Divergence in Destiny (Star Wars RP)

Manara paced back and forth waiting for her daughter and apprentice to arrive. She was growing ever impatient as they should have been back by now. She let out a low growl and he eyes turned red as her anger begin swelling within her. Without turning to Nah-Iblen, she began marching out of her office, aiming to go to the landing pad. "I'm going. Stay or follow, Nah-Iblen. I don't care either way." Manara marched through the halls and out to the front of the academy, and saw her daughter and apprentice. It appeared they were being held up by Trakus and some of his goons. Manara stomped forward, shoving her way through everyone and stood between Vizgal and her daughter. She was seething at this point, and the anger was radiating off of her in waves of dark energy as she stood there. When she finally spoke, her voice was slightly deeper and empowered by the Dark Side. "What is the meaning of this? I told you, Trakus, that I would handle this when the time was right. Stand aside or I will remove your head from your shoulders."
 
Meer seconds before Manara had walked out Thanatos turned his back on Why'nn, she was of no concern, not anymore. It had a long time since Thanatos had been in control of his body, it was going to be fun. Some how he found the force easy to control this time, almost like holding a cup of water. Thanatos knew he would be fine, he had done nothing to Why'nn, physically, if she could not control her self that was her fault. He could feel the power enter the room, crashing over him like waves and he the beach, he longed to kill, to fight, to destroy. But for his masters sake he knew a more subtle approach was needed.
 
The jump in power didn't bother her. She'd already decided she would kill him. But HK-50-01 was right. Before she could retort or turn to leave as she had planned, her mother showed up. Of course, her presence in the dark side was nothing compared to her mother's yet. Hers would grow. She would become strong like Darth Manara. And the anger pouring off the Sith Lord fed Why'nn's own. This was power. This was right. Her smile grew to a grin. She would kill this Darth Trakus's apprentice later.


The lightning stopped sparking as she let her hands drop to her side. "Mother, forgive our lateness. As you can see, this thing was holding us up. Shall we return to your office that we may conclude this mission?" Her mother would feel the anger her daughter held. Why'nn's eyes had yet to return to their normal golden hue.
 
Though he followed Manara, somewhere between leaving her office and reaching the front of the Academy Nah-Iblen had vanished, turning invisible using his Force abilities. When they finally reached the outside of the Academy, Nah-Iblen's voice rang out from somewhere among the mass of troops milling about, although the voice seemed to be somewhere near Tarkus's four troops.


"Shall I make examples of Tarkus's grunts Mistress? I would so love to make them bleed. Please? May I kill just one? I haven't killed anyone since yesterday, and it is driving me crazy... Well, crazier than usual."


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Manara glared at Vizgal, then turned to her daughter, her anger not subsiding. "Yes. Follow me. You too apprentice." Turning back and making her way into the academy, she heard the voice ring out from the crowed. A cruel smile snaked its way across her face. "Kill them if you wish. I've been reviewing Trakus' information and his claims are unfounded. Never the less, I will be interrogating most, if not all of the acolytes and apprentices here." Her smiled never wavered. "Come daughter, apprentice. No one will stand in your way."
 
Just a few moments after Manara had left Vizgal was able to gain conrtol over his body once again. Throwing Thanatos back into the void, Vizgal fell to his knees, wondering what Thanatos had done, and if it was fixable. His body shook, trembled from head to toe, it was something that had started only recently and was not going away. The medics had proven unable to tell what was cause it, but this time it was bad, struggling to stand Vizgal slowly made his way into the Academy.
 
Nah-Iblen began to laugh maniacally as Manara gave him permission to dispose of Tarkus's grunts.


"Thank you Mistress. I promise to make it... entertaining."


A knife flew from a patch of empty air, striking one of Tarkus's Troops in the neck. The man fell to the ground, blood gurgling from within his helmet. The soldier next to him then had his hamstrings cut with another knife, before the first knife dislodged itself from the first trooper and cut a gash across the second's neck, before burying it in the third's stomach. The third trooper clutched his stomach in agony before his head abruptly spun 360 degrees, causing blood to well from under his helmet. The knife buried in the third trooper's stomach then flew threw the air and stopped as the final trooper was thrown to the ground, a pair of knives stabbing into his face, neck, and chest. The blood spatter hung in midair for a moment before Nah-Iblen appeared, crouched on top of the trooper, a knife in each hand, stabbing the man repeatedly. After a few moments the trooper let out a shuddering breath, and was still. Nah-Iblen continued to stab him until blood ceased to spew from his body.


"Ah... Sweet violence. Such wonderful catharsis."


He then stood, wiped his knives on his robes, and ran to catch up, falling into step behind Manara next to Connor and Why'nn. Blood still covered his face, and was staining his robes.


"So. How was the mission?"


@folclor @HK 50 09 @KalenNighteyes @Raikou Kaminari @Killorkiller
 
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Why'nn loved watching Darth Nah-Iblen work and this time was no different. The blood arching through the air was beautiful and she wished she'd been allowed to join in. Letting out a sigh of contentment at the scene and fell into step behind her mother, beside the torture master. "I envy you getting to do that." The Jedi had taken her knife. She'd have to grab another from her personal quarters soon. "The mission was... entertaining. We brought back gifts. Either you or Mother will likely be questioning the Jedi. May I watch?" Her expression was hopeful as the gold seeped outward from her pupils until her eyes were their normal hue once more.


@TommyGun15 @KalenNighteyes @HK 50 09
 
Nah-Iblen grinned at Why'nn's request to watch the Jedi's torture.


"Oh, I've got something much better than that in mind. With Mistress's approval of course, I was going to let you have the first round with the old man. I want to see what you have learned from me so far."


Then, an idea struck Nah-Iblen. Why should his little surprise be only for Manara.


"Oh, and by the way. In a bit, I was going to show your mother something I've been working on. A new manner of torture I have devised. And oh, it is gruesome. If you wish to come along, I would be happy to show you. And after that I was going to retire to my quarters to have dinner. I've been working on my cooking, and I've made an exotic dish tonight that, frankly, would be wasted on myself alone. I would be honored if you, Mistress, and of course her apprentice were to dine with me tonight. And..." Nah-Iblen's face scrunched up in distaste. "I suppose you could bring your Mandolorian friend along... if you so desired."


@folclor @KalenNighteyes @HK 50 09 @Raikou Kaminari
 
Jace came to halt and let everyone pass him by, the sith all trying to discourage him and the droid calling this stupidity. This however wasn't stupidity but resolve, an incident here meant thay a notable figure would have to be turned over to the Mandalorians to be killed or risk war with the Mandalorians which they didn't need as the Republic would likely break this Cold War at that opportunity. The Republic plus the Mandalorians would annhilate the Sith, the matyr for this would be Jace the Champion. Besides his death leading to Manara's would force their client to have to pay up and the leaking of those records would start civil strife within the Sith Order.


Jace replied "I shall do nothing I don't want to, so if it's a fight you wish to start so be it. There will be more lives lossed than just the members of your guard detail." With that Jace continued marching forward they wouls either have to let him pass or sow the seeds of their own destruction.


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Darth Smite wondered where so many academy personnel disappeared to. The halls just seemed a little more empty than usual. He couldn't sense the huge gathering on the landing platforms. He instead proceeded about his business as he wished to collect some items from the Colony Dreshdae and kick out the Sith acolytes terrorizing the people there. That was always a complete waste of time for Smite when acolytes could be training but instead want to bully the weak especially when they know they need the training. He proceeded to the hangar and onto a landspeed bike. He started its engines and took off bound for the colony of Dreshdae.
 
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Standing quietly over the bodies of his troopers, Darth Trakus clenched his hands slowly, small flashes of lightnings shooting from them every once and awhile. Flicking his wrist, a few slaves quickly bowed, before carrying the bodies outside to a waiting transport. As the final bodies were taken inside, the transport sealed its doors and lifted off, heading to the frigate still in orbit from Darth Trakus's arrival.


His men had been killed in cold blood. Even after they had stood down to allow those pests to get past, they were killed for no other reason then for a lap dog to appease his master. That kind of slaughter did not sit well with Darth Trakus, even less so that it was his own people.


Turning, he activated the communicator within his helmet, walking towards his officer on the second floor. "Apprentice, report to my office...now."


@Killorkiller
 
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What? She would be allowed to help torture the Jedi? "Really? You'd let me?" She almost jumped in excitement. Then she calmed a bit, remembering the Jedi knew her father. Or... had known him? This gave her pause and she was unsure how to handle it. Why'nn glanced at the man as best she could without drawing much attention. "What sort of new torture? I was drawing up some plans of my own I wanted to bring to you..." The enthusiasm had gone out of her words. It was unlikely her mother, or Nah-Iblen, would miss the shift in emotional tone.
 
Nah-Iblen smirked, inspecting the knives he'd used on the troopers. He found a small spot of blood on one of them, which he slowly licked off.


"Oh? I'd love to hear your ideas. As for the new torture... it's a secret. But I will tell you this. The smell is abhorrent. I suggest you wear a breathing mask."


Ini walked in silence, occasionally casting a suspicious and disapproving look at Nah-Iblen. The Sith torturer gave him a nasty feeling, and he noticed the odd, almost hungry looks he kept giving Why'nn while her back was turned.


@folclor @KalenNighteyes @HK 50 09
 
Vizgal was concerned, the shaking had stopped but not as soon as he would have liked. Pulled from his thoughts by a buzzing in his ear he opened up a com link with his master. "Yes, master." with that Vizgal was off and moving to the second floor. Leaping the stairs quickly Vizgal made it to the second floor in a manner of seconds, swiftly navigating the halls Vizgal made his way to his masters room. Entering, Vizgal bowed his head in respect, "master, you called me?"


@ArisenMoon
 
When his apprentice had entered the room, Darth Trakus had been facing the far wall of the office, silently staring at it. Hearing the voice, Darth Trakus let out a roar of rage, slamming a fist on the table as he turned to look at his apprentice. Sith lightning shot from the impact point, and the desk shattered down the middle, exploding in either direction in a shower of sparks.


Pausing, Darth Trakus took a deep breath, before standing up straight and folding his arms behind him, walking down the short set of stairs, the still smoking desk forgotten. Approaching his apprentice, Darth Trakus flicked his hand for his apprentice to straighten as well. Waving his hand, the door to the office closed, before locking.


"Vizgal, Darth Manara and her ilk have killed my men... They were my family, people I have known for years. The blatant slaughter of them shall not go unpunished..."


@Killorkiller
 
Vizgal looked straight forward with a stone face, now was not the time to show weakness, now was a time for revenge. Manara had not right to kill Tarkus's people, the outburst shocked Vizgal but he made sure to not let it show. It was unlike Trakus to let his emotions get the better of him, though it was a spectacle. "What shall we do Master?" Vizgal had a good idea of what Trakus would do, but is always better to be safe rather than sorry. Vizgals's hand idly moved to his light saber, gently grabbing it and running his finger down it.


@ArisenMoon
 
"I'll tell you in private. Now would be a less appropriate time, I think." Again, she thought about the Jedi and his connection to her father. Could she hurt a man like that? She had to. If she didn't she would face punishment from both her mother and Nah-Iblen. Lost in contemplation, she didn't realize they were in her mother's office until they were already there. The anger was no longer there. More... confusion and solemnity. She hoped to speak to her mother with none others around, but that would come.
 
"Darth Manara has several people under her. They outnumber us here, but that just gives us more targets to gut..." Turning, he walked over the the splinters of his desk, shifting through the rubble to find a cracked datapad. Tapping it a few times, Darth Trakus reads the information withing quickly, before turning and walking back to Vizgal.


"I want you to cause her grief. But, do not draw too much attention to yourself. I will be relocating my remaining resources to a different location. I will send word when we are established there, so that you may know its location. But do not tell any others."


@Killorkiller
 
Hearing his masters plan brought a smile to Vizgal's face, one of pure joy. "Master, would it be alright if Thanatos where to do this?" Vizgal did in fact want to sow the seeds of strife and fear, and cause as much pain as he could but Thanatos had been silent for some time. As Vizgal spoke his smile broadened and pulled his light saber from his belt. The whelp of Manara had nothing on him, he far more skilled than her with his saber and Thanatos was more than a mach for even her mother, or even Darth Trakus for that matter. "Yes master, I will do as you ask. Do you wish me to leave Manara's prizes alone for know?" Vizgal would have been happy to kill both of them, or even Manara her self.


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HYPERSPACE: EN ROUTE TO NAR SHADDAA


Zerek was startled awake by his alarm blaring through the ship, groggily getting up and shutting it off. He yawned and stretched, trying to get the sleep out of his system. He slowly made his way to the bridge and sat down in the pilot's seat. "At least I'm not hurting so much any more. Why'nn and Connor with HK-50-01, eh? I'll keep an eye out for your names, and how much they're worth. Hrm." Zerek began scratching his chin in thought. "Although, I'd prefer to go at them one on one in an area of my choosing. Then I might have stood a chance." Zerek sat, thinking on how he could have better performed during that situation. He proceeded to think on this until his ship exited Hyperspace. He took in the grimy ball of crime that he called home. Nar Shaddaa, a planet of crime, disease, booze, and general sin. No better place for a thief, smuggler, or crime lord to live. He docked his ship and stepped out onto the planet's surface, heading for Lindlea's bar. She always wanted to know how his jobs went. She'd have a field day with this one.
 
HK-50-01 didn't actually pay much attention to everything - Mistress coming and being displeased about their being late frightened him into silence. He didn't particularly notice much of what she said , either. The fact that she was displeased for something he did rendered the rest irrelevant. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE! I didn't mean to be late this.. Person was in our way I tried to get here as fast as I could please I just want to show you my gift..


HK-50-01 didn't notice what Why'nn said either , outside of her trying to spare him from replying. Even though he was already shaking , it began to be audible when Nah-Iblen appeared as well - wanting to torture someone. NO! Don't let him torture me Mistress no no please accept Why'nn's apology please I beg you Mistress please! He followed Why'nn , Connor and Mistress - despite wanting to run away as fast as he could , he DID have business with Mistress involving his Gift. HK-50 didn't care at that moment what this Darth Trakus had in his or her plans , or what it meant for all the Trainees.


What did matter to him was that he heard a knife fly out and kill something. As Nah-Iblen fell into step - not directly behind him , but being near the Sith Lord of Torture at all was more than uncomfortable. So he shook louder , and his eyes turned purple - skipping Yellow entirely. When he asked how it went , HK-50 didn't have the courage to say so. Mistress would hurt me for that I don't want to be hurt for insolence don't talk until mentioned or Jedi gets mentioned.. Of course naturally Why'nn did just this , and he tried to gather as much courage as he could have with BOTH the most frightening Sith of his lifetime in his general area. He waited to speak until they all reached the room- he didn't listen to what Why'nn and Nah-Iblen were saying , because it was about Torture and Torture frightened him greatly. Especially when Why'nn talks about it.. I don't want her to become like Mistress in the torturous ways..


HK-50-01 walked slightly past His Mistress at a wide Berth - the hallways were wide enough - and came into the office ahead of all those he was accompanying. Afterwards He kneeled - truly kneeled , with one knee tucked underneath his rear and the other pressed into the air , both hands upon it. His voice came out frightened - and he shook audibly as well- but he didn't stutter.. The quicker he could relay this , the quicker he could be dismissed. He did exaggerate the truth , but the truth would've garnished displeasure and that wasn't something he wanted. "Plea/Informational : Mistress , please allow me to speak. Why'nn mentioned the Jedi and I feel I should tell you. I captured him myself. The circumstances go as this - the objective I was assigned was in a side-cave. This Jedi was in that cave. I told him to wait to fight but he struck me anyway - but I did as ordered and completed the objective - destroy the generator powering a Shield surrounding the cave. Only afterwards did I force him to submit to my capture of him , after striking him in a rather viscous battle. I.. Wanted to capture him to show you I am of some worth to your will. Please accept this gift , Glorious Mistress."





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Location : Orbit of Korriban


The Sith Juggernaut was slowly released from his armoured tomb. The thick armor glided together, machines fusing and molding the plates into a true form. His respirator was burned into his flesh, sap dripping from the wound and acting as its own adhesive. Tyran yanked out his bloated lightsaber with an enlarged focus emitter, allowing him a thicker blade. His eyes snapped open, welcoming his helmet being drilled into the rest of his suit. It was complete, and now he was ready for duty.


The glistening red armor hopefully wouldn't be as clean as it was now. Tyran tapped his coms on his ship, radioing out to any source on the planet.




"Sith Lord Tyran Uedr Yraliga... May I have the coordinates towards an officer or anyone I can speak to? Even a base truly?" He wasn't alerted of any situation, but he did pray he was going to be betrayed by a Jedi pretending to be a communications officer. Oh how he desired the crunch of bone under his gauntlets and the smells of burning flesh. He laughed daemonically to himself, waiting for any responce...
 
Nah-Iben shrugged, the smile never leaving his face.


"I suppose that's fair enough. I have my surprise torture, you have yours. But in answer to your earlier question, yes I will allow you to torture the Jedi, with your mother's permission of course. Consider it a sort of... test, shall we say. I mean, yes you have a certain sadism that I find... admirable. But I want to see if you have what it takes to be a true master of torture. The details of your test, pending your mother's approval, will be divulged to you when the time comes to actually torture the man. I sincerely hope you do not fail. It would be most... disappointing."


@folclor @KalenNighteyes @HK 50 09
 
This was something that caught her attention, but it didn't completely draw her out of her mood. "I will not fail." She'd had a penchant for torture since the night her father was presumed killed. However, now that he was back, her need to torment wavered. As HK-50-01 launched into his explanation she noticed the color shift in his eyes and crossed to him, taking his free hand and stroking it gently. She couldn't soothe him fully as they were in the presence of her mother and the torture master. "I like learning from you, Nah-Iblen. You're obviously a master at your craft. I hope, one day, to be as imaginative as you."


@TommyGun15 @KalenNighteyes @HK 50 09
 
Nah-Iblen's grinned seemed to widen to an almost unnatural degree, the blood staining his face forming disturbing shapes as his lip stretched across his teeth.


"Oh, you flatter me my dear. I am but a simple artist, with a knife as my tool, blood as my medium, and the human body as my canvas. It is a true shame that most do not see the beauty in my work."


Nah-Iblen put his hand on Why'nn's head and ruffled her hair. When he pulled away, he left her hair stained dark red, rivulets of still liquid blood running down her face and neck.


"I am glad that at least one person appreciates it."


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