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Post by dragonsith13 on Nov 14, 2018 21:45:12 GMT -5
GM update ~ Ziost ~ Fading light of dayLanding pad EE-15Lord Pares was coming down the ramp looking about as the two troopers previously positioned inside the shuttle fanned out and took up positions just beyond the shuttle on the landing pad. The shuttle ramp came to rest against the pad as Lord Pares reached the bottom and took a single step off of it, stopping and scanning the area further. The Sith Warrior taking note of the Devaronian and human who moved quickly to a position and knelt to one knee, alert and ready, while looking down upon a datapad which he had been using to tie into the security feed of the complex. The landing pad was silent, a few landing lights blinked in unison as the chill wind of the world blew over the exposed and open pad. A number of crates and loading fixtures off to the sides, were the only places for cover should it progress to that. The entrance to the pad was large and open as there was no main gate or door at this secondary and lesser used landing pad, and as such it could provide some cover if need be. However this was not supposed to be a defensive bulwark for them to make their home, it had been precisely coordinated to be here and keep up with a schedule to avoid detection. The unfortunate requiring of the use of the turrets at the security gate had been a necessity, and while the commotion was clearly not discrete, it served its purpose. An opportunity. Though the video feed was puzzling to the warrior as he noticed that there was no movement in the area of the gate. A tap of the datapad and the camera and video feed began to pan to the side. The stim shots and tank draining had been a rude awakening for sure, the medial droid had directed the hopeful to his personal effects, which the Sith hopeful took little time in reclaiming and adorning himself once more in. They were soon to arrive, composing himself it seemed just in time as he turned to the medical droid "Take me to your Master " The medical droid was a bit confused as his programming tied him to the small medical bay section of the main hold. It was clear he was processing the request, a request that he normally was not tasked with. Nonetheless he turned abruptly, as his droid body squared up to the Sith hopeful Xxys. “Very well,” the words seemed painful for the droid to speak, however he acquiesced the request of him “follow me.” The droid turned and waddled towards the landing ramp leading the hopeful down it to where Lord Pares stood looking down upon a datapad. The chunk of rubble bounced once, then again and again and again as it came to a quick stop after some smaller more rapid successive impacts on the hard surface in front of the security gate and checkpoint. The turrets did not move. It could be surmised that maybe their protocol was smart enough to differentiate between a piece of rubble and a more viable target. Equally she was being directed by a voice. As such her concern in moving without reassurance was merited, as she was all too familiar with the damage that they could do first hand and it seemed she was not taking any chances. Silence ensued as still nothing happened. A security camera, rotated coming to view Lylia lying in hiding behind the pillar. The comm-link chimed to life, the previously recognized old-raspy voice. “Do you think I can maintain the system override forever? MOVE!” Lord Pares’ head turned slightly to the side, aware of the Sith hopeful coming down the ramp, having felt his presence immediately as the hopeful moved down the ramp towards him, the mechanical grinding of the medical droid and its clunking against the shuttle ramp pronouncing their arrival. “Lord Pares, the recently treated…” The Sith warrior rose a hand sharply cutting off the droid with his movement, calling for silence. “Droid, return to the med section, prepare the pods for new arrivals.” The directive to the medical droid was cold and to the point, as it seemed the Sith Warrior had no patience for being interrupted as he focused on the datapad in his hand following the video feed of the Sith hopeful Lylia. Lord Pares continued to watch the feed intently awaiting the hopeful’s movement towards their position. “Xxys,” the Sith Warrior spoke addressing the hopeful whom he knew stood behind him. “...join me please.” Lord Pares spoke as the cold breeze continued flow over the landing pad. There was an anticipation present, knowing the circumstances in which the hopeful Xxys had come into their charge. Planned, foreseen, and of course anticipated and now useful in accomplishing the broader mission. darthkain7, Darth Xxys, Reiis Invadator
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Post by Darth Dreadwar on Nov 14, 2018 22:32:39 GMT -5
IC: Kat Tento
Valley of the Dark Lords, Korriban, dawn Across the deserts of Korriban, a speeder dived through murky clouds of billowing dust, a black speck sinking into roiling nature, wreathed by a flare of blood-red engines. With smooth alacrity suggestive of a highly skilled pilot, it swooped down towards an abyss of craggy rock and blowing sand. A giant massif came into view, towering up from the world's broken crust and opening into a long stretch of gloom-wrapped terrain. Looming miles in front of the cliff like sleepless guardians were six monolithic statues of men in two rows. They were colossal things chiseled out of mountains, their feet still planted in what remained of each formation so that the two rows were facing each other, and they formed a sort of twisted welcoming party for any who entered to pass through, their heads bowed as though in deference to the latest arrival. The speeder passed them just as smoothly, and the gloom that covered the valley atop the massif slowly began to peel away, revealing rows of ancient ziggurats and proscribed pyramids towering even higher. More statues decorated their corners, some brandishing staffs while others knelt as though shouldering great burdens - all had faces that were blank, their identities as secret as that of the ancient lords they protected. Stone obelisks stood scattered on the valley floor between the rows of temples cut into the sloped canyon walls, their faces etched with arcane hieroglyphs and hidden incantations. The obelisks were worn from time, and many were chipped, cracked, or broken, standing slanted in the rock or lying in fragments atop it. It was called the Valley of the Dark Lords. The tombs of the Sith. The scarlet drive glows of the intruders' speeder dimmed as the vessel slowed and banked left, coming to a hover on its repulsors and turning one hundred and eighty degrees before landing on the valley floor amidst rippling dust and jets of billowing exhaust. As the dust settled, two occupants were revealed. One, sitting in the front passenger seat, was a female Nautolan with greying skin, clad in the swarthy robes of a Sith student. Her name was Kat Tento. Beside her, reptillian hands at the yoke, was the hulking form of a male Gen'Dai, his monstrous countenance terrible to behold. The newly-anointed apprentice of Darth Catalyst himself, Darth Neoplix. It had taken some time for the duo to muster the requisite resources for their self-appointed mission. While Neoplix had sought the aid of a band of Sith loitering outside the Temple, they had flatly ignored the Gen'Dai, whether due to being preoccupied with other things or as an intentional slight, Tento knew not. For her part, Kat had attempted to rustle up interest among her fellow acolytes, but it being the weekend, the students had not been keen to embark on some foolhardy quest to the Valley of the Dark Lords; examinations were around the corner, and when not relaxing after a bruising week of harsh training, Kat's peers were largely occupied with practicing their katas in the Temple's duelling hall. Then there had been the matter of supplies. It was not enough to simply walk out of the Temple. Kat had insisted upon bringing gear appropriate to their task of tomb raiding, and to that effect, she had made a trip out to the military storehouse out by the Eternal Pyre; stowed in the speeder's boot, and packed in front of the rear passenger seats, were climbing spurs with cryoban-adhesive gloves (for if they fell into a spike pit, Kat had said), night-vision goggles, thermal detonators, poison gas grenades (because they needed a way to clear out sections without bringing the roof down, Kat had said), breath masks, rope, rations, flimsi for rubbings, a lead pencil, a hammer, a chisel, a dictionary of ancient Sith, a dictionary of ancient Massassi, a dictionary of ancient Rakatan, translation tablets for the Kittât, Common Sith and High Sith scripts, as well as ancient Sith hieroglyphics, a bundle of glow-sticks, and a whip (because it was cool, Kat had said). There was also a sack of books Kat had taken out of the Temple library, mostly journals, diaries and academic papers by grave-robbers and archaeologists - some of them Sith from eras past - who had penetrated the tomb of Naga Sadow. Or, if Neoplix was to be believed - and Kat was not so certain he was; it went against everything she'd been taught - the tomb of the Emperor himself. That tomb was ahead of them now, still open, still unsealed. Between the speeder and the forbidding, gaping entrance of the dark mausoleum were multiple holes in the bare stretch of sand; traps that Neoplix and his fellows had opened in their first plundering of the crypt, Kat surmised. Fortunately, the passage of time had not yet entirely covered the tracks they had left; there was a slight, elongated depression in the sand winding towards the entrance, where sand had been displaced from the passage of many feet. A safe way through the honeycomb of pits - both hidden and exposed. "So," Kat said, making small-talk as she clambered out of the speeder, "I guess we're finally doing this, eh?"Before Neoplix could reply, his comm-link chimed. It was a simple text message, but the authorship posed a more complicated dilemma. It was Apollyon. It read, "Please meet me in the Emperor's laboratory at 0600 hours, sharp." |
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Post by Darth Dreadwar on Nov 15, 2018 1:01:54 GMT -5
IC: Slizard
Ermir Marcus' classroom, Sith Temple dungeons, Korriban, dawn Three days had passed since her altercation with Robyn Shaire, and the female Falleen called Slizard looked worse for the wear. Yog hadn't taken her to the medbay as Robyn had commanded, of course; it was a testament to Robyn's naivety that the half-Zeltron had thought a Sith would look out for a fellow student. All friends, at the end of the day, were rivals. Slizard had managed to get to the medbay under her own power, but her failure to overpower one so soft as Robyn Shaire had made her the mockery of her classmates, and Slizard had suffered the consequences since. Mottled blue and purple bruises marked her squamous green skin. A scar, left by the blade of a training 'saber delinquently modified to overcharge, ran down her cheek from beneath her left eye to her chin. Slizard sat separately from Yog, now, at the back of the classroom where, she hoped, no one would notice her. Her fellow students were only now filing in; Slizard regretted arriving early, as Ermir Marcus, surprisingly, wasn't already present to scold - or, more accurately, scald, with acid from his potions - the tardy. If she had arrived later, she could have sat down when everyone was already seated ahead of her, preventing her from being attacked. As Begard and Torid saw her, eyes gleaming, Slizard braced herself. This was going to be a brutal beating. But they looked away. Slizard followed their gaze. There were new pickings. Among the twenty students bustling in through the door, taking their seats around small tables in the subterranean stone chamber, were faces she had never seen before. A wave of relief rolled over her. New initiates, fresh meat for the acolytes to rip apart. It got their eyes off her, and, if she could make a display of strength by sufficiently injuring the peon pups... She might even regain some of the prestige she had lost in the eyes of her peers. This was the first class of the curriculum for Nannley, Voidwalker and Karina; after arriving at the Sith Temple three days ago, the newcomers had been hastily escorted into the academy in time to avoid being eviscerated by the undead woman that had lurched from the sands, although Darth Vua had not been so fortunate. Since then, it had been a weekend of basic orientation; after assessing the three with a midichlorian test, and a basic test that took the form of a written examination and a display of martial prowess, the three had been inducted into the academy by Overseer Garkhrul. They had been shown their barracks, a shared dormitory with around twenty bunk beds, although they had not had the chance to sleep there yet, before they had been dragged down to the dungeons to sit alone in separate cells for a day. Ostensibly, it was a precaution for all new students while their paperwork was processed, but it had been, quite clearly, a trial of isolation. Overnight, the three were released, given black robes, training lightsabers, and flimsis of the class schedule, and this - Alchemy: Temple Dungeons, Room 1138, 0600 Hours - was their first class. It was also their first chance to interact with their fellow students in more than just passing. The room was lit by sconces affixed to the grimy stone wall, which cast an eerie light on the strange glowing bottles and flasks of foul fluid that dotted the shelves. An acrid smell hung in the air. A Zabrak blocked their path. "Well, well, well," he said, grinning. "What have we here, eh? Looks like we have some new blood, Torid." The Devaronian beside him flared his nostrils. "Aye, I'd say so, Begard." Torid moved forward, slowly and deliberately. He was careful not to bump into anyone else entering the classroom, and he stayed extra clear of Robyn Shaire. Her humiliation of Yog and Slizard had spread like wildfire across the Temple - Begard had said Robyn was possessed by the spirit of Naga Sadow himself, wielding his treasures with blazing red eyes and laughing cruelly as she tortured Yog and Slizard half-to-death - and Torid was not in the mood to find out the veracity of those rumours. But these three new initiates? They were fair game. Well, not fair. But fairness had nothing to do with it. He leered down at Nannley. "Teacher isn't here yet," he said. "But I think I'll teach you your first lesson. We don't like Cathar." His face ceased as he chuckled, forehead wrinkling beneath his horns. "Aye, Master Marcus about ripped one to pieces, ain't that right, Begard!"
"Aye, that's right," Begard nodded. "We haven't seen her in three days.""And it was her first day!" Torid laughed again. His face straightened. He flicked his tongue against the inside of his cheek, almost contemplatively, glancing over at Voidwalker. His eyes narrowed, measuring, turned back to Nannley. "Maybe we won't see you again either, eh?" |
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Post by darthkain7 on Nov 15, 2018 1:30:12 GMT -5
IC: Darth Malos Virulent Valley, Korriban “If it were up to me, I would abandon this search altogether,” Volacius had said, earning a meager glance from Malos. “At this point, there is no chance we will find whatever assailant was responsible for the murders. I would instead install surveillance at the scene of the killings and station some expendable sentries as bait to see if the culprits return. In my opinion, that is most efficient. Either they return, kill the sentries and give us a fresh lead, or they don’t, in which case they would no longer be worth the trouble of hunting down.”“While Volacius’ solution is one possible answer to our dilemma, I’m not sure if it is the most time efficient,” Trinaya spoke slowly, as if focusing on each word she said. “Darth Malos, is there a reason we haven’t searched for similarly violent force patterns and/or the presence of Damien Kento yet?”Malos gave a soft chuckle, first deciding to respond to Trin. “Well, we'd be able to track Kento through the Force if any of us knew him well enough. But I doubt either of you chatted with him at lunch these past few years, so there's no point in searching for a presence we won't recognize. As for more killings, trust me. We have been looking. But the only ones going around, killing everything in this valley is us.”The Nagai Sith Lord then turned his gaze to the brooding Mirialan, his small smile growing sour. “We're not walking around the desert for three days and not coming back to the Emperor with nothing. Perhaps unlike you, I have a reason to live.”Standing from the campfire, having finished his meal, Malos began to kick sand into the flames, suffocating them and causing them to disappear. “Luckily, we haven't been wandering as aimlessly as you two believe.” He then began to steadily climb a nearby boulder, using the small crevices along the surface of the stone to keep his balance. The action would seem sudden and erratic, and the fact that he had let a short giggle out beforehand did not help with that appearance. Once at the top, Malos sat and sighed, motioning for either acolyte to follow him to the top. There did not appear to be much room for three beings to sit there, so unless one planned on hanging along the edge or sitting on Malos's lap, only one would be able to sit alongside him. Though for what reason, neither would likely hazard a guess. TAGS: cliojayne , volacius TAGSET: Sinister Sith ____________________ IC: Darth AbaddonThe Lorekeeper's LaboratoryAbaddon had followed all the while, recognizing that the Lorekeeper was not what one would consider a “people person.” Her brief encounters with him in the past made that quite clear. But it was not an unfamiliar attitude, for she too was not one for conversation either. Perhaps it was simply to contrast her sister, who was easily able to convey the Emperor's will to any amount of beings. It was a skill that Abaddon was slowly learning, unlike every other area of study. She had paid little mind to the acolyte that the Lorekeeper summoned as they walked, however she did keep her attentions sharpened enough so that she would be able to know the location of Bernael at all times. She had read enough stories about his kind to know that he was not a man to turn your back towards. Abaddon was quite surprised once they reached the secret room, however. For years, this library was a home away from home. To know that the Lorekeeper's laboratory had been hidden even from her made her wonder just how many secret passageways and rooms there were in this cursed temple. Once inside, Abaddon immediately noticed the bookshelves. Quite dusty, but also filled with texts that she had never seen within the library. She would have to find a way to access this room later on, if at all possible. While she did not want to earn the ire of the Lorekeeper, forbidden knowledge was a fruit she could not bear to leave unplucked. Knowing that the Lorekeeper would not be up for small talk, Abaddon kept silent, waiting upon further instruction. She knew he would speak when he deemed it necessary. TAGS: darthbernael , Darth Cruor TAGSET: Lorekeeper's Laboratory ____________________ IC: LyliaZiostThe Omwati smuggler breathed a sigh of relief when the turrets had not opened fire on the rubble. While that could have simply meant their targeting systems were more advanced than simple motion sensing, it made Lylia more at ease with her chances. That ease disappeared the moment a voice boomed over her comms, equally as raspy as it was before. “Do you think I can maintain the system override forever? MOVE!”Lylia grunted back, “It's not like I have a lot of information to run off of!” She then took a deep breath, the air filling her lungs before she quickly expelled it in a quick bolt for the doors. The turrets had not opened fire, thankfully. But that did not mean she was out of the woods yet. There was a war going on out there, and there was no doubt that it had found its way here. Blaster in hand, she headed south. Hopefully this mysterious being, and the luck she always carried with her, would guide her the right way.  TAGS: dragonsith13 , Darth Xxys , Reiis Invadator TAGSET: Unknown Moon |
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Post by Darth Dreadwar on Nov 15, 2018 1:41:02 GMT -5
IC: Ermir Marcus
Sept of the Sith, beneath the Sith Temple, Korriban It was while Arcane walked towards Ermir that things got... strange. Suddenly and abruptly, the frozen figures lurched into motion. The two humans, bearing lightsabers, intercepted a blaster bolt that issued from the Zabrak. One spun towards Arcane, wild-eyed, and shouted, "Where did you come--"Ermir turned into a blur. He turned towards Arcane in the meanest fraction of a second, and then zigzagged around the room in a dozen directions with speed a thousandfold that of man. He was behind him. He was ahead of him. He was to the left, to the right, back, ahead, back again - everywhere, all in less than a second. The room darkened to pitch black. The room brightened again. It darkened. It brightened. Moss grew across the grey stone walls with the speed of pouring water. The Nikto was looking around, wildly. The blur that was Ermir suddenly slowed, resuming normal speed. He charged into Arcane, pushing him sideways. Both fell to the floor, near to where they had first been standing. There were dark circles under Ermir's eyes. He was looking gaunter than he had been just a few seconds ago, and was breathing hard. The people had frozen again. The blaster bolt the Zabrak had fired in those seconds of motion, redirected back by the human's lightsaber, was suspended in midair between the two. The moss did not grow - at least not perceptibly. The lighting in the room did not change. So far as Arcane could tell, only three or four seconds had passed. Ermir stood up. He offered Arcane his hand. "Good to see you moving again, you kriffing idiot," he said. Was that relief beneath the hard tone? Ermir shook his head. "Tell me, genius, and don't move a muscle without thinking this time, what do you think just happened?
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Post by darthbernael on Nov 15, 2018 10:40:04 GMT -5
Instructing his chameleon cloak to set itself to a neutral desert world colour, Bernael glided into the reading room further to allow the air flow to resume and shift the intense smell that was gathering in the room. “Darth Abaddon, Well met. So this task requires an eidetiker and a being who has been alive through at least half of the eons you were gone, at least. Indeed interesting.” He could sense the tension that had infected her when he first appeared, yet another reason he preferred to spend the least amount of time around other species. The fact that in this room there were only the Lorekeeper, Darth Abaddon and himself was why it was so noticeable. ‘Well, that and that she obviously has some experience with my kind’ Bernael thought. Sensing that the Lorekeeper had no desire for formalities Bernael’s wait for further instructions was quite short. Abruptly, the Lorekeeper announced they were to follow him and departed the room. Bernael and Darth Abaddon followed closely, with no desire to be lost in the warren of spaces surrounding the main portion of the Great Library. Ignoring, for now, the acolyte the Lorekeeper had decided would accompany them Bernael studied his surroundings as they walked. Underlining the overwhelming stench of the man they followed were the scents of paper, leather, binding glue, steel, electronics, and all the sundry apparatus of the building. What he had sensed of the Lorekeeper told Bernael the man was not one to trifle With, as he had been warned. He did continue to sense the wariness of Darth Abaddon. He directed a thought toward her, ‘If my hunger demanded, a meal would not sense me until too late. I have no desire to end a partnership just begun.’ At last they came to a door that the Lorekeeper opened to illuminate his personal workshop. Bernael could feel his resentment that anyone was intruding on this space. He understood as there were very few beings who he would allow into his own personal spaces. Walking through the door he saw walls covered in shelves with many tomes that others may never see. The tables and benches were covered in equipment and tools necessary for the repair of items in this space as well as the main areas. However there was one table that seemed bare, save for a cloth covered it, moulded as though concealing somethi g for the moment. ‘This must be what we have been brought here for,’ thought Bernael. He said nothing However, as he was sure the Lorekeeper would quickly inform them of their task. The man did not want them here except as it was necessary and would certainly want the task accomplished as quickly as possible so they could be gone just as quickly. Tags: Darth Cruor, darthkain7 |
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Post by Reiis Invadator on Nov 15, 2018 12:27:08 GMT -5
IC: Kai Erlae Kai waited as the transported men, "Xxys" and "Pares"....oh, excuse his manners, Lord Pares stepped out and waited for a certain someone. He wished they'd hurry up -- his kneeling position was putting pressure on It, and thus pressure on his own organs. It tried slipping slightly towards the side, presumably to get out of where his ribs were digging in. He could feel a hand still grabbing his ribs as the mass of It attempted to push itself to the side. It slipped, apparently, and a tiny hand slammed, if such a thing were possible, into his stomach as it tried to regain hold. He gagged audibly, his trigger hand clamping over his mouth as he forcibly swallowed the bile that rose to his mouth. He remained in this position for a few moments before carefully replacing his hand to its spot on his blaster rifle. "Watch," he snapped quietly so that only the thing in his midsection would hear him, "what the hell you're doing." It punched a lung in response, causing Kai to wheeze and stumble into a coughing fit. He growled, trying to keep this mess to himself. He caught the human guard staring with a scrunched nose and squinted eyes, trying to peer around the ship's ramp to see what Kai was up to. Kai jerked his head and rifle towards where they suspected their "cargo" would be. The human seemed to scowl, and turned back. Then Kai did something out of pure spite. He crouched even lower, really digging his ribcage into It. He'd be damned if a punch in the lungs was the last word. Instead of kneeling, he perched on both balls of his feet and hunched forward. He looked, to the outside viewer, like he was ready to pounce on something. His face hardened, staring out steadily like he was waiting for prey. Which, wasn't true, because he could barely see, much less concentrate. His face was hardened because It was frantically beating at his organs, whichever ones the tumorous little nuisance could reach. He was trying not to show anything, but he body would twitch and lurch as he dealt with both the pain and urge to cough and gag. Finally, It stopped. And so did Kai...after about a minute. He let up, but still braced in case It wanted revenge. But it did not, so Kai relaxed and refocused on guarding. Which was when It slammed both tiny fists into his stomach, causing him to retch. The problem with Kai is that he was young, and perhaps that was the problem for most people his age. But what made it far worse was that he was young and couldn't stand to lose an argument...especially when that argument came from inside his stomach. He stood now, trying to look like he was staying still, jabbing the butt-end of the blaster rifle into his midsection as quietly as he could. "You will pay for that," he hissed low so that only a grumble reverberated through his body to be "heard" by It. TAGS: darthkain7 , Darth Xxys , dragonsith13 |
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Post by volacius on Nov 15, 2018 15:56:25 GMT -5
IC: Trinaya and Volacius Location- Wilderness, Korriban Flushing slightly at the minor rebuke, Trin realized she should have realized that none of them would have been able to accurately sense any of their quarry. She stood as Darth Malos beckoned the acolytes to the ledge, after not successfully hiding a start of surprise at his sudden movement. Volacius had stood up at almost the exact same time and the two young sith hopefuls almost bumped into each other. Barely stopping herself from sitting abruptly back down again, Trin forced a smile onto her face and gestured politely for Volacius to precede her towards the wall. Inside she was darkly disdainful of the brooding fellow, but it was more political to play nice for the time being. A stray thought crossed Trin’s mind ‘he really wouldn’t be half bad looking if he wasn’t frowning most of the time’. She quickly discarded the useless thought and moved on. Volacius grunted, but accepted her offer and took the lead. The days spent with no way of escaping one another had garnered a certain tension, and he would damned if he was the one that would cause it to erupt. In a way, her wealthy, snobbish, yet political approach to conflict would prove useful in keeping things from escalating. But Volacius also knew that both she and Malos resented him, albeit for different reasons. Regardless, Volacius was never pleased to be the subject of such thoughts, he had put up with that for far too long already. Trinaya’s disdain grew to quiet rage as she kept running into the tall acolyte on the way to the boulder Darth Malos was perched atop. Their halting overly polite progress was a bit like an awkward dance with each partner not knowing the steps. He was just too tall for Trin to not feel more vulnerable than she should, it was maddening. They ran into a new problem at the wall. There were only so many toeholds up to the top, and they couldn’t both go at once. This time Volacius rose to the challenge of politeness and with an incredibly forced smile he went so far as to offer his hands as a foothold for the slightly shorter Zabrak woman to head up first. The Mirialan stifled a chuckle. In his attempt to return the favour for allowing him to proceed first, it seemed he had inadvertently multiplied her frustration. Combined with her outburst at the Tuk’ata several days back, he had to immediately hide his thoughts as they drifted to the possibilities of manipulating her with her emotions. Not a particularly relevant thought, but still something to keep in mind for the future. Not to be outdone by such a half hearted attempt at gallantry Trin reached down and offered Volacius a hand up to the level she was on. It galled her to be so polite in such a situation, but it wasn’t the time for infighting, and she felt that Volacius was most likely on the same page as she was as far as wanting to avoid having any kind of delays due to an inability to get along with each other for the time being. She was also sure that he had the same goal in mind of being the first up to the top and therefore the first to see what their slightly insane leader would be showing them. Awkwardly helping each other up the side of the boulder the entire way, Trin and Volacius ran into a new problem near the top. They had been so focused on their attempts at helping the other that they had failed to realize how little room would be waiting at the top. It was too late to turn back, though. Trin refused to give up her place at the top even for the sake of etiquette. Volacius seemed to agree and the pair ended up awkwardly maneuvering until Trin was somehow curled in Volacius’ lap in a mockery of a lovers embrace. Volacius immediately regretted his earlier diplomacy. Even so, it beat fighting Tuk’ata, and it seemed she was enjoying herself even less than he was. It was infuriating to be essentially cradled by someone else to achieve equal intelligence for their joint mission, but she supposed if she had to be literally held at least it was by Volacius and not the slightly terrifying Darth Malos. The acolytes waited to see what Darth Malos had called them up for. darthkain7, cliojayne |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2018 17:09:53 GMT -5
IC: Nannley Location: Ermir Marcus’ classroom, Sith Temple dungeons, Korriban, Dawn Three days… Three days she had been on Korriban now and the teenage girl was already feeling she may have bit off more than she could chew at her current talents. The oppressive weight of the dark side of the force on her chest hadn’t lessened and she was no more used to it now than when she first stepped off the ship in the desert a half week prior. But then again she hadn’t had time to really adjust as the last three days hadn’t been a cakewalk or easy but any means. They stayed busy the entire time and if she had to comment on it now, Nannley didn’t like the conditions they saw in their beginning time was still be processed into the system and officially accepted as students of the academy. It started with them being ushered into the academic grounds before being shown what was called a “Temporary Housing situation” when they were all thrown in cells in the dungeon that Nannley was sure someone had died in before they arrived. However, being used to dirty surroundings when she used to go on her hunting expedition, the Moonlit Demon would do her best to not falter to her new surroundings or the seemingly tense situation they were in. Not originally knowing that processing them in the dungeon was simple procedure, the girl wondered if she was in trouble for something and was simply waiting to get a lightsaber through her gut or a blaster bolt to the skull. But instead she simply received a written exam and a blood test which she assumed was there to prove her force sensitivity and midichlorian test. Having little to no problems with either of those, she was then give a martial prowess test where she was placed up against lesser and failed acolytes. Easily dismantling of them she would be thrown back into her dark cell for a few hours before finally being approached as a black robe, training saber and a schedule were slipped to her before the cell was open. Smiling as she dressed in the robe and pulled the hood over her head she made her way out as she followed Overseer Garkhrul back to the barracks and to her exact dormitory that was shared with around thirty to forty other acolytes; Something Nannley was highly against but was equally powerless to stop. Having only a few hours of night and free time before her first class would start first thing the next morning, the young girl had attempted to stay below the radar and avoid making an enemy or ass out of herself like most of the acolytes seemed to be doing from the conversations she was close enough to eavesdrop. Egotistic, Arrogant, Snobby, and Entitled wasn’t even all the words she used inside her head to describe her classmates but they were the main ones that she knew fit the mold of most if not all of her roommates. However, it being late at night she was sure that there were at least one or two decent ones amongst the bunch but they were more than likely already asleep in the dimly lit large room. Knowing that she should be like them and be asleep so she was well rested for her first class, Nannley would lay in her bunk that was underneath Karina’s but she could never doze off and she knew exactly why. It was the lack of trust for everyone in here… From what she could tell, murder amongst acolytes was forbidden but like anywhere in the galaxy the old motto rang true; It isn’t a crime unless you get caught and Nannley was determined to make sure she didn’t end up a dead and forgotten face that was randomly here one day and not the next. Only able to manage to get about thirty minutes of sleep in the end, she got up and headed to the bathroom for their dormitory and began to go through her daily hygiene routine that she could with the little supplies provided to new acolytes. A shower with decent soap would get most of the dirt and grime out of her blue fur as she was drenched from head to toe when she finally grabbed her towel and stepped out of the shower making the walk back to the actual dorm room. Inside she was grateful that weren’t too many people paying attention to her but had the realization that most avoided looking at her naked wet body because they really didn’t see Cathar as sentient beings. It was a fact she had come to term with at the satellite school and though it pained to be seen as a lesser being she didn’t mind not having eyes on her furry body. Getting dressed in her standard academy jacket and pants and attaching the sheath of her training saber over her shoulder and across her back, she would grab her holopad and begin to make her way towards her first class at the time read 0530 hours. Taking her time as she walked the hallways, she observed the intricate designs of the academy and temple and wondered how much time was put into the artisanship of this building. Though she was sure that it was built by slaves, the architecture made it seem like the Sith actually commissioned the best artist from all corners from the galaxy just to make this place the best it could be. Looking at the other acolytes scrambling the halls towards different classrooms in all different directions, she would see that everyone seemed to be either talking in small groups of friends or sticking to themselves and walking hushed as they traversed the labyrinth of hallways and intersections before ducking in the various classrooms all over these floors. Knowing that her class was located towards the dungeons she was recently an occupant of, she headed towards the single stairwell heading down from the main corridor until it reached a single long hallway lit by dim scones placed in perfect symmetry on each side of the wall as the entrance of her class was about not far ahead of her. Hearing Karina and Voidwalker amongst others forming behind her with some being able to pass she finally raised her head to fully look up at the two pairs of feet that appeared in front of her and seemed intent on standing in her path as they allowed others to pass. Knowing that she finally had to have her first encounter with other acolytes she would sigh as they seemed to be probing her and talking amongst each other. When they finally stepped closer and would address her, the vast difference in height made the Cathar force user look up to meet his arrogant and somewhat malicious gaze. Hearing them say that the teacher wasn’t here and that they didn’t favor Cathars before laughing in her face, she would frown as she never faced blatant prejudice in her face before. Staying silent, Nannley would listen to them chuckle and goad her by speaking of some other Cathar that was here a few days ago and was apparently slaughtered in horrible fashion. Trying her best to hold her face she knew the guys were bigger than her and probably way more versed in the dark side than she was and was looking for a reason to harass her so she could reprimanded or beaten. Feeling a heavy sigh come from her chest she would look around to see if she could notice the hint of wanting to assist in anyone since she knew something would have to go down before she would be allowed in the classroom. Finally hearing the Devaronian cease his rampant bullying she would notice a shift in his behavior as she also thought she felt the temperature of the air shift and grow colder. The boy was definitely more than meets the eye and she was more than confident she would have deal with this entirely but she had no time to be teamed up against on her first day. Taking an extended time to blink she would finally let loose her sigh before finally figuring she would reply to them in a way she hoped to defuse the situation without violence. “Look… I’m just trying to go to class. Will you please get out of my way? Picking on a new student isn’t a way to build reputation if you really want to make waves. Why not take it out on some other student?” She asked hoping they would see reason before she would try to forcibly walk around them so she could enter the classroom regardless of their intent on whether or not to let her. Tag: Darth Dreadwar, Padawan4687, Darth Voidwalker, kurtishenschel |
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Post by darthkain7 on Nov 16, 2018 3:12:50 GMT -5
IC: Darth Malos Virulent Valley, Korriban It was quite the view from atop this boulder, for one could see far in any direction. The sun had only risen a few hours before, leaving the star hanging lowly in the sky, and causing it to cast its light across the desert plains, mountains, and the rest of the valley with heavy shadows as a result. It was not the most beautiful of views that Malos had seen, after all, he did not come to Korriban for the scenery. But watching the two acolytes fumble over one another, and end up sharing the spot upon the giant rock was without a doubt the funniest thing he'd seen in weeks. He bursted with laughter, unable to contain his maniacal cackling at the sight of such awkwardness.  “Is it bad that I thought you two would have killed each other before sharing?” Malos asked, each word passing between hearty bouts of laughter, causing him to quickly lose his breath. After a few more moments of laughter, Malos sighed and withdrew a pair of macrobinoculars from his jacket, handing them to Trinaya. “Look over to the mountains on the right, just a few kilometers east of the valley,” Malos spoke, his breathing slowly returning to normal. And while he expected an answer from the Zabrak, he already knew what she would see. He had seen it yesterday when one of the caves had led to a cliff on the edge of the valley. He was not planning on investigating at first, but desperation was a catalyst for many discoveries. Trinaya would see what Malos had seen. An ancient shipwreck at the base of the tallest mountain. It was hard to differentiate from the rock and sand, since it had obviously been there for quite some time. But it would still be obvious to a trained eye that this was no rock formation, but some ancient transport ship. Certainly not of Republic design, and possibly not even Sith design. Why this could be important was for the acolytes to guess, but if Malos had made them climb all the way up here, it had to have been for something important to the mission. Hopefully. It's not as if he wasn't the kind of man to play tricks on others for his own amusement. TAGS: cliojayne , volacius TAGSET: Sinister Sith |
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Post by Darth Xxys on Nov 18, 2018 11:11:04 GMT -5
I.C. Xxys Landing pad EE-15 Xxys followed the droid through one hatch way and into the crew area of the shuttlecraft. They entered the shuttles deployment area just in time to hear “Do you think I can maintain the system override forever? MOVE! There on the ramp was the Sith Lord looking over a data pad. He dismissed the medical droid sharply and spoke in a raspy tone, "Xxys. Join me please" Xxys descended to the Dark Lords side. "I owe you a debt Lord Pares. I am at your service." Xxys could see down the ramp and observed that two guards had deployed to the small landing pad and had taken up defensive positions behind the merger cover the pad offerd. They were there to offer someone, as yet to arrive, cover. dragonsith13 @kiaerlea darthkain7 |
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Post by volacius on Nov 19, 2018 15:34:08 GMT -5
IC: Trinaya and Volacius Location- Wilderness, Korriban Wondering if she would ever stop blushing for the rest of her life, Trin held the macrobinoculars up to her eyes. Narrowing her eyes speculatively Trin held the binoculars out to Volacius before realizing that their current position meant that he wouldn’t be able to use them without dropping her to the far below ground. Not knowing what else to do, Trin helplessly held the macrobinoculars up towards Volacius’ face so he, too, could see the ancient wreckage. Her flush deepened and Trin felt the urge to crawl away and hide in a hole. Her first true mission was turning out to be almost exactly like one of the pointless romantic comedy holos her useless peers on Iridonia had constantly tried to drag her to. The story was even complete with a laugh track courtesy of the deranged Darth Malos. The Mirialan acolyte disregarded Malos’ comments. Over the days they had travelled together Volacius had learned to ignore or provide no reaction to the elder Sith’s opinions and comments. He did this partly because many of them boiled down to the Nagai’s apparent instability, but also due to the resentment he could feel from the man. Trin on the other hand, Volacius didn’t need the Force to sense how uncomfortable Trin felt. He certainly shared those feelings to an extent, but unlike her, he was still able to derive some level of enjoyment from the situation; based solely on the humour of their current predicament, but enjoyment nonetheless. After examining as best he could from their distance, Volacius tapped a finger on Trinaya’s hip to indicate he was finished viewing. “I suppose that is our destination?” Volacius questioned, turning his head to face his still-amused master. darthkain7, cliojayne |
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Post by gorzan on Nov 22, 2018 1:27:20 GMT -5
Ic: Darth Neoplix
Location: false tomb of Naga Sadow
Neoplix sat at the controls of the speeder, hands expertly guiding the vehicle across the sands of korriban, around twists and turns, over and around rocks, the subtle movements of his hands controlling the vehicle with supreme efficiency. Beside him, Kat sat wordless as the wind whipped across her face, while Neoplix was silent behind his mask. They crossed the threshold into the Valley of the Dark Lord’s, and Neoplix’s unseen reptilian lips curved into a smile. It was good to be back. This was where he had grown in power, taken a master, and gained his most powerful weapons. This was his cocoon, from which he had emerged deadlier and stronger than ever before, and now he returned again, this time voluntarily, to gain knowledge and understanding.
The speeder came to a controlled stop in front of the false tomb of Naga Sadow, or as it was now known to Neoplix, the tomb of Kuar Danae. Neoplix delicately removed his bulk from the speeder, and dropping to the ground beneath, causing a little stream of dust to rise into the air. He looked up at the night sky, saw the countless stars, beckoning him, waiting to be conquered, to be bested, to be explored. Not today, though. Today he had other goals in mind. He slipped the thin CryoBan gloves over his gauntlets, and smirked. They would be good for climbing, but one as imaginative as Neoplix knew they could have many other uses.... perhaps Kat would see them in time.
He looked across the pockmarked surface of the ground, and his eyes narrowed. He made note of the path that he had taken before, but he wasn’t taking chances. These sith tombs were legendarily difficult to enter, and he had no doubt that their previous entry had in no way reduced the potential danger. He turned tonreply to Kat’s outburst. “Indeed we are. Finally, our moment had arri-...” his melodramatic moment was interrupted by the abrupt ringing of his commlink. He glanced down at it, and cursed. “Lady Apollyon... Ruining the fun once more.”
He turned to Kat. “We must hurry. I’ve just received a request to return and meet in the temple at dawn. That’s only an hour and a half from now, so we must be swift.” He swiped his hand to the side, disturbing the sand to ensure the absence of new traps on the pathway they had originally taken, and then set off, jogging swiftly down the path. There was no time for dramatic walking. If they ran, he was sure he wouldn’t be too late. He drew his blade and advanced rapidly into the entrance of the tomb. He hated to leave the speeder behind unattended, but then, what choice did they have? He simply has to hope the tuk’ata wouldnt ravage it while they were inside.
He remembered back to his own journey to the tomb, alone and on foot, foolish and angry, and completely uninformed. The tuk’ata had been on him like Mynocks on a power line, swarming him for their next meal. His saber, virtually useless, had been discarded in the sand for him to find later. The battle had taken hours, brutal, bloody, and viscous, ending after Neoplix had smashed the final creature’s skull to a pulp with a nearby rock. If he hadn’t been a Gen’dai, he would have certainly been killed, but now, with his alchemized blade and various other weaponry, he no longer feared them.
He glanced at the upright pillar containing glyphs and ancient writing, and thanks to the tiara on his arm, he understood it with little effort. “Key in sand. How quaint. I wonder how long it took the empress’s crew to solve this...” he chuckled, and then pressed on the “s”, and watching as the door tumbled open. “Quickly, through here.” He broke into a run, and took the first right, moving as swiftly as he could. Time was of the essence. “The team spoke of an empty skeleton, the tuk’ata Rex. If visectrus hadn’t stolen the book with the spells of resurrection, I would make it mine. But, the map indicates tarentateks and grenades down the path to the right. Odds are they are dead, but I’m not taking any chances, so let’s find out.” He ignited his blade in his hand to illuminate his path as he went, inwardly praying there were no beasts awaiting him.
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Post by darthkain7 on Nov 22, 2018 23:26:11 GMT -5
IC: Darth Malos Virulent Valley, Korriban “Why, it is,” Malos responded, having finally caught his breath from the laughter. He was, without a doubt, still amused. This mostly came through his observations of Trinaya with both his eyes and the Force. Her cheeks blushed and her mind wrought with embarrassment, Malos still maintained that sadistic grin. While he did not have enough leeway in the temple to get away with needlessly torturing apprentices, humiliation was its own form of torture, one that he most certainly could get away with. He then turned his gaze back to the wrecked ship. It would be an hour, maybe two, before they reached it. But it was perhaps their best lead.  “It's obviously too old to be where the killers are from, but assuming they are some kind of raiders, they would have decided to at least check out the ship. And who knows? Maybe they've made it their camp. Either way, we'll find out once we get there.”Not beckoning the acolytes to follow, though obviously meaning to, Malos unseated himself from the rock, leaping to the ground below and wielding the Force as a glider, allowing it to caress his fall and prevent injury. He would leave the lovebirds to decide how they would get down without embarrassing each other anymore while he began to pack up the camp. TAGS: cliojayne , volacius TAGSET: Sinister Sith |
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Post by volacius on Nov 25, 2018 13:45:25 GMT -5
IC: Trinaya and Volacius Location- Virulent Valley Volacius held back a grin as a thought crossed his mind. “After you,” he said courteously, knowing that bringing further attention to the fact that she was sat upon his lap would cause her further embarrassment. ‘It’s a relief to finally have a goal to head towards,’ thought Trin. Hearing Volacius repeat of the phrase that had started their deranged dance to the boulder she grimaced but tried not to give their Sith companion any more fuel for laughter or jokes. Then she realized she had no idea how she was supposed to get down, first or otherwise. With Darth Malos on the ground there was more room on the ledge, but she wasn’t in a great position to get to that room. Seeing no other good options, Trin gingerly wrapped her arms around Volacius’ neck as a point of stability so that she could swing her legs around to the rest of the ledge. This maneuver somehow involved with Trin facing the tall acolyte while straddling him. It had also involved almost knocking both of them to their potential deaths. Doing her best to avoid making eye contact Trin muttered something inaudible. Knowing that there was no way Volacius had heard her Trin cleared her throat and repeated herself, still avoiding eye contact, “Could you set me down perhaps?” In retrospect it would have been much easier to start with this request. The grin that had threatened to show itself earlier faded. This affair was growing tiresome, the thought of potential combat making any enjoyment he had of Trin’s discomfort hollow. He had prolonged it for his own amusement, but now it was time to progress to something that might at least test his skills. Still, for whatever reason a part of him wanted to continue prolonging it. He obliged her request, placing his hands on her hips and lifting her from her sitting position. Once she was standing firmly, Trin dropped her hands from the Mirialan’s neck like her hands had been burnt. With a brief nod to acknowledge his help, Trin force jumped down, almost stumbled on her landing and rolling to save herself from a face plant into the dusty ground. At this point she didn’t know if she had any more embarrassment to give. Perhaps at the very least this trip would removed her ability to blush. With the whole strange situation behind him, Volacius followed her lead and leaped from his perch. darthkain7, cliojayne |
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Post by Darth Voidwalker on Nov 25, 2018 16:51:46 GMT -5
IC: Srethros Dread Fortress, Oricon The Gand broke the saber lock with Srethros and quickly moved back away from the man. But why? Why is he backing off? It’s not like him to give ground when he was so amped on my death just a moment ago. There’s more to work here. There has to be! Srethros being so caught up in his thoughts and trying to figure out the Gand’s strategy that he didn’t see the attack coming until it was right on top of him. Sith Lightning. Had the Rattataki had hair, it would have been on ends from the closeness of the flying electrical currents. There was no where he could go and no way to dodge the attack, his only option would be to meet it head on. At the last possible moment, Srethros reacted out of instinct and intercepted the lightning with the blade of his lightsaber. The energy of the blade absorbing the energy of Voxyn’s attack, saving Srethros the moment of pain. Taking a moment to regain his bearings, Srethros’ concentration was quickly interrupted by the voice of Arancia’s voice as it boomed across the room. “Treachery may be the way of the Sith, but what good is your teaching if there are no Acolytes left to carry on the torch? Already, this group turns on itself like a pack of starving Nexu over a slain Bantha. It is the duty of Sith Masters to keep those below in line. It is the way of the Sith Order!” As Srethros’ eyes fell to the point the Gand was gesturing at, he seen it, there on the floor laid the body of the acolyte Primus. He was dead. The death must have occurred while Srethros and Arancia where engaging one another, for Srethros never felt the signature of his life force slip away. Srethros scoffed then let out a deep sigh, fighting, death, destruction, was all he had ever known in his life. A life before the Sith, and now that life mattered not, he was a Sith Master and as much as he hated to admit it, the Gand was right. He had responsibilities to uphold now as a Sith Lord. Stepping forward to stand next to the Gand, Srethros took one last look at the still body of Primus growing cold, laying on the floor, and deactivated his own lightsaber. The Gand has also extinguished his own weapon as he started focusing on drawing in power and simply stated, “Arancia will do what is necessary to preserve order.” “Arancia!” Srethros spat, “This is my doing, I will correct this. The Monster already has a taste and will want more. We will deprive him and break him.” In the dim light corridor Tacite could be hiding anywhere in the shadows, using stealth was the only logical way Srethros could figure out how he could have killed the other acolyte. Closing his eyes and opening himself up to the Force, Srethros reached out through the shadows to find the Force signature of Tacite. Where are you? You can’t his from me forever Monster. After a moment he finally found him, he was there! Just out of their line of sight hiding and waiting to strike again. Srethros, with his eyes still closed, extended his arms and formed his hands in a claw like posture, as his command of the Force closed in on Tacite. He was stuck in the talon like grip of the Force, this Srethros was sure of. With a swift yanking motion, Srethros pulled the Monster out of hiding to the floor before his feet. Looking down upon Tacite, Srethros gazed deep into the eyes of Tacite, almost as if looking past his exterior flesh to a deeper more twistable being. “You incompetent Monster, do you see what you have done? You just couldn’t help yourself could you? You have killed a Sith acolyte, an account that is punishable by death. Look at me! I could end your life with a finger and no one would know except for us here. But, death is to simple, to easy and quick. You will remember this day for decades to come, if you live that long. From this moment forward your life belongs to me, you will swear your loyalty and life to me, Monster.” Srethros would loom over Tacite like an ominous storm as he awaited for some sort of a reply. There were only two possible outcomes, and Srethros was prepared to have both options covered. TAG: Darth Catalyst taciteoccultus darthvoxyn |
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Post by taciteoccultus on Nov 25, 2018 17:08:44 GMT -5
IC: Tacite OccultusLocation: Oricon, Dread Fortress At Srethros's last sentence " From this moment forward your life belongs to me, you will swear your loyalty and life to me, Monster.” Tacite saw an out of his current predicament. He looks up to the Rattataki and clearly states " Out of the whole group here you seem the only one that isn't incompetent," staring daggers at the Gand as he says the last word, " for me to swear loyalty to you who has done nothing wrong by me would be my pleasure. As such a gift to you in recompense." Tacite holds out the lightsaber of Primus for Srethros to take. Darth Voidwalker, darthvoxyn, Darth Catalyst |
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Post by Darth Catalyst on Nov 25, 2018 18:34:04 GMT -5
IC Darth CatalystEmperor’s Laboratory, KorribanThe past three days had certainly been an exhilarating few for Darth Catalyst. A night spent with Darth Apollyon, the Emperor's Hand, was not one to be forgotten about so easily. Short of the interruption from Xirr and his… plaything, it definitely stood out as a night of unimaginable pleasure. Catalyst looked back upon it fondly as he made his way through the depths of the Temple to the Emperor’s personal laboratory. The past two days had been positively mundane in comparison. Catalyst was honestly surprised he hadn't heard from his new apprentice in that time, but did not dare to jinx the blessed silence that came with Neoplix’s absence. It gave him time to wander the halls of the Academy absentmindedly. He had gone to the hangar to oversee the repairs of his ship, and seeing that they were going smoothly left the mechanics to their task. He had a feeling he would need the starfighter in the near future. The rest of his reprieve from duty was spent interrupting classrooms and watching the Initiates. His presence wasn’t exactly welcome in these situations but who was to tell him, a Sith Master, to leave. He basked in the recognition, the adoration, the fear. He hoped in part to be an inspiration to some of the Initiates, to show them just how far they could come. Today, however, there were no initiates on his route. It seemed that any soul who dared venture down these halls would do so in deathly silence, as if any noise would simply be swallowed into the dark whispers that haunted these chambers. Catalyst felt no fear, however. He looked to his chrono. 0557. He was right on time. He filed into the circular room alongside his fellow Masters. Apollyon’s coldly professional greeting to him elicited a smirk from Catalyst. Naturally, what happened behind closed doors until Xirr rudely opened them, was to remain unspoken. Catalyst nodded to her as they locked eyes. “Lady Apollyon, a pleasure as always,” he greeted her with a wink. Those privy to their prior activities would certainly pick up from his tone that he intended to coax her cheeks into flaring brighter red than Korriban’s sands. Deeper into the room, the chill of the Emperor's presence caused an involuntary shudder to run up Catalyst's spine. He was accustomed to the soul-sucking emptiness that surrounded Darth Dreadwar, but it didn't stop him from reacting. He dropped to a knee in front of the ethereal cloak. “My Emperor,” Catalyst addressed Dreadwar respectfully, averting his eyes from the pitch black emptiness where most beings kept their face. “It is an honor to stand in your presence again.” With his mandatory greetings out of the way, Catalyst stood and made his way towards the circle, taking his place next to Darth Xirr, his unexpected brother-in-arms. Catalyst listened intently as Apollyon rattled off the information she had compiled for them. The Chiss name meant little to him, but Yavin IV and Dantooine he was intimately familiar with. He knew that in the days of Palpatine’s Empire, both were important setpieces to the Rebellion, Dantooine being one of the planets he had been sent to find and exterminate them only to find abandoned buildings and scattered remains of the Rebels. It still astonished him that Tarkin had ordered the destruction of Yavin IV without knowing its true historical significance. Perhaps Palpatine had let him fail for that reason. Now, it seemed the most logical place to search for clues. After Apollyon finished her dossier, Catalyst waited a few seconds to ensure nobody else had anything to say before putting forth his input. “If I may be bold,” Catalyst spoke with the air of a seasoned veteran, “an infiltration of Yavin IV seems like it would be the wiser of the two options. Naturally, open conflict with the Jedi Order isn't something we want yet, so it would have to be a stealth mission. I would suggest that those who can't handle such a precision strike,” Catalyst shot a pointed look at Coatlec, “had best try their luck on Dantooine. I would be willing to partake in a small expedition into Jedi territory though, given the proper resources and team.” He looked around the room, waiting to hear input from the other Masters. TAG: Darth Dreadwar, Volshe, dice, Sedriss Nathemus the Conqueror,
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Post by darthkain7 on Nov 26, 2018 19:35:58 GMT -5
IC: Darth Malos Virulent Valley, Korriban
The two fumbled their way to the ground, both pairs of feet finally reaching the dirt by the time Malos had doused the flames of their campfire. Luckily for the acolytes, he had not been paying them any mind, focusing solely on preparing for the walk to the mountain. It was not so far of a walk, at least compared to the walk from here back to the temple. But Malos expected some kind of confrontation at this ship. In fact, he was sure of it. Whether it was the killers, some wild beasts, or perhaps something else, he could not be sure. But the threads of the Force that connected him to the world around him gave small premonitions. Not in the form of something so clear as a vision, perhaps. Rather, the premonitions came in the form of feeling. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end any time he looked at the ship, anxiety would take hold of his heart and cause it to stir. It was not a welcome feeling, but Malos was able to laugh off anything that did not please him. At least, so long as killing whatever displeased him was not an option. “Alright,” Malos spoke. “We'll probably make it there within an hour if there aren't any… interruptions. Let's make this quick. And if we're lucky, my hunch is right and we can head back to the temple. Who knows? Do well enough and maybe one of the higher lords will recognize you two.” The tone of his voice seemed serious, though either acolyte would also detect a sense of sarcasm in his voice. While there was no doubt that success here would be a boon for the two of them, Malos made it seem as if he would not consider either of them for an apprenticeship. Perhaps he was simply saying neither had earned his respect. Perhaps he instead was implying one would have to impress him more than the other. Regardless, it was time to begin moving again. Their night's rest and the hilarity of the morning had passed, and the coming of conflict was beginning. * * * Sinister Ship, Korriban Tah. Death. This is what Trill's experience had been for thousands of years. She would have no memory of the Pureblood Sith firing their anti-air guns on her ship. She would have no memory of the fall of the Infinite Empire. She would have no memory of the dozens of wars that followed, or of the dozens of factions who had reigned over the galaxy. She was just as good as dead, not even a spectator to the rising and falling tides of light and darkness that gave the galaxy its shape. But there was one difference. She was about to be awoken. * * * Malevolent Mountain, Korriban Malos and the two acolytes now stood at the base of the mountain, the monumental rock stretching towards the sky like a blade piercing the heavens. The stone was a charcoal gray with orange sands heavily coating all of the flat surfaces, and a golden dust covering the rest. The peak of the mountain blocked out the sun, casting a shadow upon the Sith and the ancient wreckage lying before them. It was the size of your average freighter, perhaps a bit larger. It was obvious that this ship was far before their time, and older than any time period that Malos had studied. Strangely enough, the airlock seemed intact, despite the shredded hull at the front and bottom of the ship. Whatever took this down was probably just as ancient as the ship was. The possibilities ran wild in Malos's mind, flying like harpies and pecking at his fragile psyche. Some giant monster, the lightning of some ancient Sith Lord… it was anyone's guess. But he silenced the thoughts with a smile, focusing on the task at hand. He was not the most sane man here, but he had not lost himself to the darkness. Yet. “So, kids… what do you think?”
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Post by dice on Nov 26, 2018 23:56:14 GMT -5
IC: Darth XirrEmperor's Laboratory, Sith Temple, Korriban The last few days had been... less than eventful for Lord Xirr. Aside from his first night back in the temple during which he had quite unceremoniously barged into Lord Catalyst and Lady Apollyon's most intimate of moments in pursuit of a piece of his pilfered armor. The thieving acolyte was swiftly dealt with by himself and Lord Catalyst, he was certain her screams would echo through the halls of the housing ward for decades to pass. The following two days had consisted of a much-needed visit to the med bay along with long days and even longer nights spent in the archives pouring over tomes both ancient and very much the opposite, shoulder-length hair once pitch-black greyed with the effects of the Tomb Expedition tied back behind his head. Several things that he had heard before he entered the Tomb now known to be the tomb of their very own Emperor had piqued his intrest, along with the assignment given to him by Lady Talon. What was a 'Mongrel Sith'? Xirr had to know. He also checked the database for a more personal topic. He had always fancied the imposing visual appearance of the more primitive races, as well as the humans of a far earlier time. Elaborate armor plating covered them from head to toe, overlapping mail with chinks in the armor in just the right places to allow for optimal movement while it was equipped, capes and cloaks flowing behind them gracefully as they charged into battle against their enemies, soon to soil their elegant armor with the sanguine fluids of war. The armor he had acquired from the Tomb came close to that, but Xirr knew he could do better. He wanted to imbue his new armor with the ancient sith magics present on the pieces from the Tomb. Durasteel plating to replace iron, mail inter-weaved with cortosis to hang beneath, a cape of midnight black woven with golden thread in elaborate patterns, runes, words of the ancients, and more depictions even darker still, all alive with the dark side as the enchantments imbued upon the armor of old imprinted themselves upon it. Soon. Before he was able to finish entirely his research he was summoned by Lady Apollyon herself. He was to meet her, along with the rest of the team in the Emperor's Laboratory at 0600 hours, he looked at his chrono as he hurried down the corridors of the Emperor's wing, walls of sandstone draped with cobwebs seeming to close in on him as he continued deeper into the bowels of the Academy, 0550, ten minutes. He would certainly make it in time, whether or not he wanted to make it at all, on the other hand, was an entirely different question. He entered the Emperor's chambers at 0555, 5 minutes before time. "Lord Xirr, glad you could make it." Apollyon said, Xirr greeted her in kind in passing as he moved towards the Emperor "Hail and well met, Lady Apollyon, glad to be here." The Tomb had given Xirr a new outlook on many things, a new outlook on the ethereal ruler of the sith Emperor Dreadwar himself especially. He dropped to one knee before the imposing figure, the hairs on his back standing immediately on end, "My Emperor. I am humbled to stand before you once more." He said before he rose once more, turning back to the others, taking his place beside Lady Apollyon as the others filed in. Xirr listened closely to Apollyon as she referenced the information displayed on the holo. The Chiss name meant nothing to him, though he did remember the planets referenced, Yavin IV and Dantooine, from what he remembered from his days in the Academy they were important Rebellion strongholds during the days of the Galactic Empire under the reign of Emperor Palpatine. All that mattered currently was that Yavin IV, the most logical place to search for clues, was under Jedi control. "...an infiltration of Yavin IV seems like it would be the wiser of the two options. Naturally, open conflict with the Jedi Order isn't something we want yet, so it would have to be a stealth mission. I would suggest that those who can't handle such a precision strike, had best try their luck on Dantooine" Lord Catalyst said once the presentation was concluded Xirr nodded, turning to his left to face the Inquisitor. "A grand idea, Inquisitor Catalyst." Xirr began, "Divide and conquer. A small team travels into Jedi space, while the remaining members look for information of Dantooine." He stopped for a moment, allowing time for the other masters to rebut before he continued "I would volunteer to accompany Inquisitor Catalyst to Yavin. That is of course, if my skills are not needed elsewhere."
TAG: Darth Catalyst , Padawan4687 , Volshe , Darth Dreadwar , Shira , @darth Coatlec the Illustrious, gorzan
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Post by darthvoxyn on Nov 29, 2018 1:39:45 GMT -5
IC: Voxyn Dread Fortress, Oricon The shooter had disappeared into the darkness as Voxyn drew nearer to him. Stopping a few feet from where the shooter had been he formed a ball of fire in his right hand. “How bothersome you keep slipping into the shadows like a rat. If you insist on making it hard for me to hit you then I’ll just have to hit everything.” Just as Voxyn was about to throw a wave of fire into the darkness a figure flew out of the shadows and straight passed him. Turning quickly to track the figure as it moved he now saw Tacite on his knees before Srethros and Arancia. Srethros seemed to have decided to stop the fight he started and was now berating the prisoner for the death of Primus. Slowly closing his fist to extinguish the flames in his hand he glanced down at Artemis then back at the two lords and the prisoner. This did not make sense to him. One moment they are walking down the halls of the Dread Fortress, Srethros randomly attacks them, and then Srethros stops the fight just as randomly as he had started it and was scolding Tacite for killing Primus. The only conclusion he could come to is that Srethros is insane so Voxyn was not going to let his guard down around him. He deactivated his lightsaber and stood off to the side, watching the interaction to see what was going to happen and how Arancia was going to respond. TAG: Darth Catalyst taciteoccultus Darth Voidwalker |
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Post by Arcane on Dec 2, 2018 20:05:41 GMT -5
IC: Arcane Sept of the Sith, beneath the Sith Temple, Korriban Arcane was in shock. What had just happened? The entire room was a fury of movement. His head was spinning as he stared at Ermir. "I ....I" He stammered. "I don't know what's going on." He let his eyes dart over every part of the room. Everything was back to still silence. Ermir looked tired. He looked as if he was awake for days. "What is going on Ermir?!" There was a bit of panic in his voice now. He dare not move. Not when Ermir had instructed him with that tone of voice. He was frozen with fear. His hair stood on end. The room, Ermir, time, sound, he questioned everything now. He waited with hushed breath for Ermir to explain. TAG: Darth Dreadwar |
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Post by Darth Voidwalker on Dec 2, 2018 20:58:41 GMT -5
IC: Voidwalker Ermir Marcus’ classroom, Sith Temple dungeons, Korriban, Dawn Morning had come, finally. Today had marked the first day Voidwalker would enter the academy as an actual student and acolyte. Not quite his goal, but he was a step closer than he had been. That had to account for something. Nonetheless Ermir Marcus was the contact Voidwalker had set out to find in the first place. If he had to sit through a class, then so be it. Besides, he might actually learn something he didn’t already know. Truthfully, Alchemy was one area that Voidwalker wasn’t familiar with, anything he learned would only help him in the end. The past three days had come and gone without much enthusiasm. A couple of tests and a trial of isolation, isolation was one thing Voidwalker was too familiar with. He’d been alone most of his life until more recent times, although now he had a promise to uphold to Karina that he would do all he could to protect her. Although that meant little to nothing now as he wasn’t able to do anything while they had been separated. The last day of his isolation, Voidwalker has been delivered a new set of robes, marking him as an acolyte. Along with a training saber and a class schedule. The black robes weren’t to different from the garb that he already wore, slight differences but still similar. The training saber however was a different story. Voidwalker had trained, fought, and even killed with his own lightsabers. They were a part of him. This training saber was little more than an insult, but it was what was issued to all acolytes. During the night of isolation Voidwalker had been released to return to shared dormitory, assumingly Karina and Nannley had also been released. Adorning his newly appointed acolyte robes and training saber, slyly concealed his own sabers by attaching the hilts to the back of his pants. There they should be hidden by his cloak, and remain a surprise should he need them. Emerging from his dorm with his schedule in hand, Voidwalker made his way through the dungeon halls to his first class. Alchemy: Temple Dungeons, Room 1138. Just before reaching the entrance of the classroom, Voidwalker regrouped with Karina, and Nannley was just ahead, ready to step in. Giving Karina a confirming nod, as to say ‘don’t worry, everything is fine. I haven’t forgotten my promise.’ Breaking his look from Karina, Voidwalker stepped forward to enter the door way behind Nannley only to see their path had been blocked by a Zabrak, obviously another acolyte. "Well, well, well, What have we here, eh? Looks like we have some new blood, Torid." The other student he had address, Torid, who was a Devaronian, made his way to seemingly join his accomplice. "Aye, I'd say so, Begard.” Torid and Begard. Voidwalker made mental notes of the names, the two seemed to be the kind to pull cheap tricks to advance. There was no pride from the likes of these two, acolytes who relied bullying were little more than insects in the eyes of Voidwalker. And insects deserved to be crushed! Torid had set his sights on Nannley first, with a look of disgust. Teacher isn't here yet, but I think I'll teach you your first lesson We don't like Cathar.” Torid said in a chuckle. “Aye, Master Marcus about ripped one to pieces, ain't that right, Begard!" The Zabrak chimed in with an agreement. "Aye, that's right, We haven't seen her in three days." "And it was her first day!" Torid laughed again Before turning a straight face and shooting a glance at Voidwalker, then seemingly refocusing on Nannley. "Maybe we won't see you again either, eh?" Feeling the ember of annoyance grow into the fire of anger, Voidwalker was ready to lash out verbally at the two imbeciles. The two fools didn’t deserve to be acolytes, and they wouldn’t become anything more than that. That he was certain of, whether he killed them or not. Suddenly Nannley responded on her own and spoke with confidence , not showing any sign of fear or anger. “Look… I’m just trying to go to class. Will you please get out of my way? Picking on a new student isn’t a way to build reputation if you really want to make waves. Why not take it out on some other student?” Voidwalker admires that her first choice was to reason with the two fools. A wise decision, especially on her first day. But he felt that while her logic was sound, her attempt was in vein. These two would only respond one way. Feeling the fire growing and no longer being contained, Voidwalker spoke up two address the two bullies before they would have a chance to respond to Nannley. “How about you let the lady pass? Trust me it’ll end better for the two of you that way. I’ve killed Jedi before, don’t think I won’t end the likes of you. Like you said, Teacher isn’t here yet, so who’s going to stop me? Now move or I’ll remove you.” TAG: Darth Dreadwar kurtishenschel @lordjania Padawan4687 |
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Post by volacius on Dec 2, 2018 22:49:31 GMT -5
IC: Trinaya and Volacius Location- Malevolent Mountain Volacius very nearly failed to resist the temptation to roll his eyes. He was not fond of being referred to as a child. He had been through too much, overcome enough to have at least earned the right to be referred to with some dignity. Nevertheless, he stepped forward to examine the wreckage before them. Using the Force, he gently removed the layer of sand from a section of the craft’s outer hull. There were signs of severe stress, which was to be expected of a downed vessel, but no obvious signs of what had caused the crash. “Nothing out of the ordinary that I can see,” the Mirialan reported. “Everything seems consistent with other crashed starships I’ve encountered. We’ll need to take a closer look to find out why the ship crashed.” Unknowingly in agreement with Volacius about being referred to as a “kid”, Trin nodded in open agreement with The Mirialin’s assessment of the wreckage. Hesitant of disturbing anything she reached out with the force- sending featherlight tendrils out to see what she might feel past the surprisingly intact airlock. darthkain7 , cliojayne |
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Post by darthkain7 on Dec 3, 2018 23:23:33 GMT -5
IC: Darth Malos Sinister Ship, Korriban The Sith Lord had felt the spike of annoyance flash in the hearts of the acolytes the moment he spoke. Were they truly so insulted by a simple word? Malos smiled. Something else he could use to push their buttons should he find the exercise necessary. Regardless, Volacius spoke the truth. They would indeed have to take a closer look in order to investigate further; they could only do so much from the outside. With the thought past, Malos simply waved his hand, activating the airlock and hoping to open it. The door grinded open, only for it to suddenly stop halfway through. It seemed that such a small amount of power usage was all it took to completely drain whatever systems were keeping this hunk of metal running. Still impressive that it had lasted this long, regardless. “Well, there goes the easy route,” Malos muttered, his smile turning into a grimace of frustration. Digging into that frustration and mining power out of his heart of coal, he took hold of the airlock once again, only this time using that power to rip away the door with a sickening screech of metal. The door flew past the Sith, rolling into the sand and tossing the irritating substance about in all directions, but particularly right on top of Malos. Snarling, the Sith Lord rustled his hair clean of the sand and saying, “I don't like sand.” When the acolytes gave him a curious look, he sighed, “It's coarse, and rough, and irritating. And it gets everywhere.”He then shook his head and forced a smile, “Let's head inside, shall we?”The trio of Sith would step inside the hulking wreckage, their boots creating footfalls that echoed throughout the ship. It looked nearly as bad on the inside as it did on the outside, for the damage to the hull had allowed the elements to slip their way inside the ship. Sand, water damage, mold… it was disgusting. No way anyone sane would choose to live here; the smell alone wanted to drive even Malos away. “Let's play a game,” Malos whispered, unhooking the lightsaber from his belt. He then announced, loudly, “If you like to kill people, clap your hands!” Malos clapped his hands together, and hoped to hear more clapping from further in the ship. Alas, either the killers were not in a playful mood, or they were not here at all. “No fun,” the Sith Lord muttered before stepping in further. The interior design of the ship seemed strange compared to the ships of today, and the lettering on various furniture was unlike any Malos knew. Most certainly not Aurebesh, and probably not ancient Sith either. Weird. “Keep close,” Malos said to the others. “No need to split up in close quarters.” With that, he approached the door to the next room, which had been locked shut due to the power outage. Not wanting to toss a door around in such a small space, the Sith Lord ignited the orange blade of his lightsaber with a thumbing of the ignition switch, and then planted the blade of plasma into the hinge of the door. He slowly dragged the saber through the metal until the door fell away, slamming into the floor. Dust flew up from the impact, and the smell of burnt steel filled the room. Shrugging, Malos stepped over the fallen door and ventured inside. The acolytes would find him surprised, his eyes wide and mouth hanging open slightly. Inside this room was a man-sized box, and past the viewing window on this box was the shape of a woman. He could not tell her species, but he could tell that she was still alive; and very powerful. How was this possible? “Are you seeing what I'm seeing?” Malos asked Volacius and Trinaya, not taking his eyes off of the pod.  TAGS: cliojayne , volacius , @lordjania TAGSET: Sinister Sith |
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