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Post by Darth Dreadwar on Apr 10, 2018 20:26:36 GMT -5
IC: Tarpy, Lemmy and KintPassageways of the Ninushodojinyaut , dead spaceKint came through the hole in the door, and saw the monstrous flaming demon. Instantly, he made a snap decision: they were in no position to fight this. Not now. "Lemmy, Run!" He took off, running down the hallway in the opposite direction. "We can use that.... thing to keep the slime at bay. Make it work for us!" Lemmy had followed Kint cautiously through the new exit. Kint didn't have to tell him twice what to do next. He sprinted behind the mercenary. A devious thought barged into his head and he began fumbling through his pouch with his free hand as they ran. He felt the familiar shape of a grenade. He pulled it free, primed it with his thumb and lobbed it over his shoulder. Certainly that would give the demon a reason to chase them. Flame did not extinguish flame, however, and Lemmy's attack merely coaxed a bestial roar from the demon as it pursued them, which in turn prompted a fearful squeal from the tarp, who had just barely latched onto Kint's shoulderplate and was flapping behind the Masarian like the trailing end of a scarf in a windstorm. The durasteel passageway was dark and twisty, lit eerily by the feverish yellow flame behind them. After a sharp bend to the left and a similarly sudden turn to the right, the passageway abruptly terminated.
 Organics produced waste. Organics aboard spaceships were no exception. Typically, deposits in refresher units were vented into hyperspace, atomising them amidst the swirl of cosmic dust as the waste material reverted to realspace. But in large spaceships such as the Ninushodojinyaut, there still needed to be a colossal network of pipes and tunnels to route waste from 'freshers in the crew quarters nearer the interior of the pyramid to ejection airlocks at the hull's surface. And so, Kint, Lemmy and the tarp found themselves teetering on the edge of a dark, wet abyss that could only be the ship's sewers. There was infrastructure of stone and metal all around them - closed duranium pipes, brick walls and aqueducts, distant stairs on the other side of the chasm - but none of them were within range to grab or jump onto. From an open tunnel adjacent to their own, liquid poured - syrupy, dark. There were copious amounts of the oil everywhere, cascading like a waterfall into the abyss, and it was clear that this sewer system did not merely transport waste, but also served as a vault to contain and transport the eldritch entity throughout the ship. The thought made the tarp shudder. It was fortunate the demon was somewhat lethargic in its chase. But already the yellow light was reflecting off the glossy dark side of the tunnel behind them, and the roar sounded again. They had only seconds before they were trapped between the triple dangers of the demon, the oil and the bottomless pit. TAG: Darth Catalyst , gorzan
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Post by dice on Apr 10, 2018 21:03:15 GMT -5
Tomb of Naga Sadow, Catacombs, Wall of Prophecy, KorribanIC: Darth Xirr
( ) Xirr felt the satisfying crunch of bone beneath his armored boot and saw that his lightning had not faltered. He felt the sustaining flow of energy that the dark side nexus at the heart of the tomb was feeding into him and he savored the power that it was allowing him. Quickly, the team had the rest of the skeleton horde relieved once again of their lives. As the last of the decaying corpses fell, Appolyon after a brief moment of respite, decided to test Robyn's theory. She removed her lightsaber from her belt once more and fiddled with the ignition switch a bit, the customary snap-hiss followed by a soft hum customary of the activation of one of the sith's weapons did not result from the attempt. Kriff! Xirr thought. If I'm to be without my lightsabers for the rest of the adventure, I'll need to follow in the footsteps of Catalyst. Just as Xirr's mental conversation concluded, Appolyon spoke up " Don't hope, do," Apollyon chided Robyn. " Give poor Xirr a break. You have the torch I gave you still, no? Light it with a spark of Xirr's lightning. And in the light of its flame we can turn our attention to this wall." Robyn quickly complied with Appolyon's order and engulfed the torch that the Caramel-skinned Lady had provided her in the crackling azure flow of Xirr's lightning. Soon after, the room was once again bathed in the flickering orange glow of a "Natural" flame. Once the torch was well and steadily burning, Xirr abruptly cut off the flow of lightning from his gloved fingertips until the only sounds remaining in the cavern were those of the team and the echo of dripping water from behind them in the passage. Appolyon then spoke once more "We might not be being attacked by the dead anymore, but we'll end up just like them in this cursed place, if we don't find the twelve circles on this damned wall. Although I'm sure we can eat a lot of Neoplix before we starve." She chuckled, before her expression grew pensive once again. "I can only assume if we solve this puzzle, the wall will... I don't know... pull away, or something. There's no way a dead end would be this well-guarded. So come on, team, get over here and look... Scour the wall. They could be small, hidden in the hieroglyphics, or... or subtle, somehow, so subtle you can't see them right in front of you. I don't know.
I'd ordinarily suspect some strange riddle or metaphor, but perhaps that's what we're meant to think. Because twelve circles... Twelve. That's awfully specific. Press all twelve and the secrets of a thirteenth shall be upon to you. That, to me, means we have to find and press twelve literal stone circles. And we only have the rest of our lives here to look..."As she spoke, Xirr turned to face the rest of the party and the wall which had already given them more trouble than even the acid monster. The flickering silhouettes of his comrades which bathed the wall in a humanoid shaped darkness that was all too constant, yet at the same time not constant at all. Xirr took a moment, silently pondering the Hieroglyphics. Lord Vader, Luke Skywalker, Han Solo, Darth Malak... What do they have in common? Xirr thought back to the many hours he had spent in the academy library as a student and quickly realized that they werent enough. Nothing. Twelve Circles? He stepped forward, shaking his head in defeat. Xirr slowly reached up to the locking mechanisms where his mask met the neckpiece of his armor and detached them with a deft movement of his fingers. The helmet depressurized like an airlock, releasing the same pneumatic hiss as it released its hold on the jointed neck of his suit. He pulled the mask from his head and shook out his long hair which before he had entered the tomb had been black. Now, after the shock of Coatlec's surprise drain, it was stark white. Xirr sighed as he looked upon the perplexing puzzle once more with different eyes. Even when looking specifically for circles he only saw...5 at most. Then, Lord Catalyst chimed in with his idea. One that Xirr though was just crazy enough to work. “Why are we attempting to search this wall when we have a far more elegant solution with us?” He gestured to Neoplix. “This Gen’Dai has a highly mutable form. Perhaps, hear me out, if we were to spread him along the wall, we would be in essence pressing every circle that the inscription makes note of. We don’t know if there is a negative side effect to touching pieces other than the circles and this would also serve to give us an answer to that, seeing as young Neoplix here can simply shrug off any lasting damage the wall would inflict. It saves us the trouble of racking our brains to answer a silly riddle and also lets this Initiate prove himself to his Masters.” He smirked to the group. “Really, what could go wrong?” Xirr chuckled softly, his voice no longer sounded mechanical and hoarse, but it was the smooth deep voice of a young warrior. Despite his looks. "I for one think that idea may just be insane enough to work, Lord Catalyst." Xirr made a sweeping gesture to the wall with the arm not occupied by holding his helmet between the crook of his bent elbow and his ribcage. "If we could somehow stretch the Gen'Dai across the entirety of the wall, we would in a way be pressing every circle by default, and if all of us were well out of range of any traps that could remain in the room. Further back down the passage perhaps? Then I see no irreparable damage that could come of it." Xirr looked to the others questioningly to see if they somehow agreed with the plan that Catalyst and himself were slowly concocting "So? What do we say?"
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Post by Darth Dreadwar on Apr 10, 2018 21:18:22 GMT -5
IC: Captain Jacen ThillyThe Artificer, entering hyperspace"Aye, aye, Captain," Jacen replied sarcastically with a mocking salute, jibing at Voidwalker for seeming to take charge of the mission in the wake of Garn's death. It would have ordinarily piqued Jacen's anger, given that it was his ship, but Voidwalker had gotten them out of a dangerous scrape, and they were all getting paid at the end anyway. Besides, if he didn't want to end up like the Jedi in the hold, he'd keep his tone jovial. Speaking of... "I like Karina's suggestion of burying him on Korriban," Thilly spoke to the viewport, as he turned and settled back into the pilot's chair, taking the controls. "The whole place is, like, a tomb for Jedi and Dark Jedi, right? If he's found there, it won't be suspicious. But if we jettison him out in space, the feds could find 'im and start asking questions. And if we atomise him in hyperspace... He'll go down as missing, and the feds'll start asking questions. Do ya get the common theme, here?" Jacen pulled back on the hyperspace throttle, and smiled as the field of stars streaked into the familiar and comforting swirl of hyperspace. They were free. He'd already calculated the coordinates for the second jump back on Onderon to a small margin of error, and fed the navicomputer with updated stellar data as soon as they'd been pulled out at the checkpoint. Thus, Jacen knew they were currently racing down the Goluud Corridor, past the Carbonite Run and onto the Daragon Trail, on-course to speed through a closing gap in the Stygian Caldera and meet up with the Nache Bhelfia near an orange star named Horuset. It would be threading the Artificer through the eye of a needle astrographically, but that's why Thilly was Captain; for all the combat strengths of Karina and the rest of the crew, it was Jacen who was the pilot. And thus, within only hours, they would arrive at Korriban. TAG: Darth Voidwalker, kurtishenschel
OOC: It's up to you, guys, whether you want to go back-and-forth in the ship for awhile, or whether you just want to settle in for the journey and my next GM update would be the arrival at Korriban.
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Post by Darth Catalyst on Apr 11, 2018 10:52:20 GMT -5
IC Lemmy Passageways of the Ninushodojinyaut, dead space
Lemmy let out a malicious cackle as the grenade detonated by the demonic being that followed them. This was more fun than he'd had in decades. Suddenly he was less angry at the Masarian for getting them into this mess. Maybe he wouldn't shoot Kint in the head and steal his ship when this was all said and done. The mercenary might prove a useful ally in the future. He kept running along the passageway with Kint.
It wasn’t the sight of sewage that assaulted Lemmy first; it was the smell. As they rounded the passage to, Lemmy nearly retched into the mask of the suit Kint had loaned him. Don’t these things have scent filters? He covered the air intakes with his free hand as they stood at the edge of a precipice overlooking the grimy depths. The fire-man thing wasn’t far behind them. Lemmy was frantically racking his brain trying to come up with a solution. In desperation, he looked to the tarp and had a ridiculous thought. “Oi, Kint, Blankie,” he whispered to them, “I got a crazy idea. What if we hide under Tarpy’s folds? He’s got some invisibility power or somethin’ right? We can cover ourselves, wait til ol’ firebreeches rounds the corner here, and Kint, ye can use yer space-magic to push it into the pit!” It wasn’t much of a plan, to be fair, but unless Kint or the fabric came up with anything better, this was his contribution to their survival.
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Post by darthkain7 on Apr 11, 2018 18:50:13 GMT -5
IC: Darth KainLocation: 20 Meters Above Nar ShaddaaThe Zeltron's sudden act would have caught Kain off guard had the pilot's pheromones revealed his vain attempt at self destruction half a second before he acted. Enough time for Corvar to toss the Twi'lek aside, though the sharp plummet down to the surface nearly made the dark sider lose his footing. With his survival senses screaming in his ears to act, Corvar used all his might in the Force to pull backward on the yoke, hoping to overpower the Zeltron's physical strength enough to at least cause the ship to crash on its belly rather than its head. TAGS: Darth Catalyst trentongordon darthferos TAGSET: Corbos
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Post by trentongordon on Apr 11, 2018 19:50:33 GMT -5
IC: Reaper Location: Nar Shaddaa Reaper having arrived back at the ship with the Miralukan on his shoulder's was encountered by the Kyuzo. He didn't understand a thing he was saying and looked past him at the robed figures. He looked back hoping to find D-3P0 but couldn't see him. He turned back to try to speak to the Kyuzo. "Galactic Common. Do you speak it? If so tell me what you just said in Common and tell me what the hell is going on here." He figured the robed figures were putting some cargo on the ship. Perhaps it is what Feros was sent to get. Perhaps it's what D-3P0 stopped to get. Either way he wished to know what was going on. Tag: darthferos, darthkain7, Darth Catalyst |
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Post by darthferos on Apr 12, 2018 9:29:57 GMT -5
IC: Darth Feros Docking Bay 418 Nar Shaddah Feros followed the shiny Droid a couple of bays down to an old freighter, though it looked to be in far better shape than the other. Feros wondered if he could fit Skorn in the cargo area. "3PO, how much room is going to be left in that cargo hold?" Feros asked the Droid. He knew the robed figures had to be working for Maladi. She had said he would meet someone and receive a package. Perhaps this was it. He didn't feel any imminent danger, in any case. "Reaper, it's alright. They aren't here to hurt us or anything. I think they work for my Lady Maladi. They're delivering something she wants." He told the younger man. "Consequently, I hear you're a fan of form II. I can teach you a few things sometimes if you'd like." What was in that tarp? He felt some sort of power coming from it. He wasn't sure what. But it was certainly something strong. "What exactly are they loading?" Feros was suddenly bombarded by the Kuzyo's strange dialect. He couldn't understand a word of it. "3PO, get over here and do your job. Translate." Darth Catalyst darthkain7 trentongordon |
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Post by Arcane on Apr 12, 2018 20:39:19 GMT -5
IC: Arcane Supply Depot, Sith Temple, Korriban Arcane looked at the equipment and then at the machine they would be using to blow open the wall. "That's the best idea we have, however who's going to drive and who's going to release the beasts?" He asked Ermir. "I think it would be strange to have such a new student using this piece of machinery, no?" Arcane moved closer to the machine and placed his paw on the side. "How fast does it go?" He asked as he slide around the side out of Ermir's line of sight. He shook his mane and looked at his wounded paw. A fine scar that would create. He circled back around to Ermir and looked up at him. "How long will it take either of us to finish the tasks?" TAG: Darth Dreadwar |
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Post by Darth Voidwalker on Apr 12, 2018 23:13:53 GMT -5
IC: Voidwalker The Artificer, Hyperspace Draven stood behind the Captain as Thilly had suggested going with Karina’s plan, truthfully her idea was better, especially considering the argument that the Captain made to back up how suggestion. The would be Sith in training listened closely and to each and every word that the Captain has spoke. For some reason Draven didn’t have the same brooding, lust filled vibe about him. This feeling that he was putting off was almost humble, human, and kind. What is this feeling that has come over me? What is the cause for it? Can Karina sense this? Draven took a moment before replying to the Thilly in a tone that was soft and sounded more like a stranger speaking than Voidwalker. “From what I know of Korriban, it is the home of my Order as well as the birthday place of the ancient and extinct race of the first Sith. As far as I know there are tombs to late great Sith Lords, so I’m sure two unmarked graves will be fine. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go find somewhere a bit more quiet to train. Karina, care to join me?” As Voidwalker started to exit the cockpit and enter the main crew quarters the feeling of complete exhaustion overcame his entire body. Taking a step forward it was as if he had to fight to stay conscious. He started to stumble forward and had to place his hand against the wall to brace himself to keep from falling to the ground face first. After but only a moment Voidwalker collected himself and stood back up fully. Continuing to look forward he spoke to no one in particular, but trying to sound as if he was trying to make a joke of the situation. “It would seem that I need to head to the refresher first.” After making his way to the refresher, Draven placed both hand on the sink to brace himself up, while he ran some cool water. He splashed some water on his face and just stared as himself in the mirror. Even to himself, he almost didn’t recognize the man that he was staring at in the mirror starring back at him. His features seemed lighter, less harsh. Yet the dark bags under his eyes had confirmed the exhaustion that was taking hold over his body. I must have over done it with that Jedi. I feel like I have no energy whatsoever. That Jedi was stronger than I had given him credit for initially. Still I couldn’t have done it without Karina and the Captain. Perhaps I’m not as strong as I thought I was. As he continued to stare at himself he felt his anger grow with every thought of self doubt, and the flame of the dark side reignited inside him pushing the thoughts of self doubt away from his mind. Of course I’m strong enough. What am I even thinking? I’m a proud warrior, worthy of the Sith. I will earn the title of Darth, and I will become one of the elite Lords of the Dark Side!After a few moments he exited the refresher and returned back to the main hold where others had gathered. He raised his voice slightly to be heard over any other noise, so that his voice couldn’t be drowned out. “Karina would you like to join me? We can continue where we left off if you’d like. If you do come find me.” TAG: Darth Dreadwar kurtishenschel |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 13, 2018 18:02:40 GMT -5
Collaboration post with Deleritas
IC: Darth Solus
Location: Dromund Kaas Citadel Solus worked to maintain his balance, although it wasn’t difficult he still wanted to stay focused. Something seemed off though. The platform they were standing on wasn’t shifting the way it should. Its movements didn’t flow, instead they rocked as if it stood on a column. Perhaps there the river is farther down than I initially thought. Solus reached for one of his saber’s. The metal didn’t have its usual chill. Even through his gauntlets he could feel the radiating heat. “Sir, can you hear that?” Deleritas’ words broke his thoughts momentarily. He held the saber where it was and stopped moving entirely. He listened closely, but he couldn’t hear what Deleritas had. “No… What is it it…?” Solus’ words trailed off as he slowly lowered his body into a crouch, being very careful not to throw off the balance of their mildly safe platform. He dropped his gauntleted hand down to the stone slab his gauntlet turned an icy white as he focused his cryokinesis to protect his hand from the heat. His fingers crawled over the hot stone slowly spreading to a flat hand, upon making contact the stone hissed in retaliation to the cold. No, he couldn’t hear the sounds that Deleritas could, but he could feel them. The grinding vibrated up the stone column and through the empty space under them. EMPTY SPACE! The space beneath them was hollow, at least to some extent. “What is it?” Deleritas’ question was the big one. Solus made an attempt to picture what was going on below them, but there wasn’t a way to create a picture without more details. Something is moving, grinding against the bottom of this slab. We aren’t moving on a river, it’s more like we are balancing on a column. So, there is empty space below us. Possibly a tunnel or shaft. Could we fit down it? Does it offer an escape? Solus drew his saber from his side. Getting eyes on may help.
“We have empty space below us, but also something moving. This platform is balancing, but I am not sure how.” As he speaks Solus realizes what the stone truly is. Sith Alchemy. My saber won’t be able to cut through it. He reclips the saber to his belt and stands back up, keeping his knees bent slightly to help Deleritas balance the slab.
“Deleritas…”
It was clear that Deleritas was concentrating heavily on keeping this slab still. He hasn’t even noticed that I’ve stood up. The young man was very focused when he wanted to be. It was a very impressive trait. For his age he took to his lessons very well and even accepted their rough nature. This lesson was going to be a good one as well. “Deleritas. How confident are you in your ability to lift this slab with me?”
“Lift the slab? I’m not very confident but I’ll give it a go if that’s our best bet.”
“Do you have another idea?”Solus quickly searches for other solutions. This wasn’t going to be an easy task. Using the force to lift this large stone slab with them on it. He quickly rehearses it in his head. We lift the slab and move it to my right. Jump into the hole underneath and look for a way out. There had to be a reason for the empty space underneath them. Maybe an air pocket from the molten rock, or an old cave. But there was something. “Let’s just go for it. Move the slab.”
“Ok. We are going to carefully lift it and shift it to my right. Try and get eyes down the hole and jump in if it’s possible. If not, we recollect and find a new way to overcome. Any questions?”
Solus waited a moment, but something said he wasn’t going to get one. It didn’t matter, Deleritas knew the plan. “Let’s begin.”
Solus’ eyes close and he focuses on the task at hand, taking deep breaths and allowing the force to flow through him. He raises his hands gently to his sides focusing on lifting the slab from the bottom up. When it clears the hole we will move it over.
Deleritas, @Darth Catalyst,
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Post by Deleritas on Apr 13, 2018 18:03:35 GMT -5
Combo Post with Darth Solus IC: Darth Deleritas Part X Location: Beneath the Citadel, Kaas City, Dromund Kaas Beads of sweat formed on my forehead, slid down my face, and dripped from my chin. I looked at Solus for instruction, something caught my attention. It was hardly noticeable to even my trained ear so, I wasn’t quite sure that Solus was aware. “Sir.” I said. “Can you hear that?” Buried underneath the grumbling of the river of lava, rushing around us, was an unmistakable grinding noise. For a moment, I hesitated, unsure of whether my mind was playing tricks on me given my exposure to such high temperatures. I hoped that Solus would confirm that sounds so that we could proceed from there. I expected that, if confirmed by Solus, the sound would give us some idea as to what direction we could go to continue our mission. “No…what is it…?” Solus asked. How strange. I thought to myself. I’ve noticed something that Solus hasn’t… I chuckled to myself. But, I quickly snapped back to reality and began to assess the situation. What was the source of that grinding? Is that our way out of this mess? Solus shifted position, melting slowly to the floor he crouched and placed his hand on the stone that we stood on. I watched as the matte black glove and gauntlet of his left hand descended onto the slab. The black gave way to an icy and crystalline white as his cryokinetic powers were put into effect to help shield his hand from the searing heat of the stone. As his fingers traced the stone, brief hisses and puffs of seam rose from the contact. This is almost stranger. Why is he feeling the slab? Unless… It dawned on me that because he couldn’t hear it, he was still searching for it. If the slab were the source of the grinding, then he might be able to feel vibrations in the stone. “What is it?” My words echoed Solus’ question from moments earlier. Now our roles had switched. I began to kneel myself, but the stone shifted. I froze. Knees slightly bent, back hunched, and hands outstretched in a futile attempt to touch the stone beneath my feet. It’s far too treacherous for me to move. No matter how finely tuned my hunting skills may be, this is one instance in which my weight could get the both of us killed. My eyes stared, unblinkingly, at Solus’ hand as I awaited his response. I allowed for my knees to absorb the ebb and flow of the river of lava as it coursed through the room and disturbed the position of the column that our slab was positioned on. I was able to maintain the balance of the stone and struggled to comprehend what could be making that sound. I closed my eyes and tried to picture the room that we were now in. This slab is larger than what we thought, roughly 3x3 meters. The lava is also very far below us. Just how far, however, is unknown. We have yet to figure out how to get a look at what is below us without tipping this godforsaken slab. There is a way out of here that we can’t see and that is the problem. If the grinding really is coming from the is slab and column that we are on, then that would mean that the slab and column are two separate pieces. If that is the case, then perhaps levitating this slab and hovering around would allow us to get a better view of what is going on. Before I pitch this, I need to wait for Solus to tell me what he has learned…
“We have empty space below us, but also something moving. This platform is balancing, but I am not sure how." Solus finally spoke his mind. I felt no need to respond. So, I maintained my position. I tried to ignore the burning sensation of strained muscles in my legs as I hadn’t moved for quite some time. Just when this situation seemed to have a light at the end of tunnel, here I am struggling to hold steady. I closed my eyes and slipped away into my thoughts, distracting myself from the growing discomfort in my legs. Out of the hazy fog that was my thoughts, something disturbed me. My name was being called. Deleritas… Deleritas. I quickly realized that it wasn’t my imagination, rather Solus was trying to reach me. Eyes still shut, I muttered, “Yes?” “How confident are you in lifting this slab with me?” Solus asked. That thought hadn’t really occurred to me. “Lift the slab? I’m not very confident, but I’ll give it a go if that’s our best bet.” I responded, more coherent this time. “Do you have another idea?” Solus asked. I thought I sensed irritation in the question, but that could just be my mind growing weary and not allowing me to think clearly. I pondered our situation for a brief moment and thought back to how we first got to the center of this room. I wasn’t confident in my ability to jump to the slab, but I made it. Just do it, it is clearly our only option. “Let’s just go for it. Move the slab.” I began to prepare myself for what was going to be a great test of my Force abilities. I had practiced several, simple combative Force tricks in the past, however I had never attempted anything on the scale of what we were about to. “Ok. We are going to carefully lift it and shift it to my right. Try and get eyes down the hole and jump in if it’s possible. If not, we recollect and find a new way to overcome. Any questions?” Solus commanded. You know, if he isn’t actually confident that what we are about to do will work, he sure has me fooled. Here we go. I gathered my energy and focused on the slab beneath my feet, controlling every breath I took in order find that one place that would allow me to overcome this obstacle. Continuing to ignore the tingling, burning sensation in my legs and isolating my upper body from my lower body. I begin to move arms from my chest, straight out to my sides, and down to my waist. Slowly…fluidly. Slow is smooth…smooth is fast. This will work…it has to. Darth Catalyst Darth Solus |
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Post by Darth Catalyst on Apr 14, 2018 11:48:12 GMT -5
IC: D-3PO Docking Bay 416, Nar Shaddaa
The Kyuzo snorted, an odd sound being pushed through his mask, and looked past Reaper as D-3PO and Feros stepped into the bay. The droid seemed to have caught the tail end of Reaper’s line of questioning and became flustered. “Mister Reaper! You can’t address strangers in such a manner!” He chided the Darksider before turning to face the Kyuzo. “Now, what seems to be the issue?” The alien responded in its native tongue while gesturing to the cart. “Very good!” The droid turned back to Reaper. “These fine beings are part of the Nar Shaddaa Concierge and Delivery Service! They are here with your tinted transparisteel and matte black paint.” One of the figures in the back removed the tarp and confirmed D-3PO’s words. “They are simply requesting payment for the safe transportation of your merchandise. Allow me to handle it, Mister Reaper.” The droid stepped over to the beings and one of them held out a datapad. D-3PO extended a miniature scomp link from his from his index finger and plugged directly into the device. After a few seconds, he removed the jack and the figures all nodded to each other, continuing to converse in their alien tongue. Two of them began unloading the cart with surprising speed. “Everything should be taken care of, courtesy of Mighty Kubjo,” D-3PO called back to Reaper. “I would suggest tipping them though. It is never wise to ignore such excellent service.” The droid opened the loading ramp of the ship and the beings began hauling the large transparisteel plates into the ship with little effort.
As the ship began its plummet, Corvar’s scramble for the pilot’s controls did little to save the ship from falling. His violent pull of the yoke did cause the nose to pull up just enough that the aft of the ship crashed down first, saving all of the occupants from a fatal impact. The pilot tried to kick at Corvar, aiming a booted foot at the Darksider’s knee. The ship plowed into the ground with its rear, the resulting force pushing all in the cockpit towards the door that Corvar had sealed. The Twi’lek flew back and Corvar would be able to see her crack her head against the solid durasteel, knocking her unconscious. The pilot, however had restrained himself to his seat and the G-forces of a crash landing did little to faze him. The sound of the impact would be heard throughout the area though. The beings loading the ship for Reaper and Feros looked up momentarily and shrugged before returning to their work.
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Post by darthkain7 on Apr 14, 2018 16:44:52 GMT -5
IC: Darth KainLocation: Nar ShaddaaHad the ship not rocked so violently upon the impact of the crash, the pilot's kick would have found its mark. However, before the Zeltron's foot could make contact, Corvar was thrust backward, flying at a dangerous speed toward the door he'd closed moments before. As a last second attempt to prevent him from having the same fate as the Twi'lek girl, Corvar thrust his hand towards the door, hoping the blowback from a Force Push would at the very least slow his speed before smacking back-first into the door. TAGS: Darth Catalyst trentongordon darthferos TAGSET: Corbos
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Post by Shira on Apr 14, 2018 18:14:40 GMT -5
IC: The Twins
Tomb of Naga Sadow, Wall of Prophecy, Korriban
As Scionica rolled to her feet, Kevala dropped to the floor, uttering a soft groan. She offered up a wrist as Scionica knelt next to her, counting her pulse with her head cocked to the side. Frowning, she recounted carefully and winced when she read her sister’s
two hundred and ten beats per minute.
“Gods, Kevala, you need to take it easier.”
Kevala rolled her eyes. “Yes, because it’s been such a walk in the park this past week,” she snapped, her voice slightly breathless. Scionica ignored her, withdrawing a small measure of clear fluid into a hypo.
“What you need is some fluids, but evidently we’re not going to get a break long enough to run them. You’re just going to have to deal with a quick fix.” She cleaned off a spot on her sister’s arm with an antibacterial and inserted the hypo into a vein before slowly depressing the medication. She heard Kevala’s sigh of relief as her heart rate responded to the medication almost immediately, slowing to a more reasonable count. “Let these geniuses figure this out while you rest a few moments,” Scionica advised. "We’ll have to get out of here soon, or you’re going to continue to worsen.”
"Yes, well we're the only ones with actual working weapons it seems," Kevala grumbled. "Leave it to the mighty Sith to leave themselves defenseless. You'd think they'd have brought backups."
TAG: Darth Dreadwar , dice , Darth Catalyst , Shira , Volshe, @lordjania , Padawan4687
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Post by Lord Vassago on Apr 14, 2018 18:48:10 GMT -5
IC: Sabba AeolianAboard The Triumphant, Shira’s Private Quarters - hyperspace, en route to the Nihil RetreatSabba stepped quietly through Shira’s quarters, careful not to disturb anything. The Lady had disappeared to the fresher just a moment prior, and she was left alone. She moved toward the flora, a soft glow emanating from its various sprouts, and inhaled deeply through a nose that had only just gotten used to the variety of scents that a starship housed; a hint of Autumn sprang to her senses, mingling with the aroma of the soil the plants grew from. It was a good scent. Familiar, earthy, one she was accustomed to and determined never to relinquish, because it took her back to Makatak. Home, she thought to herself. She loved her home. Her planet, her family, her brother and sister, her village, and her people. Until she met her Master, it was all she knew. Completely ignorant to the Galaxy at large, to the greater workings of Empires and politics, Jedi and Sith, gangsters and bounty hunters. To her, the entire universe was what she saw in the jungles of her home world, the dirt on the ground, the men and women who lived in the villages. Makatak. It was all but gone. She often wondered if anyone was left, any land, or villages, or if it had all been swallowed up by the great darkness. These plants, though, reminded her of all that she was robbed of. Perhaps that is why she let the moment linger, the thought of what was just a handful of years previous. “ Sabba!” a voice rang from her mind, and she turned quickly to see who spoke it. The room she stood in moments before was gone and the warm glow of the sun streaked down across her face. “ Sabba!” she heard the voice again, breaking up the harmonious sound of the birds singing, celebrating the sinking sun. The light in the sky illuminated the symmetry of Sabba’s features, her pale skin and her emerald eyes sparkling in the golden light shafts that snuck through the dense canopy of the jungles. “Sabba!” she heard once more, an excited shout entering her ears for a third time. It was a child, no more than nine standard years old, running toward her. “Eleat?” she whispered under her breath, her soft lips hardly moving. The young boy had hair and features so like her own, sharing the same blazing mane of hair and piercing green eyes. It was Eleat, her youngest brother. “Eleat!” she knelt down to the child’s height and opened her arms, ready to embrace him when he reached her. His eyes grew impossibly wide as he slowed his pace and came to her, and the two shared a loving embrace. She could feel the warmth of tears welling in her eyes; she’d missed her brother most of all, he was a constant reminder to her of what it was like to live in a world where everything was wonderous and new. When she released him, his eyes flitted all over her face, his little mind racing for something to say. She couldn’t find any words to speak, her own mind overrun with happiness and disbelief. She tried her best not to focus on the impossibility of it, and instead took in every detail of his face. The small boy leaned in to his sister, whispering as if sharing a secret. “Are you ready to die?” he asked, his voice no longer the excited shout, but instead an awful, hollow tone so distinctive of a malevolent being. His eyes turned sallow and sunk into his head. Sabba’s eyelids burst open and her mouth fell agape. “What did you say, Eleat?” she murmured, horrified, not expecting any real answer. Her gaze slowly moved upward, her neck craning back, and above Eleat she saw a grim visage hovering with shadowy tendrils; it was the Witch from the mountain, Antaneesia. She darted to her feet and stepped backward, her hand instinctively falling to the hilt of her lightsaber. “No!” she yelled desperately. “No, you died! I saw it, he killed you!”She shook her head, closing her eyes tightly, attempting to break free of whatever vision was clouding her mind. She knew now that the image of Eleat was the work of darkness, much darker than anything she’d encountered prior. The Witch she saw now, floating before her, was the same Witch that tried to sacrifice her, to kill her, before her Master stepped in and saved her. The visage of the Witch contorted, a sickly smile crossing her cracked, black lips, and she began laughing loudly. The cackle filled Sabba’s ears, the sound of it nearly deafening, causing her to grimace and hold her hands to her ears. The Witch’s eyes began to glow, burning a deep, demonic purple. “Uulwi ifis halahs gag erh'ongg w'ssh!” she bellowed, the words indistinguishable, sounding like swishes and gibberish to Sabba, though she heard them clearly through her covered ears. She felt pressure in her mind, something behind her eyes, forcing her to close them. She tried, but she could not resist the feeling, the pressure. Her eyelids fell, like a long, exhausted blink, and when they rose, she was alone. Back in Shira’s quarters. The Lady Shira approached her, looking refreshed, and spoke to her as if nothing had happened. “If you’d like to rest, you may use my bed for now. Otherwise, I hope to catch the Empress before she leaves,” she stated politely. Perhaps everything she saw, what she felt, was all within her mind; she’d heard her Master speak of the Mind’s Eye, but never experienced anything of the sort previously. Not until that moment. Still, it seemed as if Shira hadn’t heard Sabba’s screaming, her words, or anything of the sort while she was away. The young woman did her best to compose herself, trying to mask the anxiety she felt within her mind. She felt an incredible urge to speak to her Master and tell him what she’d seen, hoping he would be able to make sense of it. But she couldn’t, he was away, resting on his own. It would have to wait. The pair walked through the massive flagship. Shira took point and guided their steps. Sabba did her best to focus her mind on her surroundings rather than what she just saw and attempted to distract herself with a question that weighed on her mind, something she hadn’t asked her Master previously. “Lady Shira?” she began, sounding unsure. Shira turned to her briefly and nodded, a reaction that told her she may continue. “If I may, who is the Empress? Is she your friend? Is she someone strong, like my Master?” Her voice carried with it the innocence of a child. Having never been exposed to politics, to the vast power struggles of the Empires in the Galaxy, or their affiliated religions. She had no idea who The Empress was, if she was just a woman on a throne, like an Elder in her village, or if she held powers, like those she’d seen her Master use. She knew Shira was close to the Empress, and trusted that her answers would be both informative and honest. TAG: Shira , Volshe , Darth Dreadwar
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Post by Shira on Apr 14, 2018 18:49:36 GMT -5
IC: Shira A’dolaThe Triumphant, hyperspace, en route to the Nihil Retreat
“Who is the Empress?” The question stung Shira unexpectedly, memories rushing to the forefront of her mind. Late nights of blossom wine, gossiping about crushes and the foolish antics of courtiers. Evening parties filled with beautiful gowns, dancing, music and laughter. Standing next to Volshe’s throne, quietly listening to her rule the Empire. Friendly, fierce competition in Force strategies and lightsaber duels. Tears pricked at Shira’s blue-grey eyes, but she blinked them away quickly. Foolish, she thought, lingering on the past, but the echoes of better times left her feeling hollow and lonely.
“The Empress Volshe is my closest friend,” she replied, voice soft as she turned to continue walking. “ She ruled the Empire for years, after the abdication of Lord Sinre. And then she left, to pursue something vitally important, leaving the Empire in my rule. She doesn’t visit very often, and so I am anxious to to see her before she leaves again.”Shira was quiet for a few moments before replying to the rest of Sabba’s question. “ The Empress is very strong, but I do not think she holds the power of your Master. I believe the only one I know who could rival your Lord Vassago would be my old Master, Sistros. The last remaining Sage of Dwartii.”She rounded a corner and stopped, leaning against the wall and watching Volshe after giving Sabba a small smile. They didn’t have to wait long before the Empress seemed to return to herself. “Sedate and restrain this one. Careful. He may prove dangerous."
“Put him in a high security cell,” Shira added. “And keep two knights to guard him. He’s insane and I don’t trust that lack of restraint.”At Volshe’s beckoning, Shira walked beside her with Sabba trailing close behind. “It’s good to see you, my Lady,” she murmured, irises restoring to a contented cerulean. “I have missed you.”TAG: Volshe, Darth Dreadwar, Lord Vassago
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Post by trentongordon on Apr 14, 2018 23:47:04 GMT -5
IC: Reaper Location: Nar Shaddaa Reaper paid the man 50 credits as a tip and walked into the ship. He was glad to have gotten his stuff and so he walked onto the ship and walked to his own ship. He stared at it and began modifying it mentally. He didn't know what worked and what didn't on it but he knew what he wanted and hoped for. Tag: darthkain7, darthferos, Darth Catalyst |
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Post by kurtishenschel on Apr 15, 2018 9:06:59 GMT -5
IC: Karina The Artificer, Hyperspace Karina took the time to try and patch her wound while voidwalker was in the fresher. Grabbing a medical kit she cleaned the area around the wound before sewing it as best she could. It wasn't the first time she got shot and she tended to have luck with near misses such as this one. Once she sewed it she ripped the fabric from the bottom of her shirt leaving her stomach exposed but she needed some kind of binding. Wrapping the cloth around her waist over the wound she tied it tightly ignoring the occasional sting of pain. As she finished she noticed him walking back out and got up walking over to him " sure as long as it doesn't get me electrocuted or half naked again." She smirked a little at her joke and walked to the room they were in earlier ignoring the pain in her side as best she could. She adjusted her jacket as she sat down and leaned back against the wall and began to wonder what would happen once they reached their destination since she doubted that things would just go back to normal and was honestly expecting a betrayal from the sith that they were bringing the cargo to. If she was right there wouldn't be much she could do except hope to be quick on her feet like she usually was when in danger. That and hope that voidwalker helped considered how they worked well together despite the occasional hiccup like when he shocked her until she was unconscious. She tried to mentally prepare in case he didn't help making her have to rely on herself to survive if the buyer did double cross them to avoid shelling out credits. Tags: Darth Dreadwar Darth Voidwalker |
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Post by DarthVizuul on Apr 15, 2018 20:48:10 GMT -5
Character Summary
Name: Birth name unknown. Lord Primus
Age: 33 standard years
Sex: Male
Species: Shistavanen
Occupation: Sith
Height: 1.82m
Physical Description: Tall, seemingly athletic build. Fur-like black and dark gray colored hair covering entire body. His muzzle is slightly shorter than traditional Shistavanen, as well as the ears. Clawed and padded hands and feet. Elongated canines capable of biting through bone with ease.
Clothing: Midnight blue tunic with black pants and covered with a black hooded cloak. A mask is also worn to cover his physical appearance.
Weapons: A single blade lightsaber made from the hollowed tooth of a Tuk'ata. Dark Crimson red coloring with blackened glow around outer edge due to immense hatred and rage from the past being poured in to the crystal.
Description of Abilities: Other than being gifted with basic Force techniques while channeling the Dark Side, Primus also has his own variation of the Force Scream that, when used, it radiates through his vocal chords in to a Primal Force Roar capable of minor tremors.
Bio: Born on the planet Uvena Prime, Primus has always been an isolationist; more so than most of the civilization. With his father being Shistavanen and a traitor to the tribes, he was unaccepted and shunned by his own race. As an infant Primus was sold in to slavery to the Hutts. This is where the hatred began. Hatred for his father for his treachery. Hatred towards his own race for passing blame down to him for his father's misdeeds. Little is known, or remembered even, of his past before discovering being attuned to the Force. All that comes to mind is how much rage and hatred began brewing within.
In his youth years Primus met a bounty hunter named Mogif Shitan who befriended him because they both shared similar pasts of exile. Over the years, Primus began working secretively along side Mogif, as an escape from his servitude. One particular mission brought Primus to Ruusan where he witness another using a power unlike he had ever seen, capable of lifting a full grown adult off the ground and hurling them elsewhere. This is where he learned of the Force, and of the Dark Side. He took it upon himself to learn all that he could in order to kill his slave masters and free himself of a life he knew was not meant for him....he was meant for more....
(Sith characters only)
Rank/Level: 1
Class: Apprentice
Skills: Predatorial mindset. Enhanced speed, strength, healing, and sight due to being Shistavanen.
Force push/pull – 1
Force Scream – 1
Force Jump – 1
Force Lightning – 1
Force Defense – 1
Form I – 1
Form V – 1
(Warrior tree only) Form VII – 1
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Post by taciteoccultus on Apr 15, 2018 21:12:35 GMT -5
GM Approved
Name/Title: Tacite Occultus
Age: 18
Sex: Male
Species: Anzat
Homeworld: Anzat
Occupation: to be determined
Height: 5 ft 6 in
Appearance: Human colored skin, long black hair, inviting green eyes, clean shaven, street clothes that match the environment he is in.
Weapons: currently none, uses his natural abilities to feed on the "soup"
Equipment: a ghost fire crystal that he was so obsessed with on sight he killed his father for it (does not know what it really is, just that it seems to speak to him)
Description of Abilities: an affinity to the force that has yet to be looked more into, his words are unknowingly laced with Force Persuasion
Personality: Charming, silently planning how to eat everyone he meets eventually. He does what needs to be done. Complete obsession with the crystal he killed his father for.
Biography: Though quite young for one of his species he has eaten several of his own people having started with his father when they found a ghost fire crystal (not knowing what it was just that it looked valuable). When people came to ask him if he knew what happened to his father he charmed them into thinking it was really a diplomat trying to make the Anzati look like monsters that kill their own for fun. Currently looking for work, and a satisfying meal. He has started to travel from world to world. Most recently he has seduced a Jedi Knight and killed her in the privacy of her chambers, for a meal.
Level/Stats (for new players): Lvl 0
Mind Trick (natural ability) - 1
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Post by gorzan on Apr 15, 2018 23:34:39 GMT -5
IC: Darth Neoplix Location: Tomb Tag Neoplix subtly backed up as the Sith Lords continued discussing how to unlock the doors. This display of savagery and planning to use his shredded body to make up for their inability to solve a riddle only reinforced his already negative opinion of these Dark Lords. “I doubt that will be necessary. Besides, in all likelihood there are traps built into the wall, triggered if we guess wrong. I wouldn’t want to risk the safety of the entire group, at least not this early.” He squinted at the wall, trying to perceive any discrepancies. “Perhaps the circles refer not to physical circles, but rather, ideas. 12 separate ideas, as there were 12 dark council members, 12 circles of influence, and many other possible meanings. A little more searching would likely be ideal.” He was irritated and frustrated by the lack of information he was being provided with. After all, information was what any ambitious sith should thrive upon. It was his lifeblood. Perhaps with time… More might be revealed. Till then, though, nothing else could be done but to puzzle over the mosaic. Tags: Darth Dreadwar, dice, Darth Catalyst, Shira,@volshe, Volshe, |
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Post by gorzan on Apr 15, 2018 23:35:23 GMT -5
IC: Kint Dranlor Location: deep space Kint skidded around the corner, saber and gun at the ready, and barely stopped himself in time. He glanced back at lemmy, who had stopped earlier. Clearly, there were disadvantages to having filters in his helmet. He’d have to work on that. But in the meantime, he had more to worry about. Trapped between a rock and a hard place, he knelt, taking a defensive position while they strategized. In response to lemmy, without looking up, he said “A possibility. However, as a force demon of some kind, its clearly strong, and quite possibly has some kind of resistance to the effects of force attacks. Perhaps….” He glanced from side to side, and then fired off four rounds, two on to each wall, setting each to detonate on a trigger. “I’ll blow it when he passes. That, combined with the pull, should be plenty to push him across the edge.” He backed up towards the edge of the pit. “A more important question is, lemmy, will you be able to hold me?” He raised his rifle, aiming high up at a pipe protruding from the wall. He fired, sending a grappling hook flying up into the darkness, wrapping around the pipe, and cinching tight. He used the force to guide the grapple, making sure it wrapped properly. He detached the spool and tossed it to lemmy, before grabbing on to lemmy’s belt. “It’ll be easier for me to hang off of you, than the other way around. That spool will clip right on to your belt, so you wont have to hold us both up.” Tag: Darth Dreadwar , @mostcunninglinguist |
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Post by Padawan4687 on Apr 15, 2018 23:57:39 GMT -5
IC: Alisha Tano
The Triumphant Medbay, hyperspace en route to the Nihil RetreatAfter enduring land battles on top of space battles in the span of an hour, Alisha surprised herself by flinching at the needle. Surprised and annoyed herself, such a tiny thing still stung after she literally got slashed and burned? She quietly scoffed as the doctor continued to run his scans, but still rubbed her arm. Just as she'd hoped, she was free to leave, clean up a little before returning to- Alisha took a single step forward with a hand stretched to take the small bandage - yet another to add to the growing collection already on her - when a wave of nausea struck. Her hand retracted quickly, wrapping tightly around her stomach and she dropped into a crouch. ... She'd endured plenty of stomachaches and the like before, but no stomach bug ever moved this quickly! Within seconds, Alisha had gone from feeling relatively fine if not light-headed, to feeling like she desperately needed a trash bin. At least the floor and the doctor's shoes were spared. "Wh... what the hell?" Alisha coughed out, feeling her stomach contract yet again. Her mind was racing, with an icy ball of fear nestling in with the stabbing pain already there. Did that black blood reach her after all?! Or... that technobeast's lucky strike on her arm? Her mind flashed back to the Rear Admiral, and his fate at the hands of fire after her requested bioscan... Oh kriff, kriff! She could cry right now! Not viral, not bacterial... so what in hell was happening to her now? TAG: Darth Dreadwar
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Post by Volshe on Apr 15, 2018 23:58:57 GMT -5
IC: Empress Volshe / Darth Viscretus
The Triumphant“ It’s good to see you, my Lady,” Shira responded to her summoning, her complexion seeming to brighten as her eyes certainly did. “ I have missed you.” “ As have I.” The Empress’ eyes glanced about with languid intent, a graceful surveying of those surrounding her. A slow nod followed, directed at the young woman beside her - meeting the bright, wide eyes of vivid green. Her tone remained light. “ And who is this?” She stepped forward with a hand extended towards her, prodding through the Force as much as her feat would allow - searching for some depth of information that the Chosen she possessed did not. Her attention returned quickly to Shira. She had no interest in wasting the finite Force power she had, no matter how large the reserves. “ I see you have had some... issue in my absence,” she frowned to Shira, extending her search through the Force to as much of the Triumphant - and the fleet beyond - as she could manage. For a moment, the flash of crumbling, burning souls dotted with vast voids of loss and destruction she had rarely - if ever - felt during her reign brought a violently nauseated frustration. Her hand curled away from the redheaded woman, into a white knuckled fist. “ Does anyone have knowledge of where the Triumphant is headed? Any intelligence regarding these threats which have ravaged our fleet?” She did not expect much information, for it felt as though the crew was lost as the Triumphant seemed to be. Lost, and riddled with a remarkable fear. She blinked quite lengthily and reopened her eyes to the Tomb, switching focus to the chaos where her eyes were needed - not merely her ears and mind.
The False Tomb of Naga SadowViscretus rose a hand in response to the chatter, growing frustrated that only a couple of them were so much as pondering the solution to their conundrum, drawing her attention from where it was needed most desperately. “Your attention, Sith.” It was not a request, but a demand. She smiled with venomous sweetness towards Neoplix, noting he had already begun to backpedal and stumble for alternatives. “Most importantly yours, Gen’Dai.” “ Lord Catalyst, Lord Xirr, I expect your aid as necessary.” She glared to the chattering twins as she addressed the group with a final instruction. “ Be on your guard.” And with that, she flung the Gen’Dai against the wall, heaving with effort to flatten him against the mural. She smirked as his grey-hued skin splattered across nearly every inch of visible wall. “ An excellent idea, both of you. Creative as always.” She stepped towards the wall, using two fingers taloned in black to smear more of the Lord Neoplix against the remaining empty space - merely 2-3 inches in diameter. Her eyes locked with his...eye, located around the croppings of teeth that poked through in odd places. Her breath heaved for a moment, she caught it only after a few seconds, smoothing her illusory skirts with displeasure. “ Your service to us is most greatly appreciated.” TAG: Darth Catalyst, Darth Dreadwar, dice, Shira, Lord Vassago, @lordjania, gorzan,TAGSET: Triumphant/UR and TAGSET: False Tomb of Naga Sadow
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Post by Sedriss Nathemus the Conqueror on Apr 16, 2018 0:00:29 GMT -5
IC: Darth CoatlecLocation: Imperial Medbay, Sith Temple, KorribanAfter Coatlec's admittance, he had assumed that the beatings would continue, despite what the Warlord had saying he wouldn't feel the sword if he admitted to laying with his mother. But finally, the Emperor stepped in. "Step back, beast," the wraith hissed. And so the Warlord stepped back. Dreadwar then swung his cortosis-armored leg back to a single knee, and spoke to Coatlec, beckoning him to get up. "Get up, child," he said, before lifting Coatlec to his feet. Coatlec was broken, battered, and prideless. The icy, cold voice of the Emperor then spoke yet again, "You lost." That is true. I lost, and I shall learn from it.
"And are you yet alive?" "I am ind--cough--eed alive, my Emp--cough--eror," Coatlec rasped back. "Are your injuries, superficially ugly as they are, anything that won't heal within days? Have you truly lost anything vital, anything you hold dear, anything real? Have you even lost your pride, when you may take a wiser and healthier pride in the fact you have successfully mastered the greatest and most difficult of my lessons? Not all losing is like this. There are compromises and negotiated surrenders. There are other ways to placate those who would harm you. There is a whole art form to manipulating others by letting them be dominant over you. But first, losing must be thinkable. Will you remember how you lost? When the stakes are real, will you be able to lose again? And you, Warlord, will you be able to treat this man with respect, understanding the importance of the lesson taught today, however alien it is to your people?" "Everything will heal, and I really haven't lost much. This lesson, though I believe there could be more to it, has been the best lesson of my time as a Sith. I will be able to do this again, whenever the situation calls for it." I will be great. For everyone. TAG: Darth Dreadwar, Lord Vassago
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