Assertion of Power

[Zmej Ren]

Zmej grinned under the mask, lips curling into the deadly smile of a poisoner. Kyrel’s strings were easy to pull. Surprisingly easy – and she intended to abuse this knowledge. At the same time, the blonde agent wasn’t the kind of person to be distracted while in combat, and thus instead of pushing the Master of Ren’s buttons further, the teenage Hand of the Supreme Leader focused on training the newbie, introducing him to combat and sharing useful tips here and there. It wasn’t until Ara’s arrival that the fair haired woman’s cloak of anger clashed against the brunette’s slithering presence and denied it from affecting her mind. Too filled with rage and adrenaline to fall victim to the woman’s tricks, Zmej spun around, expressionless mask fixed at the newcomer. What truly enraged the young Ren wasn’t Ara’s presence, rather than the words she unleashed into the training chamber. This one, Zmej wouldn’t ignore.

“But my, my! [member="Ara Ren"] shows herself, trying to extinguish the flames by pouring more fuel into the fire. And now she claims to be a spawn of Zambrano as well!” Zmej mockingly announced, disengaging from her current one on one session with [member="Jack Napier"].

Red scythe of fury cut through the air as Zmej twirled the cross-shaped lightsaber in her hands, calculated steps that never abandoned the combat-ready stance daringly bringing her towards Ara. Licking her lips as if tasting a delicious treat, the masked Ren spoke again.

“The same Zambrano who’s been exiled from the First Order? The same Zambrano who shelters those guilty of high treason?” Zmej questioned, voice loud enough for all to hear and realize what sort of snake they’ve pampered. The armoured woman wanted to make a point.

“Do you know another thing the two traitors have in common, sister?” she started slowly, taking especially great care to let the last word roll off her tongue in the sweetest way imaginable, “You. A lover of one traitor, best friend of another. Conveniently a relative of the very man who helps those traitors, who wants to destroy the First Order and openly challenges Sieger Ren. ”

Echoing footsteps came to a sudden half as she prepared herself, focused on the growing anger and stealing the power radiating from Kyrel’s own armour and lightsaber, basking in their dark influence to empower herself. Now she addressed everyone in the chamber, voice booming with devotion and passion.

“If we are to grow strong, it is imperative Kaine Zambrano’s influence over the First Order is rooted out and liquidated. His bloodline is like a plague that strangles our great nation. Have you ever seen a bloodletting? They cut a vein here, on the arm, and let some of the blood out. Naturally, the body is weaker for a time, but it is the loss of plagued blood that allows the body to recover and grow stronger again. I think this is a perfect opportunity to demonstrate bloodletting.”

And she charged at the brunette, dragging the sparking crimson beam of superheated plasma over the ground and keeping one hand empty, ready for anything.


[member="Caehl Ren"] [member="Ara Ren"] [member="Mishel Zanteres"] [member="Varas Kyrel"] [member="Kyrel Ren"] [member="Tin'tinag"]

 

[Darth Metus]

The Chaos...was deafening.

The din of battle.

The cries of treason.

They were enough to plague the Ren with ringing in his ears. They were enough that he found his gaze narrowing behind his steel visage. They were enough that he questioned why it was that Sieger had spent so much time breaking him. Was this was the man wanted? Was this what Herodias to become - a cog in a dysfunctional machine? Where was the discipline. Where was the foundation. Where. Was. Order. As the Master of Ren entered the room, he took a moment to release his helm. A simple touch caused the components to give way, revealing a scarred visage to the chaotic space.

Herodias said nothing.

Descent gripped him.

He sank to his knees and sat upon them. Pausing only to place his saber - a freshly forged cross guard version - on the floor before him. Sulfuric eyes swept across the room, assessing. Acknowledging. Calculating. Yet there was nothing...productive to say. He would not interfere. He would not attempt to dissuade the midst from their Crucible. Instead, an expression hissed from his mouth - a verbal manifestation of his dissatisfaction.

"What. The. Kark."

[member="Ara Ren"], [member="Zmej Ren"], [member="Caehl Ren"], [member="Kyrel Ren"], @Mishel Ren, [member="Varas Kyrel"] [member="Samka Derith"]

 

[Ara Zambrano]

She felt the Omegas answer [member="Caehl Ren"] ‘s orders, their presence at her back, twin pinpricks of power and coolness against her warmth. Her eyes and attention were drawn instead to the other Knight in the room, one who’s aura was as familiar as the dissonant tones and malignant words. Unlike the anger that filled the room, a passive tide of emotion answering the call of the various Ren who made use of such power, her rage was directed at Ara herself. She turned to regard [member="Zmej Ren"] with a cool expression, eyes blazing with amusement as the younger girl spoke.

A dark laugh tore itself from her throat, tinkling like metal on cool glass, shattering the silence as the brunette easily side-stepped the blonde’s charge. A simple application of the Force pushed against the younger woman’s back, adding to the momentum of the girl’s rage-filled move. As the distance grew between the pair once more, one of the Omegas slid into the vacuum of space, waiting to interfere should Zmej attempt such a move again.

”I am sorry, perhaps I was unclear.”

Turning to face the girl again, she smiled with a vicious sweetness, tone dripping in pride and amusement at the misconceptions and misinformation the girl spat with all the venom of a viper.

”I am Ara Ren of House Zambrano, First of her name, Arch-Queen of the Pacanth Reach, Queen of Panatha, Bunduki, Fornow, Ravaath, and Sorimow. Warlord of the Rattatak, Knight of Ren.”

Letting each word drip off her tongue, pauses between each title while she locked crimson gazes through the opaque visor of the mask, a few deliberate steps bringing her shoulder to shoulder with her appointed guard dogs. The crest beneath her chin pulsed, almost in response to her proclamation, a symbol of her new position as well as the blood that flowed through her veins.

Taking another step forward, moving past the twin sentinels, displaying for the entire room a lack of concern with the Knight and her attempts to purge the Ren of her presence. The voice dipped into a quiet hiss, a smug smile curling one side of her mouth up.

”A title and position bestowed upon me by Sieger himself. Tell me, what has he bestowed upon you?”

Her eyes regarded the girl almost with a tinge of pity a she tilted her head to the side, hair falling over one shoulder in long waves, sending half of her face into the shadows.

”I died in his service.”

The word echoed around the chamber, falling on ears whom until this moment had believed her death to be final. Feeling the shock waves of her appearance breaking up the anger and pride filling the room, she emphasized the sacrifice given, eyes flashing up to land on the visage of the one by who’s hand she had perished, and yet also returned.

”And what have you done? How have you served his purpose? By disappearing for months? By disrespecting those he chose to rise above you for their commitment to his cause? How the mighty have fallen.”

Her blade hung cold and unused at her side, hands and arms held out in a gesture of welcome.

”He found a use for my blood, my name, my loyalty. If you wish to circumvent his will and continue to attempt to ”root out” the influence of Kaine Zambrano, then so be it.”

[member="Elani Zambrano"] | [member="Jack Napier"] | [member="Cyril Ren"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Mishel Zanteres"] | [member="Varas Kyrel"] | [member="Herodias Ren"]​

 

[Mishel Kryze]

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j8KL63r9Zcw[/media]​

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A whirlwind of emotions ran through Mishel's veins. Arrested by the powers of her sibling, and then eased of her anger. Her sister's power working to cool her mind and bring her back into a proper state. The young disciple realized her shame and looked at her opponent [member="Varas Kyrel"] and slowly moved to rid herself of her mask and helmet, showing to the girl the face of the rival. The face of the one who just recently wished to bring her ruin. Her attention snapped toward [member="Caehl Ren"] just as her own helmet toppled, and rolled along the ground that in combination to seeing her brother [member="Kyrel Ren"] being made to kneel was a sight to behold in and of itself. Her attentions then were drawn to the machinations of [member="Zmej Ren"] and the counter of [member="Ara Ren"], wait, Ara Zambrano?

The laughter, the darkness it permeated and drenched the area around them.

"Knight-Sisters," Mishel pleaded as she dispatched her armor to the ground, the sound of her lightsaber's hilt clanking down to show her disarmament. First and foremost, Ara was alive? Her eyes betrayed her emotions, "sister... you are, you are alive? How, how can this be?" She thought aloud her voice shook, quivered with emotion. "I felt you depart this world, I felt it in the force. I was too late to you, save I, I... and you."

She turned to face Zmej.

"Gone you, months, months word no you from," the teenager's emotions wreaked havoc with her words as it always had. A familiar speech impediment rearing itself as she closed her eyes a moment. Letting the tears free from their prisons, "you both have a lot to answer for, but this is neither the place nor the time." Mishel's head hung low as she came down to her own knees. "Forgive me, Father for I have sinned." She confessed as she looked at her hands and then back over her own shoulder to that of [member="Varas Kyrel"]. With her mind free from the unnatural haze of anger and hatred the teenager broke down. The brunette broke down into tears, she wept for the sins she had committed in her Father's house and that she had dared to bring a blade up against another in such a malicious attitude.

"I have sinned in your house and in your name, we are Ren. We are your children, brothers and sisters in your name and it is by your light that we spread your word and order across the stars," Mishel's own mind worked to sort out what had just happened here in this hour. Slowly she rose to her feet, clothed only in the singular robe. "It is our duty to spread our father's order, we should not act as the Sith act, for we are not Sith. Neither are we the Dark Jedi who work for their own ambitions, we are Ren. We are a higher and nobler cause." She said with an impassioned plea to those around her she could see them all, some with armor and masks and others with none at all.

"We are his chosen children, we are his beloved no matter what our blood might say."

"I am Mishel, a Daughter of the Grandmistress Siobhan Kerrigan. A wretched bastard taken from her arms by my father, we all have come from different worlds and different lives."

"None of this matters anymore, for we are Ren."

"And on this day, I shed the name of Mishel Kerrigan and chose for myself Mežsrožu Ren."

There was a silence, a long silence that followed. "Brother Caehl," she said softly, "my apologies for my own outbursts here." The tears in her eyes still fell her nose turned a flesh pink, raw with her emotion. "Sister..." She said once more as she turned toward Ara, and approached her. The brunette was still in disbelief, "sister Ara, could this truly be you?" She cared not for Ara's titles or new name, all that mattered to her was that she was here. "Sister Zmej, you, you who I saw upon my waking from the tank. Can you not set aside your own ambitions, your own machinations and recall our father's words? Together the three of us will serve a purpose, his purpose, to extend the might of his imperial society. For the betterment of the entire galaxy."

[member="Samka Derith"] had spoken these words not so long ago, and so now Mishel had realized what it was her master meant when she asked why she no longer lived among their own. It was pertient now, she could see this. She could see the error in her own folly. "And to you, Varas of Kyrel. Do you give up all that you had known before, do you accept the offer to become one of Seiger's own? Do you, brother Kyrel recommit yourself to the words of our father?"

 

[Zmej Ren]

Leverage, position, advantage – despite her somewhat overly aggressive way of duelling, Zmej was intimately familiar with the basic principles of Makashi. Silently judging the distance between them, her charge came to a halt one step short for her weapon to be within reach of the opponent. Very intentional on Zmej’s part; hissing, the saber finally left the floor in a diagonal arch, showering Zambrano in hot sparks and molten durasteel. Without hesitation, the fair-haired Hand of Sieger Ren continued, never stopping, never offering time to recover. Before her weapon finished the upwards motion, Zmej Ren’s fingers curled into a fist, weaving an invisible noose around Zambrano’s neck, trying to shut her windpipe. As enjoyable as slowly strangling Kaine’s spawn promised to be, the blonde Knight tightened the telekinetic grip and took two decisive steps forward. Her loudly humming lightsaber appreciated it, granted more than it needed in terms of reach. And so, just as quickly as it went up, the searing beam of red cut down in a wide, downwards cut that sought to separate Ara’s head from her shoulders.


[member="Ara Ren"]

 

[Kyrel Ren]

https://youtu.be/DOwHwnmCECQ​

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Kyrel was livid for the moment upon hearing Mishel's words, he had considered wanting to attack her, to strangle the life from her, her fire didn't scare him in the slightest more or less he was unimpressed more than anything, but she was correct when he had entered he was concerned for his daughter's safety. This was quite unlike him as he usually never cared for anyone's well being except his own that in the midst of the black hole of rage and confusion he was thinking. 'Is she somehow changing me??' He refused to believe it but was he feeling something different, no he refused to accept that. After all he gave up a chance for a life like that long ago when it blew half way to hell in the cold darkness of space.. He refused to believe that and shook his head a little as he kept his saber at his side, and was about to respond to the girl's words when he felt something in the Force. ​

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He then felt something within the Force, he felt a presence that he had not felt in months. He was shocked as his rage settled down as he looked to the woman that was before him, he was about to say when he felt his artificial limbs start to buckle and it was as if he didn't have control of his own body. His left leg was forced into a kneeling position as well as the other, his saber dropping from his hand and onto the floor, the saber deactivating as soon as it did so, and for a moment his breathing was hard, as the systems within his suit had made his breathing to an all shallow rasp as Ara approached him. The Revelations that he had heard while she came up to him, baffled him and under his mask his mouth was open, and his eyes widened at the reveal that she was an heir of Zambrano... His tone when he spoke sounded shaken through the baritone but quickly recovered as he spoke to Ara. "My apologies... It has been some time and my emotions clouded my judgment for a moment." ​

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He was ashamed of his actions, his hatred had clouded his sense of reasoning and as she spoke, he kept his head bowed to the heir of Zambrano and when she was finished, she released him, his breathing returning to the normal rasp as he got up slowly force pulling his hilt to his hand, and what happened next was insulting. Zmej of all people thought she had the authority to do a bloodletting on one of her own, it was insulting and made his anger rise once more, he would not allow this to occur, especially to one who has given her life in the Supreme Leader's name all the more the insanity coming from Mishel wanted him to break in a hysterical laughter at how delusional she was. In time she would learn the truth but it was not now. ​

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He looked to her through the expressionless visor of his mask and said in a cold tone. "I have not broken any oaths... I was only overcome by my emotions, do not mistake that for treason abomination. Do not test me again as I have something far important to attend to now." He said as he clearly wasn't in the mood for her delusional mind games regarding him, and questioning his loyalty. He kept his saber at his side, deactivated as he focused his rage into the Force. As Zmej attempted to strike a Ren down and commit for all intents and purposes High Treason. Kyrel stepped forward, extending and raising his hand in a Force Grip, as Zmej was making her move even she wasn't that powerful to focus on her target and Kyrel's intervention, as he grabbed her and pulled her back, fueled by pure rage he attempted to lift her for the moment off the ground and slammed her to the ground repeatedly, her form hitting the hard duracrete as Kyrel stepped forward, his crimson blade at his side as he approached her. ​

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Kyrel's anger was something not to be taken lightly as it was even felt through the Force. He had half the sense not to execute her on the spot for attempted murder and make an example to the rest, but no that would be too easy as he looked down at her, his blade at her throat. "That's enough of that now don't you think Sister... It's time you and I have had some words." He looked to everyone and Caehl most especially as he then shifted his gaze back to Zmej and spoke to everyone. "I apologize to everyone, but if you would so kindly Follow the Instructor Brother Caehl out and to a different part of the Facility. Brother Caehl if you would please have Omega Squad escort Ara and the others out I would appreciate it, as I will have to sit out of this, for now, I do apologize but it seems I must have a little chat with our Sister here." He said Sister in a tone filled with venom as he kept watching her not wanting to make another move.​

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[member="Zmej Ren"] [member="Mishel Zanteres"] [member="Ara Ren"] [member="Herodias Ren"] [member="Varas Kyrel"] [member="Elani Zambrano"] [member="Cyril Ren"] [member="Jack Napier"]​

 

[WolfMortum]

Better it be [member="Kyrel Ren"] than that of Caehl Ren at this point; [member="Zmej Ren"]'s chosen actions painted her as a traitor, the very thing she was accusing [member="Ara Ren"] of. The share insult of this not only aimed at the new Queen and ruling heir over the Pacanth Reach but so too Brennan Cabrol and that of [member="Samka Derith"], High Master of Ren, of whom had recently delivered her back to the Order by Sieger's will. What had initially been an exercise to promote strength and self restraint within the bonding of bloodletting had become an afront to all that they were meant to uphold in the face of the First Order's might over the rest of the galaxy. Like Kathounds, feral and senseless these were rabid dogs whom stood before him, not the image of the Ren that he had been promised the day that he had come to enter into the Initiates Academy.

Where Caehl had argued Kyrel's opinion before, this was now a Command and that he would not refuse; especially now where discipline was so much in dire need for that of the example of the woman Knight had set. Death was the answer for treason and Zmej was showing her teeth before her own. Caehl had moved to strike out at others for turning their backs on the Order there, what would he have done to this one who would show such a blatant disregard for Queen Ren, Ara who was above all of them in the chain of command and rite of authority. The only one who stood on equal footing to her as far as this squabble was concerned, was that of the one whom now instructed them to leave.

"And so it is..."

But he would not leave without the one that Samka Derith had instructed him to stand watch over. Turning to glance back over his shoulder, his Omega Support would move out of the way of the entrance and soon step closer to those of the other disciples, Caehl of whom would turn his attention to Ara Ren and place a hand upon her shoulder. The proximity was nothing like the usual testament that he would show of his own coming into the world of public company, yet there was a time and a place for such gestures and here, Ara needed not soil her name nor dirty her clothes with the blood of infidel.

"This affair is beneath you..."

His words were firm, they carried no instruction nor commanding presence yet true in the fact that she commanded a better presence than that of what she was being shown, Caehl's hand pulled back on her shoulder, guiding her to turn to look to him, the black of his visor staring back at her. "Her actions will be better left to the Supreme Leader to address...-He has need of you in other matters" Caehl concluded, stepping back a single pace, his hand falling away so not to disrespect her with a permanent grip, yet using the same hand, gesturing back to the entrance of which she came through, suggesting she leave before himself.

"This insult is mine to bare. It will not happen again".

[member="Elani Zambrano"] | [member="Jack Napier"] | [member="Cyril Ren"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Mishel Zanteres"] | [member="Zmej Ren"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Ara Ren"]​

 

[Zmej Ren]

Although strong enough to resist their attempts at choking her, closing her windpipe for eternity, she was one and they were many. Fully on the defensive, she mentally shattered their telekinetic grips over her body, saber twirling to keep them at bay. What did she hope to achieve though? The best she could hope for was taking them on one after another and going out on her terms. Zmej Ren was a warrior, never afraid to die in Sieger’s name – but surrounded by traitors and desperately outnumbered, the only thing she managed to do was to stash her cross-shaped lightsaber, take out a cigarra and light it; hands shaking as she realized the magnitude of this conspiracy against not only Sieger Ren, but the First Order itself. Deep puffs gladly inhaled the richly scented smoke, knowing it might very well be her last. A small consolation, yet good enough to partially stop the uncontrollable shaking.

“Sieger’s will..?” She muttered, eyes losing some of their yellow hue and suddenly teary. Gauntleted fingers released the cigarra from her lips, stubbing it out forcefully enough to cause the carababba tabac to spill on the floor. A new, fresh inferno of anger sparked to life, returning the sickly, sulphur hue into her irides before the terrifying visage vanished behind the dead stoic mask again.

“And who are you to speak in Sieger’s name, to claim declaring his best agent a traitor is his will? How is it that the Supreme Leader is not here, yet you all give your own words his blessing?” demanded Zmej, enraged more than ever before, “That is high treason. Picking this Sith cunt over the Supreme Leader is high treason. I’ll see Sieger Ren at once – and after I return, you will regret placing yourself above him.”

One last glance cast towards Kyrel, a dark promise she intended to fulfil.

“Enjoy being a head higher than me, Kyrel. It won’t stay that way for long.”

 

[Progflaw99]

Outer Rim \\ Varada Sector \\ Skye​

Ren Academy \\ Canaitith Mountains​

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The intensity of the situation in the room had reached a peak. The power of the Force was culminating in what promised to be a torrential outpouring, of blood or something else had yet to be seen. Unbeknownst to the occupants of the room - the rest of the Academy had been confined to quarters, the section in which the Knights and Masters quarreled effectively quarantined. So caught up in the power of the Dark Side and focused on debasing each other they had become that the lack of others in the surrounding chambers and corridors had escaped their notice. What was coming next, no one could prepare for. It started as a sublte waning of the Force, a barely noticeable decrease in the tension surrounding each soul, like the loosening of a python's grip before it was to consume its meal. The Darkness that had been so potent only moments before shifting, the power contained in the room quickly diminishing as an overwhelming thickness tainted the air. It was as if the air itself had begun to solidify into something else - and then it was cut loose.

In a fraction of a second, what had threatened to overcome them all vanished. The stifling oppression of the room suddenly released as if cast free from an invisible bond, as if something in the air itself had shattered and returned - no.. not returned. Like a cord being cut, there was not only emptiness, but an all consuming void. Those in the room would likely feel lost, a shortness of breath as the Force was stripped from their consciousness. Individuals once tapped into the living Force cast adrift into nothingness.

A figure steadily traversing the corridor towards the chamber grinned beneath the cowl of his hood, a glint of polished armour peering out from below the darkened cloak. At his feet, bodies swaying with each step trod a pair of Ysalamir. Their scales carried a pattern painted upon them, crimson red around their eyes. Footsteps quickly brought the figure around the corner to the chamber, though he was not alone. Flanking his every move, shadowed figures numbering eight were with him, another eight yet in their wake. In unison their footsteps padded silently, almost floating across the wooden floor of the Academy. Each one wore a crimson cloak, their armor each different and yet alike.

In the same instant the Force was unceremoniously severed from the grasp of those within the room the doors burst open, slamming against the wooden walls. With surgical precision all guise was cast away, the features of Sieger Ren immediately distinguishable to all, though something had changed. No longer did the visage of an aged man accurately depict the Supreme Lord, elder perhaps though nothing like the man who so recently had met with them all within the Bastion. This was a changed man, a violent man - one brimming with vitality. A certain violence shimmered about his gaze, much like a child in a shop of sweets. Confidently he strode into the room, both lizards encircling him as they took position at his feet. Behind him, the crimson clad retainers swept into the room gracefully - like water rushing around a rock in a stream. Swiftly they moved, weapons raised as they utilized an uncanny precision - the cackle of electricity humming. Force Pikes, some held close and in a collapsed state, others extended - each one extending swiftly as the air hissed with their power.

Over the electrical sizzle of Force Pike contacting those about the room, Sieger's voice, filled with disgust rose above the din.​

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"You petulant children!" he shouted, his eyes wreathed in flame. "I have no time for your petty squabbles, and neither do you. Even now among your brothers and sisters you jockey for an imagined status or position? You bring yourselves shame - and you do me a disservice." ​

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Sieger stood a renewed man, his form standing strong, his armor shining brilliantly in the darkened room. It was almost as if he'd gone back in time, no doubt returned to the former vigor with which he had so long ago led the First Order out of obscurity. A malevolent soul, at his brief nod the pikes would strike forth again at the assembled Knights of Ren. If they would not remember their purpose on their own, Sieger would teach them once more whom they served. As the pikes moved again and again, his words filled the chamber once more.

"Pain retains."​

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[member="Caehl Ren"] | [member="Samka Derith"] | [member="Ara Ren"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"]
[member="Mishel Zanteres"] | [member="Zmej Ren"] | [member="Herodias Ren"] | [member="Jack Napier"]​

[member="Elani Zambrano"] | [member="Varas Kyrel"] | [member="Zesiro"] | [member="Cyril Ren"]
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[Jaron Lesan]

There was one who nearly always refused to participate in such displays of dominance and skill. The more these Ren gathered, the more like Sith they behaved. Jaron had known that world, seen what the destructive evil it could bring upon the galaxy. They did not seek order, only power. The Ren, they were to be something else, devoted to a galaxy where order ruled above Chaos. Their mission was to preserve what the Supreme Leader would build, and to enforce his will. This would not be done with displays of prowess and skill, but through spilling the blood of their enemies. The scout had been gone for a time, his missions taking him from the Ren, but Jaron always found his way back, this time disappointed to see what he had found.

Sitting in the rafters of the training grounds, Jaron listened and observed. He was quiet as his eyes, rimmed with a red hue, fell upon the faces of those familiar to him, and lingered on the ones which were new. Jaron studied them, learned them, memorized them. If he were to return, then he would be of service only to those he deemed worth his time. [member="Ara Ren"] was among them. His former student was not. Jaron sighed as it seemed he had failed again.

Jaron leaped from the rafters to join those who now found themselves lectured by Sieger Ren himself. The Knight of Ren had never answered his call to appear before, and this would likely result in some form of punishment as he dared to reveal his presence now. Whatever their supreme leader saw fit to do, Jaron would accept.

[member="Caehl Ren"] | [member="Samka Derith"] | [member="Ara Ren"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"]
[member="Mishel Zanteres"] | [member="Zmej Ren"] | [member="Herodias Ren"] | [member="Jack Napier"] | [member="Rolf Amsel"]
[member="Elani Zambrano"] | [member="Varas Kyrel"] | [member="Zesiro"] | [member="Cyril Ren"]​

 

[Armand Temi]

“If my father creates another daughter that is his prerogative.” Though inside, Mishel’s statement wounded her far more than she would let on. Varas now longed to rise back to her feet, but the events around her left her paralyzed to move, partially out of fascination. The blonde Disciple could barely meet [member="Mishel Zanteres"]’s gaze, feeling quite sure she would have been the weaker in their sparring match. The pain from the searing slash was easily ignored for the time being.

Brothers, sisters. Daughter of Sieger Ren. Family.

The idea of having a true family caused her to nearly double over with emotion, and she deignited the blade, placing it perpendicular upon the floor in a closed fist. But to forsake Kyrel? Her only true family in the span of her short life?

“It’s a rhetorical question, I suppose,” Varas hissed in a raspy voice.

As she recovered her will to stand, another Ren entered with startling acrimony. Finding her footing again, the young clone clenched and unclenched the fist that did not hold her weapon as her mind was assaulted with yet another barrage of Ren philosophy. Gritting her teeth, she felt rage bubble to the surface, hungry to defend Kyrel from any of the accusations. [member="Zmej Ren"] enlightened the room about the Zambrano’s, the clone tucking that information away to pour over later in her chambers or in her room in the Mustafar castle. When Mishel finally removed her helmet, the curious Disciple assessed her opponent with no judgement, for all she could see was a version of herself staring back. Yet when she realized her father was kneeling… she could barely watch and let her eyes drift down to the floor, content to listen and not witness the sight with her silver-grey eyes.

"And to you, Varas of Kyrel. Do you give up all that you had known before, do you accept the offer to become one of Sieger's own? Do you, brother Kyrel recommit yourself to the words of our father?"

Mishel’s question caught the blonde Disciple off guard as she’d been so focused on the stone pattern upon the floor in an effort to remain calm and unemotional.

Did she have to choose between her father and this Family? Were not they all one and the same?

Varas pondered this as she watched the intensifying conflict around her between [member="Ara Ren"] and Zmej, reeling back a few paces when Sieger Ren himself swept into the room with a type of lizard she’d never seen before. A dark figure jumped down from the ceiling of all places, but at this point, the Disciple would not be surprised if the Dark Lord of the Sith himself would make an appearance - that’s how quickly the training had devolved into a power struggle.

All she could do was sent a mental missive to [member="Kyrel Ren"] with fledgling telepathy. Father, I do not forsake you. And I never will.



[member="Caehl Ren"] [member="Herodias Ren"] [member="Jack Napier"] [member="Rolf Amsel"] [member="Samka Derith"] [member="Elani Zambrano"] [member="Zesiro"] [member="Cyril Ren"] [member="Jaron Lesan"]

 

[Skylar Walker]

So far, Skylar had been standing in the background, anger slowly building up within her. She was in her own state of mind as she watched on from shadows. Agony, pain, anger, fear. Strong emotions that rose through the room giving off quite a feeling. Seeing a certain [member="Kyrel Ren"], anger burned deep. He left her behind and she would have her revenge. Remember he need not, but know her now, he would. She wanted to see him suffer, burn in his own misery. It seemed now, he had moved on, leaving her heart wounded and scarred. It would be his last failure. When he had asked who shall face him first, Skye wished to speak up, but was too perturbed, annoyed and quite honestly, burning in her own anger.

Skye need not pay attention to the action or chatter around. It was all nonsense. He had a so called daughter now. The show was intriguing really, but everyone acted as if they were wild animals going for each other's throats. There was no formality. The faction was falling apart all on its own and from the very inside of itself.

She continued to watch on, a slight smirk on her face as she watched everything. In the teachers absence, the apprentice learned. She learned well and achieved knowledge and powers beyond what she would have known under his tutelage.

~ [member="Caehl Ren"] ; [member="Zmej Ren"] ; [member="Ara Ren"] ; [member="Herodias Ren"] ; [member="Jack Napier"] ; [member="Rolf Amsel"] ; [member="Samka Derith"] ; [member="Elani Zambrano"] ; [member="Zesiro"] ; [member="Cyril Ren"] ; [member="Jaron Lesan"] ~

(Apologies for my delayed response. I've not had much time to sit and look through my notifications.)

 

[Darth Metus]

The hot lash of the pike rang out up Herodias' spine.

His teeth clenched together. The first blow pulled a Savage growl from his mouth. It took him by surprise...yet knowing this was their judgment, the Ren simply braced his hand upon the floor.

And took it.

Again.

And again.

And again.

When it was all said and done, a moment of doubt lingered in his eyes. A moment of wondering if these petulant children could even handle the task of bringing true Order to the Galaxy. How could they contend with with the likes of Darth Moridin if they squabbled like little girls? How could they best the likes of Grandmasters Watts or Wraith if they bickered like elderly women? The simple answer was...they stood not a chance in Hell. And thus, as Herodias lifted up his face, sulfur gazed upon them all.

Hatred. Pure and Raw.

Hatred. Born of Pain and Frustration.

"Thy will be done."

[member="Ara Ren"], @Mishel Zantares, [member="Kyrel Ren"], [member="Jaron Lesan"], [member="Varas Kyrel"], [member="Zmej Ren"], [member="Skylar Walker"]

 

[Zmej Ren]

A terrible cold froze Zmej in place. Much like a sudden and unexpected draught, it gave her goose bumps. Cold beads of sweat bedewed her forehead; a terrifying realization the Force had abandoned her. Cut off without warning, the dark source of power refused to listen, leaving its faithful die of thirst.

With rage and anger rendered useless, the power of passion and strong emotions crippled, Zmej became an ordinary woman who donned heavy armour and wielded a strange selection of weapons. A trained killer still, but ultimately nothing more than ordinary soldiers. This chilling tension was replaced by relief – witnessing none other than the Supreme Leader himself, flanked by guards. The durasteel floor thudded as Zmej bent a knee, head bowed to the Father of Ren.

Eerie silence followed before the Supreme Leader delivered his message and unleashed the dogs. Flooding the chamber and going after the Ren like true bloodhounds, there was no escaping Sieger’s will.

Force pikes showered Zmej’s phrik armour in thunder. Relentless pounding coupled with electricity that would have been deadly to those lacking such strong suit of armour bombarded the kneeling agent, each hit followed by sharp, excruciating pain that understood no bounds. Merciful to the fair-haired Hand’s wishes, the helmet muffled her cries and gasps for air. Violent convulsions shook within the dark shell, promising to teach her the virtue of obedience and duty.

 

[WolfMortum]

He stood before that of [member="Ara Ren"], she of whom had not yet had the chance to react to his urging of her to leave before they were greeted by the malevolence that could only be associated with the presence of the Supreme Leader of their great nation and the all-father of the Order of Ren for whom before him, they were reduced to naught but prey. His words spoken unto the Ren, young and old, were laced in superiority as was rightly his and recognized by all. This was the man who had envisioned it all, the direction and power of the First Order; accompanied by Ysalamir which only echoed their disgrace as it was no doubt meant to deter any from seeking to overcome his authority above them all.

Brennan Cabrol had been little more than a boy the last time he had laid eyes upon Sieger Ren, there where their Lord had demonstrated his power against the foul decision of one of his fellow Disciples having taken it upon themselves to challenge him in arrogance. He remembered the streams of lightening that licked out at the air around the Disciple, the shriek of the fools words cut loose in cries of pain as his flesh seared and burned against the Dark side coursing through out his form. As an initiate to the Ren, Brennan had been taken up by this power, the demonstration a true sign of Sieger's ability to do what was just, in order to attain a final and everlasting peace within the Galaxy against all other feral decadence. Had it been the Supreme Leader to seek to attack he and the Queen of Panatha behind him, then Brennan may likely have given his life freely...-This however was not the case.

Eight in number, they were his Elite Guard, unknown even to the Knights and Masters of the Order of Ren, their identities and origin were a better kept secret than those of the Order itself. The two who would challenge Caehl and Ara Ren however would not be given the same respect as that of Sieger himself. Caehl owed nothing to his Lord's guard, they who sought to strike at him with insult and to sully the name of Ren as if they were unable to hold their own. Their presence was an affront to the Ren of whom were meant to stand guard over the Supreme Leader as they were at this point in time; had the Ren not been so childish and incompetent as they had proven today then perhaps there would have been no need for such a show of force by that of their great leader; yet they had earned the testament to their disgrace all the same.

Direct was his approach, moving to step forward with little hesitation, his body turning sideways as the pikes shot passed him, his hands lifting to parry the shafts of each great lengthy weapon away from his form with open palms before his fingers could curl around the beams that held such brutal blades, the helm of the Disciple turning to look to the closest of the pair, lurching back on the pike in his right hand so that the one that held it against him would be carried with the momentum already in play, directly into Caehl's path, the Disciples forehead meeting the face of the shadowed Elite and with a sickening thud and crack of bone, a splatter of blood that caked the lower portion of Caehl Rens mask, the assailant dropped away, releasing the pike and arming the intended target, for which Caehl would turn and bring upon the second who had failed to meet the Queen that he stood guard over now.

Sweeping out with a controlled turn of his wrist and the power driven behind the hydraulic cybernetic arm replacement, Caehl Ren brought the blunt end of the pike sweeping around to impact violently with the back of the second Elite's head, staggering the figure before pushing the pike that he held tightly still gripped by them both, away and forcing the attacker to stumble backwards that it might retreat within a daze to their illustrious Supreme Leader.

Caehl Ren dared not pursue; there was a line he sought never to cross and while he would stand in the face of any adversary that threatened their Order, he would not defy the father of all. Releasing the pike from his right hand, he let the weapon drop to the floor, turning his gaze upon that of Sieger Ren, soon bending the knee to kneel upon his left and lower his head in respect and compliance.

"Forgive me, My Lord" Caehl spoke clearly though knowing his place, he did not seek to make eye contact as he accepted the guilt and responsibility that was his; "We are yours in strength and loyalty now and always, yet I am to be held accountable for this travesty. It was by my calling that the others assembled here today...-This disgrace to your benevolence is mine to claim".

[member="Elani Zambrano"] | [member="Jack Napier"] | [member="Cyril Ren"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Mishel Zanteres"] | [member="Zmej Ren"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Ara Ren"] | [member="Rolf Amsel"]​

 

[Mishel Kryze]

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JllIcG4DLUQ[/media]


Mishel hadn't the luxury of movement, paralyzed there where she stood not so far behind brother [member="Caehl Ren"] and sister [member="Ara Ren"]. She could see still in her field of vision the errant Knight-Sister [member="Zmej Ren"]. They were all she could see as her body burned within the armor she wore, her cybernetic augmentations would be her downfall as she knelt before her father Seiger. Force Pikes, the electricity it all combined to overwhelm her body, her neuro-transponder shorted out bringing the girl down to the floor in a prone position. The energy required to even raise herself had been arrested, her father had been right.

They had reduced themselves to the likes of those they wished to be the better of.

Brothers and sisters squabbling, fighting. For no reason, when they all served the same purpose.

She had goaded this on, she knew, she had been insulted when she needed not be. Mishel had felt disrespect when there was none to be had, for she had not even earned the right to be respected. The pulses of electricity continued to beat against her muscles, and torture her veins they would be made to heel on this day and relearn their place in the order but further more their place in her father's hierarchy.

"Father, forgive me," she gasped, her eyes burned with their orange, fire-like hues. "For I have sinned."

[member="Herodias Ren"] | [member="Elani Zambrano"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Varas Kyrel"] | [member="Rolf Amsel"] | [member="Cyril Ren"] | [member="Jack Napier"]

 

[Jack Napier]

Not flinching as he saw through [member="Zmej Ren"]'s attack, he was about to aim for her exposed neck, before a shout stopped him in his tracks. He dropped his dagger and stood to attention. Realizing the weight of their situation, he quietly scoffed. Then, a powerful presence entered the room. It was only that of the Supreme Leader. Luckily dodging the strikes from the force pike, Jack bowed in respect. Surprised that the Supreme Leader had showed up, he smirked with his head down. There was no more need for him to fight.

 

[Cyril Ren]

[member="Zesiro"] appeared to be in great pain, which didn't bother Cyril in the slightest. Instead she just scoffed. *She's either faking or just really weak* Cyril thought obviously annoyed by the attempt to get her to to show sympathy. Flinching when [member="Zesiro"] changed course from trying to attack her shoulder, she backed up. Unfortunately she didn't have enough time to dodge the mild strike on her face. It scratched her cheek a little bit, and bled only slightly. Full of anger, she got ready to charge.

Cyril stopped abruptly when a strange figure yelled "SILENCE!" Turning to face the brunette girl who spoke, she gave off a commanding aura. From as far as Cyril could tell, the woman was not a Master. When she introduced herself, Cyril couldn't care less. Until one dominating aura that no one could resist entered the room.

The older man that had entered the room was one that everyone recognized. As he scolded everyone for putting themselves before his will, she kneeled down ashamed of herself. "I am sorry Father." Cyril muttered, as she felt her powers weakening. The lizard-like creatures were scuttling around Sieger Ren. He then ordered his guards to strike them with their force pikes. Seeing as she had no armor, they only lightly struck her once. But the electric shock that was sent through her body was more than enough punishment. Whatever would happen next, she did not know.

[member="Kyrel Ren"] [member="Rolf Amsel"] [member="Shango"] [member="Ara Zambrano"] [member="Jack Napier"] [member="Varas Kyrel"]