Bad karma

Dominique's eyes instantly narrowed at the visage she was seeing. A man past his prime, a terrorist turned Emperor, and a Sith that had all around failed to do anything but inspire a little fear in civilians. She disliked the man; no she despised the man along with what he had done to the Empire. Now he came here, onto her Flag ship, and tried to kidnap the admiral for whatever ends along side a bounty hunter that would never work with the likes of Geki? Things seemed out of place and she had been told that there was an exceptionally gifted shape shifter on board. She felt that this was the one she sought and his lack of command over the dark side further proved her point. It was entirely possible that if it was in fact Geki, it was being concealed, but she didn't bother believing such a thing. She felt if he had considerable power, she would be able to feel it. Her hair fluttered as her feet swiftly carried her forward and lifted the pseudo-Sith up using the force. She pinned him to the wall and brought around her serpentine dagger. It was pressed up against his neck; the slightest of movements on his part would result in it piercing his flesh but she made sure he was firmly held in place with the force. She didn't speak for a moment; rather she let the man feel the dark energy that pulsated from within her weapon. A light blue gem adorned the very bottom of the hilt. It looked almost like a piece of ice and gave off the same chill as one. ”œGive me one reason why I shouldn't slit your throat, Boy”

Dominique calmly watches the display, observing the shifter as it adapted the form of a Storm Trooper. It was quite simply to deduce that one of them wasn't a real soldier, since the no out of place bodies were present. She offered a nod to Faust and gave the order to lock the Hanger down completely. No entrance, no exit. Not even the medical teams would be allowed inside. The small woman took her time as she made her way towards the hanger, finding her own way in and being met head on with the smells of scorched flesh and death. She smiled as her eyes scanned the ”˜battlefield.' Body parts are strewn all about, but she passes them as if they are nothing more then blades of grass on a Naboo field. She settles her gaze on the three, mostly, in tact Storm Troopers. Dominique falls back into the force, wrapping it around her body and using the deathly energies present to assist her in inspiring fear in the three. It wouldn't be a difficult task, at least if all three of them were normal Storm Troopers it wouldn't be difficult. Despite her stature, Dominique would seem as something horrifying and incomprehensible; two would have their minds shattered in effort to draw the third out. Easier methods were, of course, open, but then what kind of sadist turned down the opportunity to slice through a persons mind and leave them as a blabbering, unintelligible moron. Expose yourself

Dominique's face remains impassive as she watches the hanger being ripped asunder by the powerful missiles. The Admiral was off in the med-bay, having his wounds tended to since he was obviously incapable of defending himself a security task force would be assigned to keeping guard over him. The Admiral would be tasked with finding a set of men, or droids, that suited him. A chunk had been taken out of the ship and she was less then pleased about that, but there was nothing she could do at this point in time other then order it be repaired. The small framed lady closed her eyes and pulled in a deep breath as she enjoyed the fresh, pulsing death that filled the force. She could hear their screams and cries of agony even now, as their bodies had been vaporized in an instant. Some of them, though, had the luxury of having a few dying moments as they lay trapped beneath some twisted piece of a star fighter, or suffering from a blaster wound. When she exhaled her breath was visible and there was a smile of satisfaction on her face. She feels a sense of pleasure at indulging in their deaths and pulling their frenzied emotions from their souls as they passed on. It was something akin to the post-orgasmic bliss one experienced after a particularly rousing session. She was fully aware, though, that her ability of draining their emotions and pulling them unto her self was still active and at work. The subtle hints of the crew being sapped of their emotion began to show. It wasn't particularly smart, but she wished to indulge and so she Would. ”œYes, a drink.”

A dark presence materialized from nothing. None but Faust would feel her arrival and it took all of two seconds for her to search out the invaders she sought. Thirty more seconds and she had them pulled up on the remote terminal. The admiral was over the shoulder of the armored man; a man she had met once upon a time on Kamino. A smile crept upon her devious lips as she departed, making her way to their location with haste. __ From the wall next to the two spies a small figure emerges, wielding what appears to be a sword despite that it has an aura all its own. A glowing blue aura. Its blade slides along Fett's helmet, slicing through his armor as if it was warm butter. The lady turns her gaze upon his emotionless visor as she rips the Admiral from his shoulder using the force. Her body twists around as she continues on her straight path, her left hand reaching out and grabbing hold of the Admiral's arm and her right waving at Fett as she seemingly passes into the room adjacent to the hallway. As she left their view, ice began forming around their feet and creeping up their feet at an alarming rate. They would be frozen in place if something wasn't done soon.

Imperial Announcement! Every news channel on the holonet suddenly flashes the signal for breaking news and several other channels that are showing normal programming are interrupted with the news too. The reporters give the basics on what is happening at the moment, being that the newly crowned Emperor is preparing to address the Galaxy as a whole from on board the flag ship above Coruscant. In unison, every channel switches to a view of a short, petite woman with flowing raven locks and icy blue eyes. Her appearance is impeccable and the smile on her face is bone chilling. ”œBy now, all of you have surely heard of the reports that Coruscant has been taken over again. I'm not here to give you some propaganda that can barely hold up against any sort of scrutiny. No, I'm here to tell all of you the truth.”

Dominique's eyes flashed towards the one known as Ichi only long enough to take in the things appearance. It was a scar upon the décor of the room, but she felt that the thing had its uses. She spoke directly to Yue, as if Terror did not exist. In reality, he was barely more noticeable then a mundane being. Yue was right; he did have potential but not much from what it felt like. ”œYou'll be assisting the take over of Coruscant. Your mission,”

”œI wasn't trying to hurt you; I was trying to get you ready for what is perhaps one of the most difficult paths a person can take in life. If you think the things I've done to you are mean and callous, wait until you get out there to see what the Jedi, what the bounty hunters, and al those other people that hate force users do. They are merciless, just as they expect us to be.”

Dominique's face remained neutral, despite her displeasure at the way people seemed to feel it necessary to question her abilities to do a better job then Quietus, even though a partially trained monkey could do a better job then he had. It would be difficult to make the order something to be feared once more, but despite that she had taken up the mantel of Dark Lord. She had to fight the urge to make a comment directed at Alora, concerning her mention of feeling like a piece of furniture. The woman made the jokes all to easy, but even Dominique couldn't deny the power that her method of persuasion could have over the weak, and even some of the strong it seemed. The latter part of her thought came as she glanced towards Draken. ”œYou shake your head almost as if you are disappointed, Draken. Would you prefer someone else have taken the spot? Though, before you question if my reign will be any different, you should focus on your own goals and see if any of those even concern the order rather then just yourself. We need all the Masters we can get, but if they are focusing on themselves”¦then they are no help to us.”

She was delving in too deep and it was threatening to take her over. All Viktor could do was shake his head a little as she spoke, knowing that being so selfish was both a blessing and a curse. If she continued along that way, she'd find riches and safety. Though, at what cost? No person could go their entire life without people around them to experience it with. Atia might try, but the experience that came along with age would show her that it would be impossible. ”œWhy wouldn't I save you? We are trained to fight threw the pain. This order is not like the one of old in every way, we help our brethren. We cover their back as they would. I covered yours, but you didn't cover mine. Of course, if you want to live all of your life without anyone you can trust, or anyone that trusts you then that's your prerogative. Enjoy a life of murder and chaos and nothing more. Deny yourself a full range of emotions, a full range of power”

Her initial response to seeing Viktor had been something he hadn't expected at all. In truth, he had expected her to assault him in one manner or another”¦Not run up and hug him and treat him as if they were involved. She was still a teenage girl at heart; the training had not burned that out of her system. Whether or not that was a good thing, he was not sure. Only time would be able to tell how a young girl could handle the trials of being a Sith. He felt her warm palm collide with his chilled skin. There's the response I was expecting”¦ He raised his hand, rubbing his jaw a bit as if trying to rub the pain out of the area she had hit. In truth, it did sting considerably. He was still cold from space and everything seemed to hurt more when a person was cold. He merely chuckled at her questions, wondering why they took so long to flood out. ”œSo you love me then you hate me? You overly emotional little girl. I let you think I was dead because you didn't question it. I saw what you did, how you turned your back on me when I had helped you only moments before. You shouldn't be worried about what Dominique will think, in all honesty you should be worried if you'll even see her again. You'd let me die just like that, you inconsiderate little whelp!”

The door slid open, revealing the form of Viktor clad in a deep brown duster that matched his hair. There was a glimmer in his hazel eyes as he extended his hand and fanned out his digits, calling the weapon on Atia's belt to his hand. He wrapped his tanned hand around the weapon, feeling the scars from where the fragmentation grenade hit it as well as the piece of shrapnel that was still embedded within a portion of it. ”œMy, my. All you feel is anger? Not even a tear for your dearly departed best friend? And here I was thinkin' that we had something. You grow colder by the day.”

”œA call to arms is being issued; we will be taking Coruscant.”

Dominique motioned for him to stand, having never been a fan of archiac formailties. As long as due respect was given, there was no need for things such as kneeling and acting subservient when each person knew that such a thing was hardly a personality trait a Sith should have. No, they were not subservient by nature. They were dominated things; took command of a situation and twisted it to suit their desires. ”œNot quite, I could have simply sent out a series of comms to notify the order of the take over if that was my purpose. I've gathered the order here to begin our first conquest in quite some time. As one of the few Warriors in the order, you will play a significant role in the coming ordeal.”

”œI do regret, that I must keep this brief”¦so now that all of that is out of the way,”

((Sorry I forgot to post the troop actions, though just remind me next time rather then doing it for me.)) The troops that had lowered their weapons weren't actual females, as the Empire didn't use too many females on the front line. They were merely the males with a questionable sexuality. The others shook their heads in disgust and opened fire. Stun blasts hit the thing square in the chest and dropped him to the ground in an instant; paralyzed but still conscious. If he was telling the truth about which he was here to meet, they would soon find out. They loaded the figure's body onto their shuttle, heading back into orbit and then into the hanger of the Heretic. They took the man to the brig, then notified the one known as Torin of his ”˜visitor.'

Dominique took in each of their words, remaining as silent as space itself while she waited for the majority of them to speak before addressing their questions and concerns. She picked apart which of them would be truly useful to the order and which of them would have much more to learn before being of any use. Of course, Sith as a whole were enigmatic so she restrained herself from assuming too much and relied upon her empathic abilities to gather other tid-bits from them. ”œYou ask for proof of my trustworthiness? There isn't a single thing I could offer you that would make me trust you, it's something I'd have to prove through action. Though, you have about as much proof as I do I am afraid. Hopefully we can change that shortly, yes?”

Dominique's pale blue eyes scanned the form of the one that opened the door. She could feel the darkness bellowing outwards, past Nurgle's figure and into the halls behind her. Her gaze remained constant as she mentally picked out each unique signature and identified their rank determined on the potency and level of control she felt they had. Two apprentices, two Lords, one Master. She nodded to Nurgle, keeping her arms folded inside her clothes. The darkness that her clothes appeared to be crafted off was that which one would expect to find in a chasm without a bottom. If one stared at them too long, the sensation of falling into an endless abyss would threaten to over come them and send them into a panic. She enjoyed knowing that no one would be able to look at her for too long. ”œMy name is Darth Hel”¦”

Dominique wasn't completely pleased with what she heard, particularly from Syn's envoy. The small framed woman was quiet for several minutes as she considered what to do about the ”˜inferior' order she had just taken the reigns of. She turned to address the figure bearing Syn's symbol first. ”œAssassins work best in secrecy, yet those of this order are obvious in their chosen field. See that Exodus does what he can to get the sect as a whole into working order, but I want him to find several young candites. The best the order has to offer. I wish to see them trained under him past apprenticeship, to lead them into the depths of the force where only the worthy find what it truly offers to its followers. He'll take only two.”

Being unconscious, there was nothing he could do to save himself. Atia had made her decision and it was obviously not in his favor at all. She was protected from the blast, as the force slowed the shrapnel as best it could. Viktor, on the other hand, was ripped to shreds in the ensuring explosion that also killed many of the patrons and took out the front door of the establishment

Viktor lost sight of Atia, but allowed the force to keep him informed about her movements through the bar. He continued on his path of destruction, murdering indiscriminately. An innocent could just as quickly take up a weapon as someone who wanted them dead. It was no use granting anyone mercy if they'd just throw it back in your face. No one in the Galaxy knew how to take gifts and be content with them; they always had to go for more. His eyes focused on a particular sound from five feet behind him; a pin being pulled and dropped to the ground. The man holding the fragmentation grenade tossed it towards him. Before he could react, he felt his muscles tense then go limp as he fell to the ground. A stun shot having hit him from behind .The grenade landed inches from his face.

Dominique cast her gaze towards the door moments before it opened and seconds after Oblivion finished speaking. Her icy jewels gazed upon the figure that stood there, instantly picking up the mark which it bore and the aroma in which its robes were saturated. It stirred memories long past, but left her emotions untouched. He had opted to send one in his place, rather then come see his apprentice taking up such a position. The act seemed simple enough, but it spoke volumes to her. She motioned the figure over, directing it to a seat near her and the Master Krath she was speaking with. Dominique turned her attention back to the man, choosing her next words carefully. Some had the tendency to read into words too much, so it was always wise to think before speaking around Sith such as this one. ”œIn a few fields, one in particular, your abilities surpass mine. Alchemy being that field, of course. I'd like you to keep a careful eye on those that would attempt to learn such a fine craft. Should it get into the wrong hands, well, just don't let it get into the wrong hands.”

In a flash of motion, Viktor's lightsaber was ignited and turning a shot away from his body. It flew wide and shattered a glass of whiskey that was behind the bar on a shelf. Several more shots came his way, but rather then turn them away he dodged out of the way. He was in no mood to have his flesh cooked by a blaster. He turned his attention to Atia just in time to see her duck, a blazing red bolt narrowly missing her as it shot across the bar and hit another patron. As she ducked, a trandoshan from the bar was up with stool in hand in a flash. He brought the stool down on her back, dropping her to the ground as it broke on her back. The stool itself wasn't sturdy enough to do any more damage then bruising, but the force behind it was still strong enough to make her kneel if only for a moment. A flare of anger came from Viktor, akin to what an older brother would experience when someone was picking on his younger brother. His lip curled in a moment of jealous rage. He was the only one allowed to brutalize her! He was the only one allowed to insult her, put her down, and generally do anything bad to her! Not some over grown lizard! He twisted around in a complete circle before extending his hand and slicing the head off of the reptile. His free hand grabbed her saber and tossed it to her”¦

Viktor licked his lips, spreading the exotic flavor of his juice over them as he watched her get up and move to leave the bar. She had carelessly tossed aside the drinks that he had so graciously supplied for her. She was ungrateful, arrogant, and deserving of being knocked down a step or two. He reached forward, picking up one of the empty, thick shot glasses and tossing it up twice to weigh it in his hand. ”œHey Atia!”

A uncharacteristic laugh that attracted the attention of several of the bars patrons erupted from Viktor's moist lips as if Atia had just finished telling some great joke. In truth, she had told quite the joke whether she realized it or not. It was by far the most amusing thing he had heard out of her mouth since he had the displeasure of meeting the young wannabe Sith girl. ”œWarriors aren't stupid? Oh yeah, you just totally proved that statement false just by saying that! You've obviously got quite a bit to learn. If you want to know why I am not drinking and why I won't be drinking those”¦”

Dominique's sat quietly in the center of the floor, monitoring each person that arrived as well as those that had been here from the very first. She knew the gathering was almost complete and her time to speak was nearing. The air around the ship would surely be far past oppressive and entering the realm of suffocating by now. The Sith would be likely to enjoy it, but she couldn't speak for the crew on this ship. They seemed almost dead to her; something about them was unnatural, so it was likely they wouldn't even notice such a trivial thing. It was then that she felt a slightly familiar presence approach. She took in a final breath before pulling withdrawing herself from the flow of the dark side and the room at once. A mere handful of seconds passed since Oblivion had addressed her, yet she appeared behind him and glided around his side until she was standing several feet in front of him. Her raven locks cascaded down her back as she took in the appearance of the lead Krath. It had been some time since she had spoken with him, the last meeting being disrupted by Exodus himself. ”œAh, Oblivion...Please, do join me in my chambers.”