Subjugation of the Ancients

[Kenrath]

Vengeance chuckled looking at [member="Kruel Zing"] with a smile.

"It was never my Empire but it does answer my question...............I take it you are Lord Ambroscus then." "You assume much with nothing to base it on." "The recently crumbled One Sith was an obvious guess towards the truth." "No more and no less."

Vengeance shrugged.

"No matter." "Do not let curiosity interrupt your fun...........I have no interest in this world." "Just happened to be in the neighborhood."

Vengeance turned to who he guessed was Cyril.

"And you?" "Have you come to free this world as well...............I guess death is a sort of freedom." "Then again an Empire of Corpses is not much of an Empire now is it." "Something the One Sith never could manage to get right." "Seems you are headed down a similar path already."

Vengeance tilted his head to the side.

"Why not liberate instead if that is truly your goal." "Capture............the ringleaders, the current officials." "Then hold executions if need be." "You forget with wanton destruction it is the poor and downtrodden you harm the most." "The ones who's very lives and livelihoods are based of the homes and business you destroyed making your statement." "For they are the ones who will have to rebuild." "You think a career diplomat knows the first thing about engineering or construction?"

Vengeance shook his head but fell silent waiting on this Cyril to make whatever move he was going to make.

[member="Darth Mephirium"] [member="Grace Darkson"] [member="Ngoo the Ancient"] [member="Akuma"]

 

[Placeholder 04]

"And that is why I value you so, Ambroscus," Mephirium said with sincerity. He was growing fond of the murderous Dashade; his personality was a nice contrast to Mephirium's own. He simply nodded to the man as he chose to move off on his own way. This was, after all, Kruel's operation. Mephirium would let him run it how he saw fit. after a thought, he opened the comm to [member="Grace Darkson"]. "Excellent. You've done well. We will rendezvous shortly aboard the Chimaera."

Left with Ambroscus' apprentice and errant man whom might have been Sith, Mephirium smiled. He reached up to draw back his cowl, revealing gray eyes set into a patrician face. His smile was thin and without warmth, and his gaze passed from one being to the next in the way a reptile might decide which rodent to feast upon first.

Then he laughed, bitter and short. "Do not seek to lecture me on state building, my friend. I can assure you, all that has transpired here has done so according to our designs. The Arkanian nobility defied me during my ascension, and so they suffer for it. They rule unjustly, and so they cannot be allowed to rule at all. Better they suffer for their crimes than their underlings suffer unjustly."

His manner of speaking might have been mocking, or it could have been sincere. It was difficult to tell. "I am Mephirium, and I am the Chirikyat. That is all you must know." He gestured toward [member="Akuma"]. "Listen closely, my dear. The wisest of us knows to take advantage of their elders' mistakes." The meaning was unclear, but Mephirium felt the girl was intelligent enough to understand.

Turning back to [member="Vengeance"], he spoke, "You are bitter. You think yourself apart from the One Sith, and so their failure was not your own. You think your lack of ties to our fallen compatriots gives you the high ground. Perhaps you are right, but that is all well and truly irrelevant. I took the mantle by my own hand. The One Sith fell according to my design. We are no remnant -- we are the future. The new order of things, and you may have a place at our side, should you show initiative."

[member="Vengeance"] [member="Kruel Zing"], [member="Akuma"], [member="Ngoo the Ancient"], [member="BladeRunner"]

 

[Darth Assimilus]

The gathering dark sided individuals would not go unnoticed easily. Spanning far and wide the presence could be felt in full by those who would simply accept it. Awaking from his meditation on the depths of Kashyyyk, Nulgath was one such individual. With a slight smirk he opened his eyes and glared at a undead warrior waiting for an order. The fiend would receive none. Nulgaths thoughts dwelled on the appearance of his servant before him. Raising a corrupt degrading hand the Sith lord examined the 'skeletal' details.

" Mmm." He expressed with a stoic gaze. Levitating to his feet and closing his eyes Nulgath felt a like a falling star as his thoughts aligned with the source of the gathering darkness. Arkania.
A violent gale, a surging force, twisting of cosmic energies..... and then nothing at all. Only Silence.


Arkania...

The veil was weakened and such weakness was to be exploited. A vile unnatural scream erupted what seemed to sound like reality itself. The darkside scarred the very spot in whole. Giving a temporary feeling of wrong, something than could not be explained but deep down a person would know this simply should not be. Emerging from this veil of wrongness came Nulgath, Clothed with faded white robes and a moldy cloak. Two beady red eyes shined in the darkness of his grimace.

Taking in a deep breath and exhaling in the form of a cough. Nulgath turned his head to the door of a familiar presence and glared harshly at the large being that exited. -> [member="Kruel Zing"]


[member="Darth Mephirium"]
[member="Vengeance"]

 

[Kenrath]

Vengeance chuckled.

"I have known bitterness, rage, hopelessness, and happiness in equal measure." "My faults are my own just as was my reason for severing ties with the One Sith." "I flew the colors of the One Sith until I could do so no longer." "It is as simple as that."

Vengeance shrugged.

"As I imagine anyone who had dealings with them no matter how short or long of a duration it may have been." "I have never been one who coveted titles or position." "So you killed the Dark Lord of the One Sith and claim the title for yourself." "I congratulate you...........sincerely I do..............the accomplishment of one's goals are cause for celebration."

He paused.

"As for me I have no interest in the wholesale slaughter of entire civilizations to benefit a single person's quest for ultimate power." "If I did I would have stayed and fallen with the One Sith." "Instead I prefer to devote my time to the greater good................knowledge.......not for my own benefit but for the benefit of the next Generation of Sith who will exist longer after you and I are gone." "To share not just the biased views of one of two Sith but of all Sith and even what I learned for the Jedi I faced on the field of battle."

Vengeance gave a slight bow of his head to [member="Darth Mephirium"] as he took a step back.

"Good luck with you Empire my Lord......may it be everything you hope it to be."

Vengeance took a second step back before turning and heading back the way he came.

[member="Darth Mephirium"] [member="Kruel Zing"] [member="Ngoo the Ancient"] [member="BladeRunner"] [member="Akuma"]

 

[Kruel Zing]

Kruel paid no heed to whatever filth left the wannabe Sith’s maw. There was no need to, the individual was beneath him and his own apprentice. Walking away was one of the few things Kruel could do to signal such a thing besides outright devouring the Sith. There had been a more overarching reason for leaving the chambers and it was obvious the moment Akuma and Kruel were out of the chamber. Leaning forward Kruel let out a fit of silenced coughs one of his large hands planted against the wall to balance himself. In the Dashade’s hands a large pool of blood looked back. Kruel was dying, it was an inevitability for someone of his age. Ambroscus had far exceeded the life of any other Dashade to his knowledge and when mixed with the deteriorating effects of the darkside his condition only worsened.

“Akuma my dear, listen not to fools. You let them chatter on as though they know the truth. As though what they say is just, but always know one who lowers himself to battle a fool will inevitably become one themselves… Of course, that’s if you have a choice in that endeavor.” Showing weakness before one’s apprentices was a big no no in the Sith as it just shouted weakness, but Kruel cared not. If one truly thought themselves capable of surmounting him, he was willing to give them a duel the likes of which they were not prepared for. His ability of Consume essence was what would allow Kruel to surpass many Lords and what had kept the Darth alive for so many years. Plus despite all that he trusted his apprentices. He had promised them power and they wouldn’t betray him till they attained it. Hopefully one day they would look upon their master with bright eyes as he looked at them as his own children.

Taking a deep breath Kruel shuddered before rising to his full height drawing on the well of power that was now Arkania. With the chaos on the planet now he would be able to sustain himself. Coming from his pocket Kruel felt a vibrating and pulled out his datapad to see he had missed messages from Ngoo. “A shuttle will be at your location, Ngoo.” Before he could even put away the datapad Kruel felt his entire being chill. The air grew stale and cold before a brief sense of darkness filled the chamber.

As though walking from the darkness itself a creature emerged. Kruel hadn’t seem something so vile since his experiments in creating Sithspawn. The aura emitted from the individual revealed his nature instantly. “Yet another being of the dark.” Casting a look up and down the frail body Kruel smiled. “Looks like you’re one step away from the grave my friend. How can I help you?” Raising a hand motioning for Akuma to back up just in case things got dangerous Kruel stepped forward.

[member="Ngoo the Ancient"] [member="Grace Darkson"] [member="Vengeance"] [member="Darth Mephirium"] [member="Akuma"]

 

[Ignatius]

Listening to the words of the man who could only be claimed as Chirikyât. HIs words reached my ears as I left. I knew what he meant. Of course, I could not act upon those mistakes now. Nor I could put into motion bridges, and ties to pull together my rise among the rest of the Sith. No. My rise, and my reemergence upon the galaxy will take some time before I can completely expose what my end game is. Even if it was the death of me. Turning to the man before I left, I simply nodded. Letting him know that I had heard him, and more importantly understood.

Even so, I followed behind my master. My mentor, and the only man who I could reasonably trust. No it was not a trust of death, but a trust that he would show me the way. Point me in the right direction. Aiding me for my purpose. And when I was ready, show me the truth behind the lies of many. This large dashade coughed into his hand. Even I could tell it was not a good one. Echoing this, I saw the blood upon his hand. His time had passed. Only by consuming so much was he able to survive. Eventually, he would have to consume too much. When the day comes, I will be ready to remove him should it be necessary.

It was the natural process of life. Death was only one pathway. There are many. We each choose one as we live and breathe. He had made his. The mistakes, I learn from. The failures I gain strength. Someday, I would surpass many. His projected skill of me, is that I too, would pass him. A consumer of all. Ambroscus' words echoed in my ears. Telling me to not stoop down to fools who believed they were greater than myself. Well, it looks like I would have a lot of stepping down to do. I fought fools all the time. People who believed they were stronger than me. People who incorrectly judged on their ethics and skill against my own.

I started to open my mouth. Begining to form the words of "Yes Sir" when before us, A cloud of vile motives congregated. Swirling like seas of black hatred. I watched as a being who should have been dead, walk as though he were young. A being so close to death, the force could only hold him together.

I drew my weapon as he emerged, only for my master to step forward, and use his hand to keep me back. Almost as though he were protecting me. It was a little strange to see such a large man protecting what could have been a child my size. It felt slightly warming to see this. However, it was fleeting as the being before me was apparently on our side. With the way my master spoke, he was either being nice for now, or he knew of this Sith.

I sheathed my weapon. Letting my master speak to the being, and waiting for his response.

[member="Ngoo the Ancient"], [member="Kruel Zing"], [member="Grace Darkson"] [member=Vengeance], [member="Darth Mephirium"], [member=BladeRunner], [member=Ilium],[member="Nulgath Zardai"],

 

[Darth Assimilus]

Floating slightly above the ground Nulgath rubbed his hands together and tilted his head back causing his black hood to fall to his shoulder. Dead skin and hair fell down with it. With his hidd removed one could see every detail. Dead decaying flesh coated with colonies of mold and moss. It was everywhere. The lips and ears were practically gone exposing different parts of Nulgaths dark yellow skull. Even though he remained still small parts of him were moving to and fro. Then there was the stench, a vile stench that seemed to linger about the air.

The Sith Lord stared at [member="Akuma"] then to [member="Kruel Zing"] with a stoic expression. It was hard to read a face that had rotted away. His jaw moved multiple times as he titled his head more. These two Nulgath had not seen before and thus the desire to know sprouted. " Astute observation. Despite your own ... issues." Nulgath looked at the bloody hand of [member="Kruel Zing"]. " It brings me sheer joy and the greatest pleasure to see your eyes are in pristine condition." said looking around and rolling his eyes, his response was almost instantaneous. The sarcasm was ripe. The dead lay scattered through the large room no doubt the handy work of this large oaf and his obsequious female ape, already this was becoming a change for worse. Nulgath detested pointless murder.

 

[Kruel Zing]

The individual before him was absolutely appalling. There were very few things that Kruel would decline to eat and this being of the darkside was one of them. Never before had Kruel seen one degrade so much from use of the force. There had been cases where some would lose their bodies but this was one of those where it seemed that this being was holding on by sheer willpower. Not even Kruel was this bad off, while he was of course dying from his far extended life it was nothing like this. Some could at least say he resembled a healthy Dashade on the outside. Catching whiffs of the scent of decaying flesh Kruel thought the one before him could possibly be an individual brought back from the netherworld through the force.

“It may bring you joy, but your sudden appearance here still leaves many questions. What do you come to this planet for ol’ decaying one? If you are looking for some cure to your disease or whatever plagues you, you’ll find nothing. I have already searched the galaxy many times over for answers that it has not been able to provide. I have delved into the depths of the underworld, traversed both space and Beyond Shadows. So, I repeat what do you come here for? Is it to take this planet or lay some claim to it? If so I regret to inform you that there will be no warm greeting for you here.”

Propping his back up against the wall Kruel began drawing on the Chaos caused by the planet of Arkania. That of the people, the fear of the slaves that had seen Ngoo’s display of power. The rage of the nobles as they realized their stranglehold on the planet was over. IF this devolved into a battle Kruel wished to be ready. He had assumed much in his statements but it had been a set of probing questions to see how this Sith would answer. Whether Ambroscus was correct in any of his statements and questions mattered not, it would be the responses that determined how this battle would go.

[member="Nulgath Zardai"] [member="Akuma"]