DJK Lucyeth
#13700

Culling the Herd
Lucyeth knew what had to be done as a member of Scholae Palatinae and the greater Brotherhood organization. The Dark Jedi struggled with the decision as he grappled what he would do but he knew when there was a time to act. He armed himself with all his weapons and attached his belt to his waist beneath his robes. Lucyeth entered the lift outside his quarters and pondered how he would carry out the deed.
Go in with blaster firing rapidly…no.
Ignite my lightsaber and charge…way too predictable.
Regardless of what I do, it will not be an easy fight.
The Palatinaean stepped out of the elevator and walked down the long hallway to the too familiar large door. He stopped for a moment and sighed before he opened the door. He cleared his mind as the Dark Jedi knew this next moment would require his concentration and no other thoughts in his head that could cloud him.
“Ah Lucyeth, I didn’t request you to come in. You must have something on your mind.” Said the Scholae Palatinae emperor, Xen’ Mordin, with an obvious disgust in his tone of voice as he stared down Lucyeth.
“It’s time for a regime change, your service is appreciated and we Thank You” replied Lucyeth as he grabbed his lightsaber and activated its crimson beam.
“Bah! How dare you think you can replace me? You will not even survive.” Replied the Quaestor as he, in turn, ignited his own lightsaber with its hue of vibrant red. Lucyeth could feel the emperor’s rage throughout the room like waves from a storm surge as he fueled his energy of the force.
The two combatants clashed with furious swipes of their swords as both of them moved with their own passion. Xen funneled his rage into a mass within his hand and pushed out with such force to knock the young Knight into the opposite wall. Lucyeth got back onto his feet with a disoriented stagger from the concussive force. The house leader approached the Dark Jedi and Lucyeth could see the mask of the emperor looming over him.
“You are pathetic” laughed the emperor with a crackling laughter before he started to scream out in pain. Lucyeth channeled his concentration into the mind of Xen. The masked emperor writhed and suffered in his own terror of packs of vornskrs eating him alive. Lucyeth broke concentration and gathered all his passion into the tips of his fingers to unleash strings of blue energy. The arc of energy simply, disappeared as an illusion of Xen cast by the emperor with him, now, at the other side of the room from where he was. Xen focused his hatred towards Lucyeth with his own violet blue energy that shot straight for the Dark Jedi. Lucyeth harnessed more energy into a wall of static energy in an effort to absorb the emperor’s powerful attack. The static barrier shattered at the intensity of the energy with the rest deflected from the lightsaber of Lucyeth. Xen crashed down on Lucyeth with a downward strike which caused Lucyeth to off balance his defenses. The blade of the emperor seared through the arm of Lucyeth like butter as Lucyeth cried out in agony. The still standing, Quaestor pushed with all his pent up hatred and Lucyeth smashed through the window of the emperor’s chamber and down into the night of the Judeccan skylight. Unknowing of the fate of the Young Dark Jedi, Xen ordered security detail and strode out of the chamber.

Tarsus had his orders. The emperor’s orders to be more exact. Most would have followed the orders Tarsus was given, though he wouldn’t this time. Not these orders. The emperor who Tarsus respected so much gave him orders he can not follow; orders to kill his own master was out of the question. The Obelisk never betray someone he cared so much for. His exact orders were to get Black Eagle, and help him assassinate Shadow Nighthunter. Shadow Nighthunter was Tarsus' master, and he wasn’t about to let her die quiet yet. Straight from the start, Tarsus knew this was a set up. Someone told the emperor lies about his master, and he wasn’t going to let these orders follow. Tarsus decided to do something else, and that was to kill Black Eagle. He expected this doing to be toward Back Eagle. Tarsus was to go to Black Eagle, and inform him about the assignment.

Tarsus was walking through the hall ways.The man towered at 6 feet; 5 inches. He was strong as well; very strong. To workout his arms, and Shadow has seen this, he lifts 500 pound tree trunks…. With one arm each. All Tarsus cared in training was to become stronger, harder, and tougher, yet fast and nibble. To be a nibble giant was his goal. Imagine the speed of small warrior with the strength and toughness of a giant. This wouldn’t be a force to challenge, so his theory goes. Why fight a giant that is just as fast as you, maybe faster? As of now, he has a mission to do.

Tarsus finally reached the room of Black Eagle. The Obelisk knocked on the door as it quickly opened.

“Oh, hello, Tarsus!” the young Black Eagle greeted with much glee.

Tarsus smiled as he shook Eagle’s hand. “Well, hello, Eagle! How was your morning?”

The Black Eagle smiled as he motioned Tarsus to come in. “Oh, it was good… Yours?”

Tarsus shrugged. “Eh…. Same ol’, same ol’.”

“I feel you.”

“Oora.”

Black Eagle looked around, trying to find something to entertain his company. “So… What do you like to do?”

An idea popped into Tarsus’ head. “Well, there is this one thing I like to do,” Tarsus said as he walked over toward Eagle’s window. He opened it and waved Black Eagle to come near. “There is this… Beautiful shrine you can see from here… and, during this time of the day… It shines at this angle.”

Black Eagle’s looked at Tarsus with curiosity. “Really? I never noticed such a thing?”

“Well, because it only last for a minute… and, the shine isn’t really bright, but… You can see it… and… Well, you just got to watch! It is really cool what happens!”

Eagle shrugged as he peered out of the window. Tarsus seeing his chance to destroy Eagle.

“I don’t see-”

Quickly, Tarsus snapped Eagle’s neck, almost ripping the head off. The Obelisk pushed the body over and out the window and left the room.

“No more, shall I have to worry about him,” thought Tarsus.
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