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The Return of the King (Don't be shy, jump in)

Ashin Varanin

Professional Enabler
[member="Mythos"] [member="Monster"]

Ajira unclenched her hand. The first of her three attackers fell bonelessly. Behind him, quite some distance away, there was a spectator -- a man with a lightsabre, eating his lunch, sitting on a hill. He could, for the moment, wait.

Two Inquisitors moved in, now that their Force suppression and her vicious choke had stolen her attention from her shield. Their lightsabres flickered out: good form, good speed, good strength. Her sabre met them both and cast them away without effort. In her day she'd been reckoned one of the great blademasters of the age, tied with the best or defeated them. That day was long gone, but two random Inquisitors were no threat to her at close range. She didn't even move her feet from the basic sixty-forty forward-heavy stance she'd taken on the ground before the rock.

A stab, a feint, a couching slash: no showmanship or flair. One feel dead, the other lost a leg at the knee. She kicked his blade away dispassionately and crouched beside him.

"What karkwit sent you after me?"
 
It was a small walk from the gates to the throne room, the passageways that lead up to the throne room helped funnel the people in a manageable way while Mythos and his royal guard alongside men and women of the legion who held the colors and banners arrived at the throne room. Mythos could not feel the probe that the young Monk Warrior touched him with but around him the Jar'Kai sensed it quite well. Since it was not hostile move they made no attempts at apprehending the man or detaining him in any way...but they did approach him through the crowd. [member="Draconis Caesar"] would hear a faint whisper in his ear. "Stay for the food.... satisfy your curiosity..."

The words were not spoken by a Jar'Kai but by Mythos' son, a young lad holding the hand of [member="Serena Bouie"], his mother. The boy gestured the man to follow and then dissipated through the crowd with his mother. Mythos arrived at the throne room, the seat vacant and awaiting him almost sentient-like. With axe in hand and cape flying in his back Mythos walked up the steps and turned around upon reaching the throne, gazing upon the people and soldiers who had made it here with him through it all.... He could't see Lee but he was confident his captain was around.

"My children!" He began, a powerful tone accompanying his voice as it thundered through the hall while every soul stood in silence. Lightsabers were ignited in ceremony with the Jar'Kai making a line from the throne to his son and the child's mother. "Many things have I to discuss this day, many thing we must begin to get clear and precise before we move forward with new plans for Atrisia... but before i do i would like to introduce to you someone very special... you all know Serena as she stood by me as King... now meet our son, my heir and the one who will fulfill the prophecy of the Sith'ari... Adas, Prince of Atrisia"

The child would march forward, mother by his side to the throne as Mythos sat down and began to operate the central command computer next to the massive chair. Within seconds he had in line the commander of the Atrisian national defense guard, the royal guard first sergeant, the navy High admiral and the legion field marshal. With these key figures live via holofeed before his throne Mythos was now officially in complete control of Atrisia and the planets military assets.

When Mika killed the man and his body fell to the floor the last inquisitor used his brain and realized he was outmatched and now outnumbered four to one. He decided it was time for a quick escape but not before Ino struck him with sith lightning on his back and electrocuted the assassin to death. He turned around to see the last remaining assassin, missing a leg and close to being murdered. He caught what the beskar clad warrior was asking and was about to answer her question, Ino knowing exactly who sent these assassins and why, when a blaster round entered the mans skull and killed him instantly. Ino looked back to see the Image of Lee marching towards him and the next thing he knew he was slammed against the floor by a massive force push that knocked Ino out cold. Lee kept walking, looking at the sisters with eyes that made them drop their weapons and hold their hands empty and above their heads to indicate no threat.

There was a reason why Lee was captain of the Jar'Kai.
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"In answer to your question" Lee said, his Atrisian accent spilling over every syllable. "That would be me"
[member="Ajira Cardei"] [member="Monster"] [member="Serena Bouie"]​
 
Walked over lightsaber in hand just in case. "I am Gunak, an Abyssian i am a Mercenary and what you people call "Force Sensitive" so instead of getting involved i decided to watch in case i might of chose the wrong side, im sure you can understand" he looked down at him, his finger on the activation button for his saber just in case. "Who are you?" he asked curiously.

[member="Ajira Cardei"]
 
Ultimatum was late to the return of the king, not as if that was a surprise. The droid seemed to be getting a knack for showing up late for such events, something that he felt could not be helped given the circumstances. When word had first gone onto the HoloNet of a retaking of the throne of Atrisia, Ultimatum had not given it much heed. That world was too tumultuous politically for his liking. The artificial intelligence had expected it to be some new party attempting to take control under some older banner of an older government.

However, it was not just anyone attempting to recollect the throne, it was [member="Mythos"] himself. When Ultimatum had come across the first footage from the planet and realized who it was that was claiming that world, well the droid was in one respect excited. He was quite busy at that exact moment, thanks to his earlier attempts to scan deep space. His was the seemingly rare opportunity of accessing the edges of the galaxy with relative ease. With that, the droid had come to the conclusion that he should attempt to find some rare material or some technology from outside of the galaxy. One would think that planets would be the first place to look, but Ultimatum knew that they would have been searched a hundred thousand times before and that anything of true value would already have been picked up. Instead he was having scans done in asteroid fields, particularly those close to the edge. This was much work, coordinating scans and correlating data, thus far it had been to no avail. But the droid was not one to give up so easily and he had been at it for quite some time when he learned of the Atrisian recapture.

Thus it was that he had only just now reached the planet and was beginning reentry. The Sovereignty was positioned far enough away that it would be beyond most sensor ranges when directed planetward. This further led to the trip to the planet in the small fighter taking even longer. The ship was slower in space anyways, being built intentionally for atmospheric travel. When at last he had arrived, Mythos had already made it to the gates of the throne room and the droid found that he had some catching up to do. This was further compounded by the fact that he was once more in a different body. In an attempt to make himself less aggressive in appearance he had created a more diplomatic body and he hoped that it would be far less intimidating and it was also further separation from his master's original design, something that Ultimatum was all too happy to be different from.
 

Draconis Caesar

Guest
Draconis heard someone beckon to him in the streets, asking him to stay and despite his sixth sense screaming something is wrong here he found his curiosity heightened. He followed the tide of people into the palace. It wasn't like he had much choice. It was go with the flow or drown. Once inside the crowd became more disciplined as the guards were more easily able to keep order in the tight halls. He quietly made his way to the throne room and watched as the guards lined the center in Grand ceremony. The king took his throne and beckoned forth his son and wife. A boy who he claimed was to fulfill some Sith prophecy. They marched down to take there rightful place at their kings side. The crowd arranged itself at the guards back and Draco had found himself bumping many shoulders just to get another look. Several apologies later he had made it as close to the man as he was going to get. He again subtly reached out with the force and probed at the man's wound. He felt it's edges and they responded, drawing in his own energy and seeming to consume the little bit he put out. It was no wound it was an abyss. He shuddered.

[member="Mythos"]
 

Ashin Varanin

Professional Enabler
@Mythos @Monster

Two men presented themselves: one Atrisian, claiming ownership of the men Ajira had just killed; and one an Abyssin who called himself Gunak. Through the T-visor of her helmet, Ajira watched both. The Abyssin struck her as brave but untutored, interesting under most circumstances, a potential asset to be developed. The other had the attitude of one who considered himself a Master of the Force but didn't yet understand it. The kind of man who would teach flamboyant overconfidence to his minions -- and might, with luck, display it himself.

"Greetings, Gunak," she said, appearing to ignore Lee. "My name is Ashin Varanin."

All things considered, it was a relatively famous name, and one she didn't use much anymore. Ashin Varanin - Sith Empress, conqueror of this planet - had died on Lujo a few years ago during a raid on the One Sith. Any Atrisian would know that name. The T-visor turned back to Lee, a silent question or two.
 
Gunak looked at her and gave a friendly smile while looking around at the dead inquisitors "Nice to meet you." he put his lightsaber back in his bag "So why were they trying to kill you?" he asked tilting his head looking at her. "I was gonna ask if you needed something like a mercenary but clearly that is not the case." he chuckled abit.

[member="Ajira Cardei"]
 
"Get Him back to the palace... I will deal with you three later."

They knew what that meant, swiftly the twins took Ino and got out of there looking back one last time to behold the warrior who had fought alongside them, at least getting her name before they left. Lee sported traditional Atrisian clothing with a straw hat to disguise himself. Visibly he had no weapons but beneath his Hakama he sported a few weapons other than the blaster he threw to the ground after he killed the man in Ashin's feet, mainly his lightsaber and throwing knives but he had no desire to use either. Lee trained to be a master of the darkside of the force while also to be a master martial artist at the same time. From Echani to Teras Kasi and Jar'Kai, like his brother Ken, Lee trained to the extremes to from a unison of body and mind when fighting... the difference between Ken and Lee was Ken used his martial arts to enrich his life and the lives of others for the good while Lee used his skills to destroy. That, and that Ken was always the better fighter. Her name did ring a bell with Lee, he was here and he had lived here all his life... he was here the day Jar'Kai was burnt to the ground, he was a soldier in those times and he saw the destruction of the city. "Ashin died in Lujo...but then again so did Mythos" His monotone voice and emotionless face was a clear sign that Lee was not afraid. Whether or not that was smart was yet to be decided.

Lee looked at the Abyssian [member="Monster"] over his shoulder and locked eyes with him. He narrowed his eyes and kept his stance good enough so that he could see him in the edge of his eye. He said no word and stared down the warrior before him, a breeze passing between the two that blazed through the grass beneath their feet. Lee began to meditate, focusing and bringing himself into a state where violence became easier.

In response to the warriors words Lee smirked and chuckled under his breath, nodding to concede her point. Only truly jaded and sick people could jest in such a way before actively seeking to end someones life, or seconds before actually killing someone. Lee was about to do both. He prodded, sensing the power of his opponent and measuring what kind of strength should he use. He decided to probe, risky but he thought the reward would be worth it. He would execute a move meant to be countered by the very skilled, if it was then Lee would assume he was dealing with someone of Mythos' caliber, if not, the fight would be over. From Lee the dark side of the force began to work, Mythos had remarked that Lee was the fastest fighter he had ever seen and it was because his Force Speed was truly impressive. He would seek to run past the enemy, through her side and strike her behind her head with a jumping elbow strike using the force to enhance his strike at the end. He did not know if the Abyssian would also join the fight, but if he did he had a contingency plan.

On the other side of business Mythos saw his son halt and hesitate before making his way and it was Adas turning around and motioning for [member="Draconis Caesar"] to follow, using the dark side of the force to clear a path before the visitor directly to throne, so subtly, that no one even noticed they were being nudged except for the visitor. "Come, The Force has not brought you here to watch from the crowds..."

Mythos was watching his with a raised eyebrow but he could not concentrate on it much. A whisper came to his ear by one of the royal advisers with news of a ship that entered atmosphere, Mythos shrugged, body language saying "So? Lot's of ships come in". Then the adviser elaborated, explaining how it was one of LOOM's ships and a new one at that. Mythos smiled and threw himself back in the throne while nodding in joy. A friend had come to visit, a friend that came from far. He whispered to his adviser, letting none the wiser of the guest who arrived. "Find the owner of the ship, bring him before me, spare no expense, treat him as you would treat me"
[member="Ajira Cardei"] [member="Ultimatum"] [member="Serena Bouie"]​
 

Draconis Caesar

Guest
The crowd parted before Draco and he felt stunned. He reached for his saber then stopped himself. He began his meditation. Into the flame one with the void. His thoughts became more clear afterwards. If they wanted him dead he would be dead already. He stared at the boy who beckoned him forth. While staring directly at him you could feel the dark side radiate from his very essence. One could certainly begin to think that this child was here to fulfill a Sith prophecy. Draco was filled with the urge to strike the yougling down, but rather then doing so he followed. It was not the Jedi way to strike a defenseless person. Draconis stepped forth through the crowd, his feet feeling like lead. He was sure every moment would be his last. Despite his meditation his breathing was shaky and he had to struggle to maintain a sense of calm. The guards eyed him as a wolf would wounded prey and the hair on Draco's neck stood up.

"Hello little one." He stood next to the child and throne, but no one seemed to notice the appearance of the new comer. "Tell me of your father. How is it he came to be so atrociously wounded?"

[member="Mythos"]
 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MiXgOQ9_-RI

The droid was pleasantly surprised when he was received with some level of fanfare. The person who arrived to give Ultimatum a lift, who was some sort of dignitary based on his apparel, was cordial and accommodating. The speeder used was of a more luxurious quality, pointing to a high friend in the new government as was expected. Apparently [member="Mythos"] was aware of the droid's arrival. Ultimatum was glad to see that his friend had the time to recognize his ally's arrival.

The company on the trip was rather dull unfortunately, in an attempt to avoid possibly offending a friend of his king the nobleman did not speak with Ultimatum. While disappointing it did give the droid time to think over the situation. This was a rare moment in history in which he was partaking, the return of a ruler. It was a moment of opportunity for many groups to voice their opinions whether they agreed with the returned governmental system or not. Anarchists might see this as a chance to take out the head of their enemy. While assassins might be sent by opposing governments. This was often how the most devastating wars were started, a simple attack by one group in an attempt to gain control would lead the enemy to calling on its allies in order to fight the group. This would lead to the various systems coming into conflict with no evident villain in the equation.

This was all a rather morbid thought pattern, given that he was thinking on Animus' death as part of a political movement. It was a potentially important event to contemplate, should such occur or an attempt be made. At this point, the artificial intelligence learned that they were soon to arrive and that Mythos would be alerted of their imminent arrival if an opening was available. The droid looked forward to once more meeting his ally and perhaps speak of some of the concepts he had in mind.
 

Ashin Varanin

Professional Enabler
[member="Mythos"][member="Monster"]



Mythos said:
He prodded, sensing the power of his opponent and measuring what kind of strength should he use. He decided to probe, risky but he thought the reward would be worth it. He would execute a move meant to be countered by the very skilled, if it was then Lee would assume he was dealing with someone of Mythos' caliber, if not, the fight would be over. From Lee the dark side of the force began to work, Mythos had remarked that Lee was the fastest fighter he had ever seen and it was because his Force Speed was truly impressive. He would seek to run past the enemy, through her side and strike her behind her head with a jumping elbow strike using the force to enhance his strike at the end. He did not know if the Abyssian would also join the fight, but if he did he had a contingency plan.

He had the look of a man about to bring this to hand-to-hand, and Ajira could offer no objection. She deactivated her lightsabre and clipped it to her belt.

Here came the attack and, as expected, it was about as flamboyant as you could get. It relied on getting past Ajira's left side rather than running into a well-timed kick, knee, lightsabre, sidestep, Force shield, Force push, etc. Instead, she allowed it, merely turned ninety degrees left to keep facing him as he went past. The attack also relied on his ability to translate momentum into opposing momentum, to run at ultra-quick speeds and then stop on a dime and fire a strike back the way he'd come. That opposition would nerf the elbow strike, and at a guess, titanic amounts of stress would be placed on his forward leg as he halted his momentum and went for the jump. That, too, was an opportunity. She could have blocked the strike by raising her own elbow. Instead she let it all happen as he planned.

The Force-enhanced elbow strike slammed into hardened air and impenetrable will, half an inch short of her helmet's left side, with a sound like a mallet on a gong.

She twisted left and lashed out with her right: a quick, simple gut punch before his feet touched the ground. All motion started with the feet, with the ground, and going airborne separated you from all possibility of real maneuver. Meanwhile, she pulled her left arm in close to guard her side and chest.

You're fast, boy, but you're as flashy as a sport fighter. Show me something real if you have it.
 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u8faH18iOJg
Kevn-class star destoyer along with two Umova-class cruisers flanking it in a wedge formation.

Out of the void of space three vessels came into existence behind them a roiling force storm inhabited by beings of pure plasmitic flame. On the bride of the Kevn stood Erebos, clad in his old armor, tattered and ruined with the mask cracked and seemingly only held together by the grace of the force, like some ethereal, skeletal ghost come from the netherworld intend on bringing ruin to the galaxy itself. The crew were all nervous having never seen the man so angry, though not visible it was easily felt in the air as small arch's of force lightning that danced along his body every so often as if harnessed by his clenched fists. The force storm a product of the immense anger it's master held.

A single message was sent through to the ship that tired to angle itself to intercept the convoy. "Stand down or watch your world burn, I'll have words with your king." The image was of Darth Erebos, the most etherial member of the dark council most thought was simply a myth and it was easily seen on the face of the captain that had taken the message before it had been cut off. Flanking the ghostly figure of Erebos stood two large Tuk'ata, easily reaching to head size of the already tall man. Muscles bulged and taught ready for whatever command their master asked of them, low menacing growls rumbling in their throats.

Erebos had heard of [member="Mythos"]'s return and the thought of some pretender taking up the mantle of someone Erebos thought of as one of his very, very few friends had filled him with such unbridled anger and fury that he'd meet this man and tear him to shreds for all the galaxy to see. His friend had died on Lujo and he had even been at his funeral, even delivered a speech in his honor and now some pretender to the name had arisen to defile that name?! Erebos's finger tips turned to claw like tips as he looked at his hand and then clenched it into a fist that caused the force storm tailing behind the ships to expand as if some great maw readying it self to devour not only Atrisia and all of it's people but the fleet guarding it and then the entire system in the process. All at the whims of the being that felt like a maelstrom of dark side energy.


[member="Ajira Cardei"] [member="Ultimatum"] [member="Draconis Caesar"] [member="Mythos"] [member="Monster"] [member="HK-36"] [member="Kass Vale"] [member="Serena Bouie"]
 
"My father was a Lord of the Sith, He is a warrior as well... Where you come from, don't warriors have scars?" Adas asked, not looking at the man but instead pacing next to him as they marched towards the king of Atrisia. Mythos looked at his son, black cloak and insignia of the One Sith clad on his chest and felt pride... yet expectation. He needed Adas not only to become strong enough to rule Atrisia but stronger than himself ten fold. It was in Adas' destiny to become the Sith'ari, to become he who would destroy the sith and raise them stronger than ever before. Mythos narrowed his eyes before his son, he could not afford to show him love, pride or compassion... such was not the Sith way. Adas needed to grow into a Sith Acolyte, he needed a master and Mythos had taught him only the basics... Mythos knew he could not be Adas' master, he would seek to make his training easier, teach him with patience and compassion, teaching with a way that would not lead him where Mythos thought he was destined to go. The Boy needed a real Sith Lord as a master, the boy needed [member="Darth Erebos"].

And what a coincidence....

Mythos was again approached by an Adviser, this time with a holofeed in his throne depicting the image of the star destroyer entering Atrisian orbit. By the design, the model and the formation of flying Mythos knew exactly who was flying these ships. One of the few friends he had in this galaxy and one he knew he had some explaining to give to. "Offer no resistance, stand every ship down and disengage all target locks on the vessels. Clear a landing path in Jar'Kai and escort the King of Shawken, with all respect and courtesy given to a king. Here, to me" His adviser turned to leave and Mythos stopped him with a small tug of his cloak. "If your men disobey my command, insult the king of Shawken or disrespect him in any shape way or form... I won't be responsible for what happens to them" His expression was one of seriousness, they would know the situation demanded the greatest tact and diplomacy they were capable of. Soon the hall broke to let in the newest addition to the court, a droid Lord would come forth and meet the throne lead by the royal guard and following a carpet of red silk and rose petals. "I like this new body of yours [member="Ultimatum"], but the one I met you in pleases me the most! A war droid! Striking fear into your enemies! This body looks suited for a day in the beach and a morning breakfast!" Mythos said with a laugh, jokes aside he stood from his throne and held his arms out, a gesture of embrace given to guests.

On the other side, Lee was engaging in combat. A smile crept across his lips when his elbow met solid air, as strong and as hard as metal yet there was nothing physically there. It was the force that blocked his attack and he could not be more ecstatic. "Finally! An opponent of merit!" He screamed as he came down, fist coming up for him as gravity did its work. He did not use the force to counter the move, he used martial arts. Tilting his balance to his toes Lee pulled his legs up and attempted to land on top of the extended arm that sought to strike his gut. Then, when standing on top of her arm he would seek to execute a roundhouse kick aimed at her neck. Lee was expecting the strike of his elbow to end the fight, he expected it because that's all he ever got. Every enemy that faced him, every challenger that stood before him in fair ground never stood a chance, the fights always ended in the first two moves and Lee could tell this fight was going to be nothing like that. This exited him for one simple reason; The one thing Lee wanted more than anything in the galaxy was to die by the hands of a superior fighter, this was the first time that dream could come true.
[member="Darth Erebos"] [member="Ajira Cardei"]v [member="Monster"] [member="Serena Bouie"]​
 
[media]https://youtu.be/1BCdccrE1pI[/media]

The City of Jar'Kai, Royal Palace Sector

High in the atmosphere above the surface of Atrisia around the various floating ships of the royal atrisian fleet and ships of the other various Sith and individuals present came another force. Out of hyperspace descended an massive Immortal-Class Dreadnaught designated by markings as the "Harbinger". The massive ship was paired with a Dark-Blade and surrounded by a small flotilla of star destroyers and frigates. As the ships moved towards Atrisia now right next to the home defense fleet every single ship was designated with the phoenix sigil of the royal House Zambrano.

Normally the presence of a fleet of such size was followed by certain doom for whoever was unfortunate enough to be its targets, but this time was different. The elements of War Fleet Leviathan stayed in a non aggressive formation with weapons powered down while the Atrisian Royal Fleet cleared them for entry into the atmosphere. Shortly after from the depths of the Harbingers massive hangar came the personal shuttle of the Dark Lord surrounded by an escort of fighters as it scythed through the night skies towards the palace. There was no active threats on Atrisia but the fighters served as both a deterrent and a symbol.

The former Director of Intelligence was always prepared for any situation, especially while playing the age old game of supremacy the Sith loved to play among each other. So much that even when coming to greet an 'old friend' it was necessary to bring a show of force. The shuttle landed on a separate private docking platform away from any other visitors and guests to the palace and sat idle for a fleeting moment. Then with a sharp hiss the ramp lowered and descending from its depths came a group of six ornate crownguard, adorned with heavy suits of alchemized full plate and zeyd-cloth, polished to perfection, these warriors carried large shields with the symbol of House Zambrano emblazoned on the front with lightsaber pikes gripped in hand.

Finally out from the shuttle came Darth Prazutis wearing a set of gray green banded armor, a dark shroud hung off his muscular frame and an elegant warriors crown adorned with rubies positioned atop his head. Prazutis swept through the platform and into the palace surrounded by the royal guard, swiftly moving through the halls of the King of Atrisia. It seems after the arranged 'fake' death he helped arrange for [member="Mythos"] the palace fell somewhat into disuse, but still it was just as grand as it was the last time he walked through its halls.

Finally the Dark Lord neared the final entrance to the throne room and stopped, it was customary in a formal situation as this that royalty be announced:

His Imperial and Royal Apostolic Majesty, Braxus Zambrano I, by the grace of his own will, Prince of Panatha, Prince of Bunduki, Prince of Fornow, Prince of Ravaath, Prince of Sorimow, and Prince of Thule, Prime Designate of House Zambrano and God-Prince of the Epicanthix

Prazutis swept into the throne room with a purpose moving right past the various guards and visitors, he moved straight up to the returned Warforged Titan of Atrisia and delivered a punch fueled by his titanic strength right into the mans face. Immediately after he grabbed the man by the throat and lifted him slightly into the air "Welcome back Lord Mythos. The bomb was a nice but very foolish attempt, so mediocre I'm willing to let that one slide. But if you ever attempt something especially that foolish again i'll gut you right in your throne room, do we have an accord?" Prazutis set the man down after and walked a small distance away as the two monarchs quietly signaled to their respective guards during the incident to ensure they didn't draw weapons or step to attack.

While it was certainly aggressive it was something that he and Mythos would perhaps only understand, there was no real bad blood between the two. Prazutis spun back to face the throne a grin disappearing from his face as he spoke "So the King finally returns to his throne after all this time. So your affairs through the galaxy went well without the force?"



 
As the ships disengaged and the landing zones coordinates were given to the helmsman who visibly shook as he felt like Erebos's eyes were burrowing into the back of his head. The force storm followed after the ships as they made their way into orbit, blackening the skies above Jar'kai as the three ships came down casting their shadows down upon the city bellow. The Kevn hovered right over the plaza that lead to the palace as the small shuttle came down to land were they had been asked to land. Within the storm rolling around overhead ghosts of plasma and flame dancing along the clouds and hurling lightning down into the areas surrounding the city. It was clear that if Erebos's anger bubbled over into pure unadulterated fury, the fire bombing of Jar'kai would be like a simple assault since that attack still left something of the city to rebuild. Erebos would not be so kind if triggered to that action.

As he stepped out of the shuttle and was greeted by the Artrisian escorts he waved one hand and snapped the neck of one of them a full 180° so that he was looking at the ones behind him. "Take me to your king... NOW!" He said as he placed one hand on the top of the hilt of the sword at his hip, at the other side was his lightsaber. The usually slim almost lithine body of Erebos was now much more like that of a warrior causing his old robes to be almost tight against him, only adding to the almost skeletal etherealness as small black wisps of black smoke emanated from his body as he walked forwards. He bore himself not as a king but rather as someone or something above simple mortals but not at the level of some deity descended from the heavens.

Whoever was impersonating [member="Mythos"] would see what a sith lord of Erebos's caliber could really do when he unleashed the power he had left restrained for as long as he had gained his title of Darth even if he might loose his life. Erebos had never been one to show off his power or exert himself but his constant restraining of his power had made him even stronger than he thought he ever could be or even was. With out even moving he could end the entire delegation and with a wave of his hand he could level a building, if he really exerted himself leveling Jar'kai to a scorched patch of land would not be so far fetched.


[member="Ajira Cardei"] [member="Ultimatum"] [member="Draconis Caesar"] [member="Mythos"] [member="Monster"] [member="HK-36"] [member="Kass Vale"] [member="Serena Bouie"]
 

Ashin Varanin

Professional Enabler
[member="Mythos"]



Mythos said:
On the other side, Lee was engaging in combat. A smile crept across his lips when his elbow met solid air, as strong and as hard as metal yet there was nothing physically there. It was the force that blocked his attack and he could not be more ecstatic. "Finally! An opponent of merit!" He screamed as he came down, fist coming up for him as gravity did its work. He did not use the force to counter the move, he used martial arts. Tilting his balance to his toes Lee pulled his legs up and attempted to land on top of the extended arm that sought to strike his gut. Then, when standing on top of her arm he would seek to execute a roundhouse kick aimed at her neck. Lee was expecting the strike of his elbow to end the fight, he expected it because that's all he ever got. Every enemy that faced him, every challenger that stood before him in fair ground never stood a chance, the fights always ended in the first two moves and Lee could tell this fight was going to be nothing like that. This exited him for one simple reason; The one thing Lee wanted more than anything in the galaxy was to die by the hands of a superior fighter, this was the first time that dream could come true.

Ajira's left arm came up, hand beside her ear, and the flying roundhouse kick crashed into her arm. Her stance rooted itself against the ground. By contrast, though Lee could generate a good deal of snap, he didn't have a prayer of generating enough driving force to shake her, not with his balance resting on his toe and her fist. Speaking of which-

BZZZZZZZAP

Her rising right fist and his foot were already in contact. It was the work of a moment to generate a frenetic, vicious current of lightning, point blank and straight up. Left unchecked, it would course through the foot and leg he'd left vulnerable -- his left, presumably.

That was all she did, all she had to do. Aerial moves tended to leave themselves vulnerable to such counterstrikes: just one of the many reasons she enjoyed breaking Atrisians.
 
As the droid stepped into the hall of the king, Ultimatum was struck by the sheer awe with which organics held their rulers. He had had the same experience with his own subjects, however they did not offer to create such structures. That was probably in part because Ultimatum did not claim to be king, he did not demand any tributes or such. He wondered how [member="Mythos"] commanded his people. It was never something that had been a concern to him before, how others led their planets. There were other more important matters that always needed to be discussed.

Such thoughts were not in the forefront of his mind, that place was occupied with the immediate interactions with this King of Atrisia. The moment required a response to the jest that this organic made. Ultimatum agreed with him to a point this body was not the intimidating wall of metal that composed his other form. However, to him this form was far more malleable. It was akin to a soldier versus a gentleman. Both had their places, and at this point the gentlemen was the preferable option. After all, he was not here to claim war or attempt to show off his military might, the droid was here to speak with a friend.

With a low bow and a smile he responded with amusement in his voice, "Thank you my friend. I must say that I agree with your analysis, though in the courts of so great a king upon his return it is deserving that I be dressed in my most formal of bodies. How is it, returning to your people?"
 
Ren walked her son's hand held firmly as they traversed the crowds, she did not want anyone to come up and take him from her. This was all new to Adas even though he seemed to catch most of the movement closest to him.

The emotions of the crowd ranged from acceptance, to hatred and all of it rolled around them, Adas had show some empathic ability so she sought to protect him just in case.

The escort to throne cleared the path as they neared, Adas as his father's heir moved to stand to his father's right hand while Ren stayed back to the left. She wished [member="Kida"] was here now Ren could not help but to care for the girl and wonder where she was. Ren scanned the crowds looking for any indication of movement that would harm her family.

Ren had not met [member="Ultimatum"] before the sight of him invoked some curiosity on her part, the scientist in her poking about.

There were battles and skirmishes about, some inside the room, others outside waiting to force their way to where they had gathered.

[member="Darth Erebos"] [member="Darth Prazutis"] [member="Mythos"]

sorry late and short I've not gotten in my groove yet
 
It was only a matter of time before Atrisia became a planet filled with beings that could erase life from sectors if so proposed, first was [member="Ultimatum"] the Lord of Mustafar, then [member="Darth Erebos"] the King of Shawken and finally [member="Darth Prazutis"] no introduction needed. Mythos nodded in his throne room as all pieces began to fall into place. Without the One Sith tethering the strings the Lords of the Sith could commune and ally without need of protocol and as they saw fit. Mythos thought it in a grand and majestic manner; "The Brotherhood of Kings"

"It is well my friend, it will be eventful and entertaining if nothing more. My arrival will bring volatile beings into this courtroom from all the galaxy." Mythos paused, looking at Ultimatum as well as glancing at his chief of security and the commanders of the Jar'Kai royal defense forces. "It is imperative for the future of our worlds that everything transpires today goes smoothly, it could mean the difference between a shaky alliance between worlds and a coalition that can conquer them."

Lee grimaced as his hit landed beside her arm, it landing but with not enough force. Not a second after he was flying in a net of lightning against the ground. Lee could use Sith lightning but not to the standard of Sith Lords of renown, he could however, defend against it very well. In order to learn how to use it he was subject to repeated sith lightning attacks and although it could kill him he had training in tutaminis. With one hand in the ground and the other as a lightning rod Lee focused to channel the sith lightning, killing the life around him as he did. Beneath his hand that touched the ground leaves began to wither and die, the ground became infertile with ash and dust. The sound was that of a thunderstorm but if you could hear through the storm you could hear his insane laughter as lightning ripped through his chest and arms.

Back in the palace the Jar'Kai brought in their trophies and treasurers from the worlds Mythos had visited. From Ankhypt to Midvinter, Nubia and Dagobah. Slabs from Korriban were brought in and through the back several pounds of spice from Kessel to then sell and add to the imperial treasury. Advisers hobbled around as yet another Star destroyer entered the atmosphere. Mythos laughed when he saw it and grimaced, he knew what was coming and shook his head while he waited. Mythos gave command to his advisers again, same thing with Erebos and Ultimatum was given to Prazutis, royal escort and entrance into the throne. Lord Zambrano made it in quicker than Mythos expected, the flotilla over Atrisia a clear sign to any who would seek to bring trouble. Mythos nodded to himself and to Ultimatum, knowing the droid would know what he mean't... He had promised Ultimatum that he would come to conquer and now he would show him how. But first...

As Braxus came into the throne room Mythos descended from his throne and came to greet him, as expected he strike came and the royal forces of the Jar'Kai as expected went to defense position. The first infantry regiment and the Atrisian Legionare elite aimed at the agitating party with the new MK and the old BTI, a.k.a. Ol' reliable. The new meets the old, side by side.

"Oh come now Braxus" Myths said, hovering in the air with a smile on his face and blood trickling down to his lip. "It was just a little bomb" They quickly dismissed their men, many people wondering what was happening, confused and scared of violence and tension inside the throne room but there was none to be had. Weapons drawn were now holstered and Braxus and Mythos embraced as brothers of the sword,
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"It could have gone better" Mythos said humorously, chuckling as he turned and pointed to his son in the crowd. "That's my boy, I'd ask you to be his master but I doubt you have the time" Mythos could not feel the force but the uneasiness of his men and the fact that Erebos was coming kept his eye on the palace gate. "This is Ultimatum" Mythos said, gesturing to the droid at his left. "Lord of Mustafar and a strong ally... we have one more yet to come" He finished, eye fixed at the door that was to open soon...

[member="Serena Bouie"] [member="Darth Erebos"] [member="Ultimatum"] @Ajira Cardei [member="Monster"] [member="Draconis Caesar"]​
 

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