Dominion Meliora | Tales from the Empire Pt. 2 (TSE Dominion of Ventooine)

[Thaelius]

"Interesting" was the only word that slipped out of the Admiral's mouth. Although it was whispered it was still heard by other members of the High Command who all looked at him for his take on the unfolding of events. He was known to be rather vocal on his opinions however he had nothing to say. ​

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He had been aware of the changes being made to the Empire. The Circle was first, followed by the Meliora and now the abdication of Darth Carnifex . ​

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"As I served your father, I serve you" His red eyes locked on Joycelyn Zambrano as he slowly fell to his knees in a bow fit for a woman of her status. "My Empress" With that he rose and turned to face the rest of the chamber. ​

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"Long may the Sith Flame burn bright. Long may the Dark Lord reign. And long may House Zambarno stand strong, under the guidance of it's Empress"​

 

[Iasha Rha]

Iasha rolled off the mangled corpse in a coughing fit as she tried to expel the smoke from her lungs and pull up the protective mask once more. Once she started to get her bearings, the twi'lek scrambled to recover her lightsabre and ensure that her payload was still on her person, and holstered her blaster for later. The cough ravaged through her chest, leaving a stinging pain as she pushed herself up to her feet and stumbled up the stairs. Crashing her shoulder against the door, she pushed her way inside and closed them behind her.

Inside, there was no smoke, the air was clear.

But there were a lot of blasters pointed at her.

As their fingers went to the triggers, she pushed her hands out in front of her with desperation. The Force lashed out against her opponents, sending them sprawling on their backs; some of them crashed against the stairs, some slid far down the hall, and some crashed into walls decorated with fine art. Busts and statues toppled over, denting metal and sending stone scattering over the tiled floor. She could not defend against that many, so she bolted. Iasha just had to deliver the payload and get out. Her hands delved into the bag again, picking up two more yellow orbs in one hand, while counting four steely grey hemispheres. She hoped it would be enough.

She sprinted toward the two curving stairs, jumped onto the banister of one and leapt from there to the mezzanine of the second floor with a sideways flip that barely put her feet over the side of the banister. Downstairs, she saw the remaining security force rising from their concussions among the broken pieces of art.

Opening a pair of white and golden doors, she threw the last two yellow orbs ahead of her. They popped with a scream, causing those in its presence to clutch their heads in agony.

Her breath was quick and her heart beat hard as she strode in among the writhing dignitaries and rebels. She shut the doors behind her and kicked the internal controls to pieces in order to keep them shut. Not everyone inside had fallen to the sonic grenades, but fear and surprise had pinned them up against the walls as the twi'lek Sith acolyte strode into the centre of the room with as much presence as she could muster.

"By the power vested in me by the Sith Empire," She slipped her left hand into the satchel and pulled out one of the hemispheric explosives, activating it and tossing it against one of the walls. It stuck. "By his Imperial Highness Darth Carnifex," A blaster was drawn, but Iasha responded by activating her sabre and pointing it at the gunner. While their eyes were locked, she pulled out another grenade, armed it and tossed it to the opposite side of the room. "And the dark side of the Force" He pulled the trigger, she deflected and threw another grenade. The doors bulged with a heavy hit from the outside: Security pushing in- "You are hereby find you guilty in sedition and conspiring against the Sith Empire, which the punishment is death." She dropped the last explosives on the floor and kept her sabre in the direction of the drawn blaster.

 

[Constantinius Zambrano]

"Long live the Dark Lord! Long live the Empress!", a familiar voice said from the entrance of the room. He had spent months sweeping the far corners of the Empire, scouring them of potential threats. Pirates, marauders, rebellions. He had brought many low during his noble crusade, and now Constantinius Zambrano, son of Carnifex and Izazsh Zambrano, had returned to support his newly crowned half sister and uncle in this new time for the Empire.

His hulking power armored form strode confidently across the room to stand beside his uncle and sister, placing a friendly hand on her shoulder. "This is a momentous occasion to return to! Certain threats to our empire have required my attention, but now they have been dealt with, I and my legions now stand ready to support you and Uncle Prazutis in your rule, however I can.", he said with a proud smile. He'd always admired Jocelyn above his other siblings. She was definitely the perfect candidate to lead the Sith Empire forward alongside their uncle.

Ellie Mors | Darth Carnifex | Telis Taharin-Zambrano | Onrai | Taeli Raaf | Darth Voracitos | AMCO | Darth Prazutis | Kaalia Pavanos | Darth Athora | Thaelius | Ben Acrax | Ingrid L'lerim

 

[Darth Prazutis]

He had known.

When his nephew made the decision to step down, naturally he was the very first person to find out. They had been together for over six decades after all this time there was no secrets between them. Ever since the first day Kaine had taken the throne he served as his Shadow Hand. It was his duty to protect him, to defend him, to lead the Empire's armies against his enemies. In the pursuit of that duty the Lord of Lies had used every skill in his arsenal to secure his position. So much power had been consolidated beneath Kaine Zambrano, no other since Palpatine the Great had possessed such absolute authority. A maze. A shadow network of informants, cults of divinity and the Kainenites sponsored by ORDIS at his direction. It was his duty to protect his blood even from their own empire, to see everything he couldn't see.​

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But this took him by surprise.​

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To pass the torch, to hand over the reins. To know that after all these years his nephew had so much confidence in him, that he was willing to step back and allow him to assume the mantle as the Dark Lord of the Sith Order and half of the Sith Diarchy. It was only he who could've taken the reins. All those years ago before the Empires foundations they had gone to Exegol together, absorbed that of all the Sith Orders past into themselves and had become its future. Now alongside his cousin. Joycelyn. What she lacked in experience she made up for in potential, vision, strength. They would rule the empire together and he would guide her in the way he had his nephew along the way. The empire had suffered much of late with the fall of the southern systems by the parasite. But they would endure.​

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The Sith were eternal.​

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Now beside the Emperor Emeritus the newly anointed Dark Lord of the Sith took the podium once more before all of Sith Space.​

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"In our path towards order we have stumbled. Chaos has descended with intent to disrupt our glorious work. We find ourselves facing enemies on all sides. The Traitors to the north, the Mongrel horde to the south, and the Jedi to the west. Why? They know who we are. They've always known. The might of the Sith have brought all the galaxy to its knees time and time again. We alone hold the power of change, of fate itself in the palms of our hands. They fear the power we wield in our hands alone. We have known great success and hardship all throughout our history. But there is one truth none can deny. The Sith endure. When our enemies come I will be there to meet them. I will stand against them. But will I stand alone? Will we stand alone? Who will stand with me to destroy them!" The Dark Lord paused. Wordcraft was a skill he mastered long ago. The pause was enough to draw the already frenzied crowd in deeper, to let his people answer for him. Their cheers and frenzied cries grew louder and louder. ​

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"We stand together as one! Qoritottoi!"​

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"Qoritottoi!"​

"Qoritottoi!"​

"Qoritottoi!"​

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What did it mean? In the tongue of the Sith it meant one thing.​

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To the end. Together they would fight. They would never break, never bend in the face of their enemy. That determination alone would carry them through.​

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To the end. ​

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Darth Carnifex | Kaalia Pavanos | AMCO | Taeli Raaf | Darth Athora | Onrai | Telis Taharin-Zambrano | Thaelius | Ingrid L'lerim | Ben Acrax | Darth Voracitos | Arctus Silmar | Gunnr Zambrano ​

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[Ingrid L'lerim]

Lady Ingrid L’lerim-Ragal
Empress Regent of the Eternal Empire, Overlord of the Eternal Empire, the Emperor's hand
The Red Witch; Director of Blackwatch; Baroness of Vengard, Head of the House L’lerim, CEO of the HPI Consortium​

Location: Meeting place, Ventooine
Equipment: 2x red blade lightsaber shoto | Gildenweave Imperial Uniform | Viper Mk. I Skinsuit | G1 OmniLink | Shield talisman
Tags: Ellie Mors | Darth Carnifex | Telis Taharin-Zambrano | Onrai | Taeli Raaf | Darth Voracitos | AMCO | Darth Prazutis | Kaalia Pavanos | Darth Athora | Thaelius | Ben Acrax

To tell the truth, the woman did not expect such developments at all when she came to this meeting. She didn’t know what to expect, what the leaders had invented, but it was startling even then. She was glad that she had perfect control over her emotions and motions, body-language, so they couldn't tell what Ingrid was feeling or just thinking about the situation. Because she didn't really know yet.

She could not afford the luxury of viewing events as a private individual. The red-hair woman now had to be present as the Overlord of the Eternal Empire. And in this role she had to consider events, that was the most important thing, how this whole event would affect the Eternal Empire. Not to her personally, but to the Empire. After all, like an ever-vigilant mother, she had to take care of her Empire.

Ingrid still didn’t like this position, but she was too honest and too workaholic to listen to AMCO and put a puppet emperor on the throne of the Eternal Empire. She would have the same amount of work because she would control the puppet emperor, or even more for that reason. Luckily, Kessia Miran was still usable if the woman had to spend a few days for something else that couldn’t always have been in public.

She played for a moment with the thought of what their situation would be like if Tacitus were still on the throne. In the meantime, she also heard the words, because of her previously stolen memories and her studies, she was already fluent in ur-Kittât, so she understood the words as well. The future will tell you what will happen.

But she still did nothing or intervened, after all, the Overlord was still just a guest here…

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[Arctus Silmar]

The Shaper

The Iron Crown|| Whilstone of Prowess|| Whilstone of Acuity
Whilstone of Power|| Acharn|| Urfael|| Mithralian
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The Shaper was broken from his murmuring reverie by the announcement of a change, a monumental change, in the power structure of the Sith. He eyes rose from the ground to look amongst the gathered leadership, lords and prominent of the Empire and he felt.... pensive. While this change was something he had never seen for the Sith he would be nothing short of a hypocrite were he unable to adapt to the changing tides as he impressed upon his apprentices. No. This too he would take in stride. His gaze sidelong went to the flesh golem of Voracitos, narrowed ever so slightly, before he turned his attention to the ruminations of the rest of those assembled.

Normally the Shaper would have some comment, some plan or words to be spoken, but in this moment he saw something. Something he did not need the Whilstones to see, as his eyes flitted back and forth, he pursed his lips ever so slightly. He would make no comment here, his loyalty to the Empire was obvious, though he would have words for the new Dark Lord once his audience could be secured in something resembling privacy. What he saw... what he heard... concerned him. A mild thing, at best, but something to be rectified nonetheless. In the meantime, what he had seen amidst the Corpulent One had made him restless, so the Shaper set about finding something to occupy himself.

Finding a much more secluded space was rather easy given the massive assembly in attendance and, kneeling down, the Shaper tapped into the Whilstones of Power and Acuity. Casting his senses out across the planet in as subtle a fashion as possible. In particular he could feel the roiling mass of power emanating from the presence of the Sith at the announcement, but that was to be expected, what he did not expect was the exertion on the part of an acolyte far off on the surface of Ventooine. Upon narrowing his senses Shaper saw a clear, distinct vision of one Iasha Rha in the midst of an assignment. From what his vision showed him of the compound she had done very well and so the Shaper decide to assist the acolyte. If for no other reason than to cure his boredom.

The effort required to interact at such a distance also filled the Shaper with some amount of satisfaction and he would make his presence in the Force distinctly known to Iasha, that she was not alone, and even from this distance he would invigorate her. A thin swirling whirl of tangible shadow coalescing around the acolyte. Clinging to her dark robes and assisting in defending her from her would-be assailants as she set about finishing her tasks. The familiar caress of the Dark Side stemming her exhausting as a cool, steadying presence in the Force would offer to take the pain away and sharpen her senses.

Darth Voracitos Darth Prazutis Darth Carnifex Joycelyn Zambrano Ellie Mors Telis Taharin-Zambrano Onrai Taeli Raaf AMCO Kaalia Pavanos Darth Athora Thaelius Ben Acrax Ingrid L'lerim

 

[Skorvek]

Manipulating the souls of those long dead is simple to those who already have touched that field as you and I have. He nodded in approval as he watched what she did as she explained what they could do all he did was nod again before sending out several more specters to spread out and multiply through out the powerplant to possess and take over any and all living souls within. This will take some time so he merely kept with Adara Raxis in the shadows as he waited, despite his size his use of his abilities made hiding from these simple minded folk easy.

Adara has indeed grown and she will continue to do as such and one day when she reaches her peak she will become strong enough that with or without the force at her call none can stand before her.

 

[Iasha Rha]

Iasha's brow knotted up as she felt the other presence suddenly watching her, surrounding her. The rebel took that chance to fire his blaster, thinking she was distracted. Iasha's speed surprised even herself as she turned the sabre and twisted it slightly. The plasma bolt hit the blade and bounced off, striking the rebel between the eyes and sending him toppling over on his back. She seized the moment to turn around, holding the blade out as a threat.

"Any resistance will be met with extreme prejudice!"

A human looked to his fellows and was pushed forward, hands still held in the air.

"How much more extreme could your prejudice be? You are threatening us with explosives!"

Iasha's lips thinned. He made a point. She had thought so much about how to subjugate that she hadn't really thought of a next step. Then again, did she need one? They were all sentenced to death. She peeked over her shoulder and backed up against the window.

"Are those really your last words?"

She swiftly kicked the window open and jumped up into the windowsil. Holding her blade out in front of her. The bombs were armed and set, all she had to do was escape. The jump to the wall would be far, but she was certain she could make it. If she didn't, well, then she wouldn't be worthy of another chance, would she?

"Pathetic."

Iasha clicked the trigger on her arm and jumped. Her body flipped in the air as she commanded the Force to carry her high and far. The blast illuminated the structure, casting it into a stark contrast of light and shadow before the blast became audible. The shockwave carried Iasha further, throwing her off her form. Debris shot through the sky, leaving streaks of ash and flame. She landed on her feet, fell into a backwards tumble, up to her feet and down on her rear again. The sabre in her hand hissed against the grass before she deactivated it.

A chuckle climbed up through her throat, then turned into a laugh as she embraced herself.