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[Darth Vyrassu]

TSE started conflict without discussing it OOCly with the Jen'ari first

VOID FOR NON OOC AGREEMENT

 

[Darth Hashira]

Hashira returned to his quarters after the meeting with [member="Darth Animus"] and [member="Darth Rowe"] to show them his work. It was unfortunate the meeting turned out the way it did, but not entirely his fault. Hashira was surprised at the sudden escalation of the event, being brought directly to [member="Darth Vyrassu"] himself. Hashira sighed as he sat down at his desk. He was dreading the meeting. The more he thought about it, the more he dreaded it. He leaned back in his chair and shut his eyes, falling off into sleep. He slept for only an our before suddenly jolting back to reality with a sudden realization. He jerked open a drawer on his desk and found it. He examined the device, a small encrypted beacon he had traded for off-world on one of his any adventures. The device was small, it could fit in your hand. Hashira activated it, making sure it's encryption was on. The beacon emitted an encrypted frequency, not detectable by the Jen'Ari. He placed the device behind a secret panel in his office, letting it broadcast for as long as needed. Now, the waiting game...

~3 Days Pass~​

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Hashira had blown off the meeting as long as possible, citing illness, alchemization processes that took personal care, and even sleepiness for his lack of appearance. Finally, he could put it off no longer. Animus and Rowe entered his room and forced him into the Emperor's chamber. Imperial guards stood around, no doubt observing them from behind their masks. Hashira stood in front of Vyrassu, one hand on the hilt of his blade the other resting by his side. Hashira spoke first among them all.

''You're going to regret this.'' He said, loudly but not authoritatively, almost like a statement of fact. He looked around at all the guards and counted them, and then looked to each of his sides and saw Rowe and Animus.

''The Emperor is impartial, at least he's supposed to be. Let's end this here.'' he said, ready for what would happen next.

 

[grammaticus]

Animus was quite as he and [member="Darth Rowe"]r escorted [member="Darth Hashira"] to the Emperor's throne room for the coming meeting. He had mixed feelings about the summoning, partially frustrated, and equally eager. He could count the number of times on one hand he had been in the presence of the Emperor. He was learning to change and protect himself against the Emperor's dominating presence, though it was a slow and marginal process. It would take quite some time to become able to fully withstand the Emperor's presence, and he might never be able to get to that point. However, he would not allow himself to break.

As Darth Hashira began to speak, Animus turned his helmeted face to regard the Sith, before shaking his head slightly. "It is not wise to underestimate the Emperor. I would advise you keep your tongue in check. He is far less understanding and forgiving then I am." Turning to Darth Rowe, Animus nodded his head, before walking forward to enter the chamber. Upon seeing [member="Darth Vyrassu"], Animus bowed his head slightly to him, showing the powerful Sith the proper respect accorded to his station and power. It irked him that he must bow and grovel to another, but even he knew that he was outclassed.

As they came before the Emperor, Animus ascended the dais and took his position below, and beside the Emperor's throne. He folded his hands behind his back and stared straight ahead, waiting to see what would happen.

 

[Darth Vyrassu]

VOID FOR NON OOC AGREEMENT

 

[Darth Hashira]

Hashira was hesitant to have his sword removed, but allowed it. He, however struggled to have the beacon removed, grasping tightly before letting it go. The beacon remained on his person, he had placed it in his inner robe pocket and did not have time to ditch it on his escorted trip to the throne room. He was violently sweating the whole trip there, his palms like swamps. The beacon was handed over to the super computer to decrypt, this would have little effect if Hashira's plan folded out as he expected. Hashira shuffled around as he stood before [member="Darth Vyrassu"], unsure of where to place his hands.

''I will not kneel to you.'' Hashira said, head upturned at the Emperor.

''Or either of you'' He nodded towards [member="Darth Animus"] and [member="Darth Rowe"].

''I have allies, but my persecutors are not among them.'' he said, looking around to everyone in the room, Imperial guards included.

''I'm leaving this planet.'' Hashira said ''but not before I have retribution.''

[member="Darth Carnifex"]

 

[Darth Vyrassu]

(This thread is officially over, there was nothing set up by TSE and the Jen'ari OOCly regarding this)

 

[Darth Vyrassu]

Please archive
[member="Srina Talon"]

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Time and space was fluid before him, distance irrelevant.

When he had received word of this defector, this malcontent amongst the false Sith who had attempted to coerce the New Republic, the Emperor thought his request insincere. The Sith had always been accused of possessing self-serving mindsets, betraying one another in an endless cycle of bloodshed and tragedy.

But his Oracles informed him that this time it would benefit his lordship.

And the Emperor was not one to argue with the incredible sight-seeing powers of his soothsayers.

So now the Behemoth, the massive ten-kilometer flagship of the Sith Emperor, meandered through deep space as it continued to receive the encrypted beacon supplied to this rogue Sith Lord by his agents. The Emperor himself sat motionless on his throne, a device of cold cobalt and mystical ore humming with latent Dark Side energy above his head. Through it his sight was magnified infinitely, the Force revealing to him distant locations and events.

And in his mind's eye, he saw them. These false Sith whom his Lady of Secrets, [member="Taeli Raaf"], had revealed to him on Bastion.

His eyes opened, molten pupils surrounded by pitch black sclera. He looked up toward the ceiling of his chamber, a woman of incredulous power and lunacy appearing in his thoughts as he sensed her presence several levels above him. Through the Force he whispered to her, issuing a command that would serve as the catalyst for the tumultuous upheaval of time and space.

"Open the way, Ahani."

[member="Ahani Najwa"] | [member="Khonsu Amon"] | [member="Darth Ophidia"]​

 

[Darth Vyrassu]

(YOU WILL NOT GET A REPLY ENJOY, NEXT TIME TALK TO ME OOCly ABOUT IT BEFORE HAND AND IT MIGHT HAVE BEEN AGREED UPON)

 

[Ahani Najwa-Zambrano]

Archiving?

 

[grammaticus]

I do believe so, sorry for the inconvenience.

[member="Ahani Najwa"]