~Hail to the King~ [Sith Empire]

[Other Space Kaiden]

@[member="Satine D'nara"]

Krag listened to the question posed by his apprentice, his mouth spreading into a grin of twisted pride "This Sith it no place for weakness, those who are not worthy are caste out and killed. Learn well from this, if you are not strong then you will be killed like the mutt you are. If you are strong, do not cower in the shadow of others for eternity, strike them when the time has come."

Krag's words were barely out of his mouth when the thunderous footsteps of the Emperor's legion found their way into the throne room, lead by the weakling himself. Krag cracked yet another twisted grin as Zambrano and the Lussk exchanged words and the entered the heated grip of battle. The beast would like nothing more than the feast on the Emperor's flesh, but he also wished to see the power of the one claiming Emperor. If Kaine was as powerful as he claimed, Krag could use his knowledge and power to his advantage. If he was not, then Krag would just have to kill Lussk himself.

Turning his attention to the legions of blue stripped troopers, Krag growled to his apprentice "Leave those two to their fighting and make the floors red with the blood of the Emperors Fist." with a flick of his wrist, the Graug Knight unleashed a vortex of fire from the palm of his hand. The burning tornado slammed into a portion of the legion, the heat and fire burning all who failed to move in time. In a quick flash, six troopers lay blackened on the floor as their allies began to fan out and return fire at the Graug.

Krag called his lightsaber to his hand, igniting the grey saber and charging into the fray of battle....

 

[Satine D'nara]

Hearing @[member="Krag"] 's words, Satine huffed a little. She wasn't weak as he would think her, she would prove it no matter how many times it took. And today was another opportunity. When the fight between @Kaine Zambrano and @Darth Arcis erupted, Satine watched with envy as the two displayed their powers. As prideful as she tended to be even she knew not to step in the way of two of the more powerful Sith in the empire. Instead oppertunity to prove her strength came when the Legion arrived and her master ordered her to attack them. Right away she ignited both her sabers and waited until Krag had carved through a good chunk of the soldiers. She smirked as more came her way before using the force to rush past them, many falling down from how fast she was at slicing their sides open without them realizing until it was too late. The few remaining for her to kill fired, only for her to deflect with her saber.

@Balaya Zambrano @Nicholas DragonsFlame @Karin Dorn @Hawke Katamirth @Balaya Zambrano @Alexandra Shadowstalker @Paega Anginous @Raien Keth

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Alexandra's hands tightened on her blades as she dropped down into the mass of stormtroopers, who for their split second of shock paid severely. He blades ignited the moment she landed and she promptly jabbed for with both and stabbed through the necks of the stormtroopers. Letting her blades flow she intercepted a volley of shots with both blades and let her eyes track the near by storm troopers. As the next volley was sent she darted to the side and vaulted over one of the storm troopers before turning and grabbing his throat behind him. Using him as a body shield that the others didnt have a second thought about shooting to hit their target he defended her while she prepared and sent a wave of energy at the closest three and knocking them on their backs. Tossing aside the now useless body of the stormtrooper she charged for the three she downed and brought her blades across the chest of each. She needed a true fight, and a loyalist would deliver said fight. Now all she needed was to pick one, or for one to pick her, in the mean time she went back to killing, her blades going to work on the tightly packed area that the 501st were in. She wouldn't last forever though and she knew that.

@Balaya Zambrano @Nicholas DragonsFlame @Karin Dorn @Hawke Katamirth @Balaya Zambrano @Alexandra Shadowstalker @Paega Anginous @Raien Keth

 

[Nick Dragovalor]

Nick was fully satisfied with just watching from the sidelines as the stormtroopers filled in to stop the coup, and would have been happy to watch the chaos as the two Emperor hopefuls duked it out....

.... At least, that was the case, until one of the stormtroopers, mistaking Nick for one of Kaine's men, tried to hit him with his weapon.

Before the trooper could finish that motion though, he was suddenly stabbed dead in the right eye by a red lightsaber. Nicholas had activated his duel bladed weapon and had stabbed the Stormtrooper point blank. The trooper's agonizing screams filled the air as Nick stabbed the saber harder through the helmet, digging it into the trooper's eye, before pulling the blade out and, in a quick flourished flurry, decapitated his adversary.

If anyone in the room had doubted the combat prowess of the younger DragonsFlame, those doubts were quickly extinguished as his blue eyes set on the other stormtroopers, some who had taken notice of Nick's slaying of their brethren due to the screaming, and had opened fire on DragonsFlame.

Nick hadn't planned on taking sides in this equation, but what can you do?

"Sorry Dranok" Nick said with a small laugh as his eyes flashed a dark red, akin to his blade as he charged, felling himself upon the stormtroopers that had opened fire on him...

@Balaya Zambrano @[member="Alexandra Shadowstalker"] @Karin Dorn @Hawke Katamirth @Balaya Zambrano @Alexandra Shadowstalker @Paega Anginous@Raien Keth

 

[Marcus Faust]

@[member="Nicholas DragonsFlame"] would find an intimidating figure slamming into the ground before him. Looking up from the ground, a cold and unforgiving mask locked eyes with the Sith Knight. Standing up, a word was not spoken, he simply pulled the saber that he'd been using as his primary weapon for a time now and ignited it, the cobalt blue blade twirling in his hand. "You will not harm these men." Marcus stated, it also served as a warning for the troopers to haul ass away from the fight about to go down.

Now he waited, sickly yellow eyes glaring at Nicholas as he stood silently, awaiting him to strike.

 

[Nick Dragovalor]

Nick stared deep into the eyes of @[member="Marcus Faust"], his blue eyes never wavering or showing a hint of intimidation. He cocked his head at the troopers he had been about to lay siege to.

And then, after that, he chuckled and looked back at Faust.

"Hey, I have no alleigances in this equation. These dimwads attacked me, they signed their death warrants" he said with an amused laugh. "But if you want a fight?" he asked, as he drew his duel bladed saber. "Come and get it"

 

[Marcus Faust]

No pause, no hesitation, nothing, only a step forward, and like that he was on top of @[member="Nicholas DragonsFlame"], bringing a falling avalanche attack down on the other Sith's head. This was his third damned coup, and he didn't plan on dying in it. However señor DragonsFlame would have quite a dilemma on his hands. No one threatened Marcus' men.

Rage and hat fumed inside Faust, but they were controlled, deep inside his inner monster was uncaged, but on a leash, it was his to control. His foe would learn that the hard way.

 

[Hawke]

@[member="Darth Arcis"]

Hawke snapped her fingers as the fighting began. A dozen troops flooded out the arched entrance to the upper gallery. Her own soldiers from The Paladin. They all had their fancy Lightsabers, sure she actually owned one. A nice little find from Blackwell Station during the Heleska Reclamation Operation. But she wasn't trained to use it. They were quite different from a regular vibrosword. She'd get a trainer one day. Having the skill to wield it would be a great asset should she ever get into the unfortunate situation of close combat. "Open fire"! Blaster fire rained down from above on their punk butts. Hawke was even cracking off shots from her own pistol at Arcis' men. For all the good it would do against their armor. "Ready the missile"! They'd procured some real heavy ordinance in the form of a Manticore Missile Launcher, curtesy of the palace armory. This weapon blew up tanks, imagine the damage to all those poor souls in the doorway dying in a fell stroke.

 

[J3C0]

Vash stood within the ethos of the Hall of Emperors watching from the darkness as the Emperor and his challenger fought. There was a slight frown on his face as he looked upon the battle. The Sith Emperor seemed to be fighting well, though his challenger seemed to be fighting even better. That however did not concern Vash, none of this in fact did. No matter who was in charge it was all the same to him, all the same goals, all the same actions.

Emperor's never saw past their own wants and needs, that had always been true from Palpatine to Naga Sadow. All of them had been selfish, all of them had only been out for themselves, all but one of course. Vash continued to frown slightly, though he was no longer paying attention to the two Sith titans fighting in the middle of the room.

Instead he scanned the crowd. He noticed that there was fighting between the two combatants. There were stormtroopers and other Sith. He perked an eyebrow slightly, a look of disapproval forming on his face. None of them could see it of course because of his mask, but the look was there nonetheless. One figure however did stand out, a strange green woman. Slowly Vash began to walk towards the woman, not even shrugging slightly as an explosion tore through a pillar behind him.

Fighting other Sith, how foolish.

Quickly Vash made his way over to the other woman, one of his head tails flipping slightly as the blast of an explosive shock wave hit him.

“Silly isn't it?” Vash said with utter disgust in his voice towards the strange plant lady(@Karin Down).

 

[Nick Dragovalor]

And just like that, the fool had signed his funeral papers. Nick was expecting him to attack, it was what Sith did. Attack without thinking, attack without tact. And this one would learn the hard way that Nick was no ordinary Sith...

Quickly, his lightsaber was reached out and blocking his opponent's, keeping him from bringing it down upon Nick's head. Quickly, Nick pressed against it, pressing it up far enough for Nick to nail him dead in the nose with a kick that would allow Nick then to press his foot to his stomach, getting him off the Sith Knight, who quickly rolled backwards and got to his feet. If Faust was lucky, his mask might protect him from the kick, which was one of the harder ones Nick had dealt due to the nature of the situation, breaking his nose, but Nick didn't know how strong the mask was. As far as Nick knew, he could have caused the mask to smash into his face and break his nose, among other painful consequences.

Regardless, Nick took a ready stance. He hadn't planned on fighting his so called "Brethren", but this one seemed to want a fight.

@[member="Marcus Faust"]

 

[Raien Keth]

@[member="Alexandra Shadowstalker"] @[member="Balaya Zambrano"]

A very slow turn of the head, put the Betrayer's eyes level with @[member="Balaya Zambrano"], eyes holding, and then staring right through her. Her rage breaking upon rocks of hardened stone, iron focus. Fury, once in his first years as a Sith he had been like her till he conquered fury, becoming it at the cost of one woman's sanity and people, their screams he carried in his saber, their pride the source of its crystal. The first of Darth Surtr's journeys into the darr tah title.

The force lightening scars, one more wound, began to press the lips into a smile at her words, these words were the key's to either her potential or her undoing. Any other day and he would have pressed that fury, pressed, turned it, bathed in it to get to its source and her emotion. Even today... perhaps a diversion would prove useful, to see if Balaya had that potential to unlock. While people began to slaughter others, Raien Keth felt right at home in the center of it. Even at a quarter of his personality, the Sith Knight breathed deep of the darkside and let it push outwards like daggers thrust into @[member="Balaya Zambrano"]'s mind.

The choice of weapon, in this case his words, were irrelevant, the target shaped his weapons. In the Zeltron, Raien probed for a weakness, angles of attack pressing into her mind from all sides. Tunneling deeper, thoughts on physical inadequacy the need to increase her muscle mass, of female Zeltrons being nothing but pleasure for men would try to cut into to her, probing for points of rage to spark.... ah there it was, obvious, the men she sort to protect. Two dead men right at her feet, those dueling, the thought of it he hammered into her again, and again, and again... that one repeating thought in a variety of ways, attempting to show it to her in graphic detail. All the time he stood there, like the stone he was carved out, beatened that way from so many sacrifices. Till he became a walking Sith Code.

Looking for any weakness whatsoever that would cause her rage to boil and her to lash out. Could he draw that potential from her, and make himself her target? Perhaps, and perhaps she would find in that hatred more focus and strength, which in turn would make her a stronger Sith, allowing Sith all the more education in fighting her for dominance, or she might shy from it and stand down, so he could watch the duel and battle take form around him, as it often did.

 

[Marcus Faust]

@[member="Nicholas DragonsFlame"]

As blades clashed, Marcus stumbled back as the first kick hit his nose, though not shattering the rather durable mask, that which was weak had broken off on Rhen Var. The second kick he sidestepped away from, bringing his saber down on the now exposed leg in a single blindingly fast movement. As the sound of saber's clashing and dark energies filled the room, Marcus felt something in his gut, stress and anger related to the absolute madness occurring around him. It was mind numbing almost, it had been like this every time, and change didn't look likely.

 

[Nick Dragovalor]

With Faust having been forced to move in order to sidestep the second kick, it gave Nick time to roll away from him, keeping him from bringing the blade down on his leg. Quickly, the Sith Knight didn't hesitate as he charged at his opponent again, rage coursing through his being as he leaped through the air, slashing repeatedly at his opponent without an inch of mercy, repeatedly, over and over, hell bent on scoring a hit. This was how a duel bladed weapon worked of course, according to Daxton Bane... Attack, attack, attack.

Regardless of whether he actually hit, or if Faust had blocked all of the slashes in mid-air, Nick landed on his feet behind Faust and rolled forwards, gaining some distance from his foe, turning to face him once again, breathing a bit with a grin on his face.

Nick could feel it too though... This was madness. This entire chamber was filled with stormtroopers and Sith fighting Sith... Was this truly what they had been reduced to?

@[member="Marcus Faust"]

 

[Marcus Faust]

As @[member="Nicholas DragonsFlame"] unleashed a flurry of attacks, Marcus responded in kind. Every swing was met with one of his own, rage powering every strike as he lashed out at the man. But rage wouldn't cut it, not yet, he needed something more, he gulped as he came to the realization. He needed pain.

Gingerly, his mind opened up the memories if his family's slaughter, which drove him with hate and anger. But he couldn't control it now, no the monster was of its leash. His eyes darkened into a blood red coloration as he let out a roar, unleashing a maelstrom of strikes onto Nick. Fast, furious, and immensely powerful blows came at the DragonsFlame. If he held that off without a scratch, he'd have to either be dog tired like Marcus now was, or he was some kind of Bane-level Sith Lord inside. One sounded more realistic than the other to be quite frank.

 

[Judas of Vahl]

It was as if something had been duplicated from the ancient battles between the true Sith and their armies. Massive fronts clashing against each other in a massive flurry of blood and crimson sparks, the wails and screams of the wounded and the rally cries of those gaining the upper hand. The warrior king's soldiers and comrades dispersed about the room, engaging the black-clad soldiers and rebels that aided Zambrano.

The Darkener's blade came down hard against the staff of Arcis. The best of the defense versus the best of the offense. The twin crimson blades spun in his grip, revolving around him as he spun and twirled to keep the pressure on. Slight movements to guard conserved his energy as he began to press forward with his movements.

Until something sparked in his mind. A lingering danger overhead, literally overhead. The tingling in the back of his mind directed its attention to the rear of his position, near the Stormtroopers trailing him. "Disperse!" he barked, throwing up a blade just in time to avoid being sliced in half.

 

[Louise]

“Silly yes,” the woman replied, keeping out of all forms of battle, “but this is silliness eternal, the silliness that never stops, never sleeps, the cycle of silliness itself.” That sentence rattled her tongue a little, for a few seconds the Sith had to adjust mentally to all the soft sounds that her mouth had said. Okay, this alliteration needs to stop now, before it gets...

...silly.

“This is what we do, this is in our nature,” Karin said to the newcomer, who was sadly unaware that she had just gone into podium mode, “in our lust for power we forget the goal of many and focus on the goal of one,” she shrugged at the end of that sentence, “if Sith didn't fight other Sith we'd no doubt be ruling the galaxy right now.”

The Sith Master looked on at the fighting, emerald eyes filled to the brim with disinterest.

“As the power of the Sith grows, cracks begin to form and those cracks become greater and dissent begins to spread, and then one day it boils over, splinter factions rise up out of the ground, each with their own ideas and beliefs, thus the Sith weaken,” she paused for a second, if not for breath than definitely for dramatics, “It is then that invasion usually strikes, be it from the Republic or other forces on the same side of that table and through our fractures they will emerge victorious.”

Karin Dorn shrugged, the bigger picture was one of futility. “Of course, after realising that through unity they are stronger, the factions merge back into the Empire and the cycle begins anew.”

The plant-based woman laughed, it was almost jovial in tone, almost.

“Then you have people like me, who think they've figured it all out and that they are above it all but in reality, that too is another cycle.”

Can Miss Dorn please step off the podium. “I'm terribly sorry, you shouldn't have set me off like that,” she smirked, finally properly taking in the newcomer with her eyes, “tell me your name, I have no recognition of you.”

@[member="Vash Nazari"]

 

[J3C0]

Vash listened to the woman intently, his ears perking slightly as she mentioned the infighting of Sith and the nature of the Sith in general. Apparently the woman had never heard of another kind of Order, a better kind. His lekku twitched slightly as the woman kept on speaking, finding that her thoughts were very likely in line with his own. The montral on top of his head swayed slightly as he followed her eye line, then his head turned back to her just as she went to meet his eyes.

The Sith found himself wondering what species the woman was, he had never quite seen anything like her before...he wondered what Fire would do to her.

“Vash.” He said in answer to her, telling her something but not really giving away anything. Another blaster shot rang out and flew directly by him. As it struck the wall he could smell the singed concrete and he wrinkled his nose slightly. He looked at her through his mask, still studying her face and trying to look beyond. Of course he would not be divulging anything just yet...he needed to learn more about her.

She was right of course, the Sith were nothing due to infighting. The constant rise and fall of Dark Lords, Emperors, and Sith in general was what was holding them back. They focused on only power, and nothing beyond it.

“Do not be sorry. It is quite interesting hearing the opinions of others...At least ones who do not wantonly destroy their own home.” He heard a loud yell, and his face briefly looked towards the Emperor and his Challenger. “Some might say this is truly our nature though. That this is what the Darkside brings us to.”
@[member="Karin Dorn"]

 

[Paige Argous]

It was self explanatory why the Sith had never managed to take over the Galaxy by now. If it wasn't for the internal conflicts that wrecked the Empire regularly, the Galaxy would've been under Imperial control by now.

She eyed the clash of her former mentor the Emperor against the Challenger, not very fazed by the intensity of it all. Paega chose not to interfere at all in their duel, letting the two powerful Sith duke it out against each other.

"So who do you think will win?" she asked @[member="Karin Dorn"] and @[member="Vash Nazari"], walking over to one of the few Sith who hadn't gotten involved in the skirmish. Paega ignited her lightsaber as she spoke, casually blocking a stray blaster fire here and there.

 

[J3C0]

Vash slowly twisted his head towards the woman that had approached him and the strange plant. His eyes narrowed slightly, and his teeth automatically barred slightly. The mask across his face of course prevented the woman from seeing that, but the aggressive response was due to the woman's nature, due to all of their nature. He hated this kind of Sith, the kind that wallowed in their own power and did nothing but seek out more.

“Does it matter?” He finally answered her, his voice having a cold bite to it.

The Togruta did not care if he was being rude, perhaps he was a bit of an elitist. In fact he was entirely an elitist. Vash was brought up as Sith, raised as Sith, and taught to be a Sith from the day he was born. He was completely and entirely devoted to the cause, never thinking of his own power before anything else.

 

[Hawke]

@[member="Darth Arcis"]

Ready. Aim. Fire! Hawke's missile man trained his sighting on the doorway. They were dead where they stood. White smoke trailed behind the missile. Its deadly payload a second to impact on those now scattering buggers. They weren't as thickly packed as they were, damn Arcis must of somehow knew to tell his troops. He couldn't of seen them readying it, and he'd not enough time to have them move as much once they pulled it up to a shoulder. Force users were unfair that's for sure. One unlucky trooper took it to the chest, he along with his armor exploded in a hail of shrapnel. Many more were tossed limply by the blast. The missile certainly cleared the doorway for the moment. "Ready the other one. We'll tear Lussk a new one if we get a shot". Hawke ducked as an increase of fire on their position made it to dangerous to stick her pretty little head out anymore. They always target the biggest guns. Three of her troopers fell backwards, on over the railing to the floor before the rest ducked down too. They were good shots that's for sure.