like a life time ago, when it was the better part of a few months. He could tell she was mocking him through her words and this stirred his anger slowly that he made known through the Force as he began to speak. "You will show some respect Sister Zmej when addressing a Master, or I will have to put you in your place." He said staring her down, his grip on his saber tightened through his gloved hand, that even for a moment he thought the prosthesis would surely crush the saber, the words he spoke were venomous masked by the enunciator that enhanced his vocal chords through the mask.​

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He then continued when asked to speak of the purpose of why they were here. He as a Master and as the Enforcer for the Supreme Leader, the mailed fist of Sieger Ren knew that much. He shifted his gaze from Zmej to them all and they began to speak slowly as his anger began to simmer down, and his grip loosened. "We are here because we are extensions of the will of the Supreme Leader. When we stepped through these halls as long as every one of us who was a Disciple, past, present, or future. We have all sworn an oath to him. We live to serve him, his will is our will, his power is our power. We have sworn absolute fealty to him if we are asked to die by him we shall, if we are asked to live we shall if we are asked to grow stronger than we shall. Personal matters are placed second when it comes to the Supreme Leader as he has granted us purpose with that purpose is why we are here today. We are here because of purpose because it drives us to become strong and becoming strong we prove ourselves of serving him. If anyone breaks that oath within the Order whether it be me, or anyone of you in this room they are held under the pain of death. This Order will not suffer traitors, nor deserters. I say this to all of you as the oath we have taken is one not taken lightly. In this Oath, we live to serve and in serving we serve his vision for a vision of peace, order, and stability for all beings. We are gifted to be in his very presence and to even serve him and the wisdom he holds. That is why we are Ren, that is why we are here. Now we will commence this as it is his will for his children to become strong, and we do not aim to disappoint our Father." ​

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He said raising his saber slowly, looking at everyone of the Ren, he allowed his anger and pain to manifest into power. The Dark Side gives him all he needed, and it was time to show it to his brothers and sisters. For a moment all that was heard was the chilling sound of his breathing as he prepared himself, and said looking at each one. "Who will challenge me first." He said as he had no intention of holding back on his opponent.​

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[member="Mishel Zanteres"] [member="Zmej Ren"] [member="Ara Ren"] [member="Caehl Ren"]​

 

[Cyril Ren]

Warily entering the hall where she was to meet, Cyril was hoping she could prove her loyalty. Arriving a little after [member="Kyrel Ren"] had given his speech, she didn't know what to expect. Her cape flowing behind her as she entered the room, she stopped and turned her head to look at the others already there. With her black helmet somewhat restricting her vision and movement, she turned her head and parts of her body to see the group that had gathered there. Spotting Master [member="Kyrel Ren"] there, she approached him and bowed, lucky to be his apprentice by showing her appreciation towards him. She soon wondered what was to come. Then, he had spoken. Backing up to the back of the crowd, she wasn't ready to anger anyone. Soon, she had thought of another Disciple, one that would probably let his pride get the best of him and challenge Master Kyrel.

The man she thought of was quite strange, and she was wary of if he did show up. She knew the man was about 10 years older than her. Starting to fear what would happen if he were to walk in, she shook the thought off. Instead, she reminisced on how she felt about the First Order, and what Sieger Ren meant to her. To her, she would dedicate her life to Sieger Ren and the First Order, afraid that if she didn't, she could end up dead. Already being very loyal, she knew she wouldn't question Sieger Ren's or the other Masters' orders. She would die for them if she had to. Taking a deep breath, she waited for what was to come next.

[member="Kyrel Ren"] , [member="Jack Napier"] , [member="Mishel Zanteres"] , [member="Caehl Ren"] , [member="Zmej Ren"]

 

[Jack Napier]

Receiving some sort of invitation, Jack picked it up and looked at it. He was to meet in a room at the Academy for a "reminder of why they're Knights of Ren". Heading over there, he started giggling to himself. Almost halfway there Jack began to think of what his duties really meant to him. To him, he believed that he would serve the Supreme Leader and do whatever he asked. Sieger Ren was not someone he wanted to anger, as he was somewhat grateful to him for letting him train as a Disciple. Now having arrived he took a look at everyone in the room. Seeing [member="Kyrel Ren"], he waved, then bowed knowing that was way too much of an informal way to greet him. Adjusting his vest, he then proceeded to pretend to dust off his clothes. Doing this Jack Napier felt like it would make him look refined, in a way. His brown eyes darted around the room for quite some time before seeing something that caught his eye. He had spotted Kyrel's lightsaber being raised. Suddenly more interested, he dared to ask, "What is going on here?" Genuinely curious about what was happening, or was about to. Waiting for a response he tried to stand up straight with his arms at his side, in order to not look rebellious. Smiling he was thrilled to see how everything was about to go down.

[member="Kyrel Ren"], [member="Cyril Ren"], [member="Caehl Ren"], [member="Mishel Zanteres"] , [member="Zmej Ren"]

 

[Elani Zambrano]

There was a clear aura of a twisted form of the Force within the room. One could almost smell it. As the feeling infiltrated Elani's form, she felt ... at ease. It reminded her of home. The first child of Darth Carnifex sought to once more bathe herself in the dark side which is why she found herself surrounded by fellow Knights of Ren. After being cast out by her clan, she was lost, stripped of any wealth or power that she once had.

She was used to this.

This feeling of not belonging. It was something she discreetly craved. The years of isolation only brought this desire out of her. She used it to drive her towards perfection. She would force those around her to acknowledge her power if she had to. But that would come later. For now, she focused on the task at hand.

Elani hid her lightly armored figure beneath her robes and her head was covered by her hood. Only her soft, pale face showed. Her violet eyes slowly scanned the hall she stood in while occasionally locking onto each of her allies around her, taking notes on each of their faces. The ones she could see, that is.

[member="Caehl Ren"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Mishel Zanteres"] | [member="Zmej Ren"] | [member="Jack Napier"] | [member="Cyril Ren"]

 

[WolfMortum]

They were late but more were finally arriving as [member="Kyrel Ren"] began to speak on the purpose for which they would stand united. Watching the Master of Ren, Caehl Ren was not at all disappointed, finally after so much time spent in isolation seeking out the traitors to the First Order who had turned their backs, he was seeing the loyalty that he too shared. That they all were committed to and had given up their identities and former lives to fight for. There would come no praise for Kyrel however, his was a rank that had been earned not for the sake of having his ass kissed but by the blood of their enemy and his indomitable faith in the will of Sieger Ren and the declaration of the First Order's supremacy across the worlds and peoples who sought to stand in the way of progress and true Order. Furthermore, the black caped goliath hungered for combat as was clear to them all by the vibrant glow and hum of the Master of Ren's lightsaber which showered the permacrete stoned floor beneath them all in it's aura; the training session however was not to commence so suddenly. "We will begin shortly" Caehl spoke up in answer to Kyrel, however the masked Disciple soon turned to look upon those who had joined them with more on his mind than simply bloodying one another. Yes that was an exciting prospect for the day, to test their peers in their combatant disregard for those that would step before the Ren out on the battlefield yet much had come to pass lately and none of it had impressed the Disciple, leaving him only to presume that the Master too would have much to say on what was to follow and the primary reason for summoning them all here, "For now there is more to be said...-From the likes of a Disciple such as myself, to speak of such things is preposterous yet such is the state of the Order of Ren today".

"What I speak of is meant not for the Upper Echelon..." Caehl Ren glanced back to that of Kyrel for a moment, offering a brief nod in acknowledgement and respect for the Master, also to suggest that all those above him in rank were too held as an exception to the words he had to cast upon the rest, not as judgement but to serve as a reminder yet again. "Complacency has eaten away at the core of our ranks, and it comes not from the top but from those of us Disciples and Knights of Ren. Such is why I called you here today. To battle one another and to prove you have no fear of giving all for the Ren. To stand upon bloodied and battered bones, to look upon one another and respect the strength that has been cast upon one another without personal bias nor regret but purely to honor that of Sieger Ren whom we are here to serve; these are the goals of today yet why have we the need?" He proposed the question, rhetorical as it were though none the less significant as this was coming from Brennan, the silent withdrawn Disciple when he had first come to the Bastion of Ren. He was of no rightly authority to speak over any other, he would serve and die with his fellow Disciples of not only to salute their Leader from the abyss of Death and yet here he stood talking about the weakness that had spread throughout their ranks and turned them blind to the lies of their own brethren, it disgusted him that Sieger Ren should be so ashamed of his own children. "Traitors. Turncoats. Brothers and Sisters that shared his name have fled to the likes of the Sith, HOW WE ALLOWED THIS TO STAND!?" his tone of voice broke from the cold lack of emotion to an angered outburst, the audio receptors within his mask distorting as he yelled at them seeking some sort of explanation though giving no further time for it. "The blood of traitors is nay dry on my hands...Sieger Ren is silent" that statement alone should frighten them, all of them. Deception had wounded the Order and yet the Supreme Leader had not spoken, had not intervened. "This is not the hour for weakness, it is the hour to prove your loyalty to him. To prove it to every one of your peers. Will you stand silent and opened mouthed like idiots staring back at me as you are or will you shed your dead skin in battle against your peers, prove that you are strong, prove that you care not for the blood of your own so long as you are becoming the hand of his will, divine and righteous in this begotten and wretched galaxy rife in chaos!!!".

"Kyrel Ren will commit to us to pairs..." Caehl then gestured to the far wall to the left of the entrance they had all entered, an assortment of swords, spears and other brute force melee weapons there on offer for each of them to choose, which they might use within this training exercise and testament of glory in the name of the Ren. "Do not stop until your opponent drops. Should you kill your opponent, you will be held accountable, your actions are your responsibility and no one is here to hold your hand. Show as much intelligence as you will strength for we are not animals we are the clerics of progress, do your oath to the Ren justice and prove that you are worth something!". Caehl then pointed to the Master of Ren to take charge while he moved to be the first to take one of the weapons from the weapon-stands lining the far wall, his choice, the two handed bastard sword made for strength and severe battery, a blade of true power when struck against the armor of other, in his cybernetic strength, he hoisted the large blade across his right shoulder and turned back to move towards the center of the room to now take a stand off to the side of Kyrel who would choose their groups, each one of them to pair up with another and if their numbers were odd, then someone would be forced to stand their own ground. This was to be a truly blunt proving of their capabilities, brutal yet effective in sharing some engagement with their fellow disciples, many of those here Caehl himself had not seen in the years that he had already served.

[member="Elani Zambrano"] | [member="Jack Napier"] | [member="Cyril Ren"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Mishel Zanteres"] | [member="Zmej Ren"]​

 

[Zmej Ren]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pilqN-Q_2Vw​

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Kyrel’s spawn. Unsure on how to interpret the message, she regarded the new addition with suspicion expressionlessly masked behind the mask. Needless to say, the recent batch of failures among the ranks of Ren had only strengthened the blonde loyalist’s belief they should not accept everyone who asked for it. For now the armoured figure of Sieger’s Hand remained silent, hearing out what her brothers had to say. Their words spoke true, yet omitted an important detail concerning the treacherous Ren. Blood and origin – neither traitor had a drop of Imperial blood in them, yet both shared a background surrounded by the light side and Jedi ways. Accepting ideological enemies in the first place was a grave mistake – one they could not afford to repeat, as the order’s survival hinged on their ability to persist and push forward, disregarding their individualities for the sake of Sieger Ren and his vision of the future.

More Ren have arrived. Perfect opportunity for making her point.

The emotionless, cold mask slid back, revealing one pale face and two yellow hued orbs that fumed with the dark side’s fury. Zmej Ren’s stern gaze regarded her fellow brothers and sister, wolfish grin curling her lips as she silently addressed each before adding her own bit, voice thick with conviction and Imperial accent.

“Let it be known that both traitors originated from the Jedi order. We have allowed failed Jedi enter our ranks and they proved too weak to grow in strength and reciprocate our hospitality with loyalty and obedience. Never again. As Grand Admiral Thrawn once said, anyone can make an error. But that error doesn't become a mistake until you refuse to correct it. The Jedi are weak. Incompatible with the new order we bring. They have to be completely liquidated alongside their heretical teachings.” The blonde Ren preached, soft thuds accompanying her words as she paced back and forth.

“Some of you might harbour sympathies for the Sith,” stated Zmej, “Perhaps you see them as fellow practitioners of the dark side.”

Her gauntleted palms clenched into fists.

“Eradicate such thoughts. The Sith are weak. I have seen them run like cowards during the battle of Mustafar. They have grown complacent. Lazy. The order that birthed from the Jedi and gave birth to our own now presents another bastion of weakness that stands in our way. But why do I say all this.” She stopped in her tracks, offering a moment of respite as silence settled in.

“The weak are not going to bring justice and order to the people. Don't you agree? Besides, it's always been so. The just settlement of the galaxy lies in our hands, not in the hands of inferior weaklings. Sieger Ren is an ingenious leader who rids people of their hardships, poverty, unemployment, secures them a just position in the galaxy. We, Ren, are those who will help him achieve his vision. Strength. Unity. Loyalty. Each and every single one of us should be proud to have been granted a chance to serve the Supreme Leader as his elite and most trusted agent. And I trust all of you would rather die than fail or even betray our Father.”

She took a step back, mask once more falling in place and hiding the blonde’s face, just as her voice turned distorted and monotone.

“Proceed.”


[member="Caehl Ren"] [member="Elani Zambrano"] [member="Jack Napier"] [member="Cyril Ren"] [member="Kyrel Ren"] [member="Mishel Zanteres"]

 

[Armand Temi]

Upon command her father’s command, Varas entered the chamber with two other disciples of his, a Twi’lek and another named Zesiro. This would be her first time getting to know them, and of course, silently assessing their skills against her own. The air was thick with competitiveness with a strong undercurrent of judgement that threatened to take her legs right out from under her. She realized she was shaking from nervousness and forced herself to breath slow and steady until she could no longer feel her limbs tremble.

A subdued sneer crossed her pretty Hapanesque features, however, when her father called her his spawn. She hated that word as it reminded her of her clinical inception versus being a true product of love, or at the worst an accident, between both parents.

Now is not the time for self pity. Focus.

And luckily Kyrel was perturbed with Sister Zmej and not Varas, though she burned with curiosity over what the fellow Ren had done to cause such open hostility in her father.

As he spoke his words carefully and with determination, all she could picture was how freakish he’d appeared underneath his armor. And for some inexplicable reason, she wanted to raise her hand to challenge him immediately with a passionate fervor that she again, chalked up to either nerves or desperately wanting to impress him.

The fellow Disciples were quiet, all but one who spoke of training in pairs and about responsibility. As he moved to the weapons rack, and another Ren with hair as flaxen as hers took a turn to pontificate. And on a whole Varas agreed with her.

“What if we kill someone by accident?" she asked. "Surely one cannot be held responsible for something they did not mean to do." Her question was a bit of a test to see just how far they would be allowed to take this training exercise. On one level, the Disciple felt protected by her father, but at the same time, she feared him just the same. And just how would he treat her today? Would he coddle her, expect more of her or completely disregard her?

[member="Kyrel Ren"] [member="Caehl Ren"] [member="Mishel Zanteres"] [member="Zmej Ren"] [member="Cyril Ren"] [member="Jack Napier"] [member="Elani Zambrano"]

 

[Elani Zambrano]

Elani took a few paces forward to be just behind [member="Zmej Ren"]. Elani could feel latent power deep within the core of this young woman. She listened closely to Zmej's words as she spoke, not as a woman, but as a Knight of Ren. The power in what she was saying made Elani feel more like she was where she needed to be. Somewhere her power could be used for something good. It was here that she did not feel like just another foot soldiers in an Emperor's war. No. This was something more than that.

And this was her chance to prove herself.

She said not a word as she walked over to the weapon rack and looked over the tools of war for something that would pique her interest. Then she laid her eyes upon a spear. She removed the glove from her right hand and wrapped her hand around the hilt of the spear. With a quick jerking motion she removed the spear from the rack. She held it with a firm grip before looking at her fellow knights. She returned the glove to her hand and undid the knot that held her cape on her. The cape slid swiftly off of her lightly armored form onto the ground with a hushed thud. "I stand ready."

[member="Varas Kyrel"] | [member="Zmej Ren"] | [member="Caehl Ren"] | [member="Jack Napier"] | [member="Cyril Ren"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Mishel Zanteres"]

 

[Mishel Kryze]

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m3qYGaGMSag[/media]​

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"There are no accidents," Mishel said with a quiet fury, "you live to serve, or you die." There was no other way, the teenager knew that now more than ever. She stepped forward into the dim light. Her hand gripped around the hilt of the lightsaber. She took a breath and modulator made the noise, a type of reverse engineering worked to provide Mishel with adequate Tygaran-like air. "There can be no mistake that we have allowed foolish ambitions and the weak Jedi to ruin our order, and it must end." She drew a long breath as a pause came to settle upon her. Her helmet moved, swivelled left and then right. "Intriguing that you now find your way back into our arms, sister." Mishel raised the question at the point and one could almost see the burning goldenrod orbs from beneath the helmet. "More so that you've allowed your own ambitions to blind your crusades," this time she turned to Caehl and then back to Zmej with her free hand. As the other grasped the hilt within her hand once more. Her finger on the activation stud, "and to the new disciples, welcome to your reckoning."

Never the one to wait, never the one to take being told what to do and where. The Tygaran had had enough talk, and looked toward [member="Zmej Ren"] with a knowing glance, albeit concealed by her helmet she could only hope that the two had worked together just enough for her Knight-Sister to understand just where and who she was going for. She pressed down on the activation stud, an amber-orange hue glowed as it activated and radiated with heat. She moved into an offensive neutral stance she took a good look at everyone presented, most were unknown to her but she did not care. She refused to act as brother [member="Caehl Ren"] wanted, if they were to work in pairs then they should do so as it was convenience. "When in battle you may not have an opportunity to remain at your chosen partner's sides. When in battle you may need to improvise," her thoughts went straight to the treacherous Kaalia Voldaren who had forsaken their order and their family. Her thoughts went to Knight-Sister Ara who perished at the hands of the so called New Jedi Order.

Force Speed, had been a skill Mishel had been working with, to manipulate it and within the blink of an eye, she moved. Lightsaber moved from left hand to right, as she generated a fireball and flung it toward [member="Varas Kyrel"], all the while she prayed. 'Blessed Ashira guide my hands and may my feet be swift, pray thou art with me in my hour, beloved Goddess, Mother of All,' was the prayer that lingered within her mind.

[member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Elani Zambrano"] | [member="Cyril Ren"] | [member="Jack Napier"]

 

[Zesiro]

At the mental call of her Master, Zesiro entered the chamber. This would be the first time she had been seen in public by anybody in the castle besides Kyrel and Tin'tinag. When he had brought her here, he had told her she would be protected and kept safe. His word had been kept and now she could come and go freely.

Wearing something akin to what an assassin would wear, but no mask, she stepped into the room. Taking a spot against the wall so as not to interrupt what was being said or draw attention to herself, she looked around at the people.

Not having met any of them before, she did not know who they were, but did not expect any introductions to be made. If they wanted to know who she was, they could approach first. Gone from the young woman was the seductiveness that had gotten her along in her life, while she was still considered attractive, a form of hardness was around her.

Her blue eyes looked from person to person and she did her best to guess what role, part as well as strengths and weaknesses they each had were. Resting her hand on her saber hilt, Zesiro waited until noticed to say anything or call attention to herself.

[member="Elani Zambrano"] [member="Varas Kyrel"] [member="Zmej Ren"] [member="Caehl Ren"] [member="Jack Napier"] [member="Cyril Ren"] [member="Kyrel Ren"] [member="Mishel Zanteres"]

 

[Cyril Ren]

[member="Caehl Ren"]'s and [member="Zmej Ren"]'s words hit Cyril really hard. It finally gave her the motivation she had needed all along. If it weren't for them, she might've backed out of the whole thing. Slowly and cautiously coming out of the back where she was hiding, she stopped and lifted her head towards the collection of weapons. Included there were spears, staffs, maces, and almost any other sort of weapon imaginable. Walking towards the odd assortment of weaponry, she contemplated which one might suit her best.

She eyed a spear, which was way to big for her to be able to use properly. Her eyes then moved to a sword, made of Mullinine. With a nice sharp edge. Eyeing up the rest of the weapons, they didn't seem to fit to her liking. Eventually she came back to the sword and picked it up. Walking away from the weapons, she allowed anyone else to go up and choose.

Wondering who she could be paired up with, she immediately thought of the strange man with white skin. If she were to be partnered with that man, she would show him that she wasn't just some weak young girl, as he probably thought she was. But, even if she wasn't paired with him, she would make sure to give it her all, without killing anybody.

[member="Elani Zambrano"] [member="Varas Kyrel"] [member="Jack Napier"] [member="Kyrel Ren"] [member="Mishel Zanteres"] [member="Zesiro"]

 

[Jack Napier]

Hailing to [member="Caehl Ren"]'s and [member="Zmej Ren"]'s words Jack was ready to prove himself. The weaklings who had defected and joined the "Sith", would pay as soon as he and the others would encounter such puny individuals. His mouth curling up into an evil grin, he strolled over to the arrangement of weaponry. Sifting through the lot there wasn't much that impressed him, until he came upon this one dagger. Immediately snatching it up, he walked away with a smug expression on his face. Interested in what fool he would be partnered up with, he purred like a lothcat about to catch its prey. He would give his all for the Supreme Leader, Sieger Ren.

[member="Elani Zambrano"] [member="Cyril Ren"] [member="Kyrel Ren"] [member="Zesiro"] [member="Mishel Zanteres"] [member="Varas Kyrel"]

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Kyrel was going sick and tired of the constant tangents everyone was going on about. Were these fools deaf or they were a bit hard hearing as he said commence. That means that they were not to speak but to fight. But instead of fighting everyone went into a monologue, it was straight disgusting if the Ren were becoming like this, first and foremost when a Master spoke and said begin they should begin regardless, his anger was increasing as well as his irritation through the presence of Vader's Bane dangling from his belt, the saber was affecting him in more ways then one often making his rage go to the point of bursting and wanting him to wreck havoc upon everyone. It was taking all his willpower not to do anything at this very point.

He decided as both Brother Caehl and Sister Zmej spoke to cut them both off in the middle of their tangents. His rage was like a burning inferno and the mechanical tone of his voice was cold as ice. "Enough... As I respect your passionate words regarding the changes this Order has faced, I will not allow you to make heroic speeches or go into a monologue. Remember this is combat and before I assign you to pairs I would like to say from experience out in the Battlefield. If you think you will say such words to your enemy without getting cut down, consider yourself wrong. They will not hesitate within seconds to take you out and they will not say words as you do. In that aspect, you both have much to learn still... Now if you continue after I said begin then you are disrespecting a Master and that I won't have... So please continue if you feel like losing a limb or spending a month in a coma in the med bay."

He looked upon them both, his anger still there as he fixed them scowls underneath his mask, although his mask portrayed that they were mostly expressionless and therefore they had no idea of what his reaction was, and then he noticed Mishel actually listen for once and attack with a fireball, but when she attacked his daughter he instantly felt the desire to step. He recoiled upon such reactions as he thought they were maternal instincts. Instead, he watched and looked upon them especially Zmej and Caehl. "Ah you see Sister Mishel and my daughter have no issues in the beginning when I said to commence. Hopefully the rest of you especially you two will have no problem following their example." He looked upon them all as he said the pairings and kept his saber at his side waiting for the fighting to begin, those that wanted to face him may move to engage if they had wanted so.

Spoiler

Pairing: 1
[member="Varas Kyrel"]
[member="Mishel Zanteres"]

Pairing: 2
[member="Elani Zambrano"]
[member="Caehl Ren"]

Pairing: 3
[member="Cyril Ren"]
[member="Zesiro"]

Pairing: 4
[member="Jack Napier"]
[member="Zmej Ren"]

(Changes will be made the more Ren jump into the thread.)

 

[Armand Temi]

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lz90JZuOckM[/youtube]​

A female voice spoke up, a Disciple with dark locks and a determined cadence to her words. She was young like Varas, and while the newest Ren agreed with her to some extent, inside her own mind the truth was clear. She served her father and no one else, though she did not dare utter that aloud.

All of this was so new to Kyrel’s daughter that at times she felt like a blind child, grasping around for anything to make her feel more secure and at ease, and at other times, she felt quite the opposite - her eyes wide open, her stance strong, the Force surging through her as it did right at that very moment.

Abruptly a fiery ball hurtled her way, and Varas instinctively dodged it though flames licked at her flaxen tresses, singing the ends on a few stray pieces of hair. At the very same time she could feel the anger from Kyrel as though an inky black tidal wave, crashing down among them, though Varas was unsure that others could feel it. Likely they did. And then a glow of pride blossomed on her cheek at her father’s praise. Emboldened by it, she walked over to the array of weapons and selected a training saber. Igniting it, the crimson blade emerged with a metallic hum and the blonde Disciple gave Mishel a taunting smile, light sword up, Form II salute executed towards her opponent.

[member="Mishel Zanteres"] [member="Kyrel Ren"]