Vowlet and Yelram stood up from the dining table and headed towards the office. Vowlet sain in his armchair behind the desk, while his brother took the seat in front of it.
"I know you didn't call me here just for a family meet up, brother."
"That is true.", Vowlet nodded and frowned, "The war is raging, I need someone I can trust."
"I am here now, speak what you wish.", Yelram said and waved his hand.
His brother stood up and went tot he bar cabinet, taking the green labeled bottle, pouring some of its content in two glasses.
"Not too much.", Yelram chuckled, "Your spirits are monstrous."
"Alright", Vowlet smirked and poured himself twice the amount of Yelram's glass and put them on the desk.
Yelram smelled the alcohol and grinned.
"Good old Corellia."
"Ah, yes, the best I have.", Vowlet said before taking a large sip from his glass.
"I understand why.", the other man snickered, "Anyway, let's talk business."
"Yes. There is a trip to the battlefield upon of me. I want you to come.", Vowlet turned towards one of the shelves and looked through some paperwork.
Yelram rubbed his chin, thinking.
"Well, it won't be anything new, I don't see why not.", he brought toglass up to his lips.
Before he could drink though, the door slammed open and an officer rushed inside.
"My Lord, don't! Don't drink it!", he screamed.
"What...?", Yelram blinked at the officer before a light cough made him look towards his brother.
Vowlet was breathing heavily while leaning onto the shelf, the now empty glass by his side.
"Vowlet...?"
"My Lord?"
The man turned around and grabbed the officer by the throat.
"Have I given you permission to enter?", he said with a hoarse voice.
"No, my Lord...", the officer struggled to breathe, "The security... records... your drink..."
"Vowlet, stop!", Yelram grabbed his brother's arm, trying to yank it off the man's throat.
The Sith growled and pushed him back with the Force, sending him through the doorway and into the wall outside. He swiftly snapped the officer's neck before flipping his desk over the room and out of his way. His brother managed to get up before he walked over to him.
"Stop this very second, Vowlet!", he shouted and reached for his lightsaber.
"Who do you think you are talking to?", the man replied in a louder manner.
He went to grab Yelram by the throat, but his brother manged to flip them both over the railing of the inner balcony, which resulted in them falling in the throne room, where the children were playing. Keltra heard the screams and cracking of rock, and ran out of the bedroom, grabbing her lightsaber on the way out. As she reached the hall, she saw Vowlet throw Yelram off himself, rising in his full height. The sound of lightsabers was audible as both brother ignited their blades.
"Daddy, stop!", Sama ran towards her father, tears rolling down her cheeks.
The sudden rage had blinded Vowlet's mind though and, unaware of his actions, he looked the little girl running towards him. Keltra's body went numb and her eyes widened as she saw the glowing red blade pierce the small body of their daughter and emerge from her back. The girl did not even have time to gasp, she just blinked as the life left her. Troops arrived in the hall to the scene, everybody staring at Vowlet. He snarled and withdrew his saber, spreading his arms.
"What are you looking at ?! Come at me!", he yelled, his eyes glowing with fury.
Yelram, still stunned, grasped the hilt of his lightsaber.
"Keltra, take the children away!", the man looked at his brother, "Enough!"
The other Sith just cackled and ignited his second blade.
"You think you can order me?", he continued laughing, "Who, in the Emperor's name, do you think you are?!"
"Stop that, brother! You are fooled and poisoned!", Yelram yelled, "You will leave me no other choice."
The troops aimed their rifles at Vowlet and awaited commands. Keltra pressed the children into the corner and stood in front of them as lightnings scattered the soldiers across the floor. Vowlet and Yelram charged at each other, clashed their blades and exchanged lightning bolts. Vowlet grabbed his rother by the throat and launched him at one of the pillars, suporting the ceiling. The man groaned and straightened his back to ease the pain.
"What are you doing, brother...", he said quietly before swinging his blade.
The lightsabers clashed again and again before the older man spun and slammed the floor, shattering it with a powerful Force wave. Yelram stublemd and dropped his guard, allowing Vowlet to fortunately just slightly burn his chest with the blade. He groaned and grabbed the wound with his free hand before Vowlet sent him into the wall. Yelram slid to the floor, barely remaining conscious. Vowlet then headed towards Keltra, who protectively ignited her saberstaff.
"Don't make another step!", she said with a trembling voice.
"I am the one who gives the orders here.", Vowlet spoke in a deep voice.
He was still not himself and whoever it was that poisoned him probably achieved the chaos they desired. Keltra glanced at Vera, Tsuna and Dorleac, whispering.
"Run if you can..."
She then charged and pushed her husband backwards and away from the children. He parried her strikes and tried to lay a hit, but she was too quick and managed to dodge. She knew she couldn't keep up with his natural strength, let alone in this state. Vowlet was swinging his blades madly with enormous power while his wife was quickly dodging the strikes , trying to either disarm or cripple him inbetween. Their lightsabers met again and the sparkles lit up their faces as each pressed forward. Vowlet pushed her down and lay his weight on the blades, forcing her to spin her saberstaff and lock it with his other blade. With a swift move she made him drop the first saber and pushed him backwards, gaining some distance to catch her breath. Her face was covered by an expression of pain, she looked like she was on the bring of breaking down.
"Don't make me do this, my love...", she whispered.
The man did not seem to recognize her, so he smirked and spoke in a cold tone.
"I will kill every single man in here. I had promised it myself a long time ago..."
Keltra's jaw dropped a little as he said that, but she had to protect her children, who were still terrified in the corner. She clenched her teeth and charged, swinging her blade at her husband. Vowlet brought his saber up and blocked the attack, keeping Keltra still on her place as he grinned and the smell of burned flesh filled his nostrils. His wife's eyes widened and a quiet gasp left her lips. She looked down to her chest, seeing the blade that had pierced he through her back. Vowlet was staring into her eyes, watching the life slowly leave them as she coughed and two strains of blood leaked from the corners of her mouth. The man waved his hand and the lightsaber, that had flown into his wife, turned off, floating over to his hand. He clasped them both to his belt and watched Keltra's body fall to the floor with a nub sound. Vowlet inhaled deeply as if enjoying the kill and looked towards Dorleac, who stepped in front of Vera and Tsuna. His father grinned and the boy rose his hands, sending alighting in his direction. The man did not bother mocing, instead he toot the weak bolt with his body, not even cringing. Dorleac did it again and again, finally managing to slightly electrocute Vowlet with the last shock. He laughed deeply and brought his hand up, building a ball of purple lightnings.
"Let me show you how it's do-"
"Don't you dare!", Yelram growled, having managed to get up, and ran into his brother, tackling him to the floor. The commander of the troops that had been out ran into the hall from the entrance along with yet another Sith.
"Get him, Commander!", the Sith said as they charged.
Without a second thought they jumped on top of Vowlet, trying to tame him.
"Calm the hell down, Vowlet!", the new Sith yelled and pinned the man's head to the floor.
Dorleac pressed both girls into the corner as the men were dealing with his father. Vowlet roared and sent the men flying across the room, grabbing Yelram by the shoulders and flipping them over, so he was on top. The other Sith and the Commander regained their balance, but before they got charge again, Vowlet drew his saber and brought it over his head, pointing towards Yelram's chest. The blade lit up both their faces, one mad with fury and the other frozen by fear. With a victorious scream, Vowlet grasped the hilt before a blue bolt blasted him right into the temple. His body fell unconscious to the floor and off his brother, his armor clanking. Yelram inhaled sharply, quickly getting up to his feet and looking around to see who fired. He saw Davrik dropping the rifle he held and stepping backwards while his body trembled.
"This better have been a stun shot...", he said as he held his chest.
"Good aim. You saved more than one life.", the unknown Sith said as he picked up Vowlet's large body, grunting due to his weight.
"Time to find out what happened, Isolus.", Yelram nodded to the man, carrying Vowlet before going to the children, "Come, it's alright."
He picked up Tsuna and Vera and motioned with his head for Dorleac and Davrik to follow him as he headed towards the infirmary.