Fanclub **The True Sith Empire** Lords of the First Sith Order- We deal in absolutes.

At least here on the Easter Seaboard. With all the rain we had, I was afraid my classroom was going to flood again.

 

Possibly late, but defiantly fashionably late!

After putting away the Mononoke Hime action figures from a fellow Sith that had helped her out of yet another bout of depression, (Lady) Lord Hekate finished pulling one of her nicer dress robes from the back of her closet. Her apartments as a Sith Lord compared differently to her quarters as an Underlord, and she wasn't just referring to the square footage and closet space. From up of the ceiling, her pet centaurantula, El Muerte, hissed and clicker her mandibles in approval. Mami looked lovely.

Looking up, Hekate asked, "Well, what do you think? Linen or cotton worsted? They both have their charms, but the hot weather's coming, and the linen has matching leggings...Linen it is." Hanging up the cotton worsted back in the closet, she pulled out linen dress. Perfect! Leaving out some fresh meat, she ordered the slaves to clean the carpeting and not to touch her lesson plans. Anybody so much as editing out the importance of disabilities as a source of strength would be struck down (so to speak) with the disability of her choosing and cast out into an ableist culture.



After putting on the dress, Hekate was debating throwing a jacket on over her dress. As fragile as it seemed, Sith party dresses were woven with steel coarseweave thread for maximum versitality. Leggings next, she was not going to ruin a pair of black tights chasing after Jedi all evening, although she did have the option of going bare legged. Nah!



All she needed were boots, stylish boots. No stilettos, how did you kill Jedi in those things anyway?


Done! Looking herself over in the full length mirror, Hekate was ready to go!

Grabbing her orange bladed light-dagger, she took the elevator down to the lobby and made her way towards the Main Hall. Flinging the door wide open, she activated her blade.

 

Lord Manticore
Sith Entertainment

Under his hood, the zabrak High Lord smirked, allowing himself a modicum of pleasure at the sight of the newly minted Lord Bernael, as he moved towards the burning Jedi Temple, ready to participate in the arranged entertainment for his ascension celebration. An eyebrow went up and his smirk widened suddenly, catching a glance of Lady Hekate, who was literally 'dressed to kill', her weapons already lit, like the bared fangs of a predatory creature.

Excellent.

From where he sat, Manticore could sense a spike through the force. Some of the 'convicts' were already reacting to new stimulus, the news that the sith were coming. Fear and Anger were the two leading sensations pouring from their armed adversaries, even as they sought to secure themselves and regroup.

Good.

Manticore had been selective when picking the worst of the lot for this event. Vicious underhanded criminals, homicidal psychopaths, amoral mercenaries, cruel force users, none fit to live among a 'peaceful' society. Predators in their own right, all condemned to die. Fighting for their 'freedom' seemed a more 'suitable' choice than clinical execution; however, the sentence was basically the same. Unless, of course, a participant truly felt differently and somehow managed to capitalize on the present opportunity. However, in Manticore's estimation, trash had to be put out and burned, no matter how 'glorious' it may have been in times past.

Still, one could always eke-out one last use out of an expired item.

As his fiery eyes observed all who attended the feast, Manticore absently took a sip from his cup of Lady Syren's Brew, and silently wondered who else would partake of the provided entertainment.

Hmmm...

EDIT:

Participants. Feel free to RP your encounter with any number of armed adversaries, or force user(s). Remember, these are hardened criminals who know they are going to be killed. They are either going to fight with all they have, or attempt to flee. You decide how they come by their ultimate fate.

 

The Jedi Temple was ablaze with light, and now it was time get down to business and defeat the scum. Activating the blade, she used the Force to drag a few wounded junkies strung out on adrenaline and glitterstim spice. Hardly an Angel of Death, that was best left to Messrs. Gaiman and whoever was running Vertigo Comics. Strutting down the cracked marble walkways, she sent bodies flying.

"Well boys, who wants to play?"

 

In the dim lighting, Hekate could just make out Bernael's from, half shrouded in the shadows. From far away, she could smell the burning fires and the cries from the fallen and dying. A vicious smirk crossed her face, "Yes, Lord Bernael. Let's hunt." Calming her fury and focusing her senses, she walked over to the precipice, overlooking a sheer drop of about 100 feet. Moving silently, she crept along the shadows and used Force Ilusion to hide her face behind a Mygeetan Death Mask.



Sticking the landing, she darted after something slinking in the shadows... and slit his throat. Hot blood flew against he porcelain face and she merely wiped it off with her arm. Such bloodshed meant nothing to the Sith.

 

Burning Jedi Temple

Waves of darkness whorled, ebbed and crested in waves. Soon, the two Sith Lords would be drawn to a 'strong point' near a burning hangar.

There were two lightsaber wielding 'darksiders' loosely commanding the effort. Four wanna-be-mandalorians were working to unlock a downed transport, their possible ticket to 'freedom'. There was a manned EWeb placed atop a pile of rubble. Six blaster wielding thugs hunched down behind makeshift barricades, while four vibro blade wielders served as look-out.

Breaching the ship's ramp to gain entrance was taking longer than it should. Time was ticking and the pressure was on, which was fraying nerves and consuming vapors of patience. The blaster wielding thugs heard someone scream as they were haplessly killed somewhere in the distance, yet too close for comfort, causing them to draw their weapons. The saber wielding darksiders did the same.

Shadows were dancing all around them, thanks to the burning pyres, and for a moment, all was silent, except for the ones trying to open the ship.

Something or someone was approaching....but who?

Despite the palpable fear and anger, this group had decided that nothing would keep them from escaping this hellish place. It was kill or be killed.


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The deeper Hekate walked into the temple, the fiercer her enemies. Spurred on by the lashes of anguish and self hate, they fell about the beautiful Sith Lady, intent on defiling her. Hekate knew their whims, she could read souls; a useful skill she had acquired during the process of reincarnation. Missions not yet completed carried over to the next one, no matter what corporeal form the soul took. All that mattered was continuing the end goals of the Sith Empire, and if Hekate was lucky and died of old age, her name would be exalted for the future generations of future female Sith.

Left, right, up, down, clockwise, backwards, forwards- her lightsaber dagger flew in any direction as she engaged the men (and women?) who lunged at her from below the floors, secret wall panels. Not only did she use her dagger, she tapped into the Force to strangle, ignite, impale, eviscerate, implode, and boil her enemies by merely manipulating their life energy. She was a skilled Sith Alchemist after all.

 

Hekate was rounding a corner when she heard frightening screams and floodlights from a freighter. That could only mean some of the prisoners had escaped and were trying to make a run for it. Hopefully, there would still be some life left she could shish-kabob out of them. That is, if Bernael didn't devour them all first.

It was here the ankles on her boots gave out, and she had to sit down and take them off. Oh well, she could always have the slaves refurbish them later. Running barefoot out to the open hangar bay, she observed Bernael finishing off the ex-escapees. She could take care of the ship! Slowing her breath, she reached out and caused the ship to combust. KABOOM!

@greyjedi125 and @darthbernael

 

Lord Manticore
Sith Temple

The spectacle was...delectable, to say the least, in every possible way. The zabrak felt a powerful and sudden urge to join, but this once, the abattoir was for the honored and the invited sith. He would simply have to exercise the greatest level off restraint and sit this one out.

Manticore's fiery eyes remained fixed on the points of conflict, where both Darth Bernael and Darth Hekate took pleasure in their deeds, purging the faux Jedi Temple, as irony would have it. A fireball erupted where the transport provided to 'bait' an attempted escape exploded, thanks to Darth Hekate's lethal skills. Oh, it made him smile, if only for a moment.

Languidly, Manticore turned towards Darth Helinith and ventured to inquire: "My Lady, would you care for a spot of entertainment? I would suggest partaking at once. The treats provided are...limited, only while supplies last, I'm afraid."

A knowing respectful nod is offered, before the zabrak's fiery gaze return to the burning theatre and the unfolding events therein.

Hmmm, perhaps this could be made into an annual event. Interesting, though such could be brought for consideration in later discussions. Now was the time for much needed relaxation, in sithly fashion.

Tag: @darthhelinith

Please continue with Self RP or Shared RP, @darthbernael, @Nehru_Amidala ( delectable performances )

 

Hekate grinned, "It most certainly is nail polish, I had a slave give me a pedicure the other day. The shade's called Nightshade's Shadow." She was ready for finishing off the warriors. She only hoped they put up more of a fight. Then again, fighting against two Sith might be for a better showdown. She could sense them, hunkering down behind broken furniture and fallen ceiling panels.

"Let's roll."

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OOC: ^ Were you just flirting with me???

All Hekate could do in that moment was blush like a tomato and her mind went blank. Had Bernael been flirting with her? Seriously? She didn't have time romance, she had enough going on in her life that she did not need a romantic partner...or did she? Shaking her head, she pulled herself together and gave chase to the fleeing enemy. Vengeance would be theirs!

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Darth Iudex
Burning Jedi Temple

The Fallen Sith Lord had missed the initial gathering to his own disappointment. There had been a desire to officially congratulate the newest Lords to the Order, but by the time he had arrived, they, along with some others, had already begun their misadventures around the provided Jedi Temple. It was regrettable, but it happened.

"Just have catch them over there.." He had muttered to himself upon being told of his late arrival. He had quickly departed for the Temple, following behind the other Sith's wake of carnage.

The real party was already in full swing, if the shattered remnants of the Temple Doors were any indication. The tasteful splattering of blood helped, as did the unmistakable wails of suffering emanating from somewhere inside. An easy-going smile spread across his lips. The Sith inside were certainly taking their sweet time, so why should he rush? This was all for their own amusement after all. A time to let loose, have some fun for once.

"..." His fingers moved in a blur, undoing the countless straps and knots which bound the titanic mass of cortosis against his form. His gleaming armor crashed into the duracrete below without hesitation. It wasn't needed. Lightsabers hung lonely from his hips, their owner instead slipping a pair of spiked metal circlets over his fingers, a set of golden knuckle-dusters.

And then he ran, bounding up the steps of the Temple with uncharacteristic swiftness. The Hangar had been taken care of by the others, so he ignored it, sprinting past the blackened corridor towards the next closest cluster of non-Sith. The Force was awash in rage and terror as one by one, the provided 'toys' were snuffed from existence. But not all, Iudex would at least find his few to play with.

He skidded around a corner, almost tripping over a fresh corpse as he came to a stop, and laughed. Cackled, more accurately. For up ahead, a group of five humanoids had trapped themselves against a dead-end in the corridor. Or, perhaps, realizing their fate was already sealed, they had tried to set up an ambush for whomever hunted them? A makeshift barricade of furniture and loose concrete had been erected between the group and Iudex.

"Heh. Well, here I am!" He called out to the rabble before him. Iudex wore a content smile on his face as he stared the group down, curious to see which of them would fire first. But he sensed hesitation within their ranks. "A pity."

Iudex leaped forwards, covering the distance with great strides as the defenders finally began to open up, blanketing the hallway under a hail of blaster fire. The Falleen weaved to and fro between the bolts, his warm smile never faltering as he continued his reckless charge. It must have been maddening to watch. He barreled through the barricade without pause, scattering debris and body alike in his wake. Using his forward momentum to his full advantage, Iudex lashed out with a closed fist into the gut of the nearest humanoid.

An ear-tingling crrraaack echoed out from within upon impact, followed quickly behind with another as the Falleen spun around and delivered a high kick to his buddy's chin, wrenching his head backwards with a single blow. Both crumpled to the floor, like marionettes with their strings cut. Iudex grinned, slowly turning in a 180 to find the other three convicts already sprinting full force down the original hallway, presumably believing their comrades would stall Iudex enough for them to get away.

Darth Iudex laughed again, his mirth echoing down the hall after them. "But we're just getting started! Come on! I'll even let you strike first!" He waited for a moment with baited breath, to see if any of the three would take him up on his offer. Finding none of them doing so, Iudex began walking after them, not a hint of urgency in his step.

"Heh.. I should ditch the armor more often.. I've missed being a Bruiser.."

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Deciding to leave Bernael behind for a little while (she still wasn't sure if he was done flirting with her), Hekate decided to try her luck some place else. There was a rattling sound coming from inside the ventilation shafts. Oh come on, that was a beginner move. Using the Force to move sewage from the pipes far below, she moved her hands and arms in a slow, circular motion guiding the toxic brew up, ever upward. The noxious stench hit Hekate's nose before long, and throwing her arms up in one swift movement, forced the liquid trash to inundate the ventilation shafts, drowning the damned fools. Through the vented slots, sewage-soaked human flesh slid through the air grates like beef through a meat grinders. Plop, plop, plop, plop! Quarter inch slabs of humanoid-flesh fell onto the floor in neat rectangular stacks, like prepackaged cold cuts ready for consumption. Yummy!

She thought she had sensed Iudex joining the fray and ran after him.

@Silvertough , @greyjedi125 , @darthbernael , and @darthhelinith

 

Helinith laughed at Lord Manticore's invitation, not mocking, rather the jovial sound of one who has just achieved a pleasant state of merriment from a touch of alcoholic consumption.

"Well I guess I've given Berneal enough of a head start." She briefly caught a dashing form of what might have been Ludex and yelled after him
"Hey I said 80-20 split! 80-20!"

She shrugged and the black cloak fell from her shoulders, assassin's gear ready beneath, before a titanic force jump propelled her upward, to somewhere near the top of the temple. There were a few signitures dotted around, the lone wolves who had decided to 'go it alone' and stay alive and quiet long enough to remain undetected. A valid strategy prehaps, if their predator hadn't been a sith. Helinith loved the one on one hunt, it held an air of nostalgia for her, even now years after her time under the stewardship of Darth Vader...

She found her insertion point, a small skylight of frosted glass, and unscrewed the fixings silently. Suddenly she froze.
The sound of a tap running came from below. Sensing her chance, she through caution to the wind and jumped straight through the window.
Glass and sith rained down, her feet landing square in the back of a human male who looked around forty years old and who had been midway through washing his hands at a sink. His head had crashed into the very same sink as she landed on him and he was very, very dead.

Disappointing.

Not satisfied with such a quick hunt, Helinith shook the glass from her hair and slinked off, looking for something more interesting.

@greyjedi125 @Shadowsun @darthbernael (mention)

 

The breaking sink and the shattering glass had attracted some unwanted attention, chiefly, from two large figures.
A large human slaver holding a heavy repeater blaster cannon and a trandoshan brandishing a bowcaster, likely taken from one of his Wookie victims.

Helinith couldn’t know they were fleeing Darth Bernael’s massacre. They were already calling him the ‘brain eater’. Their fear fueled their every action as they simply opened fire on the spot Helinith had just been. Fear poured from them in waves, as their actions were fueled by terror. Both slavers opened fire and swept the area in 360 degrees, mowing down anything that moved or looked suspicious to them.

Additionally, the trandoshan had a vibe sword strapped to his back, while the large human kept a bandoleer of throwing knives slung across his chest. They no longer knew which way they were going, which didn't matter, as long as it was away from it.

They continued to spend rounds and yelling as they did so, in hopes of mowing down whatever had moved in their vicinity.

@darthhelinith ( resolve to your pleasure, add spice to your liking).

At the moment, just spectating the misadventures of Iudex and Hekate. @Silvertough & @Nehru_Amidala

 

Hekate had already seen the Trandoshan start to open fire, when she used the Force to form a shield around herself, useful but only a diversionary tactic. Taking a running leap, she jumped up onto a toppled over pillar, and moved the dagger into position. Barreling into the reptilian sleemo headfirst, she quickly separated the head from the body. How uncivilized.

Without missing a beat, she launched the bowcaster towards the Human, and it impaled his throat- the front part sticking a couple of inches out of the voice box. The body collapsed and exploded, sending blood and organs everywhere! Thankfully, nothing got on Hekate's dress. The repeating cannon was still firing, and Hekate used the Force to smash it with some debris.

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"Why are you running?" Iudex exclaimed in bewilderment, walking back down the corridor the remaining convicts had fled down."How about this, if one of you manages to draw blood, I'll release you! Ay? How's that sound?" He sighed with a shake of his head. They just kept on running. How positively droll. Iudex could chase after them, but where was the fun in that?

A sudden explosion in a nearby room made the final decision for him. Three lowly humans with blaster pistols, or whoever was doing that. It was an easy choice. Whistling a merry tune, Iudex strolled on in, entering just Hekate finished off the last combatant. "Having fun there my Lady?" Iudex asked, inspecting the carnage with an appreciative eye.

"Not too many left, feels like. A couple street thugs or two maybe.." He said, placing his hands on his hips. "A Jedi or two could have been fun. You 'ave any luck?"

@Nehru_Amidala , @greyjedi125 , @darthhelinith , @darthbernael

 

OOC: There'll be nothing left by the time Helinith gets back! LOL!!!