Postliminium

[Michael Vereaux]

(Could we please have a polite conversation here? I was going to post with Sakiharu but since posts need to be edited, I'll hold off on my post for the moment until that's done.

And just to point out, I think there's a bit too many OOC posts at the moment so how about we make less of them at the moment and focus on the IC stuff. OOC posts about editing something is fine in my opinion but how about deleting them afterward, ne? It makes the thread more organized)

 

[Wing]

OCC: so Janson is dead?

 

[Brandon Rhea]

OOC: Pretty much. A non-Force user would really have no way of surviving a Mind Shard and a subsequent lightsaber attack from the Dark Lord of the Sith.

 

[Hue]

For a few brief moments after the Commander's the room was silent. Darth Demonous glanced around to see people's reactions, then finally said, "So there seemed to be some urgent matter you Dark Lords needed to discuss? Would you like for me to clear the room for you?" He was desperately trying to move things along now that the source of the violence was dead.

 

[Carden Mannux]

*The shockwave within the Force rippled through the room, nearly pushing up the floor like the skin of a ripe fruit. It hit him in the chest, breaking his concentration and sending him to the ground. However, as he attempted to begin his shard of the commanders mind once again, he watched as the Dark Lord of the Sith slaughtered him like the swine he was. Carden smiled as he picked himself up before turning to the younger, weaker Sith that had gathered around them, also picking themselves back up.*

“I will speak with the Dark Lord and this abomination alone.”

 

[Michael Vereaux]

The commander dying was amusing. Khavaal using that massive Force Push wasn't. Keeping to the ground, Sakiharu pushed his feet against the ground with his normal strength and the Force, leaning toward the direction the blast was coming from, keeping him firmly in place but moving only a few feet backwards. Khavaal's presence here was just getting more annoying by the minute to Sakiharu, his eyes forming a firm glare as he watched him (That is if he's still here. If he's not, I'll edit this part of my post). Allowing his eyes to relax, coming out of the phase of its glare, he looked over at Provin and Mannux. "If you need me to give you two some time alone, I'll leave this instant if you wish for it," he said to them, wondering if he should just leave now to give them their time alone.

 

[Green Ranger]

OOC: I've got nothing else to do atm, so i'll hang around. Sorry if i've had a bit of a short fuse lately, i've got a lot of stress concerning school, social life, parents, RP and design work.

If Khavaal was not in full body armour, all would be able to see the gleaming grin from his teeth. However, he was, and so all the strange creature could do was flex his hands, the armored gauntlets clinking in the silence of the hall, echoing through its depths. Still, he was somewhat dissappointed by the death of the commander. Much had been organized, and the man could have been somewhat useful, but it was no matter. Playthings like soldiers would not achieve the goals Khavaal had in mind, not by a long shot.

The presence of Provin was a barely tolerated annoyance. Dark Lord of the Sith or not, this world was Khavaal's home and always would be. Nothing short of his own death would stop such a thing. Wordlessly, he looked at Mannux, completely ignoring all others in the chambers as he took a step forward, one heavily armored boot crushing in the skull of the corpse of the fallen commander.

 

[Wing]

*A Sith naval officer entered the room. Unlike Janson, he was a green skinned Falleen. Captain Gol Sivron of the Sith Navy was now present in the room. With a quick hand motion, two guards took the corpse of formerly Commander Janson and dragged it out of the room.*

"Summon me if there is anything else I could do for you my lord."

*And Captain Sivron left.*

 

[Hue]

Darth Demonous quickly removed the 'audience' from the chamber, though some wanted to stay as long as possible (they were easily convinced by the Sith Lord). He finally bowed to the two Sith Lords and Khavaal and closed the doors as he exited the room. Outside he turned to the others and said, "We will leave the Lords to their discussion. I want two guards of the highest rank possible posted at every exit in case of an emergency."

 

[Wing]

*Captain Sivron heard Darth Demonous' orders. He turned to the two soldiers who had dragged Commander Janson's corpse out of the hall. He had them "dispose" of the body and had them placed to guard the door that he and Demonous had come through.*

"Yes my lord, I will summon guards for the doors at once. We also have air surveillance above, so the hall is under complete lockdown so the lords can discuss in peace."

 

[Sir Dakar]

Blood splatter up Provin's boots as the skull was easily crushed underneath Khaaval's tremendous weight inside of the hulking armor of his. Ignoring it for now as it paid no importance to the meating that was currently taking place, Xiantos turned of his blade, and turned to walk back to Mannux. If Khaaval were to make a move, it probably would be a very foolish thing for him to do at this moment, as everybody else in the chamber quickly left and surrounded the entire build with ships beginning to orbit the building. Not any of his orders, but they will work.

The doors slammed shut as Provin came to a stop infront of Carden; "I regret this interuption Mannux, however everything has been resolved. Now, what is it that you wished to discuss with me."

 

[Wing]

OCC: I am going to assume this is Korriban, since it is the capital. I am doing this to pump up some action.

*Captain Sivron was serious about security, and this was no exception. Outside the hall were the Sith Lords were meeting, people began arriving. Civilians, merchants, Sith hopefuls and apprentices formed a large group and looked at the hall were the Sith Lords were inside. Sivron had radioed in for backup and within two minutes, speeders with blaster turrets mounted and Sith soldiers formed a barricade around the hall. Some the ships above flashed their large spotlights on the crowd, so any movement inside was seen. Sivron picked up a megaphone and spoke to the crowd.*

"This is Captain Gol Sivron of the Sith Empire. There is nothing to see here, go home now. If you do not disperse within the hour, my forces will use brute force and open fire. I repeat, go back to your places of residence or employment now!"

 

[Brandon Rhea]

OOC: You need to understand that Sith don't just kill-kill-kill like what you're doing.

 

[Wing]

OCC: Sorry just trying to maintain order, I'll edit it.

 

[Green Ranger]

Khavaal leant against one one of the ornate pillars of the hall patiently, his visored eyes allowing no emotion to reveal itself, though the strange emerald glitter from the visors under the dim lights created an odd effect, as if Khavaal's eyes were the green viewing windows, and they observed all with a level of amusement. For now, he would watch and wait. He was not here to kill Provin, despite whatever the former Jedi's paranoia would no doubt be telling him. The fact of the matter was that Khavaal simply lacked the public support for such an endeavor. In time, he would have what he required, however, and then Provin would no longer sit on the throne he had stolen away from the rightful Dark Lord of the Sith. And Khavaal knew he would need tremendous support for what he had planned...

 

[Michael Vereaux]

Sakiharu stayed where he was for the moment, watching just to make sure Khavaal wouldn't try anything before following after Demonous, slipping through the double doors before they were closed behind him by Demonous. He listened silently to what he was saying before nodding in approval. "If that's the case, I'll take my leave then," he said to Demonous before walking down the hallway, heading to the training room he's been using for the last few days for himself. He needed to do some more training anyway like he's been doing since he got here to the academy.