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[Jaidha Yndrel]

Objectives: Blood Sport
Equipment: Lightsaber, Saber Shoto, Winter Outfit
Tags: Darth Strosius Quintessa Lirka Ka Gerwald Lechner Darth Malum of House Marr
Engaging: Quintessa

Jaidha tracked her somersaulting opponent like a patient viper, unmoving but utterly focused on the her prey as she wheeled and darted across the arena floor with her chakrams. Trying to catch such an agile opponent was pointless, Jaidha had learned that by now, so she allowed the woman her artful, but time and energy consuming display, because the duelist knew the best time for her to strike, was when her enemy struck.

So when Quintessa launched into a double set of sommersaults toward her, both chakrams in hand, Jaidha knew this was her opportunity and darted toward her again, aided by the Force and staying low to the ground. There was only so much one could do in the air to change their direction or landing position, so their 10 meter spacing rapidly turned into 5 meters before the acrobatic Sith even hit the snow. And when her opponent threw her blades again, Jaidha dropped into a slide a under the flying blades and aimed to use her momentum to kick Quintessa square in the chest before she had a chance to wheel away.

 

[Darth Xyrah]

Objective: 1
Post: 2

"Well, you've certainly succeeded, Lady Srina. You look most lovely! My compliments to your tailor.", he said, beaming a charming, warm smile at her. "And it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Lord Diem. And I would be greatly eager to maintain good relations with you and your governorship indeed!", he said with a polite nod. "Though, you must excuse me, you three. I should go check on my lord Carnifex.", he said, upon spotting his master nearby. He arose from his seat, politely curtsying to Lady Srina and Darth Empyrean once again before he moved to join his master, Carnifex's guards and retinue allowing him past without hindrance, such was the trust he and his beloved had for one another.

He smiled happily upon reaching him, before casually plopping himself down on Carni's lap comfortably, taking another sip from his glass of wine. "Thought I'd come join you, beloved. Who's winning so far?", he inquired cheekily as he gazed at the competitors fighting in the arena, before contently leaning back against him, his affection to his master on clear display to those gathered around the VIP booth.

Darth Empyrean
Srina Talon
Darth Carnifex
Omon Kaa / Darth Diem
Arcturus Dinn

 

[Gerwald Lechner]

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WEARING: xxx
WEAPONS: xxx | xxx | xxx
TAG: Naedira Darcrath | Lunara Azure | Darth Malum of House Marr

Gerwald drank the first horn of mead in one breath. While the planets of the Confederacy could never get the sweet honey wine right, someone on Jutrand had.

“I must know who made the mead,” he exclaimed as he reached for another horn.

A bit of commotion caused his attention to turn from the beverage in his hand to what was happening behind him. A smirk pulled at his lips as he caught a glimpse of a very familiar shade of blonde hair. Lunara Azure was a close friend and confidant. She was one of two people that could tease him in the way she did. It was sibling like, and with the loss of his sister Alwine after her betrayal, Lunara filled a void Gerwald had not known he had.

They had met after Naedira’s loss, and she helped him through much of those emotions. A bond had been forged both seemed careful to nurture in a way that did not take advantage of each other’s loss. She was his best friend, a better sister than Alwine had ever been.

Her hand reached for his chin by the time she finally made it past the guards. Turning his face from side to side by use of chin, the woman seemed to be checking him for bruises.

“The same cannot be said for the beasts that were found by the hammer you gifted me.”

He hoisted the hammer with his free hand, letting the woman’s icy orbs take in the mess of blood which still coated the metal face of it. A smirk pulled at his lips.

“I was just out there to warm up the crowd and get them happy. The real fights are happening now. Can’t go killing the acolytes just yet.”

Perhaps he could, but for the moment, Gerwald was exercising some restraint. His demeanor was different. The way he laughed as he drank the mead, and the joy with which he killed, it was because of the weight which was no longer around his neck. A promise had been kept and fulfilled, and the outcome had been as best as it could have been. Regardless, Gerwald had found a measure of happiness that he had not had in some time. His duty was different, but Gerwald was pleased there had been progress.

He waved the guards which were chasing Lunara away.

“She is with me. You will permit her to remain, or go about where she pleases.”

They bowed and ran off.

His eyes looked toward Darth Malum of House Marr .

“I may fight him. If you wish to watch from here you may, or Srina Talon is in the stands watching with the triumvirate.”​

 

[Lirka Ka]

Lirka let out a grunt, somewhat disappointed she wasn’t able to land her cheap shot. But would take the blow regardless, as he stumbled to the ground Lirka moved to follow up but was quickly interrupted by another burst of lighting

She let out a mechanical roar, energy coursing through her body once again and a whole new slew of errors appearing. She moved much more sluggish now, but with a burning hatred in her eyes beneath those glowing lenses. Lirka burst forward like a beast, her hand outstretched in an attempt to latch onto him share some of this conductivity with Darth Strosius in an attempt to let the lightning surging through her body course right back into her attacker

 

[Darth Strosius]

Objective: Blood Sport
Equipment: Vibroblade, Lightsaber, Dagger, Armor
Tags: Jaidha Yndrel / Quintessa / Lirka Ka / Gerwald Lechner / Darth Malum of House Marr
Engaging: Lirka Ka

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Once again the lightning proved to be effective at stopping the armored woman in her tracks and giving him a couple precious moments to think and plan his next move. They were at least even strength wise so just beating her to the ground, especially one handed, was out of the question. His lightsaber was still his most viable weapon but not his only one, and when she came charging at him again he had an idea. He raised his lightsaber to counter her charge but she surprised him by grabbing ahold of his arm rather than swinging at him with her blade.

A cry of pain rang out from his mask as lightning coursed over his body from the contact, his yellow eyes shooting wide as their hidden gazes met in a tense and pained stare. She wouldn't let go easily and he was in too much pain to properly yank away, but there was something that he could do. Something to even the odds.

Clearly his opponent was enraged and tainted with the Dark Side just as much as he was, if not more so, which meant that he could do something very special. Alisteri gritted his teeth and focused on the woman before him as he closed his eyes and attempted to draw power from the rage flowing off of her, to use consume essence to give him an extra boost of power. While he focused on leeching from his opponent, his wounded arm shifted and called his Dagger from its place on his belt. He couldn't focus on it too much to aim it properly, so instead he merely spun it in the air until the tip faced his opponent's neck and propelled it forward with as much strength as he could summon. With any luck it would find a gap or weak spot in the armor between the helmet and chest to exploit.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Both Carnifex and Demiurge inclined their heads in response to Taeli Raaf's greeting, with Demiurge allowing a wry smile to gracefully part his lips. Carnifex, but contrast, was like a being wrought from cold, unfeeling stone. When He moved, it was deliberately, reserved, as though He were storing every scrap of energy He could muster and only letting slivers of it slip from His grip. Though they were nearly identical in appearance, the two halves were at times drastically different.

It was at this time that others approached the pair, those wishing to pay tribute with platitudes and the reaffirmation of oaths sworn. Many were lesser creatures, their existence barely tolerated by the God-King. But it was the youth with short quaffed hair that drew both of their attention when he came before them. Carnifex recognized him, the apprentice of Empyrean that had convinced the boy-lord of Eliad to side with the Sith Order to avoid destruction.

Yes, and there was more there. A deeper connection, a past that linked him to the Dark Lord.

"Arcturus."

Carnifex's voice was like the weight of a mountain, piling down upon Arcturus unexpectedly. "Our Lord Xyrah will be joining us shortly, once he's paid his proper acknowledgement to the Worm." Carnifex's eyes bore into Arcturus, a withering gaze that would break the will of lesser men. It seemed as though all was laid bare before the Butcher King, all of their innermost secrets dragged out into the light. Arcturus may as well have been made out of flimsiplast.

"How long has it been since you've set your sights on Ession?"

The words cut like daggers, slicing through all other sound. They were accompanied by an unplaceable sensation of utter dread and terror, like Arcturus was being eyed up by some monstrous predator, and seconds away from being devoured. It fled like a passing storm the moment that Darth Xyrah approached, hauling themselves to sit incredulously upon Darth Carnifex's lap. Well-nestled like a mewling loth-cat, the diminutive Queen of Eliad seemed to shatter the building tension, denying it.

Carnifex reached down with a tenderness never thought possible for one such as He. He gently grasped Xyrah beneath the chin, pulling his gaze up towards His own. "Lirka and Quintessa are performing admirably, our dear Slavecatcher and Speedster. Do you believe they will triumph?"

Arcturus Dinn | Darth Xyrah | Taeli Raaf
Darth Empyrean | Srina Talon | Darth Ophidia
Omon Kaa / Darth Diem | Darth Ecclesia ​

 

[Quintessa]

Location: Colosseum - Jutrand
Objective: II - Blood Sport
Tags: Darth Strosius Jaidha Yndrel Lirka Ka Gerwald Lechner Darth Malum of House Marr
Direct Engagement: Jaidha Yndrel

The kick nearly stole her breath away.

The woman’s size and speed made it so that the kinetic force behind the blow was considerable, which was only magnified by the physical disparity between Quintessa and her opponent. It was enough to send the Asa’nyx reeling some distance back before landing on a knee. Moreover, her bodysuit’s protection could only mitigate the damage, rather than nullify it entirely. Feeling a sudden sting in her chest from the blow, Quintessa gritted her teeth as she sought to keep herself focused in spite of the pain. The kick would almost certainly leave a few bruises and cracked ribs in its wake, the latter of which were still healing from her last fight against an opponent far bigger than this one.

Without her chakrams in hand, Quintessa sensed that the Knight would seek to capitalize on the blow while she was seemingly disarmed. Anticipating the danger, the Asa’nyx reflexively unsheathed her gauntlet vibroblades. Then, she called her chakrams back with a mental command, but not towards their owner…

But towards her assailant.

Having struck little more than cold air, the chakrams circled back as soon as Quintessa willed it, before racing towards their target's upper and lower back from 12 meters behind and closing fast, in the manner of a pair of guided missiles.

Spoiler: Loadout

• Pulsiva Bodysuit
  
  • Gauntlets
    
    • FAE/M-02 Energized Gauntlet Vibroblade (2) - L/R
  • Sith Talisman
    
    • Spirit Anchor
    • Amulet of Many
  • Utility
    
    • Supernal Infusion
• Dancer’s Wheels
• Twin Lightsaber Shotos

 

[Lirka Ka]

Her body felt like it was on fire, her skin burnt through the conductivity of her chemical laden undersuit. The pain was immense, and a lesser being may have fallen to oblivion there. But not Lirka, she was greater than that. With her grasp secured on the arm of Darth Strosius she moved to dig the razor like tips of her claws into the meat of his arm.

And as he reached out to touch Lirka with the force, the true horror of her existence was made manifest. Where there should’ve been a wellspring of pain and hatred, the wrath built up upon lifetimes of war and suffering. There was just wisps, embers, weak visages. The mark of an abomination a creature who’s existence was foul enough that the force had abandoned her.

A slow, mechanical cackle came from her, and as the knife came it seemed that she even turned her head enough to welcome the blow. The knife plunged through a gap in her armor, vile blood spurting from the wound as the cackle began to gurgle. That should have been it, an all but mortal blow. But even as the knife sunk into the meat, there was a writhing, the flesh moving to wrap around the blade as if to trap it within her. An unnatural thing, an aberration upon the Living Force itself

A foul chemical taste filled Lirka’s mouth as blood seeped into it, but she did not relent. Even as this grievous blow sent ripples of agony through her very being, she took the time to gloat. The distortion having a gurgle of blood behind every word

“That’s the problem with your kind, Sithling. The force has made you weak, reliant, your gift is nothing but a curse. There is a difference between you and I, a gap that never will be cleared…for you see…”

And with that, a new wall of errors appearing noting the dangers of her wounds, failing systems, suit enhancements rebooting or shutting down from the lightning. A righteous fury filled her, an arrogant wrath.

“…You were born, I WAS MADE!”

And with that, using the new precarious position they found themselves in Lirka used her free hand to assault where her kick had landed before: brutal, savage, punches again and again and again. While the lacked mechanical assistance, they had raw Vat-Born strength behind them. Tightening the grasp she had on his arm to try and force them to stay close together.

 

[Darth Ecclesia]

Objective I: Supplication
Location: Triumvirate luxurious area
Tags: Darth Empyrean Srina Talon Darth Carnifex Darth Ophidia Taeli Raaf Darth Xyrah Omon Kaa / Darth Diem Arcturus Dinn

As Clova listened to the kind words offered by both Lady Srina and the Dead God himself, the mighty couple would see a proud smile appear on her visage as she took their words and kept it close in her heart. Some kind words like these were very important and were to be treasured. Both of them seemed to be appreciative of her talents and efforts, and for that she would be highly grateful, even if it was for a modicum of appreciation. A little bit each time amounts to something big eventually, after all. The Sith Knight then gazed towards the entirety of the area, but was unable to find the other triumvir, the elusive Darth Ophidia of the Tsis’Kaar.

She had found herself disappointed of the Dark Lady’s absence for she would miss out on an opportunity for supplication, but it turned out that her disappointment was short-lived. Her presence was announced, and Darth Ecclesia laid her eyes on the mistress of the Tsis’Kaar for the first time. The Dark Lady’s reputation was well told and she held this particular triumvir in high respect as well. She quickly moved over to the Dark Lady and didn’t hesitate to offer her greetings. “Darth Ophidia, great mistress of the Tsis’Kaar. I am Darth Ecclesia. It is an honour to be in your presence. I hope that I will have an opportunity to work alongside you to for further advances to our order.”

 

[Arcturus Dinn]

It was as though he was stood before Medusa, body turned to stone, when the Dark Lord looked upon him and spoke like nails-on-a-chalkboard. He could feel the urge to shudder rising through him, and squashed it down as best as he could. Unease ran rampant in the face of this man, memories long since lost reemerging within his minds eye.​

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He found himself thoroughly caught under Canifex's gaze, weighed and measured and squashed underfoot. It was an intrusive experience, but was nothing in comparison to that which washed over him when talks abruptly turned to his homeworld. Ession.​

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So the Butcher-King knew of the thin threads woven between them... Threads which may have left some seething with rage, or set upon their knees in grief. Arcturus tipped up his head ever so slightly to strengthen his stance and his will, then softly exhaled.​

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"Not long enough" he replied, tone a touch chillier than usual. He swallowed down the lump forming in his throat. How long had he spent in those early days imagining the destructor of all he'd known? The one who'd rend him from his mother and brothers, and seen his world get torn apart?​

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He had known for a while that Carnifex was responsible, he'd given the commands, but in that moment it was as though he was learning the news all over again.​

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"I was sorry to hear about Panatha, My Lord" he responded instead, head tipping respectfully. Arcturus was not here to rock the boat, quite the contrary, and he was more than grateful when Darth Xyrah appeared and settled within the Dark Lord's lap. He gave the pair a modicum of privacy, averting his gaze for a few seconds while they spoke, and then took a small step closer to the thrones.​

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"Lord Xyrah," he began, bowing deeply as befit his Queen. With a subtle gesture one of his Rhan-Tegoth stepped forward, holding a gift box and a datapad which Arcturus soon relieved him off. "I had hoped to see you today. Rhiannon sends her winter blessings, though she could not attend. I come bearing gifts..."​

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Offering out first the gift box, it would be revealed to contain the entire collection of Alkemia Perfumes, each well labeled and with an accompanying information card so as to ensure there was no... confusion. His mind wandered back to the first time Ishani Dinn had accidentally used Blush on him, and he mentally shook his head. Yes, none of that.​

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But it was the second of those gifts which he seemed the most anxious to give.​

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"I must apologize for a half-finished gift," he said, as he activated the datapad and offered it to Saryn. The screen revealed the plans for a creature made of clay. It was similar in concept to his beloved Nwit though on a much larger and more advanced scale. He wasn't the dabbling little Apprentice any more, haphazardly figuring things out. No, this was a man-sized entity capable of much more.​

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"It seemed strange to presume the sorts of functions you might desire from such a thing. We can speak on it more at a later time, if that's agreeable with you, Your Majesty?"​

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Darth Carnifex ​

 

[Darth Empyrean]

The New Order
877 ABY
13 Years after the Schism
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As the last of the Triumvirs appeared, Empyrean would offer Ophidia a simple glance, a more casual nod, and rise. He spoke low to his wife, giving her a reassuring look as he let his strength pour from him - drawing all eyes towards the Lord of the Eternals, self proclaimed Dark Lord, and the Dead God. "It is time.", he said to her, a soft smile to reassure her as he let his hand pull away from hers.​

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As soon as the their touch broke, his face fell to the impassive stone befitting the leader of a nation. He strode forward with might exuding from his every corpse pore, the variety of his guards moving to create a walk way for him. Only one other in this place knew what this announcement would be, and to the others it would look like grandeur on a scale unrecognized. Weapons ignited and formed a small tunnel for the Dark Lord to walk through, dropping them to their chest only after he stepped by. The click of their armored bootheels gave his walk a music all its own, filled with the authoritarian markers of a ruler.​

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A small platform extended from the luxury box, extending Empyrean out above the Arena a few meters, and every holocamera turned to focus on him - as he had planned. His undead face shown upon the massive screens above the arena, every holoprojector on the planet, and soon spreading across live streams across the holonet. While many of the Sith's internal mechanisms were still shrouded by the Blackwall, this would not be - he would ensure the Galaxy knew he had come to conquer.​

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His words began enforced and projected to the entire coliseum, no microphone needed as he greeted the entire collective;​

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"Bless this Life Day for renewing the Sith. Bless this Order for building the foundations of greatness.", he said. The crowd cheered in response, while those watching from bars and homes began to bring their focus to the screens.​

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"For too long have we hidden away, taken strikes from those enslaved by imperceivable destiny. Too long have the Jedi enjoyed the comfort of our death - no longer. No longer shall we fight for crumbs amongst ourselves, striving to prove who holds the right to rule. It has been decreed a thousand times, and will be a thousand more - that might and power trumps all. In this, we have a common ground..."​

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"... As of today, I have vested with the combined might of the Order. All but a few have bent the knee, given their strength to the establishment of a new Imperium, with me as their Emperor. Already our forces have scoured our worlds to destroy any naysayers to our new truth, and only a few yet remain.", he offered, letting that hang in the air as the box behind him collectively understood what he meant. Who he meant.​

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"With Darth Ophidia serving as my right hand - I shall usher in a new prosperity never before seen by Empires before, or Empires to come. I declare before you the great hurdle has been overcome, and unity once more blesses our Order - beneath the strength of an Emperor beffitting your rule. Rejoice, Sith, for the Dark Tide carries all to greatness in its wake."​

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With that, both planted and organic chants began to cry out in the Arena - "For the Emperor! For the Order! For the Dark!", and more spurred on. By fear, by nationalistic pride, by dogmatic zealotry, it mattered not; his declaration was both the agreement of the New Order, and a declaration of war on those that remained away from it. For those in the know, it was obvious this was a test of Darth Carnifex , to be pushed to the edge and now face two Triumvirate would test everything he had built and planned.​

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"Let the Eclipse begin.", he said to himself, lifting his hands up to drown the sounds of chants fall away into wild cheers that shook the very duracrete foundations they stood on. It was startling, would likely even wreck the rythmn the fighters had found them in - but it was as necessary as another breath for the Order, for Empyrean, and for all that would fall into this new Order.​

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As he turned back to face the box, his gaze fell solely on Carnifex, metal eyes meeting organic ones. The smallest smile formed on his lips as he began to walk back, and it spoke more than he needed to; "I've won." In time, the Sepulcral prostrated themselves before Empyrean as he walked back to his seat - praying in ancient Sith dialects only a few might recognize. They blessed his rule, blessed his spirit, and begged for a pittance of his strength; ancient and old compliments given to deities.​

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Tag: Darth Carnifex // Srina Talon // Taeli Raaf // Darth Ophidia // Omon Kaa / Darth Diem // Darth Malum of House Marr // Darth Ecclesia // Darth Xyrah // Arcturus Dinn // Ishani Dinn // Darth Strosius // Quintessa // Gerwald Lechner // Lirka Ka // Jaidha Yndrel // Lunara Azure // Adeline Noctua // Seela Leini​

 

[Darth Strosius]

Objective: Blood Sport
Equipment: Vibroblade, Lightsaber, Dagger, Armor
Tags: Jaidha Yndrel / Quintessa / Lirka Ka / Gerwald Lechner / Darth Malum of House Marr
Engaging: Lirka Ka

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Lighting arced across and scorched his body beneath his armor as claws dug into his arm, drawing hisses between his clenched teeth as he fought to deny the pain that had enveloped him. Alisteri's last gamble had fallen through, with nothing to siphon power from and his dagger not seeming to be effective at all despite the accurate hit. Nothing had worked to bring her down.

It seemed as if there was little that he could do to wrench away and buy himself some more time, but his thoughts swam with possible escapes or tactics anyway. A flow that was interrupted when the first punch landed in his bruised stomach.

He coughed up a bit of blood in his mask as he was assaulted again and again in his unarmored torso and he noticed darkness begin to creep into his vision with every punch. His arm still hadn't healed, blood still dripping from the stump as the armored woman punched him. As his eyes started to flutter though he glanced up and noticed the scene above the arena.

Grand displays showed the walking corpse himself, Empyrean, and after a moment his words seemed to break through the ringing in his ears. Now was the moment then, the one that he had been dreading. And here he was about to get beaten to death at the feet of the self-proclaimed Emperor. As usual nothing would change, only another failure and traitor occupying an undeserved throne. The thought made his blood boil, made his body quiver with wrath and anger.

A roar ripped through his throat as adrenaline surged through his body once more, his free and injured arm rearing back before slamming into the helmet of his attacker. His knee shot up, either to intercept the punches or to try and land a strike into her gut instead as he kept punching into her head with his bleeding stump. Alisteri summoned up his last strength and glared at the armored woman as lightning crackled in his fingertips once more.

"THEN BE UNMADE!" Despite their connection he loosed another burst of lightning and cried out in pain as it arced back at him just as much as it arced forward at her.

 

[Jaidha Yndrel]

Objectives: Blood Sport
Equipment: Lightsaber, Saber Shoto, Winter Outfit
Tags: Darth Strosius Quintessa Lirka Ka Gerwald Lechner Darth Malum of House Marr
Engaging: Quintessa

In hindsight, Jaidha may have put a bit too much force into that sliding kick, as she wanted her opponent incapacitated, not airborne. The satisfaction of finally landing a solid blow was stymied somewhat by how far she'd ended up knocking her smaller opponent across the snow. Every time the distance between them increased, those damned chakrams came back into play, and she had to get back around them all over again. And whatever those discs were made of apparently repelled the Foce somehow, because once they were out of sight Jaidha could barely sense them.

So rather than face her opponent, she turned to try and locate the blades, just in time to see them circling back around to strike her from behind. Her mounting hatred for the two sheets of mystery metal only fueled Jaidha's enhanced strength, as she swung down hard with her main saber and smashed the two weapons directly into the ground, hoping the force of the blow might embed them in the snowy arena floor, or if she was lucky break them.

With the chakrams temporarily out of her hair, Jaidha turned back to Quintessa just in time for Darth Empyrean's booming voice to echo over the arena speakers. She didn't turn her eyes away from the assassin, or lower her guard, but she did listen intently to his as he extolled his rule and earned a thunderous roar of applause in return. However little she cared for his reign or his self-aggrandizing, it was clear that the crowd were primarily staunch Eternalists here, and that put a smile on the knight's face.

 

[Omon Kaa / Darth Diem]

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Darth Ophidia entered the grand box, her pale skin inviting the gaze so easily, as it jumped off from the masses. Omon seemed excited that he is finally seeing all 3 of the Sith Lords at one place.
But a dark chill went down his spine. That uneasiness he was feeling before, now started to grow like an explosion through his body. His every hair on the body stood straight.

What is this shift? thoughts raced, as his gaze followed faces around him. Jumping from one to another as fast as possible. To try and find if source of this disturbance is in the room. His feelings are not yet attuned enough to feel such dread from a far away. No, this was something close, something personal.

His 8 Jaegissary noticed right away his worried look, so without attracting any attention to them, they started to slowly close in around Omon. Positioning themselves on some 2 meters away. But they were mere soldiers, they could not feel this sense of urgency. They could only read it on the face of their master.

Then he saw it! He saw the gaze between the two members of the Triumvirate. It is just a look, they haven't seen eachother for a while!
Omon tried to reassure himself. But then he saw the Dead God standing up, which in itself wasn't that troublesome, but the look he gave his wife.. that is when Omon knew, this Force shift was coming from that table.

Heads around him seemed to look up as well. They know! He thought in boiling anger, as the platform started to lift the object of his glare up.

Crimson blade ignited in his right hand, as he propelled himself backwards on to the middle of the box. Fingers of his left started to sing with small arcs of Force Lightning igniting across each, power he was still mastering but he did know how to use.
His 8 commandos jumped as one right after him, rushing around him in a tight circle. Each pulling a slugthrower pistol with his dominant hand, and vibro blade with other one.

Words of the Dead God echoed from above, ringing in his head like bells.

"... As of today, I have vested with the combined might of the Order. All but a few have bent the knee, given their strength to the establishment of a new Imperium, with me as their Emperor. Already our forces have scoured our worlds to destroy any naysayers to our new truth, and only a few yet remain."

"Its a Coup sir!" one of his commandos said, glancing at him with just one eye. Omon looked at him with blank expression, as his Sith fangs clack with air pulled through them. His eyes saying 'You fkin think?'.
Soldiers gaze dropped down, then forward "Apologies master, I only meant.. whose side are we on? 'cus our boys outside might start killing the wrong people".
And on that Omon had to agree "Good question." he spat out. They did not even tell him about it. The rage made his lighting crack across the fingers like a whip. It wasn't that the coup was taking place, it was that he was excluded from it!

I was part of neither of the factions.. I guess that makes sense. Question is, where does that leave me, after this little shindig is done?

His eyes followed Darth Ophidia, Lady Srina and trying his best to see Darth Carnifex and his doppelganger. His commando was correct, if his men start killing the wrong side, that might be taken with some salt.
He inhaled and exhaled, calming himself down, drinking that rage of being left out like a warm cup of caf. He left his saber ignited, but his lighting disappeared.

"We'll do what all smart Sith do.. we wait, and see what will happen. Tell our men to only defend themselves if attacked. Now walk toward the exit with me.." they all started to move as one, pushing the few who stood directly in their path. Then taking positions near the box exit, as well as opening to jump down in to the arena.
"We watch from safe distance, and the Force will present us with the choice. If they wanted a faster type of choosing, they should have included me.." he said the last part again with agitation coursing through his body.

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Darth Carnifex Srina Talon Darth Ophidia Darth Empyrean Arcturus Dinn Darth Ecclesia Darth Xyrah

 

[Ishani Dinn]

Seated on a couch across from the latest babysitting candidate, Rhi couldn’t help but turn her head toward the holoscreen. It had been easy enough to ignore what was going on, though she had grown distracted as soon as Arcturus became visible among the stands. Talking to Carnifex, then to Darth Xyrah. She could detect a few things through their bond—some strange undefinable emotion as he faced the man who had ordered the destruction of his homeworld and a sense of dull irony as he apologized for Panatha, but she didn’t know the specifics of their conversation.

Everything came to a grinding halt amid the shockwave of Empyrean’s announcement. Was it a coup? She didn’t much care if the old Sith killed each other, but if there was any possibility Arc could be caught in the middle of it? Chit.

“I’m sorry,” she blurted, facing the would-be tutor, a tall Devaronian. “You’ll have to excuse me a minute…”

She stood up and rushed out of the room, headed for the laboratory.

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Moments later, Rhi suddenly appeared on the stands. Well, she stumbled and fell, actually, unused to being teleported even a fairly short distance across the planet. Leaping to her feet again, she shook herself, then stood by Arcturus. “Okay, I'm here. Just point me at whoever needs to be stabbed,” she said, warily eyeing everyone around them. “No fighting Dark Lords without me, babe.”

Arcturus Dinn Darth Xyrah Darth Carnifex + Whoever else is there​

 

[Quintessa]

Location: Colosseum - Jutrand
Objective: II - Blood Sport
Tags: Darth Strosius Jaidha Yndrel Lirka Ka Gerwald Lechner Darth Malum of House Marr
Direct Engagement: Jaidha Yndrel

Quintessa blinked once, but she didn’t think more than twice. While her chakrams struck high, she would strike low.

Sparing not a heartbeat after the Knight turned away to look for the incoming chakrams, Quintessa launched herself towards her opponent with the speed of an arrow launched from a bow, crossing the 4 meters distance to her opponent in the blink of an eye. She moved with just as much celerity and decisive aggression in delivering a hit-and-run slashing attack with the vibroblade in her left gauntlet from her own right-to-left side, aimed to sever the duelist’s left leg at the knee!

Spoiler: Loadout

• Pulsiva Bodysuit
  
  • Gauntlets
    
    • FAE/M-02 Energized Gauntlet Vibroblade (2) - L/R
  • Sith Talisman
    
    • Spirit Anchor
    • Amulet of Many
  • Utility
    
    • Supernal Infusion
• Dancer’s Wheels
• Twin Lightsaber Shotos

 

[Jaidha Yndrel]

Objectives: Blood Sport
Equipment: Lightsaber, Saber Shoto, Winter Outfit
Tags: Darth Strosius Quintessa Lirka Ka Gerwald Lechner Darth Malum of House Marr
Engaging: Quintessa

The move was swift and reflexive, almost instantaneous, as she felt the threat of Quintessa approaching before her opponent's feet left the ground. As she deflected the coming chakrams, she rolled threw herself into a forward roll, blades narrowly missing her legs, before landing at a crouch and pivoting to face Quintessa as fast as her body could move.

Her opponent's speed bordered on the absurd, even for a Sith, if Jaidha hadn't been trying to keep all her limbs attached, she would have been impressed. Regardless, she needed a new approach to deal with her speedy nemesis and her seemingly bottomless bag of tricks, and she very quickly settled on one.

"Circus acts and gimmickry? Is this really your best?" Jaidha needed her opponent goaded, unfocused, and eager to make her shut up, and she hoped this would work.

 

[Quintessa]

Location: Colosseum - Jutrand
Objective: II - Blood Sport
Tags: Darth Strosius Jaidha Yndrel Lirka Ka Gerwald Lechner Darth Malum of House Marr
Direct Engagement: Jaidha Yndrel

Quintessa gave a savage howl as the Knight rolled forward to escape her attacks. Fortunately, her opponent had failed to touch her chakrams to begin with, leaving the bladed discs entirely undamaged. Unfortunately, Quintessa couldn’t say the same for herself. The speedster was hurt. That much was evident from the tense set of her features, the shooting pains in her chest, and the strained breaths leaving her lips. She was fast and her Farsight was one of her strongest abilities. However, she wasn’t capable of dodging, blocking, or predicting everything as her opponent seemed able to do.

"Circus acts and gimmickry? Is this really your best?" Jaidha needed her opponent goaded, unfocused, and eager to make her shut up, and she hoped this would work.

Her opponent’s Dun Möch was having its intended effect, at least in part. Quintessa could not help but to wonder if the Knight suffered from any of the same mortal limitations as she did or if she outclassed her to such a degree that it didn’t matter.

Nevertheless, drawing on her willpower and the well of her own doubts, trepidations, and fears, Quintessa allowed the Dark Side to pull her focus back to the fight, stubbornly refusing to acknowledge the terrifying, overbearing power of the Arch-Heretic Empyrean when he delivered his proclamations, even as the sheer weight of his power sought to compel her otherwise. The speedster gritted her teeth with the effort, but she was now finding herself in a position where she would need to conserve her strength or risk enervation.

And so, after quickly resheathing her vibroblades and catching her chakrams, Quintessa settled into a defensive stance, silently daring her opponent to do more than just talk trash.

Spoiler: Loadout

• Pulsiva Bodysuit
  
  • Gauntlets
    
    • FAE/M-02 Energized Gauntlet Vibroblade (2) - L/R
  • Sith Talisman
    
    • Spirit Anchor
    • Amulet of Many
  • Utility
    
    • Supernal Infusion
• Dancer’s Wheels
• Twin Lightsaber Shotos

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Objective I

Darth Empyrean Darth Carnifex Darth Ophidia Srina Talon Darth Xyrah Omon Kaa / Darth Diem Darth Ecclesia Arcturus Dinn

"As well as ever," she replied with an easy smile to Empyrean. Aurora Industries and Spaarti were still doing well, still working their way through their modernization programs and she had ordered Merryn to expand operations into Sith space more aggressively in the coming year, although Taeli was herself far more excited about the research being undertaken by the genetics company. The VL-0K serum was promising fascinating results.

"Jedi celebrations of Life Day have always been solemn events, and always will be," she laughed. During her time, she had seen how the Jedi honored the spirit of the day while meditating or quietly celebrating remembrance for others. "The Senate is throwing some gala, but it's not as... ostentatious as it was under Tithe," she continued. She had decided to personally forego the event, although she had sent one of her Adepts using the mask of Elizie in her stead. "Auteme and the Jedi have brought a sense of humility and austerity to the Alliance, besides their plans for taking out the Maw Corridor."

But that was discussion for another time, if needed. She turned her attention to watch the fighters, most young Sith seeking to prove themselves, although she did recognize Darth Strosius in the arena. There was a young man she would need to speak with; see how he had used her Creeping Lignan.

When Empyrean stood and gave his speech, revealing both his declaration of assuming the throne and the intrigue of alliance between the Eternalists and Tsis'Kaar, she first turned her attention to Kaine and his other side, an eyebrow quirked in question but nothing more, but she politely applauded the new Emperor and his masterful move. Distant as she was, she had been largely removed from the Triumvirate's struggles among themselves, but that had suited her fine. She and her power base had always been willing to work for the betterment of the Sith and any side, and she knew a few things that Ophidia and Empyrean likely did not about what Kaine was seeking.

The chanting of the Sepulchral, a more formalized version of the ancient Sith tongue, she recognized as prayers to the Dark Lord's divine rule and beseeching him for scraps of power. A crowning of a new Emperor in their unholy sacrament.

 

[Adeline Noctua]

Equipment | In Bio
Location | Jutrand
Tag | Seela Leini

She responds with a simple nod, and a partly understanding expression.

"Ah A creation of Lord Carnifex, I apprentice under him. His teachings along with those of the Eternalist church have given me a healthy boon of education, I cannot say I have looked into... Clones? Are you a clone? I don't mean to offend, so do forgive my ignorance on the subject."

Why did she ask? Well the partial answer was a bit rude, Adeline was curious as to why they were alone on a day such as this. It was clear they celebrated the holiday, yet no friend or partner in sight... She herself could relate to this to an extent, not having either herself. Such things had reason though, Adeline herself was not very keen on friendships or a partner, add in her reserved nature along with the rumors of how she really was... And, you can see why people who were smart avoided the occultist when they could.

"Call it just plain curiosity, I assume you celebrate the holiday.. And I don't see why anyone wouldn't be here with you, unlike myself I get the feeling you don't have rumors attached to you or tend to feel unwelcoming to others."

She shapeshifts her horns and tail away, giving Adeline a more human appearance.