The Exchange of Flame

[Sir Dakar]

OOC: All Sith that are still on the roster, or have joined since the last update are allowed in this thread, IE, anybody that is in the Sith before I closed it.

Provin had summoned all of the Sith to his central Audience chambers for a very specific reason, and a reason that would perhaps be one of his greatest moves as reigning Dark Lord, at least in the eyes of the Sith. Throwing up the massive doors that led into the chambers, Provin marched directly into it, not even glancing at all of the Sith gathered there leaning against pillars, and slouching in their corners like they usually are. Walking straight through them, he climbed the few steps leading to his raised chair, and stood in front of it, facing the crowd.

"I have gathered you all here for a sacred and Noble Purpose..." Provin began, using the force to amplify his voice and echo it around the room. "As you all are well aware of, I am going to shape this Sith Army into the most powerful fighting force in the galaxy and make this the strongest Sith we have ever assembled. Now, as in all reigns, there is one that needs to be selected to carry on my duty should I fail." He paused here looking around the crowd and making a mental checklist of everybody that had came. If they didn't show up here, they would be exiled, simple as that. The Dark Lord's word is Law in these parts.

"I need an Apprentice one that is destined to be a symbol of this Empire. Decide amongst yourselves who it shall be." Sitting down, Xiantos placed his hands on the arms of his chair, eyes eager to take in what he was to see.

THe sound came as but a whisper, however easily heard by everybody there; "Fight, if you have to."

 

[Solus]

Like the others, Salak and his two companions were occupying space in the large room Xiantos had called them to. Unlike them, he could not lean against a wall or pillar should he lose balance and tumble ungracefully to the ground. Not exactly the best thing to do to earn respect from the Sith ranks, it was hard enough earning it being a horse, he didn't need to be clumsy as well.

Also in similarity to the others was his holding the moment of shock after Xiantos's unexpected order.Salak wasn't quite sure what to do, he did not have the knowledge or experience to be a ruler should Xiantos die - though Salak, personally, thought Xiantos immortal - but if he did not fight he would be disobeying orders. As well, the other Sith here would fight even if he would not, and might kill him to gain the prestige awarded the victor.

Es's moment of silence, however, was greatly shortened. In an indignant bray, he whinnied, "What in the world is Xiantos thinking? To have his army kill itself off as he looks on? This is not how to earn allegiance or to create any type of unity. This is madness." The Lovas almost grew frantic as his skittish equine nature began to get the best of him. "He's gone mad. First the keeping the army from growing by abandoning hopefuls and prospective knights, and now this. He's mad."

"Shut up, Es. If we want to survive," Salak said as he glanced around at the mayhem that was commencing, "We're going to have to do some damage." He looked at his partners, taking care to keep an eye on the other knights should they bother to attack them. "But we have to work together."

 

[Michael Vereaux]

'Apprentice to the Dark Lord of the Sith....well, this will be interesting,' Sakiharu thought to himself, in one of the two corners of the room, his back against the wall with his arms cross in front of him. The room was quite large, yet it was still hard to move around effectively. A fight breaking out would turn into a very large mess rather quickly if the other Sith didn't watch what they were doing. As to the matter at hand, this choosing of the Apprentice for this Sith Empire, Sakiharu had little interest in it. The public titles were never something Sakiharu had favor for.

He didn't like them. Or more over, he hated them. Just as when he wanted to be a secret to as many people as he could back on his former home planet, Sakiharu still wanted to be a secret. The true shadows of being an unknown to everyone, even those of the highest rank, is what Sakiharu wanted. To be a mystery to everyone but a few and to move about freely, doing what ever he wants in the shadows of every government, fraction and organization around. That's what Sakiharu wants. That's what he hungers for. But a lass, it seems that now someone would have to be in the spotlight. He just hoped that it wasn't him being put in it, though it was going to be highly doubtful anyway.

 

[Green Ranger]

OOC: Technically still a Sith, plus I liek annoying Provin. If you have a problem with my presence, PM me.

"...You have to be kidding me...

'When everyone is dead save your Apprentice, how will you fuel your vaunted Sith Armada, fool? Furthermore, it may be that in such chaos the weaker may defat the more powerful, and your Apprentice will be flawed from the beginning? You, Provin, you who are supposed to be the greatest of our kind, choose the most flawed method to determine your Apprentice. So be it, you Sith may resume your suicide..."

Khavaal came out from within the shadows, his idling staff in hand. There was no doubt that he would enjoy slaughtering everyone here, but what would be the point? How is one to pursue a holy war, and invasion to cleanse the galaxy of all that was good and noble...when the forces meant to perform such cleansing were without the numbers or superiority to do so?

 

[Solus]

Es's glance darted every which way at the growing chaos, until finally his 'eyes' settled on Xiantos the Insane. Es loved the Sith Empire, its ideal and its opportunity to give more power had stirred up a patriotism, and this despot was tearing it to shreds, making it kill itself off. This one used to be a Jedi, could he be using such unscrupulous methods to kill of his rivals? If such was so, he had to commend the man, he was doing a fine job.

"We have always worked together Salak. Are you loyal to the Sith?"

Salak, who was looking every which way as he defended himself before striking, "Of course, Es. I would never have come here and would have started life anew with you three on some remote planet if I did not love the Empire." He brayed.

"Then help me kill Xiantos."

"Es, are you mad?"

"No, I think I'm finally sane. Think. He's cut off the supply of further Sith, and now he's commanding them to kill each other. He's too dangerous to leave alive."

Despite the reciprocation of such an idea, Salak paused to give it a moment of thought. "But he is immortal."

"He is a Human. He is no more immortal than him." He said, gesturing his head towards Human who'd just gotten speared right through and was even now lying in a puddle of his own blood.

Salak was stunned. "Could we... could we do such a thing?"

"It can and will be done."

"But what when Xiantos is dead? We cannot take his place. It will be anarchy."

"I know that. Someone else will take charge, almost anyone is better than him. I'll propose a military leader, he would best know how to win a was against the Republic and the Jedi."

Salak looked over at his blind companion, the only one of the three that could truly see.

"For treason." Es said, just before galloping towards the Obsidian throne.

"For treason..." Salak said, regretting his words and what had to be done. He gathered his power and worked to force darkness upon the Dark Lord of the Sith, while grabbing a ligthsaber hilt from the belt of a dead Sith, to protect Es as he ran up to make the attack. In order that Xiantos might not know of the attack until too late, Salak used his power in illusions to hide Es, something easy to implement in this impending mayhem.

Simple Alavalosag, not having any preconceptions of the man, had understood even before Salak, and was already working to drain the will and courage of the Dark Lord and fuel themselves. At the same time, he tried to put a weariness, a sickness in the Dark Lord's limbs so that his fighting would be hindered in the fight to come.

Es did what he could, and made his way towards the man one his needle-like legs, until he was close enough, then he pounced. In that moment, he gave one of his trademark screams, working as much of his power as possible into it and focusing it just on the Dark Lord and he tried to crush him in his power.

It was treason.

((I'm so incredibly sorry, Dakar. I don't want to be Dark Lord and I don't plan to be. I didn't want to do this, you might hurt my horseys, but that's what Es would do. And you have to admit, Provinsky's decision/s were el grande stupido))

 

[Will]

Ren Sat up in her seat. Her two puppets rose. The metal dolls had many hidden weapons she had built in herself. They clattered as they moved. She checked the room. Her opposition was Sakiharu. Khavaal had basically declined. Sakiharu's reaction seemed unchanged. She even Sensed distaste flowing out of him, like a putrid breeze. She stood, her puppets standing with her. She sent one to block the attack from the horse, the blade of the lightsabre stabbing into the chest of her work. The other was gored by the other sith horse. Ah well, 'twas what they were for. ''I will accept the role of your apprentice, Lord Provin.'' She strode out of the shadows. The stabbed puppets stood up, and bowed with a flick of Ren's wrists. Her face showed no emotion, but inwardly, she smiled.

 

[Michael Vereaux]

Sakiharu was standing close to where Ren was, though merely three meters away, his lightsaber in his left hand. However, the lightsaber remained off as he raised his right hand up, palm outward and within an instant, an eletronetic field of energy wrapped around Provin, Ren and himself, a protective shield against what ever they might throw next. The shield might not hold forever but it should hold for a while against the horses and if he wanted to, he could just make another shield layer over the current one or under it. "I don't care about getting the title itself," started Sakiharu, his expression calm as always.

"But anyone that dares to attack Lord Provin in my presence...will have to face me along with anyone else that is loyal to him." On the last bit of his speech, he used the Force so that it could echo throughout the room, just to make sure everyone would hear him over all this chaos. Most of the small fighting stopped while they looked over at what was happening, a few still going on here and there between acolytes and so forth. Sakiharu didn't agree that getting an Apprentice this way was smart but he is still the Dark Lord of the Sith afterall and as a Sith Knight, any treasonious acts would have to be dealt with.

 

[Solus]

((Force Bubble/Force Protection is not in Sakiharu's repertoire, and if you made it up, thus implying that that is an okay thing to do, who's to say I can't make Es's Force Crush shatter the shield in some weird twist of the form?))

 

[Michael Vereaux]

(*points to Sakiharu's ability with Psychokinesis*

I'm not using a Force Power here, otherwise, I would have said so in the post. Also, don't go by entirely what it says in the profile. I've been wanting to get around to updating it but haven't had very much time to)

 

[Ser Gregor]

<div class='quotetop'>QUOTE(Michael Vereaux @ Sep 22 2007, 04:57 PM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}></div>

(*points to Sakiharu's ability with Psychokinesis*

I'm not using a Force Power here, otherwise, I would have said so in the post. Also, don't go by entirely what it says in the profile. I've been wanting to get around to updating it but haven't had very much time to)[/b]

(((If it isn't mentioned in the profile it cannot be used in battle. That's the rule.)))

 

[Michael Vereaux]

<div class='quotetop'>QUOTE(Nexus @ Sep 22 2007, 05:23 PM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}></div>

(((If it isn't mentioned in the profile it cannot be used in battle. That's the rule.)))[/b]

(I just said it isn't a Force Power. It's him using his ability of Psychokinesis {which is in the profile}. If no one knows what that is, Wikipedia can give a short summary of it or some other Copyright site can.

As for his profile, I'll try to get to it but I'm currently busy with house work as well as life)

 

[Solus]

((I don't see how the shield thing was psychokinesis))

 

[Michael Vereaux]

(Psychokinesis can be used to move atoms and in this case, charged electrons. He just moved them to make the shield. So, in a sense, the shield is made out of electricity or energy. Because of that, it's pretty tough to get through depending on how well Sakiharu holds it up and as I said before, he can't just hold up that one wall forever. That'd be impossible. As energy has to be in one form or another, the more is acted upon the shield, the weaker it gets because energy is going to another form. So the shield is not Psychokinesis itself but is influenced by it)

 

[Green Ranger]

OOC: And i'm not allowed to use Mancery, lol... Anywho, get back in character, stat!

 

[Solus]

((Boli, let me clear up something first. Okay, I understand, MV, or whatever your nickname is.
Postulate 1. We can use the powers on our list on the profiles.
Postulate 2. These power can be somewhat reimagined and 'jacked up,' as in the case of your utilizing the electrons to create an electronic Force field.
Conclusion: Telekinesis is waaay uber awesome. I can use Salak's telekinesis to create holes in matter, as that is just the moving around of molecules and atoms, and matter includes flesh, so I can just use Salak's power to make a hole through Provinsky and we'll all be happy. Wait, maybe I should just take apart a nice spear, microscopic piece by microscopic piece, get it through your shield and stab Provitamin. And if he cuts it with his ligtsaber or crushes it, no matter! I can use my telekinesis to put it back together. Or I can take a whole bunch of weapons and put them together to make some synthetic monster moved about by the awesomeness that is telekinesis.

If we exaggerate the power to controlling electrons, where will it stop?))

 

[Ser Gregor]

(((You guys need an arbiter, get one and stop with all the OOC.)))

 

[Enishi]

It seemed unreal; the title for apprentice of the dark lord was at his fingertips. Lukor stood froze, hands clapsed over his new lightsaber. Something felt wrong here; it was almost a trap. The title he vied for, ever since he had first joined the sith some years ago, was there for the taking but he couldn't move. The blood got to his head as his hand seemed to reattach the lightsaber back to his tattered belt. Lukor stood motionless, out of breath and angry. Slowly he stepped back into the crowd of willing sith.

 

[Green Ranger]

'Fools, all who presume to deem themselves worthy of the Dark Lord's Apprentice. Do you not understand the stupidity, the folly of the commands of your master? Do you honestly believe that he has the best interests of the Sith in your hands? I do not.

'Keep in mind that your Dark Lord is a former Jedi Grandmaster, and you would die for his approval? Come to your senses, all, and see the truth of the matter - that this man was and always will be Jedi, and will betray us all.'

Khavaal was barely restrained. These Sith lacked the foresight to see what was in front of their nose, and if Khavaal was to actually do anything about it, he would end up dead. His only chance was convincing the majority of what Provin was doing, and that was risky in itself. Still, Khavaal had some nifty little tricks up his sleeve...

 

[Michael Vereaux]

(I agree with Nexus on this. But I'll close the OOC conversation with this one. Solus, yes you could do all of that but it requires an extreme understanding of how to do that, such as the blade, you need to have an extreme understanding of the struction of atoms of the blade to do it. Lightning isn't hard because it's just energy, which doesn't have a struction. You just need to know how it acts. Simpling doing those things would not work. You need to have an understanding of it to do it)

Sakiharu's eyes glanced off to the side of the room, finding Lukor, at the moment, not wanting to move. It was strange to Sakiharu because he thought he'd jump at the moment of getting the title but it seemed not in this situation. But in any case, what he did was what he did and didn't need Sakiharu to have a deep understanding of the reasons for each action. Looking over at Khavaal when he kept on speaking, Sakiharu snorted a laugh, a small smirk on his face.

'Well...that's a thought to think of,' he thought inside of his head but gave it no more thought. 'But then again, I have my own reasons for doing certain things.' Sakiharu's reasons? Well, that'd come up at. Sakiharu was though, wanting to see how this was going to play out. How it played out would then determine what Sakiharu did next, if he did anything at all.

There was some truth to the matter however. What Provin was doing was rather stupid. The only reason Sakiharu didn't try to take the title of Dark Lord himself is because, frankly, he doesn't want it. Like his other thoughts, he wants to stay a secret, he wants to stay in the true shadows, not become a leader of an order. The only reason too that Sakiharu is even protecting Provin is because he is the Dark Lord. If someone else happened to get passed Sakiharu's defenses and kill Provin, claiming the title of Dark Lord, Sakiharu would then serve him or her. It would happen over and over again until he could get into the position he's been wanting for a long time now. What that position is, however, only he knows.

 

[david]

*Fairly new to the empire, Sith Apprentice Ekala Woci stood close by her master. She thought to come along for it to be a learning experience. She didn't care who got the title of Apprentice to the dark lord nor did she care who was killed here. She didn't think much difference of the Dark Lord of the Sith from the Master she currently was trained by, it didn't matter to her.*

*She stood neatly dressed with her Apprentice robes tucked neatly beneath her Dark night black cloak, the only thing that shined beneath it was her Lightsaber, only it could be seen glimmering upon her person. She didn't make a plan to say anything or move at all, just listen and maybe learn somthing more of the Sith that she hadn't already known, though if a tustle broke out among the power hungry men, She would stay loyal to her Master and stand by his side.