A Coup With Friends [ATTN: Sith Empire]

[Onrai]

Circe had remained silent throughout these proceedings. She merely looked lustfully at the Imperial throne, disgusted by the corpulent weight that currently say upon it. She had plans, and for said plans to work out, she needed a co-conspirator that wasn't the living blob of gelatin before her. But right now, there were guards she had to deal with.

"Now now, boys, I'm sure your mother taught you better than to point a weapon at a woman."

She moved towards the closest Ethereal Guard and slid behind him, coiling an arm around his next before crushing it and hurling the near-corpse back in Voracitos' direction.

"So if we are his meal, and these guards are his hands, and I'm throwing this one back at him to munch on, does that make this a form of cannibalism?"

 

[Balaya Praelior Zambrano]

Balaya partially ignored the woman who spoke and entered the room, seeing the cowering servants and then heard the news. This was quite an interesting thing to see as they spoke and then the enemy showed their selves. Balaya sneered withdrawing the sword and axe from her back as it charged, her blade met his as the creatures strength before the axe came around digging into the creatures neck with a sneer. Whatever they were they reeked of alchemy and everything Master Kaine had taught her to use. Her eyes flashed yellow for a moment before even for her size her muscles bulked up with force energy and rage. The veins popping up and looking like cords in the exposed areas where they could be seen. Then the ethereal guard was in the air as she suplexed him holding the blade in his neck as leverage falling back to make a crack in the floor and roll over punching a ham sized fist reinforced by armor.

 

[Darth Voracitos]

(OCC: I was going to ignore this until morning but so the trend doesn't continue, ASSUME two basic rules about Ethereal Slaves:

1. You most likely will not be able to kill them

2. They will always be faster than you are

Also, no other sith are present.

Thank you for your participation and making my good bye really grand!)

 

[Lord Depravious]

[OOC: No other Sith are present? Not sure what that means, please elaborate to me over PM or over here because i'm sure that it confused some other people including me.]

 

[Darth Metus]

When the towering doors were opened, and it was finally revealed who sat upon the throne, the Mandalorian laughed aloud in the silence that characterized the room prior to the dialogue's beginning. Oh, it was a face that he had not seen in quite some time, and he did not anticipate a second opportunity to slay the grotesque Sith who had faced both he and his mentor on Tatooine so many years ago. Back then, he was but a lad, freshly promoted into the rank of Initiate...and now, he was older, excessively more skilled, and armed with the most rudimentary knowledge of the Force. Sure, realistically he wouldn't win in a one on one brawl with the Emperor; any schmuck with half a brain cell could acknowledge that.

But the fact that he had already gotten in hits on this corpulent Sith had amused him to no end, and caused a smile to grace the visage veiled behind his helmet. From that point forward, silence characterized him as he contemplated the most effective way to assist the Emperor-to-be in the final, and most difficult, portion of his Coup. Dar'jetii's initial thought was to reach into his utility belt and make avid usage of the Forcebreaker and Flashbang grenades he had on his person...but when the Reapers made their sudden manifestation and the "honorable" Lord initiated his attack, he decided against it.

This was so that his "comrade" did not get affected by the Forcebreaker, as it would be dishonorable of him to not take the wellbeing of an "ally" into consideration during this crucial event.

As such, the Mandalorian reached out with the Force and loosened from his utility belt one of the two lightsabers that hung there and pulled it into his grasp. It was a useless gesture that might appear to be characterized by a desire to be "flashy", but in actuality it was a challenge for the Mandalorian to utilize telekinesis as he was still learning. Practice made perfect, after all. Once secured in his grasp, it's crimson blade ignited with the typical "Snap. Hiss." and was held aloft by the warrior until the words of his "Master" reached his ears.

"Noted." was the simple response as he strode forth with confidence, and was immediately met with an attack by a Reaper. Dar'jetii elevated his saber and parried the blow before attempting a counterattack...but the Reaper was simply too fast. By the time the Mandalorian's arm was raised to strike, the Reaper had recovered and was attacking again...and again...and again. This was not going according to plan, as Dar'jetii was quickly forced onto the offensive. Fortunately, his rudimentary education in swordplay afforded him the ability to at least adequately defend himself from the flurry of strikes. Being on the defensive was all that he would be able to accomplish for the moment, much to his chagrin.

@[member="Gregor Gideon"], @[member="Tyrin Ardik"], @[member="Darth Voracitos"], @[member="Lord Depravious"].

 

[Tricia Kalamack]

It was all quite strange walking these halls and as she observed the other sith her body shuddered. The darkside pulsed here it sank into the marrow of her bones and slowly when the doors opened. When the battle started the fallen jedi master found herself face to face with one of the beasts as it charged at her. It was so fast but she moved into the air clenching her fist and feeling that anger. Feeling her hatred as it poured over her into vice like claws. Then it constricted around as she doubted it could be killed but... smashed into everything else.. Why not? Her hand closed until the kuckles were white as she raised it and slammed the beast into the wall.

 

[Darth Voracitos]

(OOC: I was referring to this @[member="Lord Depravious"]:

She moved towards the closest Sith and slid behind him, coiling an arm around his next before crushing it and hurling the corpse back in Voracitos' direction.

Only the Slaves protect me, grabbing another Sith would be grabbing an ally.

I'll be posting later tonight, I'm going to have fun with you all very soon, I know it!)

 

[Tricia Kalamack]

[ooc: That is circe so her throwing an ally into an enemy makes sense]

 

[Caulder Dune]

@[member="Lord Depravious"]

"Honor? Seriously?" Tyrin scoffed audibly, not taking his eyes off of the duo of Ethereal Slaves before. Great, it was one of those Sith. He had hoped they had died out in the same way the pragmatic Sith had, but apparently not. Tyrin would debate the usefulness of a code of honor and the ease with which it could be manipulated later. Right now, he had to face Voractios and ensure Darth Death-Before-Dishonor over there didn't hog his spotlight. Not striking down an unarmed foe? Theoretically, then, Voractios was invincible so long as he never drew his blade. Such a waste of time, that whole honor thing. Tyrin preferred to get things done.

"Right, I'm not dealing with you through your mooks." Tyrin said, seizing one with the Force and flinging into the other. It had become his favorite skill by far, the act of seizing an entire person through the Force and flinging them this way or that. The force of the throw sent both of them hurtling through the air towards Lord Depravious. "And I'm not having you try to upstage me. Handle those two, please. Same goes for everyone else."

Tyrin's orders for his Sith to engage the Ethereal Slaves should have answered Voractios question on how he wanted to proceed. Funny he had asked, not that it would have changed Tyrin's orders. Tyrin continued to underestimate Voractios' mooks and fully did not expect them to last much longer than those two Royal Guards he had turned into sacks of broken bones and shattered dreams. "You're not getting anything done here. If your consolidated power was worth all that much, I wouldn't have gotten in here. I wouldn't have even wanted to come in here. It's time for you to go, V."

Tyrin was advancing up the staircase now, lightsaber held casually. Another one of Tyrin's ruses.

 

[Onrai]

[My mistake, I'll edit my post.]

 

[Lord Depravious]

[will wait to post until Voracitos does and just address him and Tyrin in my next post.]

 

[Darth Voracitos]

As @[member="Krag"] attacked the guards, the Emperor's question was answered, the entire Throne Room was now a battle field, where all were but pieces in his games.

The Flames were harmless to the shades, their collective ability in the force blocking the heat from harming as they moved as fast as a blinking eye, or at the very least, appearing to moving as fast as so. Two were before @[member="Tyrin Ardik"]'s position before being smashed into each and thrown over to Depravious, of which they immediately responded afterwards, one appearing before him to impale him with his Sith Sword, while the other came from the side to slice an arm off. Voracitos had a special surprise for the Honorable Depravious, but first the Slaves would respond to the others in the amassing group.

The other nineteen remained as a wall briefly with the High Commandant in the center. One of the other Slaves sped towards @[member="Ral Telon"] intending to impale him.

@[member="Pandeima"] would not be able to finish her sentence as her arm coiling resulted only in the purposeful disintegration of the slave outer layer of his arm, easily slipping out of the hold, and immediately leaping around her to slash the back of her head. Meanwhile, a bolt of lightning was shot at her from the High Commandant.


@[member="Balaya"]'s attempt at brute force worked fairly well, but the slave didn't need to be stronger than her, only much, much, much faster. It was flung into the air, taking some damage as disintegrated flesh fell from his neck, but as she went to strike him all she would find was dust, while it came in from her flank to take out her legs. It also called two other slaves to attack her, one jump through the air for an over head slash, while one came charging forward to impale her.


@[member="Dar'jetii"] was fighting well, slave unable to make a solid attack, in which he then called another to join the fray with the Mandalorian thing, who instead shot a bolt of lightning at him.


The four slaves not currently attacking, engaged in force abilities that would keep the rest running strong, increasing their strengths while increasing the broadcasting strength of the High Commandant as they began to separate slightly. But then @Tricia Kalamack took one and smash it into a wall, and the other three took a quick break to streak lightning at her.

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The fear @[member="Lord Depravious"] attempted to project was for naught, Voracitos was high in his own plane of existence, his fears alleviated from the coups apparent (at least to him) futility. He was though, reactive enough to his attack, to generate a telekinetic shield about him the moment the ax came close enough for him to register that the Sith had moved.


"You're first mistake was coming here," That was when he began to invade Depravious's mind for memories he could use for this terrible attack. "The second was not out right killing me. Now I know that I shall kill you all without moving from my Throne!" He laughed, as he initiated the technique of Torture by Chagrin, to make the Sith Lord relive every negative event in his life as if he were seeing them for the first time. He turned his head, as cackling evil energy began to manifest in a sickly green flash of electric rage, leaping madly between his fingers, his face one of emotion, but his eyes showed they were in glee. A thick blast of destructive Sith Lightning shot towards Depravious, meant to knock him away so he could take care of the usurper. His cackling in his throat did not stop.

 

[Gregor Gideon]

Gregor remained kneeling at the rear of the battle, his eyes still tightly shut while he enveloped himself in the senses provided by the Dark Side of the Force as he sought to delve deeper into his Sith Battle Coordination.

The primary concern of Gregor was on @[member="Tyrin Ardik"], to which he channeled the most of his concentrated flowing energies. The limited additional energy he distributed throughout the rest of Ardik's allies, @[member="Krag"], @[member="Pandeima"], @[member="Balaya"], @[member="Dar'jetii"], @[member="Lord Depravious"], @[member="Ral Telon"], @[member="Marcus Faust"], and @Tricia Kalamack.

The result would be, of varying degrees, a bolstering of their endurance, stamina, and speed, as Gregor attempted to bridge the gap between his allies attack speeds, and those of the Dark Side monstrosities they fought. Likewise, they might find themselves augmented with what would otherwise be thought of as landing a luckily precise blow on more than a few occasions.

 

[Balaya Praelior Zambrano]

@[member="Darth Voracitos"]

Balaya sneered when her hand smashed into the floor and there was dust. For a moment the thought it had been beaten came then was replaced when she felt something tear into her cloak and the back of the armor. Her body rolled forward coming up while the beast she looked at moved faster and faster. The one working to augment them was helping but at this moment she rage was fluid. Her muscles bulked a little more while her muscles went tense is preparation for the creature coming at her. It was just like fighting a roggwart and her knuckles went white gripping the weapons in her hand.

"Come on then." She charged at it letting the full strength of her enhancements, rage, body size and training do more of the work. She didn't need to outrun it, let it get close again and she could overpower it. Hell she could out lift the majority in this room without the force while the baskad slashed up with the heavy war axe.

 

[Ral Telon]

@[member="Darth Voracitos"]

Ral had got on all fours when the Slave began charging towards him. His low center of gravity gave him extre leverage for what he was about to do. Once the Slave was in range, Ral lunged himself into the legs of the Slave to lift him up in the air and slam him into the ground. The sword had scraped Ral's shoulder a little bit but he was trained to ignore little pain such as this. Ral mauled and tore at the Slave's torso and 'face' with his horrendous claws.

 

[Darth Vulcanus]

Krag watched as the flames bounced harmlessly off the shades, of @Darth Voracitos's design. Well that was annoying, he would obviously have to resort to getting up close and personal. The Graug was just about to charge into the fray when the shades suddenly struck out at Tyrin's followers and before he knew it, the entirety of the throne room was thrown into battle. The massive Graug snorted, his eyes glancing to each of the slaves until he saw an opening to attack the three shades who were striking at Tricia with lightning.

Without a moments hesitation, Krag burst forward with his saber held high in the air. Something felt different, however, it felt like he was moving faster and with more purpose than he had before. He had no time to analyze the difference, he just focused on the task at hand and that task was to slaughter these slaves of the Emperor. As he came within striking distance, Krag swung his blade horizontally with enough strength to move a mountain.

 

[Marcus Faust]

@[member="Darth Voracitos"]

The slaves had neglected to strike out at one knight, who now stood before the four remaining. He pulled his saber from his side and assumed a juyo stance, singling his hips, his eyes dared the slaves to strike out at him from behind his visor. He wanted power, he wanted @[member="Krag"]'s, @[member="Balaya"]'s, @[member="Gregor Gideon"]'s, @[member="Tyrin Ardik"]'s, and @[member="Lord Depravious"]'s. But before any of that could have the slightest chance of happening he had to help kill @[member="Darth Voracitos"], and these slaves stood in his way, in the path of his destiny. Like all things that got in Marcus's way, they had to be shoved aside.

 

[Darth Voracitos]

@[member="Gregor Gideon"]'s Battle meditation seemed to be doing wonders on his comrades combat engagements, such as those including @[member="Balaya"], @[member="Ral Telon"], @[member="Krag"], and @[member="Marcus Faust"].

The slaves attack Balaya continued to do so, the Slave that jumped to slice her from over head landing, possibly landing a hit if she did not react fast enough to its attack, as the one attempting to impale her charged forward and came into her range, and the one she had attempted to pound to death slide by her legs, possible landing a hit if she did not also react to this fast enough.

Some of the slaves flesh disintegrated to the contact of Ral Telon's claws, as he dodged under his attack for impalement. The slave was in point blank range but couldn't possibly get a solid hit with his sword, thus he reasoned to electrocute the pup to be stunned, and upon his eventual release would come down with a slash to sever the beasts head.

As Krag charged forward, he was able to lop a slaves arm clean off, but before he was completely cut in half, the slave flew in the direction of his blade, giving the effect that the slave had been knocked away by the beastly Sith. The other two who were in the middle of electrocuting Tricia were brought to the attention of Krag, and immediately each one attempted to trap him in a whirlwind of the force so they could recover and restrengthen their brothers. The one he knocked away began to recover, and began Force Drain on several beings in the room (excluding Darth Voracitos and fellow Ethereal Slaves). The one Tricia smashed into a wall, began the same, though more directly at Tricia. When the whirlwind was complete, the two Krag was fighting would begin in the same respect. As the Ethereal slaves began to feed, some of the wounds inflicted upon the slaves have closed up to prevent further disrepair.

Marcus Faust along with several others would feel slightly weaker (though not by much thanks to Battle Meditation) than before. The Slaves though were preoccupied in their fights with the other Sith, there weren't any to spare to attack Marcus, he would have to join a fight.

 

[Onrai]

To prevent the slash from the slave from going through her head, Circe bent forward. Unnaturally forward, but then again, she didn't have a spine to break. With an arm cocked behind her back, she focused, said arm wrapping around and entangling the slave, crumpling down on his flesh. Turning to face the entangled servant of the Emperor, she formed a small energy construct of a dagger, shoving it hard into the man's throat. @[member="Gregor Gideon"]'s battle meditation was indeed assisting her.

Yes, she felt the lightning. But she had experienced innumerably worse pain at the hands of Ashin Varanin. It was only somewhat effective at causing her pain, something she drew on to keep her stamina up.

And once these peons were felt with, she would sit back and watch the main event.

 

[Tricia Kalamack]

@[member="Gregor Gideon"]

Tricia felt Gregor in her head as the lightning came, let it as her free hand came up and with it three sabers from her belt to form a tri shield in front of her taking it. She let the angry rise in her until yellow fleck appeared in her tri-colored eyes before swinging the one she held at the roof. She spoke to Gregor reaching out to him to do one thing, bring him towards her and in the corner of the room protect him from high in the air. He could also use her experience to push more, like an amplification system, she was stronger at mental abilities. "Fly boy."