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Post by gorzan on Feb 15, 2018 11:59:10 GMT -5
Padawan4687,IC: Neoplix Location: The Sinking Room, Tomb of Naga Sadow, Korriban Neoplix narrowed his eyes. His gear could theoretically be critical to not only his survival, but to the survival of the entire group. They clearly weren't well equipped, And would likely be paying the price. His armor, survival gear, and equipment, could mean the difference between life and death for these people. But at this point, his survival was critical, not the survival of the group. He needed to escape. With the press of a button, his armor detached, falling to the spikes below. His cloak he pushed through the grate, and then he followed, piece by piece, until he was laying on top of the grate, his form rapidly knitting itself back together. He grunted, standing, and donning his cloak. "At least my lightsaber can fit through the gaps," he muttered. At this point, he wasn't too happy with this group. "These caves are extremely treacherous, and designed to slow the travel of trespassing Jedi or Sith. How do you think I, a mere apprentice got this far?" He gestured to his armor below. "I wasn't entirely dependant on my inherent abilities. I used my mind, and thought ahead, utelizing tools. Perhaps you should do the same." He reached out with his mind, in an attempt to try to nudge them towards the idea of retrieving his armor. His skill as an apprentice meant that it would be very subtle, and virtually undetectable, due to it's weakness. Tags: Volshe, Darth Catalyst, Shira, Darth Dreadwar, Padawan4687,
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Post by trentongordon on Feb 15, 2018 18:10:04 GMT -5
IC: Reaper Location: Nar Shaddaa Reaper took note of what the droid had said and also of what Corvar had been given. As they walked and Corvar tried to strike up a conversation Reaper glanced at him. "What purpose does your face serve? To protect your brain and that which lies beneath. It is your identity. You decide for yourself if it serves any purpose other than to make me look "cool"" he put a bit of disgust into the word. He didn't like it when used to describe his mask. It was more than that. It was his identity. Tag: Darth Catalyst, darthkain7 |
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Post by darthkain7 on Feb 16, 2018 1:22:23 GMT -5
IC: Darth Kain Location: Nar Shaddaa Reaper was definitely touchy about his mask, something that Corvar would keep in mind for later. "Of course," he said. "We all wear a mask, anyway." It was something his adoptive father had taught him ever since he was young; no one laid everything out on the table. Everyone puts on a show for everyone else in the hopes that their darkest secrets remain hidden. It would appear that a few of Reaper's lied beneath that mask. TAGS: Darth Catalyst trentongordon TAGSET: Corbos |
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Post by trentongordon on Feb 16, 2018 19:08:35 GMT -5
IC: Reaper Location: Nar Shaddaa Reaper glanced at Corvar curiously. "So tell me about yourself Corvar. I've seen you fight and you aren't bad. You also know a power I don't where'd you learn it?" Tag: Darth Catalyst, darthkain7 |
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Post by Darth Voidwalker on Feb 16, 2018 20:49:00 GMT -5
IC: Nox Talus Post-Apocalyptic Palace, Theed, Naboo Nox was taken back by the words of the Empress. He knew this is not where he had been prior, this place was somewhere distant, yet it was such a familiar place that Nox felt welcomed and terrified simultaneously. The feelings of dread, uncertainty, righteousness, and fear all radiated of this man. Just like the Empress, Nox would also appear different. There was something different about this version of Nox Talus, he wasn’t the crazed mad man that was known to any other. The man that was before the Empress was a well groomed, proper looking gentleman. His hood was drawn back, his robes were fashioned and kept up, his beard nice and trimmed. This man had the regal look of a proud Jedi Knight. He spoke to the Empress in a voice of uncertainty and fear. “Empress Volshe, what are you doing here? How did you get here? I have so many questions to ask of if you.” With a feeling if darkness and uneasy falling over Nox, his face reflected the feelings within himself. The next time he addressed the Empress the tone of fear had grown to horror and panic. “Empress you have to leave now. He’s coming. If he sees you then, you’ll be in danger. I swore to protect people and you with my life, but I’m not confident that I can protect you from him. Please Empress leave now!” As Nox pleaded to the Empress to leave the place they were in, in walked a man that seemed to radiate with darkness. For the most part the new comer looked like Nox, however there was something more twisted to this individual. This man had eyes as black as the abyss, his beard was wild and unruly, his physical features seemed to be warped and distorted. When he spoke, his voice sounded void of any sort of emotion. It was as if he wasn’t truly a person. His mere presence seemed to be cold and blazing at the same time. It was if he was dead and lively at the same time, a true walking negative of time an space. In his cold voice he spoke directly to Empress Volshe, completely ignoring Nox Talus and any others that were present. “Empress Volshe, how fitting it is that you’re here, yet we’re nowhere of importance. Let’s skip the pleasantries shall we? I know who you are and before you ask let me introduce myself, I am Sulat Xon. It is interesting that you’re here, the real question is why? We all know that you have no interest in this babbling whelp that cowers before you. So tell me, why are you really here?” This new man stepped closer to the Empress, and with a cunning sly like smile he leaned down close to the Empress. He spoke in such a low tone that it was almost a whisper, meant only for the ears of Volshe. “I don’t know what your purpose here is but remember I know the truth, and now you’re in my world, I make the rules here. If need be I will kill that pathetic excuse of a man that stands there, remember that. Now where were we?” TAG: Darth Dreadwar Volshe |
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Post by Darth Voidwalker on Feb 18, 2018 16:32:48 GMT -5
IC: Voidwalker Hold of the Artificer, Federation checkpoint As soon as Karina had finished speaking, Voidwalker was ready to make a move to end the lives of these two troopers. Voidwalker slid his hand up Karina’s leg and around her thigh to were he could grab the lightsaber that Karina was concealing. Obviously Karina was trying to avoid getting into a physical altercation with the troops, and Draven recognized this. Trying to follow up with her lie he calmly spoke to the trooper. “What is with all the hostility here? We have no artifacts here. What would cause you to think as such? As my dearest here said I’m but an engineer.” How could he have known there was an artifact on board? Did the lure of the dark side call out to him? Or perhaps Garn reached out telepathically? No that doesn’t make much sense, he has just as much to lose here. Then again he is the type to only care for himself. Puzzling indeed. If this does go bad, I only hope Karina trusts me. Wait a minute, we’re smarter than these two Troopers, I got Garn to get me here, surly we can talk our way out of this. Garn...that’s it!Voidwalker ran his right hand down Karina’s chest, cupping her breast. As if to accent her voluptuous silhouetted breast before finishing moving his hand down and gently moving his hand from the top of her inner thigh, before letting his hand stop adjacent on her right hip from the left. “Now gentlemen as you can clearly see, I have this beautiful half naked, aroused, and very willing woman in my lap. I’m sure that we can come to some sort of arrangement that can get us all on our way, and completely satisfied at that I might add.” Voidwalker held up a hand as to pause either trooper from speaking before he had a chance to finish his sales pitch. “I know she might look a little rough around the edges, but believe me she is a fierce one. Might I add, she’s very good at being very, very bad. So what do you say? You fellas get off and let us pass, and we’ll be on our way to getting back to getting...well I’m sure you see what I’m trying to get at. I assure you two that this sort of offer doesn’t just come around every day. This is one of the most beautiful women in the cosmos, and I’m willing to let you both spend some time with her. So, do we have a deal?” Voidwalker sat back a little more relaxed, as if a great weight had been lifted from him. He slouched just a bit with a half cocked smile smeared across his face as he waited for the Troopers to respond to the once in a lifetime offer that he had just presented them. No doubt Voidwalker had no real intentions of forcing Karina to go through with the offer that she had no say in. Draven knew that a resource was a resource to be used as possible. If Karina decided to not go along with the ploy and the situation became more complicated, then Draven knew that he would stand next to his allies and fight by their side. Half naked or clothed, I still need her for now.TAG: Darth Dreadwar kurtishenschel |
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Post by Lord Vassago on Feb 19, 2018 21:01:51 GMT -5
IC: Darth VassagoAboard The Triumphant , secondary bridge.The bridge stood silent. The room was completely obliterated, along with each of the remaining cultists. All that remained were smoldering corpses, swirls of smoke coming off the charred remains, and the pungent odor of death and fire. Sparks from the ceilings and wall panels danced across the floor, lending some flickers of light to the dismal area. Darth Vassago stood untouched, unchanged. If not for his mastery of Tutaminis, shielding himself from the powerful blast, he would have been incinerated with the rest of the bridge. A heavy sigh slipped from his lips, his eyelids fell closed, and he felt a small sense of relief wash over him. He took a moment to pause and gather himself, knowing that the cultist threat was behind him and, at last, the vessel could freely travel to the intended destination of Nilrebmah. To Darth Dreadwar. “ Halt, identify yourself!” A voice broke Vassago’s moment of relaxation and caused his ears to perk up, his head turning slightly to the sound. From within his dark cowl he peered over his right shoulder and his gaze fell on a blue-skinned Chiss Officer in an Imperial Navy uniform, a detail of Stormtroopers at his back. The Dark Lord’s gaze pierced into the ruby-red eyes of the Chiss and he slowly turned to face the Officer and the troops that flanked him. Rather than throwing the Force out or igniting his blade to cut down the small detail, the Dark Lord maintained his composure, making note of the Chiss’ rank, denoted on his chest. “ Lower your weapon, Captain,” Vassago gestured subtly with his hand, “there’s no need to make more of a mess of things.” The Dark Lord responded cooly, his voice carrying a measure of authority to it. “ You stand before Darth Vassago, Lord of the Sith,” he continued with a subtle nod of his hooded head, “ and you will take me to he who oversees this vessel.” Darth Vassago stood with his shoulders squared, looking down at the Chiss Imperial Captain before him, one of his hands firmly on the wooden staff, while the other calmly rested on the hilt of his lightsaber. He didn’t anticipate the situation going awry, however…the vessel had been less than welcoming since his arrival. He would not be taking any chances. TAG Darth Dreadwar Volshe Shira , rest of the Triumphant tag.
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Post by Darth Dreadwar on Feb 20, 2018 15:25:41 GMT -5
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IC: UnknownEldritch tunnel, Beyond ShadowsThe summoned darklight illuminated a three-way fork nearly a hundred meters down the tunnel. At the end of each there appeared to be a door, yet as one approached, one would realise that within the frame of each archway there was only the strange, reflective blackness that comprised the caliginous material of the walls. The voice returned, laughter bubbling under its spectral surface. "Sith?" Another chuckle. "You do not have crimson skin, nor the beard of flesh. A very strange Sith." There was a brief gust of wind through the tunnel, coming from behind Ramage and tugging on his cloak, the black fabric spinning into a tendril pointing at each seemingly faux doorway before the wind, smelling strongly of cinder and smoke, suddenly slackened. "The goddess of fire and destruction need not reveal her name to a mortal. A woman has a right to her secrets, after all." That chuckle came again. "But I may reveal the past... present... or even, the future. You must choose, and choose wisely, for once you have chosen you shall be deeper within the shadows than you have ever been - and the way is shut." The voice paused, letting her ominous words be absorbed, before continuing. "The doorway on the left shall show you things that once were, great secrets of the galaxy kept concealed from mortal eyes by ruinous powers beyond your ken. The doorway in the centre shall show you things that are, the manipulations and orchestrations of eldritch entities who even your shepherd feared. The doorway on the right shall show you what shall become of the galaxy... when you are released, to the laughter of thirsting gods." TAG: darthramage
IC: Federation agentHold of the Artificer , Federation checkpointThe uniformed agent's blaster was unwavering as Karina and Draven both attempted to sway him. Pitiful - and disgusting. "Get that down, remember that," the agent said, inclining his head towards his partner but not letting his eyes slip off the two artifact smugglers. "Attempted bribery of a Federation officer, making false statements and obstruction of justice." He smiled calmly. And then, his finger around the trigger moved to the side of his weapon, and flicked a switch. The hold was bathed in golden effulgence as the searing blade of plasmic fire sprang into life with a distinctive snap-hiss.  "Certainly, Master Jedi," the second agent said, still training his own weapon on Garn Tarcrulus. The first agent's smile grew, confident the two smugglers would now realise deception - and resistance - to be futile. But in order to activate his lightsaber-blaster, his finger had left the trigger, leaving a split-second for Voidwalker to move out of the line of fire as the Jedi Shadow's finger left the ignition switch to return to the trigger... TAG: Darth Voidwalker , kurtishenschel
IC: Darth ApollyonEntering the roughly hewn passageway, Tomb of Naga Sadow, KorribanJania's refusal to obey Apollyon's instruction indicated the neophyte had still learned exactly nothing from her brush with death, but Apollyon was a far more forgiving Sith than Viscretus, and to be fair, Kio's appeal to Apollyon's skill and mastery was an adept little piece of suasion and so, as one might award a child victory for playing a game well, Zelashiel would reward Kio's small politic. It is better than swearing at a Sith Master.
As for the newly liberated Gen'Dai... His attempt at mental trickery was too subtle for Apollyon to detect, but it certainly had no effect on one so much more powerful. "How you got so far, monster," Apollyon snapped, impatience at the group's sluggish pace hardening the caramel of her usual smooth tone, "is being lucky enough to be born Gen'Dai. Do not presume to lecture me." And with that, Apollyon proceeded into the small, roughly hewn passageway, stooping beneath a jagged rock two meters in and then having to briefly shuffle sideways through a particularly narrow portion four meters in. The effect somewhat ruined her attempt at dramatically storming off. "Jania, follow," she called back through the passageway. "And you too, Robyn, since I doubt you want to be left with the crazy serial killer sisters. And all of you slowpokes! Get in here, or so help me Emperor, I will cut your kriffing limbs off! Not you, don't worry, Xirr... You're fast for someone so... built." Apollyon's voice grew fainter to those lingering behind her as she continued deeper into the passage, her torch illuminating the way. If they did not make haste to follow her, they would be left without light in the pitch blackness of the sinking room. As she continued, the walls and ceiling got even rougher, the floor beginning to incline upwards in an increasingly steeper ascent. She noticed a terrible stale smell that was only getting stronger as she walked. As she rounded a curve, Apollyon stumbled on something that was on the floor, and almost fell. She shone the torch down at her feet and saw that she had tripped over a person who was slumped on the floor. Zelashiel looked a little closer and got a sick feeling in her stomach, sinking as surely as the room she had just left. Maggots were wriggling out of the person's skin. She had tripped on a worm-infested, decayed corpse. She couldn't take her eyes off the grisly remains. Leather-like skin studded with vermin hugged the arm and leg bones that were sticking out of the ragged clothes. She had tripped specifically on the skull, and had unintentionally kicked it across the floor. The jawbone remained at Apollyon's feet, bearing strange bumps that perhaps implied its owner had not been entirely human; Apollyon knew enough of anatomy from her time as a palaeontologist that she suspected these bumps represented anchors for something, perhaps for muscular tendrils or other soft tissue that had rotten away. She watched in horror as the rest of the skull bumped noisily along the uneven stones of the corridor and landed upside down. It looked like a broken cup filled with writhing worms, a few feet away; the hollow eye sockets seemed to stare at her. Apollyon's stop was so abrupt that there was a possibility Jania would bump into her from behind, if she had followed Apollyon's tail as exactly as she had said. But the passageway was so narrow that Jania, and any others following, would not see the cause of the stop without peeking around Apollyon; they would all, however, have heard the noise. TAG: Shira , Darth Catalyst , dice , Padawan4687 , gorzan , Volshe , @lordjania
IC: Darth DreadwarImperial Medbay, Sith Temple, KorribanAs distasteful as Coatlec's recitation was, being a clear attempt at imitating the example of Dreadwar's infamous saying, the Emperor found he could not disagree. Coatlec did have much to learn. Yet for one who had developed a mantra about it, Coatlec certainly displayed certain difficulties in learning. It was Dreadwar's hope that this lesson would change that. Zhav'vorsa approached. The brute's blade whistled as the air ran through the notches of its pommel. Haunting. Taunting. If Dreadwar had lips, they would have twisted in a smirk to match the warlord's own. But the empty hood remained as expressionless as ever, as the Dathomirian Sith roared and attacked. The Emperor neatly sidestepped, causing the howling blade to miss his thigh, but the skillful angle from which Zhav'vorsa struck nonetheless resulted in the great sword impacting Dreadwar's abdomen. The Emperor wore an alchemically reinforced breastplate beneath his robes, and so the blade did not slash open the undead flesh of the phantom beneath, but the sheer strength with which Zhav'vorsa swung knocked the Emperor off his feet, the old wraith toppling first against the frame of the bed behind him, before rolling to an ungainly halt on his back. "Stop!" The Emperor hissed fearfully, his gauntleted hands outstretched towards the warlord in a plaintive gesture of surrender. "I submit! You win!" TAG: Lord Vassago , Sedriss Nathemus the Conqueror
IC: Captain GederpThe Triumphant , en route to the Nihil RetreatA Sith Lord? Gederp frowned. The New Galactic Empire had a history of Sith affiliation; when Darth Krayt had led the New Sith Order from Korriban, he had formed an alliance with Emperor Roan Fel which had ultimately been another case of dark deception, resulting in Krayt taking the throne for himself. But even after Krayt's fall, and the reorganisation of the Empire into one third of a Galactic Federation Triumvirate, the Sith had lingered on the fringes, seeking purchase in political parties sympathetic to their cause. Under Empress Volshe, the Sith had been welcomed back, comprising her elite Shadow Guard - and more. It was truly a testament to Volshe's political savvy and power of diplomacy that Sith had joined her Imperial Knights alongside Jedi, but then, such unlikely cooperation could be expected when darker threats were emerging from the Unknown Regions - darker threats Gederp, as a Chiss, was more familiar with than most, darker threats like Darth Dreadwar, whose appearance in known space had occurred in the waning months of Volshe's grip on Imperial power. When the Fel dynasty had been restored, the acolytes of darkness Volshe had courted had fallen away, to the best of Gederp's knowledge, returning to Korriban and joining the other Sith Dreadwar had united beneath him to form a new, explicitly Sith Empire in opposition to the Federation. Clearly this Sith, if he did not know who oversaw the Triumphant, was not one of the vanished Empress' Knights. But it was clear this man was not hostile, or at least, he was hostile to the Imperials' enemies. And so Gederp lowered his weapon, and gestured at his troopers to do the same. "Very well, Lord Vassago," the Captain nodded stiffly, still holding his blaster in a clear signal for the Sith to not try any funny business - not that he could stop him anyway, Gederp suspected. "Follow me. I shall take you to our commander, the Lady Shira A'dola." Gederp turned, signalling his detail to follow, and made his way through a labyrinth of turbolifts, passageways and railjets back to the tertiary hangar. It did not take long to follow the commotion, or the pile of Technobeast remains, from the tertiary hangar to the passageway in which Lady A'dola, Lady Tano and-- Gederp stopped. It was impossible. But Lady A'dola seemed to accept the impossible, and Gederp trusted in her sorcerous ways; she was a Jedi, or thereabouts, and so could surely sense the truth of the impossible interloper's identity, as much as Gederp would have otherwise assumed this was some trick of holoimagery. Empress Volshe. Standing right there, with Imperial Knights flanking her; Knights Gregias, Slargonax and Qazoi, Gederp recognised from their service at Chandrila. To say the reappearance of the Empress who had vanished four years ago at the end of the Federation Civil War, presumed dead, was a surprise... Well, that was an understatement. Then again, Gederp's survival would surely come as a surprise to Lady A'dola. Gederp called aloud, so as to not surprise the Empress as he approached from behind. "Hail, my Empress!" The Captain of the Triumphant instantly fell to one knee, genuflecting, trusting that the combined power of the Empress, her Hand, her Sword and her Knights would be enough to contain Vassago if the supposed Sith Lord turned hostile. TAG: Volshe , Shira , Padawan4687 , possibly Darth Voidwalker
IC: Ermir MarcusMurder scene, Sith Temple, KorribanArcane reached for it slowly... and his hand went through the hole, and captured nothing. The light was not emanating from an item. If one held one's eye to the hole, one would see the crimson glow was emanating from the chemical flame of a sconce, set on a cold, grey wall of smooth stone five meters opposite the hole. There was an entire corridor beyond the hole, beyond the rockwall the workers had been chipping at, lit faintly by a row of crimson sconces. The workers had discovered something beneath the Temple. An entire passageway, at least. But perhaps something much, much more. "Do not call me Ermir," the Sith Master hissed in Arcane's ear, leaning down to see through the unintentionally formed peephole the murderer's pickaxe had created. "That is Master Marcus to you." He straightened. "And yes, as I already told you, I saw. Some sort of ancient passageway, subterranean catacombs we never knew existed below this Temple. Since you artfully dodged my question about the murder, allow me to solve it for you." Ermir crossed his arms. "Whatever that corridor beyond is, it leads to something dark. Dark and powerful. You can sense it in the air, the dark side bleeding from that hole. The Sith Archives are littered with stories of slaves and workmen going mad in the Valley of the Dark Lords, turning feral under the aura of the tombs they excavate. I have no doubt this is the fate the workman suffered, causing him to murder his colleagues. And if we are not careful, if we are not strong-willed, it could happen to us too." Ermir unfolded his arms, tapping thumb and forefinger together impatiently as he began pacing back and forth between the corpses. "But I am determined not to report this to any superior. That corridor could lead to a never-before-opened tomb. I know you are new here, Arcane, but I will tell you this; great Dark Lords of past days, such as Exar Kun, ascended to power thanks to Sith treasures discovered in ancient tombs. Since his day, nearly every vault, sept and crypt on Korriban has been looted. Darth Bane ventured into the Valley a thousand years ago, and discovered nothing. No spirits. No artifacts. No power." Marcus clenched his hand in a fist. "We cannot tell anyone about this; a Sith does not share power unless they have to! We must... secretly acquire some mining equipment, or devise some other means of knocking down this wall of rock and getting through to the passage on the other side. For if this is truly a sealed Sith tomb, we may both become the most powerful Sith in the Empire simply by dint of luck and discovery. The next Exar Kun, the next Ulic Qel-Droma." TAG: Arcane |
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Post by Arcane on Feb 20, 2018 20:46:40 GMT -5
IC: Arcane Murder scene, Sith Temple, Korriban Arcane lifted his eyes to Ermir. "If you wish to be all powerful, why need me? Why would you want to share that power with the likes of me?" He took another look into the tomb. His eyes seemed to want to reach further than ever. Almost straining. His scarred eye stinging again, though now he had almost gotten used to it. "And the emperor," He began, while still looking through the crack in the wall. "He wanted me to find out what had happened here. Surely he must know of this place. He is waiting for me to return with my findings." He turned to Ermir. "I would not lie to the emperor." There was a pause. "You were waiting here. You had already found this place. You needed help? Or were you caught in the wrong place at the wrong time, Sir Marcus?" His last words were spun with attitude. He knew he could not beat his teacher in battle, he would not try. The bit of attitude that oozed from his lips felt as if it was forced out of him. He felt it. He knew he should leave and collect his thoughts. "I must go Master Marcus." He mumbled as he stepped by hastily towards the halls. "I must go to my room to think." TAG: Darth Dreadwar |
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Post by gorzan on Feb 21, 2018 1:45:24 GMT -5
IC: Neoplix Location:Entering the roughly hewn passageway, Tomb of Naga Sadow, Korriban Neoplix pulled himself the rest of the way together, and began jogging after Apollyon. He sighed as he went. He had a reasonable amount of experience with these Sith Lords, and as far as he knew, their pride had no limit. He knew he would have to allow them to take the lead on this one if he wanted to survive, and make it out of these accursed tombs. The real question was, how to respond? Should he allow them to take the forefront, fading into the background in order to survive? Should he try to impress them, in order to appear valuable and show his potential for a future apprentice? Or should he flatter them subtly, allowing them to take the lead and hopefully gaining there trust? From here on out, he would be playing it by ear, until he had enough information to make a decision on what to do. He came to a stop upon seeing the body. "Interesting. Maggots." He knelt then, observing the maggots, glancing over them, and trying to see what kind of creature they were. "Do you think.... did these maggots kill them? Or did they get here afterwards, infesting the dead bodies? If they infested the bodies afterward, how did the insects survive all this time without food?" He kept his distance, not getting too close. He was extremely cautious without his armor, which he was still at least semi-pissed about loosing. He wasn't taking any risks, knowing how dangerous these catacombs were. Tags: Darth Dreadwar, Shira, @volshe, Volshe, |
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Post by Darth Catalyst on Feb 21, 2018 12:32:43 GMT -5
IC Lord Catalyst Beneath Sadow's tomb
Catalyst kept his mouth shut as Apollyon shot him a final coy warning. It didn’t stop the snide comment from percolating in his mind though. Perhaps the Emperor’s hand is being misused then. Mercifully, he was able to keep it to himself and he directed his attention to the Gen’dai, who was complaining about the loss of his armor. Apollyon’s response mirrored what he would have said, were he so inclined to speak. "How you got so far, monster is being lucky enough to be born Gen'Dai. Do not presume to lecture me." His face once again broke into a grin and he fell into step behind her after returning Xirr’s nod. A twist he did not expect to be sure, but Xirr was proving to be more of a comrade than Catalyst initially expected. Another thought invaded his mind, one distinctly different from his own internal voice. It didn’t actually offer him anything useful, but he could still pinpoint its origin: the Gen’dai. Great, it’s going to be Coatlec all over again, except this one won’t die. "Jania, follow," Apollyon interrupted his thoughts again. "And you too, Robyn, since I doubt you want to be left with the crazy serial killer sisters. And all of you slowpokes! Get in here, or so help me Emperor, I will cut your kriffing limbs off! Not you, don't worry, Xirr... You're fast for someone so... built." Catalyst cocked his head a little at that one. Was she deliberately calling out Xirr’s physique in an attempt to get a jealous reaction? Catalyst’s grin turned devious. Two can play at that game, Lady Apollyon.
Their descent into the cave remained uneventful for the most part, until Apollyon tripped over something on the ground. Those new eyes are doing you well aren’t they my Lady? Catalyst so desperately wanted to speak his mind, to knock her down another peg, but he had to play this game with caution. He couldn’t jab too hard, lest he pushed her away and his goals were rendered to nothing but a passing fantasy. He looked past Apollyon, observing the debris that impeded their adventure. A corpse. A rotting corpse, filled with maggots and other vermin. "Interesting. Maggots." The Gen’Dai apparently felt he needed to weigh in on the situation. "Do you think.... did these maggots kill them? Or did they get here afterwards, infesting the dead bodies? If they infested the bodies afterward, how did the insects survive all this time without food?"
Catalyst didn’t bother to suppress his eye roll this time. He knew what the corpse was. The bone spurs on the forehead seeming to form an angry scowl and ridges on the jawline gave it away. This was a dead Sith. The fact that there were maggots here and there was still flesh on the bone indicated it had not been here long, months at best. This passage was not as hidden as Apollyon had originally thought apparently. “We could ask you the same questions, Gen’Dai, but we wouldn’t want to look like fools in doing so,” Catalyst sneered. “The maggots have obviously been feeding on the corpse. His posture suggests he died of starvation after getting farther than yourself in these tunnels and ultimately giving up from exhaustion.” He looked further down the passage, trying to observe what he could by torchlight. “It’s likely the flies got here afterwards. There are obviously multiple entrances and exits to these cave systems. We’re likely close to one now.” He addressed everyone in the passage collectively. “We move onward. This poor soul can’t tell us much.”
TAG: Darth Dreadwar , Volshe , Shira , dice , gorzan , Padawan4687 , @lordjania
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Post by Darth Catalyst on Feb 21, 2018 14:20:49 GMT -5
IC Darth Nostrem Beneath the Citadel, Dromund Kaas
Nostrem’s spirit mercifully stayed silent after Solus extended his comforting words to Deleritas. Both Sith would still feel his presence still lingering around them though, but thankfully his torment of Deleritas seemed momentarily abated by Solus’s words. A blast of dry heat greeted them as the stone door ascended upward, the room quickly growing more and more intolerable. As Deleritas peered into the darkness beyond the open door and switched on his infrared sensors, his eyes would be assaulted by a wave of red. It seemed the rising temperature was not wholly psychosomatic. The floor of the squared room glowed before his eyes, with white heat flaring up from beneath the floor and up along the walls dimming to a fainter red as he followed the floor. It seemed the middlemost point was the coolest, though even that would register at an uncomfortable level. A detail that would readily stand out to Deleritas was a lack of doors or any other sort of ventilation for the heat that seemed to be rising from below the room.
Solus, now having the science of reactivating door panels figured out, would have no trouble accessing the door on the other side of the room. Beyond the portal, stale but refreshingly cool air kissed his exposed skin, though it was quickly cancelled out by the heat pouring from behind him. Unfortunately, the dark room looked almost identical to the room they had been sealed in, save for a lack of doors.
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Post by Darth Catalyst on Feb 21, 2018 20:06:57 GMT -5
IC Kubjo the Hutt Kubjo's Space Station, Nar ShaddaaWhen the lift reached the level where Kubjo kept his lounge, the Hutt went his own way and left the two men to their conversation, taking his protocol droid with him. Their conversation went uninterrupted for several minutes before D-3PO returned to them in his usual excited manner. “Mister Reaper, Mister Corvar,” he addressed each of them, “I am delighted to inform you that your shuttle is ready and Mighty Kubjo has chosen who will be chauffeuring you to your destinations! If you will please accompany me to the hangar, we shall ensure that everything is adequate for your travels.” The silver droid led the way to Kubjo’s hangar, talking almost the entire time. “I do hope your adventures are safe. I have grown quite fond of the both of you, although Mister Reaper, you do scare me just a bit. You’d be much more personable if you did not wear that mask everywhere. Although I suppose as a gladiator and now a business associate of Mighty Kubjo you don’t need to be very personable. This is then the perfect opportunity for you to continue being scary and difficult to approach! I do think I like Mister Corvar more though, no offense intended. For a warrior, he carries himself with more charisma and charm. That will make the both of you an excellent team! Mister Corvar can negotiate and Mister Reaper can look threatening! And if that fails then you can eliminate the poor meatbag that dares oppose you! Oh dear, did I just say that out loud? I’m terribly sorry, please keep that remark between the three of us. Mighty Kubjo disdains when I use the term ‘meatbag’ because he deems organics far superior to droids. His ascertainment is incorrect, of course, as droids often possess far superior processing power and enhanced strength. Mighty Kubjo disagrees and points to his almighty Force power as what sets organics above droids. Oh look we’re here!” The lift opened and the occupants were greeted by a fairly bustling hangar bay. A variety of different beings and ships ranging from short range Starfighters to large bulk transports were nestled in various bays and racks. Near the furthest right wall, Kubjo stood waiting next to a YV-666 light freighter. Upon noticing Reaper and Corvar, he spread his arms wide in a friendly gesture. “ Gi Shatta Gasha!” he called to them. " Kuba, kayaba dee anko. U bosko de pankpa? Wata! Cheska lopey x'hoo pumba? La yama beestoo."  "Mighty Kubjo says that any amenities you may require have been accounted for and are present on this ship," D-3PO translated. "Mister Reaper, you'll find your TIE Hunter is in the onboard hangar bay. There are luxurious staterooms prepared for each of you, complete with Hutt size beds and a fully stocked food compliment. As a bonus, I will be accompanying you on this journey! I've downloaded the necessary programming to effectively pilot this ship and will no doubt be an asset if we are faced with any inquisitive authorities." He waved his arms excitedly. "Oh this will be a treat! I really had you going didn't I? I'm sure you expected some slave pilot but instead Kubjo honors you with my service! A very kind gesture indeed! Come! Let me give you a tour of the ship before we depart!" D-3PO hurried up the boarding ramp, waving for Reaper and Corvar to follow him. TAG: trentongordon, darthkain7,
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Post by trentongordon on Feb 21, 2018 20:50:10 GMT -5
IC: Reaper Location: Hangar's, Nar Shaddaa Reaper groaned to himself and put on a fake tone of joy. Following the robot he inspected the ship and was glad they hadn't forgotten his TIE. That'd be great for sneaking into the Jedi Temple, depending on which one that is. "Great glad you'll be our pilot. That means if we start crashing I'll blame you and simply get rid of you myself." His voice turned cold as he finished the sentence and the open threat hung in the air as if everyone knew the threat was much more. A promise perhaps. "So Corvar. Where to first? The mines or the temple." His mind wandered to the past but he quickly shut it down. He'd save that for meditating on later when alone. "I particularly don't like either. The mines could be trapped very easily but walking into the Jedi Temple is very nearly suicide for either of us. Unless you can Force Cloak very well. Then again my force push and your pyrokinesis together could be a great weapon. I'll explain it on the journey to our destination how." Tag: darthkain7, Darth Catalyst |
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Post by darthkain7 on Feb 21, 2018 23:10:55 GMT -5
IC: Darth Kain Location: Nar Shaddaa Corvar wasn't willing to be so hard on the droid. While true, the droid's constant prattling was easily tiresome, that also meant it was more likely to give valuable information, something Corvar was in desperate need of. After all, knowledge is a component in the formula for power. In every sense of the word. To be honest, he was surprised that Kubjo would send his protocol droid along with them. Perhaps he had a backup, in case he had other dealings with non-Huttese speakers in the time it took for the ancient Jedi sword to be retrieved. However, a protocol droid would indeed be very useful in case the dark duo ran into any need of translation. Pertaining to Reaper, Corvar replied, "There's more opportunities for failure in the Jedi Temple. Death, arrest... We should probably go to the mines first, as much as I hate to say. At least there death will be the only means of failure, and I think we've both shown that we're adept at avoiding death's grasp." TAGS: Darth Catalyst trentongordon TAGSET: Corbos |
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Post by Sedriss Nathemus the Conqueror on Feb 22, 2018 15:50:05 GMT -5
IC: Darth Coatlec
Location: Medbay, Korriban
Coatlec looked on as the large, brutish Warlord violently swung his blade. It moved through the air with an eerie, haunting whistle. There was nothing to be said at the moment, for the Emperor's lesson was at hand. He's going to take this hit, but why? I'm sure he has safeguards, given his intellect. I must figure out what is to be gained from loss. Zhav'vorsa's attack was swift. The Emperor sidestepped slightly, but it mattered not. He was so fast that the blade connected with Dreadwar's abdomen. The brute force of the blow was enough to knock the ancient wraith off his feet, onto the bed first, and finally onto the floor first. Interesting. He did not put any effort at all into defending himself. There was no defense. There was no counter-attack. There was no retaliation. There was only a cry of defeat and submission. "Stop!" Dreadwar said with a fearful hiss. "I submit! You win!" Dreadwar surrendered. I knew it. He was teaching me to lose. "My Emperor," Coatlec said respectfully. "Are you alright? I believe I understand the lesson. You are teaching me to lose when outmatched. It shall be an invaluable lesson to me as up to this point, I obviously do not know how to do it. It has to be a pride thing. I, moving forward, will learn to swallow my pride and lose when I must." This is going to be difficult. I have always found taking instructions very easy, but this is entirely different. I've always been taught to win, but losing must come as well. Interesting, my future shall be.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 22, 2018 19:11:43 GMT -5
IC: Jania Kio Location: Roughly Hewn Passageway, Tomb of Naga Sadow Jania would watch the others talk amongst each other before she could feel a slightly confused feeling coming from Apollyon. She could feel the slight pity the woman still looked upon her with but there was something else there as well. It felt like suspicion but Jania was quick to write this off again. If the woman had been suspicious of anything about Jania why not just kill her off and settle it that way? She figured in Apollyon’s eyes, she was a harmless acolyte so if she was suspicious, just killing an acolyte wouldn’t have had any real effect. Especially an acolyte without an apparent Master to serve anymore. Her focus would be brought back to the now when she heard herself being ordered to follow behind Apollyon with Robyn directly behind her. Simply putting her thoughts aside for now she made her way into the passageway before realizing how small she had to crouch down to move. Walking for a little she would hear a weird sound ahead of her but couldn’t make out what it was before she found herself bumping into the back of Apollyon. Taking a moment to get herself together she would then poke the woman on the shoulder she wondered why they stopped moving. “My Lord why have we stopped moving? We can’t stay crouched like this forever!” She would complain before waiting to be answered. Tag: Darth Dreadwar, Volshe, Shira, Darth Catalyst, Padawan4687, dice, gorzan |
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Post by Shira on Feb 22, 2018 19:12:15 GMT -5
IC: Shira A’dolaThe Triumphant, hyperspace, en route to the Nihil RetreatBoot-steps clicked on the durasteel flooring behind the assembled party and Shira cast about warily for recognizable life signs. The smoke-grey of Vassago entered her awareness and she relaxed, nudging Sabba gently to redirect the young woman towards her Master. A second presence among a group of officers sparked shocked recognition; she whirled in astonishment as Gederp rounded the corner. "Hail, my Empress!" The group knelt in awe, with the exception of the hooded figure, heads bent in fervent veneration to their lost Empress. Shira strode towards them, footsteps silent and bade the group stand. “She is elsewhere,” she murmured softly, noting the absent blankness of the Empress’ glasz eyes. She nodded towards the senseless form of Nox. “This one attacked her Sword; he is being dealt with. It's good to see you, Gederp,” she smiled gently. "Many were lost and I feared you were one of them."Curious green eyes turned to study Vassago, caution shadowing her irises as she nodded to him. She had a multitude of questions for him, but now was not the time. Force knew it would be a long journey with plenty of opportunities for later questioning. TAG: Lord Vassago, Darth Dreadwar, Darth Voidwalker, Sedriss Nathemus the Conqueror, Padawan4687, Volshe
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Post by Shira on Feb 22, 2018 19:50:46 GMT -5
IC: The Twins
Passageway, Beneath the Tomb of Naga Sadow, Korriban
"...and you too, Robyn, since I doubt you want to be left with the crazy serial killer sisters.” Kevala’s grin was quieter mirror of Scionica’s snicker, two two women smirking at the pink-skinned girl as they walked past her, one of Kevala’s silver eyes twitching in a wink.
“Only one of us is crazy, but I assure you that I’m enough to make up for the both of us!” Scionica’s whisper lingered as she walked past Robyn. The corridor was to narrow to accommodate more than one person at a time so they joined the single-file line trickling into the roughly-hewn stone that surrounded them. Yet, as despite having been in the corridor for no more than a few seconds - so short a time that not even the full party had entered the space - they suddenly stopped, the sound of something skidding across the stone echoing loudly in their ears. "Interesting. Maggots. Do you think.... did these maggots kill them? Or did they get here afterwards, infesting the dead bodies? If they infested the bodies afterward, how did the insects survive all this time without food?" Scoffing laughter erupted from Scionica as Kevala contented herself with a disbelieving roll of the eyes. Their mocking seemed to be reflected in Catalyst’s thoughts. “We could ask you the same questions, Gen’Dai, but we wouldn’t want to look like fools in doing so,” the man sneered. “The maggots have obviously been feeding on the corpse. His posture suggests he died of starvation after getting farther than yourself in these tunnels and ultimately giving up from exhaustion.” Caution replaced Kevala’s derision and she exchanged a look with her sister. “We move onward. This poor soul can’t tell us much.”
“I think that’s a bad idea.” Such ordeals amongst strangers had a habit of destroying previous cautions and Kevala’s voice was firm. “You’ve barely glanced at that corpse. You’ve not searched for wounds or even the area surrounding us. Have none of you learned any lessons here? I’m sure the statue in the previous room was sedentary, as well. Nothing is as it seems here. I’d rather take too much time ensuring our safety then so easily dismissing what could very well be a warning sign. If none of you can stomach a little gore, Scionica and I will examine the body ourselves.”These people were Sith, for the gods’ sake! When did a little bit of rot and maggots turn the stomach of a religion so violent? TAG: gorzan , Darth Dreadwar , Darth Catalyst , @lordjania , Volshe , Padawan4687 , dice
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Post by Padawan4687 on Feb 22, 2018 23:06:19 GMT -5
IC: Robyn Shaire
Location: Entering the roughly hewn passageway, Tomb of Naga Sadow, KorribanIt was a very good thing Robyn had been pulled from a class instead of mealtime into this tomb... otherwise, Robyn probably would have lost her food looking at the alien pushing its way through the grate. Then again, Lady Apollyon and her "calamari" might have been a close second. "Jania, follow," Apollyon interrupted her thoughts, and Robyn looked up in time to catch her own name. "And you too, Robyn, since I doubt you want to be left with the crazy serial killer sisters." She resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Frankly, staring down a rancor sounded much better than being left along with almost any of these Sith! "...And all of you slowpokes! Get in here, or so help me Emperor, I will cut your kriffing limbs off!" By that point, Robyn tuned out the rest and began to walk. Getting away from the spikes was more important to her than listening to... whatever weird flirty game that was. Speaking of weird and flirty... “Only one of us is crazy, but I assure you that I’m enough to make up for the both of us!” Scionica's grin was wild, and Robyn set her own lip and didn't give her a reaction. Both of the assassin twins were nuts as far as she was concerned! She hurried ahead, just behind the recovered Jania until a strange smell got her attention. Soon enough, she was ducking back into her cloak for a filter and the source was found. She'd been handling a "fresh" corpse just a little earlier, and the sight of maggots wriggling about was nearly enough to draw bile. How long until Chakran ends up like that? she thought, shutting her eyes for a few precious seconds. Marching onward struck her as a bad idea, considering the last time someone tried that they very nearly got beheaded! Seemed she and one of the assassin sisters were thinking the same, and voiced as much. "I'm pretty sure I can handle gore," she muttered to herself, "It's the maggots that get me... I agree," her last words were spoken louder, with the intent of being heard, "The body could just be a starvation victim, or there could be another death trap up ahead. I don't much like the idea of losing my head to this tomb, even in theory."TAG: Darth Catalyst , dice , Volshe , @lordjania , Darth Dreadwar , Shira , gorzan
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Post by Lord Vassago on Feb 23, 2018 4:05:11 GMT -5
IC: Warlord Zhav'vorsa Imperial Medbay, Sith Temple, KorribanThe Warlord’s precise strike had been sidestepped, and the intended limb was missed. The robed figure of the Emperor was quick, but not quick enough. The deadly blade still impacted the upper-body of the eldritch figure, causing him to stumble backwards and fall to the ground. Had it not been for the enchanted breastplate, The Howl of the Damned would’ve sliced through, leaving behind a lethal poison that would ensure a miserable pain, and if left untreated, death. It was not to be that day, though. Zhav’vorsa tightened his grip on the hilt of his blade and prepared to strike once more, his frightful strength showing through the ridges of his trim arms and chest. But before he could bring his sword down once more, a voice, nearly a hiss, reached his ears. “ Stop! I submit! You win!” The Emperor’s gauntlet clad hand was raised, a signal of surrender. Zhav stopped mid-step, holding the weapon back, ready at his shoulder, and furrowed his brow. Surrender? Submission? The Warlord curled his lip, his golden eyes looked down in disdain. He hadn’t expected it. He had no love for the idea of submitting to an opponent; he lived on the principle of death through glorious combat…even if death in a medical bay was not exactly glorious. While the entire situation seemed suspect to him, noting the other Lord of the Sith standing by looking on, he stayed his blade. He clenched his teeth and huffed, nodding his head to the robed figured. “ Akko varas ma lajat,” he barked in his native tongue, nodding his head toward the figure that commanded him to attack. “ Stand up and fight,” he repeated in Basic, extending his free hand outward, gesturing for the Emperor to get back to his feet. He twirled the mighty sword between his hands, planting the blade in the flooring of the medical bay with a loud clank, the impact leaving a noticeable indentation on the floor. He rested both of his large hands on the hilt of the sword, the blade still down in the floor, and rested a bit of his weight on it, his eyes slowly drifting between the Emperor and his associate. TAG: Darth Dreadwar , Sedriss Nathemus the Conqueror ,
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Post by Darth Voidwalker on Feb 23, 2018 5:35:37 GMT -5
IC: Voidwalker Hold of the Artificer, Federation checkpoint Karina and Voidwalker sat in the chair as the Federation agent continued to hold them at point blank range. The first trooper moved his finger from the trigger of his blaster to an active switch on the side, the blaster doubled as a lightsaber. He’s a Jedi! Karina and Voidwalker only had a brief window of opportunity to save themselves. Quickly the moment had presented itself. As soon as the window of time was available, Voidwalker was on his way to put some sort of plan in motion. “Sorry dear.” With his hands still around his false lovers hips, he used the Force to throw her like a dart off of his lap towards the second guard who was focusing on Garn with her deadly spiked legs first. The moment her hips were no longer concealing his hands he sprang up from his chair and ignited both of his lightsabers with the same family snap-hiss. The glow of his crimson blades now challenging the golden glow of the Jedi’s blade. Voidwalker came in quickly swinging at the blade of the Jedi to try and disarm him or at the least redirect the aim of the blaster. He shouted out to the Dark Jedi “Garn help the girl, keep her safe!” Voidwalker came in with a stabbing motion with the second lightsaber, looking to end the conflict quickly. Voidwalker taunted the Jedi in a mocking tone “Now Master Jedi you will fall here before me. Get that down, remember that. And just so you know before you die, I AM the dark side artifact you sensed!” TAG: Darth Dreadwar kurtishenschel |
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Post by Volshe on Feb 23, 2018 17:28:21 GMT -5
IC: Darth Viscretus / Empress Volshe (and Særli)
The False Tomb of Naga Sadow, Korriban / The Triumphant
There was a briefest flicker of acknowledgment, the illusion of Volshe raising a hand to the newcomers...steadying her stance as all three settings swirled about her in a tempestuous darkness.
In the Valley of the Dark Lords, the murmuring voices had begun to move. And thus, she followed, behind what faint flicker of torchlight was visible on the horizon, her current setting extending beyond the dreamlike slurring of reality within her mind's eye. She stepped gingerly ahead, allowing a few of the weaker before her in case they would trigger yet another trap - one she would be hard pressed to defend herself against.
But the path ahead, to her whirling mind, it registered as just another passageway, the light of Apollyon’s torch a beacon for her to follow ever cautiously as she continued her illusionary presence aboard the Triumphant.
She blinked once, twice, ensuring the chaos aboard her flagship had settled, before lowering her hand and letting the post-apocalyptic scene take over.
Through the heavy fog of mental manipulation, she noted Særli move forward, hurrying from his awed-state as soon as she bid them rise. His hand pressed a token of Vahl into hers - but she did not have the mental reserves nor attention to identify it beyond the most potent energies. His leatheris-clad form heading towards Alisha was the last she focussed upon before returning to the war-torn Palace.
Her hands fell to the armrests within the vision she had created, pushing herself to her feet.
She strode forward, ground crumbling beneath her heels, dust rising from the hems of her skirts as she closed the distance between herself and this Sulat Xon. Petulant fool he was.
“You are correct,” she replied simply, “I have no interest in him.”
She hovered over a silver knife, resting just beyond her fingertips upon the vine-entangled table. Her nails clicked against the lustrous metal, one by one, gripping it against her palm.
Expression unchanged, she continued walking, past Xon...then turned, clawed hand suddenly grasping the neck of the pleading, shuddering shell of Nox and pulling him violently to her side. In the following motion, the blade was at his neck, cutting deep enough to ooze a shimmering burgundy. Her fingers dug into his neck, the roar of the waterfalls instead now thrumming in time with the beat of his quickening pulse. The walls shuddered with every throb, dust and the corpses of foliage tumbling from the fractured ceilings.
She laughed. Short, almost a bark ordering him obey. “You, however, do.
Tell me what I wish to know.”
TAG: pretty much everyone
TAGSET: Triumphant/UR and TAGSET: False Tomb of Naga Sadow
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Post by dice on Feb 23, 2018 17:50:33 GMT -5
IC: Darth XirrSadow's Tomb, Catacombs, Korriban Xirr's nod was quickly acknowledged by Lord Catalyst who followed quickly after the rest of the group once he finished pulling the Gen'Dai through the large steel grate beneath their feet. Catalyst pushed past Xirr, who quickly fell into step beside him following the rest of the group deeper into the tomb. He cast a glance back in Viscretus' direction and he noticed her to be following the group but seemingly not wholly present within her mind. Strange magics that one works. I wonder what she could be doing now? Xirr thought to himself, quickly brushing off the passing feeling of curiosity welling up within him. Not long after he and Catalyst had started off in the direction that the others were trodding, he heard the sultry voice of Appolyon calling back to him. She seemed perturbed, but her tone changed as she addressed Xirr "And you too, Robyn, since I doubt you want to be left with the crazy serial killer sisters. And all of you slowpokes! Get in here, or so help me Emperor, I will cut your kriffing limbs off! Not you, don't worry, Xirr... You're fast for someone so... built." What game was Appolyon playing here Xirr wondered. Is she attempting to stir jealousy in Catalyst perhaps? Or was she simply finally going insane from the callings of this damned tomb? Another passing thought that Xirr put aside to keep his focus on other, more important, matters. They progressed further into the damp, seemingly natural passage, through narrow squeezes, and low ceilings that Xirr could barely stoop low enough to fit beneath until Appolyon tripped on something on the floor. Xirr looked to his feet as the decomposing skull of what looked to be a sith pureblood from the bone spurs that could be seen on the forehead and jawline. Xirr followed the trail that the rotting limb had left on the stone at his feet to the corpse from which it had been dislodged. He saw something moving within the few bits of tattered flesh that still hung to the decaying bone that made up the corpse, and as he moved to take a closer look he discerned quickly that it was maggots. wretch. Xirr had to strain to keep his meals from earlier in the day in his stomach before turning away from the corpse and looking to the others in the group. Robyn chimed up quickly, or at least she was the first voice that he heard. "The body could just be a starvation victim, or there could be another death trap up ahead. I don't much like the idea of losing my head to this tomb, even in theory." Was what she said, following a few mutterings that Xirr couldn't quite make out. He spoke up next, after listening to the same sentiment be repeated several times. "I do tend to agree with Kevala and Robyn." He said "It does seem that everything in this damned tomb is some kind of clue or warning to be heeded. I say it needs further investigation as to cause of death before we move on." Xirr finished before looking to Catalyst, whom he was standing near, seemingly for confirmation.
TAG: Darth Dreadwar, Volshe, Shira, Darth Catalyst, Padawan4687, gorzan
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Post by kurtishenschel on Feb 23, 2018 22:18:24 GMT -5
IC: Karina Hold of the Artificer, Federation checkpoint Karina sighed as the first trooper revealed himself to be a Jedi which certainly made things difficult. Her mind immediately began to go over possible ways to talk their way out of this mess that didn't involve alerting the checkpoint and getting them all killed. She came up with a few ideas and began to pick from them failing to notice voidwalker tightening his grip on her hip. Just as she thought of something and opened her mouth to speak void Walker threw her resulting in a surprised gasp as she went from sitting down to flying across the room legs first at the second trooper. Bracing herself for impact the moment the legs made contact with the trooper making him fall back she tried getting her footing but instead slipped and fell to the floor with her blades still buried in the troopers chest. Hitting the floor with a loud thud she groaned and began trying to get her legs free so she could try and get back to her feet knowing a fight was about to break out. Her plan was to get a hold of a blaster and try and help any way she could since a prolonged duel with a Jedi would not do them any good. Tags: Darth Voidwalker Darth Dreadwar |
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