NationStates Jolt Archive

Mmmhmhmhm, he thinks he can restrict me... he thinks he can control me... he thinks he can change my ways... he thinks he can command me! Now I will have the power... I will steal it.. I will show him the meaning of power...

The sleek black ship slipped into nothingness. as it activated its cloak. The ship entered enemy territory, space. It glided, the super advanced engines propelling it at 95% the speed of light. Going into lightspeed and coming out of it near Coruscant would create too much of a discration, as a rip in space and time seems to be quite readable on sensors.

Closer and closer the ship got, soon it was within spitting distance of the city-planet.

The Empress Lady Nightshade leafed through her old master's books that she found in the vaults, finding his widsom quite useful for keeping a great Empire in order. The Rule of Fear was one such book and it certainly explains much about the current Imperial policies. Then she noticed something. Something in the Force. Something dark, yet unrefined.

She smiled coldly and put a Darth Vader bookmark in the pages and closed her book. Then she took it with her and headed to the Imperial Throne Room, where the red Royal Guards guarded her from all appreciable threats. Turning her throne back to the entrance, she maneuvered a table to her and continued reading as if nothing happened.

Within moments of entering the atmosphere, the ship slowed down to a few hundred miles an hour. It slowed down substantially more as it entered the thickest parts of the atmoshphere, so it did not create heat on entering the thick air.

Dark looked around, his pale eyes, and thick brown hair dull in the dark light of the undustrial sector. Finally he spotted the perfect spot, a warehouse that seemed abandonned for the time being, surrounded by smoke stacks spewing thick black smoke. The perfect hiding spot for a ship.

The ship settled into place through the big main doors. The door opened, while the ship was still cloaked. Out of nothingness, the boy popped out, only then could you see a cloaked ship, because of the shimmer it made as it bent light around it.

Adjusting his thick brown cloak with a hood, he walked out of the warehouse, and forced the door shut. There, he made his way to the populated parts of the city, towards the Imperial Palace.

There were, of course, numerous clonetrooper and super battle droid patrols around the Imperial Palace, not to mention other types of sensor/attack droids and even a few Nightshade-trained Sith acolytes. It won't be easy for one such as Dark to get past all the guards to the Empress...

He walked slowly, seemingly without purpose. But of course he walked in he lower depths of the great city. Down with the scum, and bums, and those in perpetual poverty. He was not frigthened or even nervous, but tried to stay away from those who might cause him trouble. He was trying his hardest to mask his own force signature, and did not want to spike it trying to eliminate a threat.

There had already been numerous close calls, where he had to run like a child away from bands of thugs and bandits, but he easily got away, using his own natural agility.

Finally, as night began to fall, he spotted the imperial palace. It swarmed with trooper and droid patrols, but that did not bother him. Clones and heaps of metal will not keep me from my destiny...

Sliding into a dark shadow, he scuffled in his robe. He pushed it aside at the waist to reveal a a hefty belt, with a pad of controls. He typed in a few buttons, and the belt beeped quietly into activation. Slowly Dark started to fade into nothingness, until he was but a shimmer against air and light. But now it was getting dark, and he was almost impossible to see with human, and simple droid eyes. It seemed the only real problems would be getting passed heat detecting sensors and force trained guards.

It would be suicide to attempt to go in through the main gates, or even anything to do with the super structure of the actual palace. So instead he searched for a... garbage collector, guessing they entered near the rear or sides of the palace. He hoped the entrance for garbage did not have heat sensors that could penetrate through the hull of the vehicle, but he did count on the vehicle being searched before it entered. That's if he could even find one. So he set off in search.

Soon enough, a garbage collector moved past, collecting stuff with its large vacuum hose and collecting other stuff with its claws. It was near the end of its journey and would return to the palace to burn the garbage in a plasma furnace.

Dark spotted the large vacuum tube, and sprinted towards it, his cloack still on. Just before the vacuum was about to disengage, he sprinted under it, and got sucked up into the tube, and thrown into the nearly full trash heap.

He gagged for clean air, and took out a small air breather. Normally meant for underwater, he used it to get clean air out of the trash and oddly, some dead bodies, or the remains of some.

He burried himself within the trash, but not too far to where he couldn't exit quickly if needed. Now he was along for the ride.

Soon, the trash collector headed into the palace, where it dumped the contents into a chute. At the end of the chute was a conveyor belt that led to the subfloors of the Palace, where the plasma furnace vaporised the trash and used it to power the place independently of all other power supplies.

Dark tumbled down the chute and fell onto the conveyer belt. But he quickly jumped off it like a cat, not making much noise as he did so. He scanned the surrounding area. There were low level droids patrolling, but nothing too harmful. A droid scanned in the direction Dark was at, but it did not notice him, so Dark was in the clear... for now.

Quietly, he started to make his way to a service door. He quickly opened the door and slipped in, closing it quietly. There he was met with a very tall stairwell. Of course it did not take him close to his destination, or to any vital areas, but a stairwell this big would have to have a ventillation system.

Swiftly he ran up the stairs, looking for any vents large enough to fit him through.

There is a ventilation shaft about several meters ahead.

With a quick look around, Dark approached the vent and peered in. It seemed to go on for miles, in all directions. With a slash of his dark red lightsabre, which he seemed to pull from no where, he cut the grate open as if it were wet paper.

He climbed in and started to crawl. He had crawled for several hundred feet before he came to a shaft that went straight up. Slowly standing up in the vertical vent, he did a force-assisted jump to the next level. He then crawled further into the palace through the vents, and found another vertical vent. Again he jumped to the next level.

He wondered how much he would be able to do this.

One of the shafts leads directly to the Throne Room. However, it is patrolled by hunter-killer spider droid units with broad-spectrum sensors (IR, UV, etc) that will take slight at any intrusion. If Dark wishes to reach the Empress, he will have to fight through them...

Immediatly after Dark made his most recent jump, he was met with red blaster fire. Thankfully the first bolt missed, and he was able to remove his saber from his cloak before the next bolt hit, him deflecting it back at the droid.

The droid was killed, but not before sending a silent alarm to the clonetrooper squads. Several more droids took its place and began shooting.

OOC: Go ahead and kill them and move on.

Dark thrusted himself forward with his saber in hand. He blocked more bolts with his saber and diced through the droids with great accuracy.

He scuttled towards the end of the shaft, where it suddenly turned left. He planted his feet on the end of the shaft, and luanched himself with the force and his own power tot he end of the shaft, where a grate of ventillation was. He diced through another couple of droids, before busting through the grates and flung down to the ground, landing perfectly, one foot planted on the ground, and one knee planted.

To his amazement, as he looked around, he found he was inadvertantly in the throne room...

"So, you have managed to reach the Throne Room. I must notify Pael to increase security in the sublevels, not to mention the air ducts. Thank you for reminding me of that little oversight, little boy." A woman's voice, sweet as honeydew and as deadly as cyanide commended Dark. The comfortable chair of the Throne Room had it's back turned to the boy. Then it turned around, revealing a stunningly beautiful woman with brown hair that could make most men nosebleed in lustful pleasure of "looky but don't freakin' touchy". Of course, this is a boy we're talking about.

Her hawklike green eyes looked as if they were piercing straight into the boy's soul, as if she knew everything about him with a look. Of course, she doesn't, but she can rip his memories out if she wanted to and the boy could hardly fight off the mental rape.

Her clothes are dark robes underneath a dark red cloak that appeared to be almost dyed with the blood of her victims. Her blade is a violet hue.

All in all, she looks very much the Dark Lady of the Sith she has become...

"Some... woman is the emperor of this pitiful empire?" He snorted. "Elder thinks he's the master of deception, and the masakis think they are a bunch of elite commandos.. and now a woman leads this weak empire... this will be easy."

He lept forward with the power of ten men, propelling himself straight at Nigthshade, his dark red saber oddly matching her attire...

Nightshade smirked and held up a hand. Very quickly, a powerful hurricane blew straight at Dark. "Little fool. You do not know the power of the Dark Side..."

Dark was blown back all the way to the wall, but he used this to his advantige. He planted his feet on the wall, and used the reverse momentum to send himself even faster at Nightshade. This obne was arrogant, and persistant.

Nightshade merely smiled again and she allowed the boy to get closer and closer, not even bothering to lift a finger to her blade. Such arrogance, and yet, she's in complete control of the situation, the boy just didn't know it yet.

He grinned as he got to the point where he could slash down. But he did not simply go straight at her at the last moment. At the last moment, he used the force to thrus thimself upwards so he would fly over the thrown, as he did this, he thrusted down at her head.

He grinned as he got to the point where he could slash down. But he did not simply go straight at her at the last moment. At the last moment, he used the force to thrus thimself upwards so he would fly over the thrown, as he did this, he thrusted down at her head.
Lady Nightshade exploded in a cloud of black smoke, making the saber hit the throne itself. It would appear that she's dead...but what's this?

A unpleasantly familiar humming sound occurred behind the boy's back as the Empress ignited a blade the color of her namesake plant and slashed at his back.

Dark was caught off guard, and was barely able to leap forward away from the slash. He turned around to give a swing-around slash.

Nightshade locked blades with the boy and pushed them downwards before slashing her sword up towards his chest.

He leaned back enough to where the blade caught his cloak and a very small portion of his chest. He reeled backwards, clutching his chest, before thrusting himself upwards, and coming straight down at Nightshade.

With a flick of her wrist, the blades clashed again and Nightshade parried it away, then sent a vicious bolt of corrupting lightning into Dark before stabbing at him.

Dark would have been able to deal with the saber strike alone, but the sudden use of the lightning caught him off guard. He had already become used to to this being a pure saber duel, not expectng powers. His downfall.

He landed as his strike was parried, but was said, was caught off guard by the lightning and hit. He was momentarrily weakened, enough time for Nightshade's blade to peirce his upper stomach, driving deep into him.

With a deep gasp, he staggered backwards, and fell to a knee, clutching his stomach, before keeling over to the side, and reeling in pain.

"And now...time to die, little boy." Nightshade gloated as she stepped back a couple of feet and put out her hands. Curls of black energy were summoned to the palm of her hands. The energy swirled around and then collapsed on itself, forming a deadly singularity known as a Sphere of Destruction. A suction more powerful than the previous hurricane hurls random objects into the singularity, crushing them to nothingness.

A pillar stands strong by the boy, though pieces are breaking off.

Dark started to slide towards the singularity. He stretched out, bearing a terrible pain as he did, to grab the pillar. He grabbed it, of all the luck, and held on tight, but his grip quickly fading. He was hemorraging, and was getting weak very fast.

Then out of no where, a faint whisper was told to Nigthshade's ear, as if some one was right besides her. All it said was, "Nigthshade."

"Grrr...who dares?!" Nightshade growled and sweeped the singularity around the room to catch the one that managed to get past the defenses.

Nothing was sucked in besides Nightshade's own throne equipment and possessions.

Another whisper was heard, but this time it was slightly louder, uttering the words, "Nightshade... of the sith."

She then snickered as she locked the singularity back on to the boy. "If you're trying to save this brat, it's too late now! He dies today!"

Just as the suction started to reapply itself to Dark, a powerful force sent Dark flinging across the room, behind a new sturdy pillar. From that point, the aspiration revealed himself.

He appeared right behind Nightshade seemingly from nothingness. He wore a dark grey cloak, and had a pale face with black hair, and brown eyes. His voice was that of a tired man.

"Nightshade, why do you torment my apprentice so?"

"For one thing, he interrupted my readings of various texts the Emperor left. Not very respectful. Another, anyone who simply barges in on the Throne Room without an appointment, well, I'm not liable for damages incurred..." Nightshade released the singularity and it disappeared. "Your apprentice needs better training and a lesson in manners. Take him away and never come back, for the next time, I won't be so accomodating."

"Of course, Nightshade... he shall be of no more trouble to you..." Elder had started to walk towards Dark when he started shouting out.

"Feck the Masakis! They can do this themselves! LAst time I try to do this with good will. BITCH!"

Elder snapped at Dark, throwing him against the wall with a powerful force push. "I am sorry for that... please excuse us, we will find our own way out." With that, Elder and Dark vanished into thin air, the only remnant of them was a slight force signature, a signature that seemed to be scattered. Only when they left the palace would the scattered force signature dissapate.

After they have left, Nightshade sat back on her throne. "Hmm. So my brothers have sent them. A tactic I've never expected of them. So bold, and yet, so foolish..."

She would spend the next few days brooding...formulating the exact method of revenge she will commit on her worthless brothers...something that won't involve a needless conflict upon Jurai itself...