They came, a horde of men armed with guns and valor in their heart. He longed to rip that valor out and replace it with dread. He heard their boots, even through the blast door. He looked over at a near by control panel, unleashing a torrent of sith lightning. The console sizzled before exploding into shards of glass, metal and wiring. That should make their day a little bit harder and give him time.
He ignited one of the blades, and set the bust back on the pedestal. He began to shave the bronze shell off, revealing a capsule within. The capsule appeared to be resistant to heat, which rendered the lightsaber useless. Checking the door, he could hear the commotion of the guards trying to manually override the door mechanism. Seeing that he still had time, he disengaged his saber, hooking it back to his belt.
Turning his attention to the capsule, he grabbed it with both hands, and focused. He felt the fear that had been pulsating from within the museum, and fed from it, focusing his attention on the vessel. Now it was no longer a vessel in his mind's eye, but a cylinder with a gaping crack near the top of the vessel. He focused on the spot, using the force to breach it. Suddenly the vessel vibrated and and cracked open, revealing a black metal hilt adorned with electrum.
Without hesitating, he reached in and gripped the hilt, pulling it free. As soon as his fingers touched the hilt, the feeling in the air had changed. It became charged, and Nexus' aura amplified. The maelstrom grew, and could be felt in a much larger way. For a moment, he became a force anomaly.
"Another piece returned..." His eyes glowed with red and gold hues.
He felt Vokun, as his power amplified. That was when he heard the voice.
"I will say this once, and only once... I am Force Walking a deceased Sith Emperor, not to mention have had a rough day. Leave, the soldiers will let you pass, and I won't follow. If you attempt to hurt any of them,
I will make it the goal of my fourth life, to eviscerate any memory, thought or written mention of you from history."
Reunited with his blade, this threat did naught but stoke the fire. He smirked, and reached back out with his response.
"You seem to have an affinity for one thing, stranger: Being on the receiving end of death. As for your threat, greater men have tried, and failed. You can try to stop me, I welcome the chance to remind the galaxy of what I am..."
And with that, he raised his mental barrier, blocking the man's voice from his mind. With a gift in mental manipulation, attacking his mind would be a draining task- god or not.
The gauntlet had been thrown down. If Vokun was hoping for a peaceful solution, he had clearly forgotten what a sith was at its core. They do not choose the easy option- not if they truly are a sith. And Nexus truly was a sith. He began to channel his energy, amplified by the return of his lightsaber, which carried a portion of his power within it. Even though he was not at his full power, being reunited with his tools of war gave him faith in his chances. After all, there was no such thing as Gods, only men with egos and followers- and Nexus had killed his share of them.
Scherezade deWinter @Vokun @Farah @Darth Aegis
Edited by Lord Nexus, 19 February 2018 - 11:15 PM.