~Hail to the King~ [Sith Empire]

[Darth Carnifex]

-:Kaas City, Dromund Kaas:-​

Darkness had descended on Dromund Kaas, a blanket of night that threatened to swallow all it touched. Lightning flashed and thunder boomed monstrously, for the storm heralded the catastrophic winds of deceit and ambition which bore down heavily like a lead weight. From the abysmal blackness that swallowed the stars came forth a vessel of man-made steel, sinking below the clouds to carve a howling path through the night sky as another boom unleashed a torrent of rain that drowned out the sorrows of the oppressed. The vessel rocketed towards the tower of metal that rose towards the heavens, daring to scrape against the domain of the Gods with brazen arrogance and pride, where the Lord of this realm resided, and it is this Lord that the shadow within the vessel desired.

The vessel slowed it's descent towards the tower, and landed gingerly on the nearest octagonal platform with the grace of a jungle panther. Landing lights cast ghastly phantoms of shadow across the vessel, but in one instant all shadow evaporated from the landing zone as the boarding ramp began to descend with a howling shriek of gears. From the bowels of that hellish vessel came the shadow, cloaked in blackness flecked with the darkest blood, followed by a menagerie of hellish servants who were willing to follow him into the depths of that wicked tower to cast down the false King. He moved with purpose, with determination and malicious ambition, for this was the day he had been waiting for since he was born. His birth right, his destiny, and now it was time to claim what was his.

He knew the pathway to Hell, for he had traversed it's dark passages countless times over the years, and it did not take him long to locate the chamber he sought. The chamber so marred by combat, where the symbol of power and tyranny had been shattered so long ago. There it still remained, the shattered remnants of an old dynasty that had been snuffed out so violently by the entity known as the Thronebreaker. The shadow paused before the site of the symbol's explosive death, gently picking up a piece of it's blackened remnant as if to stare at it in deep recollection of those events that seemed so long ago. However; now was not the time to recollect events of the past, but instead to cast down the pretender who dare wears the blackened crown.

The shadow dropped the remnant without any care to it's integrity, the floor becoming further covered with bits of black stone. The False King was not here, the shadow now knew that, but he would come. He would have to, if he wanted to keep wearing the crown that he does not even have the right to touch, and that is where the shadow will take him. The shadow lightly tapped a device attached to his hip, which sent out a coded transmission through space and time to alert the shadow's minions to converge on this world. Above the world sat many ships, and from those ships erupted dozens of smaller vessels which converged upon Kaas City, packed to the brim with armor-clad warriors bearing the symbol of a blackened sword upon their breasts. This Legion descended upon the city with ravenous speed and hunger, covering it within minutes of the shadow's coded message, until the city was put under marshal law.

The shadow then sent another message to the False King, one that summed up everything the shadow had worked towards his entire life...

"Let's end this where it all started, at the site of the Thronebreaker's greatest triumph."​

@[member="Darth Arcis"]​

 

[Judas of Vahl]

A descent into darkness was what awaited the bold and seasoned warrior. The glorious weight of a thousand lives and tenfold rested upon his shoulders as the tactician made his appearance. His age-old battle armor adorned his hearty physique, a strategist's mind his own, teachings withheld in his memory for decades worth of duteous learning and experience. A lonely life was meant for this man, no creatures called "friends" making their way into his life, not for now nor for ever. A single lover etched her way into his life in the early years, easily foretelling the future the pair blossomed upon sight.

Alas, the young warrior was sent from home to become bred into what he is today. Ruthless doctrines, perfect order, and chiseled loyalty. In the end, that loyalty only remained fixated upon himself and the soldiers placed under his leadership. His loyal band and he departed to strike their own course across the galaxy. The years upon years passed, the warrior losing his followers and soon taking cover under the shelter of yet another Empire. An Empire that took him in and broke him down for a second time in his life. Darkness shrouded his eternity, the murky waters of uncertainty flooded his future.

The ages passed, a light shining bright in his eyes until being quickly extinguished by the very shadow it spawned. Another Empire left and the Fringes made his home. Service with them for many years, and then he was back on the route to conquering the Empire he'd been broken into. He, along with the Thronebreaker and their followers, smashed into the head of this wretched place and threw away the current ruler. And there he ruled, from a broken chair. A chair, t'was all it was to the new conqueror. Enforcing new doctrine to suit himself, reforming the military, and spreading war across the lands like a wildfire.

And now came his end. A new Thronebreaker would ascend from the darkness and come forward to wreck havoc across the lands that the warrior had built up from scratch.

Oh, it was on.

The warrior and his legions of followers plummeted to the earth, mechanical beasts spewing out hordes of marching soldiers and warbeasts to strike back against the Dark Lord. A message was transmitted to the warrior and his legions marching upon the throne. A horrid smile cracked across his face.

"Hold the door open."​

 

[Other Space Kaiden]

So, darkness had once again fallen upon the planet which served as capital of the Sith Empire and throne to the strongest in the ranks of the Sith. Krag, much like the last time there was a coup, had no idea what was going to happen until it had happened. Krag, who had been on the nearby planet of Korriban, made quick haste to get to the capital of power before the coup was over. The flight was short and by the time Krag had gotten to the city, it was already under the control of Kaine's forces and the shadow of a Sith had already entered the throne room.

Krag landed his craft outside the Imperial Palace, taking his time to jump from his shuttle and stroll inside through the chaotic streets. The beast's thunderous footsteps were unmistakable as he marched through the halls of the scorched palace, his strides an exact clone of the path Kaine had taken. The presence of the darkside in this place was potent, much more potent than last time Krag was here. As he marched, he searched his mind for an answer as of to who could have been taking the throne this week. Truth be told, Krag couldn't give a definitive answer until he approached the room of the broken throne and saw Kaine's dark figure standing with a piece of the throne in his crooked hand.

Just as Krag began his approach of the throne's doors, the message from the Emperor came through. The Graug gave little mind to the message, instead focusing on the man inside the throne room "So, the cowardly man hiding in the shadows has decided to take power." the beast boomed, knowing full well that his power did not yet match that of the "traitor".

@[member="Darth Arcis"]

@[member="Kaine Zambrano"]

 

[Balaya Praelior Zambrano]

@[member="Krag"] @[member="Darth Arcis"]

The March behind Kaine was one of questionable worth. In truth with the recent coup that she had failed in her goal... A deception that wasn't the greatest idea but what could you do. No she had been punished and oh how she had been, her masters techniques for making sure you remained loyal to him were welcomed anytime while the cloaked form of Balaya just towered after him. She didn't know if @[member="Alexandra Shadowstalker"] would come but this was more for them. The time of Kaine's master plan was at hand and with a laugh Balaya looked to see Krag. The only sith she had met who might be able to match her pound for pound. Hell if the two of them had to fight it would be something of titanic proportions that would leave nothing standing. His fie and her armory.

Then they were in the room and Balaya just smiled and opening her cloak to reveal the full form of her armor, few actually paid attention beyond it being scantly clad but that was the point. The Turadium and Crystasteel, the talons of her claw made from the heavier alloy in micro shards similar to how a crush gaunt functions without the strength enhancement. Her arms had more armor on them with the pauldrons hiding the displayed jewels before going into armored gloves that displayed a datapad with readout, a lavenrok with both discs as well as a saber running along her forearm and as the ones looking would have felt on the one hand. An under the wrist blaster, the other side had a wrist mounted flame thrower.

The bra was the most intricate part confining her bosom which only lord Kaine knew held hidden in it a lightsaber, the breastplate was the same materials as the armor and held under the armpits twin lightwhips as it went down to the thing with blasters pistols heavily customized, lightsabers and electro whips around her waist with her family beskad attached to the small of her back just barely sticking out from the color of the cloak/cape. The thigh high boots connected to the holsters and went down to show four inch heels that served several purposes as it were but right now it had only added to her height so she stood for most to see at eight foot . The knives (for her size think small swords) and vials of sith poison were displayed with sc'rath blades at her ankles with their sai shaped glory and power.

Finally her hood came back letting the mane of ankle length crimson red hair spill out to frame her form as Balaya stood full form with muscle but not enough to appear as a female bodybuilder, just enough that she looked imposing, was toned for her height and weight and it hide the massive amount of cybernetic enhancements. The final weapon was the large axe that stayed in her hand and slowly it found a place at her thigh on a sheath. With a sneer she rolled her shoulders and stared daggers at Krag. This was her masters fight and if need be she would only interfere to keep the ones out of it who didn't belong. The emperor wasn't even the emperor he was the true rulers chosen lackey. Someone who had gotten the throne without working for it. Now it was time to let her master play.

 

[Nick Dragovalor]

Nick hadn't participated in the coup. Quite frankly, he held no like to either @[member="Darth Arcis"] or @[member="Kaine Zambrano"]. Not that it was their fault, Nick had simply never met the two... And usually, young DragonsFlame didn't like anyone until he got to know them. Even then? He usually disliked people.

He had gotten wind of the coup, and had made his way to the planet out of curiosity. As The Destruction Fox, aptly named after his days known as the cunning and murderous Green Fox, a bounty hunter feared and respected galaxy wide, touched down on the planet... Young DragonsFlame strolled out of the ship without a care in the world. Ah... He could sense it. The dark side stunk up this place like a wildfire in a rainforest. Or at least what would be left of said forest.

The Sith Knight flipped up his hood over his head, scanning the area as he reached the throne room... Who had won this coup, he wondered.

Ah.. But there he was. In all of his.... Glory? Maybe? Regardless... It was clear who the new Emperor was. @[member="Kaine Zambrano"]. Nick shook his head as he walked in. He'd heard tales of Mr. Zambrano. He sounded like less of a man, more of a coward, a man who relied more on feeding off of others then actually doing something himself...

A familiar face crossed his field of vision as he walked. @[member="Krag"]. A smirk crossed his face as he walked to the side of the one Sith in the room who he actually knew, albeit slightly. They had been allies in victory when they had taken the Mandalorian world.

"Krag" he acknowledged toward the Sith as he walked beside him. Krag, meanwhile, was a being he respected. He'd proved his worth in battle well enough, and that was good enough to earn the Sith's acknowledgement.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

"Krag... As anticipated, but you are sadly mistaken Graug. I am far from a coward, I have fought more than most in the entire Empire. I have simply been bidding my time until this moment in time to enact my grand scheme, and as I had predicted all of the pieces are falling slowly into place." Kaine Zambrano threw off the shadows concealing his form, revealing a form-fitting fighting suit overlapped with protective metal plating across the chest, arms, legs, and groin. A lightsaber was fastened tightly to his waist, and a large metallic gauntlet covered his entire right hand, while his left remained bare. His hair was jet black and combed back with only minimal bangs draping down over his face, and he had grown facial hair since last time Krag had seen the Sith Lord. A delicious mustache and goatee combo that fit well with his angular face.

Kaine adjusted his gauntlet slightly, making sure it was fastened tightly to his hand and forearm. His eyes scanned across Krag, then Nick, and then finally rested on Balaya, one of his servants whom he had previously trusted more than others, but alas due to a betrayal in the last coup his faith in her had all but evaporated. He kept her around only because she held too much promise to kill outright, and she served as a more than capable pawn for him to use. "Balaya, deal with the 501st when they arrive with their Lord. Make sure the Blackblades drink deep from their heathen blood, while I break their liege-lord in two." It was then that Kaine took position in the center of the shattered chamber, his lightsaber seamlessly sliding into his left hand as the Dark Side reverberated around his physical form. He had prepared for this, he was ready, all that was left was to await the arrival of the False King into the throne room.

And this time Ashin nor Mikhail was here to save Dranok Lussk.

@[member="Darth Arcis"] @[member="Krag"] @[member="Balaya Zambrano"] @[member="Nicholas DragonsFlame"]

 

[Other Space Kaiden]

Krag gave a deep, thunderous chuckle at the Sith Lord's words. There were many stories that Krag had heard, but during their last meeting Krag was too focused on his own battle to see what had happened in Kaine's. That was of little consequence now, however, as Krag would soon see if Dranok was the weakling that the Graug expected he was or if he could actually hold his throne. As the Dark Lord took his position in the center of the room, Krag stomped alongside him in a casual manner as if the battle had already been done and Kaine already the Emperor. Dragon's flame said his name from the corner and Krag regarded him only with a slight glance from his good eye.

"We shall see if your words hold true, Zambrano." Krag snorted, "This conflict will show me if you are worthy of Graug loyalty...or just another weakling to be caste aside."

Of course "loyalty" was a loose term. Krag had loyalty to those who could propel the Graug and Krag into the higher ranks of the Empire, if their usefulness had come to an end then there was no loyalty left to be had. Krag saw opportunity in this coup, an opportunity to become a respected hand of the Emperor and bring him one step closer to his goals. Perhaps Kaine's example would need to be one for Krag to follow, scheme until your time to strike and show your power is neigh. Time would tell if this style had suited Kaine and if Krag would even remember his name in a month.

Taking a strong stance just to the right of Kaine, Krag crossed his arms and waited....

@[member="Kaine Zambrano"] @[member="Balaya Zambrano"] @[member="Nicholas DragonsFlame"] @[member="Darth Arcis"]

 

[Nick Dragovalor]

A smirk crossed the face of the Sith Knight under his hood as Emperor Kaine spoke to Krag, waylaying his claims of Zambrano's cowardice. Nick meanwhile, simply watched, listened... It didn't matter to him what Kaine might have done in the past... What would matter to Nick would be what he saw with his very own eyes.

And with @[member="Darth Arcis"] soon to come... A feeling in his stomach told the Sith that he would find out just what Kaine was capable of rather soon...

He closed his eyes, relaxing in the embrace of the dark side of the Force that filled the air like a plague... He would wait then. Here, with @[member="Krag"], @[member="Kaine Zambrano"] and @[member="Balaya Zambrano"].... And would perhaps see if this new Emperor was the real deal or not...

 

[Hawke]

@[member="Kaine Zambrano"]

A female voice sounded throughout the halls, from above, but the echo made it hard to target. "Amidst the eternal waves of time; From a ripple of change shall the storm rise; Out of the abyss peer the eyes of a demon; Behold the Razgriz, its wings of black sheath"! Hawke leaned on the marble railing of the upper gallery. She saw the ships coming down from the skies and had more than enough time to mount a defense of the palace if she'd wanted to. Fact of the matter is she didn't and indeed hampered the efforts to do so. Lussk was someone she had grown to despise more and more. He fumbled the ball with the Mando's, losing the initiative they had after Yaga Minor. Things bogged down worse than a tank on Dagobah. Last she heard he gallivanted off to Nar Shaddaa with a token fleet to check the Republic forces invading them. Rumors flew what happened over the Holonet but there was so much misinformation the truth was unknown. Even their own intelligence was still in the mists.

"I can hardly be surprised though someone decided to rise up and take the mantle of Emperor again. The military is getting discontent with his rule. Least with the circles I converse with. If you carry the day here though Kaine, you best keep that momentum and put it forth to victories on the fields of battle". Solid observation and advice. If Kaine were to take over, but not prove better than Darth Arcis as he's now known. Some admiral might just take a fleet to this palace and melt it to a puddle of glass with him in it at a latter date. And no one survives that realistically. Kaine was her Sector Lord, she had some faith in his abilities.

 

[Satine D'nara]

Satine had come with her master @[member="Krag"] to attend to the situation at hand. Seeing the chaos about on what she was told was the captial planet of the Sith Empire, Satine began to wonder if it was a strong as she belived. When Krag spoke of a traitor after the message was sent by Emperor @[member="Darth Arcis"], she wondered who or what to expect from this @Kaine Zambrano only to have her answer when he revealed his armor. Tehn came the arrival of @[member="Nicholas DragonsFlame"] and @Balaya Zambrano and the message sent by @Hawke Katamirth. This had been the most Sith Satine had seen since she'd joined the Empire yet it was in a moment of utter chaos.

"Master?" she asked Krag. "I do not understand. I thought the Sith were together. Why are we at arms with each other now? I thought we saved that for Jedi?"

 

[Louise]

“This facial hair combination,” a voice from the shadow crowed, “you have the appearance of one who kidnaps children for pleasure.”

Karin Dorn lurked like Karin Dorns tended to do.

The Sith Master would have stayed back and observed the entire gambit play it if it wasn't for the disgusting creature that sat around Kaine's mouth. She, like everyone with a brain was on the side of the Lord Zambrano but at the same time, when a friend makes a bad fashion choice then it could only be the duty of Miss Dorn to right those wrongs and undermine confidences.

“For somebody who cannot play holochess to save his life, I'm almost impressed. It's all fitting together quite nicely.”

What? You were expecting an alliance formed with solid foundations, trust and friendship? At the end of the day, Kaine Zambrano had murdered her and for that his price was to take catty remarks for all eternity. Oh, you're feeling good about yourself today? Nice shirt, did you get it from your grandmother?! Where's your cape, Zorro? Is that velcro on your boots? How old are you? FIVE?!

“Now, if we could kindly crack on, that would be grand,” the woman said, folding her arms across her chest like the impatient mother, “places to go, people to see.”

 

[Nick Dragovalor]

Nick couldn't help but chuckle a bit at @[member="Karin Dorn"]'s crack about Kaine's appearance suggesting he kidnapped children for pleasure. Truth be told, those were half the stories Nick had heard about their new Emperor.

He eyed the stranger @[member="Karin Dorn"] though. He hadn't seen her before. Was she new? No... He could sense the dark side in her, like a vortex that had sucked in as much as humanely possible. But he wasn't here to make friends, so he shook it off, though he found the woman amusing to say the least. While that didn't mean he LIKED her, he would probably at least be able to tolerate the Sith Master more then the others, he thought to himself.

Then he looked over at @[member="Satine D'nara"]. Ah, royalty, by the looks of her. Another interesting one... But regardless, he waited patiently for what was to come.

@[member="Hawke Katamirth"]
@[member="Krag"]
Da Emprah @[member="Kaine Zambrano"]
@[member="Balaya Zambrano"]

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Alexandra remained silent as she stood above them in the shadows of the rafters, and listened to the Sith and found something interesting as she stared at every one of them. She hated them, she hated this debt she owed the Zeltron, and she hated being a princess for the sake of power. She wanted everything to go back to normal, to sit in her home and meditate, to watch over the holocron and pick a new guardian when the time came. It was a cycle that an upstart Sith apprentice and a Sith Knight ruined... Sith knight... The woman named Belaya Zambrano, she had a million different names for her but nothing that could be said even her mind. She didnt trust a single soul in the room and she never would, she was forced to be this and she knew only one way of never being pushed around by them again, she would grow stronger than any of them and in the future she would be strong enough to leave.

Her hands tightened the moment that Kaine spoke and she couldnt help but cast a slight glare at him, he was the one she wanted dead most. Not because he was the one that had nearly kill her, not because he was Balaya's master, no it was for the sheer purpose that they were here. He was here to destroy the life of another and he was no doubt to become the new emperor of the Sith, what seemed to be an almost monthly change now and it was getting utterly moronic how much the sith fight amongst each other. What happened to loyalty and honor... these were sith, what was she talking about. Loyalty and Honor would never exist among them. She sighed and turned her attention back to the meeting, listening closely.

@[member="Nicholas DragonsFlame"] @[member="Karin Dorn"] @[member="Satine D'nara"] @[member="Hawke Katamirth"] @[member="Krag"] @[member="Balaya Zambrano"] @[member="Kaine Zambrano"]

 

[Judas of Vahl]

Forward Unto Battle​

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aFOo86PDDuE​

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Adorned with the flames and shadows of a blackened past, the warrior strode upwards into the binds of darkness. Steep ravines of death and staggering peaks of doom littered the lands, leaving only a single path in the wake of the armored warrior and his liege-men. Their fates sealing shut with each forward step. The last meals of many sat in their guts, wrenching in fear of what was to come. Yet, that fear was pushed away by the floodwaters of glory and loyalty to the true King.

Pristine white armor with a single blue stripe. The blue stripe of valor and courage. The hearts and minds of all men trooped forth into the room of the Broken Throne. There it sat, untouched and unloved. Its sleek, obsidian sides with nothing to cradle. The warrior king would have nothing to do with that pathetic chair. That's all it was to the true king. A real leader needed nothing special to sit in. One that did was weak.

And a weak one indeed appeared today.

"Zambrano!" the warrior king's voice boomed. The traditional armor of the Sith donned upon his physique. "I expected more of one who seemed so worthy." The king shook the thin, charcoal-hued robes from himself. A gauntlet shot out, retrieving his preferable weapon of combat. A lengthened hilt found itself in his hand, twin crimson blades igniting with a sickening crackle of hate and determination.

"You will pay your dues in blood."​

 

[Darth Carnifex]

[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vHHMzfJHyY4[/youtube]​

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"You are mistaken, Lussk. I am far worthier than you, for I have bled for this Empire a hundred times over. I have safeguarded it from those who would destroy it, and now the time has come for me to take control. But I will not be given the throne so lightly, I will fight and claw for it, as our ancestors have done countless times again. I will not have some pretender shatter the throne, and appoint an even bigger pretender in his stead! Your reign is over, Lussk." Kaine activated his single crimson blade, while his gauntlet crackled and sparked with power untold, the air becoming thick with ozone as the two physical, mental, and spiritual titans prepared to butt heads for the ultimate prize. His muscles bulged underneath the tight, form-fitting leather suit that he had donned, his armor reflecting the crimson glow of his blade and recast it back as horrific shadows of death across the hallowed walls.

His eyes narrowed, turning from emerald to sulfuric as his hatred and anger broiled to the forefront. Not many have seen Kaine truly give his all in fight, not for a long time, but now all doubts will be thrown to the wind. All preconceptions of power will be rewritten as these behemoths of power and glory clash in a titanic bout that will shake the very foundations of this world, and all others. Kaine took the offensive Djem So stance, his lightsaber angled high above his head as he intently studied his mortal foe, time slowing down as the calm began to dissipate before the unrelenting storm. That calm became forever shattered by what Kaine said next...

"One shall stand, and one shall fall."​

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Then a flesh of blue, a flash of crimson heralded the beginning of the fight. Kaine unleashed a quick, yet ferocious burst of Sith lightning from his right hand towards Dranok's weapon, while Kaine's own weapon swung downward as Kaine propelled himself forward to initiate the duel.

@[member="Darth Arcis"]

 

[Paige Argous]

@[member="Kaine Zambrano"] @[member="Darth Arcis"] @Nicholas DragonsFlame @Karin Dorn @Satine D'nara @Hawke Katamirth @Krag @Balaya Zambrano @[member="Alexandra Shadowstalker"]

Paega quickly draped her long black cloak and hood over herself as she exited her vehicle. Like Lord Krag, the blonde Sith Knight had been residing in the planet of Korriban when the news of what was happening on Dromund Kaas reached her ears. It didn't take too long to get herself to Kaas City. Paega followed the last of Emperor Lussk's 501st Legion into the building where the throne would be, a lightning cracking loudly behind her as she made her way inside.

This was the very first coup in which she was participating in, and she got the feeling that it would certainly not be the last. Inside, tensions were running high. There were a multitude of Sith in the room, but the primary focus was on two figures, Sith Lord Zambrano and the Sith Emperor. Paega simply moved to take her place at the side of the room with other Sith Knights.

The blonde knew that her former mentor was a capable leadership for the Empire. But the unfortunate fact remained that the number of ambitious Sith grealty outnumbered those that held any sort of loyalty. As for the time being, Paega was content to watch the two powerful Sith duke it out.

 

[Raien Keth]

From behind the shadows, shadows that were expelled outwards swirling to mask his presence, until that presence came through them. Rising from a heavy knee, metal boots crushed his weight into the ground, to claim dominance over his position, one step at a time, scaring his name into the floor as he walked up the steps. The Betrayer's cracked pale skin, scarred with battles innumerable, force lightening, rebuilt limbs, a crushing gravity to his aura, iron sheets of control laying their foundations solidly on the ground. Once silver orbs, eyes now pits of crushed black, pressured attentions boring into anyone who came before them, the two men fighting to start with. Raien, had awoken, and the galaxy would be damned because of it.

The Betrayer, flanked Darth Arcis 's approach, until he started to fight, taking his position. Betrayer, a name he'd earned by personally seeing to the burning of his homeworld, so it might be rebuilt stronger, something he'd revisited on people time and time again. A hundred duels he'd survived and would survive a hundred more, this would be an education to see if any Sith was worthy of him staying. Though pieces of him were scattered, his body that of a husk or a shell, it was as lethal as it ever was, only the personality was shattered.

A gritty throat wanted to laugh out at its reawakening, but instead it breathed the dusty air, re-tasting what the Sith had become in his absence. Rebuilt from being cut asunder, not mechanically, he used the pain of the wounds as he walked, and his speech to better understand the present. Rakattan runes lined his jet black battle robes, telling a story of loathing, inscribed in fire and pain.

Watching the battle before him, today would be one more chapter of the same.

 

[Nick Dragovalor]

A face that would strike @[member="Alexandra Shadowstalker"] as familiar would gaze at her as DragonsFlame noticed her... But she would likely realize quickly that he wasn't the Jedi Master she had met long ago. Regardless though, the two shared very similar facial features, though it was quite obvious that this one was a Sith just by looking at him... Very unlike the one she knew who just by looking at him showed he was full of life, likely a friendly sort, and wise beyond his years. This one though... Looked like he was half dead, and miserable.

Alas, Nick watched the Emperor Dranok Lussk and Kaine Zambrano duke it out carefully, closely... This would be Kaine's true test. If he could honorably, and properly defeat Dranok without help here.... Well, as it likely would be for Krag, he would have earned Nick's respect, and in that regard, his loyalty as well.

The same, of course... Went to Dranok. If he could stop this coup attempt right here, in front of his very eyes... Dranok would earn Nick's respect and loyalty. He wasn't a fan of serving a farce... A blowhard that hadn't proven his position. One of these men, on this fateful day... Would show DragonsFlame and the rest of the Sith in this room that they were more then just bravado.

@Hawke Katamirth
@Krag
@Kaine Zambrano
@Balaya Zambrano
@[member="Darth Arcis"]

 

[Balaya Praelior Zambrano]

@Kaine Zambrano @Darth Arcis @Nicholas DragonsFlame @Karin Dorn @Satine D'nara @Hawke Katamirth @Krag @[member="Paega Anginous"] @Alexandra Shadowstalker @[member="Raien Keth"]

Balaya heard the orders to fight with the blackblades when the time came and she looked at the small gathering of sith who had come and it brought a laugh to her that resonated out. Her words were meant for Alexandra while she looked up raising an eyebrow and letting her cybernetics show. "Come apprentice." Then she heard it the sound of boots coming while moving to a different position in the room. With a sneer the beskad came out gleaming while she turned to see the blackblade commander with her. "Engage the 501st but stay out of Lord Kaine's way, any who try and interfere with him breaking the emperor will find what happened to me a vacation in comparison." The man gave a nod of his head while the Emperor could be seen and then someone else was there with him.

Balaya's blade pointed towards @[member="Raien Keth"] and she clenched her hand on the hilt until it was while knuckled. Her anger coursing and rage building. Compared to some of the others she had met or trained there was no need for pretense. She bulked, rage and body to increase her muscle mass and strength. Some speed but that could be manageable with armor built for fighting her master. "You" Was all she needed turning to the side and letting the mane of red hair be next to her. Her claws talons tapping the armor. "Stand do not interfere."

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Her eyes flickered to meet @[member="Nicholas DragonsFlame"] for half a second, the glare fading and replaced by curiousity before it returned worse than before. Though it was not for him that the glare was aimed even if it had been physically, it was at what he became while a man that looked like him was different in many ways. As Dranok entered the room she waited to see who took which side and saw as @[member="Balaya Zambrano"] intercepted @[member="Raien Keth"]. Another bloody coup, of course it was going to be one and she would now have to pick a side, which she clearly hadn't. Loyalty to the Emperor like before, or loyalty to Kaine. She had chosen wrong last time and now she stood unsure which to choose, who to support, and what to do. @[member="Paega Anginous"] @[member="Kaine Zambrano"] @[member="Darth Arcis"]