Down With The Sickness ( Spencer/Ashin)

[Arumi Zy]

Korriban

The home world of the sith, the ancient seat of power for what were once the galaxies most feared and powerful beings. Now, a bastion of rot and decay as the weak had taken power and removed the ancient order of two. No longer did the sith train to over throw their master and to train their own apprentice to further the agenda. No longer did the sith manipulate the entire galaxy from the shadows to forge their own Empires.
No this sickness , this infection must die, this new breed of sith must be destroyed to the last and the only place to start was the source of the taint. The so called Sith Empress, Darth Fidelis had studied her and those who called themselves masters for weeks. He had planned every move and every action he could to put them in positions that would give him every opportunity he needed to slay them one by one and restore the sith order to the heights of its power. Now he moved through the catacombs working his way closer to the palace, closer to his prey.
He had picked this moment for two reasons, most of the “Sith “ that guarded her or were allied with her were off world and she was with her pet. She would be vulnerable to attack and would be much precious time before any reinforcements could reach them. He planned to kill both of them long before the others could arrive, to destroy them and leave their bodies scattered as a warning and a grim message to the others death comes.
“ I’m coming for you Empress” he hissed under his breath.

 

[Allyson Locke]

Of course the Empress was with her pet (-_-). The time that they shared was valuable since they were constantly busy. Spencer was always away focusing on her development and Ashin busy with being the Empire. After giving her report on the matters that were going on within the faction, Spencer sat upon Ashin’s lap and kissed softly against the woman’s face. Her hands holding tightly, fingertips pressed into the woman’s shoulders massaging her while she remained close. These times were precious and Spencer looked forward to her time with the Empress.

Leaning back slightly, she removed the mask from her face. Her bright smile spread across her face while her arms draped over Ashin’s shoulders.

“The teachers you’ve provided have been rather amazing, but I still have to say you’re always my favorite”

She played with Ashin’s hair as she spoke; admiring the woman as she usually did when they were alone. Something in the back of her mind sparked, something was off this evening. Looking over her shoulder, she peered towards the doors to the throne room.

“Something’s coming Mita’wa”

@[member="Ashin Varanin"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

Ashin looked past the shoulder of her First Apprentice, her own little Darth Vader, and squinted at the door. "You're right," she said. "You're more sensitive than I am, lover. Not sure what's coming, or who, but..."

The doors were the only entrance -- the only possible way into the room apart from taking out a wall. And the doors were locked. Not impenetrably so, of course. Just enough to keep everyone else aware that, well...

"Better hop off," she said with some regret.

 

[Arumi Zy]

As Arumi continued through the catacombs he came to the area he was looking for, lightsaber in hand he destroyed the large power conduit that supplied the palace with its electricity. They were fully cut off from any help now, no one would know that they were under attack until it was far to late. Of course now there was no way that they did not know that he was there and he was working his way towards them. All was well with that plan though, because he wanted them ready for a fight so he could enjoy their deaths.
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Several moments later he emerged from the catacombs into the bottom level of the palace, his sabers tucked neatly away as he held one of the vibro-dirks firmly. A sickening schlunk sound was the last thing that one of the guards heard before his life ebbed away. He picked his way through the shadows, eliminating guard after guard until he was outside of the doors that hid his quarry. Using the force he smashed one of the guards into the doors, then he gribbed the others throat and slammed him against the floor breaking bone and granite.
His sabers came to life as he cut an X into the doors, his hand stretched out with a force push blowing the quartered segments into the throne room. His eyes drifted towards the two females, who were ready for him. Atleast they would not make this easy, at least they would pose some challenge before he eviscerated them.
[SIZE=11pt] “ The Empress I Assume” he said as he turned his sabers off and took a more defensive posture[/SIZE]

 

[Allyson Locke]

Spencer crawled off of Ashin at her suggestion and adjusted her clothing a bit making her appearance more presentable for the visitor. Opening her hand, she used the force to pull the mask back to her face; the metal plating covered the upper part of her face. Fingers adjusted it a bit so that she could see out of it. Each painful blow the men outside the doors felt, the girl cringed and felt the fear and the anger. Spencer looked towards Ashin while her hand fell from her forehead.

“He’s not happy and it looks like it’s just us.”

The lightsabers tore through the doors flickering against the dim room. Spencer watched as the time it took him to get through felt like an eternity. She wanted to know who dared enter the chambers unannounced and well uninvited. The man pushed his way through and looked towards them, his body showing he was here to fight. The masked woman took a step forward and examined the man. He quickly spoke to Ashin and she glanced from the corner of her eyes towards the Empress.

“He wants to kill, but you don’t need an empath for that do you, your majesty?”

 

[Ashin Varanin]

Ashin wore a black button-up and slacks, well rumpled; nothing compared to her armor, but more than she had worn when she came to this room's equivalent on Dromund Kaas to claim the throne from Moridin. She looped her thumbs in her belt and squinted across the stone chamber at the interloper. "I've conquered more worlds than any Sith since Krayt, stood before the Republic Senate unarmed of my own free will, and endured your mental assault at Gand -- yes, you can safely assume that I'm Empress Desmius the First. And you," she said slowly, "are the one called Arumi. You met with Mandalore Garett in the hearing of a man named Connory, known as the Bard -- an associate of mine who pays special attention to anyone near Garett. Of course, the old files supplied the rest.

"You see, I share a portion of the memories of my grandfather, Je'gan Olra'en, Darth Shule. He fought you once, Arumi Zy, on the bridge of a starship made from beskar. I know who you are.

"And I know you're no ruler. You're a warrior; you crave a place. You want respect, power, oh yes, but you also want freedom. No, if you're here for my throne, I'll fight for my country as well as my position.

"If you're simply here to kill us, or to collect the frankly gigantic bounty on the head of my First Apprentice, well...we'll beat you into submission, buy you off with a sector to rule, and leave you with no hope of ever trying me again."

 

[Arumi Zy]

“ Shule, a bygone name of a bygone era” he said as he appraised the two women. He could feel the amount of power each of them had. On their own they would truly stand no chance against the relic of an ancient age but together they would be his equal.

“ You misread me Empress, I do not seek your seat nor any pittance of a bounty upon your pets head. No my intentions are so much more then that, the sith of this age are weak, shadows of what they were millennia ago. You have lost so much power, so many ancient arts and techniques that it festers like an open sore” he said as he ignited one of his light sabers.
“ I intend to remove you, and watch the upstarts in this shell of an empire tear each other a part as they vie for your position. To return it to the rule of two when the sith were the most powerful beings in the galaxy. If your records about me show you anything, let they show you how to survive longer then a few seconds against me. I want this to atleast be fun” he said with a wicked grin as he threw his left hand at Spencer sending a wave of force towards her.

He charged at Ashin, aiming at her neck with a brutal slash of his saber, his off hand saber came alive as his jabbed towards her midsection. He twirled several more attacks in at her, aimed at her shoulders and he hips.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

"Then you're mistaken. I'm stronger than my grandfather ever was. And the things I know...well, I suppose we'll see whose art is superior. Stand aside, Spencer. This fool will never respect me unless I defeat him myself, alone."

A cold burn began as she unveiled her full power, and the throne room creaked. Dust descended from gaps in the stonework. She tossed her lightsabre into her left hand and met his powerful slash with a solid, ponderous, deliberate block. Her naked right hand batted away his low stab without visible injury, though it cost her in power and attention. Taking the sabre in both hands, she began a simple, thorough, unhurried defense. Her combat had been compared to that of Darth Vader. It never seemed fast enough, but her blade always got there, somehow or other. In truth, her precognition and her bending of fate both contributed. Arumi might twirl for maximum mobility, but Ashin was a rock, her feet rooted except when she took single, deliberate steps to reorient and face him -- always at the perfect time. There was no question that he was her equal or superior with the blade; Arumi Zy had a reputation for focusing on the lightsabre. He might even be Darron Wraith's equal. The edge of his blade caught her hip, but she blocked out the pain without the need for crucitorn.

In the grand scheme of things, a woman with this many scars and this much Dark Side corruption had faced far, far worse in terms of pain.

The Dark Lord of the Sith circled Arumi with precise, deliberate footwork. "I have had more than enough of presumptuous old guard seeking to test and undermine me. I've faced the combined strength of Darth Apparatus and Darth Voracitos, the full power of Reyven Samoth, the violence of Akain Karna and the Dark Lords of the Cult of Shadow, deep in the Unknown Regions -- I've fought the Jedi Grandmaster, Darron Wraith, to a draw, blade to blade. I've cast down or surpassed every Master who ever taught me the old ways. I've bound the spirits of ancient Dark Lords and taken their knowledge. I've drained holocrons dry.

"I've drained the life from armies with the hunger inside me. I've bent the fate of entire wars with my mind and conquered more territory than any Sith Lord in six hundred years. I have five poisons in my blood. I've walked alone, unmasked and unarmed into the Republic Senate and watched them dance to my tune. I've drained knowledge from a black hole and slaughtered Charon armies while dying of radiation poisoning. I've walked into the personal libraries of two Dark Lords of the old school and stolen their secrets. I've fixed the mistakes of those that have come before, learned their arts and surpassed them.

"You do not have the right to condescend to me."


A ribbon of sick yellow light connected her fist with the center of Arumi's chest. Force Drain, that most ancient and deadly of Sith arts, older than Karness Muur and Xo'Xaan, accessible only through experience.


"Welcome to the new age, Arumi Zy."

 

[Allyson Locke]

"Hey! I'm not a pet!"

The force rippled in her direction, he quickly worked taking her away from Ashin. It worked in her favor though; the last thing she worried about in this situation was Ashin’s ability to fight. Challengers came for her throne when she rose to power and she fended them off. Spencer allowed the wave to hit her, it stung a bit as she was flung back. Using the force she caught herself and landed a few feet away from the pair. Before she could do anything, Ashin spoke to her giving her an order.

Stand aside?!

She obeyed the orders and stepped back giving them the room they needed to fight. Spencer didn’t like leaving Ashin to fight the man, but she had to listen. A smile did spread across her face as she listened to her Master’s words echo in the throne room. She could feel the power surging around them; she knew that Ashin would be okay. Taking in a breath, she centered her focus and began to meditate. If she was going to be needed in the fight she needed to be ready.

 

[Arumi Zy]

Darth Fidelis chuckled at the sith empress, her resume was unimpressive to him to say the least. She would prove her worth in the heat of battle or she would fall. There was truly only one outcome to this fight and one out come that he would see through to the end. Her destruction and the return to the old ways of the sith.
He watched her grimace as the saber struck her and she watched her with intent as she prepared to make a counter attack. He eyed the sickly yellow light and smiled as he allowed it to hit him for only a bare minimum before he put his hand out to absorb the drain. His strength would hold up and she would gain the spark she needed to recover from the slight injury.
“ You believe you are the first sith I have slain? Or the first sorcerer I have encountered in my time, your paltry tricks will not work for you. Your efforts with the force shall not over come that which is rage. The young have forgotten the lessons of the old, the young have forgotten much in the ages I was trapped. More knowledge of forbidden and lost arts has been forgotten by me then most dare to dream of.” He twirled his left saber before launching it at her, rolling low and coming back up to swing with his right hand saber at her injured hip.
His hand was out to retrieve his thrown saber and he simply smiled at her “ You have some power, and some skill girl. Unrefined, unfocused and unrelenting, pitty you had not lived a thousand years ago. You could have been beyond even what this Palpetine I have read about was”.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

Unhurried, deliberate, she batted the thrown sabre off to the side, then brought her blade around and down to block the strike for her hip. As he stretched out his hand and caught his sabre again, he took the time to speak-

A mistake, at ranges like these. An artifact of hubris. Her eyes flicked toward his hand and the sabre racing toward it, and a quick Force push flared out without a gesture, but with bruising force. The mobile lightsabre hilt was the main target of the telekinetic burst, and her moment's attention occupied her for a far lesser time than the sustained, but low-level, splitting of attention required for him to bring his weapon back to his hand.

Her blade, powered by both arms and the Force, swept his right-handed sabre aside. Her eyes locked with his. A crushing telekinetic weight descended on him, a force that attempted to drag down his arms, pin him to the spot, make it difficult to raise his head. The power that could pull down a starship focused utterly on one man -- a Master of the Force, but one who had yet to match his strength with words. The flagstones cracked under his sudden weight, as gravity itself obeyed the Dark Lord of the Sith.

After all, how was he to know that she hadn't lived a thousand years?

The name Darth Desmius should, perhaps, have been a clue that her soul and her instincts contained far more experience than her twenty-eight mortal years could explain.

 

[Arumi Zy]

Fidelis grunted and scowled at her as she forced his saber away from his grasp, this wasn't going to be as near as easy as he suspected. She may well be closer to his equal then what he had initially thought and if her apprentice joined his chances of victory would be low to say the least. He prepared another attack but he felt heavy and slow, his feet trembled and he could feel the stone beneath him begin to give way. He grunted and thought to himself that there was more then met the eye with this woman, much more and it piqued his interest more then his need to destroy.
" Very Well" he muttered under his breath as he summoned the force to him, feeling himself grow strong and faster. She was skilled with using the force as a weapon, but he was skilled in using the force to turn him into a weapon. He would have to give all he had, expose all of his tricks and his prowess to win this fight. He mustered himself shrugging off most of the effects of her attack he as charged her swinging at her injured hip. his speed wasn't what it should be but it was enough.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

Shii-Cho was the art of finding the simplest possible solution, and Ashin was, almost certainly, the greatest living master of that style. A slim line of fire decorated her left hip, the mark of a strike just slightly too quick to fully block, but this was three times now that Arumi had made that exact strike -- once to injure, twice to take advantage.

And at their level of the game, repetition was a flaw. An error in judgment. That gave her a small amount of spare attention, and opportunities to use the unexploitable openings of the previous occurrence. As she brought her blade around and down to the left, a simple block for a simple situation, she stepped in to meet the force of his charge, and set her feet. Her momentum met his, just before he could forestall it, and she dropped her shoulder to slam it into his solar plexus. Arumi was an undisputed master of making himself into an unstoppable force; Ashin had a similar reputation as an immovable object, a legacy of her grandfather.

If her shoulder made contact -- virtually certain, considering his proximity and the speed of his charge -- she intended to use the brutal strike as the focus for a telekinetic blast. Not a Force push, not exactly. She had no intention of tossing him away, keeping him at range. No, she intended to best him at his own best range, just as she had stood against Darron Wraith, the most ferocious and talented blademaster in the Jedi Order. And so her telekinetic burst was intended to amplify the effects of the Force which weighed him down, and the direction of the dropped shoulder. She intended to drive him to his knees.