Coup D'etat

[Simonev]

Jaguro the Hutt, local crimelord, imperial opposer, general asshole, that was the next target of the Priest, sent in there just to clear up this mess.
Apparently, he wasn't the only Sith sent for this operation, having the... pleasure to cooperate with a young Sith, the Beast was ready to take this one with him as they both just landed into the main spaceport of Kessel, not scared of any possible meeting party sent by the Hutt and as a display of power against the Crimelord.
As the transport was close to landing, the Spawn would stare at its partner, encased fully in his armor and robes, the Human would not be able to see any skin of the Spawn, and the only notable characteristic would be its metal gauntlets.

So, young human, How should we deal with Crimelord?
The Hutt defenses are no chore
Even for us, people that could kill a horde
And still stand upward.
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@Tom

 

[Tom]

Veran, with both sabers clipped to his belt, encased in a cloke of blackness, sat on the seat of the rather large transport, next to the large bulkhead which separated them from the rest of this world. As his ally began to speak to him, we would cock his head, and would stare at the figure who would speak to him. The man was covered head to toe, and he could barely make out any features. Veran would continue to listen, waiting for his fellow sorcerer to finish.

When he finally did, he would reply in very short order.

"The logical path in this situation is to begin with a diplomatic approach. We should leave the option of surrender on the table, and if they refuse, we shall unleash our power. I am confident in our abilities, my fellow sith. One of us is worth a thousand pirate mercenaries." he would say this from under his hood, his red eyes piercing from beneath it. Now, came the important part.

"But there's a very, very big chance that they attack first," he would say, now concocting a plan in his head. "I believe what we need to do, in that case, is simple. They'll use blasters, which means we should draw our sabers as fast as possible, deflecting them away. We won't offer surrender until we're well within Jaguro's chambers, leaving a mess of charred and cut up remains in our wake. They will know the sith, and they will fear the sith."

 

[Simonev]

You know the basics, impressive.

From the Helmet visor, a fiery red dot would pierce the darkness of the helmet, staring straight at the human Sith, the intention of that sudden, piercing gaze was one of challenge, to see from were the youngling would draw the Darkside and thus know what was he worth for him and the Church.

But suddenly, the transport would land, various sounds coming from the outside as the intercom started crackling... The message the two would receive would be a warning from their pilot as an armed group of Ganks was suspisiouly walking around the Transport.

Ganks, Jaguro sent cybernetical scrap as his welcoming party
Unimpressive, just like how they will be departing...
...if they fight, obviusly.

This wasn't the regular Len'Raz, his voice was deeper and more serious just like his acting, no, this had to be one of his other personalities nonetheless.

 

[Tom]

The young sith raised his eyebrow, wondering as to why he was suddenly being challenged. This did not cause him to flinch, but it caused him to grow frustrated. They were allies, yet he was suddenly having a laser pointed at him.

In mere minutes however, they had touched down, and Veran stood up.

"I'm afraid we'll have to carry out this-right of passage- style challenge later, comrade." He would say as they prepared to exit. When the doors finally opened, he would walk out slowly, his hands at his sides. He could sense a danger surrounding them, and he would raise an eyebrow once more.

"We come with an offer- surrender now, and none of your soldiers, your women, children, and leaders shall die. You will not be harmed, nor will your kin. But, if you so much as dare to attack us..." he would say this as he began to gather the force around him, feeding on his frustrations. Frustrations that a planet with hundreds of millions of inhabitants would ever bother to tolerate the hutts. He did believe that survival of the fittest was necessary; the hierarchy of such things was natural. But to hold down the overwhelming majority of the populations to menial tasks like spice mining? That was criminal.

Anything alive would be able to sense the sheer darkness that was growing around the young sith, and that terrifying threat backed up his words. "Your lives will end, and they shall end in the most meaningless and painful way possible." He would say this with a cold anger in his voice, and the fear he inserted in their minds made a few put their weapons down, only to have them forced back up by the others. Veran waited for a reply, and he began to hum a tune.

 

[Simonev]

The Ganks were about ten in number, all armed with some commonly found blaster and their usual high-tech armor, from the first looks of it, only two of them tried to put their weapons down to no success.
But then, Len'Raz decided to follow the young sith, watching, studying his attitude as the same red dots moved left and right from his visor, he wasn't impressed at all, what stood beside him was just another Sith, drawing power from Frustration and Hate just like the other thousand fools that think this would make them stronger, it was a failure for the Spawn, nothing more than trash.

They are bred and built for war, negotiation is futile.

As the beast completed his sentence, one of the Ganks would nervously aim his gun and move his finger toward the trigger, but for him, it was already too late, Len had already unholstered his Sunspear Heavy Pistol, and with a loud sound the blaster bolt pierced the cybernetical henchman helmet, passing right through his head and stopping on a wall behind it.

So, should the dance start?

As suddenly as the previous action, the other Ganks would take combat position and start firing against the duo, Raz removed the cloak of his armor, revealing a jet-black set of Uai-19 Heavy Armor and two Phrik Shields present on the top of his gauntlets, for now these were used to shield himself from the incoming blaster bolts, but as a group of four Gank Killers reached for cover, the Beast would use a form of Flamusfracta ((Combustion)) on one of the Ganks blasters, making it suddenly explode violently in his hands and killing three of the Ganks from the power and shrapnels generated by it.

 

[Tom]

Veran frowned, and could see the ganks were not interested in talking. Already, his partner had begun attacking, and he had drawn his secondary saber to counter the shots of various ganks, while 3 were already down by the hands of his partner.

"Very well. I hope you realize that this will be painful." Veran would say this before he began to gather the force once more, drawing all he could. The fear, the anger, the pain of the ganks and men around him, all being drawn into a single point on his fingers. At that, Veran would raise his hands, and fire a massive torrent of lightning forward towards the ganks towards the left of him. It didn't take long before they fell. Veran pulled off his cloak, quickly activating his cross guard as he lept forward, landing infront of 2 ganks, both of which were quickly taken care of. Veran would stand up, and deactivate his secondary, putting it back on his belt, and walk forward.

"Well, so much for negotiating." He would mumble, as he walked away from the ship and towards the main entrance.

 

[Simonev]

I sincerely hoped you didn't really expect anything peaceful with a hutt.

The Beast said as a crowd of people started moving around the two Sith's like nothing happened, on a Hutt world the population knows when to don't interfere and escalations of violence were pretty common, with not much attention received, the duo would easily reach for the entrance... Strangely enough, there were no patrols even near it, making it look rather fishy.
But when the two would finally be out of the spaceport, they could instantly notice where they had to go, just a mile north, a large stone palace would tower over all the other building, it's complex architecture shadowing the simplistic slum that resided under it.

Do you have a plan to get inside? Or do we just bash in the frontdoor hard enough?

His gaze would once again meet Veran's as an aura of uneasiness surrounded him, the Spawn was not comfortable in hutt space, and such an aura was the minimum to appear.

 

[Tom]

Veran shook his head. "I think a part of me simply wanted to be able to force the hutt to submit to our demands without having to get my hands dirty. The fact of the matter is, my fellow sith, is that this could only end in conflict, whether it be a little, or a lot. I guess part of me couldn't accept that." Veran would continue to walk in the direction of the palace, and Veran would continue to talk to his comrade.

"Of course, it's not like I was afraid of fighting. In fact, I enjoy it. But it's not a real fight when your opponent has absolutely no chance of defeating you." Veran would muse. "But let's not despair. The task now is simple," Veran would say as he would finally arrive outside of the door. "We must... remove... one of these, as one will be more than enough room to get in."

Veran would outstretch his hands, pulling at the door with the force. The door began to shake on it's massive hinges, but he was having trouble. "Rrrrrrr...." He growled, using more and more of his strength. The door began to shake violently, barely holding on. "Rrrrrrrrrr..." So close, he could feel it. It was about to come off, yes! "RRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAA!!!!" He yelled, as the door came flying off, landing around a hundred feet behind them. Veran panted for a moment, before he stood back up, and began to walk forward.

 

[Simonev]

Easy... Too easy.... This was an Hutt Palace after all, the youngling was too confident on just walking into the frontdoor.
As it got inside, Veran would see why he shouldnt have done that, heavily cybernetically enchanced Gamorreans guarded the entrance with their large vibro-ax's, but that wasn't it, the three guards were also accompained by a large automated turret on the rooftop of the room.

All clear inside, right?... I hope!

These words were said by the Spawn as he preferred to remain outside, the young sith was too straightforward for his liking, and so got himself into a really bad situation.
The blades of his gauntlets retracted as he crossed arms, waiting just a little more before going inside.

 

[Tom]

Veran would walk straight in, drawing his sabers. All at once, 2 guards came rushing towards him while another waited patiently behind, while the other two roared there piggy battle cry. He would jump to the left, the battle ax grazing his left arm, the fabric very much torn. He would now tear off his outer robe, throwing it towards the guard in front of him. The guard snarled as it hit him in the face, and as he pulled it off, the guard was, thanks to his implants, able to avoid Veran's saber narrowly, it having slashed across his metal chest.

He had screamed in the utmost pain, but the guard pressed forward. Now, the other guard came charging towards him, but Veran would proceed to leap through the air, landing behind the guard. The guard didn't have time to turn around, for the two blades of Veran's sabers were through his chest in mere moments. He had flung the body forward at his opponent, and Veran watched in disgust as the other guard violently tore through the body.

Now, the third guard ran forward, his two swords in the air. Veran would now bring his lightsabers above him, the hulking guards bringing their cortosis laced weapons down upon his form, tiny in comparison. He would groan, their weight hard to bear, as he tried to fight it off. But, it was no use. He would have to leap out of the way, desperately trying to avoid being cut.

Relentlessly, the guards began to rush forward, and Veran ran, narrowly avoiding them. He would use the force to propel him forward, this finally giving him an advantage. He would now jump into the air, and bring his sabers against the blades of one of the two guards. Just than, he would hear a humming... where was it coming from?

As Veran looked up, he couldn't help but notice... oh shit.

The turret began firing rapidly, and he ran for his life at this. The guards steered clear of his direction, and he couldn't help but feel like a fool for tearing down the doors. He jumped through the air, trying to hit the turret several meters above him, but he failed, and in a mere moment, 4 blasts made there way into his body. He screamed, and fell to the ground, his sabers falling before him.

The turret stopped, believing that the target was now unable to pose any threat. The ax wielding guard approached him, a cocky snort coming from his max. He raised his ax, intending on finishing the job. All the while, Veran lay there, defeated. How could he lose like this? How could he fail against such weaklings? No... it couldn't end like this. It couldn't! How could he simply die on the floor of this palace? To go quietly, peacefully into the night? No... peace was a lie. Only passion. Only strength. Only power... and only VICTORY!

The lightsaber swung from the ground, and brought itself into the chest of the guard. He squealed, and the saber would than tear upwards, halfway cutting through the man before him. Both of Veran's sabers were now live, and behaving like he was holding them. The turret failed to recognize a floating saber as a target, and did not activate. The second guard rushed towards them, and the sabers would move out of the way, and attempt to plunge into the back of the enemy. Only one managed to, while the other was knocked away by the now screaming guard. The saber went upwards, and an arm came flailing off the gammorean. Veran would now lift himself, up, and the turret began firing at him as the guard slumped to the ground, unable to move. Veran would raise his arm, and his sabers would fly into the air, and plunge themselves into the turret, and turret would suddenly begin to beep, unable to manage proper function.

A grin plastered itself onto Verans face, and he used some of the last energy he had to unleash a torrent of lighting upon the turret, his sabers falling to the ground as he lacked the strength to hold it any longer.

"Ranchor's... eye." He would wheeze as the turret exploded, and he would fall to the ground, turning to his counterpart still out the door. "Get in."

 

[Simonev]

Bwahahahahah, aahahahaha, quite the show you put there, ahah!

The dots... Only they were visible outside of the door, as fiery as the flames of hell itself they would move on inhuman positions as the sound of his metal gauntlets clapping would now fill the bloody room, Veran would now feel it, the darkness, centuries old forces moving behind the back of the Beast, and for a split second... A face, purple dots this time... As he would sense them a painful screech would fill his mind for that same split of a second, he would now know what his partner really was.
And so it walked, slowly, feeding into the pain, the disappointment of the dying Sith as it collapsed into the ground, the most delicious emotions were all grouped up for this mental banquet... But they were on a mission, meals would have to wait a little longer, just a little.

The Spawn would kneel when he would reach the youngling, grabbing his head with one hand and his arm with the other he would force Veran to place his hand on his chest and look eachother in the eyes.

Drain me, Feed yourself enough to stand and fight... But go further than that and you'll be left dry of yours.

If the human would accept to drain with his last forces, an excruciating pain would engulf his body, possibly more than everyone could ever bear, dozens of voices would plague his head with lies and prophecies of doom, but then he would feel it, the sheer power of pure dark side energies flowing into his body, making him regain vitality and consciousness in mere seconds.

Meanwhile, the displays on the walls would light up, the Hutt suddenly appearing in them.

You liked my little gift aye? The Empire should have sent more than two freaks to deal with THE Hutt! Uhuh.

Bring me more... I want all of them... Bring the whole planet againt me Crimelord, ill show you what a real Sith can do.

After having spoke to the Hutt, Len'Raz would remove his visor, revealing the completely corrupted face of the Sithspawn aberration to his enemy, who would shout in disgust and instantly cut communications, shutting off the various screens in a second.
At last, an Elevator in the end of the room would now open it's doors, looking like there was no other way to access the rest of the palace.

 

[Tom]

As Veran looked out the doorway, he could see them. A pare of... dots? No... eyes? He wasn't sure, he didn't know, but whatever he was looking at... it wasn't right. There was something seriously wrong and perverted with what he was witnessing before him... and than he heard it. The terrifying, blood curdling screech, and Veran instantly realized, and uttered a single, raspy word. "Spawn."

Veran looked up at his comrade, now realizing the terrifying creature that he was. But, Veran did not fear as much as someone should... any normal person would be absolutely terrified of the thing they saw before him, but for Veran, it was a curiosity... and a feeling of intense dread. As the spawn offered him to take some of his power, Veran was overcome with those two feelings. On one hand, he knew that the sithspawn before him was pure darkness, and only darkness. Veran wanted that... that strength, that power... but another part of him was screaming for him not to.

"Think about it. The dark side in it's purest form, given to you freely! Your strength would grow to new heights!" A voice told him, hissing for him to do so. But, another shouted at him.

"DON'T! You know what it does to people! The dark side is powerful, but it always takes something in return, it always gets the better deal! What will be left of you if you keep doing this? How will you LIVE?!" the second voice said in a panicked, but steadfast voice.

"Don't be a coward! This is for once, so you may use this power to defeat the hutt! Don't you want that?! You could crush him! His guards, his soldiers, all he had, all he has worked for! Your power will be unimaginable, undefeatable! Go, take it, TAKE IT!" Veran heard the first voice again, and Veran's mind snapped out of it, and his hand placed on the spawn's chest clenched. He knew what he would do.

The moment Veran tapped into the Spawn's power, he let out a scream, a mixture of primal fear and pain. The pain across his body was excruciating, as the sheer power of the dark side stitched his wounds together, and his power was violently filled. Visions of death and destruction stood before him, voices screaming of the end. "NO SURVIVAL, ONLY DESTRUCTION! DEATH IS LAW, SUFFERING IS ORDER! ALL MEN MUST DIE!" He screamed as the visions continued to play before him, and he violently pulled away from the thing in front of him. Veran pulled himself backwards as he stared into the face of the monster before him, corrupted beyond measure.

"You..." He said, pointing with a shaking finger, "You're... not human. You're... something else." Veran had only seen the horrors in which he had just witnessed in the terrible nightmares he had experienced as a child. Nothing compared to the nightmares, but this was a terrifying site no less. Veran would get up now, grabbing his sabers as he approached the elevator, not speaking a word. For words could not describe his trauma.

 

[Simonev]

The Spawn laughed and relieved on watching the traumatized human, he saw his soul, he saw his pain... And he bathed in all their glory.
The human said something about not being human and other words of a maddened mind as the Apostle's tainted the young Sith with their words, the beast would follow into the elevator, slowly grunting when both of them were inside.

Im the darkside incarnate, remember these words young sith, as long as the darkside stares at you, your power is limitless.

The doors of the elevator would close themselves even if no one of the two pressed a button, light's went out but both of them could notice that they were moving up, maybe the Hutt actually decided to surrender? Maybe this was another trap?
The only thing they knew was that they were going to the last floor, passing through all other without ever stopping.

 

[Tom]

Veran would follow behind, his wounds having fully healed in the past few minutes. He looked down at his skin, which was even more white and bony than usual, and his veins were oddly grey. He frowned, and continued to walk forward, picking up his sabers as he did so, the tatters of his robe still on his back, covering him in a swath of charred grey and black. He was still in pain, hell, a lot of it, but he could move, and he could still probably fight if it came down to him. He would continue to follow into the elevator, and would listen to what the spawn had to say.

"Really... the darkside incarnate?" Veran would ask, cocking his head. "The half of all life condensed into a single personified being? Don't make me laugh." Veran would say, and cross his arms. The last thing a sith could ever be was grateful. "You may embody many traits of a perfect sith, but I truly doubt that our modern sith order represents the dark side in it's purest form. Nevertheless... the sith teachings are definitely ones every man, woman and child should attempt to live by."

Veran would feel as the elevator began to climb upwards, and was unsure of where he was going. Maybe the hutt had seen that these two were capable of being healed in a matter of minutes even after being brought to near death, and had decided that if he tried to fight any longer, he was doomed. So maybe, just maybe, he had surrendered. Unfortunately, this idea was pushed to the side when Veran remembered that he was dealing with a hutt.

Veran would wait for the doors to open, arms crossed, eyes closed, sabers in hand, ready to be activated. If he was about to be thrusted into battle yet again, he hoped he would be able to defend himself more successfully than before.