To Hell With The One Sith (Absolutely Open)

[The Red of Sinner]

The Final End​

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Romeo was then shot backwards with a pounding explosion, something came crashing into the building, and Romeo lost his sight for a moment. ​

Everything was black, but then a blur of color, and then the world came back to him. ​

"What the hell...?" He said to himself. As he looked over to his arm, it was gone, blood rushed out like a hoes.​

He blinked a couple of times, then a hand grasped his throat, no it was the force. All air was cut off from his lungs, and his face began to turn blue from it. Straining to move his head to see what was going on, Crucix stood before him with a cruiser smashed into the side of the building. Whatever had happen to the Sith on the other end was unknown to Romeo. ​

"Son, such a disappointment. Deth said you were coming for me, and look at you..failing, as always." He spoke to him.​

Romeo could feel the blood loss getting to him, and his blue color became pale.​

He couldnt move as his father stepped a bit closer. His vision was going again. Everything was going, all feeling.​

"Did you really think you could come here, and kill me?" He stated as if nothing was going on.​

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[member="Darth Arcanix"]​

[member="Vrag"]​

[member="Darth Ferus"]​

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Something touched Romeo's mind, and he couldnt but help stop paying attention to Crucix. He listened, it was so soft, so familiar. It was warm, gave him feeling again. Anger. It flooded him. There was nothing more to him but anger. Pure rage, and hatred. Whatever passion Romeo once felt was gone now. His eyes burned a hot read, and his air flowed about his face. His right hand, the only hand he had left as his left arm was gone at the bicep, shot forward. His saber rushed to his hand and ignited. It came across his lost arm, burning it closed. A scream of pain shot from his lips as his father had dropped him. What had happened to make Crucix drop him? Romeo had reached out with the force to grab the cruiser, and pull it against his father. ​

As Romeo stood back up, he could see the other Sith, and his father pend under the cruiser. The Darkside of the Force reverberated off Romeo as he took in the touch he had felt.​

"SHE IS STILL ALIVE! YOU HID HER FROM ME! YOU THREW ME AWAY! AND HID HER FROM ME!"​

He roared, the darkness in him changing his voice to something more demonic. The walls that were still up began to crumble as he drew on the force to pull it all down.​

"YOU WILL ALL DIE WITH ME! I WILL NOT DIE TILL YOU ALL DIE!" ​

 

[Taeli Raaf]

[member="Romeo Sin"]

She had lost track of her quarry for a moment, but with a cruiser crashing into the area, she could assume she knew where he was. Making her way there swiftly, she stopped short as she watched a now one-armed Romeo Sin bend the cruiser around two Sith and essentially crush them, yelling and carrying on all the while.

It was time to end this, she thought, igniting her lightsaber and twisting the handle. The hand guard slid into its perfect ring, and the blade emitters unlocked so they could spin to form an energy saw. There would be no banter now, no warning, she wanted him dead . . . now. Racing forward, she brought her lightsaber up, spinning blades and all, to make a move to take his other arm off. Her follow through attack would then split him along the middle, she just needed to get in position to do so.

 

[The Red of Sinner]

[member="Darth Arcanix"]

The woman came after him again, his eyes now just red balls of glowing goodness, and nub for a arm. His right hand shot up as he blocked her attack, but then something felt weird at his waist as she came through with another attack.​

He felt himself falling backwards, but when he looked to see what was going on, his legs still stood in their place. Pain coursed through him like blood, and his roared out more in anger, and pain.​

He slammed his hand down on the ground in frustration, and looked up at the ceiling that was beginning to crack. That soft touch came again, caresses him, cradling him even. A soft whisper in his ear.​

It's okay brother, let it go. I know all that happened, I remember it all. I have nothing to forgive you for, it wasn't your fault. ​

The voice then spiraled around his mind as he laid there. Miserable, and nothing left of him.​

His legs finally fell, and he looked at Arcanix, the glow faded away in his eyes, going back to their normal red. With a simple touch to her mind, Romeo spoke Telepathically.​

Please....end it...end this pain for me...​

With that, he opened his memories, and shared them all with her, the pain, the guilt, his only reason he kept living, for revenge. Now that he knew the revenge would be pointless, he had no more reason to be alive.​

How she would react to them probably would be her thinking he was weak, etc etc. Romeo didnt care, he just wanted to let it all go.​

 

[Taeli Raaf]

[member="Romeo Sin"]

'I'll end your pain . . . time for you to go on the next adventure eh?' she thought back, her animosity towards the man didn't mean she wasn't without mercy or above granting him this last act of kindness. She wasn't cold like her fellow Sith, she didn't view this as weakness. Maybe her sister was brushing off on her, but she felt this was the right thing to do and maybe Corvus would approve. The barrage of memories he sent her only increased her pity for the man and her understanding that his life had seen far too much struggle and pain than even her own.

Bending down, she would give him one last gift and as her lips closer over his, her lightsaber would go through his heart. It was the least she could do, giving the Shadow King one last touch of a female's lips before he moved on with a relatively painless way to die, rather than hours of agony and suffering that would be his life at the hands of any of the others he had encountered that day.

 

[The Red of Sinner]

[member="Darth Arcanix"]

Feeling the woman touch his mind gave him peace as she granted his wish. When she bent down, it surprised Romeo to feel her lips on his, but comforting at the same time. Romeo even smiled in the warm kiss as he felt the burning sensation go through his heart, then he felt nothing. He saw nothing, he heard nothing, and it was then he passed on.​

Now it was up to his brother to hold up the family line.​

As for Crucix, they would probably take him to the hospital, fix him up, and begone with him.​

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Thus ends the run of Romeo Sin, compassionate father, king of shadows, passionate lover, and to the end, didnt let the Sith control him, just as he said they wouldnt.​

 

[Onrai]

[member="Silara"] [member="Alric Kuhn"]

The crowd had surrounded around the woman - around Silara, someone that Jentara cared about immensely. She had shrugged off her feelings of disconcert over those memories, furious as she heard the scream of the Sith Lord. Her rush forward allowed the crowd to spy her, eying her with a strange degree of malice. Perhaps they assumed that she was some sort of Sith Lord as well, vulnerable thanks to the strange circumstances. But they were wrong.

So, so wrong.

Her anger manifested as she cursed in the language of the Sith, her speech twisted and arcane as she ran her hands along the ground, slowly moving her hands as she advanced on an equally menacing crowd. "Gudrybe ir jena'tes, nu reiklauti tave midwan iv tave jen'garthaz kia das'termen temias kafari anas zinot pliurzija nuyak nulis, nuyak xaari, nuyak Silara!" The crowd seemed to ignore her, and some even laughed as nothing appeared to happen.

Then they rose. Tendrils of pure, rarefied Dark Side energy, fueled by the hatred and anger she felt over their wounding of her student, her mother, her Silara. The crowd would scream as the tremendous tentacle-like formations of Force power would descend on them with a merciless speed and vengeance. The tendrils seemed to grow from the ground at Jentara's sides as they forced their way through the crowd, disintegrating flesh and clothing just by a very touch. Many attempted to run away, but she would have none of it at all - she refused to let them remain alive, not so long as she knew that they were responsible for committing a crime of atrocious proportions.

But one stood steadfast despite the behavior. It was that child. That small, little bastard who had begun their attempt to wantonly engage the Force user through the flinging of rocks. In his hand he held a stone, watching as his fellows found themselves running for their lives, their very flesh reduced to ashes by the totally tainted touch of the Dark Side Tendrils. And once they were dead, she redirected her anger elsewhere, slowly walking towards the young child who stood with no fear. And once she was a mere several meters away, he performed a mood of true audacity, something that she expected he would not do again.

He threw the stone.

She grasped the object almost reflexively with the Force, standing still as her eyes slipped to the side, looking at the floating mixture of feldspar and crystal in her hand that formed a majority of the world's underlying crust. Slowly, she turned her eyes back towards him.

"You dare."

The rock found itself traveling through the air at a breakneck speed. The amount of energy forced into the rock was tremendous, and Jentara's forehead was coated with slick sweat that stained her attire mercilessly as she allowed the Dark Side to guide her actions. The rock flew towards the child at a speed she knew he would never be able to stop, towards the most vulnerable point of his body. Thankfully for him, the penetrative power had severed the cord connecting his higher brain functions to the rest of his body - he would feel no pain as the blood rushed from the open wound, his falling quickly upon the ground something Jentara walked by with disdain. And once his corpse was lifeless, she would rush to the side of the injured Sith Lord, on her knees as she looked down over the woman who would, she prayed, recognize her.

"Silara... It's me. I'm here."

With caution, she first indicated to her fighter that there would be a passenger coming with her before reaching down, placing her arms underneath the upper back and underside of Silara's knees, having the woman in her arms as though she were a child. Jentara knew exhaustion would soon set in, and with such now the case, she turned, moving as quickly as her aching body could in order to return to her craft and save her mother from the debilitating effects of a stone to the temple. She prayed to whatever deities of the Force that existed for Silara's safety.

"Don't take her away from me... Not now. Not here."

 

[Alric Kuhn]

It didn't take long for Kiran and his soldiers to arrive. It didn't take long for them to notice the crowd of corpses, and it took even less time for Kiran to pull up the tracking coordinates of Silara. At first he had assumed that the woman was up ad moving by herself, but with her bio-signature still rather weak he realized that would prove to be an impossibility.

It took only half a heartbeat for one of the pilots of the dozen or so gunships to spot her, or rather them.

He barked out a command to them, almost immediately shooting forward. Half of the dropships moved in front of the fleeing woman, the other took up position above and behind her watching for any craft. From them fell The Sons of Titan, nearly fifty of them with two hundred more still sitting pretty within the holds of their ships.

The tall armored men surrounded the fleeing woman, bright blue skulls painted across their masks, each one raising a weapon, fingers laying across trigger guards, half of the blasters set to stun, the others expertly aimed at vital spots. They could do this because Coruscant was their home, they could do this because they were trained to do it, and most of all they could do it because they had been in sight when [member="Jentara Vel"] had picked up Silara. Giving them more than adequate time to get in position.

Kiran stepped forward out of the circle of his men. He radiated an air of calm and cool command, those studied in it would feel pheromones falling from him, exuding a sense of peace of no ill intent. His voice sounded the same, no threat to his tone or his voice, simply stern command. “Ma'am.”

He greeted her politely.

“I'm going to have to ask you to hand over that woman to us.” The Titan Industries logo on their shoulders and the One Sith Insignia on their chest would make it clear who they were, or at least where their loyalties lay. “She requires proper medical attention.”

His voice was authoritative, but not aggressive. He was simply stating facts. The intent was clear however, hand over [member="Silara"].

In space, things were much the same. Alric still felt panic, his heart still gripped tightly in his chest, and his head was filled with scenarios of what ifs.

It terrified him to his core.

It was like when he had heard of her injuries, when he had heard the reaction she had had to the Aspha. His stomach ached, and he felt as though he were about to puke. He couldn't handle this. All he wanted was for her to be safe, for her to be okay.

“Why?” He asked quietly. “Why go down there?”

His voice was bitter, depressed, panicked. He just wanted her to be okay.

Alric knew that Kiran would do his job, knew that retrieving her would be his only priority. The man was one of his closest companions, and although he had only met Silara once or twice he knew what the woman meant to Alric. That alone would mean he would raze a city block to find her.

The Arshlut would take position above the planet itself, falling in to place alongside the One Sith Fleet directly above where any craft might pass through in order to leave the planet. Alric stumbled through the halls, heading towards the Hangar of the Ship to find a way to get to the woman he loved.

 

[Onrai]

[member="Alric Kuhn"]

Jentara was a good fifteen meters away from her fighter when the rumble of ion engines roared over the landscape. The horde of blue skull-marked individuals were currently preventing her from taking [member="Silara"] to the nearby Cyracuse where she could be adequately returned to health. Perhaps even improved to rehabilitate some of the questionable damage that she appeared to have suffered since her last encounter with the Sith Lady. Of course, this situation was hardly helping at all, neither one way nor another.

The woman currently holding the ailing Silara sized up the man who was assumedly put in charge of this squad. The faint trace of pheromones caught her sense and immediately she tensed. She had used the amorous concoction many a time in order to enchant individuals under her guise as a Vinithi. Even her original body had utilized such capabilities - though she had no intention of ending up in a body with such abilities anytime soon. "Sir."

His request for her to turn her compatriot - her mother - over to individuals who, while seemingly aligned with the same organization as herself, bore the touch of behaving at another's behest on their armor, would be met with an extraordinarily suspicious glance. She was to say the least unsure as to whether these individuals were legitimate, or whether they were corporate mercenaries for hire who happened to have been contracted to the One Sith at the time. Eying back at the man with a steeled glance, she responded. "How convenient that I am about to take her to such a place. Perhaps the person you work for would be more interested in personally explaining why he wishes to take a mother away from her daughter in her time of need."

This, at the baseline, was true. Anyone taking DNA samples would find that Jentara was, indeed, of the genetic lineage of Silara. There were other gene strands mixed in, surprisingly more dominant than what would be found that was of the woman that the Sith Lady carried in her arms, but enough to determine that Jentara was who she said she was. Moreso, her return to life in this body had at least in part been thanks to Silara's actions, and she would repay such with copious dedication to the woman she had assisted in training.

"So please, let me take her to the facility where she can be healed of her wounds. Cranial trauma is already beginning to set in from the stones thrown at her. I have the necessary medical training to save her, if you let me do so. Otherwise, I will wait for your employer's arrival." For the time being, Jentara did have the necessary techniques prepared to keep Silara from succumbing to shock or other injury, but the last thing she required was for her Force reserves to be drained keeping her mother in a semi-stable state so she could be adequately treated. She would ensure her mother's survival, however, one way or another.

And if someone wanted her that badly, she would prefer to discuss the particulars of the situation individual to individual - whether the businessman or businesswoman wished to personally arrive, or desired to use a hologram to communicate. Assumedly at least one of these individuals would have a device to allow such type of contact, figuring that the arrival of his or her craft was not going to be as quick as the blue skull soldiers.

In the worst case scenario, she would mandate that she be allowed along with Silara. She was not going to let herself be broken away from her mother, regardless of how many intimidating individuals surrounded the two and requested their separation. With things considered now, she would simply wait patiently for the response. Whether it would be the soldiers' antagonism - which would result in her acquiescence with the solitary condition - or in a response from whoever was directing this, she would be patient about it.

Patience was a proper virtue, after all.

 

[Alric Kuhn]

[member="Jentara Vel"]

Kiran didn't move.

The expressive skull on his face didn't even twitch. It stared flatly at the woman, unblinking. It seemed that he was deciding on something. Slowly he stepped forward, heavy boot steps pressed against against duracrete. The weight of the armor was clear, though he still moved with a sort of lithe fluidity that showed he was well trained while wearing it.

His stride took him closer, and as he came up to her the pheromones that surrounded him seemed to pulse and grow stronger. It was still that same sense of calm, of peaceful waves crashing against a beach. Clearly he did not want this turning to violence.

“She is our employer.” Kiran stated flatly.

It was the truth...in a way. Silara held just as much control of the Sons of Titan as Alric did. That was because of a promise that he had made her, of an assurance given that day in the hospital. Everything he had was hers, and that included the Sons. If one wanted to wax poetics, if Alric Kuhn was the father of the Sons of Titan, then Silara was their Mother.

It was her teaching to Alric after all that gave the Sons knowledge of the Sith and the force.

From the bio-scanner Kiran could tell that Silara was in no critical condition. She required medical attention, but the rock had not been enough to cause cranial bleeding or severe damage, otherwise her vitals would have been completely off-set. The woman was right however, a hospital and treatment would soon be required.

“We will take her to the Titan Industries Medical Care Center. The best doctors, surgeons, and treatment options can be found there.” His voice was firm, and as he spoke he held out his arms clearly expecting her to hand over [member="Silara"] to him. The air of calm around him stayed in place, stark determination to keep Silara safe still within him.

Alric Meanwhile had found a a ship.

The Hangar of the Command Ship was not massive, but it contained several squadrons of star fighters and several shuttles. Alric inspected them all with only fleeting glances, eventually finding the fastest and most rugged one. He dashed towards it as fast as he could, grappling onto the ramp and screaming at one of the pilots to get the ship ready.

Before long the vessel lifted from the Hangar Floor.

A ping alerted him to a small bit of data on his watch, an update from one of the Sons. Apparently a woman was keeping Silara. He frowned, not knowing who could be doing such a thing. His answer was simple, ://Get her\\:

He trusted Kiran, the man would know what to do.

 

[Onrai]

[member="Alric Kuhn"]

The individual's pheromones grew more potent, and yet still, Jentara resisted. Extraneous manipulation of the mind had been a talent she had excelled in, whether as a Dark Jedi in the Fringe or a Sith Lord in the original Sith Empire. Chemical manipulation was not as easy to shrug off as that of the Force when the mind had been properly steeled against such intrusions, but she had spent plenty of time in such rooms to grow excessively tolerant to their effects.

Unlike alcohol, but that was another story.

Then he claimed her as his employer, and for the first time that day, Jentara smiled. It wasn't a smile of hope, or a smile of happiness - it was a smile of surprise. "I know that she did not call you here. I again ask that your employer respond to me. I have no intentions of harming my mother, after all, but I will not turn her over to individuals that are complete strangers to me." Such was not entirely true - while she would do her damnedest to ensure that this did not result in the injury or death of one of her closest apprentices, if they attempted to fire, she would've been more than willing to use [member="Silara"] for cover. Such would not work out to anyone's advantage, however, and in the back of her mind, Jentara questioned if she was even capable of committing such a ruthless act of matricide.

The effects of the cranial trauma were, to Jentara, unknown. It was almost certain that the resulting impact of the rocks had at least given her a significant concussion, not to mention the cosmetic bruising and bleeding that made her look in even worse condition than she had appeared in from a distance, in relatively good health. To her, she had to assume the worst, given the lack of available resources located in her immediate vicinity.

As the individual, still unnamed and faceless, but with certainly some form of influence over the others, moved to extend his arms, Jentara receded, holding the woman more tightly to her own chest. "I have my own medical laboratory with the necessary equipment to heal her every injury. I've done so before, and I can certainly do so again, so pardon me if I doubt your 'treatments' being the best as you claim." The suspicion she had towards the man in question would not be quelled anytime soon.

"I will remain here, waiting for your employer to arrive so we may end this unnecessary standoff. No blood will be shed."

Not here.

Not now.

Not ever again.

 

[Alric Kuhn]

[member="Jentara Vel"]

Kiran considered shooting the woman for a few seconds, then remembered the crowd of dead civilians and decided that such a thing would likely lead to a fight, which would lead to Silara getting more injured.

That in the end made the decision easy. Shooting her wouldn't be the answer here, as much as it would simplify things. Alric would be displeased. For a moment his eyes flickered over towards the bio-metric readings, the sensory input that he was still getting from Silara. He frowned slightly, shifting on his feet. There was an easier solution to all of this, he simply had to think of it.

For a brief few seconds the skull over his face flickered.

Then he flipped over his wrist and activated the small datapad there. A holographic display appeared, and he slowly began to type something in, sending a signal to a dropship that was now burning its way through the atmosphere of Coruscant. A ping was quickly received, and Kiran once again lowered his arms ready to receive Silara.

“Mr. Serin will meet you at the Medical Center, provided you hand Lady Vitium over to me. Now.” The expression of the skull shifted once again, becoming stern. The note of using her Darth Title was an important one. Kiran knew her real name, but it was a sign respect that he did not use it. He was only a simple soldier after all. “He gives you his word.”

Whether that was enough for the woman was still to be seen, but Alric had always kept his word, his promises. A man of his reputation didn't get by on reneging in deals.

 

[Onrai]

[member="Alric Kuhn"]

Jentara listened patiently to the response of the individual. While she ordinarily would not trust another individual sans herself with Silara's health in mind, the knowledge that she would be there along with her would be particularly important. Shifting, she brought out one of her datapads, holding it over to him underneath the legs of @Silara. "One last thing before I give her to you. The coordinates to the location. The second that I give her to you, I will leave to that location in my craft with said coordinates."

If this was a ruse, she would ensure that adequate retribution was paid. And once receiving the coordinates, as she handed the woman to the blue-skull, she would prepare in the event that this was some sort of trap, the power of the Dark Side burning within her using her remaining vestiges of power. She would protect herself if she was shot at, in the back or otherwise, adrenaline coursing through her veins. In twenty minutes she would regret this for sure, but right now, it was all that was keeping her going.

And once Silara was firmly in the grasp of the man, Jentara would swiftly turn around, datapad in hand as she would move towards her ship. The woman would, assuming the ring did not open to allow her to simply walk through, expend the last vestiges of her current Force energy to give a swift forward leap over the men, rolling forward with momentum before slipping into the cockpit of her fighter. As the ship began to take off, she would double check to ensure that the coordinates given did indeed match the "Titan Industries Medical Care Center" the man had referenced.

With that, she would be off. Whether she would meet them there, or they would meet her there, was all up to the speed of their individual craft. Regardless, he now had what he wanted. It was time to see how trustworthy an individual this mysterious employer was.

 

[Alric Kuhn]

As soon as he held [member="Silara"] within his arms that stark calm would wash over him anew.

This time it was for a purpose. It was to soothe Silaras own body. When one was unconscious the system was generally too shocked to handle something that had happened and or it was trying to force itself into a speedier recovery. The pheromones, although they would have no conscious change on Silara would still filter through her body, giving her a measure of calm and allowing her to relax.

Kiran hoped that this would let her wake up.

The bio-metric scan that he received from the necklace told him of minor bleeding and a concussion. Easily treatable, and not something that should permanently put her into a coma. To aid this along, Kiran stalled for a moment as one of his men pulled out a small medical kit. The wound on her head was quickly sealed.

He gripped her tightly, holding her in his arms like a small child as he stepped onto one of his transports.

The pheromones floated around them, hopefully bringing her to consciousness.

To say Alric was thrilled would have been a lie, but that didn't matter.

He had her.

That was all that mattered.

He had her.