The Imperium Will Stay Dead [Sith Empire Dominion of Bastion]

[Matreya]

Slowly what was once a small sized cloud, now was steadily becoming a mushroom cloud of swirling smokey shadows. As Zaiden continued his assault on the young woman, his grip was admittedly not as strong as it could be, and thus he knew it could be knocked from his hand. But nonetheless he continued, head then neck, shoulder then opposite leg. Continuous onslaught of attacks aimed for vital areas.

Slowly the shadows began to swirl around Zaiden, almost as if alive...

@[member="Alexandra Shadowstalker"] @[member="The Black"]

 

[Marik Baldear]

"sorry sir but you need to see this" the trooper had his helmet on so marik could not see his face but he could tel the boy was very young and very nevus. marik followed the boy into the cockpit and immediately saw the red light flashing. the old pilot broke the silence "its the proximity alarm. we appear to have an unwanted guest". marik looked at the light, still flashing. "are you telling me someone has climbed up the outside of a 23m hight war machine". the pilot was fast to reply "no sir. that is telling you someone has climbed up the outside of a 23m hight war machine" he pointed at the flashing light. (ooc, in my head the old pilot has a Irish accent) the walker was almost at the back entrance to the palace. this intruder was going to be a problem. "keep on target. the bulk of their forces are advancing from the front so we should brake through before we face any real danger. just keep us moving and i will deal with our guest". marik drew his side arm. he didn't know who this intruder was but he had 6 of his best men and 15 more troops. evan a jedi would find it suicide to try entering this tub.

 

[Darth Vazela]

@Marik Baldear

The palace gates swung open on themselves. Smoke filled the air, wrinkling the nostrils of the Sith Lord that entered it's courtyard. Ahead, guards moved forward to protect the governor of Bastion who had retreated into the palace, like the walls could protect and hide him from the Imperial machine that had just descended upon their world. The Stormtroopers around him took their positions to fire upon the guards. As Vazela passed them, the last of the guards dropped to the floor, collapased under turbolaser fire made by the soldiers guns. The Sith Lord continued on wards.

 

[Daral Tal'Verda]

Chain lightning? Very well. If there was one thing the Balaya had taught him in the early days of training was that it was not a problem to pack a BUNCH of weaponry. Pulling a second saber from his belt and igniting it he began absorbing the attack with the blades, fighting against the torrent of energy. Letting out a gruff roar as he repulsed with the force, dissipating what remained of the attack. "Your arrogance and self-richousness will be your downfall, whelp." He stated, lunging towards Zaiden.

@[member="Zaiden James-Greyson"]
@[member="Alexandra Shadowstalker"]

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Alexandra smiled, her speed and use of two sabers matched his, even though he was a knight. She fed off the feeling of pride in being able to hold of his assualt. Though, it was this pride that clouded her thoughts and actions, making her oblivious to the growing cloud of shadows that likely held a nasty surprise for her and the other apprentice. Once The Black struck so did alex, striking at two different location, one aimed at his leg, the other aimed for his arm. It seemed impossible for him to block three strikes at once, they had him. @[member="Zaiden James-Greyson"]

 

[Matreya]

Time slowed for Zaiden. From two directions, and three angles he was being attacked. This was the sort of thing he had grown to love about battle, situations that need a real tactions mind. Dropping his Darkestnite saber downward, Zaiden repelled the saber brought from @[member="The Black"] back towards it's originator. Then, he simply stood still...

For @[member="Alexandra Shadowstalker"]'s attacks struck the solid wall that were the Shadows of Darkestnite. Spinning 360, Zaiden aimed a Force Enhanced kick at the woman's head, trailing his leg were the same shadows. But now, though some stayed near him and followed his leg, the rest were slowly branching out into the battlefield, driven by the desires of the living Darkside.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Alexandra watched as he blades hit the shadows, her mouth open in disbelief. Then the force of the kick send her flying backwards, her mind racing at what had just happened as she hit the ground hard. She laid there, confused and shaken. How had he blocked her sabers with nothing but shadows, it didnt seem possible. Yet it happened and she would not let it stop there.

She pushed herself up and resumed her onslaught, relying purely on speed as she darted in and out, sending a flurry of strikes at Zaiden, trying to overcome or at least out manuver the shadows. Her speed only got faster with each block of her blades, as her anger at him got far worse. @[member="Zaiden James-Greyson"]

 

[Matreya]

Zaiden parried and deflected most blows, some came extremely close however, close enough to leave burn marks against his armor. She was getting angry, good, that meant a better chance of her making a slip up. An error in battle could be the difference between life and death. Just as another of her attacks came, Zaiden ducked beneath it and came up behind @[member="Alexandra Shadowstalker"] with @[member="The Black"] behind her. Reaching slowly into a small portion of shadows above his head, the other two could only watch as Zaiden slowly pulled forth a Rapier made entirely from the shadows.

Now armed properly, Zaiden began his own powerful onslaught. Each blow from the Juyo form, thus furious and fierce. His being 6 foot 9 inches, 250 pounds of muscle without his armor, could be the winning stat for the two.

 

[Tyger Tyger]

Arceneau Trade Company – Bastion Store
(@[member="Danger Arceneau"])

He had thought it strange that none of the porters had come out to help him, but Tyger Tyger was no innocent in what was occurring. He could see what these little letters were spelling out as they continued their writing on the wall, and as he was forced to make his own docking arrangements, he’d reckoned that today was the day that Watcher-Four had finally made his Intel actionable.

The muzak drifted through the air, adding a dimension of humor to the scene by sheer ironic contrast.

“I’ve got a good feeling about this...,” Milo said with a grin. He was crouched low, prodding a fallen docker with the muzzle of his DD12.

These outside businesses had been Bastion’s undoing. The fortress world, once impenetrable – once tax-free – had to begin allowing smugglers in order to transport resources when the TRUE Empire succeeded in taking Kalee and functionally blocked the Imperium from the rest of the galaxy. Though he didn’t know it, Tyger Tyger was the first to ferret out these novel areas of entry. Within the month, of the 24 smugglers running routine shipments between Bastion and the worlds beyond the Empire, 19 had been replaced by Imperial Agents. And now…

They were all dead. Every employee, every contractor…even every customer unfortunate enough to be here today on the day when the Empire recouped its losses and made the cowardly and opportunistic regret their treachery.

What was it Watcher-Four had called them? “Dogs more hungry for belly rubs than food?”

It was done quickly, precisely. Not an errant bullet or burn in the walls. One shot, one hit, one kill – Professionally done as Milo had come to expect from the Imperial Cyphers.

Tyger Tyger blasted a security camera with his scattergun. “Happy Holidays, @[member="Akk Akk"] ,” he muttered amidst laughter. The words to follow alternated in being spoken through his nose and his diaphragm, marking shifts between Kaalese and Huttese vocabulary.

“<Look around for shinies – We’ve just come into some dinners.>”

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Alexandra immediately lost the progress she had made and was forced to take the defensive as she pushed herself to match the shadows speed. But that task was impossible, her speed was for nothing as the rapier hit her arms and legs several times each, slowing her down with each hit, but not enough to keep her speed up to the level where she could block any strikes made for her body. She couldnt beat him like this, and she knew it. Those shadows were limitless and endless, their power was something she could not understand no matter how much she tried. And now she was going to be beaten if something didnt happen first. @[member="Zaiden James-Greyson"]

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

@[member="The Black"], @[member="Alexandra Shadowstalker"]

The grating sound of a sword rasping from its sheath sounded nearby as blonde-headed, green-eyed man made his way through the rather annoying shadows which surrounded the area like fog, courtesy of @[member="Zaiden James-Greyson"]. Garbed in red plastoid armor similar to that worn by Royal Guards, but without one of their oddly shaped helmets, the blonde man's red cloak billowed around him, crimson. Stains of a darker shade of red speckled the garment. The man smiled winsomely. Few knew him. After all, who payed any heed to apprentices? Especially among the Sith. Yet, when he spoke, his tone was amiable.

"Richousness? Surely, my poor fellow, you meant righteousness. Of course, in the heat of battle, a little mispronunciation is acceptable. But then, this man doesn't appear very righteous, does he? Hitting a woman... how ungentlemanly."

Of course, he spoke to a whirling mass of bodies. Words were lost on that busy little gathering.

Shrugging to himself, Tycho Shorn, for it was he, joined the fray. His Sith Tremor sword, wrought out of lightsaber resistant materials, might have been a touch slower than a lightsaber, but with the effects of Force speed in play it could be countered. He moved forward deftly, years of tutelage under a Bladeborn veteran giving him skill to be reckoned with, though his power with the Force was minimal.

He moved into a simple form of Three Horned Reek, sword shimmering through the air as he struck at Zaiden's left shoulder, then his right, before finishing with an overhand blow directed at the man's head. The added mass made each stroke impart more kinetic energy than would a lightsaber. Furthermore, he was joining in what was now a three on one. Things certainly didn't look well for this shadowy fellow.

 

[Daral Tal'Verda]

@[member="Zaiden James-Greyson"] severly underestimated the physical strength that his opponent possessed. He swung back with equal, force, meeting the rapier at each attempted strike with an equal force. As Zaiden swung again, The Black dropped to the ground and rolled. Once he was behind the man he swung back at his legs with one of the sabers. Looking to @[member="Tycho Shorn"] as he entered the fray, and he simply nodded in response to him, he understood The Black's meaning. Now it was three on one, the self proclaimed god was no longer against just @[member="Alexandra Shadowstalker"], no, now his arrogance would destroy him.

 

[Matreya]

(First things first....*claps at @[member="Tycho Shorn"] choice of avatar* love it.)
Zaiden actually began to bellow gleeful laughter, this was getting better by the minute! 3 on 1, maybe more would join! The God of Shadows was beginning to relish this time. Just before Tycho was to strike him, Zaiden threw a ball of Shadows at @[member="Alexandra Shadowstalker"] aiming to knock her away. Then bringing both blades up, Zaiden met Tychos each time, for his weapon seemed the most dangerous. @[member="The Black"] would find not only did his attacks get blocked by the shadows near Zaiden, but that other portions of the Living Shadows were making their ways towards him. Looking like smoke, but whispy and sharper than a razor, they could do damage if allowed to strike.

"Come now! Righteous? Those invading speak to the defender of righteousness? Laughable."

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Laid on the ground and stares up at the sky, breathing in slowly before getting to her feet. She charged at the shadows and tried to get past them and cut at Zaiden, augmenting her speed with every bit of emotion as best i can. He sped up more and more with each strike and movement around the shadow wall that erupted from the man. @[member="Zaiden James-Greyson"]

 

[Caulder Dune]

@[member="The Black"] | @[member="Alexandra Shadowstalker"] | @[member="Tycho Shorn"] | @[member="Zaiden James-Greyson"]

"So not only do I get called down from my office to deal with some over-glorified ingrate with the colossal, nigh-planetoid balls to tell me to get off of my planet..."

So caught up had the three of them gotten into their fight, they likely hadn't noticed that the Graug had driven the Imperium soldiers further into the city, dauntlessly advancing over mounds of dead enemy soldiers. They also probably didn't notice the shuttle land a little ways off, dispatching a one Tyrin Ardik and four of the Ethereal Slaves that had formerly been in the service of the late Darth Voractios. The Ethereal Slaves were an good lot to keep in tow, faster than most could handle and stronger still. Having them in his pocket made for a nice bit of flair, considering how irrefutably unnerving they were just to have around. Tyrin and his entourage of Alchemized monstrosities approached the three-on-one dogpile that had erupted in the time it took Tyrin to get his royal, Umbaran buttocks down to the planet.


"But he has the nerve to pick a fight with my underlings? My Sith? While I'm still en route to the location, no less! What kind of lunacy is this?" Tyrin's masked visage fell on Zaiden. He squinted under the mask, face contorting into a look of pure, radiant annoyance.

"Do I even know you? Whatever. Paltry details. Time to die."

At one time, Tyrin had thought cool Force powers equated to just that- power. He wanted to control people through the sheer power of his mind, conjure Force Storms of immeasurable strength to swallow capital ships whole, bend the White Current to his will... But what he found was that the simplest applications of the Force were often the best. Fancy applications of the Force did not equate to power. Power equated to power. The type of power did not matter as much as most people thought it did. Sometimes power took the form of personal ties and allegiances. Sometimes it took the form of the weapons held in ones hand. Other times it was derived from simple circumstance.

Now, however, power took the form of Tyrin's growing fondness of telekinesis. Tyrin reached out with the Force, envisioning it. He could see it, a swirling, quasi-transparent current that flowed through all living things. With his own will, he bent it and warped it to his own desires. He wrapped it around Zaiden's head, securing the delusional Knight's undoubtedly empty cranium in a telekinetic vice-grip. Perhaps he could have simply popped the mere Knight if he desired, but Tyrin did not want to kill Zaiden James. Zaiden James was not worthy to fall on an Emperor's blade.

So Tyrin wrenched Zaiden down to the ground, slamming the Knight's face at frightening speeds towards the hard, unforgiving pavement of the ground below. He would crack Zaiden's head open against the street like an egg on the side of a bowl.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Alexandra takes the moment and charges forward as Tyrin attempts to slam Zaiden into the ground, she would charge forward and cut at his leg to cripple him, the cut not deep but along the major muscles. OR should Tyrin take him down she would leap over and land over him, holding her sabers crossed on either side of the man's head, speaking the same words either way. "Dont move, or i will be forced to finish you." @[member="Zaiden James-Greyson"]
@[member="Tyrin Ardik"]

 

[Matreya]

Zaiden was to wrapped up in his defenses, to on alert against three enemies to hear the emperor. For as he spoke Zaiden was building his Shadows up around himself, intending to immerse the trio and himself into his Shadow Arena. But then came the attack from a true enemy, @[member="Tyrin Ardik"], and Zaiden was whipped forward...into the lovingly soft embrace of the Darkestnite Shadows. Though they had taken charge themselves to defend him, therefore taking the minimum energy to slow his descent, he still bounced off the ground. Not hard enough to even give him a broken bone, but damn good enough to make him feel it for a few days.

Using a slight Force Push, Zaiden swept out from under the rest of the energy from the Sith Emperor, as well as out of the path of @[member="Alexandra Shadowstalker"]. Leaping to his feet, Zaiden called to his now fallen saber, which using his own Telekinetic abilities - second best in his own personal arsenal - held in mid air over his left shoulder. Then from nearby, came two low menacing guttural growls, accompanied by a more feline howl. For his own pets had arrived, and though 2 Alchemically enhanced Blackstalkers and a Corellian Sandpanther were dangerous to some, the enemies they were currently growling at far outnumbered them and outpowered them. Zaiden had seen the Ethereal Slaves, seen what they could do. He doubted if called, that his allies could aide him at all.

But that did not stop his gaze from turning to Tyrin, a man he knew once upon a time, but doubted he would remember. Slowly Zaiden's helmet slid piece by piece backwards until it rested at his neckline, "Tyrin, the Sith have enough worlds! They claim enough land, enough people, more than enough materials! Quit this continuous conquest!" He called softly, but the Force carried his words to the man's ears, "And do not reprimand me for defending myself! I remember it wasn't to long ago that I saved your life! Lost an arm doing it!"

 

[Djonas Vile]

Tae had made it through the Imperium rebels to Major Hajef's position. As he walked down the last block, only thing behind him were the steaming corpses of Imperium troopers and the few Stormtroopers who survived the push. One Imperium trooper somehow survived the push. Tae walked over to him and looked down. As the Sith togruta walked towards the dying man, the rebel looked up at him as his soul filled with fear and despair. Tae took one knee before the man and put his neck on his throat and began squeezing. Actually having one's life in Tae's hands felt much more satisfying than using the force. Tae grabbed his windpipe like a handle then squeezed with all his might. Snap. The man was dead in less than a minute. "Sir, we've found the Major. He's asking to speak with you." a Stormtrooper said to Tae.

Tae arose from the lifeless corpse and proceeded to Major Hajef. "Major, we've come to your aid. How bad are your casualties?" Tae said darkly to the Major. Hajef was an average sized male in officer clothing, wielding only a blaster pistol. "We've been hit bad but Is till have a good few." said the Major as he held his bleeding arm. "Everything is going to be fine, Major. Rally your men. I'm gonna get you outta here." Tae said before activating his comlink. "I need a medevac to my position stat. Maje Hajef has been injured and most of his team is either dead or dying. Get the lead out of y--" Tae was then interrupted by a blaster shot taking out a Stormtrooper. "Get the feth down!" Tae yelled out to his allies as they took cover behind some debris. "Lord Tae. It's Warlord Krezyik. With our numbers there's no way we can get past him!" said the Major as the Imperium-loyalists unleashed barrage and barrage of blaster fire. "We're so screwed man..we're so fething screwed..." said a shaken Stormtrooper. Tae sat there behind cover and growled lowly as the Imperium troopers continued firing.

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

@[member="Zaiden James-Greyson"] @[member="Tyrin Ardik"] @[member="Alexandra Shadowstalker"] @[member="The Black"]

The attack came from behind. Tycho did not waste anymore breath on words or mockery, but took advantage of the distraction created by the new Emperor's entrance. The tempestuous miasma of the Dark Side filled his being and he directed it with a thought. Tapping into its power, he enhanced his speed to a blinding quickness, while his mental acuity was so bolstered that he could perceive the next moment. Not like a visual play-by-play, but more like a series of intuitive gut-wrenching feelings. As if he knew somehow which actions would be right and which would be wrong simply by listening to the reverberations in the Force. Precognition and Force speed were a dangerous combination, even in an apprentice.

He simply thrust with his sword toward Zaiden's back. It was swift. It was ruthless. And of the many possibilities for attack, this one felt right. Why? "The Dark Side told me so."

 

[Olom Grihk]

Olom grinned as he finally landed near the squadron. He gave them a greeting, words almost acidic with razor-sharp teeth. He could feel energy coming throughout, Gideon's own resolve bolstering the typically small reserve of courage Olom reserved for special occasions. "Soldiers, thank you for arriving quickly to the Rendezvous point. What's your condition," he inquired, curious to gauge their capabilities to handle this efficiently.

"Decent," one of the men replied. "The Sith have been giving good back-up, and we didn't attract any nationalist attention. What's the Sitrep on Scrooge? And what's all the chatter about a Rogue knight running around engaging Sith?"

Olom nodded, his pointed teeth gleaming like daggers. "Scrooge has dug in around the area. He's known as a stubborn old Bantha, but he's stingy with the munitions for his men. Lay low, let 'em empty a clip into the cover. Slow and steady, and no thermal detonators. We don't wanna accidentally hit the payload of bioweapons. Nasty stuff. And as for the troublemaker," He said flippantly, "The emperor himself has decided to handle it. Now, I will use my stature to sneak in through the primary ventilation system. Move forward on my signal, and we'll shut this fool down," He said calmly. After all, it was a Sith's duty to protect the Empire's interest. This imbecile poisoning the water supply would set things back months.