This! Is! Wroona! | CIS Dominion of Wroona

[Kyyrk]

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Equipment: Rags, Sword​

Objective: Overthrow the Emperor​

Tags: [member="Isadora Lycinius"] [member="Irma Olanthe"] [member="Scherezade deWinter"]​

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Voph paused for a moment, as the sniper sent shot after shot into the guards he'd just demolished. He sighed to himself quietly as the lightning fizzled out from around his fists. He turned back to the balcony, stepping up to rest his hand on the banister. "Wasted shots...all of them." he commented quietly. His brow furrowed as he looked down at the scene below him. The Emperor stood above deWinter, ready to finish her off. And as the rifle beside him bucked under the stress of one final shot, the world slowed. Voph's brow furrowed as he began to mutter, seemingly to himself. Only his intended target could hear him.

"I have heard your pleas, and find them lacking. Pray that you are sent to the depths of the Netherworld, lest the fates send me to finish the job." As the Emperor dropped, Voph turned to look at the sniper beside him. His brow furrowed as she hurriedly packed her things and left in a flash. Voph said nothing, simply turning to watch her retreat, before reaching out with the Force to call a comlink from the belt of one of the nearby guards. He held it up to his mouth as he tuned it to the Confederacy channels. [member="Srina Talon"] was waiting for an update. "Exarch. The Emperor is dead. The mercenary left....something to be desired, but she got the job done. Someone sold her out. Guards knew she was here, and I doubt it was because of her carelessness. But, I suppose it was her own fault for choosing the location she did. We're packing up here. Voph Out."

 

[Isadora Lycinius]

Objective: Overthrow the King​

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Wearing: Light armour underneath a black bomber jacket. Combat boots. Leather Backpack.​

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​Wielding: Verpine Shatter Rifle, DL-44 Pistol (modified), and KC-95 Ace of Spades Blaster, as well as various knives and small explosives.​

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Tags: [member="Kelsie Sylvan"] [member="Voph"] [member="Scherezade deWinter"] [member="Irma Olanthe"]​

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The emperor was dead, the sniper had left, and it seemed there weren't many spear guards or pratorea left in the throne room. Isadora wondered briefly if Scherezade or Voph would get pissy about the final kill being done by the sniper, but was sure they'd sort it out in their own way. Chiming in to [member="Srina Talon"] through the comm, she added, "No Confederate casualties, and his guard has been dealt with too. Isadora, out."

There was one thing left for her to do before she left, however. Slipping away from where Scherezade lay near the fallen emperor, she furtively made her way to the same wooden banister she had stood next to earlier. Hesitating for a moment only, she quickly made up her mind and set her small bag down on the floor. She pulled out what seemed to be a very basic, small cigarette lighter -- compared to the veritable armoury she walked with, it was probably the least dangerous thing she carried. She jammed the switch with a thumb, and a tiny flame lit the top light a candle in what could only be described as a very... anticlimactic moment. Looking around one final time, Isadora threw the flame into the kerosene soaked wooden banister (for of course that was the liquid she had spilled everywhere earlier) and heard rather than saw the flame catch (for she had already slid on her disguise bracelet Scherezade had given her and begun to walk away).

The fire began to crackle behind her, as she strode back into the fray of shouting nobles. She wove in and out of the lords until she had made it to the exit and slipped out.

Taking one final look into the throne room to admire her handiwork, she resolved to apologize to Voph and Scherezade (certainly not the sniper, though)... eventually.

 

[Alwine Daye]

Wearing: Obsidian type Strike Armor | "Executor" Boots Exclusive
Wielding: Obsidian Knight Sword | WindWhisper
Direct Tags: [member="Eternal Wholesomeness"]

Alwine had not been paying attention to what the beasts were doing in the arena, nor did she look too closely at who chose to come into her ring of fire and who preferred to stay outside of it. She was here to offer an alternative solution; but she could not make anyone stop killing beasts. Such gifts were not within her possession.

Yet she was mildly surprised when, after what seemed to last an entire lifetime, she opened her eyes and saw that all of them had decided to come. A small smile appeared on her face; one that, despite her best efforts, did little to contain the pride she felt swelling within her chest in that moment. So often had she seen her peers behave little better than mere animals that she did not have the highest expectations of them. But this... She was more than content. She was genuinely excited.

But it was not the end of it. While the actual beasts were content to leave the ring of fire alone, one creature was not – the abomination. If he ever had been a man, so little of it remained now. And he was marching right towards them.

Alwine frowned. That was no mere beast – there was something in the way the creature moved that gave reason to suspect he was still much sentient, despite what he had been put through. The fire she had created would not deter him.

"Keep the fire going," she ordered her fellow Knights as she swallowed hard, and removed the Knight Obsidian Sword from its sheath on her back, wishing she had Der Kleine with her. Der Kleine was a two meter long sword; it would've given her a much better reach to work with against that monstrous thing, but she had to do with what she had.

Swallowing hard once more, Alwine left the protective ring of fire, intercepting the abomination before he could reach it and do harm to those it protected. She wished she had a bag of seeds with her; kernels that she could grow and use as weapons, given her powers. But no. Instead, she did the only thing she could – she launched at the big brute thing, her sword already moving fast. To the naked eye, she might have seem a blur with how quickly she darted, but to the abomination, it meant nothing. Every attack she gave it, every attempt at stabbing, hitting, or punching, it easily blocked her as though she was little more than a fly. I was infuriating.

And then came the punch she'd expected would successfully land sooner or later. Not on him – but on her. Alwine flew backwards several feet, landing in the sand like a kicked puppy, the whimper escaping her throat against her will. He was moving towards her now, not as fast as he'd blocked her, but slower, almost as though he was savoring the moment.

Alwine didn't have much time. She needed her speed again, but this time she aimed it elsewhere; towards the sands of the arena. Alwine spun around herself, faster and faster, and before long screwdrived straight into the sands. Down she went, meter after meter, before changing her angle so that she'd effectively created an L shape underground.

She waited then, counting the seconds, before the abomination jumped after her, at which point she moved her way upwards, digging a vertical tunnel up towards the sun. But there was no resting for her. As soon as she was out, Alwine moved even faster, locking the tunnels on both ends as quickly as she could.

He was buried beneath the ground now. Oh, he was still alive. She could hear him moving. But he was coming up too. Of course her trap had done little to kill him. But what it gave her, was his slowing down.

Alwine grinned as she felt where he was coming up from. The very sands vibrated and shook with the sounds of his screams as he made his way up, digging his own little vertical up. But when he at last broke loose of the sands, there was no air or freedom for him. Only a five foot seemingly human woman with a sword in hand.

The Lupine stabbed down with the sword. His head was still protected by the helmet, but bit where his neck and shoulder connected were not. Her sword went in like butter, and she pushed down, bringing the entire blade into his insides as well. Blood sprayed and his screams were no longer the powerful screams of a moment ago, but those of agony. And a few seconds later, the abomination was dead.

 

[Eternal Wholesomeness]

The Emperor's burning body laid in a pool of it's own blood in his burning palace. As a large stone statue of the Old King fell, crushing him under the greater ways of old, and he was condemned by the Blind Prophet, the Unholy, Disgusting, Undead Champion of Old, the Abomination Master fell, half buried in the sand. His hands still clutching the unique, yet large weapon as the Gladiators left the arena. His thick, oily blood spurting out of his neck slowly, until it all drained away, staining the rich, blue sands of the arena a dark black, darker than the end of the universe. Then, as all others left, a large figure, cloaked in layers of black robes entered, hefting the great weapon out of the Abomination's hands, walking out of the arena. As the Abomination's touch of his weapon vanished, so did the fire within his gut.​

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The entertainment, sponsored by the Lords and Ladies or Wroona, would draw to a close soon. With most of them causing more disgust to the unfortunate Confederates who drew the short straw, than the combat in the arena below. There was no debating it. The Confederacy waved it's sovereign hexagon proudly as the victorious Gladiators of Wroona. The planet would shortly fall into the hands of a Confederacy supported representative to fill the power void until a proper ruler could be appointed.​

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Confederate Assassins, Gladiators, Informants, and Politicians alike began to fly away from the messy affair of Wroona, far from the clean distract-and-eliminate it had been planned to be. Though many stayed to enjoy the festive nature of the planet.​

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Wroona had been L I B E R A T E D​

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The legacy of the False Emperor had been D E S T R O Y E D​

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Spoiler

[member="Voph"]​

[member="Scherezade deWinter"]​

[member="Irma Olanthe"]​

[member="Isadora Lycinius"]​

[member="Morgan E. Longstreet"]​

[member="Srina Talon"]​

[member="Adron Malvern"]​

[member="Romulus Revnar"]​

[member="Krystal Estain"]​

[member="Roy Americus"]​

[member="Hisashi"]​

[member="Alden Akaran"]​

[member="Kerstan Blackmoore"]​

[member="Alwine Lechner"]​

[member="Vyra Silara"]​

[member="Keira Cerdulan"]​

[member="Daxton Bane"]​

[member="Jari Valnora"]​

[member="Áine"]​

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[Srina Talon]

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Location: Balcony​

Wearing: XoXoXo​

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The report that came through from on the dirty business with the Emperor before Ms. Estain could begin to reply to her less than subtle inquiries. The snowy-haired creature listened through her earpiece while [member="Voph"] first described the ending of the unloved Tyrant. It was better than such a mottled, spoiled soul, ever deserved. The notes on the mercenary was surprising. “Left something to be desired?”, her question was plain. Alluding to the truth of a matter with this Exarch would not due.

She would not be able to reach such subtleties, even if, someone hit her in the face with it.

“Who could have possibly sold her out?”

It was such a petty thing. What price could someone have been paid, more than what the Confederacy paid, to oust one of their own, during a mission? The idea was ludicrous and counterproductive to the lifespan of the perpetrator. “Find the leak, Councilor.”

The Minister of Commerce would pay the bill the mercenary due. If there was a leak, it couldn’t be helped now, but for services rendered, their agreement would be honored. Especially, because the Emperor was dead. A feminine voice chimed in on her comms next. Not [member="Scherezade deWinter"], as she had expected, but another woman. Her voice was softer. Less abrasive. The database in her holo-comm filled in the detail she lacked. [member="Isadora Lycinius"]. “Fine work, Ms. Lycinius.”

“Remove yourselves from the scene.”

No doubt, they would oblige. The fighting in the area was coming to a close. Obviously, the Confederacy was proving superior to the best that Wroona had to offer. From creatures to men, they could not compare with their soldiers, nor could they hold a candle to the beasts they kept within the Arena on Geonosis. The slender creature looked up to the silent Adron and offered him a small smirk. It was tiny. So inestimably small, that he would only know it was there because he could feel it, rather than actually know it existed. “I believe they call this…Check mate.”

Srina pulled from the side of [member="Adron Malvern"] and looked toward the assembled Lords that they’d been assigned to keep track off. Silver eyes held strong while she raised her fingers to her lips and released a shrill whistle. When the eyes of the assembled fell to her form, her expression was deadened, and not unlike that of a fish on ice. “Rejoice. Your Tyrant of an Emperor is dead.”

Some of the Lords stared, shocked, while others seemed to sag in relief. Not all of the spoiled noblemen were damaged, ruined, by their own gluttony. Some of them had been filled with just as much outrage as the people that had cried out for help. This was their chance to retain their power. To retain that which had become important, only, they would be required to do right by their citizens. “One of you…One of you must have a moral bone in your body. Decide amongst yourselves who will lead this nation out of the black cesspool it has become. You have one week to elect a suitable replacement.”

“Should you fail to do so a Viceroy of the Confederacy will be assigned for you. I advise you to choose wisely.”

The Exarch turned from the assembled crown and reached out for [member="Krystal Estain"]. Slender fingers wrapped around the wrist that was free, and Srina pulled her softly, toward the exit. Their work here was done, for now, as Confederate dignitaries would keep an eye on things to ensure the world didn’t crumble with the abrupt loss of its ruling power. “Now. We may go. You will come with me, yes?”

“You have not yet answered my questions.”

If anyone saw the Exarch they would think the behavior…Interesting. She didn’t often reach out to others, save, for those whom she trusted to understand her history. It would be strange that she could deliver threats, dark promises, and in the same breath essentially invite a new friend to tea.

Wroona…Wroona had a long way to go before it would be whole. But, since the Emperor was gone?

It was a start.