Rise of a Tof Prince

[Vogjon]

Vogjon stood on the large balcony that protruded from the side of his quarters in the Royal Palace, overlooking the city below. A warm wind carrying the fragrance of salt, the smell of the sea, blew in front the extensive harbour of the capital city of the Western Islands, which was just visible across the seemingly endless city of Calman. One of the servants had been standing impatiently behind him for several minutes now, but he could wait. Most likely he was just calling him to another royal gathering, or giving another task given by the King. The crown prince of the Western Islands continued to stare over the city, watching merchants gather around the town center to peddle their goods. There seemed to be a strangely high amount of guards about the city today, one stationed at every corner, and six more in the town center alone. Not only that, but colorful flags and streamers were being hung off the edges of roofs all over the city. Is there a festival I wasn't told of? No, not possible... I would have been informed. The servant behind Vogjon abruptly cleared his throat, snapping the prince out of his thoughts. He turned to the short balding servant with a scowl, wondering what he could possibly want, now...
"The Ki-" The servant began as Vogjon raised his hand, cutting him off, and turned back to the balcony. The impatient servant frowned, and began to speak again, before he was interupted a second time. "I have not given you permission to speak yet, Heggius." The servant's face tinted red, but he stayed quiet. A small squabble began out in the town center, a man was throwing loaves of bread at one of the merchants, as he chased him around the massive statue of King Egjon that marked town center. A moment later, a pair of royal guards dressed in red and gold dashed from their posts, raising their cudgels high above their heads in warning. The peasant turned his rampage on the two guards, until they began to beat the old man in to submission with their curved cudgels. The Prince smiled as he watched a pair of stun-shackles be clamped on to the peasant's wrist, as he was dragged away. He slowly turned towards the servant behind him after the spectacle was over. "Speak" Heggius, on the verge of screaming, replied. "King Ebjon, the Great, demands your precense in the throne chambers, immidiettly, Your Highness" The servant made sure to add sarcasm to the last words, before he stomped off to continue his duties. The Prince sighed again, before making his way to the lower halls.
Incompetence. Sheer incompetence.



[[OOC Notice: This is my first post here, any feedback is appreciated. This is the first segment in a series that will lead to my character's development]]

 

[Vogjon]

The Crown Prince of the Western Islands walked through the long hallways of the palace, ignoring the extensive decorations such as elaborate tapestries and statues of past royalty. What could he possibly want? Vogjon stopped in front of the massive double doors that led in to the throne room. Elaborate patterns bordered the great wooden doors, around detailed paintings featuring past conquests of the Western Islands. He reached for the two massive handles of braided gold that curved out of the edges of the doorway, and pushes them forwards to stride in to the massive room behind them. The throne room was decorated with huge fountains and busts arranged around the huge marble pillars that held up the domed roof, which featured a elaborate painting of a fleet of warships attacking one of the many massive sea-dwelling predators of the planet. Situated against the back wall, under a multi-colored tapestry featuring the last King of Tof- from the days where all of Tof was ruled under one king- sat a huge throne molded from gold and speckled with precious jewels. Within the throne sat the ridiculously overweight King of the Western Islands, donning an elaborate bright red robe with gold trim and a high collar, complimented with a bone-white powdered wig. The only son of the king before him preformed a steep bow, before speaking sarcastically. "You called, My king?" After a few moments the severely obese King Egjon spoke in a deep bellowing voice that echoed off the marble walls of the throne chambers. "As you most likely have found out by now, there is to be a gathering." Vogjon rose from the bow as the King spoke. "The governer of Calman, the Lords of the nearest islands, and all of the Dukes of the Western islands will attend. The kings of the Northern Land, and the Central Oceans are going to be invited to Calman." Vogjon's jaw dropped in shock at the King's news as he continued. "For the first time in six generations, the nations of Tof will come to peace." The Prince's eyes widened. The Tof civilizations are based on warfare- a King must prove himself through combat and strength, or risk being overthrown by his people, considered as 'weak'. A worldwide peace between the nations? Unheard of. Although the prince only nodded as Egjon continued. "The city is to be kept to it's finest status, as well as all members of the palace and the ruling bodies of the Western Islands. Any signs of weakness must be stamped out before the gathering. Is that understood?" The king stared at his son threateningly, before continuing. "If anything goes wrong with this meeting, it will be your problem. So I suggest you make sure there is no issue." Vogjon smiled carefully, and preformed another deep bow. "As you wish, my liege."

 

[Ballen-Ist]

The fancily decorated main throne room of the Western Island's palace was alit with beautiful gold lined tapestries that hung from the wall, along with other expensive looking painting that dated back hundreds of years ago. The planet indeed was old, and held a rather infamous title to it's name. Known for it's rebellious actions against the rest of the galaxy, Ballen-Ist had taken the time to establish trust within the kingdom, having arrived years earlier as an unknown individual. The rest of the Kingdom's officials knew little of the cloaked figure that was by the King's side at all times, his identity having been hidden rather well. The two massive doors that led to the shining jewel plated golden throne would swing open as Prince [member="Vogjon"] made his appearance, having been summoned by the King himself. Remaining silent, the short, dark clothed figure would be still beside the obese King, listening to his every word as he spoke to the defiant son. Royal guards lined the majestic red silken rug that lead to the royal throne, apparently willing to protect it with their life. The ruler of the Western Kingdom would begin to speak, voicing his reasons for the Prince's summoning, and the meeting itself.

Ballen-Ist had been aware of the ruler's plans for quite some time now, even having been present for the brief discussions that had been had between the rulers of the different continents. A culture that was known to have been based on war-fare did not deserve to have it's name tarnished by foolish decisions. Even if the meeting were to happen, nothing could predict it's outcome, perhaps a new war would break out. Six generations of death and war did not deserve to be simply thrown away on such a foolish notion that was not even sure to succeed. The boy's yellow glowing eyes would shift to the side, as his neck craned beneath the dark hood, his ominous presence being emphasized further. "Perhaps you overthink this decision, my lord." The young Sith would speak, his red skin being shrouded by the many layers of cloth that decorated his own body.

 

[Vogjon]

Vogjon rised from his last bow, glancing between the king's young advisor, [member="Ballen-Ist"], and the king himself, allowing his gaze to linger on the Sith for a few moments. The King was making a dire mistake, allowing the leaders of potential enemy nations to visit unknown territories. Anything could happen to them. Anything at all. The prince turned slowly on the long velvet carpet that stretched from the enterance to the throne room, all the way towards the large throne itself, a shadow of a smile etched on his features. "If all goes well, You will be remembered as the King that brought peace..." The weak king. The king who rather make friends with his enemies then prove his worth. The Prince only continued to smile as he walked slowly out of the throne room. It won't be long now. The weak will be purged from this nation. Vogjon rested his hands on the ornate golden handles of the double doors before him, before he left. "Matters will be attended to, to ensure the.... safety of this event." The Prince pulled the great doors before him back, and left the throne chambers.

[OOC: Sorry for the short reply, have to head to bed. Will do more in the morning.]

 

[Vogjon]

Vogjon strode down the decorated hallways of the palace for the second time in the last twenty-four hours, although this time only the ocassional torch scone lit his way. The open windows that dotted the hallways displayed the star-filled sky of Tof, it's three moons laying in the sky in an arch, illuminating the city below. The Prince made a quick turn through the passages of the palace, making his way to the private quarters of the king's favorite advisor- a young red-skinned alien, one of the few from the sea of stars to actually find his way to the obscure planet. Over the past years the short alien had become a favorite of the king, possibly knowing more about Egjon that anyone else. A perfect place to start. Making sure that he was not folowed the Tof prince turned in to a less traveled corridor, and stopped in front of the enterance to [member="Ballen-Ist"] 's private quarters, and rammed his large fist on the wood, making sure not to be loud enough to alert other inhabitants of the palace. Vogjon spoke through the door, careful not to speak loud enough for his voice to carry through the castle.
"I have an offer for you, Ballen"

 

[Ballen-Ist]

As Prince [member="Vogjon"] approached, Ballen-Ist's brow would furrow, his mind becoming aware of the Tof's presence. The young boy had been meditating for quite some time, sitting on the comfortable red silken carpet of his quarters. He had been granted many privileges since his arrival, his advice having been valued greatly by the previously war-bent king. Hours had passed since the Prince's summoning, the red skinned Sith having already turned in for the night, or so most thought. As Vogjon's arm extended to knock on the large wooden door, it would pull open ghostly, allowing the man to peer into the room's contents. It was like most of the other high-class one's, decorated with only the finest of materials. "Come in, your highness." The boy would speak softly, his voice echoing towards the exit.

"An offer, you say?" Ballen-Ist would question, slowly lifting to his feet to glance at the man. His dark cloak which he usually wore had been hung on a nearby rack, revealing his casual clothing. Every part of his body was concealed by the dark cloth, save his head which allowed his youthful features to gaze forward at the Prince. "What do you think of your father's decision?"

 

[Vogjon]

The Tof prince stepped in to the quarters of [member="Ballen-Ist"], shutting the great wooden door behind him. The tall alien observed the quarters for a few moments, before directing his focus on the boy before him. "My father's decision is foolish." The Prince began, placing his hands behind his back formally. "His reign will bring the nation to it's knees. The other nations will not accept peace for long- they will simply use this advantage to attack us from behind. My Father is dilluted to think that peace between the nations is feasable. Therfore, I am here to make you an offer of power. Within the coming years, the three nations of Tof will crumble, to be united under one King as the planet once was. Every sentient on the planet will be given an option in the coming change: To either stand by this new Tof Kingdom, or be enslaved by it. I am giving you the choice, first. You could gain great power and influence, or you could gain a powerful enemy. I am not here to make threats, only to warn you." Vogjon surveyed the Sith boy for a few moments, before speaking again. "What is your awnser?"

 

[Ballen-Ist]

"I have foreseen this. I've already been able to station my Star Destroyer on the planet, along with it's crew." He spoke, breathing quietly as he finished his statement. Now standing on both of his feet, the boy would begin to pace, his black gloved hand lifting to stroke at the two tendrils of skin that were his chin. "My men have already infiltrated your ranks as well, posing as royal guards. I could begin a siege against this Kingdom if I wanted to." He would say, pausing in his movement as he turned to look at Prince [member='Vogjon']. Raising his brow, he would give the yellow skinned man a questioning look, attempting to sense out his feelings on the situation that had been explained. "I have prepared, not to worry." The boy would say, turning to retreat deeper into his room. "Come." He spoke, his voice echoing from the darkness of the next room.

As the Prince entered, the dim candles that laid around the room would suddenly grow, increasing by an alarming rate. The fire that danced upon the wicks would grow in size, casting a bright glow of orange through out the entire room. It was an armory apparently, filled with crates of ammo, it's walls lined with blaster racks. The young Sith's back remained turned to the Prince as he stood still, his eyes having been closed for quite some time now. The force that he manipulated had drawn itself into the fire, controlling it with a dominate grasp. However that grasp put a strain on the boy's mind, for he merely was a Knight. The fire manipulating technique was extremely stressful, though he would do his best to not show it. "I am glad you do not threaten me, for you would have made a powerful enemy. Feel free to use these resources." Ballen-Ist would say, his arm lifting to gesture towards the several blaster rifles, pistols, and other Imperial equipment that was strewn about neatly.

 

[Vogjon]

Vogjon strode along the corridors with the young Sith, keeping his hands folded behind his back as he walked. He wasn't suprised to hear that the alien had already planned for this- there were rumors about the boy... rumors that he had strange powers, powers from the worlds beyond Tof. These rumors were confirmed as he watched the flame from the candles rise around the boy. Yes, [member="Ballen-Ist"] will be useful indeed. The prince was even further amazed as he walked in to the back room of the Sith's quarters, to find a virtual armory of weaponry. Everything ranging from common blaster rifles, to small orbs that resembled powder bombs. How did he manage to get all of this in to the palace, of all places? The Prince listened carefully as Ballen-Ist described his forces that have penetrated the king's men- but interupted the young Sith as he described a 'Star destroyer'. Vogjon had heard stories of such machines before- huge starships capable of holding thousands upon thousands of sentients within them. Even larger then the star-going vessels that Tof owned hundreds of years ago. This boy that had befriended his father actually owned one of these ships? This was going to be easier then he had planned. With a starship of that caliber on his side, who could stand against him? He would have to make sure to befriend this boy further. After a few moments of surveying the extensive equipment, Vogjon turned his attention back to the remarkable red-skinned alien. "You will not be disappointed. By the end of the gathering, I will be king over Tof. And you will be at my side. You will have power beyond your ability to fathom." The Tof smiled, oblivious to the fact that the young sith before him had powers beyond anything he could offer. With a curt nod, the prince turned, and strode out of Ballen-Ist's private quarters. He had matters to attend to.

 

[Vogjon]

Vogjon stood on the vast balcony off his private quarters, watching the sun rise in the sky, deep in thought. It will not be easy to both secure his place in the throne, and secure the support of the Kingdom. He could challenge his father for the throne? No, that would not cause war between the nations. He could use Ballen-ist's men to kill the king, as well as the other rulers, during the gathering... That. That could work. No, if royal guards killed the king? People would discover the conspiracy. No.. Bellan-ist's men will no be asigned to kill the king. They will kill the other rulers... The pursuing skirmish will surely result in the king's death. And then his sucessor will rise to the throne... And the Western Islands being responsible for the death of two other kings? War, for sure. Vogjon smiled and looked up from his thoughts, watching the sun rise high in the sky. Everything had fallen in to place. All he had to do now was arrange things with @Ballen-Ist. By the end of tomorrow's meeting, there will be war. And Vogjon will be king. The prince turned from his private quarters, and returned for the second time to Ballen-ist's, careful to take the long way to avoid being seen.

 

[Vogjon]

After supplying [member="Ballen-Ist"] with his strategy, Vogjon stood with a telescope, watching the horizon from his balcony. Beyond the crashing blue waves of the sea, on the very edge of the horizon, three huge golden ships floated over the water. Large masts displayed decoritive sails adorned with the symbol of the Central Ocean. Four dots to the west sat on the horizon as well, representing another escort, carrying the king of the Northern Land. When his telescope switched to it's highest magnification, Vogjon could barely make out the elaborate insignia on it's vast silver sails that marked them as vessels of the Northern land. By tomorrow, the kings shall arrive. It won't be long now.

 

[Ballen-Ist]

Gritting his teeth in frustration, Ballen-Ist's black cloak would waver wildly in his momentum as he strode down the dimly lit corridors of the Western palace. Everything had gone wrong, causing the boy to feel extremely angered. What was Prince [member="Vogjon"] thinking, the plan should have been executed before the other kingdom's arrival. If they managed to get within the Western Island and meet with the king, all would be lost, even if the meeting did not go as planned. The boy's black gloved hands would clench tightly into a fist as his arm raised, punching forward at the air infront of a large door. It would burst open, revealing the balcony on which the yellow skinned Prince stood. Ballen's face was a contorted image of anger, his emotions even more obvious as his chest heaved up and down in uncontrolled breathing. "Allowing them to even come remotely close to the Western Islands was a grand mistake, we should have brought the war to them. I won't allow them to enter this palace!" He would yell, stomping his foot violently on the solid floor.

A massive, dark shadow would be cast over the ocean as a large triangular form rose from the horizon. It's narrow, sharp looking tip would continue to grow in size as it approached the other three boat-like star ships. The Star Destroyer's immense size and presence would become apparent as it came out of hiding, rising from the waters far away from the Western Kingdom. "I'll take them out, now, then we shall move onto the king." The boy hissed, already having relayed messages to his soldiers. The storm troopers in disguise were only a team of fifty strong, though they did their best to evacuate the palace swiftly and silently. Patrolling the halls and knocking on many doors, inhabitants, servants, and the like would be forced from their residence as the plot began. All that remained in the large building was the Prince, King, Ballen-Ist, his troops, and the King's own royal guard. The red skinned teenager had made sure that all communications had been shut down, not allowing the other leaders to send messages to the palace. Stepping slowly out onto the balcony, the pure blooded Sith would fold his arms behind his back, gazing out to the horizon as turbo lasers cried out with power.

Surely, others within the kingdom would witness such a thing, but it would not matter, for excuses could be made later. The boy believed that he had prepared sufficiently for his moves, hoping that nothing would backfire and prevent him from his position of power. Massive green bolts of energy would blast forward from the Star Destroyer's surface, it's cannons taking aim and firing violently at the enemy. The flag ship would continue it's course, aiming to make it's way over top of the three boat-ships, raining down death from above. Resistance surely was put up, a grin forming on Ballen-Ist's face as they returned fire.

 

[Vogjon]

Vogjon watched calmly as his attempts were denied, seeing the massive starship- larger then he had even imagined- decsending over the enemy ships. He would lose the support of the kingdom now, if they found that he himself was responsible for the king's death, but that was only a minor problem. Any resisters would be killed, easily. The largest problem was that the outworlder, the alien, that had the forces capable of taking over the planet was defiant. The Tof slowly turned to [member="Ballen-Ist"], staring down at him with cold anger, unaware that he was provoking the anger of someone far more powerful then him. "Be careful how you speak to your elders, boy." The prince stepped over, towering over the young alien at nearly eight standard feet tall. "Due to this blunder, we will have lost support of the nation. We will have rebellion, resisters. Do you have enough men to quell millions of men who would have originally fought for our cause- While still fighting back the armies of the two nations we just provoked? We could have easily conqeured the enemy nations with the support of our own. Now, they will see me not as their king, but as the murderer of Ebjon." The soon-to-be-king towered over the young boy, staring at him threateningly. "Do you know what you have done?"

Meanwhile, the escorts of the ships containing the rulers of the Northern land and Central Ocean pitifully tried to defend themselves from the massive star destroyer over them. Small laser canons and powder filled canonballs fired from the ship, only for their weapons to bounce uselessly against the shields of the Sith vessel over them. Single shots from the powerful turbolasers of the destroyer demolished an entire Tof ship, causing it to spiral in to the ocean below. A swarming school of Greatfish had begun to assemble in the ocean below the wrecks, devouring the crews as they fell in to the seas. It wasn't long before the last ship of the two tiny fleets had fallen in to the ocean, beginning to sink with the king of the Central Ocean screaming from the central mast- firing his tiny blaster pistol at the massive spaceship above him. This was responded to by an ion missile, causing a large exlposion in the ocean around the Tof vessel. The ship was vaporized, and the two kings were killed. Two nations were left without rulers.

 

[Ballen-Ist]

Craning his neck, the boy would look up to the rather tall man, watching as he approached and stood angrily in front of him. The hatred and spite that basically surrounded the man like an aura were more than clear to Ballen-Ist, his feelings sending a chilling thrill down the boy's spine. It was true, the inhabitants of the Western Kingdom would be extremely suspicious now, but not all was lost, for the king had yet to be killed. "I have things under control," He hissed, glaring back at the man in his defiant way. The condescending, insolent tone that Prince [member="Vogjon"] spoke in was disregarded, the boy having forsaken his violent ways towards his allies long ago. He considered the Prince a crucial role in his plan, one that could not be silenced. He must have his full cooperation. Stepping to the side, the boy's cloak would billow as a gust of wind rolled in, his gaze directing itself to the magnificent destruction of the Central Kingdom's leader.

"You don't truly believe I would take such action without preparing, do you Prince?"

 

[Vogjon]

The Prince of the western islands frowned at the boy as he walked past him. Vogjon slowly turned to him, opening his mouth to speak just as sirens went off through the city below. Someone had alerted the island- obviously someone must have witnessed the massive starship decending over the ocean, and attacking the ships on the horizon... What could this alien boy possibly think of to salvage this disaster? Surely, even the offworlder didn't have a way around this... The Tof Prince sneered, before finally speaking to @Ballen-Ist. "And what preperations do you have to redeem yourself after this?" Vogjon gestured angrily to the star destroyer hovering over teh ocean in the distance.

 

[Maleus]

If misfortune could pick favorites, it would brand Maleus as one of it's most favored advocates. His travels to the central-kingdom had proved to be a disaster. He become an advisor for the nations king, he had been given much. A name which carried weight that rivaled steel, comfortable lodgings, everything to suit the tangible opulence that the central kingdom was regarded for.
That was before the provebrial floor fell underneath him. He had just recently heard of the king's demise, it wouldn't be long before the aura of uncertainty would cling to the fleeting nation. What's more is that he could not impose on the circumstances of his death, cultural phenomena spurned secrecy which only made his death seem all the more artificial.
Now he stood within his personal quarters with the lights turned to their lowest settings. A blistering head-ache was to compliment his misgivings, but not all had been lost, there would be respite.
The communication console which produced a static foerground bristled to life. He would hail the western-kingdom in the hopes to rekindle a lasting relationship which would solidify their position.
"I have a proposal.. We are two great nations, but even the slightest imbalance could spell out our destruction. I am led to believe the northern nation is responsible for the destruction of the central-kingdom's king. You could very well be next, I suggest we band together. For the flames of destruction can easily spread to others."
[member="Ballen-Ist"]
Vogjon

 

[Ballen-Ist]

A noise would begin to sound out as the wrist watch that Ballen-Ist wore would begin to flash, as if signaling something. The communications array had been powered back online by his own men, after being reprogrammed during the panic that surged throughout the kingdom. Luckily enough they were able to encrypt all other transmissions, excluding the one [member="Maleus"] sent. "Surely, this shall work.." The youngster would mutter, beginning to doubt the plan slightly. He would have to think of some excuses.
[member="Vogjon"]

 

[Vogjon]

Vogjon stood over [member="Ballen-Ist"] (where he's been standing for the past ooc week. <_<), and stared at the watch-like device. "And what exactly, do you plan to do to fix yous mistakes?" The tall alien stepped forwards, to tower again over the pureblood before him. "I suggest you think quickly. The King's guard will no doubt sweep the castle at any moment."

[member="Ballen-Ist"]

 

[Ballen-Ist]

Lowering his arm, the boy would begin to laugh, not caring for the royal guard. "They are beneath me, do not worry, I have the situation under control, I'm telling you." He would explain, watching as the massive Star Destroyer in the horizon began to take off, disappearing into the northern skies, only to land somewhere else on the planet. The death and destruction it left behind would definitely be noted, many civilians outside having witnessed it. The soldiers that were Imperials in disguise would quickly make their way through the palace, heading for the king's throne room. Propelling himself forward in a quick stride, Ballen-Ist would lift an arm, waving for the Prince [member="Vogjon"] to follow at his side. "Yes, we're heading to the king."

 

[Vogjon]

The prince was confused, and not happy to take orders from the young former advisor of the King... But he did as he was told. Worst case scenario, he would blame the attack of the pureblood, and arrange for him to be killed. "You best hurry to impress me, [member="Ballen-Ist"] "