Re: Sith + Shadow fist

[lordocelot]

Tiberian came from (Mindar Journey)
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Bobbing his head gently back and forth Tiberian was enjoying the elevator music that was playing for him, twiddling his thumbs the sith warlord stood patiently in a cramped elevator that him and a dozen mercenaries were taking up to meet the shadow fist leader. Tiberian kept his eyes close, he had been tempted to light all of the mercenaries in the elevator on fire, for the lack of the respect that they had shown him. But for right now he was letting the music of the elevator take him to a peaceful place.

Tiberian was restraining himself reflecting on the enjoyable tour he got of the growing city of Myrenne, his thoughts were rudely interupted when a mercenarie behind him jabbed the sith warlord in the back with his gun. "Move along sith!" he said arrogantly as if the presence of the mercenary's gun would install fear in the heart of the sith lord.

Tiberian chuckled seemingly amused by this threat, that a mere poorly trained mercenary holding an out-dated blaster pistol should force Tiberian in to doing something. Tiberian turned around quickly to face the mercenary, they were the only ones in the elevator, the others had exited keeping their gaze upon the sith warlord. "Now, now that was not very nice, where our your manners. Do you know who I am?" asked Tiberian politely.

"No funny buisness sith, just vacate the elevator" said one of the mercenaries standing in the hall.

The mercenary however in the elevator with Tiberian, shook his head waving them off. "Go on, I can handle this" he replied.

The other mercenaries didnt look so sure, but trusting their companion they went to report to their leader that the sith had arrived.

"Alright sith, I know all about your people and your fighting. Its all a bit cowardly and pathetic, now get moving" said the mercenary jabbing Tiberian in the stomach with his gun.

However the gun never hit Tiberian's stomach it stopped inches in front, it seemed that the gun had hit an invisinble barrier of some kind. He tried again and again but to no avail, looking up he could see the smile of the towering sith warlord, who shook his head.

"I think you have me mistaken with someone else" he said flicking his hands forward, as arches of lightning grappled onto the flesh of the mercenary lighting up the elevator, as screams followed.

Tiberian stopped examining to see that the mercenary was regrettably still alive, but he had fallen to his knees trying to regain his strength. Squirming in pain, the mercenary was able to lift his head seeing a purple haze.

"I am sure that your presence will not be missed" said Tiberian looking down at disgust at the mercenary who was squriming on his back still in unbelievable pain.

"If you really knew my people then you would not have been surprised by all of this" Tiberian paused "or this" he finished smiling in a swift fluid motion he decapitated the mercenary, whose head bounced around the elevator before resting at the mercenarie's feet.

Putting his purple saber away beneath his robes, Tiberian snapped his thumbs one more time to the music of the elevator as its doors opened for him to see that the entry way was empty. Putting his hands in his pocket, the innocent and casual looking whistling sith warlord went out to find the shadow fist's leader's office.

[lordocelot]

Tiberian was surprised of how empty the shadow-fist facility seemed, not bumping into any guards or servants since leaving the elevator. Calling upon the force to guide him, Tiberian found two reinforced steel doors, flicking his fingers the doors came to life and opened for the sith warlord.

More then three -dozen guards and mercenaries had squeezed into the office of their leader. “Tiberian Coale we meet at last” said a qurren from behind his desk as Tiberian simply nodded, seemingly amused of all of the shadow-fists guards answering his question of why the facility was so empty. They were all gathered here to help protect their leader.

“Where is Jonnie?” asked one of the mercenaries stepping forward.

The name brought several hearty chuckles out of the sith warlord seemingly remembering an inside joke. “Oh so that’s what his name was, well you can find his pieces in the elevator” answered Tiberian casually at the human mercenary who had asked.

The mercenary screamed angrily pulling out his gun and pointing it at Tiberian, “he was my brother” exclaimed the mercenary.

“Well now he is dead, and you will be joining him if you do not wisely put away your gun” warned Tiberian flexing his arms and bringing them up from his sides, seemingly ready just in case the mercenary did not heed his warning.

He didn’t, several rounds of blaster fire was unleashed upon the sith warlord, who raising his hand was able to deflect every blast, surprising all in the room. The angry mercenary threw down his gun and charged the sith with a vibro blade. Tiberian simply watched the mercenary charged him never going to his lightsaber when the mercenary was only a few inches away with his sword in front; the mercenary immediately began to rise several feet off the ground dropping his sword. Swinging his arms and kicking his legs as if he was fighting a raging current trying desperately to break free but it was to no avail.

His arms suddenly stopped swinging and began stretching, looking like a cross. The shattering of bones could be heard throughout the room before a loud pop and like a cannon the arms of the mercenary flew off and blood began squirting out like a fountain. The mercenary screams were piercing as his legs kick tirelessly trying to escape from Tiberian’s suffocating force grip. His chest began to expand while his screams continued and after hearing a series of pops, the mercenary fell silent and dropped to the floor.

The guards and mercenaries of the shadow-fist had watched in awe as one of their colleagues was tortured in a matter of seconds under the ruthless of this sith. Looking down now at one of their respected comrades who could not last a mere minute under the sith lord seeing the bloody corpse and the blood stained walls that his arms had bounced off of. The mercenaries began grumbling to one another not liking that the sith warlord had only been here for a short time and had already killed two of their friends.

The qurren simply laughed feeling the hostilities of his men and shook his head; “not a good way to make agreements Tiberian” he said.

“It is lord Coale or lord Tiberian” corrected Tiberian calmly clenching his fists to his side. He could feel the force flowing around him, calling to him, begging to punish these pathetic guards and mercenaries but Tiberian had to be patient he needed to be fair

“You try to correct me in my home, not very polite Tiberian” said the Qurren seemingly mocking the sith warlord now with tone. “My men will have to teach you a lesson” added the qurren seeing that this order had gotten the approval of his men who quickly began to cock their guns and pull out their swords and began to move closer towards the sith warlord.

Tiberian smiled something had caught is eye out the window, behind all of the guards and mercenaries was a large glass window that the qurren had used to oversee some of the expansion of his facilities. “If you allow this, then your reign as ruler of the shadow-fist is over” warned Tiberian.

The qurren and mercenaries both began to laugh, all seemed amused by Tiberian’s empty warning. “My men outnumber you, Tiberian let us just say, that if you do not back down this will be your last day as sith warlord” warned the ever so cocky qurren.

A smile curved on the lips of Tiberian before shaking his head, “such a lovely view of the city, wouldn’t you say?” he asked casually.

Murmuring to one another the confused mercenaries turned around to look out the window, their jaws dropped to their floor. Glaring at them were Punishment and Execute hovering only feet away from the window their thirty-two cannons aimed at the grouped of shadow-fist mercenaries who had threatened their leader.

“You will kill us all!” screamed the qurren flailing his arms about being the closest to the window he could look through the cannons to see that they were packing heavy artillery missiles.

Tiberian shrugged, “I did warn you” he said raising his right hand which seemed to have been the signal, the qurren screamed a loud “no!” as the mercenaries charged Tiberian trying to reach him before the sith corvettes could fire.

Knee-buckling shots of pure power echoed through the city of Myrenne as a million drops of glass rained into the room. Shells of artillery ripped through the mercenaries’ regiments, clipping arms, legs and heads clean off. The remaining mercenaries who were not killed from the first round were no thrashing their arms about trying to leave the room, many stumbled over the legs and arms of their comrades. Bullets began pouring through the rooms in swarms piercing the flesh of the mercenaries who were trying to flee.

The room of the shadow-fist leader was stained with blood, body parts littered the floors only two were now standing Tiberian and the qurren, only because he had called on the force to protect himself and the shadow-fist leader. The qurren was trembling looking up at his hands which were shaking he could not believe that he had survived that terrible onslaught. The qurren was now looking around in dismay at all of his fallen men; before his eyes climbed to meet the gaze of the towering sith warlord.

“How can man do this?” he asked, his voice cracking still upset of the massacre that took place before his eyes.

“I am sith, you have seen my wrath. So I will ask you again, will you swear your allegiances to me?” asked Tiberian calmly. His arms crossed and high at his chest, his jaw clenched, his look was firm.

The qurren fell to his knees in the blood of his guards, “yes… yes my master” he croaked and Tiberian nodded, it would suffice the sith lord for now.

“Good, gather your resources and await my instructions. I have just one question for you?” asked Tiberian.

Still quivering in fear, the qurren looked up at his new master, hoping he would be able to answer it for him but he gave his master a perplexed look beneath his tentacled face. “Yes my master?” he asked, “the keys for your office?” he demanded his hand outstretched and fumbling in his pockets he gave them to Tiberian.

“Good, now leave I have a visitor who will need entertaining, and this room will not suffice” said Tiberian dismissing the qurren from his sight.

Tiberian goes to (Dual amidst the clouds)
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