Uneasy Lies the Head That Wears a Crown (Subjugation of Korriban, Open to Primeval, Others PM for In

[Zambrano the Starweird]

In moments, something changed within Zambrano as the giant blue thing approached the odd group of people. The massive Hutt was just finished delicately removing an eye with his various tendrils, burning holes surrounding the socket, pulling back the skin with careful precision, using the his vong biot eyes to zoom in microscopically. The weeping screams of the bound slave were ignored, but their was a sick pleasure in separating muscle from optical organs, the blood leaking from their face burned as it mixed with the secrete acids of his hands. The scars on this particular subject, would be almost unlivable... if not for the fate they already had. All of that though, was interrupted by the simple question [member="Javik Quar-Kai"] posed.

With sickening liquid sounds, the tendrils within the slave face slowly pulled out like a hundred worms out of the same apple, and his eyes pulled out of their microscopic zoom, assuming a perfectly yellowed color. Menacing slitted reptilian eyes rolled to peer at the far more massive reptile, and the gastropod croaked out a heavy baritone response, uncharacteristic to his normal speech patterns. It seemed laced heavily with the strong, twisted, labyrinthine darkness of his soul, empowered by the familiarity of this place.

"It would be wise if you knew your place, mortal." A heavy scowl crept over the slug's face, and the black tattoos seemed to deepen with each word, as those corrupted yellow eyes darkened. With a booming resonance, the Warlord continued.

"In this life, you would know me as Zambrano the Hutt, the undisputed Warlord of the Chiloon Rift, Victor of Helska, Victor of Wayland, Victor of Ziost, Riftborne to the Primeval. Let me not speak the profanities of my past, lest your blood be turned to boiled steam."

Immediately after this proclamation, it would appear the Hutt exited from the anger trance, and returned to his exact position prior, to continue his sick exploration upon the other eye of the slave.

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

Javik remained as [member="Zambrano the Hutt"] scorned him with his ranks. The De'Nochsax was too young experience wise to understand what just happened. His speceis expressed anger very differently and the fact that anger was so quick to be realesed more or less confused the massive reptile. << " Mortal? The spirit of my kind lives within the winds that you breathe." >> Javik projected aloud and blinked some. His confusion was great over the Hutt last words spoken. <<" You are suggesting you are a god? You.. Zambrano the Hutt, Warlord of the Chiloon Rift, Victor of Helska, Victor of Wayland and Riftbourne of the Primeval, confuse me. " >> The Massive reptile began to walk around the Pyre slowly in a lumber.

It was clear Javik was not stupid but rather ignorant about the Primeval which was ironic because he was a member of the religious group. Or Perhaps this was all an act and the De'Nochsax was merely playing a very convincing sarcastic act. No one could be sure...

[member="Darth Azurea"]
[member="Animus Malgus"]
[member="Dex Torture"]

 

[Zambrano the Starweird]

Zambrano unblinkingly resumed the much needed ocular surgery of his patient, the wet juices seeping from his head in burning pain, no longer even conscious. It seemed like this slave was beginning to slip away from him, and this was unacceptable! These friends he had just met, they could not leave him so soon, not when they had their surprise so close by!

"Dearest! This one is trying to RUN! Can you stop him, Dearest? Please stop him!" The slave of course was female, but being a hermaphrodite it was difficult for him to tell, especially considering his entirely inhumanoid nature and his total detachment from reality along with its intrinsic relationship with mortality. Of course, the Hutt didn't realize he was killing the slave, but his Jawa apprentice had become far more aware than the debilitated mind of the gastropod who only vaguely understood that subjects seemed to no longer become pliable to him after a certain amount of time, which he perceived as them 'escaping him'. So logically, the Hutt did not want this happen, and pleaded to his apprentice to halt this escape... hoping he would know of some manner to prevent this dreaded event. After all, [member="Mishk"] had become quite the religious zealot, who spoke of things even the Dark One could not comprehend.

The beast, [member="Javik Quar-Kai"], would be left in the dark, to ponder whether or not this maddening demon was truly a god, as the more-than-mortal identity just below the surface issued a subconscious and very sly smile from the Hutts face, to which the exterior personality was not aware of.

 

[Lord Ajihad]

Lord Ajihad, the Demon's Fist, was seemingly the odd one out in the current situation. While it seemed [member="Darth Azurea"] had a whole team of people helping her out, Vi'kas was only Korriban for a totally, completely different reason. Unlike the rest of the Primeval folks, he was here treasure hunting.

In fact, he didn't even know the Primeval were currently near the Eternal Pyre, until he saw their little caravan approaching. They were still a good ways away, but he could certainly tell they were coming for the Pyre.

He lowered the electrobinoculars, and sighed. It always seemed that there was someone out there to barge in on his plans. Currently, he was looking for a secret room hidden within the Eternal Pyre. It was called the Mongrel Altar, a place rumored to contain old Sith scrolls. His sources had informed him the room was hidden behind a mural of King Adas. The problem was, the sides of the pyre were so covered in ash that the original surface was impossible to see, Ajihad had been brushing away at the sides for hours, but had not found the mural yet. He climbed back down I to the structure, hoping to find it before the caravan got there.

 

[Mishk]

Mishk, despite his masters disconcern became very afraid as the huge blue monster stepped forth and questioned them. Initially he though
[member="Zambrano the Hutt"] would throw them into a gruesome battle. That ws what the primevil warlord did best after all.

Trembling and shaking he assembled his swarms of darkness. It empowered him, it shieled him and it made him become one with Dark Ones will.

He sensed the childish joy in them both as veins burst and spluttered a trail of blood upon the pleased features of his master. He shivered with excitement as the squirming pleads for mercy was interpreted as yerning for more in both their minds. Master and apprentice both fully embraced by the darkest of the darkness.
They had no barriers regarding the dark side of the force and on Korriban their spirits were torn and shredded like flailed skin. There was no redemption, no hope of light. There was only deep, pure hate and fear left. But, Mishk did hold a different type of perception and his study of the rift had given him bearing for his actions. There was vauge logic to his otherwise chaotic appearance.

Realizing his master had gone to fr too quickly he leaped up on the belly of his master and dragged the slave to the ground. First he screamed at her to wake up,nthe he slapped her and bit her cheek until blood covered his face.
The anger and hunger helped him. An army of bugs and insects crawled from his mouth, ears and sleves to enter the slaves body, all the time Mishk kept spitting forth the dark blessing of balagoth upon her dying soul.

She twitched and tore herself fighting back. Trying to die. But the evil jawa would not let it happen.
Raising his arms to the sky he loomed over her blind features. A spark from his hands flew forth and struck her.
Then all went silent apart from Mishks dark chants.

The body shook before her last breath left her.
She then stood, eyes torn from her body, jaw dropped in a permanent position. Her belly bleeding dead blood.

"Massster, she will never run again...." he bowed and pointed her toward the black hutt. With a moan she turned, her body no longer her own to command, to limp back into the hutts waiting claws.

[member="Javik Quar-Kai"] [member="Darth Azurea"] [member="Animus Malgus"] [member="Dex Torture"]

 

[Setzi Lunelle]

Darth Azurea turned to the Firrerreo Acolyte and replied, "I've been with the Sith for some time now, and will be knighted soon if you are seeking a Master." There was no reason to tell him that only a couple of months ago she was a Silver Jedi fighting against the Primeval and Sith on Ziost. Her gaze then turned away from [member="Dex Torture"] as the entire group was now centered at the Eternal Pyre. There were some newcomers here, some monsters and unseen company. But since the group was in the Valley of the Dark Lords, Azurea would expect no less. There was a heavy, windless omnipresence here, one that vacuumed up any sense of hope or optimism.

Out of nowhere, a giant monster with six arms approached, towering above the group. His appearance was so startling that, Darth Azurea momentarily wondered if she was experiencing a Sith illusion borne from all of the Valley's dark magic. But no. He was indeed real. Slinking up behind the reptomammal was a wolf-like creature. Was he a familiar of the Blue Prophet or just a hellish Korriban hound?

Suddenly, she saw two familiar figures from her training sessions and missions alike: [member="Animus Malgus"] and [member="Xander Blackmoore"]. The last time that the brunette Acolyte had encountered Lord Blackmoore, they had unexpectedly traded barbs. His comments had raised her hackles as though she were the snarling Korriban hound. "Lord Blackmoore, an unexpected surprise," Darth Azurea said. "It seems that we are no longer at odds, you and I." She gave him a hesitant smile, letting him know that she appreciated the treatment, but hadn't completely forgotten their exchange on the windy hover pad of Taloraan. Perhaps her display of feisty bravery garnered his respect, instead of his disapproval. Either way, having a familiar ally here may come in hand for what she was about to do.

And her actions couldn't come soon enough, as in horror, which she attempted to hide, Azurea watched [member="Zambrano the Hutt"] excavate an eyeball from a female slave, causing the poor human to howl in pain and misery. The reptile prophet kept the foul Hutt occupied, while his jawa apprentice finally jumped on the slave and killed her with an electricity attack.

"ENOUGH!" shouted Darth Azurea, situating herself nearer to the Eternal Pyre, than this accumulation of monsters and Sith Lords, even those known to her. She stepped up on a small ridge near the Pyre to address the crowd of them. Ornate altars and smaller temples loomed behind her.

"No more killing slaves!" she demanded. "First of all, they are reserved for the Pyre." She swallowed and nearly coughed from the smoke swirling up from the nearby heap of burned bodies. Her voice trembling slightly she spoke again:

"Wouldn't it be better if the Pyre was fed slaves who were willing? Willing to die in a blaze of glory for the Sith? To martyr themselves for our cause? These beings are weak and afraid…"

She paused to breath and continued in a louder more commanding voice, enhanced by Force Rage: "Shouldn't we at least consider slaves who are strong and eager to be consumed by the flames of darkness?"

She stared out at the Valley to see who was listening and not maiming slaves or lurching around on reptilian feet. For a brief moment, Darth Azurea thought her gamble may have paid off. All was quiet, until…

"Seize her!" said the red-clad Imperial Guard to the other who was closer to Azurea. The second guard roughly grabbed her down and held her hands behind her back, clearly ready to arrest her for her assumed blasphemy against the Eternal Pyre ritual, and by proxy, against the Sith.

[member="Mishk"] [member="Lord Ajihad"] [member="Javik Quar-Kai"] [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] [member="Naga Itesak"]

 

[Rapax]

Naga was shocked to hear this comeing from [member="Darth Azurea"]. Let the salves willingly set them selves ablaze? only the slaves who have nothing else to live for would willingly do such a thing. Yet the thought of recruteing the strongest of the herd to our cause was a tantalizeing idea one that he would love to personally see too. When he saw the gaurds move to cease her he leapt onto the gaurd the held her and pulled him from her throwing him into the pyre before standing near her teeth and claws out ready to face anyone else whod come to seize her. Despite her hatered towards slavery there was a genius to her method one that Naga knew could benefit the empire in the long run

Mishkhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/8463-mishk/ Lord Ajihad Javik Quar-Kai Darth Pyrrhus

 

[Mythos]

Animus was not against slavery, nor was he against the mass murder of the weak and frail... He was a sith, such things were normal to him however... touching a Knight of the Sith, or Acolyte, a sister of the One Sith. That Animus could not allow. Animus secretly wanted to fight right now, wanted a challenge an enemy of great strength and power to test his skills.

The guards would have to do, Before one could stand next to her Animus left a Bolt of Force lightning Fly from his right hand and smash into the chest of one of the Foolish impudent guards who dared lay a hand on his Sister of the Sith. Writhing in pain and agony, driven back by the force of the blast, the guard reeled back in an impact of force landed into the Pyre, his screams dying out in a puff of smoke.

Animus looked around him entering his battle stance. This is what he wanted, the chance to stretch his muscles and proverbial wings and deal death and destruction to anything and anyone near by. A Soldier came to him, in a rush of fury on to Animus, He raised his hand dropping him to the ground with a powerful force Push, once the man was on the ground he focused on his innard in his stomach and turned his hand into a fist.

With a loud crack his intestines and Ribs were broken. Animus looked at his hand in amazement.... He had grown strong.... more powerful than Any Acolyte he had yet to encounter, feeling the Dark side of the Force flowing within him like Dark Tendrils of Power and Annihilation he unclipped his lightsaber and the blue hum of it's blade struck down three bystanders with a single Slash of his Shi-Cho, The Sarlacc Strike, a Sweeping powerful slash meant to decimate multiple enemies.

Animus Began laughing Maniacally, as he approached in a steady pace The Blue Prophet [member="Javik Quar-Kai"]. This Beast was like nothing he had ever seen, it's imposing size and Booming voice commanded such power that Animus was drawn to it like Fly to Light. Another feeble attempt at his life came in the form of a Sneaky fool with a Vibroblade, Animus turned meeting him with a Blast of lightning. "You dare Strike a Sith while his back is turned?" It's screams of unintelligible words dripping agony and pain but Animus did not relent. The Lighting spewed from his right hand for a few moments more and he would continue until the foolish the Jawa moved no more, Scorched and Blazed his body crackled with energy and electric sparks.... He had grown strong... and he was only getting stronger and stronger. His eyes narrowed and met the Blue Prophet with an Unflinching, unnerving, undaunted gaze of Hatred and Fury searching for a chance... an Excuse to test the Power of this beast.

[member="Darth Azurea"]

 

[Dex Torture]

Such a fatal mistake the imperial guard had made! Buzzing like a hive of murderous bees Dex's saberstaff awoke, its golden glow reflecting off of his skin like a mirror, death reflecting out of his eyes.

The next few seconds replayed as controlled chaos. [member="Naga Itesak"] flung the unsuspecting imperial that grabbed [member="Darth Azurea"] into the pyre and soon another followed by the hands of [member="Animus Malgus"], war had broke out and for now the sacred ceremony hd been halted.

Imperial guards poured into the pyre grounds at an alarming rate, all with weapons drawn, everyone a possible enemy. Dex spun his saberstaff in finessing form across the nearest approaching guard leaving an X shaped slice across his chest garments, while force pushing another away from himself.

"Finally some action!" Dex reverberated as he grabbed the jugulars of the first guard and squeezed until blood sprayed on his face. Battle was were he was most comfortable, slavery didn't interest him but he didn't oppose it either, Death, Power, and Notary was all that mattered.

Using force speed Dex weaved his way through the battlefront, he had to get to Azurea's side by any means. While passing by [member="Zambrano the Hutt"] and apprentice [member="Mishk"] he couldn't help to notice their attention was still locked on the torment of the slaves and ritual, the way Zambrano had spoke to [member="Javik Quar-Kai"] moments prior only affirmed Dex's thoughts earlier that the grotesque slug beckoned an unmeasured amount of dark powers and that mere imperial guards bore no real threat to him.

Quickly phasing in between the battles that had broke out dex happened to pass right between the humanoid Malgus once again approaching the giant blue reptile. The entire world seemed to be moving in slow motion as dex force speed was almost unrivaled but as he passed Malgus they locked eyes and for the tenth of a second that they crossed paths it seemed like the time rift itself paused.

"Who is this guy?", dex asked himself as he continued his path up the plateau where Darth Azurea now stood.

The guards were everywhere now, rivers of blood flowed atop the ground unidentified whether friend or foes. "Looks like you could use a hand" dex joked as he reached out for Azurea's hand, finally making it to her side.

[member="Xander Black"]more

 

[Rapax]

Naga called his sabers to him activating the blades with a twirl snarling at the gaurds that rushed in waiting for them to make a move on him self or his allies he stayed next to Azurea with the intention of letting none touch her or those who sided with her he was ready to ensure that if he where to fall hed take every guard on korriban with him nodding to the young apprentice who recently joined him admiring his combat finesse on his way up here.


[member="Dex Torture"]

 

[Darth Pyrrhus]

A blaster bolt flew over his right shoulder, nearly carving its trajectory path into his exposed rusty red skin. He had no time to concern himself with that one, there were already several more coming. It had been a calculated dodge. Economy of movement had him preserving as much energy as possible and reducing the amount of necessary moves made in order to survive. His crimson blade twirled at a great pace, deflecting or parrying the incoming bolts that he did not dodge. Survival was very much on the agenda; the red bolts that rained heavily down upon him were fired from droids who shot to kill. Their programming wouldn't permit them to disobey orders. It was a good thing these droids were not programmed to feel shame, for they had tried to complete their task for hours.

Darth Pyrrhus was aboard The Revenant, isolated in one of the ship's rooms that he had transformed into a training area. The Force flowed through him, as the Togruta powered by the Dark Side deflected a torrent of incoming blaster bolts. His training purpose was twofold. He remained stationary for the most part, primarily working on his Soresu defence. Secondly, he worked on improving his ability to have the Force enhance his body, and have the Sith Knight reach beyond his physical capabilities. The combination of these two, Soresu and Force Speed, had become a standard ritual after battle. The droids were many, and they shot at him from all angles. He needed to surpass his former self to be able to keep up.

The Shadow-class Reconnaissance corvette had recently left Balmorra. He and Darth Noxia had spent some time there crushing a rebellion. Of course, they had not anticipated a rebellion when they arrived; merely disgruntled politicians. They had not brought the forces to deal with a rebellion, yet the elites of Glee Anselm and Coruscant under the fierce leadership of the two Darths had prevailed. Now he needed to wind down.

He trained to the point of exhaustion, and only then did he deactivate his self-kill squad. Sweat glistened over his toned torso. Next on his agenda was most definitely a long, cold shower. Pyrrhus permitted no interruptions during such tense training sessions, only exceptions being great emergencies (what qualified as such was defined by whoever dared deliver him the message, and the task was not without risk). As such, he did not notice [member="Darth Azurea"]'s message before now. Darth Phokkus summons me, the Togruta frowned. The Togruta had visited Korriban before. He knew Phokkus existed, but not much more beyond that. He reluctantly involved the title 'Darth' when addressing him. The important meeting was no doubt important to Phokkus, but to Pyrrhus, much less so. If not for the sender being Setzi, and her ending it with Please, Tanek? - he would likely not have bothered.

Come to think of it, the use of his real name, and the word "please" made him slightly suspicious. It was odd. Was she in danger? Had Phokkus taken her hostage, and was now using her as a bargaining chip against the rising Togruta Knight? The questions were endless, but realistically, there was only one way to find out. The shower would have to wait. The Togruta pulled on his Sith robes, yet it was kept open, and with no shirts or tunics underneath it was mostly a wasted effort.

"Darth Pyrrhus! We have just dropped out of hyperspace nearby Coruscant. All reports indicate things are as expe-" Pyrrhus had no time for reports now. He already knew from the tone of the Nautolan's voice that everything was as it should be. "Open a line of communication to Korriban. I will speak with Darth Phokkus. Now" and he better kriffing drop whatever he was doing to speak with Pyrrhus. The Revenant was headed back for Glee Anselm, however, due to recent events, instead of taking a direct line, he was using microjumps along the One Sith eastern border. This was to ensure that he could redirect his course and be available to support any unexpected combat situation that arose. Conveniently, this allowed him to change his plans according to situations such as these. "Prepare a course for Korriban. Make the jump as soon as possible." the order to the second officer was met with a simple, no-question Yes sir!

The Massassi Sith was brought into view. His red skin paled in the blue of his holoimage. It did little justice to neither his fierce skin-tone or his sharp, yellow eyes. "Darth Pyrrhus! What an unexpected ple-" "Save it, Phokkus" Darth Pyrrhus had little patience for his toxic sarcasm. "Where is Darth Azurea?" he went straight to business. He cared more about Setzi than he did Phokkus' petty research. "Oh, your pet? I sent her to the Eternal Pyre." the Massassi said with a content smirk, omitting the detail that she was sent on official business, and not as a conquered slave. "What have you done with her?" his words left his mouth very slowly. His tone was as frozen as the dead look in his eyes. The ice cold hatred was barely containable, and the Togruta was like a volcano waiting to burst.

As if to further mock Pyrrhus, Phokkus laughed. "Easy now, little Togruta. You do not want to step out of line when addressing me." The older Sith was much too smug about this exchange. Pyrrhus was barely a second away from snapping, when the Massassi once more opened his mouth. "She is acting on my behalf, taking slaves to the Pyre. They will be sacrificed as is tradition. I don't see why this is any of your concern. Or were you merely checking in to see if she had any further orders for you?" Pyrrhus desperately wished for the day when he could rip that smug grin off the face of the Massassi, but he managed to keep his cool. At least Azurea wasn't in danger. Yet clearly, the other Sith was implying something. "What?" the Togruta took the bait. "She told me she had begun sending away your slaves. Are you taking orders from your apprentice now? It's hard to tell which one is the master, which one holds the leash" Pyrrhus' fists clenched tightly together, to the point where no longer were his knuckles red, but rather, white. His hatred for his fellow Sith burnt hotter that anything he had ever felt before, or so it seemed in that moment. "Do not test me" The fury prevented him from coming up with a snappier retort, all his attention was focused on watching Darth Phokkus slowly die within his mind, over, and over, and over again.

"I think I will test you, Darth Pyrrhus. The Eternal Pyre demands sacrifices. Bring me slaves, and I shall consider letting your reputation remain unsullied. Kazarak Slavers Cooperative has promised me slaves, but have neglected making good on their promise. They have already been paid for. I am sending you their coordinates. See to it that they don't forget who they are dealing with."

Before Pyrrhus could voice his opinion on the matter, the holotransmission was broken. None of the officers and technicians on deck dared to breathe. His fury reached a boiling point within him, where he wanted nothing more than to lash out at any of the Nautolans positioned next to him. Yet, that was not how he operated. They were more useful to him alive than dead. "Gaah!" he roared after the image of Darth Phokkus vanished, causing a crater-like dent to form beneath where Darth Pyrrhus was standing.

After that mild moment of dark rage, he seemed more collected. He still needed an outlet for his fury, however, and he had found his mark. The Massassi had been very unwise to address him in such a manner, and Pyrrhus would show him that one had to be very careful with what one wished for. The Sith Lord had first been introduced to Pyrrhus when he was a freshly minted knight, then going by the name Tanek Santii. Clearly, the memory gave Phokkus a false sense of superiority and complacency. Indeed, the Togruta would redirect his course from Korriban to the coordinates given to him by Phokkus. But what later arrived to Korriban, he imagined his fellow Darth would feel less smug about.

After ordering one of his navigators to plot a course for their new destination, he gave his second order. Already he was on the move, and headed to another of the ship's rooms. "Wake up the prisoners from Balmorra. I need to stab something." It would appear his shower would have to wait even longer.

 

[Lord Ajihad]

As Ajihad was busy brushing at one side of the Pyre he heard commotion from area above. Listening in, he heard [member="Darth Azurea"] say something, obviously upset. After a moment, he heard a guard shout for her arrest. Very quickly after that, it seemed chaos erupted. He heard screaming, and several bodies tumbling into the Pyre. He also heard what sounded like [member="Animus Malgus"] yelling at a guard for hitting him in the back or something. He sighed. All he wanted to do was have some peace while he uncovered a relic. But nooooo, people just had to interrupt.

He wanted to just let things play out, but it seemed like his comrades needed assistance. With strength born from a lifetime of of hard physical conditioning, Ajihad quickly scaled the side wall. He landed right in the middle of a small battle zone. There were bodies strewn about, some of them seemingly nibbled on by [member="Zambrano the Hutt"] . He went relatively unnoticed, save for a single guard. The red-cloaked man charged at him, caught up in the heat of the battle. Apparently, he was somehow an enemy too.

He Judo-tossed the man into the Pyre, where his screaming self was unwillingly added to the burning corpse pile. All the other guards were still to busy fighting to notice him. It seemed there were not many left, due to the slew of Sith that were laying a beating down on them. However, it would still be good to stop the fight before any Sith got hurt. He closed his eyes, reaching out into the guards' minds with the force. He located their "off" switches, and flipped them all simultaneously. The remaining guards dropped to the ground unconscious. Ajihad wiped sweat from his brow. Though he was becoming more proficient at knocking people out, it still managed to wear him down. He turned to Darth Azurea, speaking in his deep voice. "I trust you are unharmed, Lady Azurea?"

 

[Setzi Lunelle]

If Darth Azurea’s heart had not been so cold lately, it would have most certainly been warmed, not the Eternal Pyre which still burned dangerously close by, but the sentiment that her fellow Sith had shown her today in the Valley of the Dark Lords. But like the fire, her passion only ignited for a select few, her Master included. To know that Darth Pyrrhus was on the way would have certainly caused a blazing spark in her soul.

Furthermore, she wasn’t all that sure before today, that her passion burned that brightly for the Sith as an organization. After all she still grieved for the loss of her dead sister, caught in an emotional trap of pain and confusion, unable to find meaning in the smallest of things, much less the dogma of a sect which lusted after warfare – the very thing that killed her sibling.

But today, she began to feel quite differently and oddly at home.

When the wolf-like being lunged, Darth Azurea shrieked, envisioning the three of them tumbling into the Pyre. But the creature wrenched the Imperial Guard away and threw him into the flames instead. His screams could be heard over the roaring fire, which unfortunately caused the other slaves to cry out in fear.

Before she even had time to react, Acolyte Malgus’s hand shot out and a bolt of lightning hit the remaining red-clad guard. He then swiftly attacked some bystanders with his lightsaber and vibrodagger, but no matter now, they were collateral damage. He then set his sights on the Blue Prophet, but his words were clear – no harm would come to any of those who were Sith.

Eyes wide with astonishment, Darth Azurea realized that someone, somewhere had triggered an alarm, and a contingent of Imperial Guards rushed out, if not to arrest each and every one of them, to at least quell the riotous activity. But no sooner than they had arrived than Acolyte Torture sprung at them with his saber ignited, and through both swordplay and the Force, eliminated a few of the rushing guards. When she saw Dex approach, she reached out her hand and pulled him up on the plateau on which she stood. “Thank you,” she said to him. “You’ve proven yourself very worthy today.”

And at Lord Ajihad’s question if she were unharmed, she replied: “I’m fine. Just slightly bruised is all.” It appeared the wolf-creature was a shape-shifter, but even in human form, he stood nearby to pounce on any remaining guards which dared to get close.

At this point, the Imperial Guards were close to retreating. What Zambrano the Hutt and his apprentice’s reaction would be remained to be seen.

And there was still the matter of what to do with the twenty to thirty slaves who were still awaiting their deaths on the Pyre.

[member="Zambrano the Hutt"] [member="Mishk"] [member="Dex Torture"] [member="Animus Malgus"] [member="Lord Ajihad"] [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] [member="Naga Itesak"] [member="Javik Quar-Kai"]

 

[Rapax]

Naga looked to azurea for a moment. This would be the first time since his time amongest the sith that his full face woulda been seen where as he normaly kept his hood over half his face his Blood red eyes with a Cat like slit for pupils looked at her for a moment before returning his gaze to the hut and the others who hadnt joined the battle on the side of the lady. He gripped his sabers tightly ready to attack when ever ordered.


[member="Darth Azurea"]
Zambrano the Hutt Mishk Dex Torture Animus Malgus Lord Ajihad Darth Pyrrhus Javik Quar-Kai

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

As the Lesser beings fought each other Javik could only sit by a chuckle to himself though this sound only came out as a growl it was still a chuckle. The through his sensory sight and echo location the entire scene was revealed to him as the guards began their attempts to arrest the gathering of people. Midst the fighting one such humaniod took a rather bold approach, [member="Animus Malgus"] His strikes were true and his attacks strong but deep down Javik knew that he was not Sith yet. As the boy got more cocky the Blue prophet observed getting down on all fours like a Veermok examining the scene more. << " A Nerf approaches a Krayt Dragon? What do you expect will happen?" >> Javik projected his question aloud to Animus the boy below him. The metaphor was simple enough to understand, He was the Nerf and Javik was the Dragon.

From behind several guards approached eyeing the massive reptile but their hesitation resulted in the very wise decision of not engaging the beast in front of them. Glancing to [member="Darth Azurea"] the blue Prophet sniffed the air. << " You are leggless teaching the fleet of foot how to run, my girl. How can you side against slavery and yet tolerate its use here? Are all your kind this way?" >>

[member="Naga Itesak"]
[member="Lord Ajihad"]
[member="Darth Pyrrhus"]
[member="Dex Torture"]
[member="Mishk"]
[member="Zambrano the Hutt"]

 

[Setzi Lunelle]

Darth Azurea gazed into the red eyes of [member="Naga Itesak"]. She could have seen malice or evil or threat - as the eyes were slitted and feline - but she only found loyalty. He stood with his blade ignited, ready to attack.

The Blue Prophet thundered slowly up to where she stood near the Pyre. The sickly-sweet smell of burning armor and flesh rose up again near Azrura's nostrils, a mixture of chemical odor, charcoal and cooked meat. Her brows furrowed as she listened to his wisdom. Emboldened by the fact that she wasn't arrested right then and there for her somewhat contrary beliefs, she walked forward slightly, staying on the ridge, so she was at least nearer to eye-level (although he still towered over her).

"I never said I was against slavery, Prophet," she spat. At least she hadn't said it aloud. "I am only questioning why we use these run-of-the-mill slaves. The Eternal Pyre is a fire pit! It cares not for what kind of slaves it's fed. Some say that the more frightened the slaves, the more eagerly it burns. I don't believe this."

She paused, not even sure who was listening to her anymore. But Azurea needed to dig herself out this situation slowly, before she buried herself even further in her contrary ideas.

"All that I am suggesting is that we should make the ritual have more meaning. We shall burn the bodies of traitors, prisoners, Sith who are not worthy and yes, even martrys that want to be die for our cause, or just want sweet relief from their horrible existence."

Azurea knew her sentiment was not going to be popular, but this nonessential slaughter of nameless, faceless slaves appeared to serve no purpose.

"The Sith are not a primitive organization. Do we need to remain stuck in the past, clinging to our outdated beliefs?"

The Blue Prophet struck her as extremely inquisitive. But so was Darth Azurea. She was very curious to see how the mammoth reptile would respond.

[member="Zambrano the Hutt"] [member="Mishk"] [member="Dex Torture"] [member="Animus Malgus"] [member="Lord Ajihad"] [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] [member="Javik Quar-Kai"]

 

[Mythos]

THE DRAGON VS THE MAN: A CHALLENGE


"i Expect the Dragon to put up a nice fight before i bring the Remnants of his Corpse to my Master" Animus said approaching the Massive being with little to no fear in his heart, well, there was the fear he would treat Animus like a child and consider his challenge a joke, or rather an insignificant worm unworthy to even behold him. That was possible, more than possible it was the most likely thing to happen. Animus however found upon the Blue Prophet an opportunity to truly test his skills.

"Tell me, Oh great Prophet" Animus said as he got even closer to the massive six armed creature. He stepped so close he could smell the distinctive pungent odor that the beast Emanated and to feel the power of it's breath. "If i dump your corpse in the Eternal Fire after i defeat you in Combat, would it be a worthy tribute?" Animus was out of his mind, but the Prophet called out to a part of Animus he had dormant until this moment.

Animus, to get to Knighthood, must do many things, apart from becoming more powerful in every sense he needed to prove he was a worthy Adversary to a powerful enemy. Animus was perhaps underestimating his enemy by a long shot but then again, he always did, he was not content with having lesser beings be his opponents. He was itching for a real battle, a real chance to test his skills against a worthy and powerful opponent.

"[member="Javik Quar-Kai"], Prophet of the Pyre, Will you accept my Challenge?" Animus was aware he had not declared an official challenge however this question was the challenge. If the Prophet would accept, even if he lost he would gain a chance to put into practice all he had learned, if he did not then it was the Prophet who would seem afraid of Animus, either way, this was bound to get interesting. Animus was ready, prepared to face an Enemy worthy of his Skills, he had not unleashed his full power upon bystanders, but he would unleash it all... no holds barred... Hell... if he proved himself worthy, he might even gain the respect of the Dragon.

[member="Darth Azurea"] [member="Zambrano the Hutt"] [member="Dex Torture"] [member="Darth Pyrrhus"]

 

[Judah Lesan]

Xander stood by ad watched as several Sith made fools of themselves. So much happened between finding [member="Darth Azurea"] and actually finally joining her side. It seemed several other assassins were there, but some of their actions had been rather foolish. He did not disagree in protecting their own. In fact several attacking guards seemingly fell to the ground of their own will. In reality Blackmoore had ended their lives, and with the force, swept their corpses into pyre. He yet had an opportunity to answer his fellow knight. It was indeed good to have her as an ally, despite their previous introduction.

Darth Vizios loudly clapped his hands as [member="Animus Malgus"] lay down his challenge, and the ensuing argument of slavery continued on. His mouth would not remain quiet.

"Indeed Azurea we are no longer a barbaric sect of force users. Our traditions have evolved, even to the place we no longer used the pyre in my day. The pyre does nothing for our strength, or our resolve. It should be used then to execute traitors. These feeble weak slaves should be fattened up and forced into the military, or to build tombs for us all."

His eyes shifted to Malgus

"Do you really think killing the prophet is going to solve anything. His death will only lead to more bloodshed, killing more guards, more minds to control and bend to our will. That is if you should survive. Overconfidence is the downfall of every Sith, do not let it be yours. As for my part I see no need for a challenge should this Blue Prophet allow for the change of how the pyre is fueled."

 

[Rapax]

Naga took a more passive stance but kept his gaurd up incase he grinned when he heard [member="Animus Malgus"] challenge the Prophet. The boy has a fire enough to think he can take on a beast such as that proves he has a warriors heart. How ever [member="Xander Blackmoore"] Proved an excellent point fighting the beast would prove fruitless should the beast side with us on this matter hence no need to challenge a possible powerful ally. Yet he remained vigilant and spoke to [member="Darth Azurea"].

Wehere as i have no set feelings towards slavery... I do see the genius behind your proposition and the sith here would be wise to adhere to it. Use the strong instead of burning away what could prove to be a boon to us in the long run and let those who wish be thrown to the flames.

 

[Dex Torture]

The Eternal Pyre had become a graveyard, the corpses of imperial guards laid spewed out in heaps. Dex took a look over the edge into the pyre itself, breastplates, blasters, armlets, all glowed bright crimson as the remnants of them and their owners disappeared below the surface of the molten liquid.

Turning his attention to [member="Zambrano the Hutt"] the young acolyte spoke "The sacrifices have been offered! There is no need for you to offer your 'Friends' to the pyre" dex declared, glancing at Azurea hoping to provide a silver lining for both parties, but mainly to relieve some of the pressure off of [member="Darth Azurea"] that her previous rants had arose.

Their attention would be needed elsewhere as the voice of [member="Animus Malgus"] roared throughout the area.

"Tell me great prophet, if I dump your corpse in the Eternal Fire after I defeat you in combat, would it be a worthy tribute?"

The statement directed to the giant of a prophet [member="Javik Quar-Kai"] swirled in the air like a cyclone, crashing into every eardrum available, was it a death wish or was the humanoid sith knight a monster in himself, dex wasn't sure but he knew the answer would be revealed soon enough, but either way it seemed like the ritual of the pyre would have to continue to wait.

Placing his saber to sleep dex marveled at the group of sith knighthood that had assembled before them. The universe was huge and many dabbled in the dark side teachings he looked at Darth Azurea again as she stared at the blue prophet, she was proof that not all shared the same beliefs or followed the same rules, she intrigued him and he wondered how far she would make it with that mindset in the darkness and vex known as the Sith Empire.

[member="Mishk"] [member="Lord Ajihad"] [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] [member="Xander Blackmoore"]