Loose Ends Meet Again

[Darth Ophidia]

Dark clouds loomed over the royal palace of Mindabaal. The distant rumbling of thunder forewarned the coming storm as it rolled over the far mountains, and heavy rain pattered the windows. Echoes travelled through the empty royal reception where a harrowed Crown Prince Donovan of house Andupaar sat alone on his throne. A terrible weight burdened his shoulders, casting him into premature age. His queen stood before him: The Queen that had slaughtered his entire family on the day of their wedding and corrupted his mind with her cancerous touch. She was not radiant or beautiful like the day they had married, but a dark and cruel creature that held his heart in her frozen talons. Though he sat upon the throne, it was she who ruled through her decoys and proxies. Now, she stood before him in her actual form. Eyes of burning embers set in a face of ash, staring at him under unblinking eyelids painted in the hue of soot and coal.

"My Prince. Mindabaal stands alone. The Sith have left."

Donovan raised his eyes under heavy eyelids and forced himself to straighten up in his seat. He was the ruler, the sovereign, yet he felt so powerless, so drowsy, so angry.

"I see still one remains: The fiend that feasts upon my dreams, saps my strength, stole my heart."

He clasped his chest, but felt his hand instantly fall into his lap. It took remarkable effort for him to sit up straight. His anger battled the synthetic love the serpent had injected in his mind.

"That is no way to speak to your queen, is it?"

With long strides, she made her way up the steps of the throne. Her left hand raised up in front of her, showing the ring she wore for this very occasion. It bound them by law and gave her rightful claim to the throne. It was a taunt to his legacy, his pride, and a painful reminder of the day of their wedding. Silence took Donovan as he looked away like a shunned dog.

"But it is not untrue; I remain for the moment. How could I leave without visiting my husband?"

Her words were poison. Donovan's face twisted in pain and with a push of effort he stood from his seat. His hands clenched into fists.

"What is it you want then, wife?"

She did not stop her stride, but carried on the momentum and put her hands on his arms. It was a gesture of comfort, but also a measure of security as she could now prevent him from lashing out with his arms.

"To say goodbye, my love. Am I not allowed such affections?"

He stilled, face twisted in confused pain, adoration, and disgust.

"You lie. There is no love in you, no affection. You are dead to your very core."

"I am hurt by your words, my Prince. You show such distrust, such anger. Will I have no parting gift? No one last kiss?"

"A kiss?" "A kiss - And I leave you in peace." "Peace."

His eyes grew heavy with her touch; his knees grew weak. She stepped up to the throne, standing face to face with him now. They leaned close, lips parting. A smile danced on the purple lips of the Queen, her eyes did not close.

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[Mythos]

Justice and Vengeance, two things Mythos did not confuse yet this was both and neither... this was about the end or a new begining. The gates of the palace swung open and Mythos returned once again to it's halls, last time he was here he was an apprentice... an apprentice in the service of the One Sith, a servant of an Emperor who was murdered. He found opposition, guards in place to protect the royal family but there was no need for subterfuge or stealth, no need for disguises and timing... just brutal and efficient firepower. Mythos had the Axe in his back, more to attract his prey than to use it as a weapon... his real weapon was a massive blaster railgun that fired seven hundred blastershots per minute and he walked in with finger squeezing the trigger hard. The main hall was instantly a lit with violence and brutality, Mythos' HUD sensor over his right eye showed casualties and injuries mounting up, the barrage stopped, Mythos let loose a recon drone from his left wrist that hovered at amazing speeds.

The droid was called W.A.S.D: War Analysis Sentry Drone and it served a single purpose; to record the data of a live battlefield and upload the information in real time to a mobile server in range, in this case, Mythos' HUD. With the help of Wasd Mythos was able to hit and pin down enemies in balconies and behind cover knowing how they are positioned without using any sort of X-Rays. The blasterfire rained down from the railgun, blue plasmaburst forth from the multiple barrels like the lines of a hyperspace jump and crashed down with vicious power destroying any type of cover and ripping apart all formal resistance but Mythos made sure no one was alive after this assault, he pressed the the attack, he put pressure on reinforced durasteel walls eventually dismantling the support of the rooms and walls causing the ceiling and shrapnel to be as dangerous or even more deadly than his main weapon.

It was over in a blink, wreckage and blood were everywhere as well as a chandelier Mythos recognized and shattered glass. Behind Mythos walked in a beast of almost two hundred kilograms of pure muscle. Groom... Mythos' Tukata and a natural born killer.

"I'm here..."

[member="Darth Ophidia"]