The Rot of Heresy - TSE Dom of Vjun | Hex AF,21

[Jaeson Starchaser]

Mysteries of Château Malreaux
Staring Jaeson Starchaser & [member="Darth Prazutis"]​

"What are you? Some kind of looter?"​

Ramshackle, dilapidated, disrepair; all of these words and more defined the manor of the Malreaux family. Jaeson had drawn his weapon and stared down the corridor as a single rodent ran by. At first he thought nothing of it staring for a moment in silence, his backpack secure over his shoulders where he kept the various goods he'd managed to salvage. Standing in silence however he began to wonder. Why? A rodent wouldn't run across knowing he was there, it would be scared and dart in the opposite direction right? So why would the creature be running towards Jaeson? The obvious answer to the boy was that it was more scared of whatever was down the hall.

Inching towards the door with his blaster drawn he prepared himself to face whatever was coming for him. As he approached the lifeless door he could hear a clanking echo of footsteps. One of the ancient droids designed to protect the property reactivated no doubt. Gripping the blaster tightly he prepared to jump out and take it out quickly before it could raise the alarm. He listened to the clanking come closer and closer his heart racing... Ready to pounce Jaeson nearly jumped as the dead manor suddenly came to life. Power initiated internally making the lights flicker to life and and activating turrets Jae had bypassed on the way in. Looking around desperately he tried to find the trap he triggered to no avail leading him to believe he hadn't triggered anything. If that was the case then it meant he wasn't alone.

The droid was ontop of him before he knew it and turning the corner Jae attempted to shoot the blaster point blank into the metalic chest of the lumbering security bot. The droid, alert now after the alarm was raised, swatted at the youth's hand sending the blaster tumbling down the hallway. Jae for his part concentrated hard on the force remembering his lesson and balled up his hand into a fist. Instinctively a fast, swift, lighting strike, flew from his hand into the metallic chest of the droid denting the metal and causing a sharp pain to shoot up his hand into his arm.

Ineffective as it was Jae dove toward the blaster, revealing himself to an automated turret which fired several bolts in his direction. Rolling to the weapon he gripped the handle and rose to his knee's shooting a quick barrage, twice to the chest and head of the droid and then another three shots into the turret. Calm settled over the area for a moment giving Jae a chance to think. His hand that he punched the droid with was probably broken, red and swollen and throbbing in pain now. He wasn't a Jedi, or even a Sith and shouldn't have tried to break a droid with his fist. That was stupid, and overconfidence had, in the short term, cost him his hand. There was no time for remunerations though as more clanking echoed from down the hall.

As fast as his body could take him, and enhanced by preternatural force, he ran down the hall trying to get distance between himself and the droids. Each corner presented difficulty as turrets now came to life taking pot shots at him as he ran by. In a lackadaisical manner he fired back at the turrets trying to take down as many as he could in case he needed to backtrack.

As he ran darted around a corner, huffing from exertion, he saw a multitude of figures including a giant of a man.... [member="Darth Prazutis"].

"So what are you? Some sort of looter?" He asked with a shrug keeping his blaster to the side as to not threaten the man or his equally impressive retinue.

 

[Riamah]

Location: Vjun, Bast Castle
Objective: Escape

As expected the explosion stopped her from making her escape. That was fine though, the former Sith still had some tricks up her sleeve. Make that both sleeves but she had yet to reveal those weapons. She wouldn't either if she could avoid it.

Jumping back to avoid the explosion, she smiled slightly at the confidence in the tone of Kahlil.

"Don't be so sure. Come and get me."

With a protective barrier up around herself, she thought she was ready for any assault this man would send her way.

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Objective: 1- Storm the Castle

For Kyrel he could sense the other Sith's thoughts, no doubt showing his own. A scowl emerged from the lips behind his mask. The Ren was not too focused on the past, only Kyrel was for he saw the past as value and paths to power hence the fixation on Lord Vader. In a sense, the Ren were successors to the Sith. He hid his anger, and to the fact that the Sith spoke to him as if he was the one commanding the mission. That was hardly the case, as he was the one here as more of a guest, a courtesy due to his fascination with Vader. At least to Emperor Carnifex knowledge, he was one of the few who knew of Kyrel's obsession with the former Chosen One. Before he could reply to the Sith lady, he had heard the Emperor answer the woman saying that the three of them would move and lead the assault on the Castle.

It didn't take long shortly after that to depart from the Hanger. Kyrel felt something, he didn't know if it was admiration or dread around the Dark Lord. His power rivaled that of Sieger Ren, and so felt a mixture of envy and fear. But he was not surprised, the man or if he was a man as he could see from the armored form, was that there was a reason he was a leader of the Sith, and how he had built so much in just a span of a few years. Now here he was in his first meeting sitting in the same shuttle, as they departed from the destroyer onto the acid rain-soaked surface of Vjun, the Master of Ren not saying a word throughout the trip as they landed not far from a camp on the outskirts of the Castle.

Walking behind the Emperor himself, he continued to the gathering of Sith-Imperial Forces, walking closely as for now, they had seemed to arrive at a point to where the rains had stopped. Looking upon him he noticed a cybernetic commander, founding the irony considering his own past as a mechanical monstrosity, but said nothing to it as the man explained the situation. It was much to Kyrel's disappointment that the opposition was not inside the Castle itself, but the Emperor had suddenly disagreed saying they would purge anything and everything from the ground up of the castle. Be it a simple being to those that dared oppose them.

Kyrel found himself looking to the Emperor, a question seemed to form, and he wondered so he asked. "Lord Carnifex if I may ask what is our next step? We'll we purge everything from the inside?" He asked as he waited for the moment to begin the assault.


[member="Darth Carnifex"]
[member="Darth Banshee"]

 

[Darth Banshee]

Allies: [member="Kahlil Zambrano"] [member="Kyrel Ren"] [member="Darth Carnifex"]
Enemies: [member="Riamah"] well I think
Equipment: Armour, Lightsaber, Healing Amulet
Objective: Clearing out hertics

She sensed he hid his anger from her, no doubt he felt her thoughts. To her Vader was the past, the emperor was the future, and sith should always strive to move forward. As there was no point dwelling in the past, that was for weaker creatures, who wished for the glory days back. The best thing was to learn lessons from the past, so you next set of glory days lasted longer. The emperor then came, and told her that they where to assemble on the planet. The order was quickly given to her men, and they as group moved to the planet surface.

She listened to him ask their emperor, do they purge everything. She already new the answer it was yes, they have committed sins against the empire, and he was not a very forgiving man. Something she wished more people knew, like her nobles who wanted the return of the dominion. Though seeing as their acts where small, she did not act, as long as they did not force her too. She traveled with them, while her forces took drop ships down. The weather was with them, as it was not raining, which was blessed relief. Her men started forming up with the dread backbladed soliders, they where outnumbered, and not as well trained yet. As they where veterans of many wars and campaigns, only her Palace Guard and compatible in training and equipment. She waited for the Knight of Ren question to be answered, with death to all that stand in their way, or words to that effect, and then for the order to advance. She had little to add, the plan was to move and take the lower sections, and kill everything in their wake.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

"Every living creature that now resides in Bast Castle is an enemy of the Sith, Lord Kyrel. They are to be excised, expunged. The rot by which they have infected the castle will be cut away and discarded." It was a simple answer, one without complexity. That was often how the Sith Emperor approached a problem such as this, there was no need for eloquence or superfluous gestures when cleansing a world of rats and other undesirable vermin. It was how he dealt with many problems plaguing his beloved Imperium, from the reprobates on Gravlex Med to the haughty Grayson-kin of Ession.

Fire and blood.

Only ash remains.

The Emperor turned away and looked on as his Guard assembled before him, moving like a well-oiled machine. They had served him faithfully for over a decade, their minds honed into absolute servitude by dark science and ancient magic. Many of them were clones, born in secret creches on Thule and Khar Delba to engorge the Guard's ranks with new bodies all genetically programmed to be unwaveringly loyal to the Dark Lord and his family. They were the perfect soldier, obedient in every manner and unflinching in their duty no matter how grim.

And while the Imperial Legion battered away at the strongest castle defenses from the front, the Emperor would lead his forces on a more indirect approach to breach the castle walls. "Soldiers of the Blackblade Guard, your Emperor calls you to action!" Declared the Herald of the Guard, the Emperor's anointed voice and arbiter of his decrees to every corner of the Blackblade Guard. "Heretics have profaned the walls of this holy sanctum, and for that only death can atone them. Look to your brothers and sisters and know that it is by your arms that the will of the Emperor will be carried out. Blackened Will, Blackened Blood, Blackened Blades!"

The sound of over a hundred gauntlets clasping their left breastplate echoed over the camp, the only salute the Blackblades would give on the eve of battle. Then they began to disperse, orderly according to their tasks. An ancient waste overflow had been discovered, forgotten, in the canyons surrounding the massive fortress. Low-grade detonation charges were placed to blow the grate wide open, allowing for the Guard to breach the waste tunnel and make their way up to the subterranean base of the tower. There they would blow several more holes to breach the lowest levels of the castle, enabling the Emperor and his entourage access to Vader's castle.

Ascending the pipe was easy, the Emperor's dexterity in the Force allowed him to make quick work of the climb as he hauled himself up and over into one of the castle's trash compactors; conveniently shorted out by the vanguard that had preceded his arrival.

"Go forth, my brethren. Let us put an end to this blasphemous occupation."

[member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Darth Banshee"]​

 

[Fiolette Fortan]

Vjun

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Vjun System
Testing the New Station


"Rae and I would really want you there," Commodore Galeway spoke about the upcoming nuptials between herself and Captain Montague. Fiolette with her hands behind her back gave the woman a warm smile. "You are after all the reason why we met, if it weren't for your standing up to the First Order for your beliefs and departing as you did."

"You mean, because I was reckless and two rather young, impressionable and reckless officers decided to follow my lead?" She replied in jest as the two strode down the promenade that overlooked much of the station. "Of course I'll be there, and I'm sure Taeli will enjoy the ceremony." Or at least the food. The promenade's walkway supported by columns and cables that hung from the rafters offered more than just a wonderful view. It offered solitude as small alcoves lined the outer rotunda and in one of these alcoves rested a member of the Shrouded Assembly. The Lord Admiral paused in her movement, "go on ahead and give Rae my best, Kit. I'll meet with the two of you at Zerg's." Zerg was the civilian contractor who owned the cantina within the promenade.

"Lord Admiral," greeted the man as he rose to his feet and gestured for Fiolette to join him. He sat on a bench that faced the viewport. "I am Rarr'ivouw'darkes, but you may call me Rivouw."

She nodded in acknowledgment and proceeded to take her seat on the bench. "Thank you Rivouw."

There was a silence between them as his crimson eyes looked out onto the stars as the station's docking arm extended to meet with a large freighter. Fiolette took a moment to exaimine his posture and noticed that he seemed relaxed. She shifted her attention from Rivouw to the view itself, Vjun offered a beautiful gaze from up here. It gave her a moment to reflect on recent events a hand to the portion of her abdomen that had recently healed. A reminder to how precious life was no mattter who you were. "It occurs to the Assembly that you are more fragile that you seem," he said matter-of-factly, still facing the viewport. "We cannot afford for you take such reckless actions."

"If you're here to rebuke me for such you may save it for another day."

"Hardly, we wish to ask for perminance among the Sith Empire. We wish to do more, be more - your fragility reminded us of our vulnerable positions. We are grateful to the Galidraani for taking us in so long ago, we will continue to serve the crown - but..."

"You wish to do more?"

He simply nodded.

"I see."

 

[Tehkyram]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=08GDrXlHTP0​

Objective: Begin your life's work.
Allies: N/A

As Tehkyram trudged through the desolate and barren surface of Vijun, he took note of his surroundings. The air was dry and harsh up against his exposed skin. The ground was an arid abyss of brown sand and rock. The sun was blocked by a grey haze of smog and clouds. This was truly a dead world, a planet of miasma. He was right to come here, he decided. This was a good place to start.

Most of what Tehkyram carried in his knapsack were necessities. Food, water, and a means of contacting the shuttle which had dropped him off. Yet his also had brought more important items: Ink, a stylus, and several sheets of vellum. It would be on Vjun where Tehkyram would begin his career as Death's Poet.

For the most part, he let his mind wander as much as his body. He thought about death, decay, and oblivion. He thought about the ultimate power death held over life, and the inevitability of expiration and extinction. He thought about all the fascinating words he had learned in his time as a Sith in so many tongues. He could not only read, he could write as well. He thought of his power to kill, his expertise in exerting the power of death over existence.

And so as Tehkyram wandered, he would sometimes stop at wherever all of these thoughts converged. He would take his writing materials and compose a poem wherein he articulated his thoughts on life, death, war, suffering, and the Sith. The words slowly began to spill out of him onto the pages, as the poems began to pile up in number. For the first time in his life, Tehkyram had truly found his voice.

 

[Lark]

Location: Bast Castle
Objective: Eliminate the heathens
Allies nearby: [member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Darth Banshee"] [member="Kyrel Ren"] [member="Kahlil Zambrano"]
Enemies Nearby: [member="Riamah"]

While the Dark Lord and his personal troops breached into the castle, Lark began formulating a plan of his own. His mind whirled with twisted ideas and dark thoughts, nefarious plans that would make most sane men quiver in permanent trauma. Looking towards the Necronomicon chained to his hip, he understood that the possibilities laid before him were nearly endless. Once I master you, there will be nothing stopping me from achieving my goals.

Other troops pushed into the Castle through the front, beating against the frontal force of the heretics inside. Some might say that the blasphemers died bravely, but their ruination would be so complete that not a single modicum of martyrdom would ever be attributed to them. As Lark made him way into a courtyard in front of the temple, leading a small number of Sith soldiers, they came across a dozen or so survivors of the conflict out front, tending to their wounds. They were bloody and beaten, without much fight left in them. "Restrain them," Lark commanded.

The soldiers obeyed, although Lark could sense the confusion in some of their postures. Lord Carnifex had ordered for the eradication of all the heretics after all. But Lark had something a bit more depraved in mind. He unchained the Necronomicon from his hip, and as he opened those primeval pages the aura surrounding him shifted. It became more appalling, noxious, like there was some unseen presence that made the area around Lark seem inherently wrong. The heretics writhed in discomfort, even the Sith soldiers seemed uneasy. "When I give the order, slit these poor fool's throats."

Lark began reading the script of the Necronomicon, chanting maddening words whose meaning was nearly incomprehensible. He turned the fleshly pages, reciting the eldritch writing aloud, preparing for the blood sacrifice to be made. Towards the end of the recitation he nodded towards the commander, and the throats of a dozen heretics were cut open simultaneously. Geysers of blood erupted onto the courtyard as the Sith sawed into the flesh of the heathens, the ground was covered in a gory soup. We need more, Lark thought. He reached out with the Force and grabbed the hair of the dying heretics, and pulled back as hard as he could. Blood gushed from the heretics like a waterfall, only a bit of skin and muscle kept their heads attached to their bodies.

And from the fountain of blood left in the wake of the execution hellish beasts emerged. Over half a dozen Warghests crawled out of the scarlet pool, completely bound to Lark's will. The Dark Lord wanted these heretics extinguished, and Lark along with these beastly hounds would help see the job done.

Lark entered Bast Castle, the former abode of Lord Vader, flanked by wolves on each side. The beasts ripped flesh from skin with ease, devouring the heretics alive. Gnawed bone littered the halls, the pitiful screams of cultists echoed through the castle as they were torn apart. Lark waded through the carnage, watching it all with unfeeling eyes.

When Lark was done, nothing would remain of the heretics to burn.

 

[Kahlil Noble]

Kahlil only narrowed his eyes in response to [member="Riamah"] 's challenge. Already his Father's forces were bearing down on the castle, taking their prisoners to be executed. What's more, he sensed [member="Lark"] activate the power of his artifact. A smile crept over his face in response to it. His ally was growing steadily stronger. But his focus needed to be on the connection to the Jedi Master Dragonsflame.

He again raised his hand, letting loose a torrent of lighting for the ex Sith. "You're trapped in here. The only fate you have now is death, unless you submit."

 

[Riamah]

Location: Vjun, Bast Castle
Objective: Escape

Alarms within the Castle were going off. What greeting the intruders were getting, Ra had no idea of. All of her people had left and the randoms of Vjun had started to move in. These people they were killing and capturing had nothing to do with the Dark Hand.

A barrier went up around her body and intercepted the lightning Kahlil sent in her direction. She was going to have to learn some other way to keep from getting hit and electrified some day. Today was not that day though.

"I would rather die than surrender. Neither is going to happen."

Sending a focused Force Push at him in an attempt to knock him off his feet, she would again try to get out of the window that had just been destroyed.

 

[Lyra Vaal]

Unknowing of how the battle was going above, the group of Sith Legion soldiers had continued through the base of the canyon in search of a way to cease the barricade. It was the hope of the unit that the battle was going well above them, the sounds of the pounding artillery muffled by the sheer edges of the canyon itself, creating almost a second world to the whole situation. An uncomfortable world of darkness.

“Energy readings are peaking.” Adran said from his position close to the Legate and company Captain, the special forces unit having better equipment then the average legion soldier to detect such things. “Definitely some form of power source or….something up ahead.” The words sent everybody into alert, Vestara even taking the hilt of her lightsaber from her belt to be ready if the need arose.

However as they came around a corner in the canyon they were not met with hostiles or a threat at all, they instead found a large cave entrance, glowing blue with artificial light. The sound of ancient motors running in perfect unison, giving a strange feeling to the already electrified air.
“I assume that would be our shield generator.” Vestara spoke, getting a nod from the Captain. “Well we know our objective.”

Several minutes passed as Grey Company and their Special Forces allies went about their work, setting detonator charges to the machinery that was powering the obstruction above them. After falling back the charges were triggered and a sizeable piece of the cliff-face above sunk as its foundations were blasted away from beneath them.

Above a frazzling electrical sound filled the air, before a shimmering light flashed and then the artillery strikes that had been hitting the shield began to impact hard against the castle itself. The Sith had managed to break into the fortress, their would be no respite.

 

[Darth Prazutis]

It was quiet until it wasn't.

The Sith Lord and his hulking cohorts were moving carefully down the halls past autoturrets and the occasional patrolling wardroid. Even in their ancient state the droids were cutting edge for their time and still deadly adversaries, they belonged to a dark side researcher after all. But quite suddenly an alarm rang out down the halls as turrets deployed from their positions aiming not at the cloaked figures but down the hall past them. While Prazutis was invisible through the cloaking device he certainly was visible through the force a swirling mass of pure darkness. The droids were not attuned to it at least on the upper levels. A figure emerged far ahead of them in the long hallway coming from the bedrooms as laser fire struck the walls, a mixture of the droids chasing him and the autoturrets taking pot shots as he passed. The young man didn't radiate the light or the dark in either capacity and through reaching out he could feel the boy was uninitiated, yet even with the potential of the force his untrained senses informed him of the cloaked titan, who made a decision on what to do about his predicament.

Spare him.

The cloaking technology deactivated revealing Darth Prazutis encased in a set of massive plate armor that made him even taller eclipsing nine feet. He thrusted out a hand towards the youth and gripped two of the war droids that shifted into view with telekinetic energy, swiftly crushing them. All of a sudden the entire retinue of hulking Dashade appeared and a firestorm erupted. The entire group was soon encased in the bubble of a shield generator. The assault team shifted while dashade with cannons fired outward taking out auto turrets and sending droids crashing to the ground in piles of blackened, burned metal. "I am the one saving you from your own mistakes boy, breaking into the estate of such a potent, crazed individual unprepared." The Sith Lord said as he activated one of his long crimson lightsabers he stepped out of the shield bubble and threw it down the hall, the blade spun in a rapid circle destroying every turret along its path. It zipped back to his hand afterwards.

"I am here for a very specific reason, and if you wish to remain alive you will do as you are told and stay close the defenses of the estate are quite formidable." The Shadow Hand said as he moved down the hall blade twirling in the air to deflect bolts back towards the encroaching droids at the far end. The Shadow Killers moved at a slower base after him taking out the attacking defenses from behind them. Prazutis stopped halfway down the hall at a blast door that blocked the path and struck out violently, the door effortlessly gave way before him like it wasn't even there. It was another shorter hallway honeycombed with doors that led to a dead end at the far back, it connected to the security hub. As he passed in the entire force slowly followed moving down the hallway. The Dashade moved down the hallway towards the security hub, one of them plugging into the terminal.

"Stand your ground. They will come for us hard."

[member="Jaeson Starchaser"]

 

[Fiolette Fortan]

Vjun

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Vjun System
Testing the New Station

Rivouw's hood now pooled around his shoulders, his crimson eyes reflected in the viewport. "We no longer wish to wear these disguises, we want to be seen for who we are to let Galidraan know that we exist." That the Chiss existed there on Galidraan, but there were so much more than just Chiss who wore these disguises. Fiolette listened to him, as he went on to elaborate. "We are grateful that your family has aided us thus far, but we wish to help the Empire just as well." He turned to meet Fiolette's gaze, pale skinned, blue eyes and red hair that had been dyed. She looked little like her forebearers and yet the same strength and determination to do the right thing ran through her veins just as it had through the Fortan family of that era.

"I shall do what I can Rivouw, but know that my position is limited. I bear no real powers on Galidraan, worse I've been disowned by my family and cannot use their name to my advantage." Would Natasi be of assistance? Fiolette doubted that not for who Natasi was but simply because the woman wouldn't have time, but she knew more of the cadet branches as it were. Members of the Fortan family who no longer bore the name but still held sway within Galidraan's political parties. "And, please, know that I more than anyone am grateful to the Shrouded Assembly, trust that."

He only gave her a nod of acknowledgment before draping the hood back up and over his azure features and dark hair. It was the Shrouded Assembly who aided Fiolette in escaping her bonds of matrimony all those years ago. They found the lawyer who would fight her case, Rivouw rose to his feet and looked at her. Fiolette stood to meet his gaze and looked down to see that he offered a hand. Fiolette took this and clasped her own hand against his, "change is never fast, but I assure you that your cause will not be forgotten, Rivouw."

"Thank you, Fiolette."

The man withdrew his hand and departed the alcove and Fiolette stood there a moment with her thoughts. She shifted her attention back toward the viewport as ships moved past the station. It had been a long road not just for the Shrouded Assembly but for Fiolette as well, but she felt in her heart that the time had come. Time to use the position of power that she did have to help them, an exiled group of Chiss who wandered the galaxy for a place to call home. A recently elevated family who saw themselves in the Chiss's plight and helped resettle them on Galidraan. They didn't have to - there was nothing in it for them, but in the records it was written. They had faith that one day the favor would be repaid and that their compassion would not have been in vein. A scoff of disblief, that Fortan family was not the one who raised her - so much of their values had been transformed.

Well.

It was high time to retake those values, but not as the Fortan family.

The Raafs.

She closed her eyes a moment as the chorus of rewashed air filtered through the station. Through rain and fire, it seemed that the line had withstood the test of time - going where their hearts would take them. It was as her eyes opened up to the sight of the stars twinkling in the void that Fiolette was assured. Her decision to marry Taeli had been, perhaps, one of the best decisions she had made yet. "Faith of the heart," she whispered to no one and then she heard the unmistakble sound of Walzer's heavy footsteps.

A smile as she turned on her heels and exited the alcove. "Walzer, I see you've found the Armada's officers."

"Indeed I have, may I introduce to you Captain Aermoira Cyone who has been appointed as commanding officer of the station."

Fiolette focused on the Captain and saluted the woman before extending her hand, "a pleasure to see you again, Captain." Aermoira had been a member of the First Order's navy and her fate had been unknown to Fiolette, until today. "Tell me, how are you about getting another Constellation?"

"I would love nothing more, Admiral." Aermoira sounded just as pleased as Fiolette did to see another familiar face about. "In fact, I was thinking about calling this station just that."

"I like it, I like it a lot actually." Fiolette beamed as the two fell in step with one another walking the outer rotunda together.

 

[Kahlil Noble]

With a frown Kahlil brought up his hand, solidifying a barrier to catch [member="Riamah"] 's push to keep him from going over. Though the process only allowed him to watch her leap out the window and disappear from view. A shame. It seems next time he'd have to have someone else there to assist, less his target just up and escapes as this one had. Ah well, at least she couldn't halt the army in some way as they carved through the temple.

The masked Sith turned from the window, walking back over to the charred body of Vincent, tilting his head. "You, though. I might have some use for you."

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Objective: 1

Kyrel found himself admiring the Dark Lord, who had somehow commanded armies with his mere presence, and while the Supreme Leader had done the same within the First Order, The Emperor possessed far greater brutality than that of the Ren. It was something while Kyrel had his own methods influenced by that of Lord Vader, he was not Sith. He did not practice their philosophy and thus did not believe in the code of constantly fighting for power, for ambition. Yet the Master of Ren did possess a desire of power not for himself, or at least that's what he told himself. But what he did tell himself was to gain power to see the First Order, an Imperial Power with direct heritage to that of the Old Galactic Empire to see them claim their rightful place in the galaxy. To which he didn't know if such things were possible.

Now he watched, as the Emperor led his Guard to which Kyrel followed, along beside the Sith Lady. To which he could feel her in his mind, and he almost made it known that he wanted nothing more than to crush the very life from her. For the Ren and Sith were allies, perhaps part of the same family tree... He did not forget the Ren emerged from the collapse of the One Sith, until the Sith reemerged they were the ones to be strong, stronger than the likes of the Sith. Yet he dare not act on his anger especially in the presence of the Sith Emperor, and remained still. Watching as the shield collapsed around the Castle, and while the front door was an option. The Sith Emperor had other ideas.

Detonation charges ignited, opening a path through the grimy sewers. They would be undetected going along this path of course. Climbing inside, he clutched Vader's Bane in one hand, and watched as the Emperor's Vanguard slowly started to advance. "This is a maze, although I suppose the front door wasn't an option. This has to lead to somewhere." The Enforcer of Ren said aloud as they started to walk to whatever path may be beyond.

[member="Darth Carnifex"]
[member="Darth Banshee"]

 

[Jaeson Starchaser]

Mysteries of Château Malreaux
Staring Jaeson Starchaser & [member="Darth Prazutis"]
"Listen Mr. Giant Sith..."

"Listen Mr. Giant Sith, I am a looter. I am here to get loot and a good job I was doing too!" Jaeson said as the man hurled his saber down the hall slicing several turrets. Turning Jae watched the warriors advance down the hall and listened to the man. He tightened the grip on his haversack and followed in the wake of the gigantic sith bobbing around behind with his blaster drawn prepared to use the mountain of a man as cover should the need arise.

At least he was being spared, stories he'd heard about the Sith he was half expecting to be attacked and tossed around like a ragdoll with the force. The youth fell in line with the Sith and his bodyguard as they started down the hallway. From the general layout and honeycomb maze of doorways he got the impression that they were moving towards something important, security control center or perhaps a vault. His mouth was practically salivating at the possibility.

Despite being grateful that he wasn't being made into a human pinball Jaeson still didn't appreciate his situation. "Besides I was doing just fine before you showed up. No turrets activated, no patrolling war droids of dubious origins." Dubious was right. While ancient in their own right they seemed to postdate the construction of the facility. This of course coincided with Jae's previous thoughts of secondary habitation at some point in the manors history. There was a paper to be written here on the migration to Sith Ruins. Not that he'd write it having recently been suspended from the University of Rudrig. How was he supposed to know the site was considered holy? Besides a boy had to eat and those artifacts were worth money to collectors.

"But noooo," Jaeson had to push his luck, "you show up with your army trampling around this important heritage site looking for force knows what causing a ruckus and activating all the defenses this place has to offer. Despite your little cloak trick you have the subtlety of a... I donno.. a Bantha." Jaeson took up a position behind the large man learning around his girth with his blaster pointed to the door prepared for the onslaught. "Have you even seen yourself? Can you even fit through doors?"

It was at this moment the attack began. Droids came tumbling, walking, flying, and crawling out of every conceivable nook and cranny. With a steady hand Jaeson shot a few times down the hall felling what he could as he backed a little away from the Sith giving him room to spin around with his lightsaber should the need arise. Jaeson was tempted to reach for his own violet blade but resisted for a moment. "What in feth's name are you looking for here anyways? All the darkside artifacts have probably already been looted centuries ago." Another burst from his pistol echoed down the hall.

 

[Darth Banshee]

Allies: [member="Kahlil Zambrano"] [member="Kyrel Ren"] [member="Darth Carnifex"]
Enemies: [member="Riamah"] well I think
Equipment: Armour, Lightsaber, Healing Amulet
Objective: Clearing out hertics

The emperor gave the signal, then she as well as her soldiers, began the march towards the fortress. As they marched he felt him, the knight of ren wanting to crush the life out of her. She smiled, if he tried she would crush his testicles, it would not be the first time or the last time she had done that. Though she did think it was sweet, he was thinking about her. As they marched closer to the fort, she her men began to pick up the blade. He got his blade out, she thought it may have been one Darth Vader's blades. As they marched towards the sewer, she decide to give him a quick kiss for luck. Then she adorned her helmet, and started breath control. She did not want to use her air tanks, as they made be needed later. At the same time, sewers smelt bad, and other things smelt down their. Her and troops began pouring down their, the enemy was on the run. She met with little resistance, as those that did stand found a particle shot in the head.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Objective III - BYOO
Lead an Occupation of Bitter End

As the Sith transports landed in the city center, she could feel the utter sense of wrongness that hung over the area. The sickness of the mind had created a focal point in the Force, not exactly a nexus, but the city oozed the corruptive energies of the dark side even now. Perhaps that was why, as the Lady of Secrets disembarked with her soldiers, the citizen that watched had that wan look about them. It was the eyes mainly for her, that haunted expression within them that spoke of restless nights and nightmares and strange troubling dreams.

Madness still held a firm hold on this city.

A few guards hastily approached, adjusting tunics and blasters as they tried to form some sort of honor guard. From among them, a portly man with a magnificent mustache strode forward. Gaudy rings adorned his fingers, but she could sense the weavings around one. The man had protected himself from the maddening aura emanating from the city. How clever of him, and he had used his whole mind to rise to leadership of the city apparently.

"My Lady, we were not expecting your presence," the man exclaimed. "Vilu Korreax, the humble governor of Bitter End."

"Hard to miss a fleet of Star Destroyers in orbit," she replied haughtily. "Vjun is now under the Sith Empire, and that includes this city. More of my men will be arriving shortly to secure the rest of the city."

"I assure you..."

"Darth Arcanix," she interrupted icily, "and I can assure you, it is necessary. Now, we can discuss further in your offices or... I can discuss them with your replacement."

"Right this way, my Lady," Korreax replied nervously.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

"The castle holds many secrets, many twists and turns. The Legion will assault the front gates, distracting whatever resistance we may encounter while we scale the less traveled maintenance routes."

Already the Blackblades were dispersing to secure the various maintenance hatches, accessways, and other means of moving about the dark underbelly of Bast Castle. The sounds of artillery fire and high-grade explosives could be heard as the walls of Bast Castle shuddered with each bombardment, sending clouds of dust raining down upon the Sith and their Ren ally. However, the walls held firm and they had no fear of sections of the castle collapsing down around their head.

As they forged on through the castle, they encountered many maintenance halls and dizzyingly high control rooms and shield projection facilities. While the Blackblades were forced to use ascension cables to manage the steep ascent, the Sith Emperor needed no such tool and merely climbed the metal walls with the aid of the Force.

At the top of the shield projector conduit was an accessway leading to the upper castle, where the majority of the residential suites and other facilities once used by the Dark Lord Vader resided. No doubt, if there were any lingering heretics lurking within the castle, they would be directly above the Emperor and his cohorts. "We're nearly at the top, one last push and they will not be able to stop us from taking the castle. Let the Guard lead the way." Despite his words, the Emperor would use his lightsaber to cut a significant hole in the ceiling above them, large enough for multiple soldiers and eventually the Emperor and his companions to haul themselves up into the castle proper.

The final incision was made, the thick metal collapsed and clanged at their feet, and then the Blackblades clambered up into the chamber.

[member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Darth Banshee"]​

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Between him and the Sith witch, it was a mental back and forth. No doubt he would make a move if the Emperor was not here himself, yet he ceased all contact from the lady's mind preferring not to go into another set of mental gymnastics and animosity that was silently there, feeling the woman's lips upon his helmet, he silently wished to end her life already, if not impale her upon his own blade. For Kyrel he was a Ren, and he had stuck closely to such teachings, whether he was seen as perhaps another Sith, or a Dark Jedi. None of which mattered to him. Now all he did was watch as the Emperor's guard set forth from the tunnels of the grimy sewers, slowly making their way into the depths of the castle itself.

Kyrel followed closely behind, the hilt of Vader's Bane clutched within his very grip, as they passed through rooms of all sorts, from rooms that are fitted for maintenance, to rooms that seemed as if they were fitted to train Dark Side adepts perhaps. Signs showed that it was indeed Vader's Fortress, with the symbols of the Imperial Remnant adorned, the Enforcer of Ren tried to hide the anger he felt when Admiral Tanomas Graf defected with a sizable amount of First Order forces, and so looked forward to the day when he would be the one to have his revenge.

Perhaps one sight that intrigued him the most when passing through the dimly lit halls of the castle, was the ruins of a fallen statue. The face of Vader.. He felt anger, perhaps righteous fury at those that dare mock, much less destroy a statue of Lord Vader, for he was a God, a Legend even amongst the Ren, and perhaps was the reason for the Ren's creation and being a new breed different from the Sith. Yet he did not speak of it, as he continued to follow Carnifex. The slightest hints of Resistance nowhere to be found as they made their way slowly towards Vader's Chamber... Silent and deadly as the night. Ready for what would come before them. "What will become of this place Lord Carnifex?" He finally spoke to the Emperor curious of what his grand plans were for such a fortress.

[member="Darth Carnifex"]
[member="Darth Banshee"]