The Throne Room [One Sith]

[Soeht]

In the throne room, Darth Junra stood in front of a massive window. Just before her was the skyline of Coruscant. The sun began to set in the far distance.

Earlier, she and several others had been called to the throne room by the Emperor. At this very moment, Darth Junra stood where she did and looked out the window. The Emperor sat upon his throne.

The Voice and Apprentice o the Dark Lord remained in thought. She had not personally seen the Dark Lord in a long amount of time - not since the attack on Coruscant by the Protectorate. With a tremendous amount of change coming to the One Sith, it was reasonable for the two to discuss how to lay out the future of the Dark Lord’s empire.

 

[J3C0]

The Dark Lord sat in his throne.​

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His power, as always, was nearly overwhelming. His strength radiated out from him in the center of the room making it difficult to even breath. His huge bug eyes contrasted with his red face, and the yellow lines on his skin seemed to stick out more than ever. The Voss appeared more pale than usual, and some of the glow had come from his eyes.​

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The usual look of calm was gone from his face, replaced by a snarl.​

His voice was a boom, an echo that cried out through the minds of everyone present.​

 

[Soeht]

As the Dark Lord’s voice rang throughout the room, Darth Junra silently listened and hardly budged. Just after the Dark Lord finished his statement, she took several seconds of silence. Her thoughts remained her own during the time.

Nearly ten seconds after the Dark Lord asked his question, Darth Junra turned her head around to look at him from the corner of her eye. Her eyes looked toward the ground at his feet. She had a solemn expression.

“Enemies surround the Empire,” she claimed, “Progress would slow when attention has to be divided. There is much to do, yet few to delegate to or willing to accept the responsibility.”

 

[J3C0]

The Dark Lord's visage grew black with hatred. His eyes seemed to take on a new fire. His fist crashed down onto the arm of the throne, a loud boom thundering throughout the room.​

Hair began to stand up, consciousness began to blur, and the Dark Lords Rage was made known.​

His words rang throughout the ethos.​

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

Meet the Emperor? Kezeroth could not deny the chance, To see the Emperor and feel his Presance would be a experience that he would need in order to take his revenge. The Few knew his true plans, Destroy the Sith. His Torture of Long ago would not be easily forgotten... He was Kezeroth the Hateful, His title earned by his massive hatred for the pain they caused long ago. Kezeroths thoughts were filled with hate, Just from the lower levels he could feel the Darkside Energy that originated from the Throne room. This was one of the main reasons he joined his enemy. The Darkside aura succeed the Darkside presence that he worked so hard to create in the Coruscant Undercity through Vile and foul means. The Gen'Dai held a raw connection to the Darkside that when felt made most Sith knights and SithLords eye him as if he was a Wild Bloodlusting animal and now Kezeroth found himself looking up toward the Throne room feeling the same thing.... And he Admired it!

Making his way to the Elevator he entered and growled at the guards, They eyed him and Sent Kezeroth up. Higher and Higher the Gen'Dai could feel more and more of the Darkside, The feeling it gave him was extravagant. He had never felt a stronger raw Presence. His thoughts turned and he pondered.

- Does he know of me? Does he know what I have Accomplished in the Darksides Name?- Kezeroth Crossed his arms and snarled. The Elevator door opened and Kezeroth found himself glancing at a Voss? The Gen'Dai was expecting, expecting anything but a Voss really but his species did not matter. What did was the Darkside and its power, which Kezeroth took the chance to bathe in. With Kezeroths Glance he captured the details that the Emperor held much Darkside degradation and was deathly pale, It seem the Emperor and Kezeroth shared those traits.

Now on to the part he hated.. Bowing. Kezeroth never liked bowed to any sentient no matter how much power they held over him. Looking down to the Side Kezeroth Approached and paused, you could see it in his Sulfuric colored eyes that he struggled with the action but never the less he eventually took a Kneel. First Darth Praelior now the Emperor, Kezeroth noted in his head not to make his a pattern. Unless it was the Darkside itself in front of him, He would never not bow willingly.

He spoke no words but only radiated his own power instead.

@Darth Mierin | [member="Darth Junra"]

 

[Soeht]

As the Dark Lord’s fist slammed against the arm of his throne, Darth Junra’s eyes twitched. She then turned fully toward the Dark Lord. She lowered her head and placed her right hand over her heart.

“I am sorry to disappoint, Master,” Darth Junra said.

It took her several seconds before she straightened herself once again. Her eyes continued to look at the Dark Lord’s Voss form. She focused on his inhuman eyes and noted every detail. Her eyes only moved just to glance over to [member="Kezeroth the Hateful"]’s entrance to the Throne Room. She returned her full attention back to the Emperor after Kezeroth bowed.

“Which would you prefer me to destroy first?” sincerely asked Darth Junra, “I believe we can hold off two and destroy one at a time in a very quick manner. I think we could even cut off the Republic’s supplies at Manaan.”

 

[Hailey Sosis]

Harley came into the thrown room, with some other acolytes. She was to Bask in the dark lords power, she was unsure what they meant by this till she did. He was indeed strong, so strong it almost overwhelmed her. As acolytes were unimportant until they have proved themselves, she and the others were escorted to back of the room. She followed the others, and sat down crossed legged. She unsure of why the academy was summoned here, but she had no doubt they would be told at some point.

 

[J3C0]

The Dark Lord clenched his fist, and the room seemed to rumble.​

He noticed those coming into the throne room, his eyes glazing over them for a few seconds before his attention returned to Daella, the only one who he directly spoke to, though his voice would ring and resound within the minds of everyone within the room, Master, or apprentice.​

 

[Reverance]

Water flowed downhill. Down the mountain, through the plains, even in bogs and wetlands, water flowed down. Back to the source, the ocean from which it originated. The force was no different, sithlings and Sith Lords alike would congregate at the display of such immense power, such overwhelming capacity. Capacity to illicit change, to coerce the fabrics of the universe to bend to your will. While Gabriel was something of an interpreter, a distraction at best, this being was something more. A manipulator to the core and the potency to deliver. The air curdled around the Voss of immense magnitude, the Arkanian hybrid gazed around the room, tasting the influence and the crushing stagnation of the air within the chamber.

Slow paced, the Sith Lord made no true apparent move to meet the Dark Lord of the Sith. He wasn't here for that, to bend before the Lord as if some pawn moved as his leisure. No, on the field of battle, he already moved like a piece gripped tightly within the Dark Lords fingers. Even as he pulled life from those deserved in pursuit of the One Sith's mission, he could fill the choking nature around his neck, the relationship he had with the man upstairs was something he struggled against. Instead, he merely walked to one of the view screens, a shielding system that allowed him to look out into the emptiness of space. There were very few who could entertain Gabriels attention in such ways. One was here, another he knew on Annaj, one he still considered even in her absence. Blood drawn from thing bloodied. And yet, while one required initial introduction, the other needed nothing of the sort. This being, this nexus, was something that caused hairs to stand on end. And he couldn't help but smile as he looked down upon his forearm, the cloth armor weave pulled back in display, before turning his crimson view into tenebrous once more. 1 star, 2 star, 3 stars, 4.

Everything was still, darkness enveloped the chamber as another Sith Lord spoke to the man in charge. Gabriel was relatively carefree in what some would consider an oppressive and combative aura. Against such feelings, his own anger and hatred and immense distaste for thing provided a buffer that flowed freely from him. A fence, allowing him to breath easy when otherwise incapable.

[member="Valerie Vizsla"]|[member="Darth Junra"]

 

[Soeht]

As the Dark Lord spoke, Darth Junra eyed the growing amount of people within the throne room. She stood tall as the room rumbled. Once again, she spent several seconds in silence. Most likely, it was in thought. She took several short, slow steps toward the Dark Lord.

“You mean to raze the world?” questioned Darth Junra, as if confirming his desire based on what she knew of Darth Krayt’s actions toward Dac.

[member="Valerie Vizsla"]

 

[J3C0]

The Universe seemed to shake​

 

[Soeht]

Again, Darth Junra took several seconds of pause before verbally responding softly with, “I see.”

For those that knew of Darth Junra, she always seemed outspoken about a goal of uniting the galaxy in order. This had been the legendary Darth Krayt’s original goal.

Unfazed though, Darth Junra gazed upon the Dark Lord. Thoughts poured from her mind - providing brief insight to her mind for those nearby. A rare occurrence. Questions violently brewed on the surface. The woman remained well composed, still.

“Do you remember what I told you of Darth Krayt’s holocron?” asked Darth Junra.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

A darkness moved to join the others already present within the throne chamber of the Dark Lord, one that was familiar, violent, and terrible. Darth Vornskr, Lord of the Blackblade Guard and Voice of the Dark Lord of the One Sith, strode into the chamber with a tall and imposing swagger that befit a conqueror and tyrant. He wore a form-fitting suit of simple armorweave draped in flowing zeyd-cloth robes, and covered in ornate jewelry originating from his homeworld of Panatha. His hood was drawn back to reveal the entirety of his facial features, from his thick mane of lengthy ebony hair flecked with aging gray streaks, to his face marred by combat scars and lightning mutilation. His eyes, one very average with an emerald iris and the other so very alien and foreign to the Sith Lord's body with an iris of lilac, bore down on anyone who was within visual range. Some have said that those eyes could stare directly into your soul, but then again those that did were overly dramatic and poetic.

In other words: fools.

The Sith Lord strode to the center of the chamber, and stopped at a respectable distance away from the Dark Lord of the One Sith. He bowed graciously before the malefic Voss Sith, and merely remained silent until he was called upon by the Dark Lord to speak. He would not dare interrupt the rather interesting conversation between the Dark Lord and [member="Darth Junra"], and with that he clasped both of his hands behind his back and merely...

Observed.

 

[Balaya Praelior Zambrano]

The Dark Lord was many things but as Elara stood there at her masters side she watched the first visible tremor go through her master. She might be the largest being there but as they strode in there her master did have news, she had done it she had created something that could bring a planet to its knees and watching all of them now... The ones in there she saw her masters master Vornskr, two apprentices or soemthing she dind't know, the sith master who had fought the Nightmare Child and there was Junra... there was the dangerous dark lord who she bowed to and heard her master speak to. "My lord, I come with news from Widek we have.... birthed a creature I hope is to your liking."

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

His thoughts stirred greatly... I knew that name, Krayt.. Where had he heard it. His thoughts took him back when he as a Slave to the Empire empire of old, The Sith of that era spoke of the name Darth Krayt. He was a powerful monster of a Sith, He heard his name throughout Korriban in Kezeroths slave days but never gazed apon the man himself. The Monsters pain and hate grew and burned as he watched more Sith enter. First came [member="Darth Vornskr"], a sith who played at being a emperor himself.. Kezeroth had no conflict with him and only reguarded him as another Sith Scum. Then came the Witch.. [member="Darth Praelior"]! The woman who sent Kezeroth on tasks of fetch like a dog! His opinion of her was grotesque and dark above all else. With her movements his eyes followed closely and burned like a bright flame.

" Why am I here?...." muttered to himself.

It was then Kezeroth realized that he was not where he should be, He did not belong here.. His goals had become blurred and he had gotten comfortable among his enemies. Looking around he had a look of confusing and pondered why he was here, Why he was on a knee and submitting to some Dark Lord. The Gen'Dais mind for once in its existence of life came to agree on this fact. Shaking his head he rose and returned to the back of the room. Focusing on his current feelings Kezeroths jaw grew stern, it was obvious that something bothered him.

 

[J3C0]

The Dark Lord watched the Zeltron enter, and simply nodded at her. Yet his focus was clearly still on Junra, and his rage was directed at her.​

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[Ire'Rain Sekairo]

CORUSCANT:
The Throne Room: Unknown Time
[member="Darth Vornskr"]

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Here gathered some of the deadliest, the darkest, the craziest. All were here to hear the words of the Dark Lord himself. Or at least most of them came for that reason. Others came because they had no choice. Some wanted to see if a fight would break out. Perhaps one would. That was a common occurence at events like this. Events where the deadliest, the darkest, the craziest came. That had been the downfall of many Sith before. A few great empires had crumbled because to many sought the throne at once. Ire knew better than to try something. She didn't have the power, the wits, or the desire to do so. Those who she came with... she did not know. Zambranos were hard to predict. Truly they were the deadliest, the darkest, the craziest. Which was why House Sekairo had pledged themselves, in all their own insane glory, to the family. Deep within their hearts they believed Kaine to be worthy of the title Dark Lord of the Sith. Ire was here to stand beside her Lord in whatever he came for. Besides the father of her love, the champion of her home, the one known as Darth Vornskr. She did not dare speak. Not a single word was said as she followed him into the room. Without a single noise she stood behind him, arms resting peacefully at her back. Inside her mind she sized up those around her. Yes. They were the deadliest, the darkest, the craziest. Most seemed to radiate power. Three stood out to her. The current Emperor, Kaine, and the Lord of Pain. Of course the first's apprentice had an air of power around her as well. It simply, to Ire, did not matter nearly as much.

Then again... to her, only Vornskr mattered.

 

[Soeht]

Apologetically, Darth Junra replied to the Dark Lord by saying, “I have no intention of giving a lecture.”

With a hand over her chest, she then added, “Or not doing as you say.”

Then, Darth Junra glanced over to [member="Darth Praelior"] - whom the Dark Lord did not address after she brought news from Widek. Darth Junra closed her eyes and gave a shallow bow in greeting the fellow Voice. A bit of hope stretched out from her in that Darth Praelior would forgive the Dark Lord for not replying.

Looking back to the Dark Lord, Darth Junra then asked, “I merely meant to ask if you remembered what the holocron said about the death and rebirth of the galaxy.”

 

[J3C0]

The Dark Lord Stretched slightly, his focus still entirely on Daella.​

A look of impatience appeared upon his face.​

 

[Soeht]

The point. Darth Junra was straight to it. Blunt, possibly more so than what she usually was.

“I want to know your thoughts on it,” she told the Dark Lord.