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Post by Darth Dreadwar on Apr 18, 2018 20:57:50 GMT -5
IC: Ermir MarcusSupply Depot, Sith Temple, Korriban"I don't know," Ermir shook his head, his tousled hair waving with a strangely stiff collectiveness that implied the overabundant use of product. He eyed the initiate's wounded paw briefly. Arcane did not seem to have grasped Marcus' instructions to translate the pain into anger and feed off its power; if he had, Ermir was confident he would have felt the initiate seething in the energy of the dark side. No matter. Such lessons were often best learnt when there was no other choice, and there were more pressing matters to attend to. "I would estimate around two minutes, if you took a brisk walk to the bestiary now." Ermir took an intake of breath. His posture was tense. "Let's do it. Go now, to the bestiary. Be sure to cloak your intentions when passing back through the dining hall. Count to three minutes, if you don't have a chrono, and release whichever creatures you see fit. I will start driving in one minute - an extra minute to account for Lord Murdi's Law." Ermir referenced the ancient proverb by the long-dead Darth Murdi: " If misfortune can befall you, such is the cruelty of the Force that it surely will."The Sith Master indicated towards the exit, hurrying Arcane to his task. It had been Arcane's suggestion, after all, that Ermir be the driver. On your own furry head be it.TAG: Arcane
IC: Captain Jacen ThillyThe Artificer , entering the Horuset system
The bulbous cranium stretched hideously in a twisted smile, and Jacen recoiled. The horrifying visage spoke of death, darkness and despair, and as the veritable tidal wave of electricity rolled towards him, Jacen was certain it would be the last thing he would ever see. I should have never come here, he thought. Korriban was made for the dead, and the dead keep it.Pain. Darkness. And Jacen Thilly's eyes opened, his mind surfacing from the tenebrous clutches of nightmare, rescued from the ocean of lightning and darkness by a soft beeping. His bleary eyes focused, refocused, settling on the flashing red light near the sublight accelerator. He blinked, once, twice, the dream already fading from memory, and then jerked up from his position reclining in the pilot's chair. His shoulder ached from the uncomfortable posture of his sleep. Jacen reached out, and silenced the chiming alarm. He glanced over at the empty copilot's chair, a cold feeling lingering in his gut; that barbaric if lazy Barabel, Slehorn, must have gone to his quarters to get some shuteye. Karina and their passenger, Voidwalker, were nowhere to be seen either. Jacen stood, stretching to work out the kinks in his neck, and wandered into the freighter's hold. "Everyone, get up, get to your stations!" he shouted, poking the Trandoshan reclining on the red leatheris sofa. He grabbed a microphone from a wall panel, projecting his voice throughout the ship's loudspeakers. "We're arriving at Korriban. Remember we've gotta sneak down there, deliver the goods to our client personally without raisin' the suspicions of his, ah, colleagues. So this could get hairy." Jacen slunk back into the cockpit, Slehorn joining him a minute later. Voidwalker and Karina, he was confident, would join him in the cockpit, while two other crewmembers would man the laser cannons just in case. After all, the Artificer was too small to equip a cloaking device. They had to rely on only two things to get them down to the surface: outdated clearance codes provided by Garn Tarcrulus from his artifact operation, and the age-old smugglers' art of bullshit. As soon as everyone was ready and in position, Jacen reached forward, and pulled back on a twin-pronged lever. "Hold onto your hats." Instantly, the swirling cobalt wash of hyperspace crystallised into the pinpricks of stars, and the old freighter shuddered as it reverted to realspace, the sublight engines creating a disturbing grinding noise as they kicked in. Glaring through the viewport was an orange star Jacen knew to be Horuset. They had arrived nearer the outskirts of the system, but the sun was still bright. Silhouetted against it in partial eclipse, the planet Korriban. And surrounding it like a swarm of darkflies, the Sith fleet. The Wrath of Vader Theme Jacen gasped. It was not the celestial spectacle that provoked his gasp. Nor even the flotilla of innumerable Star Cruisers, Destroyers and Ships of the Line. No, it was the single mammoth Sith warship that hung like a poised dagger in the abeyance of space between the fleet and the Artificer. From this vantage point, it appeared larger than Korriban itself, eclipsing star and planet both. It had to be at least sixty kilometers in length, defying the constraints of the moniker "Super Star Destroyer," given it was three times the size of the largest Federation SSD Jacen had ever seen, and easily fifty times the size of the Star Destroyers it was launching like fighters from its hangar bays.
Jacen recognised the profile of the ghost ship instantly. It was a ship spoken of in hushed, frightened whispers on the holonews, an ancient ruin of a leviathan that had emerged during the Dread War, and allegedly possessed the capability of destroying entire planets. Its vast hull, decorated with the profanely displayed corpses of the dead, was a shade of black so dark it would not have been visible, had it not been sillhouetted against the tombworld it guarded like a brooding behemoth. The Wrath of Vader."That's Dreadwar's ship," Slehorn whispered, his whole body beginning to shake. "Look at the size of that thing," the Trandoshan hissed. "What do we do?" Jacen swallowed. OOC: Feel free to wrap up your training/interactions aboard the Artificer at the beginning of your posts, if you want to explore (or potentially combo) that before moving onto the arrival at Korriban. Otherwise, feel free to timeskip. TAG: Darth Voidwalker , kurtishenschel
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Post by gorzan on Apr 18, 2018 21:39:56 GMT -5
IC: Neoplix
Location: Tombs
Neoplix stood, observing the room. Suddenly, he noticed something. Catalyst; he was gone! his head snapped back and forth, watching the chaos. suddenly, he heard movement on his right. He spun, and saw the blade flying towards him from the right, the ice blade crackling in the low light.
He dove to the left, sending up a fountain of coins, rolling and coming up running. He noticed the coins flying behind him, and realized what he was doing: giving away his position. He leaped through the air, catching on to one of the stone pillars, landing softly, and leaving no trace. He flexed his legs, and leaped from that pillar to the next one, landing without a trace, and hanging there, barely 20 feet from the door that had lead them here, and edged around, keeping the pillar between himself and the sword, just in case somebody could somehow see him.
Observing the battle, he raised his eyebrow. Clearly Visectrus was more confident in her abilities than the others. To confront such a great beast would be insane, especially with his resistance to the force. But what happened would happen, and with his skillset and the gear he had acquired, along with the combined might of the other sith, he was sure they'd be able to kill the foul Deshade.
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Post by Darth Dreadwar on Apr 18, 2018 22:46:46 GMT -5
IC: Doctor LakMedbay, the Triumphant , en route to the Nihil RetreatLak's hand reached down, grabbing onto Alisha's wrist to provide her support as she crouched down and retched. Her hand had pressed to her abdomen in a manner that suggested she was enduring terrible cramps and pain. Lak did not understand. Abrupt nausea? Suddenly, he was no longer so comfortable in his prognosis. Elevated white blood cell count... Temperature... Low blood pressure, high heart rate. Now vomiting. Everything about her presentation indicated an infection, or perhaps some inflammatory response...? But she had no history of autoimmune disease. Perhaps her symptoms were overlapping, but unrelated. Nausea could easily stem from concussions, after all, and she had said she had hit her head. Nurses had gathered around, now, noticing the unfolding situation. "I think," Lak began, "we should get you to a bed and hold you for observation and some further tests." But what tests? "Can you make it over there?" He pointed to the nearest unoccupied bed in the medbay, and then waved a nurse over with the same hand. "Get her a bucket," he said quietly, "and I want her on telemetry. Just in case." Ordinarily, he wouldn't have bothered, but this unfortunate young girl was, along with Lady A'dola, the commander of the Imperial fleet. For the sake of the entire fleet, it was best to be cautious. TAG: Padawan4687
IC: TarpyThe abyss, Ninushodojinyaut , dead space“Oi, Kint, Blankie,” Lemmy whispered, “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 was a mad plan, in the tarp's mind, but it just might work. However, the tarp could not help but think that the plan involved being rather too close to a giant walking flame. The fires of the demon had stretched the breadth of the passageway, before. There was no reason to suppose it would have gotten any smaller - or cooler! Kint seemed to agree. His development of the plan, aside from the addition of charges he fired off into the wall, involved getting out of the close confines of the passageway via grappling hook. To the tarp's magical vision, it had cinched tight around the pipe, and the tarp was confident it would support the weight of both Lemmy and Kint. The tarp simply unfurled itself from its frightened wad, and propelled itself into the abyss, wafting across and catching onto the pipe. The heat of the approaching demon helped its flight considerably. "Come on!" its scratchy voice called back, quietly. "I'll cover you once you're over!" The demon was rounding the corner. There was no more time to strategise. With a roar, it raised its burning, glowing scythe, and swung at Lemmy and Kint. TAG: Darth Catalyst, gorzan
IC: UnknownBeyond Shadows"Abeloth?" The strange woman blinked, paused, staring down at Ramage for a moment. Then her features creased in a slow smile. She brought a long, slender hand to her breast, chuckling delicately. "Who, me?" The laugh turned mocking. "The Shepherd told you, you say?" she said between chuckles. "I don't know this shepherd... But your insights serve you well. I am indeed known as Abeloth to some. The Lady with the Locust Heart, to others. Onrai. The Vain Goddess. The Mother." She shook her head, staring off into the reflective stone, blonde hair scintillating with unnatural brightness in the shadows of the tunnel. "So many names for a simple woman, trying to make her way in the universe." She looked back down at Ramage, flashing him a crooked smile. "What I showed you was death, dear," she said. "What I showed you also has many names. The Bogan," she inclined her head, acknowledging his reference to an old name for the dark side, "being one of them. Typhojem, others have called Him, although that is more properly a name for His high priest - His vessel in the physical plane. His true name is..." She took a breath, opened her mouth, and roared. "... DARTH NEMESIS." The instant she gave voice to those dreadful syllables, her beautiful jaw disconnected from her skull, and from her mouth emanated a terrible wave of poisonous darkness. The tunnels shook, the sheer noise of her booming, roaring voice causing the realm to quiver. Or perhaps the very fabric of Beyond Shadows trembled before the name she had invoked. Her countenance was twisted for only a second. With a blink, she appeared beautiful to Ramage once again, not one strand of hair out of place. Her voice was hoarse, however, when she spoke. "He is something more ancient than you can fathom, more ancient than the Sith as you know them, more ancient than the Republic itself - more ancient than the earliest chronicles of history. And the hour of His return is nigh." She leaned forward. There was that smile again. Cold, cruel, mocking. "And when He breaks free, so do I." TAG: darthramage
IC: Shado VaoOutside the Jedi Praxeum, Yavin IVThe Twi'lek Jedi Master was still groggy as his beaming apprentices approached him. But he wasn't going to let a little unsteadiness stop him. Rising to his feet, the Jedi Master broke into applause, smiling proudly at the performance of his charges. It was faintly unbelievable. Terentatek were monsters beyond myth. The legends said they took entire teams of the most prodigious Jedi Masters to fell. And here, this one had been defeated with Jarich's sheer ingenuity. A lasso and a speeder bike. Unbelievable."Well done, Padawan, well done," Shado said. He ran a hand across his blue brow, wiping away the sweat that had collected there. "The Force is with you. The Terentatek is slain." He turned to a Jedi Knight, who had raced out of the Praxeum's entrance. "Go back in. Tell them it's fine." Turning back to the Jedi apprentices, Shado reached out and clasped their hands in his, sandwiching their hands between his palms and shaking them vigorously. "Very well done, I mean it," he repeated, letting go. "But we have something else to figure out, now. What aroused this monster from its slumber? Terentatek, you know, are monsters spawned by the ancient Sith. They hibernate for centuries in the hidden parts of the galaxy, until the dark side stirs them from their sleep." TAG: darthramage
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Post by Darth Dreadwar on Apr 18, 2018 23:25:06 GMT -5
IC: Darth DreadwarMedbay, Sith Temple, Korriban"Good," Dreadwar replied. "Then congratulations, Lord Coatlec." It had been the first time Dreadwar had addressed him by his honorific without mockery. "You win." The Dread-King raised his gauntleted hands, and brought them together thrice with a metallic clang. It was applause, Coatlec would realise, although it was certainly not easy on the ears. When he had finished, the Sith Emperor resumed speaking. "You will go into the adjoining room," he hissed, gesturing towards a doorway, "and rest awhile. You will see certain rewards for the successful completion of your lesson. Peruse them while I speak to the Warlord." What awaited Coatlec was a small chamber of stone, its floor covered in heated, soft mats that made for easy sitting. There was a single canopy bed, veiled by luxurious curtains, beside which stood two lithe Twi'lek masseuses with their hands clasped behind their backs, waiting to provide a massage if requested. But their striking blue figures would likely not draw Coatlec's eye first. What would was the dusty, leather-bound tome sitting on the bedside table, already open to the sixteenth and seventeenth pages. The pages were filled with scribblings in what looked disturbingly like blood. The yellowed pages themselves did not appear to be either parchment or papyrus, but rather some kind of skin. The scribblings were, fortunately, in a fairly decipherable form of archaic High Galactic. They read: "Enſhielf in the c're of the trayus can beeſt found an olde art. A technique yond ſeemeth almost magical in nature, f'r t is v'rily the art of drawing on one's teen to gath'r ſtrength, and ov'rcome the limits of m'rtality. This method allows one to ſurvive any injury yond wouldſt ſlayeth a man. 'Tis not an art of healing, but an art of maintaining one's corſe in a ſtate of unnatural animation. I haſ't ſeen drawings of ancient Tſis who hath uſed this art, and their broken bodies entranc'd mine own eye. Their flesh waſt ſhriveled, liketh the fuſty fleſh of olde men. Thoſe gents hadſt the countenance and aſpect of living c'rpſes. Thoſe gents b're countleſs ſcars, impoſsible scars, like a toad, ugly and venemous ſcars yond ſpake of m'rtal injuries thoſe gents didſt ſurvive. I am confident this art can be uſed to circumvent death entirely."In the medbay, meanwhile, Dreadwar turned to Zhav'vorsa. "Warlord," he began, "I have a mission for you and Coatlec to both undertake, when he is rested from your punishment. There lurks a threat on the outskirts of our Temple, risen from the parched sands of Korriban with a thirst for Sith blood. The fools at the Department of Supernatural and Native Threats, whose job it is to detect and defend against the eldritch forces of this tombworld, have not noticed anything amiss, of course. But I sense her." The hood raised, briefly, towards the ceiling. There was a strange sniffing noise from the empty cowl, as if the Emperor were scenting the air. "I sense her, out there. And she could become a danger." TAG: Sedriss Nathemus the Conqueror , Lord Vassago ---LOOTThe Book of Pain, Agony and Anger, and How Such Things May Restore Vitality, Unless Thou Beest a Pretender to Sith Power, to wit a Jidai or lesser Jen'jidai, in which case May Thine Eyes Dim to Night and May Thy Vital Parts Shrivel to Naught
 Location: Bedside table in the medbay antechamber. Description: A dark book authored by an unknown ancient Sith or cultist. It is bound by leathered human skin, with pages of human skin. Like many old books, it has a rather long title. Its cover displays the grim visage of a skull. Function: Reading every page of this book (the contents of pages are provided by the GM) teaches the reader the godlike power of Pain. The energy of the dark side required to fuel such a power is too much for lesser Sith; it would kill them if they attempted it. But once they have reached Level 8, the reader is bestowed the power of Pain for free (in essence gaining 10 free points to spend on other powers).
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Post by Volshe on Apr 19, 2018 0:28:29 GMT -5
IC: Darth Viscretus / Empress Volshe
The False Tomb of Naga Sadow
The churning darkness just beyond her psyche stilled for a moment, as though the Dark Side itself paled at the Dashade’s roar. She dove back, crouching towards his leading side in order to guard against his next blow. Her hand rose, clutching the sword, the other about to swipe across the blade when Shira’s voice echoed from the now stilled void. Not now, she thought, trying to balance her need to understand the fate of the Triumphant with the immediate threat of one rather large Dashade, hulking towards her with a counter attack directly towards her torso. Sabba...Vassago…She darted forward, misjudging her attempt to dodge and glancing off from the Dashade’s aimed blow - wincing as she made it past and returned to a crouch to his left. Though she made even her mistake look artful, it put her at a slight - yet painful - disadvantage. Shira continued to talk, her face flickering in Viscretus’ mind’s eye, not enough to bring her to the Triumphant again...merely enough to keep her aware of her conduct thousands upon thousands of light years away. ..they are intent on our destruction…She grit her teeth as she adjusted her stance, bruised tissue protesting the move - thoughts now warring between the dire situation aboard the Triumphant and the battle she was embroiled in. ...Zakuul.It was a strange, potent curiosity that piqued first at the name. Immediately pursuing it was both surprise and fear...neither of which she could quite contain. A legend she had heard passed on from Chosen, a planet not found in thousands of years, one whose name was lost to even most historians, one yet suffused in utter mystery... “ My Hand...we shall go,” she replied, forgetting in her focussed mind that she was not aboard her flagship, but within the tomb. She did not meet eyes with any of the others, nor indulge them any attention. Her hand at last ran across the blade, igniting it. She stabbed upwards, hoping to lodge the sword within the Dashade's ribs where no immediately vital organ lie. TAG: Padawan4687, Shira, Lord Vassago, Darth Dreadwar, gorzan, dice, Darth Catalyst, trentongordon, @lordjania,TAGSET: Triumphant/UR and TAGSET: Korriban
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Post by trentongordon on Apr 19, 2018 1:28:39 GMT -5
IC: So'Kard Location: False Tomb of Naga Sadow So'Kard saw the sword coming towards him. He let it enter him with little to no resistance. The flames lapped at his hide and they cauterized the wound. He then laughed. He knew he'd hit her once and now he had her where he wanted her. "You have stuck your blade within me. For that I will try not to damage your skull. Instead I shall take it with me and leave it outside this tomb as a warning." He gripped the flat sides of the blade and held it within his hands. The flames hurt less so then they annoyed him. He held it firmly and smiled. This smile was not a good smile that spread kindness and joy. It was one of a sadistic killer. One who took joy in fighting. This smile was one of a cold blooded killer that enjoyed when his prey put up a fight. He pulled it out and attempted to pull it away from his opponent. If he succeeded he'd then toss it behind him. If he failed or succeeded in wresting control of the sword away from her he'd throw a straight right at her sternum which would be followed by a forward kick to her knee in an attempt to destroy her ability to breath and then to disable most of her movement as well as to induce mass pain before he ripped her head off. Tag: @darth Catalyst, gorzan, dice, Shira, Padawan4687, @darth Dreadwar, @volshe |
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Post by darthramage on Apr 19, 2018 1:32:53 GMT -5
IC: Darth RamageBeyond Shadows"Abeloth?" The strange woman said as she paused, staring down at Ramage for a moment smiling. "Who, me?" She gestured mockingly as her smile turned to laughter. "The Shepherd told you, you say?" she said, still laughing. "I don't know this Shepherd... But your insights serve you well. I am indeed known as Abeloth to some. The Lady with the Locust Heart, to others. Onrai. The Vain Goddess. The Mother." Images of his early tutelage under Darth Guile flashed before him, lectures on the "Force users" as Guile had simply called them. The Father, bringer of balance. The Son, avatar of the dark side. The Daughter, champion of light. The Mother, chaos. All of them were described as gods, Ramage previously assumed their stories to have been mythical. Perhaps from the beginning of galactic memory. "So many names for a simple woman, trying to make her way in the universe." Mother's words snapped Ramage back from his thoughts. He met her gaze as she looked back down at the Sith, again smiling at him. "What I showed you was death, dear," she said. "What I showed you also has many names. The Bogan, being one of them. Typhojem, others have called Him, although that is more properly a name for His high priest - His vessel in the physical plane. His true name is..."The next breath she released brought destruction with its name.
 - Mother Dearest"...DARTH NEMESIS."Blackness poured from abeloths now unhinged jaw, The tunnels behind Ramage began to break, the raw dark side power seemingly invoked byt this being's name tore the fabric of Beyond Shadows. In that instant, Ramage could perceive numerous silhouettes through the tear in the force. Obscured by a powerful dark side nexus, yet there. One of the figures seemed familiar. Reaching out, Ramage felt the familiar presence of his new apprentice as well as several other apparent " Sith." And then suddenly one more, this one was faint but unmistakable, Dashade. Ramage was mortified. Jania Kio, his only potential ally in the material plane was inside an ancient Sith tomb. Calling out to her through this tear in the force was risky, but he had to warn her. “Apprentice, do not free that beast and make it yours! It will turn! It will serve me upon my arrival.” He could tell that his words had reached her, but it was clear that some distortion of the dark side nexus had perverted his message when Jania Kio walked forward and confronted the beast. “Apprentice! I’m sorry but you must give up!” He said, to her again. “Master I can handle this beast. Just give me the chance..” He heard her telepathic reply come through this time. “If you want to preserve your life, you’ll stop trying to change the beast's mind. Protect yourself so you may serve me well Apprentice.”He watched in horror as the force exploded around her and the Nexus disappeared before him. The distortions emanating from Abeloth subsided, Ramage saw that she was once again in her pristine form. When she spoke, however, it was as if her voice had been distorted by the previous effort. "He is something more ancient than you can fathom, more ancient than the Sith as you know them, more ancient than the Republic itself - more ancient than the earliest chronicles of history. And the hour of His return is nigh." Smiling once again she finished. "And when He breaks free, so do I.""And what purpose does showing me all of this serve, Dearest, Mother? I cannot affect my own freedom from this plane, much less help free this entity you name, or yourself. What do you wish from me?" He asked carefully, knowing that upsetting this creature could spell his doom. Darth Dreadwar ,
IC: Jarich Skywalker / Rhaneris
YAVIN IV Praxeum Grounds
The two young Padawan turned and approached their beaming master as he stood, and in a move quite out of character for the normally critical Jedi Master, he broke into applause. Jarich couldn't help himself now. "I suppose this deserves a Knightship? Eh, Master Vao?" Jarich boasted loudly. "Well done, Padawan, well done," was the reply, mostly ignoring Jarich's potentially prophetic statement. "The Force is with you. The Terentatek is slain." The Twi'Lek continued. Turning, Master Vao called to another Jedi "Go back in. Tell them it's fine."
Skywalker was incredulous. He had just killed a Tarentatek, and all he was getting was "The force is with you."
"Kill Him"
Jarich was startled as his Master reached out and clasped his hands "Very well done, I mean it," Vao said, letting go. Seemingly unaware of the voice that had just spoken. "But we have something else to figure out, now. What aroused this monster from its slumber? Terentatek, you know, are monsters spawned by the ancient Sith. They hibernate for centuries in the hidden parts of the galaxy, until the dark side stirs them from their sleep."
"The Dark Side" The words hung in Jarich's mind like a momentary fog.
"Oh Master, We just covered Grandmaster Luke's purges of Yavin last cycle in history class. There is no Dark Side left on the moon." Rhaneris said with amusing finality. "The Jedi have been across almost every inch of jungle and swamp, I guess just not this inch. I read that those beasts are sometimes used as sentinels to guard old tombs or relics. Maybe this is the site of some old Sith Lord or something, though to be honest, all these pyramids look alike to me."
"I don't know, Rhany," Jarich said, distantly. "Doesn't something feel weird about this to you?"
As he finished, yet another chill gust frenzied the nearby tree canopy. Dead leaves began to swirl subtly around the three Jedi.
Unslinging his Saber rifle from his back, Jarich held up the Tarentatek tooth trophy he had claimed, comparing it to his current barrel shroud. The persistent trouble with his 'toy' was overheating, more than five shots in a few minutes would melt the lightsaber held inside the weapon as a power source. If his bets were right, this tooth could be hollowed out and used as a lightweight energy diffusing shroud which would allow him more versatility with the rifle.
"I want to help in the investigation Master." Jarich said, without looking up from his weapon.
Rhaneris was shocked. Since when had he ever taken initiative in anything other than modifying that gun?
"I.. ah.. I guess I do too then." She said, grilling her elbow into Skywalker's side. "To protect him, incase any more Tarentatek show up."
"Kill Her"
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Post by Darth Catalyst on Apr 19, 2018 14:03:36 GMT -5
IC Darth Catalyst Treasure room, Beneath Sadow's tomb
The frosty sword sailed through the air and landed within another pile of coins. Catalyst grinned as he saw a shower of treasure rise from nearby. Clearly the Gen’Dai had seen it coming and dodged. The coins rose in another flurry. When they didn’t move after that, his grin slacked to a smirk. Neoplix must have done the same thing he had and jumped away from anything that would reveal himself. Catalyst had succeeded at that lesson then. He looked towards the battle that was taking place with the Dashade. Viscretus had impaled him with the flaming sword from the wall but the brute seemed unfazed, going so far as to leave the blade hanging from his torso to continue his attack. Catalyst saw another opening. Still cloaked by the Force, he telekinetically reached out for the sword of ice again. He pulled it from its resting place and brought it sailing in a circle around the treasure room, giving it time to build up speed before he sent it like a spear towards the Dashade’s back, aiming to stick the blade right next to where its fiery counterpart had been. He grinned to himself. I can see why Traya lauded the benefits of telekinetic combat.
He looked around the room gleefully for another weapon to throw. Now is where I could really use that Gen’Dai. He glimpsed the lanvarok in Apollyon’s hand and shook his head. There was no way she wouldn’t recognize his antics if it was pulled from her grasp. The acolyte, Jania, seemed to finally have her artifacts under control. Catalyst briefly debated tossing her into the fray. While it would be comical, the destruction that her amulets had caused already was substantial enough and Catalyst didn’t want to risk collapsing the whole cave. Clearly, acolyte tossing was a less than viable option for this battle. He next looked to the assassins. One of them had just picked up a spear, which Catalyst knew he would have no problem taking if need be. But why throw just a spear, when a warrior can accompany it? He grinned and slipped on one of the climbing gauntlets again. The assassins had proven volatile, so he didn’t want to be on the ground if they figured out he was using them as a portable weapon. A high leap brought him to the side of a pillar and he clung there with the gauntlet. For now he would wait. If Viscretus seemed like she needed more help, he’d be sure to send it her way.
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Post by dice on Apr 19, 2018 23:04:36 GMT -5
IC: Darth XirrTreasure Room, Catacombs, Tomb of Naga Sadow, Korriban Xirr's attention lapsed for but a few moments as he began to slip on pieces of the Armor before anyone else could heckle him for it. When he looked back to the group and its happenings, he saw Jania moving to release the Dashade. "Jania no, you fool!" He called in vain from too far across the room for the initiate to hear him. Xirr tugged on the cuffs of his newly donned gloves, stretching his fingers in an attempt to loosen the fingers of the gauntlet that had stiffened with age over thousands of years in the catacombs. As the Dashade fell clumsily from his thousand year stasis onto the onyx floor of the treasure room, Xirr instinctively pulled his lightsabers to his grasp and hit the ignition switches. Nothing. Kriff! I'd forgotten the effects the dark side presence in this place has had on our equipment! He quickly put them back on his belt and moved for the other artifact that he'd had his eye on since the party had entered the room: The Ice Sword. Just as he moved to pull the weapon to his hand, it was wrenched from its pedestal, leaving but a trail of frozen air and mist in its wake. The sword moved with a strange sentience, flying quickly back into the piles of gold coins. Xirr quickly realized what had happened when he noticed that both Neoplix and Catalyst were gone. Catalyst was attempting to skewer the Gen'Dai for making off with the invisibility wraps! Moments before the sword impacted the pile of coins, hundreds of others flew up in the wake of what Xirr could only assume was Neoplix's frantic flight to escape the icy blade. Xirr looked for the other two swords but they were also gone! One had been used to impale the Dashade, he saw, and the other had been taken by Neoplix but moments ago. Kriff! Xirr thought again, frantically searching for another weapon as he shook a bit of his long ashen hair out of his face. The Icy Sword moved once more, this time flying briskly towards the exposed back of the Dashade. Xirr knew immediately what his plan was to be. He took off on foot across the room towards the ongoing battle with the Dashade. He leaped over a pile of glittering trinkets, landing gracefully on the other side, and just before the Icy Blade penetrated the exposed flesh of the beast's back, Xirr reached out with the force, wrenching the blade from it's course before it impacted the monster turning him to solid ice. As the blade flew through the air towards him, now free of the grip of Catalyst's force induced flight, he shot a gauntleted hand into the air, catching the blade by the hilt with the satisfying *thud* of leather on leather. Xirr quickly broke down into a fighting stance typical of form IV, twirling the newly acquired weapon in his hand to get a feel for the weight in comparison to his nearly weightless lightsabers. "Alright, you ugly son-of-a Bantha, let's dance," Xirr said, almost taunting the Dashade to come for him, Xirr knew he would be ready. But would the Dashade be ready for him? TAG: Darth Dreadwar, Volshe, Shira, Darth Catalyst, Padawan4687, gorzan,@lordjania, trentongordon
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Post by gorzan on Apr 20, 2018 2:26:43 GMT -5
IC: Neoplix
Location: Tombs
Neoplix watched as everyone began to focus their attacks on the Dashade. Visectrus with her stab, Catalyst with his telekinesis, and Xirr with his blade. He sighed. The Dashade was clearly a powerful threat if everyone was abandoning their quarrels with each other to try to handle it. But was it worth it to intervene? Neoplix frowned.
“Kriff,” he muttered, the sound kept silent by the rags. “Here we go again.” He leapt thrice more, landing on pillar after pillar, leaving no trace, until he was behind the great beast. He watched as catalyst flung his sword, and then let go, coming down directly behind the Dashade, swinging his blade with enormous speed, aiming to Reave open his back, his stealth rendering the blow undetectable.
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Post by darthferos on Apr 20, 2018 12:14:07 GMT -5
IC: Darth Feros Docking Bay 418 Nar Shaddah That explained it. Kubjo. Filthy worm. But he had provided Reaper with some things. And if not Sith, Reaper was of the Dark Side. And he hadnt crossed Feros. "Well I suppose they didn't come at the order of my lady. They're here for you. What is it Kubjo is delivering things to you for anyway?" Feros asked Reaper. He was curious why Maladi would send him to anyone dealing with Hutts. Feros hated hutts. And then the crashing and scraping of metal echoed through the hanger. Corvar. He was still on that ship. Feros extended his force awareness and felt the man still alive. Good. Feros turned and started to walk back towards the crashed freighter. Corvar was still there. And he may need some help. Besides. Feros owed the pilot of that ship. Darth Catalyst darthkain7 trentongordon |
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Post by kurtishenschel on Apr 21, 2018 17:24:59 GMT -5
IC: Karina The Artificer, entering the Horuset system Karina got up as they came out of hyperspace and adjusted the newly acquired coat she wore before looking to Voidwalker. "We better get to the cockpit and see what we have to sneak past. Usually blockades aren't all that bad but judging from the sound of his voice it isn't pretty." She turned and walked out heading down to the cockpit eager to see what kind of welcome party they should expect. Walking in she immediately noticed the flagship dwarfing the rest of the fleet, she saw a few fleets in her time and was used to capital ships but the term hardly felt appropriate to use on the behemoth they were currently staring down. Giving a slight laugh she nudged Voidwalker as he came in "I guess they're compensating for something with a ship that big." Shifting her focus to the captain she knew he was nervous and couldn't blame him but now wasn't the time to get gun shy. "Captain how about we wait until we are just about to come in range of their scanners and power down everything? I doubt debris is that uncommon so if we let the ship drift under that big one they might not notice us until it's too late. When we get behind it we can power everything up and make a break for the surface before they come about to fire." She looked to Voidwalker to see what he thought of the plan since he was in charge now and had final say over what plan they went with. "Unless you've got a better plan you want to go with." Tags: Darth Dreadwar @darth Voidwalker |
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Post by Arcane on Apr 21, 2018 18:08:48 GMT -5
IC: Arcane Supply Depot, Sith Temple, Korriban Arcane turned quickly and began his brisk walk to the bestiary. His mind wandering to his home world as he passed through the dining hall. Reminiscing about the tall, sturdy trees where they would make their homes. The wooden bridges linking all of the trees, making a tribe feel safe and linked with one another. He exited the dining hall and through the twisting paths to the bestiary. He heard them. The beasts. All different breeds. All different calls. The smells. The sights of those magnificent beasts. It was his time. He pulled an old Chronometer out of his robes and checked the time. A few seconds left. He glanced at the different beasts. Which shall he open? The time was ticking away, so he began opening the stalls of some of more the docile creatures. Bantha. He slid the gate open and threw in a large smoke grenade to startle them. //It's now or never!// The smoke began to fill the enclosure and leak out into the room. The Bantha began to stampede. He slipped over to another enclosure, the Tuk'ata. He knew they would chase the Bantha as they were their prey. They bounded out of their enclosure with powerful leaps. Next, some Pelko Bugs. They scattered as the doors opened and the smoke began to fill their enclosure. Last but not least, the Shyracks. They needed a distraction from above as well. The large bat-like creatures swooped overhead spilling into the halls outside of the doors. It was done. He picked up the emptied smoke grenade and began running to the tomb. He would not leave evidence at the scene. He needed to make it back to Ermir Marcus within time. His chrono now showed 3 minutes. He started to hear the screams and shouts of the other students and teachers as the creatures seeped into more populated sections. He began scanning the halls for Ermir and that machine. Students and teachers now running while the screeches and growls of the beasts filled the air. "Beasts have escaped! We need everyone here to help get them back into enclosures!" He heard someone yell in the crowded halls. Screaming, so much screaming. So much noise. This would surely drown out the drilling. It had to. TAG: Darth Dreadwar |
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Post by gorzan on Apr 22, 2018 12:58:08 GMT -5
Ic: Kint dranlor
Location: dead space, sewer chamber
Kint spun, looking back into the tunnel as the noise intensified. His eyes widened in shock, seeing the beast so close. "GO," he shouted, slamming the button on the spool that was clipped to Lemmy's waist.
They shot skyward, the spool reeling them in, Kint opening fire with his rifle, drawing the beast further out. As it passed the explosives, he grinned behind the helmet. "Perfect."
He reached out with the force, and yanked, simultaneously detonating the explosives causing a shockwave of force to slam into the beast's back at the same time as the force pull grabbed him from the front.
The goal was to yank him off the small ledge, and send him toppling to the dark, oily substance below, clearing the path for Kint and Lemmy.
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Post by Lord Vassago on Apr 22, 2018 18:13:46 GMT -5
IC: Warlord Zhav'vorsa Imperial Medbay, Sith Temple, KorribanThe robed figure slowly clapped, producing a hideous sound from his covered hands, and congratulated Coatlec for emerging victorious. Zhav snorted a laugh, air pushing from his nostrils, and nodded slowly while chewing at the inside of his cheek. What type of victory is awarded to a man that can barely walk? What victory is it that this Coatlec claims when he can hardly see straight, due to swelling and bruises around his eyes, Zhav’vorsa wondered to himself. Completely hallow, he thought, answering his own question. He smirked, his lips curling beneath the untamed whiskers of his beard, and turned his scarred face to the robed figure of Dreadwar. While Zhav was silently judging Coatlec on being rewarded for such a shallow victory, Dreadwar spoke of a rising threat on the outskirts of the temple, in the red sands. He referred to the threat as ‘she’, something that caught Zhav’s attention. It was clear the eldritch figure was familiar with the threat, whatever it may be. “ If it’s a hunt,” Zhav’vorsa began, crossing his arms over his broad chest “ then I will track the beast to the deepest tombs of this dead planet.” He uncrossed his brawny arms from his chest and began tightening his wrist straps, wringing his hands. He’d hunted beasts large and small, from Womprats to Rancor, and returned victorious. Not just beasts, though – he’d also hunted men and women, warriors and sorcerers alike. The likes of common thugs to trained soldiers, bounty hunters even, to the Witches of his home planet, Dathomir. He was well versed in the art of the hunt and had no fear of this rising threat that Dreadwar spoke off… TAG: Darth Dreadwar , Sedriss Nathemus the Conqueror
IC: Sabba AeolianAboard The Triumphant , hyperspace, en route to the Nihil RetreatSage of Dwartii, she questioned inwardly, confused by the name. An Empire in the stars and an Empress aboard the ship? Her mind ran at lightning speed, trying to keep up with these new ideas and their implications; coupled with the ever-growing world of power and mystical arts that her Master allowed only glimpses of, she was beginning to feel overwhelmed. Scared, even. She had no idea what her place was, not on the ship, or in the scheme of things that transpired around her on a daily basis. She felt completely out of place. “This is Sabba,” Shira began, knocking Sabba from her mental fog. The young woman had hardly noticed the imposing sight of the Empress, exquisitely dressed and lovely, had reached a hand out to her, inquiring who she was. Sabba had never met royalty before. To say she was nervous, a bit confused on etiquette, was a complete understatement. Sabba bowed out of instinct, or habit – her mind had no other way to properly respond. She swallowed hard while bowing, her face hidden behind her fiery red hair. She was nervous. Almost as nervous as when she first met her Master. She felt so unprepared. She returned to an upright stance, brushing her hair, thick and still full of various decorations, back over her shoulder. She stood silently while Shira and the Empress conversed, not wanting to interject or speak out of turn; her Master always reminded her that she was not so speak unless spoken to when in the presence of superiors. She had questions, some regarding the Empress, some about the Sages of Dwartii, others about the Empire…it was all so new to her. The Galaxy, and everything in it, was a mystery to her, and she seemed to uncover a new piece of it at every turn. TAG Shira , Volshe , Darth Dreadwar
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Post by Darth Voidwalker on Apr 22, 2018 23:00:11 GMT -5
IC: Voidwalker The Artificer, entering the Horuset system Voidwalker followed Karina into the cockpit where the rejoin Captain Thilly as they all stared at the monstrous ship that was eclipsing Korriban. Karina had tried to make light of the situation with a joke to Voidwalker “I guess they're compensating for something with a ship that big.” Voidwalker could only stare in awe of the massive size of the Sith Warship. He had never seen a ship as large as this in his entirety. Karina must have sensed the shock in Draven, so she took charge and spoke up before addressing him again. “Captain how about we wait until we are just about to come in range of their scanners and power down everything? I doubt debris is that uncommon so if we let the ship drift under that big one they might not notice us until it's too late. When we get behind it we can power everything up and make a break for the surface before they come about to fire. Unless you've got a better plan you want to go with." Admittedly Voidwalker had no other ideas, this was a situation that was out of his area of knowledge. No matter how much he might have wanted to, his pride would never allow him to openly admit that he didn’t know what to do or if there was anything they could do. Pushing any and all doubts or fears he might have shown down away from his surface before responding in his most confident sounding voice as possible. “Karina, you and the Captain have more experience in blockades than I do, but that plan sounds insane. Which is exactly why it’ll work. It’s unexpected, now let’s get down to the surface! I have business that I’ve inherited and an artifact to reclaim.” After his small speech, Voidwalker stepped out of the cockpit and back into the main hold where he tried to reflect on the current situation. Only through some divine miracle is this crazy plan going to work. I should have thought of something better! That warship is going to be a problem. Voidwalker sat on a couch with his eyes closed, opening himself up to the Force. With his senses heightened he could feel each living being on the ship, but he had to do more than that. He needed to reach out and feel past just the Artificer. Refocusing his efforts to move past the ship and allowed his mind to drift for a few moment before his eyes shot open and he was covered in a cold sweat, breathing heavily as if he’d done battle. Coldness....emptiness....what is that thing?TAG: Darth Dreadwar kurtishenschel |
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Post by trentongordon on Apr 22, 2018 23:37:55 GMT -5
IC: So'Kard Location: Soon to be with the force for now False tomb of Naga Sadow So'Kard his attempt to wrest the sword from Viscretus was interrupted by a slash in his back and with the slash came a feeling of something entering his blood stream. He felt the gash in his back as well but the poison that was on the sword was the more noticeable of the two. The gash he could ignore due to his training but the poison he had never been able to become immune to and it felt unfamiliar. He kicked backwards at the man he couldn't see, even if he could turn, and put his force behind it. The sword in his ribs already moved and sent pain signals to his brain. His vision was fading to red as his rage flared but he remained calm, somewhat. After his kick backwards he pushed forward towards Viscretus as the sword pushed through him like a kebab. He then reached out for her throat and picked her up. The pain in his back and in his ribs continued until he could feel almost nothing. The only explanation would be he had died. He had died before he could squeeze the life out of the woman. As he left for the force he gave them a clap. They worked together to defeat him but were dishonorable. He still felt respect towards them. He felt the most respect for the woman who had challenged him. She was brave enough to face him alone and spoke his language. Truly a Sith Lord he would remember. As a feeling of becoming all yet none washed over his soul he felt glee and yet anger. He felt bliss and terror. He felt one with the force. Tag: Darth Dreadwar, @volshe, Shira, @padawan4816?, gorzan, dice, @darth Catalyst |
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Post by darthkain7 on Apr 23, 2018 0:31:47 GMT -5
Character Summary:Name/Title: Zul’tar Age: 48 Standard Years Old Sex: Male Species: Human Homeworld: Dathomir Occupation: Exile Height: 5’10” Appearance: A short yet rather brute of a man that could be described as very muscular. He has pale skin, (graying) black hair that has been shaven in his recent captivity, and a beard that reaches his collarbone. A vertical scar travels across most of his body, from just above his left eye down to his left knee, as well as various other marks across his body from the battles he's been in and the beasts he's fought. His eyes are a piercing green. Weapons: Enchanted Battle Axe, made to be lightsaber resistant, and a bow that he can fire with incredible accuracy. Equipment: An old wedding ring that he never takes off; holds incredible significance to him. Description of Abilities: Zul’tar is a monster in combat, breaking the bodies of his opponents through his sheer power and skill, and he also possesses the ability to break their spirit with his quite effective usage of Dun Moch. Just as well, he's a threat at a distance with his bow, using it when he must kill quietly. He also has training in the martial arts of Stava and Thrar'kor. Personality: Zul'tar is quiet and stubborn, often he would rather sulk in his hut on Dathomir than venture into the unknown, despite his past as a fierce warrior. He will do everything in his power to avoid conflict, learning in his exile that a beast doesn't attack if you do not make yourself a threat. When in confrontation, he is violent and wisecracking. When he has a goal in mind, nothing can stand in his way and survive his wrath. Biography: Zul'tar is a Nightbrother, a human born on Dathomir with a talent for war. He rose through the ranks of his clan rather quickly due to his sheer ferocity in battle, but everything changed the day he met his one true love. She was from another world, a human like himself. Her name was Delylah, and she was the only thing he ever cared about. The clan grew wary of his affection for her, knowing that love could weaken as much as it could strengthen. Zul'tar’s world came crashing down when he found the corpse of Delylah, who was to soon give birth to their child. She had been kidnapped by foul cultists, and he wasn't strong enough or fast enough to save her. Since her funeral, which he alone attended, he has willingly gone into exile, living in the wilds of Dathomir on his own. If he wasn't strong enough to save his love, how could he be strong enough to serve his clan? Rank/Level: Nightbrother (Apprentice 1) Class: Warrior SkillsForce Push/Pull - 1
Force Whirlwind - 1
Dathomirian Healing - 1
Force Jump - 1
Force Defense - 1
Force Choke - 1
Force Stasis - 1
Beast Control - 1Attachments:
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Post by Darth Dreadwar on Apr 23, 2018 13:14:59 GMT -5
GM Notification:So'Kard has been killed. Our first player death!  RIP. Tags: Tomb, trentongordon, gorzan
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Post by Darth Catalyst on Apr 23, 2018 16:35:44 GMT -5
IC Lemmy The abyss, Ninushodojinyaut, dead space
Lemmy made another involuntary noise as the pulley system that Kint employed wrenched him from his feet and away from the white hot scythe swinging his way. This time it was less a grunt, and more of a squeal. As they ascended, he moved one of his hands down to his groin and groaned at Kint. “Little… warning… next time,” he seethed at the mercenary through gritted teeth. He was thankful for the assistance to be sure, but unsure of the mechanisms Kint had used to hook the grappler to his belt. He took a potshot at the demon with his cannon as they rose towards the ceiling but was not terribly concerned with actually hitting it. He thought long and hard about hitting Kint instead, but decided the aggression wasn’t worth it. The Masarian had a plan clearly and Lemmy decided to watch it play out for the time being.
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Post by Darth Catalyst on Apr 24, 2018 10:44:35 GMT -5
IC D-3PO and the rapidly diminishing Tranquility Crew Docking Bay 416, Nar Shaddaa
“Mister Reaper!” D-3PO followed the Darksider on the ship when Feros decided to wander off. “What of this new crew member?” He was of course referring to the Miraluka girl that was still slouched over Reaper’s shoulder. “She seems to be most out of sorts. Shall I prepare the bacta tank for her? I was unaware we were picking up additional personnel. Aside from Mister Feros, of course.”
Corvar’s quick thinking had a slightly less favorable effect this time around. The blast of Force power he sent from his palms did a little to slow his fall, but the majority of the force was directed at the door. The durasteel cracked and bent under the pressure, and where Corvar had looked to stop, there was now a hole in the door below him. Corvar would readily see Reaper's lightsaber plummet past him and into the corridor that connected to the rest of the ship. The pilot watched with glee as his problems all fell away behind him. He unclipped himself from his seat and slid open a panel in the floor beneath his console. “Sorry K,” he spoke low and forlornly. “You were always the best damn engineer in the ‘verse.” He crawled under the console and into the inner workings of the ship.
Outside the ship, authorities were gathering. A hatch opened near the front and the Zeltron scrambled out of the ship. Once his feet hit the ground he took off in a run through the crowd. He looked behind him and smirked. Finally it seemed he had left these crazy Sith freaks behind. Now, he just needed to find his wife and- his thoughts were interrupted by the man that he ran headlong into. A tall, red haired man with a scar running down the side of his face. A man that he instantly recognized as the one who killed his captain and attacked the rest of the crew.
“Oh kriff.”
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Post by darthkain7 on Apr 24, 2018 12:05:23 GMT -5
IC: Darth Kain
Location: Nar ShaddaaIt seemed that Corvar was too strong for his own good, for rather than bouncing off the door, he ripped through it. "Stang," he muttered as he flew past the door, and into the rest of the ship. Noticing that Reaper's lightsaber was flying alongside him, he remembered that he had his own to wield. He landed on the floor in a roll, the impact doing nothing good for his ribs. Corvar wheezed and grimaced, knowing he would definitely need some bacta treatments once he made it back to the ship. He called to Reaper's lightsaber as it clattered to the floor, and ignited both his lightsaber and Reaper's so that he may more quickly cut a hole out of the ship for him to escape from. It wasn't necessary. Corvar was sure he could just as easily find a button or switch to open the boarding ramp and simply walk away. No, this was out of spite. TAGS: Darth Catalyst trentongordon darthferos TAGSET: Corbos
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Post by darthferos on Apr 24, 2018 12:12:01 GMT -5
IC: Darth Feros Feros had seen the Zeltron run from some sort of trap door. And he could sense something. Excitement. Or happiness maybe. Something positive. Feros smiled. He smiled because the zeltron was headed straight towards him. At a dead sprint, actually. Whatever it was, Feros was going to enjoy what was about to happen. The zeltron was looking back at the ship now. He wasn't even paying attention. Feros would teach him better. He pulled his lightsaber off his belt and waited. The zeltron boy just ran right into him. The poor boy wasnt even armed. Must have lost his blaster in the tussle or the crash. Didnt matter. He now turned and looked up at Feros. His mistake hit him like a runaway speeder, and the happiness faded. It was replaced my raw fear. And Feros drank it in. Letting it fuel the dark side in him. He was also keenly aware that the zeltron was looking up at his burning red-yellow eyes. Not the lightsaber hilt aimed at his hip. "Youve caused me quite a bit of annoyance my friend. My friends as well. You should be glad i can still feel Corvar in the Force. If youd have killed him, what's about to happen would be much slower." With that Feros smiled and thumbed the igniter in his saber. Darth Catalyst darthkain7 trentongordon |
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Post by trentongordon on Apr 24, 2018 12:17:27 GMT -5
IC: Reaper Location: Nar Shaddaa Reaper watched Feros run off and shrugged. He turned to respond to D-3P0 and remembered the woman on his shoulders. "Hmmm. Yes prepare a bacta tank if you would. As for our new arrivals. We can take them with us. Perhaps the woman will have use. Maybe we could corrupt her. Kubjo maybe able to sell her. Then again she might also have information. D-3P0 does the ship have anywhere you could perform an interrogation?" He thought to himself. 'Perhaps she would have many uses. Perhaps as an apprentice. Most likely not mine. Or perhaps she has information on the Jedi temple. He might be able to make a trade for the sword if its held there at all. He would torture her for information to see what she knows.' Tag: Darth Catalyst, darthkain7, darthferos |
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Post by Darth Catalyst on Apr 24, 2018 14:48:05 GMT -5
IC D-3PO Docking Bay 416, Nar Shaddaa
D-3PO waved his arms excitedly. “As a matter of fact, Mister Reaper, the medical bay can double as a holding cell and torture chamber all in one!” he proudly proclaimed. “As an added bonus, Mighty Kubjo made sure I was updated with the latest in torture protocols. I’m not quite so skilled at it as a 21-B would be but I can make do.” The droid motioned to the still unconscious Miraluka. “Shall I have her prepared for processing, Mister Reaper?”
The Zeltron pilot stammered for a bit, but before he could get any coherent words out, the crimson blade of Feros’s lightsaber was burning through his abdomen. He looked down at the impalement with shock before locking eyes with Feros. He brought a hand up to grasp at the face of the Sith Lord and his mouth choked out a final sentence. “I am a leaf.. on the wind.” He coughed a bit before exhaling his final breath and collapsing against Feros.
A short walk away, Corvar would have little trouble carving his way out of the Tranquility. The twin plasma blades efficiently melted the durasteel plating and destroyed the internal wiring with little resistance. Warning claxons were going off behind him. It seemed that the crash landing combined with the damage to the exhaust ports had finally taken its toll on the ship’s reactor. It wouldn’t be long until the Tranquility was up in flames.
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