The emperor in laverish robes

[Darth Vaildra]

The sun loomed over the hot day with a second sun rising to join the sky. Darth Valdra stood in a cool building that was becoming the Sith Empire's personal factory. He begin the forges feeding it coal so when [member="Darth Pikiran"] showed up. He had a good amount of supplies including Mandalorian Iron and other things to form a powerful armor.

While he waited for the Sith Lord, he grabbed some tools and began work on crafting a wrist shield. Vaildra had never been that great with barriers and now he was leading an Empire he needed to protect himself. His plan was to make an energy shield geared towards explosives. This meant he would need a lot of power to it which would require him not to be moving to use it.

 

[Matreya]

Pikiran stood still and silent, his eyes closed, his senses elsewhere. Recently he had opened himself to two possible futures, and while he had never been versed in Flow Walking, he was adept with Force Visions and Far Sight. Right now, he mulled over both, weighing cons and pros, including one being a Sith Nation, as he had long ago found he loved.

The other was the free nations. Which... well, could give him the chance to potentially be a ruler if he fought for it. Either way, he had to choose soon enough. One, the other, or attempt both at once as many a Sith had done before he.

Wrapping himself tightly in his Warden Cloak, Damien faced the cold of the dungeon he was in with a fierce determination. Despite the bite of the frosty air, Damien did not flinch, rather he gripped the handle of Lymmahtun, and through the energy he began to channel, he conjured flames so white hot they melt rock.

Basking in this heat a moment, he eyed the flames before him. Pausing his thoughts of the future, ignoring the present, Damien noticed a pull at his senses. The leader of the newly founded Sith Empire, the one whom he had sought to aid in spelling his sword, called to him through the Force.

Closing his eyes one second, Damien opened them the next, now standing behind Valdra, hidden by the shadows of the machinery.

"I believe you want my assistance?" He said softly, the words carried on the Force, to emanate from all directions.

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[Darth Vaildra]

Darth Vaildra screwed the last screw into place then placed it on his wrist. He pressed the button and it came on for a millisecond, but then sparked out sending sparks in all directions, “Chit!” He took the shield generator off and opened it back up to it’s core studying it. It had a fresh core, but the stabilizer was unstable and it took a moment or two of studying before he took his tool to work on it more.

He felt the presence of his guest, a bit slow on his arrival. “You already know the answer to your question. You know what it is we plan to accomplish here, I want you to join me in the Empires rebirth. I also hear you have experience with Beskar and I need an armour that uses it to it’s fullest providing the most flexibility possible and movement.” He did not look up from his work as he needed this ready for the armour to install it into his armour among other fun devices.


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[Matreya]

Damien nodded slowly, "Ah. I see that my fortes proceed me." He said, stepping into the light, "Do you have the Beskar here? Also, I will need blueprints, if not then full body measurements. Lastly, near the crafting stage, we will need to speak about joints, as needing maneuverability will require more of another mineral type."

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[Darth Vaildra]

Darth Vaildra put down his tools and rummaged through some stuff til he uncovered a folder. He stood up from his place of sitting and turned towards the Sith Lord Pikiran. He handed him the folder which included his measurements, the supplies he had, and blueprints of armor from long long ago. Vaildra had been studying armor for some time when he came across the armor of Darth Revan, a mix of Sith and Mandalorian. He thought this fitting considering he was using Beskar. "Over there you will find the raw materials for Beskar. As for the joints I was thinking Cortosis-Terenthium mixture and maybe for the robes and skirt." He returned to the table and picked up the wrist shield and a tool and continued working on it.

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[Matreya]

Damien nodded, then folded his arms behind his back, "Well, I will require a form of payment. I believe you should remember from our time so long ago, that I do not take normal payments. I want something more important than money, or physical wealth." He paused, "What do you have to offer?"

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[Darth Vaildra]

Darth Vaildra nodded as he did very much remember what payment to him meant. He had wanted a force binding in exchange for a sword, but the sword was never made and so the bond was never completed, though he knew that would be preferred form of payment, but as the Sith Emperor he could not let anyone have that kind of power over him. "I know what you want, but I offer something you deserve. This I merely ask as a favour and I will owe you a favour. What Ido offer is something you have proven to deserve more than anyone else and that is a seat on the Sith Council under me. Remain loyal and you have free range and do whatever you please with this role. We are small, but we are growing rapidly and with your help this Galaxy will be ours. Since the fall of the Empire you have wandered and I believe it is time for you to answer your true calling." Traditionally Vaildra was not like any of the other Sith Emperors, he served the Sith and not his own gain, though this did not make him any les powerful or ruthless than those before, if anything it made him stronger. Unlike them, he fought for an idea instead of himself and ideas are unbreakable. "If this does not suit you then we will come up with something else, but unlike last time I have researched you more an no form of payment will allow you to gain power of me or over me. As Emperor I must protect the legacy of the Sith which also means myself."

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[Matreya]

"What research would you have found I wonder. The only people to know of me, truly I mean, more so than mere rumor, are perished. Most, sadly, by mine own hand." Damien murmured thoughtfully, "A position of power, for a tool of equal." He mulled it over silently, then nodded, moving to find the beskar.

Lifting a large hunk, he moved to a nearby furnace. Setting the beskar within a case, he then placed it within the super heating kiln. As he watched the flames rise and dance against the metal, he smiled softly, for his flames had been just as hot.

"So," He continued, just to allow conversation during their working, "A seat on the Council. How many will be with me?" The question was an odd one, with a hidden meaning: how many others would have control besides them?

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[Darth Vaildra]

Vaildra smirked, he could play it off that he knew so much and his spies knew everything, but this was not a man easily fooled. In reality, he only knew about the former Empire itself and people who were once apart of it, [member="Darth Pikiran"] involvement was never stated or made clear so to boast he knew a lot would be foolish. "I merely know the Empure use to rule the Galaxy and you were apart. This is more from accounts of people who were your enemies. Little is actually known of your involvement."

Darth Vaildra returned to his shield stabilizer. He continued to Twik it trying to get the thing functional. He put it back together and this time it wouldn't turn on. So he had to reopen it and stare at it for a bit looking for the problem. He was then addressed with a question, one that was sensible to ask. "The council is called the Council of Five. There will be five, four will be Lords and ladies of exception, but ruled by a right hand of me, that would suit you if you wish. Your vote only weighs as one, but you answer to no one but me and they answer to you within reason. Much like a speaker of the house Vice President form."

 

[Matreya]

"Ah. The old Empire. A dieing breed, we that breathe, live, and die, by the make of such regimes. I was ancient well before the most recent, yet it was this that I claimed by closest allegiance." Damien continued gazing into the fire, his eyes changing slightly to give a Lavender glow, signalling the repair his eyes were continuously going through as he stared at such a bright light, "Other than the Mandoa of course. I was First Apprentice to Darth Voracitos, which allowed me a free reign few knew during the time.

"Anyway, the position sounds lavish. I will take it. I will need a fitting title of course, as other than yourself, very few know of my Darth or Lord names. Pikiran, Daemos, and my true, must remain a rumor as already found." Damien added. Flipping a switch, he allowed the husk that held the heating beskar to flip over, now heating the other side, "Similar to the Hand, Wrath, and Voice titles found amongst the abominable strategium of the One Sith."

Holding out a hand, tongs from a nearby hook, flew to the awaiting palm with a soft tap. Reaching the metal inward, he stirred at the chunky soup that was becoming of the mineral. Soon enough would bear witness the mixing processes, which would allow the Beskar to retain its density and durability, but which was ultimately for the Mandoa to know alone!

"How about..." Damien reached into his knowledge of the ancient Sith tongue, "Cambi Misao." He nodded slowly, "It would need be the only thing I am called, or referred to as, during public moments. Alone, you could call me what you will."

The ancient name represented dual runes, each a distinct word: 'Alter' such as his talents in Alchemy, and 'Thought' which showed his specialty. It was a fitting name, one he felt an instant love for.

"Misao for those of equal footing, like the Council, or yourself; full title for those lessers." He ended.

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[Darth Vaildra]

"Being perfectly honest, what you want to be called is of no concern to me. I am not a Dark Lord who will bother himself with naming those who serve him. The one that did now lies as worm food and another takes his place." He made a few more changes to the wrist shield and then fired it up. This time it made a brilliant red shield able to cover a crouched body. "Beautiful, now to give it a test." He looked around the large armory and found a lone pillar of duresteel used for construction of ships. He attached the shield to it and fired it up. Grabbing a blaster rifle he fired a few shots of it. The shield absorbed the shots very well. He then grabbed a cannon and took aim. He fired straight at it shaking the room from the blow. Once the smoke cleared he went to inspect the damage.

The durasteel pole had bent, but not too badly, but some of the blast got through. This much protection would work well as he would rather take a little damage from an explosion rather than a lot. He powered down the shield and removed it and went back to the drawing board to look through some books and see if there was anything that existed that could provide more energy protection. Bes'kar would be amazing protection, but in the wars to come he knew explosives would be used against him and he needed to make sure he was ready for them without weighing himself down too much. Wearing armor of this quality would indeed slow him down, but with time and training he was confident he would would still be able to move quick and effectively on the field.



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[Matreya]

At this, a brow was arched, "Being unconcerned with matters like this, are what will allow stagnation to occur within the Empire." Damien said, then he turned his gaze to the man, "Being legitimately uncaring about matters pertaining to your followers will lead to disaster. For example. Say you don't know my name, but a colleague does. They warn you, watch out for Daemos. But you are unaware that is my title. Without hesitation I can step forth and slice you to a septillion piece jigsaw!"

Conjuring a mind numb field, one that would not do more than blur the direction of the furnace, Damien set about combining Carbon to the boiling metal. It was a strict task that required a delicate motion, and precise deviations. The end result was a cage like positioning on a micro scale, which in the end allowed for the near indestructible nature while retaining a moderately light weight in the end.

"I already wander where this group will go." Damien said, "With a man leading that is unconcerned with his followers, that relies on others to make his armors, etcetera. How would you know whether I added something to this armor, say, that allowed the slightest jolt from an electrical outsource to utterly blow it up?"

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[Darth Vaildra]

It seemed that Pikiran assumed too much from Vaildra's answer, by saying he was unconcerned with what he decided to call himself, did not mean he would not take not or let them do what he wanted. It simply meant that Vaildra was not going to demand that Pikiran change his name to something Vaildra chose like the One Sith Dark Lord gives his followers their names.

What Pikiran would quickly discover was his place under Vaildra or he would experience Vaildra's wrath. Unlike many Sith, Vaildra had control of his emotions, he would not let himself fly into a rage simply because Pikiran misunderstood something and spoke out of line. His words did, however, lack respect, this would not be tolerated, if he tolerated it here, it would only serve as an indication of Vaildra's weakness. He set down his tool and his wrist shield and rose from his seat. Turning towards Pikiran, his eyes began to burning like two hot embers. "Do not mistake my words as a sign of weakness. What you call yourself will be known by me, but not chosen. I do not need to stand there holding your hand to know what you are doing. I can feel your intentions and every action you make no matter how powerful or deceptive you believe you are. If you want to continue your tone with me or to doubt me then I will kill you now and find another, you volunteered to make this, I did not ask you. Remember your place." Vaildra continued his gaze on the Sith Lord. He had known the Sith Empire would come and that he would offer Pikiran the position of jis right hand so he had purposely showen no display of power for that very reason. To reveal Vaildra's power was to give him knowledge and in the end, knowledge is the greatest power in this Galaxy. Pikiran had more knowledge in the dark arts of the Force, powers some only dreamed of, but this did not make him Vaildra's superior or else he would stand in Vaildra's place.


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[Matreya]

(Lmao. This. This was exactly what I hoped wouldn't happen. Also, for the record, with the way it all started, Damien hadn't volunteered, but sensed Vaildra wanted his assistance.)

A slow smile spread against Damien's face, while a small jettison of wind began to howl around them in a growing fervor. His eyes took on the lavender glow, signalling his re-ascension to his Force Walker status, while his hand went to the hilt hidden against his hip. Combined with Lymmahtun, possibly the strongest vacuum for Force energies ever created, his Spirit Bound power soared until the foundation of the building they stood within rocked to the core.

But that wasn't the step he sought to show. This was simply a releasing of the power he was exuding. Reaching out to every mind with a dozen miles, he applied a combination of swift attacks: Force Insanity, Torture by Chagrin, and Mnemotherapy. The result was removal of all fear or worship of the newest Sith Emperor, replaced with awe and love of Damien.

While Damien possessed a potential hardly bested when it came to Alchemical knowledge, his true skills always had been Mentalism. He boasted knowing every technique that effected the mind, and on occasion threw out some of the rarest, with surprising skill. Through the words of a cocky Emperor, he had felt it best to show the power he held.

Yet, when he drew back inward, releasing his hold on the Force, Damien did not once mention what he had done. All it would seem was a sizable hurricane had appeared then vanished with the release and capping of his power. Though Vaildra would soon see that his followers around would need reminders of whom he was, for now Damien was the image in mind when it came to fear for those selected.

"I came when I sensed you would require my assistance - again mind you; even if the previous task fell through." Damien stated calmly, slightly hidden by a mist of dust and dirt that slowly drifted back towards the ground, "For one so powerful, you certainly need a lot of aid. Especially aid you need to pay for, instead of take through show of strength.

"In a matter of moments, I could have every being in the area charging in to take you out." He continued, "Let's be honest, I believe I'm good. Some even say I am one of the greatest. But even I can't face an army alone." Finally his face could be seen, and through study, it could be noticed the barest of lavender still remained, as if showing he would continue if needed, "Can you?"

Raising both hands, palm upward, he lifted the machinery that had fallen, back to their original positions. Luckily, the brunt of his power had not effected the furnace, or else the beskar, which was nearing completion, would need to be remade.

"I will return to my work, and continue to think of you as an ally. If you do the same, we may leave peacefully. Otherwise I can, and will, up the ante." By the end of the statement, he was showing the lack of fear he felt, with his back turned to Vaildra as he continued adding Carbon to the Beskar.

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[Darth Vaildra]

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Darth Vaildra smirked as he had clearly provoked Pikiran. Sith, they always seemed to have this need to show off how powerful they were and yet, Vaildra still believed knowledge was power. Through the Force, Vaildra could feel what was happening and found he was actually quite impressed. all in all it shouldn't have surprised him that Pikiran was a mentalist, but he had never seen power like this displayed to this level. He thought it only fair to return the jester of power.

Vaildra's main focus in the Force was the control of molecules, this was what it truly meant to be discrete with one's power. "I aim to bring the Sith back to glory, doing that alone is foolish and impractical, aid is required. I see no reason to take through strength what is free, it is a wasted effort and that power could be used in other ways. You seem to believe yourself powerful and that I will not deny you, but do not think you stand in the presence of a mere child who needs to be worshiped or praised." With that he channeled the Force as his own eyes, normally a glowing green, continued their orange burning and only becoming brighter. He saw no reason to tap into people for miles so he settled for all within a mile.

He only picked their minds as sources, linking them together through the Force and then harnessing them to use the Force to speed the molecules in their brain to cause them to burst into flames, to literally die from blown minds. He did not have to craft a hurricane of power, it was just a chain reaction he had to build on a molecular level. It would continue for a few minutes killing thoses effected as he did not care to exert the power needed to do it all instantly. He did not drop his gaze and he did not need to speak what was happening as he was sure this would be felt.

He detested these times, it was times better served doing more productive things, but one thing was certain. The Right Hand would certainly make Vaildra stronger so Vaildra would not fall to him. It was the way of the Sith, become stronger or die and an Emperor should not be feared so much that they were exceptions to this rule. Vaildra's eyes returned to their greenish blue color as both sides had made their point.

 

[Matreya]

Focused now on his task once more, he missed the effect that was expertly shown. It was a similar skill to the one he knew for Alchemy, but that an odd ally-slash-rival knew much better than he. While the molecular control he knew was to stabilize, enlarge or shrink, and to tie with the Force, Zaiden was able to do what had been done, as it was his way to dodge Thermals. Making the air hotter or colder; it worked.

Though he missed the how, the Force did whisper of the hundreds to die in such a manner. It was odd, as he wasn't sure how it had been accomplished. Nor did he really care... had this occurred before he was irritated, then he would have jumped at the chance to see the way a new kind of death happened.

Continuing with the stirring of the thickening goop, he turned and flicked a hand. A nearby mold launched to his grip. Tossing it over his shoulder at the other man, he called, "It will be much faster if you help me align the molds to your proper lengths." With each box set to roughly the size of the limbs, he would only need to add filler to allow the alloy to cool around the shape, retaining it forever.

(I like it!)
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[Darth Vaildra]

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For decades Vaildra had practiced and perfected the art of fire, using molecules to create fire and manipulate the elements around him was his calling card. He was even known for killing a Gen'dai Sith Lord by converting the blood cells in his veins into fire and burning him from the inside. It was actually through this kill he found the metal that would be made to make Vaildra's armor.

With one hand he caught the mold and gripped it joining Pikiran at his side. "You asked how I could trust you not to make a weakness in the armor to harm me. It is because I know what kind of person you are, if you wanted my position you would do it with a challenge where both parties fought with honor. You would not want to kill someone by tricking them. The Sith kill by any means, but we as an Empire know that killing someone with their sword in hand is much more satisfying and it makes us stronger." He looked at the fire and began setting the molds using his senses to aim for perfection.

 

[Matreya]

Damien arched a brow at that. They had met a total of two, maybe three times, yet the man had read him, and well. He was definitely not the type to perform the aforementioned sabotage. Like said, if he wanted a man dead, he faced him head on.

"I agree. Taking the life of one weaker then themselves is already depressing, doing such with back stabbing manuevers..." He paused as he held up his own mold to the side of the man, measuring his chest, "Its degrading and disgusting honestly" Adding super dense ceramic inside of the mold, he made it ready for the alloy to cool within. Next he moved to the right leg pieces.

"Are both your limb sets equal? I ask to speed this up, and because for example, mine are not."

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[Darth Vaildra]

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Having a high level of senses didn't just mean Vaildra could sense attacks or things around him, it also played into reading people. He listened and watched how people behaved and began making educated guesses and testing them before coming to conclusions. Pikiran was a ran of great purpose, but not evil just to be evil, he knew power and knew this was the path. Sith, true sith, sought power at any cost, but tricking someone or weakening them was proving your lack of power. Kiling a Sith that made themselves weak was a different story all together.

"My limbs are the same length as each other, except my lift arm is 6 inches longer than the right." He looked at the flames and was interested by hot the forge was burning, it made sense to him that to work this metal it needed to be hotter than normal.

 

[Matreya]

(Wtf...I replied to this forever ago... it didn't save I guess!)

Damien nodded, continuing to fixate the inner folds of the molds. In short time, they were complete, and he filled them with the Beskar. Placing each mold to the side, he awaited the cooling time, and simply turned towards his new ally.

"What are your main goals for the Empire? Where do you see it heading?" He asked. Remembering back to his days as First Apprentice, he knew the Empire could go far if it was allowed to. Then, they had dozens of planets, billions of men under them.

It was beautiful.

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