Glee Club [Civil War - Open to One Sith]

[Sinistra]

It was unusual for her encrypted com to ping, especially considering that she was on Glee Anselm. However, the transmission was not coming from her handler. This was a burn line. Most likely from an informant on Coruscant. The message was 1 word and 10 seconds of video clip. There was no mistaking the landmarks in the shaky feed. A hostile force was assaulting the dark temple on Coruscant while the word coup scrolled lazily past. There was no need for her to try to authenticate. The line would be burned already.

Sinistra was not in class at the moment, her footsteps halted in the corridors. She had been going somewhere. It didn't matter now though. She had a responsibility. The normally constrained Sith Lord took off and started to run, her movements aided by the force as she tore through the hallways. All she could think of was who in their right mind would challenge the Dark Lord and where was [member="Darth Carach"]. She reached for her comlink, encryption be damned. Her thumbs breezed over the screen as she fired off a message to him, trying to learn what she could.

She turned the corner to the headmasters office and stopped, her chest heaving from the exertion.

What if he was part of it?

The unquestioning loyalty of [member="Darth Pyrrhus"], the Togruta founder of the Glee Anselm academy was well known. It would also be the perfect cover for a dissident. She strode up to the office, her vocoder hissing from her panting. She announced her presence, and requested an audience.

The acolytes she had pushed past in the hall were staring at her as she waited, the hem of her skirts and cloak still swishing around her ankles. Before long, the news of the attack would be broadcast through out the empire. She was running out of time in order to stay ahead of the new cycle.

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[member="Froste"]
[member="Nomkneer"]
[member="Ameli Trahir"]
[member="Xavka Duquo"]
[member="Zephyrius"]
[member="Rexus"]
[member="RoyaleChaos"]
[member="Darth Slasher"]
[member="Kaster Sane"]
[member="Crentice"]
[member="Xar Jurn"]
[member="Kyros Fen"]
[member="Raoh Logarius"]
[member="Matthew (Rogue) Drevur"]
[member="Darth Morsus"]
[member="Pak Kagrid"]
[member="Krayzen Dratos"]
[member="Zayden Madera"]
[member="Onasius Gruwel"]
[member="Darth Nemis The Undying"]
[member="The Talatheen Amalgam"]
[member="Kevros Kovani"]
[member="Darth Atrace"]
[member="Darth Urak"]
[member="Taris"]
[member="Oodar Zelko"]
[member="Dar Moraal"]
[member="Vega the Chaos Mage"]
[member="Garivald"]
[member="Jack Mirrikh"]
[member="Abelain Narv’uk"]
[member="Assassin Rhastu"]
[member="Felran Natri"]

 

[Gorteko Graye]

Gorteko had been wandering the halls for a short time before he saw [member="Sinistra"] run by. 'That is most certainly interesting, for something to get the lord so riled up like this. Like the empire is falling apart or something.' The sith thought to himself, he decided to hang back and monitor the situation. Surely what was about to happen would be interesting, especially if it had a sith lord running.

 

[Onasius Gruwel]

The large group of acolytes had been gathered together already as [member="Sinistra"] rushed past. She seemed in a frenzy, her aura dark and brooding. Something was wrong. There had already been reverberations in the Force, tiny echoes tickling like small hairs on the inner ear.

He stood patiently and waited the mistress to speak her mind. She was clearly in a hurry to get the news out. Onasius predicted it would not be positive.

 

[Rexus]

Rexus watched the instructor run past a group of acolytes that included himself. It was odd watching her move in such a hurried or rushed manner. Truthfully, his gut had a feeling in it that him worried. Rexus went after the instructor that barreled through, his pace never quite leaving that of a brisk or rushed walk. His hulking form was something that finally came in handy as Rexus continued to knock people aside. Rexus could tell that this wasn't the smartest idea nor the most healthy. If his following was construed as something insolent or rebellious, he knew he'd be punished by the Sith Lord. It would probably be painful.

" My lady -- What is the problem? "

Rexus spoke as he approached Sinistra. His voice cut off after the honorific so as to give way for both a mechanical inhaling and exhaling. If there was an issue in the academy, perhaps the arrival of an enemy, Rexus would tear them apart with his bare hands. If it wasn't an enemy and there was a minor problem at best, Rexus resolved himself for the worst.

Spoiler

[member="Onasius Gruwel"] [member="Gorteko Graye"] @Sinistra

 

[Sinistra]

Darth Pyrrhus could not be found, nor could any of the academy administrators. This did not bode well for Sinistra and the message she had been trying to get to Carach failed to send a couple times before she gave up trying. Transmissions were being jammed. She narrowed her eyes behind the mask making a decision.

She would not wait on this cavern for the soldiers of the enemy to have them caught beneath the waves. She would not call this place her tomb. She found a console and set up an academy wide alarm. Safety protocols for this alarm instructed everyone to large open sparring area out from. The submarines were alerted to prepare for departure while another set of messages went to the spaceport to be ready for launch.

She headed to the sparring area, her cloak billowing as she ran and thought hard about what she would tell them. The less the better she thought. She would not see this fighting spill out here under seas. Not when there was blood to be spilled on Coruscant. She needed answers and she would not get them unless she went there herself.


[member="Rexus"] [member="Onasius Gruwel"] [member="Gorteko Graye"]

 

[Onasius Gruwel]

It didn’t take the sirens for Onasius to realize that some was actually amiss. All they did, however, was make him curious as to what plan the Sith had next. It seemed at the moment that everyone was taken aback and confusion was setting in. There was nothing to do but speculate at this point. The Sith poured into the sparring area in troves. The Acolytes were dressed similarly, some larger than other, but most bearing the signature black robes.

Onasius tried to get as close to [member="Sinistra"] as possible. He wished to make sure he was the first to get the full spectrum of the situation at hand.

OOC: Sorry for some reason I didn't get the tag?

[member="Rexus"] [member="Gorteko Graye"]

 

[Darth Grimoire]

[member="Sinistra"] [member="Onasius Gruwel"] [member="Gorteko Graye"]

Grimoire being connected by the soul to her mother, she knew what was about to be unleashed. Her only regret she was nowhere near to participate with her mother. Standing in her dark tunic and dark long hair, Grimoire was given a secret mission by her dark mother - obscure the ability for the Academy to intervene with her and Darth Vornskr's plan. Paying no attention to the acolyte's and masters gathered, Grimoire drifted off from the pack to begin her operations of sabotage. Hauntruss' word was absolute.

Cutting through the pack of acolytes she move to a set of stairs to ascend to the Academy's communication and outward information collection arrays. Stepping up to a set of doors that had two troopers monitoring the chaos from the Empire's core. Like a black spectre she moved up to the first trooper. The dark side swelled and consumed her being. It masked her in the force like a black fog. The trooper stretched out his arm, Grimoire replied with a flash of crimson.

CRACK. SNAP. HISS. Marching onto the next trooper who fired a shot only to have it swatted away. Another strike of red. From one of the belts of the fallen troopers she removed a set of explosives. She activated them and tossed them into the room. The explosion ripped the arrays into obliterated shrapnel. All communications would cease with the outside worlds.

"Hiss, hiss hiss." Grimoire growled. "Apologies...Lord Sinistra. But, I can have no one interfere with mother's work, my work."

Grimoire turned and using what she had learned allowed the darkside and fear consume her being - and drag her deep into a trance. Deactivating her saber she sat on a ledge beneath a large window and awaited the confrontation to come.

 

[Gorteko Graye]

[member="Onasius Gruwel"] @Sinistra @Rexus

Gorteko was on his way to the sparring area as instructed when the explosion went off. 'What the...?' It was in this moment the disturbances would reach him, a massive conflict in the force. The sith fell to his knees in the middle of an empty hallway, his hands on his head. This pain, he'd never felt anything like it before, it was a rare occurrence for Gorteko to sense something specific, and nothing was ever on this scale. It was almost as if he could feel all of the pain in the universe all at once, the betrayals, the deaths, everything. The moment was brief, but seemed to Gorteko to last an eternity. 'Why now? after all this time, why is it in this moment I can feel it? No, this can wait, somethings wrong.' The man stumbled back up to his feet, and with a shake of his head, he began to run towards the source of the explosion.

The dead guards, the burning comms room, someone sabotaged the academy from within. Who could so easily betray their comrades, furthermore, why? Though it mattered little at the moment, someone with such little regard for life had to be dealt with swiftly, before more lives were extinguished. Gorteko began approaching the ledge where [member="Grimoire "]sat, she must have been the one. He could sense power from her, more than he cared to deal with, if it came to a fight, it would be an interesting one to say the least. "You know, the message was already sent, you were just a little bit too late. As we sit here the residents of this academy are evacuating. So I have to ask, Why would you do this?" As he spoke, there was clear distrust in his tone. He also stayed on guard, already gripping his blasters the same way he did before every fight. Although with his arms at his side, he would appear to have a passive stance.

 

[Darth Grimoire]

[member="Gorteko Graye"] [member="Sinistra"] [member="Rexus"]

Grimoire rose her head at the presence of a fellow acolyte. He came in alert and full of protestation. Grimoire's long black straight locks draped over her face while in between the black rods burning red eyes watched. Her inked lips stretched into a toothy grin. "Hiss, hiss, hiss." Grimoire laughed. "I am quite aware of the message's departure acolyte." Grimoire hissed, her words slithering between her clenched teeth and lingered in the air like a whisper on the wind. Pushing against her knees she stood up and leisurely strode from her ledge.

With every step her darkness defused. Teachings of her mother made her well adept to flooding her essence about the room and drowning it in her aura. Oppressive and black, it was her greatest power - psychological deterrence. She was not much of a fighter and she would rather her plans not be interrupted. Seeing this acolyte was more interested in discussion played into her hands.

"But, there will be no reply or coordination from you. Nor the masters." Grimoire continued. "And neither will your evacuation last for long." Raising her black tipped finger nail she pointed at the destruction she rot. "Those communication arrays controlled the navigational routes of those transports. No doubt they will float about and get lost before any manual take over."

"My apologies acolyte but, there are forces at work here greater than you or I. And by virtue of my allegiance to them. I cannot tell you more."

 

[Gorteko Graye]

As [member="Grimoire "]approached, her presence was strange, almost overwhelming. 'What is this feeling?' Gorteko was experiencing many new feelings today, so far none of them had been good ones. Then his fellow acolyte resumed speaking. It was clear that there was a well crafted plan at work, though it was also clear that this was not her plan. At the moment however, who's plan it was mattered little, what really mattered if whether or not she was planning on taking more lives.

"You apologize for such mundane things as uncontrollable circumstance, yet feel no remorse for the potential you've ended. Anything those men could have become can no longer exist because of your actions. As far as your allegiances go, they don't matter. What does matter, is what you decide to do, whether or not you decide to eliminate any more potential. So tell me, What is the decision you've made?" As Gorteko spoke, he paced back and forth, never taking his eyes off of his fellow acolyte. All the while he was adjusting the blasters in his robes, upon the completion of his question, his sights had been set. The pacing was just movement to distract from the slight movement inside of his robes, it would only seem that the motion was caused by his stride. The weapons had been carefully aimed, meticulously targeting non-vital points. Should the blasters fire, the bolts would fly towards Grimoire's left outer calf and hip, and right outer thigh and shoulder. Gorteko had no intention of making a killing blow today, though if it came down to his life or hers, it would be an easy decision, her potential was more likely to end others than his was.

 

[Sinistra]

As she waited for the Sith to assemble she kept trying to get messages out however it quickly became apparent that getting any information even from other worlds would be pointless as an explosion sounded from somewhere else in the academy. Her com lit up with distress calls from the transports as their navigation systems went offline. The Sith before her became alarmed but before she would allow them to devolve into hysteria, she barked out over the growing din.

"SILENCE!" Her voice was magnified both by her vocoder and the force, making it echo through the open domed area.

"As we stand here, the One Sith under attack. The academy administrators are all absent from the facility. We have no information and our communications have been cut. Transport navigation has been disabled. We do not know who the attackers are. And now our facility has been neutralized so that we are cut off from the rest of the Empire. At this point, you know everything I do. We need to remain calm and discover who has disabled us and why. I will set up a command center in the courtyard. We need to establish communications with the rest of the One Sith. If you wish to be of assistance, meet me there in 5 minutes. Dismissed."

She strode off at a fast clip to her private room. She had a few things that might help. Being a spy did have its advantages when it came to tech.

[member="Gorteko Graye"] [member="Grimoire"] [member="Onasius Gruwel"] [member="Rexus"]

 

[Onasius Gruwel]

There seemed to be a common emotion among most Humanoids: fear. They feared for their mortality, they feared for their being, the feared anything you convinced them was to be feared. That included the chaos they were experiencing at this very second. Many of these acolytes and masters didn’t understand how the galaxy truly worked like Onasius did. The dark being was raised in the darkest mire of the galaxy, he could appreciate its devilish beauty. That was why when the explosion sounded, and the other acolytes settled in their fight or flight modes, Onasius simply stood by. To him, his calmness was just another example of the Yevetha’s superior DNA.

The two other Sith, one who had just committed treason, the other, appeared to be some sort of patriot, sticking up for the potential lives lost to her actions. Both were odd displays of the Sith teachings that Onasius had learned thus far. It appeared the hooded woman was loyal to some force outside the temple she resided, a force so powerful she was willing to give up her life for it. Evolutionary predatory ears picked up the word ‘mother’ as she apologized to Sinistra. It appeared dynasties were at play in the One Sith. Whoever she was opposing, however, would likely make their presence known, Onasius felt he was going to get both sides of the story soon enough.

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At the Sith Mistress’s request, Onasius gathered his things and settled down for a moment to assess the situation. He would make himself useful, but he needed to be ready for whatever wrenches the other acolytes would throw in his cogs. Soon, however, he made his way to the courtyard to await further orders.

[member="Grimoire "][member="Gorteko Graye"] [member="Sinistra"]