Cake and Daggers (OS Dominion of Mindabaal)

[Mythos]

Objective: Wedding Bells
Allies: My Dear Master [member="Darth Ophidia"] and the OS
Enemies: Everyone else
3/20
Animus was enjoying his time with [member="Sage Bane"] and the others but apparently something was causing a ruckus. Noticing that his friend [member="Darth Erebos"] was currently headed into the upper rooms with quite the catch. "Princes eh? Nice.." Animus laughed under his breath as he stepped closer now to the Betrothed and her Groom. Animus shook his head as the proceeding went. He was accustomed to the Royals and the big ceremonies of the Royal family. Animus stood for a long while talking and exchanging words of plenty and politics with the more, prominent nobles and politicians as the Wedding ceremony continued. Suddenly... a Fierce Roar of a voice and a presence Animus knew too well swept him like a blanket and enveloped him... It was time... Glorious...

Animus unclipped his lightsaber and dropped his robe as a Single Sarlacc Swipe from Shi-cho sent the entire table before him back with their chests open from the strike. Two blaster shots were deflected from Animus and redirected at other guests. Animus stretched one hand and his fingers stretched twistedly sending a blast of Force Lightning at the guards that sent them to the ground howling in pain. Animus stepped over the Table not letting up in his lightning assault feeding off the screams of Agony and Pain to fill his power even further. By the time Animus was above them, they were already dead.

Glee and Joy spread over Animus' face as he sliced anyone and everyone his his way in effortless Juyo on the way to the Bride.

"Master!! Master!!" Animus yelled while he laughed psychotically decapitating guests and servants alike, Guardsmen and anyone else who just so happened to pass by his side. With one hand he stretched out and dropped the Giant Chandelier the size of a Fighter. The Chandelier was made of Crystals and as it fell killing bystanders below it it also bathed the room in a shower of Glowing beautiful crystals. Stretching another hand he Force Pushed a guard through a window sending him falling down a good 4 stories. The Blue Hum of his lightsaber was as calming and as Beautiful as ever.. it quickly turned from Blue Light into death Bringer as it smacked into the chest of a Guardsmen close to Ophidia. "Master!! It would seem i don't have a date!" Animus laughed and screamed, Blasting with Force Lightning anything that got close.

 

[Darth Timoris]

[4/20]​

Objective: Wedding Bells
Location: Palace
Allies: [member="Vengeance"]
Enemies: A simple misunderstanding

Melori listened to Vengeance. She stared into his eyes and hung on his every word. She was smitten and expected her face to tell the story her lips could not share.

So she followed his train of thought, keen to hear where it would go. Desperate to hear the words that would make her heart sing. It almost came as a shock to her she thought that way. But here and now, with the wine and the proximity, she knew in her heart he was the one. She was brash and made a lot of noise - but then so do many empty vessels. She'd dated boys but here was a man. And one she wanted.

His words were more melodic than the band playing in the background, so perfectly formed were the words and the sentiment. Until...

"See I once met a woman in the armpit of the Galaxy....You are enticing but you are not her."

His smile was like a knife in her heart. She smiled falsely to him and adjusted her chair, so as to better see the bride and groom, whilst at the same time turning her back on him. It was all she could do to stop her irises morphing yellow.

The killing could not come soon enough...

 

[Rapax]

[3/20]
Objective: 1. Wedding Bells. Dance -> Slaughter.
Location: Royal Palace.
Allies: One sith.
Enemies: the guests

The moment naga saw the signal he wasted no time he went into his wolf like form and in one swoop he punctured to guard's in the chest with his sharp claws. His hearts where in his hands when he pulled out the still beating hearts from their chests and then started carving into all who where near with his claws and teeth, the time to kill has finally come and he made sure to enjoy every moment of it, he even used the dismembered limbs of his victims to attack the guards that would charge him before ripping there pikes out of there clutches, and like javelins threw them at two more guards that would rush at him before using his blade to slash the two disarmed guard's necks letting them fall to the ground, as blood flowed freely from their body's to the floor for all to slip and fall in for him to kill and devour.

 

[Nomkneer]

Objective: 2- Trample Rebel and Royalist forces alike. Seize control of government and military buildings.
Location: hidden within the goverment and military buildings of Mindbaal
Allies: [member="Animus Malgus"] [member="Darth Ophidia"]
Enemies: Mindabaal Military forces
1/20

Waiting to strike at the signal of the [member="Darth Ophidia"], this was a mission to be handled with most cautiousness. Nomkneer hidding in secrecy with his assasination and hunting skills(human,beast)he stayed alert as the enemies passed by and walked by him, after finally finishing passing through the hideout of Nomkneer, All of them without knowing had theyre backs turned against him, letting Nomkneer have an opportunity to deliver a very quickly assasination massacre, but it was not the time because Lord Ophidia did not give the command. So he wathed theyre tracks, where they leading and in what direction were they headed to as Nomkneer had a thought in his mind to kill them one by one from the soldiers in the back leading to the front without them noticing soldiers left, so with his telekinesis he made 6 hidden burials with leaves and twigs and all sorts of finds that would make the burials almost undetectable.

As the soldiers went by and the last soldier of the group passed, he was left behind, and some others too, about 6 of them, the other forces kept on going with haste, forgetting to make sure that all soldiers were in the Mindabal forces were in count, Nomkneer observed that, and after a few yards he leaped from stump to tump attaching to theyre backs, hidden from the forces, Nomkneer out of desperation went closer with his silent moves as the 6 guards that were keeping behind were slowly theyre pace because of exhaustion. Nomkneer took this oportunity and he made an instant assasination and killed all 6 soldiers and decapitated them all, as the decapitation was done he instantly grabbed the helmets and the clothing that were not tainted in blood, and he wore it, and after, he used his telekinesis to put the dead bodies inside the 6 burials and burried the earth ontop using the force. It was almost impossible to find for the burials were 2.5 feet under and the earth that was put on top was pushed towards the barrier to make it flat. As he headed to the forces walking with them, posing as an ally he waited to get closer and closer until he could get to the commander, he started killing the enemy forces from the back, this time 1 by one every 5 to 6 minutes but only the ones that seemed not important to them, and the only thing he had apart from his both hidden lightsabers was, his dagger with the mysterious alchemy his dad left to him, it was dull in its blade, but for a pierce and kill, it was perfect! Nomkneer started taking down the ones that either left behind or did the wrong thing like go take a leak and such other examples, and he took the opportunity and he stabbed them eliminating the forces one by one with silence discretion and infiltration, a talent that Nomkneer did not discover... until today...

 

[Kenrath]

Objective: Wedding Bells
Location: Palace
Allies: [member="Darth Timoris"]
Enemies: Time and Rejection
[5/20]


Vengeance watched as her body turned away from him with a frown. It was a action that was out of character for her. Melori didn't turn her back on anyone. Even in that cave on Dagobah leading the group through the swamp she had occasionally looked back. No something was wrong. Maybe she didn't like his answer, maybe she didn't like his story.

He glanced towards the proceedings before looking back at her. He had already crossed the line today, a line he probably should not have crossed. With that in mind Vengeance leaned over Melori's shoulder his whispering to her risky a broken nose or worse.

"That woman I speak of, the one in which no other woman in the galaxy can never measure up to................." "That woman is you." "It is ok if you don't feel the same way Melori but in my eyes there is nobody that will ever be as good as you." "Not even the force itself could change the way I feel about you."

He looked around the room before whispering back to her.

"Think about it." "This could be us, it could be you and I up there."

He chuckled.

"Albeit with a much different ending than the one planned today."

Vengeance leaned back in his seat to put his focus back on the ceremony. Even as he did though he could not help but keeping looking back at her...........well her back. He laughed marveling at how a bloody thirsty murder could find happiness in the idea of a peaceful wedding.

 

[Darth Ophidia]

[8/20]
Objective: 1. Wedding Bells. Taking the throne.
Location: Royal Palace, throne.
Allies: All the pretty Sithies.
Enemies: Pesky guests.

[member="Animus Malgus"] fought with unmatched fervour as always. His display of swordsmanship and the way he threw Force abilities around was nothing short of reckless, yet effective.

Darth Ophidia’s right hand closed as a sickening crunch sounded from the King’s neck. The Queen kicked desperately as she shouted an inaudible ‘no’. As Ophidia dropped the King’s limp body, the Queen reached out her hand towards the corpse. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head while tears streamed down her cheeks. The Bride moved her hand quickly up towards the roof, sending the queen smashing into the tall ceiling of the Throne Room. From there, she brought her hand swiftly down. As a result of which, the Queen’s barely conscious body crashed down on the stone steps in front of the throne with a distinctly wet sound.

“I am sure you will find someone, my apprentice. There are plenty of women in the crowd, or men. Whichever you prefer.”

Ophidia gripped her Prince by the collar and dragged him over his parents’ corpses before dropping his unconscious body in the Queen’s seat. Ophidia turned around and beheld the slaughter that unfurled throughout the room. A subtle motion of her right hand pulled the King’s crown from his head and brought it to her hand. She tossed it into the air with a bit of a spin; it landed on and dangled from one of the spires of the King’s throne. Her red eyes surveyed the attack, picking out targets and potential threats already.

 

[Mythos]

Objective: Wedding Bells Make My Master Proud
Allies: OS
Enemies: Pompous politicians and Guard
4/20

Animus laughed as his Master spoke to him while she was killing, By the Force she was a beast! Watching as a child watches a superhero he saw the Queen's body smash up, then smash down effortlessly, the sound the hag made as she smacked the floor was... Wonderful.
Animus jumped to where his master was, and pulled his lightsaber out of the Chest of the Guard it had stuck on ripping it out while his corpse was split in two by the Massive heave of force.

He blocked blaster shots and redirected it, Animus was under heavy fire and took this chance to practice a bit of Soresu and Shi-cho to redirect the blaster fire back to specific positions. Easier said than done.

Animus was hard pressed to redirect the blaster shots back to their initial shooters but after taking a potshot to the elbow that ripped more than a fair chunk of flesh the pressure was on and so was the focus.

"It seems they want to play Rough!" Animus laughed while looking at his elbow that was right now bare to the bone. Pain shot through Animus like a tidal wave of surging power. Using it as focus he stood up from his cover and began deflecting the blasts left and right with Soresu. Animus had this bad custom to take times of life and death and use them to train skills he had no idea how to use. Like the Time he tried to Out-Makashi [member="Vengeance"] in a duel when he knew nothing about the style. However as each blaster shot was deflected the Soresu "Way" became more and more fluent, the words in the texts made more and more sense and after a while. Suddenly one Guard charged at him.

Looking at him master he shouted. "Look Master! No hands!" Holding his hands up, Somersaulting and locking his legs around his neck Then using the force, he moved to the side and snapped his neck

 

[Lord Ajihad]

[3/20]
Objective: 1
Allies: OS
Enemies: Anyone who is not OS

Ajihad would nod in acknowledgement to [member="Darth Vizios"]'s command. He and the third Marine platoon were currently staring through the windows, sniper rifles in hand. Meanwhile, the fourth platoon was busy setting up remote charges just about everywhere around the city. Some were in civilian attire, discreetly placing the bobs throughout the plaza. The rest were in uniform, putting charges all over one wall of the palace. They had just finished setting up when [member="Darth Ophidia"] activated the signal.

As soon as all of his men were back inside the building, he pressed a button on his wrist pad. Immediately, random area in the below plaze started to explode. The noise was ridiculously loud, which was good. Normally, Ajihad would use stealth and subterfuge. However, now, big explosions were key to breaking an enemy's morale. Sometime during the slew of explosions, the special package activated, completely destroying the western wall. The main four platoons fired grappling hooks across the gap, and started rope-bridging into the palace. Two men would stand guard at each end, defending the bridge from attack while the others crossed.

However, as rehearsed, Ajihad would not be entering the palace. The men would instead be led by Captain Nexu, the company commander. The assassin would stay behind and snipe along with the third platoon. As the other men crossed, the snipers took out the main threats. The most deadly thing to his fellow Sith would be the enemy snipers, which could take them out from a distance. However, that issue would soon be resolved as Ajihad and his men started dropping bodies. He grinned. Hopefully this would lure [member="Kaia Starchaser"] right to the scene of the battle...

 

[Sage Bane]

Objective: 1, Fade to black somewhere
Location: Royal Palace
Allies: [member="Kinsey Starchaser"]
Enemies: Blood and gore probably

When Kinsey whirled around to face Sage, her voice was full of playful temptation. Her hands clawed at his white dress shirt as she pulled him closer for a ferocious kiss. The edge of his jealousy dulled when her lips met his. The room and all its persnickety nobles seemed to fade away, tunneling his vision on her, his lovely Acolyte. His hands had just begun their fugitive exploration all over her body, when suddenly out of the corner of his eye, he saw a fountain of blood. He blinked furiously. A decapitated head went flying, severed by Animus Malgus' red blade. Karking hell. Could there be a worse time for this massacre to start?

Knowing that the sight would traumatize his Acolyte into a decidedly unromantic mood, Sage put two hands on Kinsey's shoulders and turned her away from the bloodshed. Grabbing two more glasses of champagne, he hurried her in the direction of a turbolift. Behind them, horrified shrieks pierced through the wedding hall along with a foul squishing sound.

"You and me. Upstairs. Now." he purred into her ear. With a simple hand wave, the two royal guards let them through. Blocking her view of the chaos, Sage herded her into the turbolift with his body. When the door finally hissed closed, his shoulders slumped with relief. Sage frantically began to remove his jacket and dress shirt, attacking his blissfully unaware apprentice with kisses until they reached the upper levels of the royal palace.

 

[Darth Ferus]

[3/20]
Objective: 1. Wedding Bells, maybe some training.
Location: Royal Palace.
Allies: [member="Darth Ophidia"] [member="Sage Bane"] [member="Ruby Wilded"] [member="Lord Ajihad"] [member="Animus Malgus"] [member="Darth Erebos"] [member="Gnosi"] [member="Xavka Duquo"]
Enemies: Everyone.

And there it was! The signal he had awaited so long. A dark grin overtook his features as he watched the blood letting. Oh no, he was not going to participate. Instead, the Sith Lord walked towards the center of the room, his arms swaying back and forth like a man lost to the music of a symphony. Truly, this was bliss. Under his breath he spoke within the ancient Sith Tongue, and it became clear what he was doing.

Within the stone floor the ground shook. Slowly it rose, morphed, took shape. A hollow basin. All around the blood spilled by the eager would begin to crawl along the ground it was originally left to dry on. The screams of the damned continued to ring in Ferus's ears, and he allowed it to move him to his core. The blood trails would slither their way up the side of the basin, pulling over it's edge to rest within. Ever so slowly the basin would fill to it's brim, full from the offering the Sith were so kind to give.

All at once the Shadow's chant ended, and both hands rested over the bubbling blood.

"And so it begins."

Lightning flashed from his fingers as Ferus charged the alchemic waters, turning this blood letting into a complete and full basin worthy of any Alchemist. Once he was finished, he glanced about the room, a smile wide on his face.

"Who wishes to learn the ancient art of Alchemy?"

 

[Rapax]

[4/20]
Objective: 1. Wedding Bells,
Location: Royal Palace.
Allies: Darth Ophidiahttp://starwarsrp.net/user/7973-darth-ophidia/http://starwarsrp.net/user/7973-darth-ophidia/ Sage Banehttp://starwarsrp.net/user/6835-sage-bane/ Ruby Wildedhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/6772-ruby-wilded/ Lord Ajihad Animus Malgus Darth Erebos Gnosi Xavka Duquo
Enemies: Everyone.

Naga saw what had occurred and dropped the corpse of a ripped in half guard he had recently killed. He knew this was his opportunity to learn, To finally grow in strength and dive into the ancient art of alchemy. He made his way up to ferus slicing any patron or guard that got in his way and keeled down before ferus blood soaked his very body. and with the voice of one who was willing to give anything to learn he spoke not makeing eye contact with [member="Darth Ferus"]'s eyes. " I am willing to learn what you have to teach Lord Ferus."

 

[Aidan Moonrunner]

Objective: 1, Kill some fools.
Location: Royal Palace
Allies: Da Sith
Enemies: Partygoers
Post Count: 2/20

Finally. The time had come.
As [member="Darth Ophidia"] began the slaughter, a smile lit up Nox's face. As her fellow Sith began killing the wedding goers, the assassin reached down and tore off the bottom of her dress, revealing the multiple weapons strapped to her thighs, and allowing her a full range of motion.

She drew one of her knives from it's sheath on her thigh, and sunk it into the neck of a victim. Nox then ripped the knife across his throat, basking in the blood that sprayed onto her face. This. This was what she was made for, what she was meant for. To kill, to bathe in the blood of the weak.

With a satisfied smile on her face, her other hand reached to her thighs to unsheathe another knife, and threw herself into the panicked crowd, into spilling the life nectar of these weaklings.

 

[Atham'aali'kema]

Objective: Wedding bells
Location: Royal Palace
Allies: Who knows...
Enemies: An end to a wonderful evening
Post Count: 1/20

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mDBiPOBBpAY​

The bow that preceded the blood. The cloaked figure, sated with the tones of the ceremony and the knowledge gained from the ritual, scowled at the initiation of this particular act. An assassination planned from the beginning, a day of celebration turned against those amidst the celebration. A betrayal more fowl than the rotting slump of a vonduun carcass, splashing and bouncing against the marsh shores. But for all his care towards the end of the charade, Maalik couldn't seem to hold on to that irritation for more than the fleeting moments that reciprocated in such unrestrained bloodshed. Death, dismemberment, joy. One of these things wasn't like the other but for the life of him, he couldn't place it.

A body turns from the carnage, the mind follows and through orbs nestled atop sinking cheek bones, he approached the punch stand. Pulling his hood down to reveal the vongformed face of a former Chiss, he inspected the station. Clear cups, bowl, little bits of treats, cheese, crackers. Foreign words spoken from a memory he no longer retained, a shiver would run down his spine at the recollection. Like speaking a language he failed to understand, the concept was entirely alien and removed. Shaking his head, he lifted the cup and lifted the filled spoon to the mouth. Down the hatch, he mouthed, as he felt the table shake.

Stepping back, succinct investigation would reveal the image of a crouching woman. Tears down the cheeks, ravines of black makeup, and that high pitched whimper. Maalik winced, squinting an eye as he turned to see the bloodshed around him. How wasteful, he thought, as he shook his head and drank of the fruitful punch. Bland, as everything else. He made no attempt to reveal the woman, though he considered telling her to hide. But in the end, he didn't really seem to care all that much about her fate. More the principle of the matter that if anyone should understand the notion of the loss and the weight it carries, the Sith should. But this...

This was just reckless abandon. And it interested him beyond his own admittance.

 

[Sethra]

[4/20]

Objective: 1
Location: Royal Palace
Allies: Sith
Enemies: Everyone else



The droid stepped into the royal palace, finding dead men scattered across the floor. There were only few trying to fight back hopelessly, for they were outnumbered. Having just mastered using his lightsaber, he charged into battle with his lightsaber at his side. He lunged at one, with his right hand on their left shoulder, sending the saber through the chest of his opponent. It was like this for some time, before he decided he had afflicted enough pain into the enemy. There was no chance anyone could turn the tide of the battle. The Sith was too strong in this scenario. He performed his trained stance, seeing if he could get any practice with it. He sent the saber through multiple people.

He was surprisingly fast, easily catching up to the snobs that were the royal family. He kept an eye out for the prince, because if he died, this was all for naught. As he walked up to all of the remaining victims, they each darted in the opposite direction. There was the faint sound of metal meeting the cold, hard ground.

​"I'm​​ afraid your time is up, sir," he​​ walked up to a defenseless man, ready to strike before he felt a slight pain in his back. He turned to find a man with a blaster who took a well-aimed shot. He sprinted towards the man, who was back towards the gates. He leapt into the air with a spin, having a blaster shot ricochet off of it. He landed, having his saber at his side. He reaches the man, spinning the saber over his head, sinking it into the oppressor.

 

[Kaia Starchaser]

Kaia had orders. Sure, she might be working, unknown to the outside observers, mind you, for the Underground, with a ship that was a registered cargo ship. Company ship, privately owned, shell company that lead to a dead end office on Corelllia. Or, Brokellia, thanks Sith. Her family’s homeworld destroyed by the Sith. The networks weren’t talking about it, but she knew the truth. Maybe that was part of her father’s reason against the Sith, but for her? She just didn’t like them.

Over confident, and way too ‘do everything’ not enough focus. There wasn’t enough specialists. It made fighting them directly a trick. But when the bodies started dropping, Kaia wasn’t looking in the Force. She didn’t trust it to hunt with. She trusted instruments, which meant she was following some GPS to some location that may have Sith, or may have a good vantage point.

She wasn’t here to fight. She was here to distract, and if the locals were running somewhere? If she noticed the police units? She’d probably follow them, to make sure the Underground weren’t getting spotted. Running guns was serious business. The Light Side Heroine was working on spotting areas and pulling in data for the Underground, while trying to find the Sith.

Probably would help if she used the Force to find them.

But her father did that, and everyone sees how well that goes.

 

[Darth Pyrrhus]

[2/20]​

Objective: Getting my dance
Allies: [member="Darth Azurea"], [member="Darth Noxia"], [member="Darth"] Vizas

Distracted by his thoughts, he had almost missed [member="Vengeance"] who passed by, offering his greetings. Pyrrhus nodded and offered a friendly smile. He appeared warmer, the Togruta. Despite giving off the impression of being someone of power and authority, he carried himself in a manner that almost made him seem friendly and approachable. All a part of the charade, of course. It wouldn’t do if he played forever serious and obviously Sith. And so, the exchange between the two colleges seemed very friendly. It wasn’t too far from the truth. The sight of Marcus Nichols, as he called himself, brought back memories to the subjugation of Glee Anselm and the extermination of the Anselmi. Good times.

For most of the procession, Pyrrhus seemed distracted. It was as if he wasn’t even there, mind drifting off to mull over more interesting matters. He faded to the background, and hid in plain sight. The ripple of dark energy emanating from Setzi’s finger tips to his brought him back, and he shot her a playful, affectionate look. She seemed to be enjoying herself. It pleased him, though he would be very curious to observe her reaction to what came later. Would she scream? Would she hide? Or would she join in?

More familiar faces showed up. [member="Darth Noxia"] he knew well. She was one of those individuals who found themselves within his close inner circle, among those he dared refer to as friends. He wasn’t familiar with her date, but Pyrrhus shot him a cordial nod, before returning his focus to Noxia. “Small galaxy, isn’t it? How great to see you, Greta. You look stunning as ever” Pyrrhus said with a smile that he was sure sold the act he was playing. Of course, this was no mere coincidence, but very much an arranged event. As she finally introduced her date, Pyrrhus turned to him and said “A pleasure to meet you, Xander. I am Tanek”

And then the bride came. The executioner was for once dressed in white and led to the gallows to the sound of music, awed gasps and hushed compliments. It was like they were in some mirrorverse. Touches of manipulated affection were given, and the King’s speech was held. He didn’t stutter, and pushed the event ahead gracefully. After vows exchanged, and a kiss to seal the deal, it was time to celebrate. And time to close the gates.

While Pyrrhus was fairly content with the act he was playing, Ophidia’s intrigue was splendid. The things she endured… But how well she played her role! It was hard not to choke on his drink as he saw her fake a lack of knowledge of the blade, as she leaned on the prince to carve the cake. It was the funniest thing that had happened all day. He wanted to burst out laughing, but he contained himself. His morbid sense of humour would only jeopardise their scheme.

Finally, the newly wed moved to the dance floor. As was tradition, they would be offered the first dance. The air was pregnant with expectation. Half the room’s hearts melted, observing royal love, a union that became the symbol of hope and a prosperous future. The other half prepared for war. Tanek Santii took the hand of his date, and elevated them both from their seated positions.

Guards came in. Clearly, someone had not been able to stick with the plan. Little did it matter. “Shall we dance, my dear?” the Togruta said to the woman at his side. His steps did not falter as the Crown Prince fell. “[member="Darth Azurea"]” despite what he had told her earlier, he did not call her by her given name. Now, it was time for her to step into the role of Darth, and the person she claimed to be. In the distance, [member="Darth Ophidia"] roared. It had begun.

The music stopped. The building filled with chaos and horrified shrieks, coming from those unfortunate enough to not be in on this most macabre practical joke. Blaster bolts flew from one side to the other, lightsabers hissed and carved deep into the flesh of the weak. There was even lightning. Truly, the party had escalated rather quickly. But what Darth Pyrrhus did was not draw his blade. He merely guided his woman to the very centre of the floor, where the bride and groom had danced only moments ago. “Welcome to the One Sith. Welcome to the Dark Side.” Of course, she had been introduced long ago, but he did not think she had witnessed a carnage such as this up close before. His left hand grasped hers, while his right found itself to her waist. “Peace is a lie, there is only passion.” one-two-three, one-two-three, pivot “Through passion, I gain strength” murder and mayhem could wait, he would have his dance. “Through strength, I gain power” the couple turned, rotating as he swept her across the room in a beautiful waltz. She was not the only one who had practiced and prepared for this event. “Through power, I gain victory, and through victory, my chains are broken” he completed the reciting of the Sith Code. It felt fitting that someone did it, in the middle of all this slaughter. This particular Sith Knight didn't seem to have a single care in the world.
“Embrace who you are, Azurea. Embrace the Dark Side. Embrace me. And the galaxy is yours” ah, but he had misspoke, as he forgot a minor detail. "Nay... Ours"

 

[Darth Ophidia]

[9/20]
Objective: 1. Wedding Bells. Taking the throne.
Location: Royal Palace.
Allies: All the pretty Sithies.
Enemies: Pesky guests.

Seeing as the slaughter went quite swimmingly, Darth Ophidia sat down on the throne and crossed her legs. A serpent emerged from under her skirt, and another climbed over her shoulder. Her Tsaisibola and her Nagajj. They hissed at each other, but because they were both bonded to Ophidia, they did not attack. The white Nagajj slithered over Ophidia’s shoulder and down her arm. Its’ red eyes peered out over the bloodshed surrounding them, and through its’ eyes, so did Ophidia see. The Taisibola slithered up Ophidia’s arm and up the back of the throne until it clutched onto the tallest of the spires on the wooden seat.

The Rattataki’s hand formed a cone, asking the readied serpent to prepare for attack. When she swayed her hand to the right or left, so did the Tsaisibola. She was teaching it to adhere to her hand-signals so to better use it for stealthy kills. Darth Ophidia’s hand extended, pointing at a guard fighting his way to the foot of the steps before the throne. The guard had a mind to killing the usurper to the throne, but found himself pressed. He turned his head to the side to see the captain of the guard slashed in twain, and before he could return to his sworn task, the Tsaisibola lept from its perch. The flattened body of the serpent floated through the air and coiled around the would-be-hero's neck. A gurgle escaped his mouth as he tried to grip the serpentine form and release its' strangling hold. However, as he raised his hand, the Tsaisibola set its fangs in his wrist and injected the highly potent tsaisi venom into his bloodstream. Finished with its’ task, the Tsaisibola let go of the man’s neck and slithered to the floor. Darth Ophidia called it back with another hand movement. The serpent settled around her feet and watched, waiting. The guard took one further step, clutching his fists in a valiant effort to persist in his task. On the next attempted step, he collapsed. Ophdia looked into his eyes as he cursed under his last breath. His left and clutched around his weapon and then went limp as he joined the Force.

From there, the Rattataki lifted her eyes to see [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] and [member="Darth Azurea"] dancing a beautiful waltz on the dance-floor. She smiled as their graceful forms twirled and glided through the steps. A centre of romance amidst the chaos of a coup. How adorable.

 

[Shaddi]

[4/20]
Objective: 1. Wedding Bells, maybe some training. 5
Location: Royal Palace.
Allies: [member="Darth Ophidia"] [member="Sage Bane"] [member="Ruby Wilded"] [member="Lord Ajihad"] [member="Animus Malgus"] [member="Gnosi"] [member="Darth Ferus"]
Enemies: no one.
Gear: Formal overcoat, Formal wear, His lightsaber, Tonka Amulet.

“What are you doing here? Where is the Princess? Where is Lord Devron? Answer quickly” The guard captain commanded of him... of him, he thought what a novel concept that was. It was like the cow asking the man not to kill it and eat it. "Well gentlemen I simply did this." He said his mouth forming a malicious smile as his hands were raised as if he was conducting a symphony before him, he used two charges from his amulet for this though.
Red lightning erupted out from the ground in front of the guards and headed straight for them, as suspected most put their weapons in front of them to cover, those that could react anyway. The others were fried in and instant and fell back a blackened husk the others had to let go of their weapons due to the electricity but were then met with their own peoples weapons, skewering them up and against the walls. T'zantih simply stood there with his smile still across his face, a single guard still alive and his fear was so thick he could almost taste it.
The guard began to run back, followed by T'zanith in a nonchalant walk down the stairs leading into the grand hall were the slaughter was well on it's way. The guard only got to see [member="Darth Ophidia"] sitting on the throne with the slaughter going around her before a sudden hum erupted behind him. The man's breath was caught in his throat and then he looked down, seeing the black cored, red rimmed lightsaber sticking out of his chest cavity.
As T'zanith turned his saber of the man fell to the floor like a rag doll thrown away. He began to move into the crowd as if he was both dancing within and conducting the slaughter as fire erupted from the air around him and moving around him, in the form of snakes to begin with then the two snakes landed on either side of him and formed Fiery Tuk'ata who immediately flung themselves into the crowd, ripping and burning everything in their path.
He kept dancing around before he stopped in front of [member="Darth Timoris"] in a courteous bow, his hand outstretched for her to take should she wish. "Might I have this dance my lady?" He said in his silvery yet husky voice almost like he was half singing along with the annihilation that was going on around them. He was in a rare mood, the energy around them was so easy to feed of off that it lightened his mood, he felt like singing again but he had simply kept that to himself for now at least. Once the slaughter was fully over he'd join [member="Darth Ferus"]'s little class in the middle of the hall.

 

[Judah Lesan]

[7/20]
Objective: Attend the Royal Wedding
Allies: [member="Darth Noxia"] | [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] | [member="Darth Azurea"] | [member="Darth Ophidia"]
Enemies: Lousy Musicians

The signal had sounded as Xander finished the toast. His glass was drained rather quickly and dropped to the floor. The glass shatered on contact with the hard surface, and a had was offered to his date. She was very beautiful, and the time had come for their beauty to become something quite deadly.

A waltz had begun, and there was nothing more than Xander enjoyed at weddings than dancing. While his flirtatious and hold additude had been rather suggestive of his intentions for later, Vizios would be content with what was about to happen. As the killing began, Xander let one of his twin hilts drop from his sleeve, and ignited the violet blade. Swinging it as one of the guests ran by attempting to escape. The head rolled from the body to the floor, stopping at Xander's feet.

"Dance with me," he stated to Greta. "Have you danced with a blade before?"

 

[Darth Timoris]

[Post=5/20]​

Objective: Wedding Bells
Location: Palace
Allies: [member="Vengeance"]
Enemies: Timing

She felt the rage building inside her. If nothing else it would help her upcoming fight – but for now she had to keep it bottled up, she didn’t dare allow it to surface for fear of sharing her true identity.

In the same instance she felt red-hot and ice-cold. The conflicting emotions playing turmoil with her head. And she sensed him coming close. She smelled his cologne and the warmth of his breath on her shoulders, on her neck. The hairs rose automatically.

"That woman I speak of, the one in which no other woman in the galaxy can never measure up to…That woman is you."

The remainder of the words were superfluous. On another day, another time, she would have pushed him onto the table and…well…you know. And deciding not to was actually a challenge for her.

At the very least she wanted to turn to face him, to tell him what his words meant. But she was arrogant and still a little stubborn. He’d revealed his feelings and she didn’t want to give in too quickly. Part of her was rather enjoying being in control.

But she couldn’t maintain the charade forever…for more than a few moments in fact.

‘You and me…later…up there…when it’s all over.’

No sooner had the words been gently pressed to his mind than she turned and flashed him a wicked smile. For right now they had work to do.