Will to Power (Sith)

[Darth Vazela]

@[member="Mikhail Shorn"]

Darth Vazela stretched his aching arms to the sides, holding them spread out to the sides. The Force was called upon and the liquid black, darkened Sith robes he had dropped prior to him entering the Chaos that had been the duel came forth and formed over his body. As it slipped over his frame, concealing the black t-shirt, combat leggings and steel capped, black boots, he listened to Mikhail Shorn goading him. "Pathetic," Vazela thought to himself. "How pathetic you really were Tyrin Ardik, to subject us all to this!"

The Sith Lord lulled his head, almost bored like in fashion, to the Lightsaber he had just discard. Full of arrogance, he was annoyed. Mikhail Shorn only won this fight for one reason. Quantity over quality; and that certain Lightsaber. But Vazela knew that, soon, he would have a weapon that would rival the Soulsaber. If his experiments were done correctly. Force Guiding the cylinder object upwards, Vazela caught the weapon and ignited it found itself in his finger tips.

That was when Vazela showed how clever he was. Unleashing the Force, he created a Force Illusion around himself and tricked all of those who was watching him sever his right hand. An audible thud filled the room as the 'hand' hit it. As the illusion of himself stood there, feigning pain, anger and hatred, all of the emotions they would feel coming from him regardless, the real Vazela turned his Lightsaber off, disappeared behind a pillar and opened a window.

He jumped out of the window, stepped around on the ramparts and clipped his weapon to his belt. He closed the window, as quietly as he could and then stood there, waiting. When everyone left, he would dissipate the Force illusion and makes his way back to the Obscurity.

He was leaving the Empire. He had seen enough. It was a true testimony to what Ayra had taught him. They were weak.

 

[Marcus Faust]

Marcus couldn't really kneel, but he nodded to the best of his abilities, missing a leg and severe burns made kneeling hard. He weakly motioned for his saber guard to set him down. In unison the three saber guards and Marcus stated, "All hail Emperor Lussk." before he decided to simply await the new Emperor's reaction. Marcus knew the gravity of his current condition, he'd need a suit, a life support suit. One leg was gone at the knee, the other was burned and eaten away to the point where it needed amputation, both his arms were mangled, and breathing was difficult. It was without question time for a life support suit, the likes of which @[member="Dranok Lussk"] had seen before.

 

[Lord Ghoul]

Mikhail shrugged at Darth Puzzle's eccentric actions. "Good enough for m-"

Then the ring of fire leapt up around him. His brows drew together sharply and he felt the anger inside him rise with the flames. Who challenged him now? Gathering the power of the Dark Side into him, he let the aphotic strength flow through his limbs. Luckily, his legs remained unscathed from the fight. He leaped high and away, clearing the flames and landing on a thin, protruding ledge from one of the pillars in the room. He clung to the pillar with his left arm, clipping the Soulsaber back to his belt. His toes peeked far over the edge of the tiny ledge. It was barely enough room for him to stand at all.

Mikhail stared down, ready to fling destruction with a thought on the one who attacked him.

 

[Matreya]

Thinking quickly, Zaiden deduced a quick plan. Maybe not the best, but for now it would do. Drawing the sole Blaster Pistol from his left boot, Zaiden called to the force to create a small wall of bent light to hide behind for a moment as he lined up a shot. One shot, that's all it would need if it could strike home. Taking a deep focusing breath, he exhaled slowly, and as he did so did the most complicated thing he ever attempted. He wasn't even sure it would work, thus he put his literal all into it.

As he pulled the trigger, Zaiden fired a shot, which brought the Cloaking with it. Dropping as low as he could, Zaiden kept his mind, eyes, will, and hope on the blast as it flew towards the man. If his plan worked, Mikhail wouldn't know anything until it was to late.

@[member="Mikhail Shorn"] @[member="Shinjū Aÿasha"]

 

[Shinju]

@[member="Zaiden James-Greyson"] @[member="Mikhail Shorn"]

Shinju saw it, the flames and where they had come from as her blade came out again. With a snap hiss of blood red then she fed, she pulled at the heat to fell herself as she had seen Isis do. Consume the body heat or in this case a ring of flame. Her snarl came trailing out while she looked around for whoever it was and the kingslayer Mikhail or could he be called a Kingmaler now. He had been there to make her empress, now Dranok was emperor... He might have a gift. Shinju kept pulling at energy and at the feelings. Then for a brief moment she though there was something but her null sensing abilities didn't help. "Lord Shorn, do you see who?"

 

[Olom Grihk]

Olom was annoyed. More fighting? Feth. He just wanted to get back to work. Maybe it was his anger. Maybe it was the amount of time he had wasted that could've been devoted to useful research. Maybe it was just that he didn't really care who was the leader of this Empire any more. Either way, he didn't draw his sabre. He began levitating pieces of Obsidian. Angrily. Many of the, sharp like knives, levitating. His prey would quit hiding, and then he would send the volcanic glass flying towards his enemies. Angrily. He was done with all this imbecilic posturing. He would kill people until there wasn't anyone left to keep wasting his time.

He. Had. HAD IT!

 

[Other Space Kaiden]

Krag was rather confused with the turn of events that had taken place. He had stopped his battle to watch as everything played out, Tyrin was dead, Shorn had taken the throne and then abruptly gave it up to Dranok Luusk. Lessers were so strange, why would one give up the ultimate title of Sith power? The one title that told the rest of the galaxy that you were not to be trifled with? Krag was sure it had to be cowardice, what else could it have been? Oh well, at least Dranok was someone that Krag had worked with before and knew was strong. Better than this Shorn character who he barely knew existed.

The Graug had called his Horde Guard back to his side and was about to take his leave of the throne room, not interested in whatever speeches were to be made, when attacks suddenly shot forth at Shorn. The round was invisible, but when it made itself clear, Krag decided that there was no glory in watching as lesser's killed the man. Krag smiled, calling upon the ashes once again. He raised his right hand into the air, limp and pointed to the ground. As his arm raised higher, so did the ash that slowly leaking from his skin to form a rising plum of scorching death. It rose higher and higher above the Gruag Knight and as it rose above his head it began to take the shape of a clawed hand.

When his arm was pointed towards Shorn, Krag jerked his wrist forward and opened his palm. The ash reacted instantly and the hand of cinders shot forward towards the emperor's murderer. The ash would be scorching, hot enough to burn through skin and bone just as it almost had with the red haired Sith. As the hand of ash got within range, Krag would close his palm and envelope @[member="Mikhail Shorn"] in a grip of hellfire.

 

[Lord Ghoul]

Mikhail never saw it coming.

The blaster bolt punched through his lower torso, leaving a small hole surrounded by charred flesh. Shorn grunted, surprised. A blaster bolt? He felt himself slipping, about to fall of the pillar, and to his death. And then Shinju's energy fed into him, revitalizing his battle-ravaged body. He glanced downward, only to find a clawed hand of ash and fire stretching toward him from where @[member="Krag"] stood. Mikhail's eyes shone with fury, two icy gales that pierced any who he looked at. And right now, he was looking straight at Krag.

With Dark Side streaming into him from Shinju, he felt powerful again. Not godlike, not like before. But powerful. He directed the aphotic flow into a telekinetic attack to stop Krag's attack before it reached him. To stop all of this. He smelled brimstone as the claw grew closer, heat warmed his face. The ceiling trembled, then rumbled, and fractured. Enormous marble chunks dropped downward as Mikhail brought the ceiling down on Krag's head, just before the hellfire claw reached him.

 

[Matreya]

Zaiden smiled, it worked...

Full cloak in place again, Zaiden moved slowly and precisely from his position to the next, never once truly on the open despite the use of a full cloak. He wouldn't stop being careful. Soon enough, Zaiden was opposite his original position, blaster drawn around another corner...this time aimed at the back of the Rakatan Empress, just as Mikhail finished defending against the beasts attack.

Krag was coming in handy, Zaiden would best Mikhail through use of aquaintances. They did not know each other well, but he knew the humongous warrior and he was sure he remembered Zaiden - the idiot Legate still had a deal to finalize with the brute. Once the shot was lined, he loosed one single shot yet again, so as to have one single item to bend light around, and a small one at that. It was not a kill shot, nor even a mortally wounding one. But no blaster fire could be taken easily.

@[member="Mikhail Shorn"] @Krag @Shinjū Aÿasha

 

[Shinju]

Shinju continued her feeding, she breathed in deeply all the feelings while she fed it into Mikhail to empower him. The others while she looked upon Krag who was attacking as well. Her eyes rolled a little mainly because now the coup was turning into something she didn't really want to keep going. Her saber came up ready to attack whatever came next flicking her eyes back and forth. She pushed energy into Mikhail to keep him going and energized with a laugh."

 

[Other Space Kaiden]

Krag's hand of fire dissipated into thin air as the stones came crashing down on his head. It was so sudden and without warning that the beast barely had time to cover his head before the marble crushed in upon his skull. As the Graug fell to the ground, dust and ruble shot into the air while large pieces of the ceiling weighed down on his body. The beast was then still...deathly still for quite some time before a weak groan escaped his lips.

Krag's mind was foggy, he could barely remember what had just happened. Even as he stood up from the ruble and debris, he could scarcely recall where he was or why the throne was shattered into pieces. His anger had dissipated and his body had grown calm...but another feeling was rising inside him. Suddenly the room around Krag vanished, replaced by delusion...and this happened.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UhBjPaCd7AY


Ya'll just got Krag rolled!!!!

 

[Judas of Vahl]

The newly christened Emperor smiled brightly as @[member="Vilox Pazela"] made his departure, Dranok happy to relieve himself of yet another burden to deal with. Whether he left or not meant nothing to the man. If Vazela was to leave, then many more Knights and hopefuls were sure to clamber up the ladder of the Sith to attain his previous position. Just as the thoughts of power changes entered Dranok's mind, more violence and fighting erupted. The Emperor frowned, stepping away from @[member="Mikhail Shorn"] as the combat surged around him.

Dranok Lussk strolled away, taking up a position beside the crumbled throne, leaning against it. Stop. All of you. His thoughts stretched from his mind to enter everyone's, the steel in his voice obvious.

 

[Olom Grihk]

Olom noticed roughly 647 things, however, of these things, only a small margin were useful. First, the assailant was not as a dept at masking his infrared emissions, leaving him a blobby shadows to Olom's wider spectra of vision. Secondly, and more importantly, he was leaving footprints every where, although the bent light was obscuring his exact features and shape quite a bit. The footprints were helpful. High stride, humanoid, boots. Even heels, so major leg deformities. Preference for shooting in the back. Dramatic, showy and powerful. Asinine. Not many people were capable of this level of cloaking. Of those that were, even fewer were prone to such obvious, showy displays.

He knew of three people capable of such feats, from his intelligence reports. Velok would never use a blaster pistol, and would hold it at a different angle based on the trajectory--and had much larger feet. Vazela was already accounted for, and wouldn't be so ham-fisted in his approach. That left one man known to be alive. The man who tried to kill Tyrin on Bastion. He could be wrong. But hey, educated guess. Might as well go all in.


"Zaiden!" He bellowed, mustering every ounce of Force power into his Dun Moch. "Cease your imbecilic hiding! If you desire a fight with Shorn, stand up and stop cowering! Else I will drive an obsidian knife into your pathetic heart!" An educated guess, but if he were right, than he just broke the concentration of a Sith Lord who had caused his fellow apprentice so much annoyance on Bastion. And to be frank, it did match the young man's psychological profile.

 

[Caulder Dune]

@[member="Mikhail Shorn"] | @You Other Folks Runnin' About

Slowly, surely, the darkness subsided and the throne room came back into view. Tyrin couldn't feel most of his body, but the parts he did feel were in searing, terrible pain. Typical, really. Tyrin couldn't see where Shorn was. The man was probably off fighting someone else. Kaine or Vazela stood the most chance against him, it was probably them. Tyrin wanted to rise from where he stood, implanted into the stone like he was, and seek furious vengeance against Shorn... But he wasn't angry enough. He wasn't angry at all. Now it was just pain and... Annoyance. Annoyance and disappointment in himself. Clearly, he wasn't cut out for leadership. Or maybe those under him weren't cut out for being led. No, no, it wasn't them. They had done well. Those responsible for his current position were rogues. Selfish beings that mocked the notion of supporting any cause or ideal that didn't put them at the forefront. Fault also lay with himself, Tyrin supposed, for numerous reasons.

Such was the way of the Sith.

Now that he had been bested- humiliated -in front of such a great number of Sith, most of which had been his underlings... There was no way he could keep the throne. Not now, not later, not in a million years. Perhaps Kaine would still support him, but it would be hollow and meaningless. What kind of example would that set for the Sith Knights under him? No one would take his claim seriously. Perhaps the Imperial military would still be at his call, but that was also meaningless if he didn't command the undisputed support of the Sith. He couldn't stay in the Empire either. Someone else would kill him. If not as a display of power, then for sheer sport or spite. Tyrin had no intention of dying, but he had no intention of staying here either.

He rolled himself over, onto his stomach. His lightsaber had fallen loose when he'd been flung, but he didn't bother looking for it. Let Shorn take it as his trophy, let someone else take it as a souvenir. He didn't care. He wanted to leave. Go far away. Do something else. Sith work was no longer cut out for him. Emperor work was no longer cut out for him. Using the last vestiges of strength he had to call upon the Force, he cloaked himself in shadow once more. He crawled, humiliated and broken, into the shadows. And then, towards the exit. He wanted to go to Umbara. Set himself up as minor noble. Live a quiet, meager existence as was apparently destined for him.

If anyone had seen him roll over, it would be the last they saw of Tyrin. Perhaps when the fighting subsided they would realize this was the definitive end of the Ardik Regime. It was a good thing Tyrin was already long gone by the time Zaiden made his appearance. The sheer stupidity that rolled off of that imbecilic "Sith" knight would have been enough to render him comatose via losing faith in the Galaxy at large.

 

[Matreya]

Zaiden smiled, it worked...

Full cloak in place again, Zaiden moved slowly and precisely from his position to the next, never once truly on the open despite the use of a full cloak. He wouldn't stop being careful. Soon enough, Zaiden was opposite his original position, blaster drawn around another corner...this time aimed at the back of the Rakatan Empress, just as Mikhail finished defending against the beasts attack.

Krag was coming in handy, Zaiden would best Mikhail through use of aquaintances. They did not know each other well, but he knew the humongous warrior and he was sure he remembered Zaiden - the idiot Legate still had a deal to finalize with the brute. Once the shot was lined, he loosed one single shot yet again, so as to have one single item to bend light around, and a small one at that. It was not a kill shot, nor even a mortally wounding one. But no blaster fire could be taken easily.

@[member="Mikhail Shorn"] @Krag @Shinjū Aÿasha

(Reposting via not being sure if shinj saw I'd post sniped. Also, lmao stupidity. Yeah Zaiden was brash and rather unthinking, but he is being more calculating k then he ever has, and is wounding those around him without being harmed himself. Thus, must not be stupid.)