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

[Darth Vazela]

Darth Vazela surveyed the fallen bodies around him, the red line in his hand returning into the cylinder device in his left hand. Clipping his lightsaber back to his belt, he stepped over the bodies of the governor, his guards, aides and lieutenants who had ran Bastion for years to the throne the latter had only been sat in moments ago. Stormtroopers were outside, busy securing the palace. He had told their commanding officer that he wanted to deal with the Bastion leadership himself. Their deaths would resonate along Bastion, to the Sith such as @[member="Tyrin Ardik"], who no doubt wanted them to die so Sith rule could take over.

Sat on the throne, the hooded Sith Lord rested his arm rests, the smoke of the dead men and women where his lightsaber had crushed them lingering in the air. Flames and smoke covered the city, blackening out the stars. It reminded Vazela of a saying his master had told him once.

"Even the brightest star in the galaxy, burns out."

How fitting all that smoke and destruction blocked out the rays of Bastion's star...

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Alexandra stood with he shoulders slumped, she was growing tired and needed to end this faster, if she didnt she wouldn't have have the slightest chance of winning. She gripped her sabers tight and circled @[member="Zaiden James-Greyson"], waiting for an opening in the man's defenses. Breathing in she gathered up the force energy in the body, using it to augment her strength and speed, pinning her shot on one strike once the man was distracted by @[member="Tyrin Ardik"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

Juthan finished cutting the hole in the hull, to which he slid a pack off his back and pushed it inside the small hole. He had made sure to target the area closest to the walker's power generator. But, even if it didnt knock out power, it was close enough to this leg to rend the connection. After all, the core bomb in the bag would easily be able to knock out the leg that was near it and cause this thing to topple to the ground useless. He jumped across to a nearby roof top and rolled as he hit the ground.

He stood and looked at the AT-AT, "Sorry guys, but i think your journey is over." He pressed the switch on the detonator, and the blast sounded through the air as it was activated. @Marik Baldear

 

[Caulder Dune]

@The Black | @Alexandra Shadowstalker | @Tycho Shorn | @Zaiden James-Greyson

"How could I not reprimand you for defending yourself?" Tyrin scoffed at the babble spewed forth by the fool in front of him. "I want you to die!"

Tyrin lashed out with the Force once more, only this time Zaiden wasn't the target. The fool should have known such ludicrous pets would only be a liability when facing down three separate Sithlings and the Emperor of the Sith. The Force wrapped itself around the Sandpanther's neck at Tyrin's command, strangling the beast for only a moment before violently twisting and snapping the creature's neck. Tyrin, of course, did not deign it necessary to stop there. He followed up the brutal murder of the beast by flinging its lifeless carcass at Zaiden with tremendous force, spinning it as he did so to make it more difficult for him to stop.

 

[Matreya]

Zaiden cast up a minor wall of shadows, flinching upon hearing the sickening thud of the body slamming up against it with great force. Without a second thought, Zaiden turned and with Force fuelled words commanded his Blackstalkers to leave. He would not lose another ally, none would be sacrificed in his stead. As soon as they left Zaiden lunged to the ground and lifted his once proud ally, and flung the body at @[member="The Black"] and @[member="Alexandra Shadowstalker"]. Then, deflecting @[member="Tycho Shorn"]'s attack to the side by completing a 360 turn, Zaiden was left staring at the Umbaran before him.

Focusing for a minute, Zaiden began to gather energy. Slowly intricate patterns of bent light began to appear around him, all the while his shadows that had been slowly branching out began to return swiftly. Zaiden was sure that any of the opponent's on the field could end at his saber, but each of them were working together rather well. It was a dangerous game he had gotten himself into.

Holding his lightsaber in the opening form of Ataru once again, Zaiden stared with a newfound hatred at the Sith Emperor, still doing his best to immerse himself into the power of the force. For he had a plan of attack, one that could damage the three underlings and possibly Tyrin as well.

@[member="Tyrin Ardik"]

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Alexandra darted forward, using as much force energy as she could gather to augment her strength and speed to highest extreme that she could handle physically, straining her body as she charged towards the shadows and Zaiden's back. Once he was distracted by Tyrin's continued telekinetic assualt she darted within striking range and cut at his back, aiming to wound and even possibly bring @[member="Zaiden James-Greyson"] to the ground defeated but not dead.
@[member="Tyrin Ardik"]

 

[Caulder Dune]

@The Black | @Alexandra Shadowstalker | @Tycho Shorn | @Zaiden James-Greyson

"See how they run? Tsk. Laughable." Tyrin commented as the Blackstalkers suddenly fled with their tails tucked between their legs. An urban battlefield was no place for them. They'd probably be eaten by Graug or taken out with an artillery shell before they got very far. Whatever, it wasn't as if they would accomplish very much of anything helping Zaiden. They would die no matter what they did. Seeing as Zaiden had such laughable servants to call upon in his time of need, Tyrin considered it prudent to offer a demonstration of whom a person with actual power could call upon when he needed assistance.

"Kill him, please."

The High Commandant relayed that order instantaneously, and in the blink of an eye, the four of the Ethereal Slaves were upon Zaiden. The creatures were incomprehensibly fast and could take more than their fair share of punishment without breaking. One on its own would be more than enough to best Zaiden, what chance could he possibly stand against four? There was little time for Zaiden to respond to each individual attack. The first Slave charged straight for Zaiden's front, attempting to skewer him through the chest. Two more came in on his left and right flank, with one attempting to sever his blade arm at the elbow and the other sweep his blade under Zaiden to sever his leg. The fourth and final Slave circled around and came in from behind Zaiden, swinging his blade in an decapitating strike.

Tyrin, on the other hand, made his contribution in the form of Force Fear. He thrust his consciousness into Zaiden's mind while the man was preoccupied, attempting to cloud his mind with despair and utter horror. A feeling of crushing hopelessness and self-doubt would crush Zaiden's heart and weaken his resolve in the impending onslaught of Ethereal slaves. Some would see this as dishonorable conduct, an unfair fight. Sith did not play fairly. Sith did not play nice. And when Dark Jedi Knights attempted to meddle in the affairs of their Sith betters, they should only expect nothing short of total destruction. The resolve of a Knight could not stand, would not stand against that of a Master.

Zaiden was going to die here.

 

[Matreya]

Zaiden was overwhelmed before the 3rd Ethereal Slave arrived, for the first two had already forced Zaiden to ignite his Cyan and Crimson sabers, held together through fiber cord. Block after block, but then the other two were there and bashing against his armor. He deflected maybe 4 out of ten blows, and quickly he saw this as being a problem. 4 Ethereal Slaves, 3 apprentices, AND the fething Sith Emperor!? Zaiden suddenly began to feel the icey chills that come along with Fear...

Slipping up, Zaiden felt a white hot slash in his abdomen as a blade sank clear through his armor and inside of him. As he bashed the Slave with his shoulder to knock it away, Zaiden yanked the blade out in barely enough time for the beast to return. It was going to fast, he couldn't keep up. He had to put distance between him and the group of opponents before himself. As the last remnants of the Darkestnite Shadows reached his side, they exploded back outwards, the small portion of energy gathered plus some from his own reservoirs solidifying them as they knocked those around him away.

"EAG!! RESCUE PLAN DELTA!" Zaiden yelled into his comlink, as he pressed a hand to his wound concentrating on making it whole once again. As the dried flakes of blood began to fall like dust in the wind, the God of Shadows heard a reassuring sound. For at several hundred miles an hour, off in the distance, a powerful thrum of energy could be heard approaching. His EAG Lightcycle was coming in fast, aimed to take out the strongest opponent, Emperor Tyrin. Whether it struck home or not, Zaiden would be gone by then.

Suddenly, overhead came a softer much more delicate hum, Zaiden's ride was there. Jumping straight up into the air, the Legate landed nimbly on his EAG Lightjet. Glancing back down for just long enough to say, "So much for the powerful Umbaran I once knew, now fallen low enough to not be able to best a Knight of the Fringe? I will see you again Tyrin, and I will take Bullets (sandpanther) death out of your flesh!" Then Zaiden gunned his escape ship for a higher altitude, then eventually to his awaiting ship in orbit.

@[member="Tyrin Ardik"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

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

A presence unveiled itself, in terms of quantitative magnitude though not in qualitative ability to be identified. An amulet adorned with alchemically altered Taozin-flesh lacquer made her Force signature impossible to recognize, but the Qey'tek meditation she had just ceased had kept her presence silent long enough to find the man who had served as Hand of the Empress alongside Eldoc Quasat. A man who she had marked with a Nightsister blood trail on Dasid Anya.

Zaiden's miraculous escape had no business working. It was almost as though someone was bending fate.

Now who could that possibly be?

Across the respectable distance between herself and Tyrin, the masked woman threw her voice. It carried clearly, though she wasn't shouting, and it wasn't the voice of Ashin Varanin.

"A man in your position, Your Majesty, should be careful who he fights. The Sith instinct to crush the weak has always made men like you predictable."

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Alexandra stood there, her shoulders slumped as she looked at Tyrin. "Sorry, i failed to stop him." She looked at the spot that Zaiden had been before escaping, her muscles held her up but that was about all the could do at the moment. She kneeled before Tyrin as and after thought and breathed in slowly. @[member="Tyrin Ardik"]

 

[Olom Grihk]

Olom focused coolly as he lurked in the hidden passageways above. After all, one advantage of a water plant was that there were plenty of pipes to hide behind, or in this case, above. He slowly stalked around smirking when he found his target. Scrooge. Stodgy old sun of a hutt, with four guards. He needed to distract them. He looked around, focusing his telekinetic energy....on a small pipe. The metal groaned under the pressure....but didn't budge enough to do any damage. He wasn't strong enough.

"You hear that?" One of the soldiers said.

"Yeah, sounded like pipes twisting," another said.

"Shut it," the old man said with a glare.

"B-b-b-but, major Scrooge--" a soldier stammered.

"Enough!" The old man, in full uniform, said with a glare. "We need to finish construction on this flow-regulator, or the poison won't set in."

Olom couldn't help himself. Time to tease the meat. "Heh." A thin, raspy laugh, echoing through the tinny pipes.

"The Feth was that?" A soldier said.

"Heheheheheheh. HAH!"


Scrooge glowered. He didn't need force magic. He was a scientist. "Bah! Ignore that Fething poodoo! Just tricks of the Sith."

"The emperor's coming!" one soldier said in a panic.

Olom focused on the panicked man. He could do this. Send thoughts to him. Violent, terrifying thoughts....he needed to know.....no one could save them.......make him paranoid.

"The emperor is going to kill us...." the soldier said, twitching nervously, checking his gun out of habit.

"Bah, Umbarans!" The old man said with a glare. "When they get a real emperor, a human emperor, they can try and force me down. I fought for the Empire, and the Imperium. I don't surrender. I kill," he muttered as he continued tampering with his device. Until, something happened that was unusual. His wrench jumped. Out of his hand, and into his jaw. It jumped. Olom relased his focus, letting the wrench fall onto his leg, and then bringing it back to swing as his face again.

The old soldier caught the wrench, and began cursing. "Find the pile of sithspit that's doing this! Now!"

Olom grinned, and then he meditated. That little trick had cost him some energy. He focused, trying his best to impersonate the emperor. "So you need a human to fight you, then?" He said aloud, letting his voice echo through the pipes, watching as two of the soldiers began shooting as the ceiling until Scrooge yelled at them. Cursing violently. After a litany of language this writer will not publish on a website where minors are welcome, and some....creatively aggressive references to livestock, He let another laugh, ring, focusing on feeding on their fear. He coudl draw mroe strength from taunting them, then he could make his next move. He felt the force on his tongue, choosing his own words calmly. "You desire my blood, coward? If you're better, then how come I haven't lifted a finger against you yet. Why are you so important, hmm?"

Finally, the old man fell for it. He took out his pistol, and stood up from the console. "I'll kill you, Tyrin!" The old man exclaimed as he began to walk around. Good. He'd stopped fiddling with the console. He was now chasing a ghost. Which went he could be lured...

 

[Matreya]

@[member="The Black"] | @[member="Alexandra Shadowstalker"] | @[member="Tycho Shorn"] | @[member="Tyrin Ardik"] | @[member="Ashin Varanin"]

Sensing another powerful presense nearby, Zaiden turned his ship and gazed through his helmets binoculars at the woman who had arrived. There was something about her...he felt he should know her. But her signature was entirely unknown to him, and as such he decided to watch from up high. If the woman could somehow hold her own against Tyrin and his Ethereal Slaves, Zaiden would return to assist with the apprentices. Then after maybe he could claim the lives of one of those wretched slaves...

 

[Caulder Dune]

@[member="Ashin Varanin"]

The roar of some sort of Tron-rip off-esque motorbike tipped him off to impending danger. After witnessing some sort of shadow-splosion fling his Ethereal Slaves every which way, Tyrin's concentration on his application of Force Fear had been broken. It was only so much a man could do to stay focused and bear witness to something incredibly improbable. The Emperor would have liked to catch Zaiden mid-jump and drag him down to the ground, but he was then preoccupied leaping out of the way of an oncoming motorbike. With Zaiden gone and the intended target out of the way, the bike crashed uselessly into the side of a nearby building. By the time Tyrin got back up to his feet, the manic had already fled. He said something about Bullets before hand, though Tyrin didn't care enough to decipher that particular piece of nonsensical gibberish.

Now someone else was talking to him, and Tyrin turned to face the direction of the mysterious stranger as his Ethereal Slaves took their places back at his side.

I recognize that voice. You were at Elrood. Do you need something? Tyrin replied, dusting the dirt off his robes. Messy business, teaching upstarts a lesson.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Alexandra stood up and turned around, feeling the presence of Asha now. "Who..." She gripped her now deactivated blades tight as she stared at the newcomer, unsure of who she was nor if she did turn out to be a threat that she could fight. She looked at Tyrin, then at Asha, waiting to see whom acted first.
@[member="Tyrin Ardik"]
@[member="Ashin Varanin"]

 

[Tricia Kalamack]

@[member="Zaiden James-Greyson"]

Tricia looked at the one who had displeased the emperor and she held her hands out. There were many things she could do without her hands but they could become a focus. His ship wasn't too large and being how she was. She smacked the force like a battering ram at him. One purpose on her mind to bring the little thing down before it could escape. Her fists balled before opening then the air distorted in ripples to mirror her will, to simulate he desire of throwing it out of the sky. The ship down here had been interesting but it mattered not, once able to breathe she could fly around and assist where needed or just lift enemies into the sky and drop them on sith sabers. She sent a mental message while attacking and felt the power from her robes. Lord Kaine and Val'rysses items from the dark forge and it let her dig into that deep pit of rage at the Zhell. "Get over here."

 

[Balaya Praelior Zambrano]

@[member="Alexandra Shadowstalker"]

"Worry not about it apprentice." Balaya stood beside her and had appeared with the Slaugh and blackblades. Enough to fight but not the full legion. Her armored gleamed while sweat was on her brow from fighting in the area. "I hope you have not been getting into trouble to much Alexandra?" Her gaze went down to her apprentice while placing a hand on her shoulder. "You have done well unless the Emperor deems otherwise. Your first real test as a sith warrior and you have preformed wonderfully. Now come we have a battle to win and more people to kill."

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Alexandra looked over her shoulder, seeing Balaya stand there as she tried to regain a bit of her strength. "Yes master, but i need a few more moments. I pushed my body too much, it hurts to move much less fight." Her voice was as tired as she looked only emphasizing her condition. Though, despite that exhaustion, she remained standing with her grip firmly on her sabers as she stared back at Ashin.
@[member="Balaya Zambrano"]

 

[Matreya]

Zaiden felt his ship lurch to the side, something had hit him like a train..but he was in mid air. Feeling around with the force Zaiden located the origins of the attack, turning his gaze to the woman he smiled at her. He knew whom she was, and was willing to bet she posed a problem, despite the severity of his rage currently. Setting the ship to auto pilot, Zaiden launched the ship straight at her and leapt from it's safety. She could try to shoot it down, move it or anything similar, but he hoped she did for he knew these would not work. At near 400 mph, to shoot it would mean very little, to push it would barely affect anything as the explosion could still damage the woman. (@ Tricia Kalamack)

Landing on a building directly by where his battle had ensued, Zaiden hid his signature to remain unseen while he sent @[member="Balaya Zambrano"] a telepathic message, She did as commanded, and was willing to give her life facing a God. She deserves the rank of knight. With that, his attentions returned to @[member="Tyrin Ardik"] and @[member="Ashin Varanin"].

 

[Daral Tal'Verda]

As the worm of a Dark Jedi ran for the hills, The Black joined his master, @[member="Balaya Zambrano"] as well as @[member="Alexandra Shadowstalker"]. He stood before the towering zeltron and bowed loyally. "What is thy bidding, my master?" He questioned, placing both of his now deactivated sabers onto his hip and awaiting his master's orders. He felt blind without her guidance, unable to see through the darkness and accomplish his true goal, killing Ben Watts.

 

[Olom Grihk]

Olom grinned, occasionally taunting his prey, sending small pings on the commlink.

"Oh , but you've been so much fun. Are you enjoying our little chase?" He said, taunting the man and his troops. Leading them towards the squadron of personnel.

"I find your cowardice annoying," the old man said with a glower as he ran about angrily, chasing the voice through the labyrinth of pipes and metal.

"Come now, little paything," he taunted mercilessly, "Afraid because the game is too hard? Afraid a filthy alien can outwit you?"

The man growled as if possessed and charged blindly. "I'll kill you! I'll kill this whole fething planet before I let you wastes of carbon take it from the true Empire! The right Empire! HUMANITY's EMPIRE!!"

He then charged into a room, a room from which the echoes appear to come. A room in which ten troopers point their guns at him.

"Oh, fe---"

The remainder of that sentence was muffled by multiple blaster perforating the torso of Major Scrooge.

Olom stooped down, slowly hobbling over to the soldier as he bled. "The emperor has better to do. You were slain by an initiate, remember that."

Scroog gasped his last, fumbling for his pistol.

Olom sighed. "If he'd gone for a thermal, he could at least killed me with him. Pathetic..." he looked to the troops. "Good job, troopers. Give me your ranks and names, I'll recommend your meritorious service in my report," he said with a quiet indifference.
He tapped his comm-link and spoke softly. "Command, this is Apprenetice Grihk," he said calmly. "Scrooge is down, the device was not activated. The ordnance specialist of the troopers will make sure it's stable, but I would recommend bringing a full tech crew in here to salvage the chemical payload. If nothing else, it might be nice to provide immunizations if any more Imperium cells show up threatening to poison everything," he muttered calmly. After all, no point in ruling over a pile of corpses.

He laughed again, his eye flickering red. He had to admit, this beat his last job as a household advisor. Much more rewarding.