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The Young's Ascension

Khantor Ruu

Senator of Shili
Coruscant
The Works​
"It shall be done my Lord." Ultionis said, closing the holo-communicator and with it the small blue image of the hooded Voss Sith. It wasn't every day that an apprentice of the One Sith received a call from their mysterious leader, so the young Togruta knew that this mission was one of utmost importance, one that man might even enjoy. Nazari you fool, I wouldn't have expected this from you, he thought, irritated at the stupidity of the one whom he had at one point, held so much respect for.

Standing on the balcony of the abandoned factory that the Sith had grown to know so well, he looked out at the distant chaos of the corporate sector of Coruscant. Speeder traffic could just be made out as dark dots as the systems sun began it's descent behind the towering buildings that stood out among the flat area of the Works. He could already make out the dome that was the Sneate building, a massive structure that sat above even the most giant of skyscrapers. It was there that his Master, Darth Nazari, had doomed himself, and for that very reason he had to be punished.

Ambassador Trahofta, one of the new rising stars in the Senate, had begun to make plans that would ultimately halt the One Sith's goal of conquering the Republic and the Jedi, something that they couldn't allow to occur. An assassination had been ordered, with Nazari the one to deal the killing blow. Ultionis had to spend days learning about him, analysing his schedule so to pinpoint the exact moment upon hence to strike. However the Sith Lord had not expected the Jedi bodyguards, and was quickly outnumbered, if not for his own intervention his Master would have revealed his true identity, a disastrous rule might have been broken, spelling doom for the secret organisation. Now with the threat averted it was time for punishment to be dealt, one that would benefit the apprentice but not the Master.

Pulling the hood over his red and white montrals, Ultionis waited for the arrival of his wounded Master, wrapping himself in the surrounding shadows. His eyes hovered over an approaching speeder, quickly pushing down the adrenaline he felt begin it's course through his body. The reign of Darth Nazari, the Hand of the Dark Lord, was about to come to an end.

@[member="Darth Nazari"]
 

J3C0

Guest
J
Nazari fell out of a speeder and onto the floor with a loud thud. Black red blood dripped form his side and several gashes on his face stung like nothing he had ever felt before. Slowly the Hand struggled to his feet, pain surging through him as he tried to walk. His ribs bit at him, broken into a thousand pieces. His back burned and became alight with fire as he winced across the floor tiling.

“Apprentice!” He called out to Khantor for aid. He knew that he had made a mistake, he had nearly died, and worse they had nearly drained the knowledge of the One Sith from his skull. The Togruta stumbled slightly as he walked through an entryway, barely catching himself on the wall as pain lurched through him once again. How could this have happened? How could he have fallen so far so fast? He didn't understand. Where was his apprentice! “Apprentice come to me!”

He called out to Khantor again, where was the bloody fool.

Slowly Nazari stumbled into the hall, the secret meeting place where the two Sith ahd so often trained together. The Master of stealth never suspected what was about to happen.
@[member="Khantor Ruu"]
 

Khantor Ruu

Senator of Shili
His Master's call echoed through the empty space, ringing in the Togruta's ears. Such pleasure he felt as the man's anguished gasps were brought the cloaked apprentice, breaking into a jog as he descended the stairs and knelt at his Masters side. Dark blood already surrounded the Sith, looking as though he was swimming in his own life-fluid. It had stained his robes and hands, even the cushioned seat of the speeder clutched onto the red mark of his wounded Master.

"I am here." he said, wrapping his hand around the man, making sure to dig his fingers hungrily into the wound, causing more pain upon the other Togruta. Hiding his grin and the delight he felt at the scene before him, he brought his Master onto his feet, and continued to support him as the shuffled up the staircase, a trail of thick, dark blood patching the rusted steps. Calling upon the Force, he brought a chair over to the pair, before placing the Sith in it, wiping the liquid off his hand and onto his robe.

"Catch your breath Master" he said, listening as the ragged breathing off the Togruta echoed through the hall. "Tell me what happened. Who did this to you?" He only said this out of curiousity, not felling any sympathy or compassion for the man sitting in front of him. He wanted the Togruta to drown in his failure, to know that he failed the Order that he held so dear to his heart.

@[member="Darth Nazari"]
 

J3C0

Guest
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Nazari let out a groan of pain as Khantor dug his fingers into his side. If he had had the strength he would have smacked his apprentice right then and there. Instead however he just took the pain, moved with it and tried to focus on anything else.

A wince ran through him as he was thrown into the chair by his apprentice, a frown on his face as he dug his face into his hands. Slowly he peeled off the mask that covered his face, letting the cloth fall to the ground before him into a heep. For the first time Nazari showed his face to his apprentice, it was broken and beaten, dark black lines circling around montrals and face instead of the usual white, he was an albino.

“I...i failed.” The words were nothing but stammers.

He could hardly believe what had happened. The Jedi Guards had taken him so quickly, they had forced him against the ground and taken his lightsaber. They had used some sort of technique, some light to sever his connection with the force. It had been quick and deadly efficient. “The Jedi...The Jedi took my lightsaber.”

They knew! No...no he had kept the One Sith from them, barely. They had known he was Sith, but nothing beyond that.
@[member="Khantor Ruu"]
 

J3C0

Guest
J
(I got pushed into making the character now. I Still would like to finish this RP though! @[member="Khantor Ruu"])
 

Khantor Ruu

Senator of Shili
Ultionis couldn't help but smile as his Master winced and groaned in pain as he forced words out of his quivering mouth. Hiding his surprise, the Togruta studied the broken, colourful face of the maskless Sith. So this is what he has been hiding underneath that mask, a weak and pitiful creature, he thought, a look of disappointment growing on his face. Cutting him down would be doing the entire organisation a favour, including Nazari. If anyone else had seen him like this, his fearsome reputation would have vanished in an instant. No one would know except the young Togruta, that was unless he wanted to share and destroy the Hand's prestige.

"Oh stop your whimpering," he said, leaking venom and malice into his words, "It isn't very becoming of the Hand of the Dark Lord, you know Nazari." Slowly walking out of the man's vision, he stopped behind the Togruta, resting his gloved hands on his Masters bruised shoulders. He hungrily drunk in the trembling that coursed throughout the Sith's body, closing his eyes as his own hands shook from the tremors. For a time Ultionis had once idolised Nazari, back on Yavin Four he had been eager and excited to learn, hanging on his teachers every word. Perhaps now that the pair had separated, not seen each other for long periods of time, that now the young Sith could see the man he once respected for who he truly was, a weak and pathetic man, one not deserving of the Sith title. A true Sith would have rather died, than be interrogated at the hands of the Jedi, a true assassin would never have been caught. Ultionis had the hard job, infiltrating the Republic, working with the Jedi, the Senator had done the near impossible, yet his Master had failed at a meager assassination.

Digging his nails into the man's shoulders, he bent down so to whisper in Nazari's ear. "The Dark Lord has ordered your death Master." he said, taking a step back from the chair. As violet lightning began to dance along his red fingertips, he let the information sink into the Sith, letting him realise the price of failure before he would end him.

@[member="Darth Shara"]
 

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