A Dark Appraisal

[Kyrel Ren]

Kyrel kept his head bowed, not wanting to show disrespect for the very being he held in high esteem and if he had asked it Kyrel would take his own life right now. He stood up as Sieger examined everyone. He felt as if a chill went up down his spine upon seeing his eyes fall upon him. He did not know what would happen, he didn't know weather they would all be here for some scolding or executed. He wouldn't blame the Supreme Leader if it was the latter that's for sure.

It was actually the former, he could clearly tell that he was disappointed. Who could blame him, so far the Ren could be seen as nothing like their namesake from centuries ago. So far they had been on treasure hunts, and did not even measure up to being able to handle the Jedi or the Sith. But than he thought to himself yet again that if that was even true he wouldn't have been able to hold his own against two Jedi and lived another day while killing one in the process. He quickly squashed the line of thought he was going on, as he reaffirmed the simple belief that the Ren were far greater, and to be thus far the next evolutionary incarnation of the dark side than the old rivalry of that of the Jedi and the SIth.

He stopped his thinking and paid attention to the Supreme Leader, the power he had felt was so far nothing like that he had ever faced before, he felt so cold in his presence that he even wondered if the man before him had any humanity that wasn't swallowed by the dark side. Kyrel's own power was but a taste of the dark side, a mere inkling of what the old form can carry if not more. Kyrel desired that power, he craved it like a man in a desert craved water. He wanted to become the best of the Ren, and the most powerful even to rival the likes of the Supreme Leader. Another part of him did not want it less it be his own demise.

Than came the scolding, that Kyrel knew was coming and it had finally arrived. They were clearly not meeting to his expectations, and Kyrel just stood feeling a bit embarrassed as if he was a son disappointing his father. He looked down his breathing sounding like it echoed throughout the room. He was thankful that at least Sieger wouldn't kill Kyrel and the other Ren. He than saw him turn to face [member="Castor Ren"] who appeared along with a disciple who dared to disrespect the Supreme Leader. Anger flooded through his veins as he wanted to strangle the life out of him for his insolence.

Than after the scolding was finished, Kyrel felt excruciating pain flood through his body. He suddenly knelt to the floor letting out a grunt in pain. He felt paralyzed by what the Supreme Leader was doing to him, and for a minute felt fear inside of him. The burning sensation which seemed to go on forever ended abruptly leaving Kyrel surprised, for a moment he had thought he was going to die and than as he let the moment sink in to recover, he stood to hear what the Supreme Leader had to say.

When he had heard the Supreme Leader say "Mustafar." and "Vader's Castle" He felt immense excitement go throughout his entire body. For months he had sought after Lord Vader's armor, but was sadden to hear that it was destroyed on Endor, but he did hear of an older variant, an original set that was first worn by him were located deep within the castle. Not only did he desired the armor, he desired the Castle as well to be a personal fortress and a place to train Disciples for the Ren. He clenched his fists in anger when he thought of the Jedi and the possibility of losing the very thing he was born for, this mission, this battle would be what he was made for. He thought to himself as he watched both the Supreme Leader and the other Ren with the utmost patience and understanding of what was being said. 'Soon it will be mine, It will be all mine.'
[member="Rolf Amsel"]

[member="Kaalia Voldaren"] [member="Kriel Firin"] [member="Perth Levov"] [member="Zmej Ren"] [member="Samka Derith"] [member="Julius Thonn"] [member="Celessa Beto"] [member="Brennan Cabrol"] [member="Ara Ren"]

 

[WolfMortum]

Silent and unmoving.

Brennan stood in complete silence as he watched the Supreme Leader deal out a blow of discipline upon the Disciple who had spoken out against him. It was not cowardice that left him without words but loyalty to the First Order and a survivalist instinct loyal unto himself that Brennan watched the blow by blow, his eyes traversing across those pain stricken. [member="Castor Ren"] was most difficult to bare witness, he was a member of the Knights of Ren who had been nothing if not supportive since day one of Brennan's entry into the First Order. Along side [member="Kriel Firin"], Castor had aided in the confirmation of his place here under the Supreme Leaders will, and yet to watch him reap such power in so devastating a way, it was...Difficult.

His Master had warned him of this. The potential to let ones emotions blind them from the true nature of his environment. Here Seiger Ren aimed to strengthen their cause and revitalize their efforts towards the First Order yet it was a struggle to battle against his own anger as he felt like stepping forward in protest. Nothing however would've come of this and he had the foresight to understand what lay at stake here. His eyes did not divert from Seiger, nor the pain in which their Leader dished out. Brennan watched with utter focus to better understand the cost of falling short of the expectations about them.

Mustafar and the Jedi Order of the Galactic Alliance, he heard heard of them in the past and encountered a handful on Lothal. He had been a part of this mission, though small in the weight of all things, it was the wish of his superiors that he aid in the return of kyber crystals harvested from Lothal's caverns. Castor Ren had led the expedition himself and while Brennan had always remained quiet unless directly spoken to, he had studied those around him, those most notable such as he.

[member="Connor Harrison"] - He was a former Jedi? Brennan's eyes traveled soon enough towards the estranged disciple, they having not yet had the displeasure of crossing each others paths. The irony here was that Brennan, though never having ascended to the rank of Jedi Knight, had too shared a great many years within his youth under the Order of Jedi and could relate to the ideal's that Connor had once shared. Perhaps this one had seen their hypocrisy and inability to live up to the expectations weighing them down, the walls of any temple or enclave only ever going so far as delude the Jedi in overconfidence, feeling secure while the galaxy outside suffered as it so often did. The Jedi Order remained a very irritating subject over the back of Brennan's consciousness, his mind shifting to that of his former mentor of whom for reasons unknown to him, Connor seemed to remind him. It did nothing for the Disciples first impression of the older male, admittedly.

Glancing back to look to Seiger, it would seem they were to be given new instructions, orders to be obeyed. The Galactic Alliance were interested in Mustafar and so too it seemed was the First Order by default, seeking to protect the haven of a dark lord long since past. Brennan cared not for the history surrounding the world. The Supreme Leader had given him the name of those they should seek to remove, anyone associated with the Galactic Alliance was to be eliminated, as far as he concerned himself. Anything else would just be business as usual.

 

[Celessa Beto]

Celessa would never forget her first brush with the dark side, the burning pain that came from nowhere yet ran through her uncontrollably, frightened and thrilled her. Somehow both at the same time. To be able to wield such power... If this old man can do such things with merely a glance, imagine what I may achieve. In time, nobody will dare to bully me or control me in any way. As she thought this, her mind wandered back to her time on the streets of Corellia, and to her controlling and abusive mother before she ran away from home. Maybe I will go back and teach her a lesson..., a dark part of Celessa's mind whispered to her.

She recalled the words of the man who was apparently a former Jedi, as he spoke of the invasion of Mustafar.
"The Jedi must not be under-estimated,” he had called out, whilst looking to the others.

"We must show no mercy. Show no wavering. No compassion for their plight. Man, woman, child - any and all must be destroyed. They wish to eradicate us by any means.”

"I will lead and carry the Ren and the First Order to glory with you all beside me. Mustafar will be our moment! The first of many!”

Celessa could feel the fiery passion within this man, not through any kind of Force connection, but through the steel in his voice and the fire in his eyes. As the former Jedi spoke, she really began to believe that the First Order would triumph in the upcoming battle. This motivated her to begin her training with a renewed zeal. She could not wait for the day when she would be strong enough to stand besides such brave men on the field of battle.

[member="Connor Harrison"] [member="Rolf Amsel"]

 

[Samka Derith]

Sam remained silent as she felt the eyes of her leader bare down on her for a moment. Her deference was rare, usually the girl was assertive (some might say overly so). To her superiors she would show polite respect but rarely submission, her eyes briefly flickered to the figure of her former Master, [member="Kriel Firin"], perhaps he would remember her attitude while under him. The Supreme Leader was an entirely different figure, someone who comanded awe in his very presence and the fact that there were some among their number who failed to recognise that angered her greatly. Had Siegar himself not struck down [member="Julius Thonn"] then she would have. Samka would not tolerate someone tarnishing the image of the group as a whole.

Any satisfaction she felt at seeing the boy attacked vanished as the Supreme Leader turned his wrath to Castor Ren, a man she respected. Sam knew full well how difficult it could be to restrain someone, again her eyes shifted to another, this time [member="Mishel Ren"] before turning back to the sight before her. She watched the punishment passively, resisting the small urge inside to aid Castor to his feet.

As Siegar's assault subsided, Sam readjusted her position, standing fully upright with her hands held together. She listened the lecture with her face increasingly hardened. To interrupt the man would be rude and Samka was never rude. Deliberately. Yet she wanted to object, to tell the man just how wrong he was. She'd dedicated her existence to becoming stronger on his behalf. She had answered the call whatever it was, crushing their foes in the Resistance, the Ssi-Ruu and the Galactic Alliance. She'd defeated a Jedi Master, faced down a Sith Lord the entire galaxy had come to stop yet this wasn't enough? She still needed 'discipline'? Enough was enough. She respected the Supreme Leader more than any other being in the galaxy but it was not in her nature to remain silent when criticised so unjustly.

But as she motioned forwards to object there was a small painful sensation in her chest, an uncomfortable feeling as though the blood coursing within her veins was aflame. She refocused her efforts on suppressing the pain but it wasn't as effective as she'd have liked. Her usual way to fight through pain was inflict it on others, something she was in no position to do here. Her objections melted into silence, to speak now would be done in a pained voice, evidence of weakness so she continued to stare at the figure of the Supreme Leader on the stair way, her teeth clenched and jaw firm to fight through the torment.

And then it was gone and Sam released a breath she didn't know she was holding.

A new mission then. A direct attack against their enemies in the Galactic Alliance for the first time. It was an exciting time but it was no mere game. She would ensure its success herself. A pause, a lull in conversation as an invitation to speak. [member="Connor Harrison"] and [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] spoke of Mustafar and it was likely the intended topic at hand but she would go further.

"Where have you been these last few years?" It was a risky question but one she needed an answer. This man whom she had pledged her life to had been a shadow to his own followers. Why? It had to be for something. It had to. Or what kind of inspiration was he?

[member="Ara Ren"] - [member="Zmej Ren"] - [member="Rolf Amsel"] - [member="Brennan Cabrol"] - [member="Kyrel Ren"] - [member="Celessa Beto"]​

 

[Mishel Kryze]

Seiger's eyes met with hers and in the moment Mishel felt the searing pain throughout her mind, different from the electrical shocks she often bore from her misguided thoughts. This was a different type of pain, her father was digging for information, he brought forth her memories her experiences. Such a technique forced the young disciple to restrain her hands. Even in the moment, it felt like so much more, it felt as if he had been mind-burning for hours. When it was done, her father caressed her cheek. The recurring pain that happened when he was done, were like waves coming and going from the shoreline. She stood there watching her father walk around to examine the others, and the moment @Julius Thonn spoke out of turn. Mishel's anger flashed making use of the pain, but she knew better than to do anything. Not with her father about, and the boy was made to pay she watched as father made his way toward [member="Castor Ren"] inwardly she cringed. Watching Castor bear the brunt of the punishment for Julius' insolence.

Mishel watched the whisps of smoke rise from Castor's body and her attention was then turned toward Seiger as he spoke. Lowering her head once more in shame, she knew much of this was her fault. At least she felt like it so, having pranced around the sector drunkenly, drinking at the ball, she was not brought to maturation for merriment, no. She was brought to bear because she was a weapon, a forceborn with a higher concentration of the force than was normal for most force users. They were the tools of the First Order, the hands, the eyes and the ears it was their duty to their father, the Supreme Leader; Seiger Ren. Their duty to carry out his will and see to it that the enemies of his nation were eliminated. As she watched his eyes, she felt the pangs of a burning within her, as if her body was being burnt from the inside out.

Typically, Mishel would mock such a use of heat, but this time - this time not even she could withstand the pain for long. As the pain coursed through her body, burning at her nerves. All she could think on was G'Rho, her mechanical hand clenched tightly and as the pain subsided her father gave his instructions. Redouble training, and they would strike at Mustafar, a historic place for most force users. Darth Vader's castle was their target and the New Jedi Order would be their foe. She recalled Mustafar from her tank training, as part of the history and lore taught to her by Seiger. She heard the words [member="Connor Harrison"] spoke, saying that it would be him who would lead the Ren against the Jedi. She wasn't sure if this was poetic or not, but if the man wanted to taken on the mantle of leadership then so be it. Her attention turned toward @Samka Derith who thought to ask their father, where he had been all these years.

[member="Zmej Ren"] | [member="Ara Ren"] | [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] | [member="Rolf Amsel"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Celessa Beto"] | [member="Brennan Cabrol"]​