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

[Shaddi]

What heralded Erebos's arrival wasn't screams or a shout but the exact opposite defening silence as if all sound had been snuffed out and a simple tone barely above a whisper emanated through the chamber as Erebos utilized a creative use of Force scream's principals. "I buried the one who's name you dare claim." The voice sent visible shudders of horror down the spines of the people that parted as he walked towards the throne through the throng. His Tuk'ata growling at anyone even attempting to move as their master passed them as they flanked the lord.

A single person stepped in front of Erebos, some Atrisian not wise to the world no doubt. "He is Lord Mythos returne.." He didn't finish his words as Erebos snapped his fingers and the dark red lighting that erupted from beneath the brave fool vaporized him. "All I see is a void before me." Erebos said as he stepped onto the ashes of the poor fool. "Your as dead in the force as your about to be by my hand." He said as he drew the sword at his hip and began to advance towards [member="Mythos"] with a purpose and the small arching electrical trails in his wake showed he had no intention of being stopped by his lessers even though he knew [member="Darth Prazutis"] would most likely be the most challenging of the lot he'd kill the pretender.

Behind him his Tuk'ata growled and snarled as they seemed to be held in place, moving a step or so forwards before taking another back as if angry that they couldn't proceed with their master. However as Erebos made his way over half of the throne room he noticed Groom and his grip on his sword reversed as he suddenly in the blink of an eye made the rest of the way with the sword's hilt coming crashing into Mythos's face. "You!" He said in an indignant and insulted tone as he dropped the sword and gripped the fabric at Mythos's chest as he then brought his mask crashing into Mythos's face which caused it to crash as dark side tendrils shot up from the ground around them to keep anyone away from them and to prevent them from interfering. "I buried you! I spoke at your funeral, you unbelievable bastard!" The long Silvery white strands of Erebos's hair spilling out from the broken mask as it's pieces fell to the ground.

Erebos's face was contorted in relief, fury and confusion as he stared into the void that had now become one of his few friends. "What happened to you?" He then asked as he seemed to let go of Mythos and almost recoiled in horror at what his friend had become in his sight.

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

 

[Mythos]

Few beings in the galaxy held the title of friend from Mythos, the being that entered the courtroom and snuffed out all sound except for the rhythmic breathing of the people, was one of them. Darth Erebos, a being that Mythos both respected and admired both as a friend and as a king. He had kept an eye on the spires of Erebos and knew that he could take care of himself... yet he had lied to Erebos as well as the entire galaxy, he had his friend and the entire galaxy presume him dead. By all accounts that was a jerk move even for Mythos. Erebos entered escorted and the arms and ammunition of the royal guard was trained on him and his entourage with caution. Mythos strode forward without fear, knowing in a part of him that Erebos would not seek to kill him.... not when Groom went to greet him before Mythos could. Much like Prazutis Erebos was angry, he struck Mythos in the face which Mythos took in stride. Mythos nodded at Erebos, his eyes trained upon his friend. The dark side of the force shot up around them, the crowd shrieked in fear as they thought a combat was about to happen... yet it did not.

Mythos laughed out loud, hard and loud filling the throne room with his confidence and his bravado. One hand came to rest of Erebos' shoulder and his facial expression was one of calm and assurance. "I had to my friend... i needed everyone to believe that i was no more... it needed to be genuine." He said, a pause ending his sentence as he gathered [member="Ultimatum"], [member="Darth Prazutis"] and Erebos around him near his throne. With the axe in his hand he began the short story. "I was severed from the force by [member="Thurion Heavenshield"], Grand Master of the Silver Sanctum in the battle of Lujo... yet the grand master saw it fit to spare my life as a reward for my Honor in combat" Mythos said, head held high in pride at the re-telling of the battle. "I knew that without the force Atrisia and my family were in peril... i was not strong enough to defend the One Sith from the Alliance or my family from Assassins that would seek to kill me in the name of war against the One Sith" He paused one final time, revealing his body beneath his cloak. Mythos had trained in Midvinter for years as well as in Dagobah, fought countless enemies without the force and trained restlessly to become stronger than he ever was before. The throne room beheld Mythos' new body, a product of years of training and Midventirian food, Nubian fighting technique and Anubian thinking philosophy. Muscles tight and toned, his body big and heavy, each arm impressive in size and in detail. His legs twice as big as they were, his back a slab of duracrete, his chest a durasteel barrel, his neck a trunk of ebony wood.

"Now i am stronger than i ever was before, even without the force i have stood against masters of the force and held my own against monsters and armies... Atrisia is mine again yet this time it is mine without the strings of the One Sith tethering my rule, before my throne is the Crown Prince of Panatha, the Lord pf Mustafar and the King of Shawken... Do you see what i see Erebos?" He paused, Pointing at the sky. "Have you taken a glance at the sky Braxus?" Mythos said, a hologram feed showing the three Kings who came as guests what the orbit of Atrisia looked like.

"In the space of Atrisia right now, there is a fleet made by our combined forces that would make even the grand navy of the Galactic Alliance tremble...." He said, a smile on his face before he continued. "With our forces combined, the strength of each of us and our domains together as a coalition we make a force to be reckoned with...." Mythos brought forth a massive case, made of durasteel and ebony wood straight from korriban, it was an ancient table made by ancient Sith Lords of eons past. Mythos brought it for them to use as a table to discuss the alliance.

[member="Serena Bouie"] [member="Ajira Cardei"] [member="Darth Prazutis"] [member="Monster"]​

 

[Ultimatum]

Ultimatum bowed politely to [member="Darth Prazutis"] as [member="Mythos"] introduced him. It struck the droid as particularly ironic to be among these powers of the galaxy, among people he would have fought in any other circumstance. Sith were wrong, their ideology, their methods, their goals, all of it was incorrect as far as the droid was concerned. It was not a matter of differing views, the study of cultures throughout the ages pointed to the fact that most of the Sith's ideals were in fact against most common place laws. They were an anomaly that could only be explained fully by their being an erroneous system. However, the droid could not easily disentangle himself of the webs of his current companionship. After a fashion, he was trapped in a cell of his own creation.

Now, all that being said, Ultimatum was not overly concerned. Mythos was a friend of both of these and that would protect him for now. He was unsure if [member="Darth Erebos"] would recall their last meeting, one that had presided in a jail and their escape soon thereafter. The droid hoped that this would be a friendly meeting, after all Mythos had spoken of alliances last they had met. Perhaps now was his moment to begin that coalition.

When Erebos came in Ultimatum began scanning the room for the nearest guard. The droid was unfortunately unarmed, however he was not incapable of collecting one. His plan was if Erebos, who was obviously enraged at Mythos for some reason, were to attack Ultimatum would secure himself some form of weapon to attempt to pry the two off. But they moved far too quickly for the droid, Erebos attacked Mythos and then soon turned to surprise apparently as the man recognized Mythos. While Ultimatum could not claim to know the history of any of these men and how they knew one another, he knew they were friends.

As Mythos began catching up and giving a brief story, Ultimatum listened and then put the information into his databanks for later overview. Then came what Ultimatum had anticipated, speech of a combination of their forces. The droid wished that he had more to offer, but for now the extent of his fleet was mostly ships for non-combat purposes. That was large ships anyways, he was building fighters capable of handling themselves, but he had yet to step into the larger ships.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Mythos"]

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.

The Atrisian boasted incredible mobility. Every motion was exaggerated, placing him beyond where he should have been. This latest maneuver was no different: in the blink of an eye he'd gone from standing on her upraised fist and kicking at her head, to a position on the ground. Admittedly the impact of her lightning had played a roll there, it seemed, so maybe she was starting to wear him down.

His laughter belied that assessment, of course. But then again, he was currently shunting her lightning away with a titanic effort, and that would wear him down far more quickly than indulging his acrobatic nonsense. Ajira took half a step back and kept up the torrent of lightning. The strength of the Dromund Kaas Force nexus was such that electronics would often cease to work in certain special places; between that and the electromagnetic fields around the lightning, her helmet's HUD flickered and died. The ongoing, actinic beam dimmed her transparisteel T-visor to compensate.

No more games. If he wanted to pit his strength against hers like this, it was incumbent upon her to burn him out. In the back of her mind she could sense Sith Lords gathering on this world, or what passed for Lords in this generation: students of her students' students' students, pale reflections of the true masters. What were they compared to her? Who was this man, who thought he could have a prayer against her?

The lightning continued unabated. She ignored the mild death field around him: so far, it wasn't a problem. Nothing like what she'd faced when fighting Odium, or what she could generate at need. If he wanted to leach the life from mountaintop weeds, more power to him.

 

[Darth Prazutis]

As tensions briefly rose in the aftermath of the dark titans punch the elite crownguard returned to formation still tightened around Prazutis. These guardsman were the best that the Dual Monarchy of Panatha & Thule had at their disposal. The ranks of the Crownguard were open to any man or women of noble birth who possessed force sensitivity and who's noble roots could be directly traced back to the Pacanth Reach. It was an order founded following the Panatha Civil War that saw the Zambrano's once more return to power and the coronation of Kaine Zambrano I as the first Emperor of the Pacanth Reach. Immediately after Prazutis worked with his mentor [member="Darth Carnifex"] and their confidants to design these elite protectors.

Silent and still as statues the guardsman still scanned the room for threats the Sith Lord knew all too well even here among the court of a 'friend' and others, they already had planned in their minds who would be taken down first if a fight were to break out. Prazutis and his entourage moved toward the side of the throne out of the way while [member="Mythos"] brought up his child. The light in his eyes and the slight smile on the mans face told him he cared dearly for the boy, a weakness. While Prazutis did smile outwardly inside he silently filed such knowledge away for future access if needed. As Mythos began his introductions with [member="Ultimatum"] the 'Lord of Mustafar' he gave the mechanical being a long look.

There was something about him that told one he wasn't just your average droid, this was something more, something dangerous yet unique. Finally the last 'guest' arrived just then, and from the moment the man came into view he knew exactly who it was: [member="Darth Erebos"]. A peer in the Dark Council, the former ruling body of the One Sith following the dark lords death. The man was obsessed with his pursuit of knowledge, and possessed quite a bit it. But that also made him very dangerous. Quickly Prazutis motioned his guardsman to stand down once Erebos struck Mythos, and tensions once more rose in the room. In the aftermath of Lujo Prazutis used his vast resources to help Mythos disappear completely. Most believed he had died there but there were only a handful of people who knew the truth.

Mythos still was without the power of the force either it was his overconfidence in his own abilities, or his weakness in being unable to get his powers back which one it was had yet to be seen. But the true purpose of this meeting besides a friendly chat Mythos made reality, an alliance. The man wasn't back a day and already he spoke of attacking the Galactic Alliance. While Prazutis would love nothing more than to see them fall he wasn't ready, the Sith Order wasn't ready for that kind of heat just yet. "Mythos, the Dual Monarchy of Panatha & Thule still recognizes the formal alliance we set up with Atrisia previously. But we have discussed this possibility already and have decided that military action on that scale, the attention that it would bring isn't something we need at this time."

 

[Shaddi]

"I agree with [member="Darth Prazutis"], Shawken hasn't even rebuilt after the fall of the One sith to hold more than a handful of ships in it's orbit for protection. An assault on the galactic Alliance though I thoroughly wish to tear the throat from that body of hypocrites, [member="Mythos"] it is simply ill advised. The resources at their disposal are quite frankly vastly superior to the ones we have." He said in a calmer tone of voice now as the clouds that had darkened the skies began to disipate though a few of the fiery spirits within it hurled a lightning or two down to the ground before dissipating, screaming into the void of nonexistence.

While under his rule Shawken had seen a surge of revival in their warrior codes and knighthood honor, many schools attempting to revive the lost sword styles of the ancient past and crafting of new Telswords and the like had flourish. Erebos wasn't the same brash young man he used to be when he was still a knight and apprentice, when he last met with Mythos. Instead he was calm and collected thinking several steps ahead instead of just the next one to take. He still looked to be the youngest of the group, looking like he was barely into his twenties, but he was at least twice that in age. "However an alliance with the rules arrayed here today might not be a bad idea if we think long term. Build our forces and consolidate our power, of course that might be years in the making but then again the Galactic Alliance is simply a stagnating beast resting on the spoils of it's victory over the one sith and hoping that, that will keep it safe in the near future." He then said as he turned his head to view the child near them, it was strange to be certain. He could see a similar strength that of Mythos the last time Erebos had met him but then again Erebos had heard of a few rituals that might help Mythos regain his strength in the force, though he'd need to start again if they'd succeed but that would be another time to inform Mythos of it.

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

 

[Mythos]

Mythos listening intently to both Sith Lords as they each spoke in turn but his facial expression did not change. Eyes of passion and and intent stared back with a single purpose in mind: bring war to the Galactic Alliance no matter what it took. When he spoke he did so with both the authority known in his court and the casual talk known to both Braxus and Erebos. "I heed your wisdom, bringing war to the alliance is not what I propose to do at this moment..." His eyes narrowed and for a moment his voice denoted a tone that thirst for vengeance. "It is what I intend to do when the time is right and when the alliance that we hold here sports enough members to warrant another hall." He made a gesture with his right hand and from his throne three levitating titanium spheres floated out and surrounded the three lords before his throne. Each sphere beamed a holographic image that engulfed the room, stars and the entire galaxy opened up before their eyes... a map like no other in the galaxy made by Mythos himself with all the data from all his travels was now revealed to them.

Mythos gestured to the center of the map, a red symbol representing Coruscant. "The deep core is lost to the alliance, Atrisia now stands as my fortress in the Core" With another gesture of his hand the beacon of Atrisia began to shoot out several silver lines that lead to several other planets... trade routs and logistic paths. "As a neutral planet, i have devised a series of trade routes from Mustafar to deep in the Hutt Cartel territory, Korriban and everywhere in between."

The silver lines in between the planets began to glow and expand, each one splitting into tendrils as Mythos observed with scrutiny. "The web of trade and the expansion of the free market, independent merchant sponsored economic boom and regulated galactic chip market will bring a new pool of wealth that will allow Atrisia to become a single system power" It was obvious He had thought long and hard of this, it was part of the job to micromanage an entire system with trade routes and economy. The reward was effectiveness.

He ruled with established plans; goals divided into short, medium and long term. Tedious yet necessary.

"I have the vision of three structures that will help, one of them too far off to talk about today" He gestured to Erebos before he continued to address the state of Shawken. "We have a legendary construction force in Atrisia, the best in the Core of the galaxy. I will commission a sector of the Ministry of Austerity to help rebuild Shawken" With a switch of the controls in his forearm the hologram changed to a massive image of Atrisia and its Orbit. The image however was altered, in the orbit of the planet there was a space designated for something that was not there.... on regular star charts. "With the help of Mustafar and Loom and well as Shawken and the Spires, we can rebuild and mobilize the Rancor... last surviving Star Destroyer of the original galactic empire" As he finished four small orbs of holographic light, two for each, floated to Ultimatum and Erebos with the details of Rancor and its location in the Atrisian system. Finally he turned to Braxus, a massive holographic orb floating to the Crown Prince as Mythos approached him, giving time for Ultimatum and Erebos to observe and analyze the data before them. "The closest system to ours right now is the Bendali system..." The orb before him would show Braxus all the scouting information Mythos had gathered on Bendali when he was King before and then compared them to what he scouted recently. He would notice a boom in structures if nothing less.

"Bendali is corrupt, ruled by underground crime lords and a spineless government." The hologram would change one last time, showing a vast plain spanning miles in the Bendali mainland. "Once the forests have been cleared and the materials used for construction I can use the Bendali heartland for a massive Military Complex the likes of which the galaxy has never seen before" He had designed it... a rough sketch still needing to go through Ultimatum's hands for corrections. It spanned miles, holding missile silos and hangars, an entire stretch of land devoted only to anti air craft and orbital defense then to top it all off a landing pad for star destroyers. It was a military complex on a scale not attempted in a very long time.

On the other side Lee was against a maelstrom of Sith Lightning. Every barrage that came from the warrior put him against the gates of death, yet Lee would not see death with pride if he were to surrender. With the power of the Dark Side of the force Lee somehow managed to turn his hand and focus the fury of the force in his fingers. The lightning that struck his hand met his fingers as the current of the strong river met the immovable stone in the middle of it. It was like standing against a storm, yet Lee had done that too often and too literally. He was blasted by the impact of the Sith lightning yet as he rose before he broke the lightning the warrior closed the distance between the two meaning that when Lee stood his hand almost touched hers. Without thinking about it Lee twisted his hand in an arc to grab the source of the lightning then twisted it from the shoulder while at the same time unleashing a vicious uppercut kick. If any of that landed... Lee was going to close the distance and engage in close quarter combat initiating with a set of punches in bunches.

[member="Darth Erebos"] [member="Monster"] [member="Ajira Cardei"] [member="Darth Prazutis"] [member="Ultimatum"] [member="Draconis Caesar"] [member="Serena Bouie"] [member="HK-36"] [member="Kass Vale"]​

 

[Darth Ren Malgus]

Her blue eyes remained steady on each person surrounding Mythos, she could not read them easily they hid somethings very well. She inched closer to listen to hear the words spoken clearly, her empathic abilities relied on many things their emotions primarily but there were other tricks to use.

An alliance of the four interesting how would this work with the location of each world as it were, spread a bit thin wouldn't you think. Adas suddenly appeared at her side looking up, yes she had heard as well as he they were seeking him a teacher. Ren winked at him they both knew that time was coming there was only so much she could teach him, and he had passed those abilities long ago. If he is what Mythos thinks, Adas needed more.

The Rancor, oh now Ren understood and now her interested truly peaked she watched the orbs, oh...so this was what he had been hiding all this time. She couldn't help but smile he always had a plan.

This plan, this had great detail and thought into it this had the outline for great opportunity for those who could see it. Would the others see it for what it was or would they hesitate. If they hesitated why?

She could see a number of things she could do with this..she couldn't wait. Already she could see the number of worlds that called out to her to come and search for their secrets. Secrets that would make them more powerful, secrets that would forge the vision from mists to iron.

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

 

[Ultimatum]

Ultimatum had to admit to himself, he was surprised by the original idea that [member="Mythos"] had laid out. Unfortunately, the droid was somewhat biased against Sith, so he had not anticipated such an interesting plan as setting up trade routes to increase the wealth of what was effectively all present. It was a prosaic suggestion and completely lacking in any clear intent of military power. Very manipulative and insightful of the organic to use such things as trade and freedom of that to increase his capability to maintain power and increase it.

Then came that which truly interested the droid. Bringing back a relic and making it usable again. That was something that the droid enjoyed doing, as evidenced by the Sovereignty and SCORPIO, who as of yet was still too volatile to take openly into the galaxy. If the droid claimed to have a hobby that would be it, finding history and restructuring it to become useful in the current day was perhaps one of truly fun things to do in the galaxy. From his findings in the HoloNet it was apparent that massive societies that predated the Republic had the most advanced technologies and while said tech was mostly gone from the galaxy he loved to work with what he could get hold of from history. The challenge of taking that which was considered obsolete and making it useful in its own right.

The orbs gave Ultimatum some interesting statistics on the ship, it certainly would be quite a job to get the ship into running standards again. Preferably the ship would receive major changes to some of its internal systems, retrofits were only usable to a point. Once the ships internal mechanisms simply could not contain the updated parts then it was simply far easier to pull the ship for extensive reconstruction. Of course, the droid was pretty sure that it would receive only necessary adjustments.

When at last they came to the final plan piece, Ultimatum was finally not surprised. A military base on a massive scale that wound have made many generals incredibly pleased. It was a most ambitious project and one that Ultimatum thought would be interesting to attempt.

The metal being spoke in reply, "I believe this will be a most interesting set of projects, and I look forward to working on them with you." He then fell silent to allow the others time to speak.

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

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Mythos"]

On the other side Lee was against a maelstrom of Sith Lightning. Every barrage that came from the warrior put him against the gates of death, yet Lee would not see death with pride if he were to surrender. With the power of the Dark Side of the force Lee somehow managed to turn his hand and focus the fury of the force in his fingers. The lightning that struck his hand met his fingers as the current of the strong river met the immovable stone in the middle of it. It was like standing against a storm, yet Lee had done that too often and too literally. He was blasted by the impact of the Sith lightning yet as he rose before he broke the lightning the warrior closed the distance between the two meaning that when Lee stood his hand almost touched hers. Without thinking about it Lee twisted his hand in an arc to grab the source of the lightning then twisted it from the shoulder while at the same time unleashing a vicious uppercut kick. If any of that landed... Lee was going to close the distance and engage in close quarter combat initiating with a set of punches in bunches.

Somehow he powered upstream against the torrent of lightning, despite repeated hits. She accorded that some amount of grudging respect: it took guts to continue fighting when that close to death. But respect didn't stop her from watching him wade through Dark Side-imbued electricity, trying to close the range between them.

He reached for her hand; she pulled it back and stopped shooting lightning. His kick slammed into the underside of the front of her helmet, knocked her head back, twisted the buy'ce around. A series of punches slammed into her armor as she staggered back, probably more harmful to him than to her. She ripped off the helmet, revealing an unexceptional face. There was nobody around to see it, so now all she had to do to keep her secret well in hand was to kill him.

His next series of punches came in, and she settled into a close-in stance, letting him mash his fists against the ridged metal of her bracers. Anchored, immovable, she lashed out with a few jabs in counterpoint, trying to bait him into more acrobatics and wasting more energy.

 

[Sal Katarn]

Good thing I remembered my badge this time, thought Sal Katarn.

The man of about average height stood on the boarding ramp of a very ordinary starship and squinted into the distance. A tangle of tarnished gold hair hung low over his eyes. He ran a hand through the greasy locks. Nostrils flared, as if he could smell something downwind. In the sky above, an enormous shrike circled. He grunted once, then mounted a speeder bike and zipped off.

Wind tugged on his well-worn black poncho, revealing hints of prudent measures beneath. Navigating up the mountainside took some doing, but in a time he got to a place where a bike simply couldn't go. He parked the bike and walked the remainder on foot.

A flash of light crackled like lightning up ahead.

Lot of fuss here. Guess that's why they sent me.

Alliance didn't like a lot of fuss in its back yard. Sent people like him to investigate fusses in case they became full blown problems. Star-destroyer sized problems.

Turns out we got a few of those too.

Katarn felt the medallion under his clothes grow colder than ice against his chest. "Hm." He frowned, then rounded a large boulder...

...and nearly took a streaking bolt of actual lightning to the face. Sal's fingers instinctively twitched down toward his hip and his eyes narrowed against the coruscating brilliance of the lightning. In front of him, two perps engaged in mutual combat, one engulfed in lightning. Didn't take a genius to see which one was losing.

Sal ran a tongue against the tip of a canine. "Well, kark."

Don't think I'll need the badge after all.

[member="Ajira Cardei"] | [member="Mythos"]

 

[Shaddi]

As he listened to what [member="Mythos"] had planned T'zanith smiled a little. He had done something similar but used an entire moon as a military complex to keep it away from the civilian places. When he was told that he and [member="Ultimatum"] would work on the Rancor he had to raise an eyebrow as he turned his head to look towards the droid. "Are you familiar with ancient technology then?" He asked as he had been looking for one to help him with a slight project he had but with his limited knowledge of ancient technology the project had ground to a halt.

With a slight look back towards Mythos once more. T'zanith moved his hand towards the map and pointed at the middle space between Shawken and Atrisia. "Increasing the wealth of the powers arrayed here today will be a good idea but know this Mythos, Shawken will carve out it's own little corner of the galaxy for itself and that I will do my own way. However with increased wealth we can slowly trickle some of those profits to be aimed towards Military construction, research and complexes." He said as he smiled a little, it was good to see that Mythos had taken up the thought of the long game, rather than the "right now!" approach he usually had.

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

 

[Darth Prazutis]

Prazutis kept quiet for the most part while he listened to the trio discuss [member="Mythos"] own plan for a military buildup centered around the Bendali System. The man was certainly ambitious especially in his drive to see the galactic alliance burn, even if he had to do it all by himself. Whether it was this passion that would help him succeed or see him fall hard, had yet to be seen. Trade between the three factions was good for stimulating everyone's economies as well as helping growth and development. Unlike [member="Darth Erebos"] planet of Shawken the Pacanth Reach was relatively unscarred from the harsh realities of war brought upon them by the fall of the One Sith Empire.

After the recent rebellion launched by the Sith Order to keep the Silver Order out of the Stygian Caldera, Thule was left with damage from the short but brutal skirmish. Repairs were already well underway. Increased trade would expedite the process and more coin filling the royal treasury of House Zambrano was always a great benefit. But it was these designs to rebuild the Rancor that caught his attention. Mythos intended on rebuilding the great ship and station whose cost was no doubt massive. The price for hiding such a massive ship until its creation was high, and the risk of destruction when using it was even higher. It was the one issue when designing such massive ships while they provided a huge boon, when destroyed the blow was often crippling.

This military complex Mythos showed him along with his gathered intel was an equally massive and expensive endeavor. Again the determination of the King showed with the concept of a military base unlike anything every seen before. Prazutis looked to Mythos "You're plans are very ambitious Mythos. But the people of Bendali won't sit idly by while you strip their lands of resources and use the remains as a construction ground. The underground can be bought for the right price, every crime lord has his price but the people? The government? You're talking a complete invasion for your plan to work, who knows who will show up to defend the freedom of Bendali." Prazutis said briefly stopping to let it all sink in to the group, he continued again. "The question is: are you ready to pay that price? Once they find out what your intentions are whether you succeed or not you'll have a target on your back again, and from what I see you're still crippled without the force. Once you begin this there is no turning back."

 

[Mythos]

The first to answer Mythos was Ultimatum and Mythos did not know anyone who was better at rebuilding and recommissioning an ancient piece of technology, no matter how big or how small it was. Mythos had no doubt that [member="Ultimatum"] was more than capable of completing the project with more than enough time and resources to spare.... He had seen the droid to it before even if it was on a smaller scale. "Glad to have you on board my mechanic ally. Feel free to begin your assessment of the Rancor at your leisure."

The King of Atrisia was not shaken in the slightest with the thought of an invasion or the alliance outright bringing war to his planet with every single soldier they could muster... even if Mythos was to stand alone and die in the steps of his palace, he would not surrender Atrisia without taking with him to the grave every man woman and child in the planet fighting beside him. Every single man and woman of age in Atrisia was drafted to military service, almost every family in Atrisia had at least one family member serving in the military or a veteran now retired. By law, every family who sported at least one soldier in the Atrisian army enjoyed benefits such as premium healthcare, standard allowances and the right to work anywhere where a project was being undertaken. Needless to say public opinion of Mythos was mostly positive throughout the planet. He was not aware of a Sith Lord who could boast that claim and he took great pride in it.

The second to address Mythos was Erebos. Mythos made his way back to the throne casually, sitting down to better analyze the proposals and... doubts... of his Allies. Mythos nodded to Erebos as he explained how Shawken would move with the independent and sole will of it's king and Mythos could not even think of offering a retort. "Of course my friend, I do hope you are not above asking me for aid when you need it... it is important that we work off each other, using each others strengths to compliment where another would be lacking" He paused, mulling over his next words and also the words he had just let off his lips. In truth Atrisia lacked many things but the things that Atrisia lacked Shawken, Pacath Reach and Mustafar had in abundance. It was in Mythos' best interest and the interests of everyone present, so he thought, that each one would work in conjunction with each other in order to make every project, every mission and every goal as profitable as possible and to squeeze the juice out of everything they exploited as much as possible... They were going to need every little bit of resources the could muster...

Mythos thought to make a small metaphorical point. From his throne he pulled a small bag, in it a assortment of sticks. "Individually" He started holding out a single twig plucked from the Mukashe Cante forest region. "We are as a single stick... easily broken" Mythos said, as he snapped the twig with a single hand and then discarding the two pieces as they tumbled before his throne landing before the three Lords in the bottom. "But together..." He said as he pulled many sticks together and made the effort to snap them in half simultaneously with both hands. The sticks offered much more resistance than the single one, each one of the twigs splintering but not snapping all together. "That task becomes much harder... the closer we are to each other, the more we support one another the more difficult it will be for our enemies to phase us"

His face changed, a fact that he had been hiding inside of his heart for too damn long and now without the strings of the One Sith he could speak his mind about it. "This is the fault of all Sith... Every one of them" His words carried anger, the vision of Mephirium and the Emperor still infuriating him beyond human comprehension. "One Sith, One to hold strength and one to crave it, Forsaking brotherhood" He spat, anger in his eyes. "Idiocy... all of it, the order that keeps us from forming a strong bond of brotherhood and teamwork with only ideology is bound to fail... so I propose a new path to ensure that we never make the same mistakes the One Sith made"

And there it was... The Black flag.... A symbol dead for centuries...

"Bendali will not surrender, Bendali will not fall without a fight, I Agree Braxus. It will be the first world to feel the might of the Brotherhood of the Sith, I'm picking up where Exar Khun left off, Here today we give birth to a new order..." With those words the throne room erupted in colors and symbols... gone were the axe and the flag of the One sith, Gone were the symbols of Atrisian tradition and culture with the standard insignia. Replaced by the colors of the ancient Brotherhood of the Sith, unearthed after thousands of years in Korriban and Yavin IV. The Name Mythos was tribute to the Myth, the Myth of failed Sith forgotten by time, buried by millions of layers of earth only waiting for the time to return to the present.

No Longer would the Myth prevail, the Myths had been brought back to life. With a snap of Mythos' fingers slab after slab of Korriban temples were brought in with ceremony, texts and ancient carving depicting the ancient sith lords, affirming that the Myths were not Myths anymore... Here Mythos had, after much toil and digging with [member="Serena Bouie"] in every single corner of the galaxy, proof and knowledge of these ancients... and he was going to use it to carve a new empire. "To answer your question Braxus, I am ready to die for you and every one of my brothers if need be... my question is... Are you with me?"


Meanwhile, Over at the Hill.

Lee Slammed his fists and extremities in succession as a true martial artist would do. Yet Lee found out after about three hits that it was the equivalent of punching stone, not the course kind but the kind of stone that had stood for centuries against the wind and the rain, storms beat upon it yet the boulder never moves. Wind and rain beat down... on one so strong, they cut but never change what stood so long.

Tall as a mountain.

Lee knew he needed to muster something beyond anything he had done in the past century... or he would die in combat. His Knuckles were bare in the bone, blood and skin dripping off them coupled with the very serious burns caused by sith lightning all over his body. Instead of squirming from the inmeasurable pain he felt after every blow, he used it to fuel the power of the dark side of the force. The Shinto clan, the clan that Lee and his brother Ken were now the only surviving members of had perfected a technique that not even Mythos knew existed. It was called a technique because it was coupled with martial arts but to any well educated darksider it would be nothing more than sorcery... it was how Lee used it that made it a martial arts technique. Lee murmured beneath his breath, ancient words that should not be spoken while building up a stance to strike his opponent in the center of her body. From Lee's body the wild, uncontrolled energy of the dark side of the force when channeled by sorcery manifested in the blink of an eye. It was a technique to deliver a single blow from the closed first amplified with the power of dark sorcery and the skill of a true martial artist. When Lee Unleashed his punch at close quarters the force around him felt like a tectonic shift that could not be seen, it was as if the force bulked up in a single place and became so dense that it almost materialized in his knuckles as he said the final words that would unleash the "Magic". "Kaiomek!"
[member="Darth Prazutis"] [member="Darth Erebos"] [member="Sal Katarn"] [member="Ajira Cardei"]
(Holy Mary this might be the biggest post i have ever done XD)​

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Mythos"]

Meanwhile, Over at the Hill. Lee Slammed his fists and extremities in succession as a true martial artist would do. Yet Lee found out after about three hits that it was the equivalent of punching stone, not the course kind but the kind of stone that had stood for centuries against the wind and the rain, storms beat upon it yet the boulder never moves. Wind and rain beat down... on one so strong, they cut but never change what stood so long. Tall as a mountain. Lee knew he needed to muster something beyond anything he had done in the past century... or he would die in combat. His Knuckles were bare in the bone, blood and skin dripping off them coupled with the very serious burns caused by sith lightning all over his body. Instead of squirming from the inmeasurable pain he felt after every blow, he used it to fuel the power of the dark side of the force. The Shinto clan, the clan that Lee and his brother Ken were now the only surviving members of had perfected a technique that not even Mythos knew existed. It was called a technique because it was coupled with martial arts but to any well educated darksider it would be nothing more than sorcery... it was how Lee used it that made it a martial arts technique. Lee murmured beneath his breath, ancient words that should not be spoken while building up a stance to strike his opponent in the center of her body. From Lee's body the wild, uncontrolled energy of the dark side of the force when channeled by sorcery manifested in the blink of an eye. It was a technique to deliver a single blow from the closed first amplified with the power of dark sorcery and the skill of a true martial artist. When Lee Unleashed his punch at close quarters the force around him felt like a tectonic shift that could not be seen, it was as if the force bulked up in a single place and became so dense that it almost materialized in his knuckles as he said the final words that would unleash the "Magic". "Kaiomek!"

An instant before his punch projected the energy he'd so painstakingly gathered, Ajira brought her specialization to bear. She could be worn down, outwitted, outpaced, kited, baited, distracted, outlasted in the right circumstances. There were any number of ways to beat her. But in withstanding a single massive hit, easy to see coming, she had no equal of which she was aware. In giving everything he had left, at a guess, Lee had just made his final mistake.

The spell struck a fuzzy layer of will and hard air, half an inch beyond her breastplate. Then she was flying, tumbling through the rocks on the mountainside. Her passage threw dust and pebbles into a plume; the wind caught the dust and drew it away. When it cleared, Ajira was just getting to her feet. The breastplate of her armor was deformed and burned from the portion of his technique that had made it through her last-moment shield. She unbuckled it and tossed it away, leaving her in just a bodyglove from neck to waist.

She'd lost her lightsabre somewhere along the way. Rather than summon it, though, as she advanced on Lee she raised a hand and made a fist. A vice grip would close around his throat. She wasn't aiming for humiliation or incapacitation, not a windpipe choke or a blood choke. She was aiming to break his neck and be done with him. And with the amount of energy he'd spent withstanding her lightning barrage and raining punches on metal and playing at acrobatics and taking one final swing at her, he couldn't have much left.

"That last one wasn't bad, boy," she said, as she did her level best to crush everything from shoulderblades to the base of the skull. Not a dignified way to go, but in the end, there really were very few dignified ways to die, if any.

 

[Ultimatum]

There was a certain air of finality to the proceedings, not necessarily that this was the end, but certainly the beginning of something that would cause an end for many people. It would be a most intriguing future, Ultimatum's life seemed to be full such twists and turns, as if Fate played some melody unknown for his future. What would happen to him? What would become of all those that stood here? Death most certainly, but when? Would this cooperative cause the demise of those here? It would certainly change lives, the droid simply hoped that there would be a light at the end of this tunnel. Perhaps he could use this to fund the future, not necessarily through monetary means but also physical.

The droid remained quiet as the flag was unveiled, keeping a silence that belied the words that he would have spoken. He was looking forward to this coalition, perhaps not for the reasons that his compatriots would have expected. This was an alliance of firstly trade and increased enrichment of the planets connected to the intended routes, thus it could allow greater focus on more expanded tasks. Already the potentials that Ultimatum had explored were beginning to show promise. It would not be long before there would be some breakthrough that would give him what he needed to truly begin his works for the organics.

The Artificial life nodded in response to [member="Darth Erebos"]' question, elaborating, "I have some experience in ancient technologies. If I understand correctly this ship is going to be relatively recent compared to most of my works. What of you?"

The droid thought to himself in a moment of levity that [member="Mythos"] could attest to his capabilities with regards to optimizing ancient tech for today's use. Though, the organic was perhaps more skilled at powering the technology in a pinch. Ultimatum was still sometimes baffled that the hyperdrive had managed to function given all of that it had been through. One thing he had learned though over his time spent with Force users that one should not question reality when the Force is involved. A singular force in the entire galaxy that is above all laws of reality, that alone caused curiosity. Perhaps someday he could find a way to harness its power as well, but as far as he was aware droid's never had the ability to manipulate the Force. Something he would have to look into.

 

[Shaddi]

Looking towards the flag that was unveiled caused T'zanith to sigh only slightly to himself as he began to go over what the last Brotherhood of the sith did and how they died. While he wasn't against the idea of the alliance, the name was what he wasn't really thrilled about the name, with how the brotherhood ended up being and it's demise after all. On the other hand when [member="Mythos"] said his last statement T'zanith smirked a little. "Well that depends are you going to fake your death again?" He said with a snide tone towards Mythos as he crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow at him. "However aside from that Mythos and [member="Darth Prazutis"] I have a different idea which might be slower to the two of you but might give us Bendali on a silver platter. While we do buy of the underground how about having an agent of ours infiltrate the government and subtly nudge it towards our ends and whims. While yes it isn't the standard brutal war and fighting the two of you are so obviously hankering for every day it seemed even while we were among the sith, it does make it hard for others to even point a finger towards us when it all falls into place. Our commercial success will be the bait to fully integrate Bendali to our plans and whims."

As he said this he realized that the one among them that might actually see merit in his idea would be [member="Ultimatum"] given the droids penchant for intelligence rather than straight up an apocalyptic punch up Mythos and Prazutis seems to adamant about. "The name of the game gentlemen is this, getting as much from as little spent resources and keeping the galaxies eyes away from what we are really trying to accomplish. A full blown invasion seems a bit counter intuitive as pointed out by Braxus." He said with gestured towards Braxus and a light nod his way.

Leaning a bit to Ultimatum to talk to him a little about what he had in the works. "I have a piece of technology that almost brought the republic to it's knees due to the fact it allowed for unshakable communication between ships of the sith empire and left the republic in the dark until they obtained one for themselves. Restoring this technology and updating it to modern standards would be quite handy wouldn't it." He then said as he smiled a little as he was sure the droid might see it his way as well.

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

 

[Sal Katarn]

Sal watched the woman grab the fella buy the skull and try to shove it out the ass-end.

He glanced up at the sky and noted the looming destroyers.

Yep.

He'd seen enough.

Katarn got out his commlink.

"[member="Zark"], we have a problem..."

[member="Veino Garn"]

 

[Xunduro Starkiller]

(Meanwhile, on a nearby planet)....​

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Xunduro (ZUN-dar-O) plans to finally leave Ahch-To, he has felt a disturbance in the force... He knew something was wrong, he knew he could be use of aid. It triggered him... Finally, Xunduro looked to the skys, only to see a fleet of destroyers passing by...​

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​"What are they up to?" ​Xunduro asked himself... ​"Finally... Let's see if my self training has been put into some good use!"​

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​Xunduro quickly proceeded to his personal starship and followed the threat....​

 

[Freyia Whitelight-Carrick]

Fingers running a cross the stone that felt just as cold as they looked. Each one of her steps very lightly place even the way she walked was different then many her toes touch the marble floor first then her heal. Once upon a time there in depth of the forest on a planet she once had called her home her mother train her in the art of being there but not heard to others around. In many cases it was for the hunt for food. Her mother was different to where she called her home planet her people was a proud group of warriors on the planet of Harrun Kal.

As long ago as it seem to her now, that her father was back her training was not on the healing arts or in her own safe place of the library. Always learning that was her own calling. Then came the training of her father, it started before her father reappeared with her wanting to learn about Mandalorian to know her father that she never knew. Now she was of two worlds once of the planet Voss now with her father people of the Mandalorians. Two homes so very different.

In these massive hallways, one mind could wondering off many different direction. One might wondering what someone like her would want in a place like this. Being unable to find the right parts for the ship, she had found herself on. What would someone like her do with her time? Knowing that learning was her passion. That was her mission today, taking note that this palace had a great knowledge she wanted to find the library to read while she waited.

It didn't take much to get pass the lower security points, it was with her own race ability like child play. Finding the library was another task once that seem to be harder. Blending in wasn't her strong suit, she told herself no one would really be paying attention to her, after all she was only one half Zeltron young she look much younger. Today how after wasn't her best day as when she heard word old books. There ended her real thinking, there begin the hunt for knowledge that she hadn't seen before.

Turning down another hallway lending up to two double doors, reaching out with the force to feel presents behind, feeling this must be the library she had been seek for the pass hour. Pushing the door as her black boots made no sound. Only when her eyes lifted up not see stack of knowledge, but....

"This isn't the Library, where knowledge is keep is it... I'll just .. " stopping herself from another word coming from her meek voice, she might not be brightest when it came to common sense but she could feel the power rushing over her in waves not only that but of darkness nothing like she had felt before.

Only to see the last two guards she had passed seem to appear behind her. Fear once in her position would be show her no her training told her to not let it seep out, she was after all mandalrian trained warrior. If this was where her last breath would be taken, be with honor.

[member="Mythos"]​