Fall From Grace ( Open to all )

[Ben Watts]

( OOC: I am unfamiliar with the situations in Coruscant so forgive any outlandish descriptions. I will edit accordingly. )


"What's the deal with that guy?" A gruff looking man with scars covering his face whispered to a much younger looking, but no less dangerous, man. For a moment the younger man glanced at the back of the ship at the lone man with a hood pulled over his head. Outwardly, he posed no threat, he wore simply clothing but his face was not visible. The robes he wore were tattered and faded as if they had been wore every day for many years.


"New recruit I s'pose." the younger looking guy said as he lit up a cigarette. They were both Imperial soldiers, the bigger man had a rifle slung over his shoulder, while the younger man sat it across his lap. The entire trip the hooded man sat in the corner of the ship not moving, talking, hell he looked dead.


"What's that on his robes?" The younger man said curiously as he grabbed his rifle and leaned forward, his eyes squinting to get a better view. A few moments of deliberation and arguments revealed their answer and the two men shot up and confronted the man.


"Hey, you," The bigger man said gruffly as he poked him in the shoulder with the butt of his rifle. "Why are you wearing a Jedi robe?" He pointed at the faded, but instantly noticeable, symbol of the Jedi on his breast pocket. "You know we are in One Sith territory, right?"


Slowly the man lifted his head and for the first time since they had lifted off his face was visible. His eyes sparkled and did not fit on his ageing face. A large, unkempt beard, with speckles of grey covered most of his face. Wrinkles were becoming visible on his forehead, but, the look in his eye there was no mistaking he was a dangerous man.


"I know where we are." He said simply and lowered his head again. Frustrated the two men argued about their course of action. After a few moments, they lifted their weapons, and pointed them at the man.


"Put your hands where we can see them! You're coming with us!" The ship was beginning its descent and the man let out a sigh and lifted his head again. For a moment there was silence in the air and the two men squirmed in their armor wondering what was going to happen next.


"I surrender." The man said casually as he put his hands in the air. Slowly he stood to his feet and the two quickly arrested him. They slapped cuffs onto his hands and searched him, his lightsaber was confiscated, and he was aggressively shoved back down.


"Holy shit! We captured a Jedi! There is a promotion in this, James!" The two celebrated and looked at the lightsaber, apparently, never once holding one in their lives.


"Be careful with that." The man said quietly, if he was worried, he did not show it.

"We know what we are doing, Jedi!" He snapped back at him. "What is your name, anyway?" He said curiously.

"Ben Watts, you might have heard of me." Ben smiled casually and chuckled to himself. And just like that, he was in the custody of the One Sith, now he just needed to get in front of someone important to explain his story.

 

[Kenrath]

[member="Ben Watts"]

Vengeance shook his head from his seat on the transport watching the two soldiers. It was an entertaining situation to be sure. He sat sit in casual clothes from his trip to the middel of nowhere. He let the two men have there fun for a few minutes before he stood makign his way over to the three of them.

"To capture a Jedi you must first defeat one."

He appeared to glance over the Jedi before turning back to the soldiers.

"This one looks far from defeated..............looks like no promotions for either of you."

He smirked at the men lifting a hand and pulling with the force at the saber in their hands.

"If you knew what you were doing with it then he would not have felt the desire to caution you."

Vengeance turned to the Jedi.

"My name is Vengeance..............I am going to go out on a limb and say Master..........Watts." "What brings you to Coruscant if I may ask?" "More importantly do Corvus or any of the Jedi Masters know you are here?"

His voice was calm and even almost as if speakign to an old friend. Vengeance did however paused to look at the two Soldiers as if to say shit down and shut up.

 

[Ben Watts]

"Vengeance, huh?" Ben said sarcastically as he glanced the man over. He had never seen him before, but, he had also been out of the loop for a while now. Not having access to the manifest the Jedi kept on the Sith it was hard for him to gauge the people he was facing. But, if all went well, he wouldn't have to lift a finger this day.

It had been far to long since he had been in the presence of another force user. At least talking to them face to face. He had spent his time away from these people, the Sith, and now here he was across from one. In his fantasy he gutted the man, right then and there, but it was a fantasy for a reason. Attacking this man, here, on this ship did nothing for him.

"Coruscant is my home," he said trying to hide the emotion in his voice, but it was no use, when he thought of what had happened.... it made something deep down inside of him churn. It burned fire hot at the mention but he quickly reeled himself back in. "And I no longer answer to Corvus or the rest of the Jedi....... If you can even call them that anymore."

The malice and anger in his voice was obvious now. He adjusted himself as he glanced at the two soldiers who were now quiet. He could see the gears turning in their heads as they slowly began to realize that he was no ordinary Jedi standing before them.

"As for my intentions," Ben said as he began to walk towards the man, his stride confident, the two men grasping their blasters so hard their knuckles were white. He smiled at the two of them and slowly approached Vengeance. "I have come to join your ranks, take the title of Dark Lord of the Sith, and destroy the Galactic Republic."

[member="Vengeance"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

A Jedi Grandmaster, captured without loss. Or effort, from the report that had been read. [member="Ben Watts"] , a man who had become a legend in the Jedi for his skill, calmly let himself be arrested. This was unusual for certain. Was thisnthe real man? Or was thus a farce, someone claiming to be who they really aren't? Darth Ferus simply had to know. Hiding in the back of this transport with [member="Vengeance"] the Sith Lord simply watched. He had attempted to bury his presence as he was known to, but it simply wouldn't work. Yet he continued to hide in the shadows, practically being one himself. It was his job, right?

To an extent at least.

He stepped out after Ben had explained his reason to be here with a chuckle however, red eyes fixating on the Jedi Master with a hint of glee. Of course, Ferus had a simple black cloak on, but the fabric seemed to weave about, hiding his form. Only his glowing red eyes were visible. After the unfortunate run in with Ven'rain, he couldn't help but hide his scarred body. The Sith spoke then, offering a polite nod to this 'Jedi'.

"That's a misconception actually. Many people seem to think the upper echelon of the One Sith are called Dark Lords. There is only one however, and he is more of our Emperor. Of course, if your plan is here to take his mantle, that's am entirely different can of worms." The red gaze shifted over to the Knight, and another tilt of the head was offered as a respectful bow. This right now was truly interesting.

 

[Kenrath]

Vengeance chuckled at the answer [member="Ben Watts"] gave.

"Well then I guess a welcome home is in order."

Vengeance turned towards the sound of the chuckle behind him turning to see the red eye of [member="Darth Ferus"] giving a small smile. He returned the bow with his own.

"Lord Ferus."

He would take a step back deferring to the Sith Lord but staying close to listen to the exchange between the two men. After all had he not just recently been called a mongrel for even opening his mouth. Oh well nobody was perfect.

"There seem to more than a fair share of misconceptions being tossed around these days."

 

[Ben Watts]

"Indeed it is, Vengeance." Ben cocked his head at the new arrival, an imposing looking fellow, to be sure. He corrected Ben on his usage of certain vernacular.

"My mistake." Ben bowed his head respectfully, conceding defeat in regards to the topic of Dark Lords and Emperors. It was not the first time he had exchanged pleasantries with Sith. No, on the contrary, he was known for his small talk and jokes with them. He thought back to when he had first accepted the mantle of Grandmaster. How he had conversed, so casually, with Ashin. He honestly named that moment as the time they had both gained mutual respect for another.

Though he could not shake the..... dirtiness of it all. He was not just exchanging pleasantries, but instead, he was befriending them. Or, at least, trying to. "I will become Emperor, then." He smiled and thought of the title. Emperor Watts. That was a thought, wasn't it? The do gooder Jedi, mister optimist, Grandmaster, Emperor. Might as well collect as many titles as possible.


Finally growing bored of the silly cuffs he was in, Ben focused the force into his wrists, closing his eyes he focused until he knew there was enough. With a boost of strength thanks to the force, Ben broke free from his shackles, and he let out a sigh of relief followed by a casual whistle. He glanced at the two troopers who were quickly realizing that they never had an upper hand on Ben. He kept the grin on his face as he massaged his wrists.


"I think you can trust me without those on." Taking a deep breath he threw his hands into his pocket and he glanced outside as Coruscant came into view. His heart sank at the sight of his former planet and he coughed quickly to distract from the tears beginning to well in his face. "Thanks for treating the place with respect." The words came out more sarcastic than he anticipated.

@Vengeance

[member="Darth Ferus"]

( OOC: I fail at tagging. )

 

[Kenrath]

Vengeance smirked as [member="Ben Watts"] treated the cuffs like they were nothing breaking free.

"I am surprised you kept them on as long as you did."

He turned as the man looked out into the city.

"Most of that was not us." "As I am told you can thank your fellow Jedi for that." "They sacked the city while most of us were fighting other battles in other places."

He turned to the Jedi with a soft smile.

"We may be Sith and yes more of us than I would like to admit are about destroying everything in the Galaxy." "Not all of us however are that way."

Vengeance sighed. So much for not being the silent and invisible one. Truth be told though he was not very thrilled about half the city being in rubble either. Not a week earlier he had been sitting on what was left of the home belonging to his Apprentice.

[member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[Krux Mullarus]

As the transport soared through the skies of Coruscant, it's escort flew close by off of it's starboard side. Mullarus was at the helm of his new vessel, which he likes to call Patriot. It flew like a heavy fighter and had all of the room of a light freighter on board to walk around in. Most of the ship was vertical, so there was a bit of ladder-climbing, but it was far cozier than the last starship he had, which now remained burnt debris on the surface of Balmorra, close to the remains of his organic right middle and index fingers and his halved first lightsaber.

With Patriot's s-foils active, it was able to maneuver comfortably within Coruscant's atmosphere. Why was he here? Mullarus figured he'd assist Knight [member="Vengeance"] with a favor after showing him the ropes of Form VII the other day. Now, Mullarus had completed the constructiom of his new lightsaber, as well as had his new armor finished. That shiny piece of heaven was in a locker in the cargo hold. Mullarus was kicked back behind Patriot's joystick in his comfortable grey robes, the outer black robe draped around his captain's chair.

He managed his own vessel's diagnostic for a moment, then checked that of his target, the transport ship with Knight Vengeance and [member="Darth Ferus"], a renowned name within the Sith that had caught his young ears a couple of times. He certainly didn't admire his method of hiding in the shadows and playing the role of a Sith Assassin, but he supposed it was somewhat admirable...if one were to disregard honor and respect.

Besides those two, there may have been a few other civillians, a few armed guards, but that was just a guess on Mullarus' part. He was never really told what the transport was carrying, he never thought scanning the cargo hold was a good idea, and didn't bother to ask. All he said he would do as a returned favor for Vengeance was act as an escort in case something wanted the transport ship to be destroyed. Thankfully, all was well. The diagnostic reports came back positive on Patriot's computer. Just to be certain, he activated his comlink, linked to that of Vengeance's.

"Everything is golden on the outside, Vengeance. How about inside?" He still did not feel like intruding on what exactly was in the cargo hold of their transport. Whether it was naive of him or not, he trusted the Empire, as well as the other Sith on board.

Well...maybe not the "Shadow of the Dark Lord" with Vengeance as much, but the man couldn't be one of the few chosen directly by the Emperor himself if he compromised the integrity of his own Empire...right?

[member="Ben Watts"]

 

[Ben Watts]

"Is that what they told you?" Ben said with a smirk and a raised eyebrow at Vengeance. Ben was there when they had taken Coruscant, he was there when they crashed the damned ship right through the Jedi Temple, and he was there when Coruscant burned. The screams, he could still hear them, the death all around him. The people cried out for help but Ben had been unable to help them. The hero who helped slay Omni, the golden boy of the Republic, he stood there helplessly as his world burned.


"Propaganda is one hell of a weapon." A sigh escaped his lips and his legs rocked as the ship landed a little roughly on the ground. "Good to know you are one of the good ones." The sarcastic response left his lips as he turned on his heel and gave Vengeance a pat on the shoulder. Vengeance's comm linked crackled to life and another voice came from the other side. "So how long before it gets out that you "captured" me? I wonder if the Emperor will spare me a visit."

[member="Mullarus"]

[member="Vengeance"]

[member="Darth Ferus"]


( Sorry for posting over you Ferus. I was just excited to write is all. Plz forgive me. )

 

[Darth Ferus]

"News has probably already gotten out. One of those 'victory of the One Sith' sort of news. I doubt the Dark Lord himself will come to visit though. Maybe he will. He kind of does his own thing though. His agents I expect to come visit. A hand, voice. Maybe the Wrath. Just have to have patience." Ferus spoke rather calmly, though he offered [member="Vengeance"] a wink. "If more Sith were like this kid, I'd expect the propoganda to be more true than false. If only, right?" [member="Ben Watts"] wasn't the average citizen who'd believe what he was told. The Lord would at least give him the respect of not blatenly lying to his face about the state of the union. "On the surface, everyone seems happy. It's the lesser worlds that probably suffer. I haven't visted very many, so I wouldn't know."

[member="Mullarus"]

 

[Kenrath]

Vengeance shook his head hitting the comm to answer [member="Mullarus"] with an amused look.

"You are a long way from Glee Anselm...........we are fine in here push out into a wide patrol pattern."

He then turned to [member="Ben Watts"] as he was patted on the shoulder.

"What can I say I make a horrible Sith...........besides they were never going to make me a Lord anyway."

He turned to [member="Darth Ferus"] with a chuckle.

"I find the truth is always easier to remember than the lies..........besides I am not ashamed or afraid of what I have said or done so why hide it."

 

[Krux Mullarus]

We are a long way from Glee Anselm...what's that supposed to mean? Mullarus thought.

He shrugged and answered through the comlink with a somewhat confused look on his face as he kicked his legs up on the dashboard of the cockpit, "Uh...yes sir."

He took manual control over Patriot again and banked slightly to his starboard side, taking a wider patrol around the transport. Coruscant was peaceful from up here. Perhaps that was what [member="Vengeance"] meant. To loosen up...?

[member="Darth Ferus"]
[member="Ben Watts"]

 

[Vrag]

The transport would come to an abrupt halt, then, pulled out of its normal route by a much larger vessel. The doors on both sides would hiss open, and a small contingent of the Coruscanti army division would corral all civillian personnel out of the vessel. It wasn't an everyday occurrence, seeing armed troops patrolling en masse on the planet-city, but after the attack by the gutsy, if anonymous rebels, the security had been kicked up a notch.

Ot ten.

The two soldiers that had apprehended [member="Ben Watts"] in the beginning may have been too lax in their protocol of handling a Jedi — however unlikely it was to find one at the heart of the One Sith territory — but they had nonetheless reported the arrest up the chain of command.

And that was all it took.

The name was old, and though memory fades, databases do not. And a name like that? You best be sure it set off some bells across the system. Bells that made a loud enough noise to rouse the bigger beasts from their slumber, and as luck would have it, one of them was in the orbit of Coruscant, managing the defense fleets around the world. Since she disliked space even more than Jedi, it didn't take much convincing for the firrerreo to grab her chance and delegate the tedium of arranging ships to someone who found it far more satisfying.

A short dropship ride later, and the Sith was planetside, stopping the tagged transport with an entourage of well-armed soldiers in tow. The two slackers whose promotion lay broken and sizzling on the floor snapped to attention at the sight, blood draining from their faces until the color matched their knuckles.

"The Emperor will spare you kark all."

The Hand of the Dark Lord boarded the vessel, horns and skull and the whole shebang. The dull echo of her chitin boots rang across the metal floor as she approached the trio, quickly singling out the purpose of her visit. [member="Darth Ferus"] was a familiar figure, and the Sith Knight, [member="Vengeance"], had taken part in many a campaign as well. The third party, then, remained an unknown.

Sure, there were files on the man, professing a multitude of skills and listing achievements, but they might as well be dust. The former Grand Master of the Galactic Republic had vanished on this same planet, some eight years ago now. How… fitting, that he reappear on Coruscant.

Different lords and masters, perhaps, but the scenery looked much the same.

"Sorry to break it to you, Golden boy, but most of the galaxy has forgotten you. You have five seconds to give me a good reason why I should believe you instead of throwing you in a cell."

Making no effort to hide the motion, Vrag wrapped her fingers around the hilt of her lightsaber and let her arm rest against her side, thumb only a breath away from the switch. Former Grand Master or not, the man was a Jedi whose intent was unclear at best, and she disliked unknowns even more than space.

Fortunately, a plasma blade through the heart was a good solution to most of them.


[member="Mullarus"]

 

[Ben Watts]

"If more Sith were like him I doubt the Galaxy would hate you as much." He spared Vengeance a glance and nodded at him. He doubted he cared about the words of some Jedi who had seemingly turned himself in but it was a nice gesture on Ben's part. He was in the middle of trying to make some quip about the Dark Lord title, about how silly it sounded, but the doors parted and the feeling in the room changed almost immediately.

Ben had been around long enough to tell when an authority figure walked into the room. The two guards snapped to attention and Ben glanced at the two Sith who were in the room with him. He arched his eyebrow as he looked over the woman and her weapons who stood in front of him. The way she carried herself, the way the two soldiers immediately snapped to attention, the way she spoke, she was someone to be feared. On top of it all he could feel the power of the darkside spilling off of her being like a glass of water stuck under a tap while the water overflowed.


"Golden boy, huh, I like it." A joke was probably not the best thing in the world but he was notorious for his jokes at the most terrible of moments. If he listened hard enough he could feel Darron Wraith face palming behind him to this day. "Well then it shall make for a grand return don't you think? Golden Boy Ben Watts, alive, well, and working with the One Sith." It sounded most grotesque as it left his lips. The idea of his allegiances changing, ah, the Jedi would surely drop their jaws to the floor.


"As I have told these two fine gentleman," Ben started cheerily but his tone turned dark. Though he was older, the confidence he carried with him never faulted, and he kept the same attitude he always had when facing someone as dangerous as the woman who stood in front of him. He was never an imposing figure, nor was he the smartest, but there was no denying that below his cheery demeanor lay a man of power. And it was noticeable in his voice as he spoke. "I have come here to join you, become your new...." He glanced in the direction of Darth Ferus. "Emperor..... Then I shall destroy what I created in the Galactic Republic. What does it hurt to not believe me?"

[member="Vrag"]

[member="Mullarus"]

[member="Vengeance"]

[member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Coruscant was a happenin' place these days, even more than usual.

That's what happens when a once famous Jedi Grandmaster shows up out of the blue and hands himself over to a couple of bewildered Sith soldiers who undoubtedly couldn't believe their luck. Except that such news had now drawn the attention of some of the most powerful Sith Lords and Ladies back to the Imperial Center, and while Lady [member="Vrag"] had the fortune of being near the planet during the hullabaloo there were some who purposefully put their long distance plans on hold just to rush back to Coruscant.

Darth Vornskr was one such gentlemen, and within a short amount of time after @Ben Watt's arrest several warships bearing his signature thundered into the space above Coruscant, including his flagship the Ruination. He quickly patched into Vrag's personal communication's channel, requesting her to answer immediately. He hadn't heard the name of the former Jedi Grandmaster in so many years, and even now his mind flashed back to the before time when he was an Emperor over an Empire that seemed too large to fall.

And then it did.

So his insistence to see the Jedi was understandable.

 

[Kenrath]

Vengeance was about to say something else when he heard the boot steps and turned. Who he saw made him smirk slightly. He was not sure he had ever met her before but the armor and the rumors were a dead give away.

He gave her a slight bow just as he had given [member="Darth Ferus"] but did not speak.

Instead he turned to look back at [member="Ben Watts"] and shook his head.

"Jokes would be a bad idea right now." "As would any comments about the Dark Lord."

Vengeance showed not a single ounce of fear but the look in his eyes said the presence of [member="Vrag"] killed any remaining chances of civility in the room.

[member="Mullarus"] [member="Darth Vornskr"]

 

[Krux Mullarus]

When [member="Vrag"]'s craft soared past him, it took Mullarus by surprise. For a moment, he grabbed the joystick before him and banked Patriot around to engage, but the craft had the One Sith emblem painted quite largely on the side. No, that was a dropship. There was room for a squad or two of soldiers!

Could it have been pirates in a stolen Imperial dropship?

Mullarus hailed it, "Imperial dropship, what is yo-"

"We are here on behalf of a Hand of the Dark Lord, Charger Freighter, mind your tongue!" was the answer he got.

The Hand? Or- A Hand? How many Hands did the Dark Lord have? Why was one here, boarding [member="Vengeance"] and [member="Darth Ferus"]' transport? What is going on over the-

Suddenly, dozens of new targets pinged onto Patriot's computer. Big targets. An entire fleet! Over Coruscant! All bearing the signature of a [member="Darth Vornskr"]. Well, Mullarus had never quite heard that name before, but if he had an entire fleet of warships all clinging to his name like bees to honey, he must have been important.

Why does a Hand of the Dark Lord get a small dropship, but this guy gets an entire fleet?

"Vengeance, an entire fleet of Imperial warships bearing the name of someone called Darth Vornskr just popped out of hyperspace over Coruscant. What in the name of the Force is going on on that transport?"

[member="Ben Watts"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

"Ah, sorry. The Dark Lord is just called that. I meant emperor as his position, not his actual rank." A light shrug was offered to [member="Ben Watts"] as a continued apology. Ferus wasn't here to cause confusion after all. Another bow of his head was offered to [member="Vrag"] as he slowly walked his way backwards to his corner. "I wouldn't take this one lightly, Hand. His name may be forgotten to those who like to think of him as a bad dream, but he is very real. I'll be going back to observing for now, especially now that the Dark Lord's agents have arrived." This time a full bow was offered to both Watts and [member="Vengeance"] . "Try not to loose your heads, either of you. I have questions."

And with that the Shadow would do as his name suggested. Slinking into the dark corner of the transport the Sith would fade from both view and the Force. He was of course still there to listen, but with all this traffic he simply wanted to be out of the way.

[member="Mullarus"]
[member="Darth Vornskr"]

 

[Vrag]

Her grip on the hilt in her hand was not a painful one, and it was where Vrag differed from the two soldiers standing guard at the door. The transport was small, her target was unarmored, had a love for yapping, and, most importantly, wasn't holding on to his weapon. If worst came to worst and the Jedi turned out to be just that — a Jedi — the firrerreo knew she could cut him down. Close quarters were her domain, and the man was a disadvantage.

Still, for the moment, the Hand would stay her… hand and allow [member="Ben Watts"] to speak his mind. Even if he did so in a manner very dangerous to his health.

She wasn't too concerned about his smart-mouthing, though. He could quip all he wanted, but it was unlikely he'd get a rise out of the woman. Pride, like so many other useless traits, had been excised from her personality somewhere down the road. Trimming the fat, if you will.

"Hold that thought for a moment," she smoothly interrupted the former Grand master in the middle of explaining his pretense to the throne. "Talk to me, Kaine," she spoke into her oggzil as [member="Darth Vornskr"] hailed her. "Yes, he's here. No, he's not available to speak. Just get your ass here."

With that, she cut the line and spoke to the room again. "Oh, I don't intend to take him lightly at all," she replied to [member="Darth Ferus"], nodding slightly to acquiesce the decision of the Shadow to return to the, well, shadows.

"In fact, I intend to take you very hard," she added as she turned to the Jedi again.

"Now if you'll follow me, I have a couple of nice men on my ship that want to ask you some questions. Nicely."

[member="Vengeance"] | [member="Mullarus"]​

 

[Kenrath]

Vengeance looked out towards the sky as [member="Mullarus"] told him about the newest arrival. He groaned slightly take a step back almost as if trying to melt into the wall.

"Go home Acolyte............that's an order." "We are in way over our head and it is going to only get worse." "Whatever you do do not question or attempt to hinder Lord Vornskr in any way."

He turned back to the exchange between [member="Vrag"] and [member="Darth Ferus"] just before Ferus decided to become one with the shadows. Vengeance mutter to himself mostly looking at Ferus.

"I could use a trick like that right about now."

Vengeance took a deep breath giving Ferus and Vrag a bow before heading towards the exit no longer holding curiosity about what was going to happen from there. Just before the door he turned back to look at [member="Ben Watts"] giving the man a small nod.

"Good luck Mr. Watts............you're going to need it."

He took one last look up towards the sky before slipping out the door and into the city.