darthramage
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Post by darthramage on Apr 29, 2018 6:56:25 GMT -5
IC: Jarich Skywalker / Rhaneris
Yavin IV Academy Library"Be mindful of your emotions, Jarich, I sense much frustration in you." He wasn't wrong. Jarich had been mulling over the encounter he had just gone through. Jarich believed he had felt fear from the other Jedi when the Terantatek first appeared. "The dark side is slippery," Shado continued. "We did not sense this beast until it right on top of us. To truly search the dark side, one must be part of it.." What had Jarich heard in the forest after felling the abomination? "Kill her" The voice still clear in the Padawan's mind as the trio walked deeper into the Praxeum, The Jedi Master now talking to Rhaneris about the same long-dead Sith from earlier.  - Erudite Jedi ScumTurning one last corner, Jarich and Rhaneris walked behind Master Vao into the Jedi Archive. "We will find them by researching the history of the Sith, of course," Jarich looked up to see the Jedi grin, revealing sharp teeth. "Jarich, I want you... No. Rhaneris, I want you to find every single book and datapad on Exar Kun and Naga Sadow. Easy to find, the library is alphabeticised. They're mostly textbooks by Jedi Masters and historians." The Master paused and turned to the Terentatek slayer. "Jarich, I want you to come with me to the Restricted section." The makings of protest formed on Rhaneris' face. "Typical," she thought. The one Padawan on the moon who shouldn't be allowed into the restricted archives was being given the golden ticket as far as the bookworm was concerned. "As you wish, Master Vao." Rhaneris stifled her ego as any good Jedi should and embraced her task by starting in the 11th row, the K section. Jarich did not relish the idea of pouring over books, but even he was excited for a chance to enter the restricted section. "There are some original Sith documents, there. Dynasties, historical chronicles, alchemical texts." The Twi'Lek spoke as an optical laser scanned his retina and confirmed his identity, allowing the pair to enter the hall containing the sacred texts. Jarich's intrigue was momentary. More books. No mummified Sith Lords, no glowing tetragram holocrons, just bound scrolls and dusty tomes. "Start with any one," Shado said, pointing to the altar. "But take care. They are dripping with the dark side." Jarich looked at the selection, none of the books stood out to him. Honestly many seemed fairly mundane to the young Skywalker. The Fate of Naga Sadow, by Sumok Ten one book read. "Killed by some bloodthirsty rival, I'm sure." The Jedi muttered to himself, setting the book down. Two scrolls, however, did catch Jarich's eye on the other table. Walking forward he came across two scrolls bound in some strange leather. The smell of them was familiar, but the Padawan couldn't figure out why. The first, Strange Inconsistencies in Sith History, by Jorak Uln, felt very old in the boy's hands. Carefully opening it, and half expecting to see some specter appear as he unraveled the text, Jarich Skywalker began to read.
"Kill Him"
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Post by Arcane on Apr 29, 2018 9:22:39 GMT -5
IC: Arcane Entering the dungeons, Sith Temple, Korriban Arcane hurriedly dodged the students, teachers, and beasts as he made his was to the dungeons. He would occasionally purposely bump someone into a more chaotic situation as to keep everyone occupied. He ran to the staircase and glanced once more over his shoulder. He smirked. The plan was in motion. He ran to the almost completely barricaded opening. Scanning the wall he noticed the hole left for him to squeeze into. A shout from the other side echoed into his feline ears. He grabbed a few pieces of broken tables and chairs as he squeezed through and blocked the way behind him. He made it. The sounds of the beasts and students rampaging above him we're dulled. The only sound now was of Ermir Marcus and his machine. Arcane ran towards the tomb, careful to stay out of the way of the giant laser. "I'm here! I blocked my entrance as well!" He yelled to Ermir as he was drilling. "I think they'll have their hands full for a bit." He chuckled. The chaos fresh in his mind, he took a moment to reflect on it. The sights and sounds... It wasn't a war zone, as his home planet was, but it was chaos. And that... That was something that lit a fire in him like no other. "How long before we break through!?" He yelled up to Ermir. Eagerly awaiting the opening of this dark energy. His eye was beginning to sting, but he was too excited to pay it any mind. The rocks crumbled and fell slowly opening the sealed tomb. Arcane tried to keep his excitement contained until the seal was completely open. TAG: Darth Dreadwar |
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Post by darthferos on Apr 29, 2018 11:58:56 GMT -5
IC: Darth Feros Docking Hangar Nar Shaddah Feros knew what Corvar was doing. He drew his hood up and starting running back towards the freighter that Reaper and the droid were on. He couldn't help but smile. If they were going to turn the miraluka girl, killing her friends was a great way to start. And he'd deserved it. Little welp. It no longer mattered though. He was dead now. Leaf on the wind or not. His leaf had blown into a beam of plasma energy that had burnt its way through vital organs and viscera and ended his floating. "Corvar." Feros reached out with the Force. "Bay 313. One floor down. Bes'ulik fighter. Its red and grey painted. Its mine. Skorn. Take it when you can. We'll regroup in the Mists. They won't look for us there. Skorn will know where to go. Just tell R7 to go to the mists. He'll know where. Good luck." Feros hoped Corvar would make it. If not Maladi would be displeased. The thought made him shudder. He'd kill her one day. Then he wouldn't have to worry about her twisted torture or that blasted embrace anymore. Darth Catalyst darthkain7 trentongordon |
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Shira
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Post by Shira on Apr 29, 2018 18:55:41 GMT -5
IC: Shira A’dolaThe Triumphant, hyperspace, en route to the Nihil Retreat
Volshe was fading. Shira could feel her awareness ripple back and forth between here and there. Wherever there was. It seemed to the Empress’ Hand that Volshe’s effigy shimmered every few moments, a reminder that she would not stay. “My Hand ... we shall go.” Shira’s hearts tugged painfully. She would give anything to have her closest friend, her Empress, with her as they plunged into this unknown future. “Yes, my Empress,” she stated softly, unsure whether or not Volshe could even hear her, as distracted as she seemed. “We will go.”Acid green tendrils of anxiety and nervousness emanated from Sabba. Shira placed a gentle hand on the younger woman’s shoulder, smiling reassuringly. “You have nothing to be nervous of. I know this must seem like a lot for you, but I will help as much as I can. I promise.”
TAG: Volshe , Darth Dreadwar , Lord Vassago
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Post by Darth Dreadwar on Apr 29, 2018 19:16:48 GMT -5
IC: TarpyControl room, Ninushodojinyaut , dead spaceThe console screen flickered and changed, displaying an outline of the pyramid-shaped vessel with web-like lattices projected from glowing red spots over distended metal spheres protruding from its otherwise perfectly flat hull, two at its base, one near its point. Besides each spot was a red "x." Kint Dranlor had at last found the controls for the gravity well generators; indeed, if the Masarian had possessed a fluency for the ancient Sith tongue, he would have figured it quickly, for the clue was in the ship's name. Ninushodojinyaut; knotter of dark side webs, referencing its evil ability to ensnare vessels with its interdiction capabilities. But unfortunately, the ancient Sith language was an extinct one, and so only trial-and-error had guided Kint to this point. "Those look like the projectors for the interdiction fields," the tarp spoke up, analysing the display. "I doubt pressing the 'x's will disable each gravity well. This would be a protected console, not so close to the hangar bay, if that was the case. They're probably more an 'x marks the spot' for where we can." The display included an intricate map of the pyramid's labyrinthine tunnels, and the tarp could see a route to the closest generator, the one on the bottom-left. Down the passageway we initially came from, up the turbolift, left, right, left, left, and then we'll be there.The tarp could only hope the controls for deactivating the tractor beams would be at the same location. It knew such areas were likely to be heavily guarded. As for Lemmy's question... The tarp pressed itself against the screen, and began curiously folding in on itself in a motion that made it look like it was being repeatedly pinched by an invisible hand. As it had hoped, the screen zoomed out like a common datapad, displaying a rendering of not just the ship they were on, but the fleet of pyramids surrounding it - and near the periphery, a vessel every bit as large, shaped like an insect or cuttlefish and composed of darkly gleaming metal. And then the floor violently shook, and further alarms began screaming. Something had hit the ship. TAG: Darth Catalyst, gorzan
IC: Anigma and RaspirThe bridge of the Great Reap, dead spaceAnigma nodded at Hypnos' plan. The presence of one who once served their enemy was fortuitous; Anigma would not have perceived the presence of gravity well generators without Hypnos' pinpointing. She did not need to repeat Hypnos' orders; the Great Reap's eidetic crystalline matrix of a supercomputer had already analysed and detected Anigma's deference to Hypnos on the matter, and so immediately went about executing the Sith Lord's orders with maximum prejudice and unpareil efficiency. Unfurling its gargantuan metal legs like an arthropod about to pounce, the Great Reap exposed what, from the exterior, appeared to be a single glowing red eye. Angling the lens towards the bulbous pyramid, the Great Reap opened fire with a concentrated beam of crimson energy that shot through the unfathomable stretch of space in the blink of an eye. The superlaser was enough to overpower the shields of any lesser ship, but the Ninushodojinyaut was no lesser ship. It was unclear how much of the enemy's shields had been depleted by absorbing such a titanic blast, but the gravity well generators were untouched.
The Great Reap opened fire again as soon as its primary weapon had recharged, and began approaching the Ninushodojinyaut, hoping to enter secondary weapons' range. It was conscious it was one against a fleet; the other pyramid ships were already moving to reinforce the interdictor, and soon the Great Reap would be exposed to the combined firepower of an entire flotilla. Nonetheless, it swung its stygian claws towards the Ninushodojinyaut and let loose a storm of dark side energy, pumping lightning into the enemy ship's stubborn shields even as it let loose a veritable cloud of fission torpedo pods and multi-missile fusion rockets.
Their swift attack had caught the pyramids off-guard, but the Ninushodojinyaut was ready to retaliate. A swirling sphere of nebulous energy, intermingling electrical blues and plasmic reds, ponderously flew from the pyramid's tip. Hypnos would recognise it as the discharge of a particle vortex cannon; it did not need to hit them to be highly effective, as unstable electrical energy would discharge from the sphere even it missed, scorching them with multiple strikes. In addition, wriggling ribbons of baleful green power discharged from spots all across the pyramid's surface; positron scrambler beams, seeking to disrupt the Great Reap's formidable shields.
The bridge quaked beneath their feat, as the enemy energy beams made contact with the Reap's shields, while the particle vortex swirled towards them. "Shields down to 96%!" Anigma shouted over the suddenly wailing alarms. The battle had begun.
TAG: Darth Catalyst
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Post by Shira on Apr 29, 2018 20:21:52 GMT -5
IC: The Twins
The Treasure Room, False Tomb of Naga Sadow, Korriban
The twins felt a faint pull to look towards Viscretus, pulling their attention away from their newly acquired possessions to regard whatever had fascinated her, but Jania’s commanding voice cut through to something more urgent. A hulking mass of Dashade musculature was stalking towards the young woman.
“What the kriff ... ?” Scionica muttered.
“Evidently one round of bone-crushing wasn’t enough for her,” Kevala returned, low voice amused.
Scionica shook her head wonderingly, fiery curls falling into her pale face. “She either truly wishes to die or she’s the most fanatic of masochists.” Kevala merely laughed. A flicker of movement in Scionica’s peripheral caught her attention and she looked over in time to see the Gen’Dai disappear from view. She replayed the scene through her bond with Kevala, who turned, silver eyes searching the seemingly empty air. But as her eyes moved through the void space, a movement caught in her peripheral vision in turn, and she saw Catalyst disappear from view. She frowned, the puzzle more intriguing, at this moment, than the hulking mass of Dashade stalking towards Jania.
One of the swords from the chests flew through the air towards the area that Neoplix had disappeared. The resultant explosion of golden coins as he ducked from the deadly blade made Kevala snicker, a grin alighting on her face; she enjoyed the fact that these Sith indulged in ridiculous shenanigans despite imminent danger.
“My hand ... we shall go.” Viscretus’ soft proclamation made Kevala turn again, frowning. What the woman said made no sense, but she seemed ... distracted. Moreso, even, than she had seemed this past hour. Kevala thought quietly; Shira A’dola had been her Hand, her second-in-command, when she was known as Empress Volshe. But Shira was not here. She had fled with the remainder of the Empire when Marasiah Fel had forced her way back into government, so why ... ?
Scionica called her attention again, but what felt like an electric shock passed through her skull and she lost focus. Language passed through her mind without recognition and she blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of a world that had suddenly lost meaning. She grew dizzy, wavering dangerously on her feet before Scionica put a hand on her shoulder to steady her.
The moment passed, leaving Kevala confused and anxious. Her mind ran through her body looking for damage, but she found nothing beyond what she already knew existed. She exchanged a worried glance with her twin and turned back to the skirmish, but the Dashade lay still on the ground, dead. Instead of relief, or even passivity, the twins noticed that Viscretus looked irritated, almost angry. Scionica cocked her head, studying her, but her attention again changed when Apollyon snapped at everyone, telling them to look for some form of prophecy. It held no meaning for them, but they supposed the group must have been down here for a reason, despite the fact the two of them had been thrust into this mission with no fore-knowledge of the goal in mind.
"If Catalyst wants the mummy wrappings, hand it over, Gen'Dai.” Instead of merely complying, Neoplix remained unseen and his voice rang out above them a few moments later, bitter sarcasm lacing his proclamation.
“First, I sacrificed my armor, and the tomb graciously provided a replacement. But you were so kind as to keep me from the armor so clearly destined for me. Then, Jaina Kio freed the Dashade, bringing destruction down upon everyone here. But I, by using these cloths, was able to kill the feared Dashade, ending the threat. But somehow this is still not enough for you? You still stand in the way of fate, and seek to keep from me what is my right. I seek to be free of these tombs, and to travel into the depths, as do you. Let us leave it at that, and go. There is no need for this conflict.”
The twins rolled their eyes. “The first thing you did at the moment of new danger was disappear,” Kevala called, irritation dripping from her voice. “You are unworthy. You merely dissuade conflict because you know that you will lose. Just hand the tattered thing to Catalyst. Or would you rather another skirmish? Surely you know that you would lose. Or would you rather shoulder humiliation on top of losing all of your goodies? It’s your choice, I suppose.”
TAG: Darth Dreadwar, Volshe, Padawan4687, dice, @lordjania, Darth Catalyst, gorzan,
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Padawan4687
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Post by Padawan4687 on Apr 29, 2018 21:34:25 GMT -5
IC: Alisha Tano
The Triumphant Medbay, hyperspace en route to the Nihil RetreatSo much for "Getting back to work quickly"... Alisha opened her eyes with a weak cough. She must have fainted... now she was in a stiff bed with yet another needle in her arm. And kriff everything the pain in her stomach was worse! She'd take any stomach bug she ever endured over this, she'd almost prefer the pain of food poisoning over this. She gritted her teeth tightly and pushed her head against the thin pillow. Frustration was mounting fast, as well as the incessant beeping over her shoulder, what in- ...oh. A heart monitor. Her heart seemed to have forgotten what the hell a rhythm was! A ball of ice sank into Alisha's already painful stomach, and she slowly became aware of a prickling sensation across her skin. It made her think of insect stingers... if an insect could sting on the inside. She didn't know how long she'd been "out" for, but... Doctor Lak rushed in, and Alisha sorely wished she had the energy to shrug. Nothing she could think of would possibly progress this fast! "There are... only-" She coughed, trailing off. Had all this been in a day? She didn't exactly have a sunrise and sunset to base the hours off of...or even a chrono. "Three... major things happened..." Alisha attempted again, swiping a hand across her forehead, "Cyanogen gas, that black sludge, and... those half-machine things, technobeasts. That's what scratched me." She felt another coughing fit coming on and had to pause. Cyanogen gas and smoke inhalation were easily ruled out, considering they were hours ago and what she was feeling now didn't match up at all. And those scans the Doctor did earlier... ruled out viruses and infections. At least, organic viruses or infections. And there was only one thing that touched her that was completely inorganic. "Scan me again!" Alisha gasped out, horrified and pressing a hand against her mouth. "I, I need a scan for inorganic matter... maybe... metal." She swallowed hard, recalling those sickening sawblades that sat where hands and elbows were supposed to be. "The beast that cut me had blades... replacing limbs," she attempted to explain herself, realizing how odd of a request that sounded, "...that scratch, it might've... 'infected' me."TAG: Darth Dreadwar,
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dice
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Post by dice on Apr 29, 2018 23:39:33 GMT -5
IC: Darth XirrTreasure Room, Catacombs, False Tomb of Naga Sadow, Valley of The Dark Lords, Korriban. Just as Xirr was bracing to charge into the fray, the beast fell. Its back was sliced ajar with the sickening sound of metal cutting through flesh... but there was no perpetrator. None of the nearly half dozen sith standing poised to strike so much as flinched, yet the beast lay dead at their feet. The Gen'Dai... Xirr quickly realized. Quickly following the felling of the Dashade, Appolyon spoke up in an attempt to restore order. "Enough!"
Her eyes scanned the room, "If Catalyst wants the mummy wrappings, hand it over, Gen'Dai, You're all acting more like Hutts than Sith. There is a treasure more important than any trinket, here, and we have to find it. The fragment of the prophecy we came to find! It will solve the mystery of Naga Sadow - and his dire portent of doom."
Xirr shook his head, even harder once the Gen'Dai piped up again . “First, I sacrificed my armor, and the tomb graciously provided a replacement. But you were so kind as to keep me from the armor so clearly destined for me.” The sarcasm dripped from his words. “Then, Jaina Kio freed the Dashade, bringing destruction do wn upon everyone here. But I, by using these cloths, was able to kill the feared Dashade, ending the threat. But somehow this is still not enough for you? You still stand in the way of fate, and seek to keep from me what is my right. I seek to be free of these tombs, and to travel into the depths, as do you. Let us leave it at that, and go. There is no need for this conflict.” The bastard spoke of destiny, and right to a fair share of the loot from the room while hiding behind the mummy wrappings to avoid the ire of the party. Coward. Then Xirr felt another voice enter his head. Kriff... off. He immediately thought, then he heard the voice of Neoplix... asking him for a favor? "Lord Xirr. As much enmity is flying aimed at me, I assure you I bear none of you ill will. I offer you a deal: I ask simply that you use your gauntlets to re-open the gateway back to the elevator, and in return I will turn over the transformation ring of the Tuk'ata. Do we have a deal?" Xirr chuckled, his face still exposed to the open air of the treasure room. And why, pray tell... should I help you, Gen'Dai? You've caused nothing but trouble with your exploits in this room, and aside from killing the Dashade you've done nothing but incite mayhem within the party. Xirr looked to Viscretus who seemed to him to be putting up a facade of amiability towards Neoplix. And I think, judging from Viscretus, you may be inciting mayhem with that as well, Xirr scanned the room again, coming out of his combat stance and looking about for something to fashion a makeshift scabbard for his newly acquired weapon. Looking to each visible party member and giving a cordial nod to each. "Your quest," He paused for a moment, walking back over to the chest where the rest of his new armor sat, and beginning the process of removing his old suit with a series of varied pneumatic hisses and joints popping free of their sockets. Xirr looked back to the party to finish his sentence, "Is to find the missing piece of the prophecy that tells where Naga Sadow is truly buried?" He scoffed slightly. "I wasn't aware that you were all on such an important mission. The Prophecy of Naga Sadow is, after all, one of the more well known and, important for lack of a better word, prophecies known in the Empire" The armored lord stepped out of his boots as he finished his statement and began to put on the new suit. As the final pieces of his new suit of armor fell into place with a satisfying *click*, Xirr looked to the Ice Sword which he had laid next to him atop a pile of glittering trinkets, and then looked back to his old suit of armor. Quickly he went to work cutting several long pieces of cloth from his old armor to use as a makeshift back-scabbard for his newly acquired weapon. As he did so he called back to the Gen'Dai Neoplix, "Oh, and Gen'Dai. Wherever you may be, I suggest you hand the poison blade over to someone more... well versed, than yourself before it gets you in trouble"
TAG: Darth Dreadwar, Volshe, Shira, Darth Catalyst, Padawan4687, gorzan, @lordjania
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gorzan
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Post by gorzan on Apr 29, 2018 23:52:10 GMT -5
IC: Kint Dranlor Location: Space Kint nodded in response to Tarpy's words. "Down, up, left, right, left, left. Got it." He turned to lemmy. "We need to move fast. Let's hurry." He turned to run, and then the floor shuddered, the ship shaking with the impact of the Great Reap's concentrated red eye beam impacting on the ship. "Lets go! I'll take point." He turned and tore off through the corridor, using the force to augment his speed, likely leaving lemmy in his wake. But he knew he couldn't afford to wait, due to the assault on the ship. Down the corridor he went, following the directions to the letter, taking long leaping strides. He reached the turbolift in seconds, waiting for lemmy to reach him before slamming the button, and waiting for the elevator to rise. He stood impatiently, alert and jumpy as the elevator rose. He hated staying still, knowing that at any second the ship could explode or mngall mngall could attack. he glanced from side to side, waiting and waiting. As soon as the doors opened, he tore off once more, sprinting left, then right, then turning left two more times. The hallway flashed past, and he kicked off the walls as he ran around the corner, doing his best to maintain momentum. Tags: Darth Catalyst Darth Dreadwar |
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Post by Sedriss Nathemus the Conqueror on Apr 30, 2018 2:47:56 GMT -5
IC: Darth Coatlec
Location: Imperial Medbay, Sith Temple, Korriban
The beatings were over. The loss had been taken. It was nearly time for a win. "Good," the ethereal Emperor hissed. "Then congratulations, Lord Coatlec. You win." The great Emperor then raised his gauntleted hands in a measure of applause, though it was certainly not a pleasant sound for the ears to hear. "You will go into the adjoining room and rest awhile. You will see certain rewards for the successful completion of your lesson. Peruse them while I speak to the Warlord," Dreadwar continued. And so Coatlec walked into the other room. Rewards, excellent. Excellent indeed. Unexpectedly, he went to the Twi'lek women for a massage first instead of the book.
It was a great massage indeed, and Coatlec certainly needed it to begin his rest and recovery. But the book was his true interest. After receiving so much pain in the last couple days, it was time to begin to channel that pain. Through his study of history, Coatlec knew of the art of Pain from the ancient Lord Sion of the Sith Triumvirate. It was a technique used to hold the flesh of a Sith together and bring them past the brink of death, in order to stay alive forever, in theory. "Milord, I believe His Majesty was expecting you would be more interested in the book," "I am indeed more interested in the book, but I needed to regain some strength first. I should be a little better," spoke the illustrious bastard.
As he rose to his feet and walked over to the book, the page it was open to had an old, yet decipherable, tongue of High Galactic. It 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."
"It is the art of Pain," said Coatlec. "This must be a book full of the knowledge of this power. It speaks of the Core of Trayus, and it speaks of the scars that come along with overcoming the limits of mortality. This is indeed most glorious." And so Coatlec read and re-read the page, three times over, before he flipped the right page to the left side in anticipation of what he would see on the next page. The art of Pain would require a lot of physical and psychological pain, but it would be well worth it in the end if Coatlec were to learn this art. He would certainly read every single page of this book.
TAG: Darth Dreadwar, Lord Vassago
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Post by Deleted on Apr 30, 2018 10:45:10 GMT -5
IC: Darth Solus
Location: The Citadel, Dromund KaasSo, they dropped. Down the hole towards the fires in the belly of the beast. Every inch the heat rose as did the threat. Finally, they came to a landing at the entrance of the glass tunnel. Solus was met but the dull rasp of Nostrem’s voice. “So glad you could join me Lords!” His mocking tone was not lost on the sith. Solus’ smile hidden by his mask. This dead sith lord spoke as if he had true value. One of us is alive and thriving. Solus’ smile remained despite the unbearable heat within the tunnel. “You’ve made it just as far as the peons who had to service these forsaken passages.”Still as the dead lord spoke his words oozed with scorn. His bleeding self-righteous nature clearly making its way into his words. You will fail in the end. Solus’ thoughts drifted as the heat ate at his body. It was no worse than the torture his previous master put him through all those years ago. His eye twitched at the thought of her abuse. “Let’s see how much further you can make it.”
The words of the ancient sith passed through him. Solus knew they would complete their mission. It may suck and may be exhausting, but they would reach the end. Deleritas itched with desire to move. “Sir, I can see the end.”He’s going to run. The thought barely reached Solus’ mind before Deleritas had taken off running. The smell of Deleritas’ burning shoes filled the thick, hot air. All Solus mustered was a sigh. Then in a flurry he called upon the force to protect him. His cryokinetic ability created a thin layer of ice across Solus’ skin. He lifted his foot and ran. Allowing his faith in the force to carry him faster. Deleritas was at risk and Solus knew it. You fool. Have you learned nothing?! Patience!! I will not waste you in such a place. Deleritas was a good apprentice. In truth, he taught Solus a lot as well. The kid was a keen hunter, and had abilities Solus hadn’t expected. However, those same talents would be his demise if he wasn’t careful. He relied too much on an animalistic instinct. I’m in trouble, run. In times he lacked patience and the discipline to embrace the suck. For now, Solus could only hope that Deleritas made it to the other side. Darth Catalyst, Deleritas
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Post by Deleritas on Apr 30, 2018 10:45:32 GMT -5
Combo Post with Darth Solus IC: Darth Deleritas Part XI Location: Beneath the Citadel, Kaas City, Dromund Kaas Doing a little a jig; tip-tapping my toes on the hot tin roof that was the floor that Solus and I now stood on. “Sir.” I said continuing to dance. “I can see the end.” Glancing down the hallway. I don’t mind the heat. I thought to myself. But, this is some next level heat…it’s one thing if it’s just hot like a summer’s day on Trandosha. It’s a whole other thing to be baking in an oven. And. I. Was. Running. I sprinted for the light at the end of the tunnel. I had no idea what lay in wait for me there, but whatever it was, it had to be better than here. Darth Solus, Darth Catalyst |
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Padawan4687
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Post by Padawan4687 on Apr 30, 2018 18:13:32 GMT -5
IC: Robyn Shaire
Location: Beneath Sadow's Tomb, Catacombs, Valley of the Dark Lords, Korriban... ? Something was different, from the moment Robyn started really looking at that strange black and gold amulet. Suddenly she wasn't in the tomb anymore... and the Sith company she held were "gone". The dizzying dark power likewise dissolved from her mind. The all encompassing feeling of "danger" that this tomb, and indeed the whole planet of Korriban was washed away and replaced with warmth and safety... ________
She was trying to hold a storybook... a big and heavy one. Either this book was truly huge, or Robyn's hands were... That thought train promptly derailed as she took in a larger pair of hands around her own. She was beginning to hear a voice too, thick and far away as though submerged in water. But still... so familiar.
"...And then the army of bad guys surrounded Qa's world," the faraway voice burst into clarity, her father's voice... Ventus Shaire, in a memory that seemed clear enough to reach out and touch. She could even see the brown fuzz on his chin, just at the edge of her vision. Small hands tightened against the book cover, and Robyn felt a sob growing in her chest. How old was she here, five?
She leaned back against her father’s chest as he continued reading, snuggling further into him. It was only a memory… but kriff, Robyn wanted nothing more than to remain sitting right there, learning what a blockade was... and how the bad guys went "poof"...
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This wasn’t just a memory, it was caused by that pendant! What the… what the hell did that strange pendant have to do with Robyn and her childhood? Or her father?! It was that thought that broke her trance. Darkness rushed back in, and Robyn flashed back to her proper age and time. No more warmth or safety… and no more of her father’s stories. She clutched the necklace tightly to her chest, fighting tears with all of her willpower. The other Sith seemed to be squabbling over their pickings… and Lady Viscretus just shoved past to seize the black and gold holocron. That was MINE you thieving harpy! The possessive snarl kept firmly contained in Robyn’s throat. It wouldn’t be worth any effort, and she had more than enough on her mind anyway. She tried to keep focus on the pendant in her hands, tuning out most of the arguing… At least, until Apollyon decided to scream. Unbelievable… wasn’t the warning specifically not to touch the giant stasis chamber? Or however Lord Catalyst put it? Robyn shook her head roughly, just enough to duck and rush away from the blast zone. She cleanly forgot the ranged weapons attached to her wrists in that moment, steering clear until the released beast… the Dashade, was slain suddenly. None of their lightsabers worked down here, but several of the chests held traditional swords... She began to shake some dust from her shoulders, unable to hide rolling her eyes as they started to squabble again despite just surviving yet another battle. The Gen’dai seemed to be really getting the short end of the stick from the moment he was found… better him than her, for once. Robyn only turned back to attention at the sound of her name, and noticed Jania’s limp. What happened there…? She closed her eyes and sighed in response, before taking a step closer. “Sorry darling, guess you’re screwed.” Robyn replied with a sneer, “I can’t heal. Not without a talisman.”TAG: Darth Catalyst , dice , Volshe , @lordjania , Darth Dreadwar , Shira , gorzan
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Post by Darth Catalyst on Apr 30, 2018 20:50:53 GMT -5
IC Darth AranciaGozanti-class Cruiser Suppressor , En Route to OriconThis whole mission smelled of bad ideas to Darth Arancia. The Gand lord had only accepted it for two reasons: he was ordered to and if he didn’t he was likely to face severe repercussions. The slow-and-painful-death kind of repercussions. He had been given a couple of Initiates to assist him in completing the task though. Darth Primus, a Shistavanen wolf-man whom Arancia noted had a keen predatory instinct, and Darth Voxyn, who seemed to have brought a dog of his own. There was another task they were tasked with aside from their rather vague mission to Oricon. They had with them one prisoner: an Anzat named Tacite Occultus. He had shown some promise in the Force, but was deemed too unstable for proper tutelage at the academy, due to his predisposition to view the other students as cattle. So he was pawned off onto Arancia to take on an impossible mission. The Gand was not thrilled about playing babysitter. He had little experience with Initiates anyways, due to his unique mindset.  Arancia had begun his training like most Force-sensitive Gands by taking up the way of the Findsman. The discipline was one that relied on intuition and visions to guide the Findsman to his next goal. His career led him quickly to Korriban, where he was taught the way of the Sith Arcanist. He rose to prominence as a Sorcerer, letting the Force guide him and using his already prominent intuitive abilities to bolster his prowess. He was not still above the inherent teachings of his species though, and often referred to himself in the third person without thinking about it. He was humble to his superiors, and even friendly with his equals. It was unbecoming of a Sith Lord. It was why he was sent to Oricon. To first embrace the power of the Dark Side one had to know Fear. They sought one of the legendary Phobis DevicesThe Dread Fortress was their target, ancient lair of the Dread Masters, the only beings in the galaxy to successfully harness the power of Fear. Legend told that no others could attempt without being driven mad. It was their task to prove that a myth.  The ship dropped out of hyperspace. In the distance, a glowing planetary body hung in the darkness. Oricon. Arancia pushed a button on the ship’s intercom. “ Arancia summons you all to the prisoner’s cell,” his buzzing voice was modulated doubly so by the combination of the complex breathing apparatus keeping his lungs full of ammonia and the reverberation of the ship’s speakers. He made his way to the quarters that had been converted into a makeshift brig and opened the door, glimpsing the Anzat that was bound by a simple set of stun cuffs behind his back. He would speak once the Initiates had roused themselves from their quarters to meet him here. TAG: taciteoccultus, DarthVizuul, darthvoxyn
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Post by taciteoccultus on Apr 30, 2018 23:16:06 GMT -5
IC Tacite Occultus Location: Gozanti-class Cruiser Suppressor, En Route to Oricon As the door opens Tacite looks up and smiles. "Hello, and welcome to my humble abode, I'm sorry I look like a mess but my hands are unfortunately tied right now. Come, come, make yourself at home I insist. All I ask is can you loosen these cuffs a little? They are starting to chafe real bad." As he says this he motions behind his back at the cuffs. He then notices the Gand's disapprovement and trying to smooth things over asks, "Will it just be us two or are you expecting others?" TAG: darthvoxyn DarthVizuul Darth Catalyst |
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Post by darthvoxyn on Apr 30, 2018 23:27:47 GMT -5
IC: Darth Voxyn Location: Gozanti Cruiser- Supressor, En Route to Oricon Voxyn sat quietly in the middle of his chambers reassembling his lightsaber through the force while Artemis slept curled up next to him. He had been disassembling and reassembling his lightsaber this way for the last couple hours and simultaneously using the force on some candles he had in his chambers, the flames rising and falling with his breath. The ship exiting hyperspace went unnoticed to Voxyn but he was jarred from his meditation by Artemis who jerked awake upon sensing the dark side radiating from the planet. "Arancia summons you all to the prisoner’s cell" came over the ships intercom shortly after. Standing up and equipping his lightsaber and energy bow Voxyn left the room on his way towards the brig to meet with Darth Arancia, Artemis right next to him. Entering the brig Voxyn found Darth Arancia already there waiting with the strange Anzat they had in a cell. Tag: Darth Catalyst, DarthVizuul taciteoccultus |
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Post by taciteoccultus on Apr 30, 2018 23:59:43 GMT -5
IC Tacite Occultus Location: Gozanti-class Cruiser Suppressor, En Route to Oricon As the new visitor, a Hapan, and his dog enters the room Tacite shifts his focus to them. With a smile at the dog, he nods to the Hapan. "Ah a new face what a pleasure it is to meet you, my name is Tacite, Tacite Occultus. I'd offer to shake your hand but alas my hands are tied. Maybe you can help me. These cuffs are much too tight, would it be possible for you to loosen them for me?" He then nods to the dog. "Also I must add that is a beautiful animal you have there. I would very much like to give it a treat if you are ok with that." TAG: darthvoxyn DarthVizuul Darth Catalyst |
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Post by darthvoxyn on May 1, 2018 0:17:14 GMT -5
IC: Darth Voxyn Location: Gozanti-Class Cruiser Supressor, Oricon "Well I don't have the keys for those cuffs but if you really want them loosened and really want to give my Vornskr a treat then I can have her gnaw on your arms. Two birds one stone." Voxyn said with a chuckle as he sat down facing Tacite. "Why are you in the cell again? I do not believe I was told why." he asked as Artemis sat down at his feet. Tag: Darth Catalyst, taciteoccultus, DarthVizuul |
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Post by taciteoccultus on May 1, 2018 0:28:32 GMT -5
IC Tacite Occultus Location: Gozanti-class Cruiser Suppressor, En Route to Oricon Interested to see how this discussion goes Tacite smiles. "Unfortunately I'm looking to get more comfortable, and not in pain so the arm gnawing is off the table. Was actually offering the vegetable soup I was given, apparently someone misunderstood what I wanted to eat. Now about why I'm bound here, I have no idea really, apparently it's against the law or something to eat Jedi soup." Then nodding to the Gand. "Any idea where we are going? As you can probably guess I haven't had much company long enough to find out." TAG: darthvoxyn DarthVizuul Darth Catalyst |
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Post by darthvoxyn on May 1, 2018 1:07:18 GMT -5
IC: Darth Voxyn Location: Gozanti-Class Cruiser Suppressor, Oricon Turning his head slightly to the right and raising his left eyebrow Voxyn stared at Tacite, his Amethyst eyes studying his body language carefully. "Jedi soup?" He asked out of curiosity. Tag: Darth Catalyst , taciteoccultus , DarthVizuul |
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Post by Darth Catalyst on May 1, 2018 13:45:48 GMT -5
IC D-3PO Docking Bay 418, Nar Shaddaa
D-3PO had just hoisted the girl into his arms and was preparing to immerse her completely in the ship’s bacta tank when Reaper interrupted him. The urgency of Reaper’s intrusion meant something must actually be wrong. D-3PO dropped the girl without hesitation, where she landed on the floor with a heavy thud, and moved towards the cockpit as fast as his stiff servos would carry him. He started up the ship and left the ramp down per Reaper’s instructions, waiting for Corvar and Feros to climb on board. It didn’t take long for Feros to enter the bay, but D-3PO saw no sign of Corvar.
Corvar had his own problems to deal with. His cries for help successfully drew the attention of everyone around him, giving Feros a good window to escape unnoticed. A tall man, wearing simple blast armor and carrying a pistol pushed his way through the crowd towards Corvar and the unconscious Twi’lek. “What’s going on here?” he questioned Corvar with an air of authority. He looked down at the Zeltron with a gaping hole through the waist. “What happened to this man? Start explaining, now.”
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Post by darthkain7 on May 1, 2018 16:25:53 GMT -5
IC: Darth KainLocation: Nar ShaddaaVisibly panicked, Corvar turned to see the dead Zeltron that this authoritative figure was pointing to. It was indeed the pilot of the Tranquility, once a leaf on the wind and now a corpse on the ground. Corvar would have smiled at the sight, but that wasn't what he needed right now. What he needed was to stick to his story, one that he was making up as he went along. "Oh God, no!" Corvar exclaimed. "That was the pilot." Explaining in a voice rife with agony, Corvar went on. "We were attacked. Sith, I think. They had red lightsabers. I knicked two of them in the scuffle, but they got away after they caused our ship to crash. I saved her," he said, nodding to the unconscious Twi'lek in his arms, "but I thought he made it out alive," he motioned to the dead Zeltron. His eyes widened with false realization. "Those Sith must have got him! They must still be in the city!" TAGS: darthferos Darth Catalyst trentongordon TAGSET: Corbos
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Post by Darth Catalyst on May 2, 2018 12:30:29 GMT -5
IC Darth Nostrem Citadel Catacombs, Dromund Kaas
Deleritas’s breakneck sprint through the glass tunnel would have proven fatal if it weren’t for his master’s quick thinking. As the young apprentice took off, his first step would leave a residue of melted rubber stuck to the floor. The heat was more intense than anything he had felt in his life. Deleritas wouldn’t feel it for more than a second though. For some reason, he would feel intense cold. A thin layer of frost was forming on his skin, keeping the heat around him from doing any damage. Deleritas emerged from the end of the glass hall unscathed aside from the tread in his boot now being flat. Solus appeared next to him shortly after, using his telekinetic power to keep the heat at bay.
The room they emerged into was still uncomfortably hot, but they had survived the deadliest part. This room was much larger than the room they had entered originally, with machinery and terminals lining the walls and in the center, a massive archaic looking pump system jutting out from the floor. Dust covered everything, and from Nostrem’s previous comments it could be surmised that it was all that remained of the technicians that used to service these halls. At the far wall of the room were two doorways, through which the Lords would be able to see a singular lever on the floor of each adjacent passage. An ancient lift system it seemed. Where each one went remained a mystery.
A strange sound echoed through the glass hall, like a series of ethereal chimes that had been bent out of tune. Nostrem was sauntering casually through the oven-like heat and whistling a tune that sounded like it belonged in a Corellian cantina more than a Sith ziggurat. When he finally reached the room that Solus and Deleritas now occupied, he took a deep theatrical breath. “Ah,” he exhaled, “the beating heart of the citadel. Well, perhaps not anymore. Now it remains still after millennia of abandonment.” A scowl crossed his face. “Tell me, Lords,” He looked to Solus first, his face lined with true curiosity amidst the malice, “Does the Emperor still use such inspired technologies? Does he still harness the very power of the world he inhabits to fuel the great engines of the Empire?”
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Post by Darth Catalyst on May 2, 2018 17:21:51 GMT -5
IC Lord Hypnos Bridge of The Great Reap, Dead Space
Hypnos remained unmoved as The Great Reap’s superlaser splashed against the shields of the massive pyramid ship. He knew the strength of the pyramid’s shields was great, but he had confidence that Reap would be able to overpower it. As the bright trails of plasma and energy hurtled from the Ninushodojinyaut’s weapon emplacements, Hypnos calmly turned to Marchioness Anigma. “My lady, Anigma, your help I require,” Hypnos spoke softly amidst the klaxon of alarms. “I don’t want just Reap to weather this fire. While I believe in the Abominer’s power, I think reinforcements would help in this hour. Transmit our coordinates back to Iokath. Let these monsters feel your Emperor’s wrath.” He looked back outside, seeing the massive ball of destruction rolling towards the Reap. He doubted the droid ship had the dexterity to avoid the blow entirely. He did, however, have an idea that he thought was mad enough to have merit. He turned next to Raspir. “My Lord, Raspir, I’ll need you as well.” He gestured to the attack that was threatening to impact The Reap. “We can’t let this barrage breach the Great Reap’s shell. Our telekinetic strength may just change this fight. By combining our power, push this plasma we might.” He extended his hand, trusting Raspir had followed his line of reasoning and summoned all of his Force power to push against the projectile that was amassing their way, hoping the power of two Force users was enough to send the attack back to its origin point.
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Post by trentongordon on May 3, 2018 10:32:56 GMT -5
IC: Reaper Location: Nar Shaddaa Reaper waited and looked for Feros. He spotted him with his hood up and saw the commotion with Kain from far away. Reaper waited then walked back to the Miralukan. He needed to finish putting her up. As he walked into the room he walked to the Miralukan and picked her up. He then set her inside the tank and closed it. He turned it on and walked back to the ramp to wait on Feros. He didn't see Kain coming this way so he figured they'd meet somewhere else. Tag: darthkain7, darthferos, Darth Catalyst |
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