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Post by darthkain7 on Jan 4, 2019 11:53:36 GMT -5
IC: Lylia
Ziost
Within seconds, the two Ziost guards lied in a heap on the floor, their armor smoking from the various scorch marks caused by the incredible amount of blasterfire they had just taken. Lylia stepped past their corpses, not daring to step over them and ruin her good luck. But as she turned her gaze towards the ones firing at the guards along with her, and got a look at the man who had been helping her, she knew that her luck had already turned sour. More Sith. Kriffing great.The young Omwati woman was unable to even get a word out before the gruff Sith, whom was obviously in charge, ordered both her and the others there to file onto the ship for takeoff. Part of Lylia wanted to protest. Another wanted to turn tail and run. The Sith, while well-paying, were her least favorite customers. They were cruel when they were in the best of moods, and inexplicably vile when they were not. How could anyone possess so much hatred for the rest of the galaxy? Even Lylia, who was once a slave, never dreamed of going on a killing spree just to sate some ill-gained bloodlust. The Sith were all madmen and madwomen; Lylia did not want to have anything more to do with them. But she did not have much of a choice if she wanted to keep breathing. The Sith had hacked the systems of this base, but she doubted the effects of the hack would last much longer. In a minute, or possibly less, she would be painted with a big red target, and there would not be anyone left to protect her. She would have to put aside her disdain for the Sith, for now. Not protesting, and not running away, Lylia nodded as she began to rub her arms in an effort to keep them warm, walking towards the shuttle and boarding it. She did not keep track of any names or faces as she got aboard the shuttle, regardless of the feeling that everyone was staring at her. She wanted to draw her blaster again, after having holstered it just before the troopers dropped, and point it at anyone looking at her. But that simply could not be the case. She had to survive, and she could not afford to upset any of these maniacs. She stood in the corner of the shuttle, close to the doors in case she had to make some form of escape. She held onto the nearest safety handle with her left hand, leaving her right free to draw her weapon. It was not long before the shuttle doors closed, and the ship lifted off into the sky. She could hear the pilots and other soldiers going on about fighters on their tail moments before the shuttle began to rock from the turretfire that they were receiving. Lylia had half a mind to go into the cockpit and show these nerfherders a thing or two about piloting a ship, but it was not long before the ship lurched back and shot forward, signalling that they had entered hyperspace. With the danger, at least from other entities, past, Lylia finally decided it was time to speak. "I appreciate the rescue," she spoke, "I can hop off at any of the nearest civilized worlds, if you don't mind. I can find my way back to Nar Shaddaa just fine." And before anyone tried to say that she had not completed her job in retrieving the holocron, she added, "I also don't have a problem returning the first half of the payment for this job. That way no one loses anything." As much as she did not like losing out on credits, she liked remaining Sith-free even more. TAGS: dragonsith13 , Darth Xxys , Reiis Invadator TAGSET: Unknown Moon |
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Post by Darth Xxys on Jan 6, 2019 11:21:49 GMT -5
Aboard shuttle I.C. Xxys The shuttle craft hummed through hyperspace. They had just managed to escape from the planet Zoist with all passengers on board. The guards responding to their presence on the landing pad had gotten caught in the hastily set ambush; and with the help of the Omwati female hitting them from behind, they had stood no chance of surviving. Xxys had not needed to intervene. Just as well, he was not long out of the bacta-tank and still a bit battered from his near death. The ride was not over. The pilot managed to avoid the bases volley of laser fire by staying low to gain speed and distance from the base. However, within seconds two fighters had started pursuit. Xxys quickly found a seat and strapped in. "Counter measures ready" barked the pilot and began a steep climb towards space. The fighters matched the climb and green bolts of energy burst from their laser cannons. The pilot was experienced. He rolled out of the incoming fire and gave the aft gunner a clean window of fire. The fighters peeled out of the path of the returned fire and regrouped for another pass. As the shuttle broke out of the planets gravity the artificial gravity took over and the ride smoothed. But only for a moment. The forwards screen filled with a much larger, and heavily armed, orbital patrol ship. Again the pilot heaved the ship over to evade the pulsing turbo lasers. The shields of the shuttle deflected the worst of it but the ship again shuddered and shook under the relentless cannon fire. Suddenly there is the distinct "bang" and shudder of a sonic charge and the closest fighter disintegrated almost instantly. Forced to break off pursuit the remaining fighter disengaged. The orbital spacecraft, while far more powerful, was also far slower. The pilot flipped the remaining switches and the ship streaked to the safety of hyperspace. The new occupant was an Omwati female. She had kept her cool and hit the guards from behind and helped effect her own rescue, however once the ship doors had closed she retreated into a corner and exuded a sense of dread, and fear. She is more terrified of her rescuers than those that she had just escaped. Xxys listened to the woman as she promised to return a payment... and too be dropped at the nearest space port. She clearly did not want to be here. Xxys rose from the jump seat and moved away from the where the woman stood. She was of no immediate concern...but clearly important enough to risk all their lives to acquire. Xxys approached Lord Pares, and after a shallow bow he spoke to the Dark Lord "My Lord, may I inquire as to our destination?" darthkain7 dragonsith13 @kiaerlae |
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Post by Reiis Invadator on Jan 7, 2019 16:54:48 GMT -5
IC: Kai Erlae With the guards dead, Kai made quick work getting into the shuttle regardless of whether or not their cargo followed. He truly didn't care. But there was food on the ship and at least that had to be saved. He strapped himself into the nearest seat, but not before grabbing a duffel bag from the overhead storage and holding it between his feet. He might not get a chance to eat yet, but he'd be ready when the time came. Swirling starships and daring maneuvers didn't make for a very easy stomach, but Kai wasn't too concerned. He tore through his bag until he found a container of bantha jerky, carefully opening the package so that when the time came, he could grab some of it. He wasn't worried about dying. There were Sith on board, and they did weird things to live. Besides, it wasn't as if he was going to all of a sudden pilot the ship himself. But the beautiful swirls of hyperspace soon surrounded them, and Kai shoved a hunk of jerky into his mouth, chewing it as his gaze darts between the occupants of the shuttle. The girl wanted out, and out soon, clearly. He didn't blame her, but it didn't concern him. It wasn't as if she were offering food or anything. He swallowed, feeling slightly less overwhelmed with hunger, and relaxed on the seat. A little hand, he could feel quite plainly, was wriggling a little too high up into his lungs. It had gotten stuck again. Kai stretched out as best he could, even taking off the restraints to get a better angle. He exhaled as much as Devaronianly possible and the little hand wiggled free. "It's not like you would fall out if you didn't hang on," he grumbled bitterly, low enough -- he felt -- to be heard only by his living tumor. TAG: darthkain7 , Darth Xxys , dragonsith13 |
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Post by Darth Dreadwar on Jan 8, 2019 19:00:58 GMT -5
IC: Kat Tento
The Tomb of Ku'ar Danar, Valley of the Dark Lords, Korriban Imagine, if you will, a planet bereft of hope. A world caked in dust and decay, upon whose desiccated surface, scorched by the midday sun yet frozen by the arid cold of a howling night, the living walk as though dead, stumbling across the abysmal plains of Morghul through blossoming clouds of choking sand, into the dark clefts of Synn and hideous ravines of Razalmach that mask the buried power of the ancient Sith behind a stench of mummified rot, animated in their dreary sojourns by only one thing, to which they clasp with the last ragged breath of desperate will: the raw, untrammelable power of the dark side. In such a place, hope is meaningless. Hope is for the weak, hope is for the slaves, hope is for the images of their tortured forms, forever pressed into stone as kneeling colossi that eternally uphold the crumbling temples and ruined palaces of their long-dead lieges. There is no hope on Korriban. But there is power. And so it came to pass that Darth Neoplix, in the fourth year of the reign of Dreadwar, went up unto the Valley of the Dark Lords, seeking not hope nor redemption, but proscribed secrets in its tenebrous tombs. Beside him, the Nautolan Kat Tento, amphibian skin gritted with dust, though not yet dried entirely (for Horuset had not yet risen), padded across the desert sands like one condemned to Chaos, fear at her future gripping her heart, yet twisted excitement for the clutching embrace of evil igniting in her gut, twinges of forbidden pleasure stoked by the thrilling aura of ghostly dark power that the Valley veritably breathed. Here, amidst the broken pillars and towering canyon walls, Korriban was a dying land, but not yet dead. Where the valley of Golg in the equatorial south was wholly bare and barren, here things still grew, harsh, twisted and bitter, struggling for life amidst the desert crags. In the glens of the Dreshdae necropolis, a scant handful of low scrubby trees lurked and clung in the dim dawn light, coarse grey grass-tussocks fought with the stone feet of cracked statues, withered mosses crawled up their legs, and writhing, tangled brambles sprawled across the shadowy dens of evil Tuk'ata. Some had long stabbing thorns, some hooked barbs that rent like vibroknives, but each bore blades as wickedly sharp as the many horns of the Sith hounds. The sullen shriveled leaves of yesteryear hung upon them, but their maggot-ridden buds were only now opening. Flies, dun or grey or black, buzzed and stung; and above the briar-thickets, clouds of hungry midges, as thick as the duststorms upon the carrion fields of Gorgoth, danced and reeled like swaying cultists of the Old Ones, ever watchful, with their primitive chironomid eyes, of the dried pellets of behemoth dung that were being rolled carefully across the trap-ridden Valley floor below by teaming slave columns of ebon-shelled scarabs. It is an eking nigh as desperate as Academy acolytes, Kat thought, the great dark ovals of her alien eyes scanning the grim scene as she followed Neoplix in his ginger path past the spike pits. Korriban was a mistress equally unforgiving to gnat and gadfly and Jedi and Sith alike, but such was the way of the dark side. Conflict was a crucible, survival its mechanism, evolution its outcome. A fly landed on her arm. She crushed it. The strong survive, and the weak perish. The mantra of Darth Bane echoed in her mind, lending her strength against her fear as she followed her Gen'Dai compatriot towards the towering canyon wall. Ahead, breathing like a living thing, was the darkness of a crypt gouged into the Valley's stone. The tomb of Ku'ar Danar, that dreadful mausoleum that had long born the false attribution of Naga Sadow, awaited them. The air around it felt strangely welcoming, yet that unnaturally intense feeling, some plying suggestion of a whispering spirit no doubt, only strengthened Kat's sense that here she did not belong. But they were not about to turn back, now, and so she quashed her fears that the way would shut behind them, that ghastly figures of death waited for them in tattered robes with outstretching claws, and followed Neoplix towards the gaping maw of the vault. She thrashed her many lekku as she passed beneath the forbidding entryway, dislodging the cobwebs that sought to cling to her scalp. The long passageway they now traversed branched in three directions several meters down, and Neoplix took them right, igniting his lightsaber to illuminate their passage as the darkness grew heavier and more oppressive. The air smelled like wasting death, and it grew evermore acrid, each inhalation stinging her parched amphibious nostrils. "There is something foul ahead," said she, then, the echoing reports of her footfalls slowing behind Neoplix. But the Gen'Dai was relentless, and Tento unwilling to show the weakness of reluctance, and so she followed him anyway, the vast black pits of her eyes widening further still to see all she could in the faint light of his weapon. The lethal torch, for awhile, provided only a sphere of light amidst an increasingly pitch blackness, revealing only the cracked sandstone of the passageway's walls. But then it reflected off a wall ahead, a distant gleam of limestone, and the hieroglyph-covered walls to their sides terminated abruptly, and Kat perceived they had entered a vast cavernous chamber. She ignited her own weapon, then, whether in fear or out of a desire to lend a little more light, even she did not know, joining its crimson illumination to Neoplix's own. There the two Sith stood, tiny and insignificant below some ancient subterranean ceiling twenty meters above, lightsabers humming loudly enough in the deathly quiet to make Tento deeply anxious. But no great beast came stumbling out of the darkness. The acrid stench had reached its fever peak, a smell of acidic toxin, bestial sweat and evil rot, but it seemingly belonged to no Sithspawn living or dead, for the chamber they were in, although clearly great enough to house two Terentatek, was entirely empty. The chamber had a rectangular shape, and she pointed her lightsaber down lengthways on either side, noting the one wall close to her right, and the more distant wall to her left. In the corner where that wall joined the wall ahead, diagonally across from the entrance, there was a small exit to some other chamber. "A doorway too low for Terentatek to stoop under," she gestured. "Let's check it out. The Terentatek must be dead, though I see no skeletons, but perhaps the grenades are in there." |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 9, 2019 12:40:19 GMT -5
IC: Trill Location: Virulent Valley, Korriban Trill would see the man deactivate his saber as well and she would simply scoff as she hadn’t cared if he had done so or not. Her power was slowly returning more and more every minute and if she couldn’t already it wouldn’t be long before the green boy was no longer even a close challenger to her. She would show them why she was amongst the top of the hounds and how she managed to live so long. It was a feat that she made it to 25 years old and she wouldn’t let these fake Sith kill her off so soon after waking up from her sleep. Hearing him utter something she couldn’t make out she would glance back for a moment but ultimately remain silent as she had no basis on what he was saying. However, she did try to probe him to get any feel on his intent but the man was remarkable at keeping his emotions a blank slate. Trill would commend him for this within the psyche of her own mind as she turned her total focus back to heading towards the source of power they were feeling through the dark side and for her sake and the others she hoped that it was who she thought it was; Darth Venomis. Hearing Malos speak to her once more she would understand very little of what he was saying but still just enough to know he was mocking her dedication to the gods and their unmatched knowledge and power. Looking back at him as she would have found a few words to make a reasoned response back that though may seemed incoherent to them, made perfectly full sense to her. “I no die… I serve Predor and Predor serve Daritha… Through they I be immortalis.” She explained as she was surprised Malos was letting her take lead of the group in the walking formation for now. However, it wouldn’t last long as she stopped when she saw the temple in the far distance. It took a little less than a instant for her to sense the presence that had was emitting from in there and she would smile as she just knew this had to be the answer to everything. Her God was in there awaiting tribute and she wouldn’t keep him waiting. Looking at Malos as he apparently asked a question, Trill understood the words temple and camp and figured he was asking if they wanted to stop here as the sun went down, Trill would simply stop and half turn to face the group but held one hand out pointing at the temple. “We move. We go now! Daritha in temple! Predor say he be in temple look! I right.. we go!!” She said in a confident tone as she would turn and continue to walk once more whether they followed her or not; for she would not allow herself to be disrespectful to the gods by waiting to see them. Tag: darthkain7, volacius, cliojayne |
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Post by volacius on Jan 9, 2019 19:27:12 GMT -5
IC: Trinaya (and locket) and Volacius Location- Virulent Valley, Korriban As soon as the locket clicked close, everything changed for Trin. None of this mattered, not the mission, not strange women lying in cryostasis waiting for the metaphorical kiss to wake up, not deranged Sith Masters, and not tall confusing yellow men except when they TOUCHED HER LOCKET. She pulled away from Volacius quickly with her hand pressed to the locket and her eyes glaring at him suspiciously. She didn’t even know why she was here. If Trin had to be on a mission she should be the leader of the expedition, her superiority to these lesser beings was clear. They should be thanking her for her presence, not constantly trying to pick fights that she had to break up. Rolling her eyes slightly at Trill’s clear eagerness, Trin shrugged noncommittally about it all. As long as she had her locket it didn’t really matter whether they went on or stayed there. Volacius raised an eyebrow at his companion’s sudden change in behaviour. It was out of character for her, at least from what little he knew of her. Then again, she was a rich nobleman’s daughter, and it was entirely possible Volacius had simply underestimated her affinity for jewelry. Nevertheless, he resolved to keep a closer eye on her than he already had been. As for the choice given them by Malos, Volacius didn’t feel particularly in need of rest. Trill clearly wanted to keep going, and though her desires were of no concern to him, he was growing tired of nights spent out in the desert. The academy, as treacherous and competitive as it was, was at least a much better place to reside. “I vote we continue. Unless any of you feel you require rest, I see no reason not to proceed and bring this mission to a close.” darthkain7, @lordjania, cliojayne |
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Post by darthkain7 on Jan 10, 2019 0:26:07 GMT -5
IC: Darth Malos Virulent Valley, Korriban Malos snorted at the girl's ramblings. No wonder she believed the nonsense those Rakata told her; they offered a god complex with their slavery package. No matter. She would see how wrong she was, or she would die with her beliefs. It didn't matter much to Malos at the moment, his mind instead drifting towards Trinaya. He felt something change in her the moment the locket was strapped around her neck. She jolted suddenly, pulling away from Volacius and protectively holding the necklace. Did he try to steal it or something? No, she was obsessed over it. Malos could feel it. Strange that she would be so protective over something she had quite literally just acquired, but perhaps it was related to her materialistic background. Either way, he had a feeling her mind was not focused on the mission. Annoying, but not so much so that he would bring it up now. Trill and Volacius both seemed intent on continuing forward, and Malos did not argue. He was ready to get this over with. “Alright, then,” Malos said, replying sharply in response to Trill's attitude. Taking the lead once again, the Sith Lord led the group forward, towards the looming temple ahead. The closer they approached, the more the temple seemed to lean towards them, threatening to crush them underneath its jagged towers and sturdy walls. The darkness ahead of them seemed to give the temple unnatural life; those listening closely enough could almost hear the buildings breathing. Perhaps it was simply the heat playing tricks on their minds, or perhaps the dark side was so potent here that it was twisting their senses. Either way, no one would feel particularly comfortable in the presence of this place, and would feel no better by the time they reached the main gates. The gates were ancient, heavy and made of stone. It would take a superhuman amount of strength to open them, and Malos doubted that any single one of them could open it alone. “These look… pretty heavy,” Malos spoke. “Why don't you three push them open? Think of it as a team-building exercise.” The Sith Lord smiled, taking a bow and backing away a few paces to give the three any space they needed. _________________________
IC: The Locket Trinaya's Neck Keep me safe.
We will travel the world
until I find my place.
Keep me safe.
Any who threaten us will die by your blade.
Keep me safe.
There are many lives we shall take.
Keep me safe.
Fail me and you will lose your face.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 11, 2019 1:11:46 GMT -5
IC: Trill Location: Virulent Valley, Korriban Trill would feel the girl’s sudden shift as she seemed to be focused on a locket that was now around her neck. It wasn’t hard to figure out the locket was enchanted by the magick of someone or something. It also wasn’t hard to figure out that if someone tried to take the locket from her then they would probably lose that hand right where they stood. But that concerned her none as they quickly approached the temple and the presence and pressure they felt through the locked entrance increased in intensity what felt like tenfold. Walking up to the door she would feel all over it wondering if it would be activated by some secret button or key slot she would find nothing extremely noticeable about it. Taking a step back she would try her next method ignoring the rest of the group since she felt there was no way slaves of such horrible caliber would know anything about how to open a door like this. A door that had obviously been enchanted the same as she felt the locket was. Pulling out the shoto she wondered if it had anything to do with door and wondered if being near it would activate the saber. Holding it out and trying to focus her force she would find the weapon still not activating and she couldn’t tell what she was doing wrong. “Ettt! Kiff Da!!” She would yell out in desperation as she began to shake the hilt or bang it or anything just to get it to activate. Why wasn’t her use of magick making the saber activate? Was the damn device broken? Did it require a spell? Reaching her hand across and patting the saber as she kept adjusting a grip she felt her palm slide over a button and as she accidentally pressed it she would see the saber come to life. Scared at the sudden activation without her channeling any energy into it, her face was bewildered as she dropped the saber and watched it deactivate. Taking a moment to just look at the hilt again before picking it up she would find the button again and pressed it only to see the saber emerge from its slumber once more. “What? How?” She asked to herself as she wondered how a force saber could activate without any energy. What type of devilry was this that now anyone could wield of such power. Was this how these slaves came into the power they believed they had? Taking a deep breath before swing the shoto saber at the door she would watch as it had no effect as well and would sigh as she knew if there was no secret button and no way for her to break it down then she needed to find a way to open it. Figuring a prayer would work she would press the hilt button and deactivate the saber before placing it back on her belt before dropping to both of her knees and offering a prayer at the door. “Ekk ku los mon nay tak free ton me da la fak tee mon Vahl. Daritha Immortalis klee et etern.” She would call out to the door as she continued to keep her head down in prayer. She wondered in Vahl would open the door as she heard Malos say something about all them opening the door but she ignored him. She knew her Gods would open the door for her since all the galaxy was their domain and she was a loyal servant. As she finished repeating the chant for the fourth time she kept her head down as she was hoping to hear the rumbling of the door opening. In the next minute or so she would know but she wouldn’t leave prayer position before finding out for sure. Tag: cliojayne, volacius, darthkain7 |
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Post by Darth Dreadwar on Jan 11, 2019 13:06:57 GMT -5
Korriban Wilds, near the ruins of Ur
 The sentry slain, Lords Draconis and Cruor, those ancient heralds of night that had come up from the wilderness of shadowy southern deserts, proceeded north across the perilous bridge of rope and rickety baobab wood that crossed the Valley of Ur, towards the rising blood-soaked flame of Horuset whose pyre light bathed the forgotten wilderness of long-lost gods in a magnificent dawn of dust-laden silence broken only by the piercing cries of the far-soaring shyrack. Against its distant celestial splendor, the two Lords of Darkness, however giant the Gen'dai titan Cruor, however mighty amongst the legends the Rattataki assassin Draconis, appeared as but tiny silhouettes, in the way all things, no matter how ancient and powerful, were made to seem small by the primordial majesty of the natural world. The bridge rocked gently in their passage, each footfall portending their long-prophesied coming to the abandoned realm of Ur. They met no resistance. Although the dawn air was alive with dark side energy, and their attuned senses would be able to detect the subtle aetheric vibrations on the twines of the Force that betrayed the spider-movements of disquiet spirits locked in the spectral miasma below, no great monster spawned of some ancient Sith alchemy interrupted their trek across the vast Valley. However, the height of the bridge, sinking under the weight of Cruor in the centre as the ropes pulled taut, did grant wondrous glimpses of the sights below; beneath them on the left, visible just barely in the shaded sands, was the fossilised skeleton of some archaic giant of yore, its skull easily ten times larger than a man's, its behemothic thighbones like petrified tree trunks. It belonged to no known species found in any taxonomy, a stark reminder that much was still missing from scientists' and loremasters' understanding of the galaxy's ancient past. Some gargantuan ancestor of the hulking Massassi, perhaps? Some antediluvian monster that predated the evolution of the Sith species on Korriban (if they even evolved on Korriban) over a hundred thousand years ago? The open question lay in the sand, a hundred meters below. But the two Sith had opted not to enter the gorge and its shattered monuments and ossuary-crypts, at least not for now, instead making way for the great ziggurat-city of Ur that sprouted from the plains of Dis to the northwest. They reached the end of the bridge, and Ur loomed closer still, its great walls broken by forgotten sieges, its temples and pyramids crumbled into ruin, more resembling mountains of monolithic stone than inhabited structures. A long and lonely stretch of bare sand lay between them; to the northeast was a pile of bleached bones. Distantly visible, a small light of fire visible in the dawn light trailing smoke lazily into Korriban's sandy sky, was a small encampment of tents, just outside Ur's walls.  |
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Post by gorzan on Jan 14, 2019 11:45:21 GMT -5
Ic: Darth Neoplix
Location: korriban tomb
Neoplix was almost disappointed to see the lack of obstacles. No terrentateks to kills, no bestial monsters to fight and slay. But then, it was also a relief. Neoplix has already been through hell and back within this tomb, and now was probably not the time to tempt fate to send a massive armored killing machine like a terrentatek.
He glanced back, hearing kat’s words. “Perhaps. We shall find out.” The lack of skeleton’s or remains bothered him too, far more than he would ever let on. After all, it meant that something, or someone, had removed them. He needed to know what, however. As he walked across the room, he cast out his senses, searching for heartbeats, for the slightest rustling of movement, or some presence in the force, signifying life. He remembered the skeletal zombies he had encountered deeper within the tomb, and wondered if more of those awaited him here.
He had, of course, wanted to send kat ahead of him, risking her life over his own. However, he also knew that she might protest, wasting valuable time, and it might harm his reputation or appearance. No, it was better if he did this himself. Besides, he had yet to come across anything that could kill a gen’dai, and he doubted whatever was on the other side of this half closed door would be any different.
Holding his glowing red lightsaber out ahead of him, he stepped through the door, ducking slightly, and looking left and right, ready to back out at any sign of trouble. Sure, some sith May pride themselves for being fearless, but the fearful survive longer Than the foolishly brave. But then, he thought, perhaps there would be no enemy beyond this door, no traps or tricks waiting for them. But he doubted he would be that lucky.
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Post by volacius on Jan 14, 2019 14:20:37 GMT -5
IC: Trinaya (and locket) and Volacius Location- Virulent Valley, Korriban Volacius raised his hand towards Trill as if he were about to protest her actions, then thought better of it. He clenched his fist as she banged the Shoto against the door. What good would that do other than damage the design on the hilt? He was still irritated that he hadn’t managed to procure that Shoto for himself, and seeing her fumble around with it did not give him any confidence that she’d be able to handle it well. She dropped to her knees and he rolled his eyes as he watched her kneel, beginning to sputter some nonsense in her foreign tongue. How pitiful could one be that they had some much power, enough perhaps to evenly match one as strong as Malos, and yet still feel religious devotion to an Empire that had been extinct for millennia? Did her power even matter as long as she bound herself by these fantastical and unprovable beliefs? The Mirialan shook his head. Trill would clearly be of no use here, so instead he turned his attention to Trinaya. She seemed to still be distracted by the locket to some extent, but at least he knew from their encounter with the Tuk’ata that she could be counted on. “Trinaya,” he said, trying to get her attention. “Assist me with this door.” “Keep me safe…” The locket lay in her hand, speaking soft words that should be scary, but they were so reassuring. She and the locket would be together forever. They would destroy all in their path. Nothing mattered as long as she kept her locket safe. A small fog free part of her mind was concerned about her instant obsession. She was on a mission. Regardless of Darth Malos, this mission was for the Emperor. That small part was not big enough to change her focus, though. -keep me safe- She must keep the locket safe, though. If her locket wasn’t safe she wasn’t safe. Trin heard her name and looked up. The growing friendship that she had with Volacius warred with her one true purpose in life- keeping the locket safe -rule together- With an effort she laid it on her chest, the cutout in her shirt letting it sit against her skin safely. With less contact her attention snapped back to the present, with the small part of her mind now focused on the locket. It took an effort not to face palm at Trill’s efforts. While she wanted to be fair and say she understood what the woman had been aiming for, she hadn’t been paying attention to what had happened before so the display currently was… uninspiring. -keep me safe- Resisting the urge to grab the locket again Trin turned towards Volacius, looking up at him. “What’s the plan? Clearly Trill’s plan is lacking a key component. I guess we could try just… pushing it? I’d hate to fall into any kind of trap, though…” -keep me safe- Trin gripped tightly to her glaive to resist the urge to grasp the locket. “Perhaps we should force push it instead?” “Yes, that is what I meant when I asked for your assistance,” Volacius responded, slightly agitated at her lack of focus. Surely the rich young noble wanted to get away from the desert and back to civilization as much, if not more, than he did. Setting those ponderings aside, he raised both his hands toward the door, glancing in Trinaya’s direction to ensure that she followed suit. Trin could tell that Volacius was frustrated with her but couldn’t understand why. Surely he wasn’t blaming her for Trill’s strange behavior? She couldn’t resist the urge to check the locket one more time with a light touch of her hand -keep me safe- before following his lead and directing her attention to opening the door. She most likely could have done this on her own -a goddess- but it would go faster with the two of them. Trill seemed to get that they were doing something and moved back from the door. Hopefully their efforts would produce something. darthkain7, @lordjania, cliojayne |
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Post by darthkain7 on Jan 14, 2019 15:54:44 GMT -5
IC: Darth Malos The Gates of the Abandoned Temple, Korriban Malos struggled to suppress a giggle the moment he saw Trill frustrated, slamming her shoto against the door until she finally got it working, only to realize that it would take far longer to cut through the door than to attempt other methods. Of course, it would take even longer if she simply tried to pray the doors open. The moment she dropped to her knees and began speaking Rakatan, Malos could not hold back his laughter any longer. His lungs expelled his amusement in an unattractive snicker, the laugh lasting long enough that Malos had to wipe away the tears brought about by his amusement. How would praying to the dead do anything but waste time? Even in her reverence to these ancient fools, did she really think they would open the gate for her? Weakness. Wishing others to do what only you can do yourself. Malos had hoped this girl would be useful to their cause, and he was continually being disappointed. Hopefully she would turn things back around if they got into a fight with someone. Or something. Volacius seemed able to snap Trinaya out of her trance, at least. Her obsession with the locket was obvious to anyone with a set of working eyes, and Malos began to suspect that the reason was more foul than he initially believed. But open confrontation would be counterintuitive right now, especially now that she and Volacius were working together to push the door open. The two of them seemed to concentrate, forming their power into one, and exploding it forward in a blast of kinetic energy that neither could do alone. The gates reacted to the force of the impact, sliding across the sand and sending up a dust cloud that would impair all of their vision for the few moments following the blast. Once the dust settled, it became apparent that the gates had moved, just enough that each of them could slide through; thankfully, none of them were heavy eaters. Especially lately. “Where I'm from,” Malos said , “they say that gods only help those who help themselves. In other words, there's no one to help you just because you ask. Self-reliance is one of the cornerstones of the Sith ideal, and don't forget it. Or else you might find yourself laughed at by yours truly.” Malos grinned, the continued forward, taking the lead and sliding through the gate. It was a tight squeeze, and his lightsaber nearly hooked onto a crack in the gate due to the hilt's curvature, but Malos kept his clothing and lightsaber intact. The others would not be able to see what Malos saw until they slid through the crack the same as him, but an audible, “Wow,” could be heard from the other side. TAGS: @lordjania , cliojayne , volacius TAGSET: Sinister Sith Attachments:
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Post by Darth Catalyst on Jan 14, 2019 22:33:15 GMT -5
IC BrookeAbandoned mines, Corbos The crushing blackness of the caverns did not bring answers to Feros’s question. The whispers that accompanied him provided little more than babble determined to drive him to the brink of madness. The blood red glow if his lightsaber splattered against the bowels of the cave. Truly it was as if these mines were going to swallow him whole. As he kept walking, the echoes of his footsteps began reaching him sooner and sooner. Feros soon saw a wall ahead reflecting the glow of his saber. The path in front of him dropped away into a vertical shaft shortly before the sheer stone face. Looking down into its yawning depths, Feros would only see darkness staring back up at him. The most obvious explanation for such a structure would be either a ventilation shaft or a service elevator. Indeed, along the sides of the shaft appeared to be a set of metal sleds to guide a moving platform. There was no sign of anything that could summon his potential ride though. Feros’s options were limited to turning away or dropping into the empty shaft.
Corvar would likewise only see darkness surrounding his comrade as he and Brooke watched Reaper leap to face his unseen challenger with the frenzy of an enraged gundark. Brooke spoke up in a soft whisper as Reaper swung around searching for his aggressor. “They’re still here. I hear them.” She craned her head down, as if to watch Reaper with her empty eye sockets. “They want Reaper to join them. They want his voice.” She continued gazing down into the pit, tracking something that Corvar could not see. Whatever Brooke was watching had managed to elude Reaper’s sight as well. The red glow he had seen had faded into the tunnel entrance that now stood empty in front of him. The scent of ash and sulfur suffused the air. As he swung his lightsaber wildly, he could only hear a deep cackling laughter that seemed to echo all around him. " Do you feel the darkness around you? Do you feel it's torturous path through your mouth and your eyes? Until it eats away inside you... Tell me how it feels..." The voices continued to mock him. "You bring the light. But it betrays you. It knows you are unworthy of its toxic gleam..." Reaper would be able to pinpoint the distorted voice coming from the opening in front of him. He could still see no sign of its source though. TAG: darthferos, darthkain7, trentongordon
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Post by darthvoxyn on Jan 15, 2019 1:49:44 GMT -5
IC: Voxyn Oricon Voxyn listened to Arancia's words while occasionally glancing at Sretheros and Tacite cautiously sceptical of what they were up to. Turning to where he had discarded his night vision goggles he pulled them to him with the force and put them around his neck. “Very well my lord, let's return to our task. The sooner we find what we came for the sooner we can leave this planet.” Voxyn said and as he turned he saw Primus’ lifeless body on the ground. “Before we go should we do something about Primus’ body or are we just going to leave it and hope it doesn't attract something that will make getting back to the ship a slight bother? He asked and glanced back at Tacite wondering what exactly he did to kill Primus so silently TAG: Darth Catalyst taciteoccultus Darth Voidwalker |
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Post by Darth Dreadwar on Jan 17, 2019 18:28:06 GMT -5
IC: Ermir Marcus Sept of the Sith, beneath the Sith Temple, Korriban "I ....I..." Arcane managed. "I don't know what's going on." That was utterly unsurprising to Ermir, but perhaps the hare-brained furred dunderhead could figure it out. As it was, Arcane seemed only capable of flicking its feline eyes around the room in bewilderment, stuttering and stammering. The stained carpet's disgusting hair stood on end. "What is going on, Ermir?!" it yowled. "Master Marcus," Ermir snapped, correcting Arcane's usage of his given name. He would not tolerate any acolyte referring to him as such, much less an acolyte who was more tabby cat than man. "I'll tell you exactly what is going on," he continued, gesturing around the chamber at its eerily frozen scene. "That," he said, "is a time dilation field. Based on my calculations, within that localised zone of temporal distortion, time passes at a rate over 86,400 times faster than outside."He looked down at Arcane, sneering. "You might wonder how I had time to calculate such things so exactly. Well, while you experienced only a scant few seconds, I... I was stuck staring at your ugly frozen form for three days, fathoming this puzzle." He crossed his arms. "Well, I say 'frozen...' They," he tossed his head in the direction of the seemingly motionless persons, "aren't actually perfectly still. They're just moving so slowly, from our perspective, that they seem stationary. From their perspective, of course, the world outside the field must appear like a dizzying blur of days and nights. Who knows how long some of them been in there? A year, a decade, a century?"Ermir shook his head. "It's a rather effective trap, and you walked into it like a rabbit into a snare. Fortunately, you weren't in deep, so I could pull you out without losing too much time. I'd estimate that split-second I took to pull you out, inside the field, probably took over twelve hours in normal time, given the room is noticeably darker than when I finally made the decision to lunge towards you." He shrugged. "In any event, my absence from classes will definitely have been noticed, but I dared not leave the cavern to seek outside help, for then the secrets of the Sept would be lost to us - and the Emperor would have taken my head."A scowl twisted Ermir's haggard features. The sudden gauntness, then, had not been so sudden after all, but rather represented three days' of weight loss from Ermir having been forced to subsist on the meager rations on his utility belt, and when those had run out, fish from the moat and meat from the wyrm. "Fortunately, over the last three days I did have rather a long time to think," he ground the words out, "and I deduce the field must be something of an invisible maze. It makes no sense for a trap to be utterly impassable. I suspect the words in the passageway we came from, or perhaps the words above the exit," he pointed to the alien script chiseled in the stone wall on the opposite side of the field, "may offer clues, but you might remember, I said to you a few days ago... of course you remember, it was only a few seconds for you... I don't speak ancient Sith. If there is a path through the time dilation field, then, how do we find it?"
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IC: Slizard, Torid and BegardSith Alchemy Classroom, Sith Temple, Korriban
“Look," Nannley said, staring up at the towering Torid and looming Begard. "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?” Torid turned to smile at his vile counterpart, the points of his nasty Devaronian teeth glinting in the arcane braziers' light. It was a look that conveyed malicious amusement and an unspoken question: can you believe this one?Voidwalker, however, intervened before the first blow could be struck. “How about you let the lady pass?" he asked, shoving himself forward. "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.” The potency of the threat was somewhat blunted by Karina stumbling right into Voidwalker's back. Upon recognising the gravity of the scene, the newcomer swiftly offered her own threat to join to her compatriots' defense. "Listen here you punks," she said, "I can't speak for these two but I've killed people a lot tougher looking than you who didn't run their mouths. So I suggest you hold your tongues before I remove them along with your eyes, that way your faces will be as repulsive as your personalities. Now let's go inside and keep any more comments to ourselves, unless you'd prefer to see if I'm a woman of my word or not."Torid's smile grew into a grin, low, grim chuckles emanating from the rictus gash of his fetid mouth. "Please," he drawled. "Don't make me laugh. Killed Jedi? When'd you do that, General Grievous? During the last four years of the peace accords, or when you were a kid?" He turned to glower mockingly at Karina. "And you can't even pay attention to where you're going. Bit wobbly on those cybernetic legs, eh? Bet you'd fall right over if I pushed you. Let's find out!"And that's exactly what Torid tested. The hulking Devaronian shoved his arms straight out towards Karina's chest, hoping to topple her to the floor. Recognising the outbreak of violence, Begard sprang into motion. "I think I will take it out on another student!" he laughed at Nannley, and spun towards Voidwalker with a roundhouse kick, hoping to not only knock him off balance but bowl him into Nannley beside him. Slizard, meanwhile, stood up from her desk at the back of the classroom, bruised and mottled Falleen scales flushing with excitement. She was tempted to avoid Robyn as the half-Zeltron entered the class, seemingly ignoring the scene playing out at the entrance, but quickly saw an opportunity to regain her status by sidling up to her conqueror. "What say you take these newcomers down a peg like you took down me?" she attempted a friendly smile towards Shaire. "I would eagerly defend one so mighty as you!" |
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Post by darthkain7 on Jan 17, 2019 19:29:27 GMT -5
IC: Darth Kain / Reaper Abandoned Mines of Corbos The surrounding darkness that had enveloped the trio had given just enough light, thanks to Reaper's lightsaber primarily, for Corvar to see the fool charge off into the blackness, screaming bloody murder. What on earth had driven him mad? Or was he always this insane? "You see?!” Reaper yelled at the top of his lungs. “You see Corvar, I told you there was someone messing with me. Do you see that saber? They are the culprit."Corvar shook his head; there was no one else here but Brooke and Reaper, and of course Feros if he had chosen to continue into the cave rather than turning tail and heading back to the ship. He suspected that Feros was not so cowardly to do so, of course, but he was not the kind of man that ruled out any possibility. “There's no one there! It's all in your head! Get back here, now!” Corvar demanded, his voice turning a hair deeper with the command. He then felt a tug on his sleeve, and turned towards Brooke, whose hollow gaze seemed to be following Reaper. “They’re still here. I hear them,” she spoke in a whisper. “They want Reaper to join them. They want his voice.”That was exactly what Corvar did not want to hear. Fighting a gigantic spider droid sounded much more preferable to fighting spirits and invisible men. Especially the kind that wanted to snatch up one of the few allies that Corvar had in the galaxy. “Reaper, buddy,” Corvar spoke coolly, not knowing if he was being heard. “Come back here. Now. Getting angry is exactly what they want you to do, and the only way to spite them is to ignore them. Come on.”Reaper had heard Corvar's voice of reason, though it was clouded by the voice that was mocking him. He hated being mocked. The voice said the light betrayed him. The voice thought him to be a pure lightside user. No; he dabbled once upon a time. He had turned from that path long ago. He grinned and laughed. He yelled back to the voices, the voice of reason calming him, though it wouldn't deter him. He’d show them what and who he was; he'd make them remember. He removed his helmet and ripped the facewrappings off to reveal his orange eyes. He let the helmet clatter to the ground and deactivated his lightsaber, clipping it to his belt. He held his arms outstretched now in the dark and smiled that sinister smile. "You think I fear the dark? You think it to taste bitter to me? No! I am Reaper! I am a darksider. I am no longer Jedi and the taste of this darkness is delicious. I relish the taste and shall make you all remember my name! Watch as the darkness you once cherished betrays you!" he yelled as lightning shot from his outstretched arms, illuminating the room and his face, showing that smile turning into a laugh. A laugh that could chill a room. "I am Reaper!!" he yelled as he cut off his Force lightning, done with his spectacle. "Anything else, mystery man?"Corvar shook his head again as he watched Reaper ignore his warnings, continuing to try and fight ghosts by showing his face and sending lightning out into the darkness. As if that would help anything. It seemed that Reaper would not listen to reason, so Corvar was now left with a choice. Either choose to press on and leave Reaper behind to fight his demons, or force Reaper to return to his and Brooke's side. The former option was continually looking more tempting by the second, though it would leave Corvar and Brooke alone in these caves, considerably lowering their odds of survival. While Corvar was confident in his abilities, he was not foolish enough to think himself invincible; he did not feel that Reaper could say the same. Rolling his eyes, Corvar let go of his physical surroundings and gave into the Force, instead feeling through it rather than letting his eyes cloud his judgement. In this state, the darkness still remained, the dark side permeating deeply into his senses. But his oneness with the darkness allowed him to see far better than most, and he could most assuredly see Reaper. A dark cloud seemed to be swirling around him, suffocating the blood-red aura of rage emanating from the madman. Corvar then focused on the shape of Reaper, gripping it in an invisible vise before yanking it towards himself, aiming to pull Reaper back with the Force before he did something they'd all regret. Reaper allowed the Force Pull to pull him back to Corvar and Brooke, having released his rage, mostly. He Force-leaped to meet the pair. "Well, Brooke, what do you see? Do you see what I saw? Did you see them cower in fear from me? Did you see my power?" Reaper smiled. He had a crazed look to his eyes. Perhaps the pressure was too much; the dark forces pressing down more on him than anyone. TAGS: Darth Catalyst , darthferos , trentongordon TAGSET: Corbos |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 18, 2019 0:06:25 GMT -5
IC: Trill Location: Entrance of the Abandoned Temple, Korriban Trill would have originally continued waiting for her prayer to come through for her as she wondered if it would show the others that she was correct about everything. But as a minute passed and she didn’t see the door opening she sighed and wondered if she had said the incantation correctly. Shaking her head to herself she knows she said the prayer correctly but maybe she had angered the gods. Any other time she called to them in such a manner, they would answer. What changed over those times to this one? Had she been away from the gods for so long that they were punishing her? Had her freezing through who knows how long in time had caused her to be dropped from favor? Was she no longer a herald of Vahl and defender of the faith? Trill had so many questions flowing through her mind and she wasn’t sure what the answer would be? However, until she found out she would have to simply follow the flow of the slaves beside her and hope that she someone fixes the problem she’s come across. For now though, she had a new problem to deal with in her vicinity. The sharp inhale before laughing out as if he had heard the funniest joke in the galaxy, Trill would sigh as she heard Malos laughing in her general direction. Whipping her head back she growled slightly before quieting down as she would do her best to ignore him. Getting herself in her feelings over a slave laughing at her would do or change nothing at the moments. There would be a time and place for Trill to show Malos and the others how right she was but now wasn’t that time. Reaching for her saber for a moment she would relax her hand a second later as she remember a teaching that one of the Je’daii had taught her when she was undercover on Tython; Feel the negativity radiating off of them and deflect it from herself using a force barrier of sorts. Closing her eyes and taking a few deep breaths she did her best to ignore him as she turned back to the door and continued to focus on how she could get it open. Watching Volacius and Trinaya work together to open the door she would scowl at them as she now didn’t have the chance to see if her prayer was ever going to work. Instead of that she now has to deal with them most likely going to hold over her head the fact that they got the door open with the force. The lack of gracefulness in their actions and the brute action was signs that they were little more than unsophisticated slaves of the lowest caliber. Only fit to be chattel and breeding stock for her Masters and the gods. Their bodies and minds so unrefined that though they were lost causes, they could in fact be salvaged just for the fact that they could reproduce. As the dust clouds erupted forth and surrounded the group, Trill noticed the doors open and she cursed to herself before watching as they stepped back and Malos seemingly stepped forth but not without something smart to say out of his mouth that she could barely understand anyway. When he ended with a grin and what seemed like more laughing and mocking to her she would watch him disappear into the entrance and she would be soon behind him. When she entered the other side she cared little for what was around her but immediately stepped into Malos face as she was done dealing with his egotistical ass. Moving her dreads out of her face with one hand she would finally let out her frustration with him. “You no good Malos. You bad kilajin!! You no like Daritha’s!! You kupt them and this why curse you!! Daritha lay curse you! Kilajin die forgotten.” She would then turn and walk away a few steps to look out upon the temple. She wondered where inside here were her Gods for she now was really in the mood to prove her religion real to the slaves. Tag: cliojayne, volacius, darthkain7IC: Nannley Location: Sith Alchemy Classroom, Sith Temple, Korriban Nannley would see the situation devolve right in front of her face and she frowned as she knew it would only continue to go downhill until someone else with power stepped in or when either side buckled to the pressure of the other. When she saw Begard spring into action with a horrible cackle and then what appeared to be swift attack, the cat knew she would have to jump into action if she didn’t want to be embarrassed. Seeing the roundhouse kick heading towards to Voidwalker, she knew that she had a few seconds to react without any regards to her before they would probably put up a defense. Rushing forward she would side step past Voidwalker before she aimed a punch at the gut of Begard in hopes of quickly take the wind out of the boy. Whether her punches land or didn’t land she would use the opportunity of his kick to get past him and into the classroom as she would look at everyone in there as they seemed content on watching this unfold. Deciding she would have something to say to them she would growl slightly before closing her eyes and taking a deep breath before focusing in on certain people such as a Zeltron, Falleen, and others. “You guys are really just going to sit there and watch what was happening to us? Are you all that scared shitless of this group or is that you don’t really care at all? You would think as Sith that will be serving the Empire one day alongside you that you would show some damn team effort. So is this what it’s like here. A bunch of onlookers who are probably scared shitless of a group of punks…” She would simply go silent after that as she knew no one was going to say anything so she crossed her arms and turned and waited for Begard to aim his malicious intent on her. 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Post by Arcane on Jan 18, 2019 21:58:11 GMT -5
IC: Arcane Sept of the Sith, beneath the Sith Temple, Korriban Arcane stared for a bit in amazement before turning to the tunnel from where they came. He bowed his head and a slow trickle could be heard. The sound of liquid trickling into a large cavern. "You know," he began, the trickling continued; "three days is a long time to not be able to relieve one's self." He smirked, before turning once again to Ermir. "You said there were fish?" He licked his muzzle with delight. The thought of food had blocked almost everything from his mind. Almost everything. He knew he had to figure out a way to get through this puzzle. How? How could you find a way through something that you couldn't see? He had to think, and while he thought he could enjoy a nice fish dinner. Caught from the moat, he began to tear into the fish. He finished the fish. Flicking the bits of leftover flesh from his teeth with the fish's rib bones. "Now, Master Marcus;" he sneered as the teacher's proper name passed his lips. "How can we get through something we can not see?" He stood and brushed the bits of dust from his fur. "What about...water?" He asked. "What if we were to throw water in all directions? Would it be stopped by time long enough for us to figure out where the force field ended and our time began?" It may have been a stretch, but it was the only bit of information he could muster up at this point. The time still played in his mind. Three days? He couldn't think about that now. There was work to be done. "So?" He glanced to Ermir. "Worth a shot?" TAG: Darth Dreadwar |
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Post by volacius on Jan 20, 2019 14:46:22 GMT -5
IC: Trinaya (and locket), and Volacius Location- Gates to the Abandoned Temple As soon as the doors shuddered open that tiny bit Trin clutched her hand to the locket -keep me safe- and breathed a deep shuddering breath. Her heart was racing from the effort of taking her hand off of it for too long. While Trill angrily went through Trin stroked the locket gently with one finger. -together forever- It sounded like Trill and Malos had made it through safely based on the woman’s tone of voice. Trin turned imperiously to Volacius, wondering why he was just standing there looking at her. -a goddess- “Why are you not preceding me? You need to make sure everything is safe -KEEP ME SAFE- before I go through.” She made shooing gestures with one of her hands while the other continued to gently stroke the locket in a comforting manner. -rule together goddess- Volacius wasn’t sure whether to be concerned, angry, or simply chuckle at the absurdity of her demand. They were of the same rank, and probably close to equal skill, neither of which gave her any authority to order him about. Had she confused her status as a rich noble with actual rank within the Empire? If so, she would be in for quite the rude awakening. Deciding he wanted to toy with her, he gave her a defiant glance as he formulated his response. “A thousand pardons, your highness,” he sneered sarcastically. “I had no idea you were so frightened of the unknown, or so incapable of defending yourself that you required the protection of my humble blades. My sincerest apologies.” To compound his disregard for her obnoxious behaviour, he made an exaggerated bow, then proceeded through the open doorway. Completely preoccupied with her locket -keep me safe- and assuming that her orders would be followed quickly, Trin barely heard Volacius’ response. What little she did hear caused her to frown slightly. Who did he think he was to defy a Goddess? -GODDESS- She would let it pass for now, but if his attitude didn’t improve she would have to take steps -many lives we will take- Hand still on the locket Trin followed Volacius and their other companions through the doorway. As much as she wanted to sit and contemplate the locket forever, they had more traveling to do. -until I find my place- darthkain7, @lordjania, cliojayne |
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Post by darthkain7 on Jan 20, 2019 21:41:09 GMT -5
IC: Darth Malos The Sinister Sith Temple, Korriban
Malos's eyes gazed upon his surroundings, feeding images of an abandoned ruin to his brain. A stone pathway led forward, with a courtyard directly to their left and what looked like some sort of storage facility directly to their right. Along each side were other buildings: a mess hall and dueling yard on the left, with a library, smithy, and barracks to the right. At the end of the path, standing tall and foreboding was the main temple. Compared to the ominous elegance of Emperor Dreadwar's temple, this temple possessed an unmistakable malice and severe lack of grace. The sharp edges of its construction made it look like copper blades stacked atop of one another, welded together and finished with a hefty coating of the wear-and-tear that thousands of years bring to any building that is unattended. The rest of the temple was in no better shape, and it made Malos wonder why anyone would choose to live here. But four walls and a roof were hard to come by on Korriban, so he supposed it made a bit of sense. Regardless, the darkness that he had sensed was potent here, like a black fog lingered just above the surface of the sandy ground, filling their lungs and threatening to choke the life out of them. And that was not the only thing seemingly ready to choke the life out of Malos, as Trill entered the temple grounds and began to berate him in her broken form of Basic. “You no good Malos. You bad kilajin!! You no like Daritha’s!! You kupt them and this why curse you!! Daritha lay curse you! Kilajin die forgotten.”Malos had no idea what “kilajin” meant, but she'd said it enough that he knew that it must have described him to a T in her eyes. She must have been upset by him laughing at her foolish display of faith. He would have laughed some more if her sudden interruption of his concentration had not annoyed him insufferably. Purposely speaking in an apologetic tone, he said, “I'm not going to entertain the ramblings of a girl who can barely understand me, let alone think beyond the brainwashed mindset she earned while serving as a slave to her masters. Even if you did understand me, nothing I can say will convince you. So, let's allow Korriban to do the telling.” He then turned to Volacius and Trinaya, who had entered shortly after Trill. Trin was rubbing her index finger across the locket still, smiling a bit as if it were whispering sweet nothings into her ear. Were Malos in a better mood, he would have likely snatched the locket away from her and tossed it as far as he could throw it. But as he was, he was not opposed to letting her suffer from whatever spell she was under for a little while longer. “It's probably best if we check out every building here, to make sure we don't miss anything,” Malos spoke, a bit of a growl still in his voice. He then nodded over to the building to their right, the storage facility, he surmised. What they stored there, he had no idea. But maybe the kidnappers of Kento, if he was even kidnapped, would decide to store him there. “Let's check this one out first.”Not bothering to see if the others would follow, Malos approached the building, his boots clapping against the stone on the pathway at a rhythmic pace. The doors, unautomated, we're cast aside by Malos with a flick of his wrist. Yet the moment he stepped inside, a roar, unlike any that any of those present had heard, sounded off from inside the building. The vibration from the soundwaves alone caused the ground to rumble ever so slightly, likely causing a stir among the darksiders. In that moment, Malos spun on his heel and walked back outside, his hands clasped behind his back and an uneasy grin on his face. “How about we don't go in there?” he asked, partly afraid that one of them would be curious enough to investigate. TAGS: @lordjania , volacius , cliojayne TAGSET: Sinister Sith |
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Post by Darth Catalyst on Jan 23, 2019 10:37:56 GMT -5
IC Brooke Abandoned mines, Corbos
Peals of lightning rippled through the chamber where Reaper defiantly challenged the darkness ahead of him. In the bright flashes, he could see movement. A large, pale being quickly retreated deeper into the cavern ahead of him. Before he could make out any of the details though, he was being pulled back up to the ledge beside Corvar and Brooke. "Well, Brooke, what do you see?” Reaper questioned her, still seemingly drunk on the power of the Dark Side. “Do you see what I saw? Did you see them cower in fear from me? Did you see my power?"
Brooke turned to face Reaper. Her normal, timid demeanor seemed to melt away and any fear that chased her into these caves was dashed. Her lips curled into the wryest of smiles, as if she found the entirety of Reaper’s performance more amusing than intimidating. “Reaper,” she said quietly, calling him by his name for the first time, “I don’t have eyes.” She broke away from his gaze and softly stepped forward to the ledge, appearing to be looking down once again. After a few seconds of scanning, she took another step, and another, until her feet no longer met stone. She dropped over the side, gracefully flipping through the air and landing below on the tips of her toes with supernatural softness. Nothing seemed to be assaulting her mind. The caves were dead silent, in fact. Reaper no longer felt the presence of whatever was harassing him before and Corvar could detect no trace of the offender either. It seemed they were once again alone. Brooke meandered forward into the cave, not bothering to wait for either of the darksiders to follow her.
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Post by darthkain7 on Jan 23, 2019 12:46:10 GMT -5
IC: Darth Kain Abandoned Mines of Corbos Corvar rolled his eyes, though he doubted anyone would see, the moment Reaper began pestering Brooke with his questions. He was so desperate to prove himself, to show his power, that he was revealing twice as much weakness. Not only to Corvar and Brooke, surely, but also to whoever, or whatever, was lurking around in these caves. The utter silence remained, the comforting whispers that greeted him before now gone, leaving him alone with the fears that he was struggling to suppress. Thankfully, worrying about Reaper and Brooke seemed to be its own kind of therapy. In response to Reaper's questions, Brooke simply smiled, something Corvar had not seen her do often, and joked, “Reaper, I don't have eyes.” Corvar chuckled slightly, but was mostly taken aback by Brooke's sudden sense of humor. And was that the first time she'd ever called Reaper by name, or was Corvar just going mad? Brooke then turned away from Reaper, letting go of Corvar's arm and peering down below, as if she could see down there even with a pair of eyes. Her sudden departure from his arm left Corvar feeling colder than before, making him realize just how freezing it was down here. Was that natural, or simply a part of being bathed in a place so potent in the dark side? He shivered as she gazed down, watching as she stepped off the edge of the cliff that Corvar had just pulled Reaper back onto. He rushed to the edge just in time to see her fall out of his range of vision, and continue falling without any sound of her landing. Bewildered, Corvar took another glow rod from his belt, cracking it to bring it life. It glowed a bright green, and Corvar watched as he dropped it below. It did not fall far before bouncing off the floor of the pit, illuminating enough of it to see that Brooke had landed unscathed. Had she landed so quietly that not even the trained ear of a Force user could hear her? That would be… useful, so long as she would never get the urge to sneak up on him one day. Now knowing the distance in which he'd fall, Corvar leaped over the edge, following Brooke down but not falling with nearly as much grace. Using the Force to soften his landing, and rolling into a ball to soften it naturally, Corvar landed in a roll, coming to his knees and then his feet within a thought's breadth. He had not bothered to see if Reaper jumped down again, though at least this time he wouldn't be jumping down here alone to fight something only he could see. Corvar then picked up the glow rod from the floor, holding it high so he could lighten as much of the area as possible. Even though he wanted to become Brooke's master, she would definitely have to teach him how to so easily see through only the Force; it would be extremely useful if he ever found himself spelunking again. He returned to Brooke's side in the next moment, keeping next to her. Referring to both her jest and her acrobatic landing, Corvar chuckled, “You're full of surprises.”He then silently added, hoping she wouldn't be listening to his thoughts, 'Let's hope they keep being welcome surprises.’
TAGS: Darth Catalyst , trentongordon , darthferos TAGSET: Corbos |
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Post by dragonsith13 on Jan 23, 2019 18:26:24 GMT -5
~GM update~
En-transit to KorribanWhile their exit from Ziost had been less than ideal, all objectives had been accomplished with the two requested personnel Xxys and Lylia now on board. They were now en route to Korriban as per the missions details. Already within Sith space it would not take more than two hours to make travel the hyperspace route and arrive at their destination. The two troopers took up positions to the rear of the shuttle, one of them looking at scorch marks on his armor from the landing pad encounter while the other was still seemingly bickering to himself. Perhaps not noticed by the others but Pares took note, and while most of the gathered remained towards the rear of the shuttle at the moment, Pares had moved forward to the cockpit area. The shuttle designed for more medical purposes, had an operating table along with the three bacta tanks, as well as a considerable amount of medical supplies. As such much of the side quarters had been integrated into the shuttle purpose. Normally a commander would be seen taking their leave to more private quarters but this shuttle having been retrofitted and modified had no such places. The main hold took up the breadth of the shuttle, with the extra bacta tanks taking up most of that, which meant that some of the side quarters had been converted to supply storage, equipment, and technical rooms to support such. A small weapons locker, with a mix of grenades, small blasters, a blaster rifle, and a few vibro-blades offer at least some supplies. There was a small room with a refresher and bunks for six personnel, currently unoccupied if any of them so chose to use them. The familiar field of stars and blue glowing tunnel of hyperspace filled the cockpit viewport, as Pares came to a halt outside of the cockpit door peering, drawing satisfaction that this excursion he had been tasked with would soon be over. He felt the girl approaching. There was a bit of unease within her, he could sense she did not like being here among them. ‘So she appreciated the rescue’ Pares thought to himself… the Omwati girl stated as she continued expressing her interest and wish to be cut loose. Mentioning the pre-job payment as well, as if it was collateral she could bargain with regarding her mission to recover a holocron of importance. From behind Lylia, Pares could sense the hopeful Xxys approaching, as he too spoke up, inquiring as to their destination. “That will not be necessary,” Lord Pares spoke as he turned away from the cockpit door and back towards the girl speaking to him. “I am tasked with bringing you.” Pares pauses as his eyes glanced over the Omwati girls shoulder in the direction of the hopeful Xxys whom had also approached him. “both of you, to Korriban.” Pares gaze came back to the Omwati girl Lylia, his face stern and almost mocking, he could feel she wanted nothing more than to get away from this situation. Pares felt almost a bit of satisfaction knowing that their current path back to Korriban was causing her further discomfort. Pares eyes darted to Xxys as he finished addressing Lylia, “I trust that answered your question hopeful Xxys?”
Xxys while available during the extraction, had declined to intervene or rather had been observant enough to know things were handled, which they had been by the troopers and the newly arrived girl. Pares noting that he could still feel him in pain and uncomfortable, a few more days in the bacta tanks might have been in order, but Pares had already given him more time than he would have preferred. Behind Xxys the medical droid was standing by with an injection gun and bacta patch for Xxys, not at the order of Pares, but simply due to the medical droid programing it was carrying out that it saw as needing to be done. The concoction would add antibodies and stimulants to spur his healing. Pares turned back to the cockpit, seemingly ignoring any follow ups the pair might have. A sign that he really did not care, their questions were an annoyance to begin with. The sooner this whole endeavor was over the better. His attention so easily turning away from the hopefuls as he addressed the pilot. “Inform me when we are set to come out of hyperspace.” “Y-yes Lord.” The co-pilot spoke quickly. Stumbling to get the simple words out. One hour later…. The scroll of stars continued to fill the viewport as they passed through hyperspace, both of the pilots were in the cockpit again after an hour spent, checking systems, grabbing a bite of rations. Lord Pares had taken up a meditation position on the shuttle hold floor near the door of the cockpit. Sitting cross legged with his back straight and facing the front viewport as the shuttle barreled through hyperspace. The shuttle shock violently, as an alarm blared throughout the shuttle. There was commotion in the cockpit as both the pilot and co-pilot were frantically talking, while toggling switches and toggles on their corresponding cockpit displays. Lord Pares came out of his meditative trance quickly, rising as he stepped into the cockpit door arch. “What is going on?” “And why are we out of hyperspace ahead of schedule?”
The pilot quickly speaking up while he tried to maintain control of the craft. “Lord, a malfunction in one of the engines, prompting us to drop out of hyperspace.”
“We had to Lord... or risk the shuttle being lost.” The pilot explained stating the obvious fact that they had suffered severe mechanical failure which had almost caused the ship to explode in hyperspace, it was their quick thinking to bring them out of hyperspace which had in fact saved them from turning into a fireball while traveling at the speed of light. Despite the solid merits of his actions, there was a hint of fear for reprisal from the Sith Warrior that was questioning him. The moment the pilot had finished the shuttle shook a second time, this time more violently as the alarms on in the cockpit blared again, resounding down through the main hold. The shuttle twisted to the port, rolling, as the gravitational controls cut out for a moment out. As gear flew up into the air then crash back down again. There were several sensor readings on the main display, planets and moons, they had been lucky enough to come out hyperspace not in the middle of a void of dark space. The co-pilot spoke up quickly, both of them knew that Lord Pares was intently watching them. Most of the contacts were still far to distance, but but a single system with several moons seemed to be within range. There was a blue orb, indicative of a gas giant, sensors were already showing signs helium and hydrogen. The pilot was maintaining a course directed at it and an identified moon, which long range scanners showed the existence of atmosphere. “Where are we?” Lord Pares demanded in a frustrated tone. The co-pilot was already running information that they were receiving in the sensor readings from the gas giant and surrounding moons. “The system is designated as ‘5712 LRA’, one of the moons appears to be listed in the data banks as habitable with a temperate atmosphere.” “I am setting a course…” the pilot was cut off as Lord Pares’ frustration seemed to boiled over and the pilot found himself in a force choke. “Get us back into hyperspace!” Lord Pares barked to the shuttle crew. “Lord,” The pilot spoke with a slight tremble in his voice, while he watched his crew-mate being mystically affected by the Sith whom brooded over them “we are leaking fuel and multiple critical systems are damaged, our only hope is to make this moon.”
The co-pilot trembled as his eyes swung back to the displays and his flight controls, almost astonished that he had even spoken up to begin with. The pilot gurgled as he was held in an invisible grip. Suddenly the pilot was released, he collapsed forward onto the cockpit console on his side. The pilot while still alive had passed out. “Get us to the moon!” Lord Pares barked while he turned and stormed away from the cockpit, in an almost childishly mood, as he went back to the rear of the shuttle. darthkain7 , Reiis Invadator , Darth Xxys
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Post by darthkain7 on Jan 24, 2019 15:15:38 GMT -5
IC: Lylia En Route to Korriban At first, it appeared that no one had cared to listen to Lylia. Her guile, disguising her fear, had not drawn so much immediate attention, save for some wary, or perhaps even angry, glances. One of the troopers from before seemed to ignore her entirely, talking to himself as he ripped into a piece of some sort of jerky. Lylia was sure that whatever conversation he was having was a delightful one, but she wanted no part of it. She wanted no part of any of this. A moment later, the Sith in charge came halfway out of the cockpit, his eyes following Lylia. He looked somewhere between bored and annoyed with what she had said. And the fact that one of the Sith had asked where they were going right after did not lighten the head Sith's complexion at all. “That will not be necessary,” the lead Sith suddenly said, his voice almost exactly like the one from her comlink earlier. “I am tasked with bringing you,” he turned to the Sith who asked about their destination, “both of you, to Korriban.”Lylia's world came unraveled. A simple job had turned into some kind of trap. She knew she couldn't trust the Sith! What did they want with her on Korriban? To sacrifice her and bathe in her blood? It didn't make any sense! She tried her hardest to hide her fear, her anxiety, closing her eyes and imagining that she was anywhere else but here. She imagined being back on Nar Shaddaa, where she could watch the arena bouts, chat with the locals, and get some drinks. She wished she hadn't left so soon; she heard Kubjo was planning on using his prototype droid in one of the fights in the arena. Ever since she caught a glimpse of that beast, she knew it'd take a bonafide gladiator, or maybe a thousand of them, to destroy it. Those thoughts were sliced in half and thrown away as she heard the leading Sith speak to the other Sith, whom was apparently known as Xxys. A strange name, but Lylia was in no place, or mood, to judge. She opened her eyes to see only the leading Sith staring down at her, an amused grin on his face. It'd make sense that one of these freaks would get off on seeing people scared. But Lylia refused to give him the satisfaction. She clenched her jaw, pressing hard against her teeth until the pain made her fear disappear. Now she only felt angry, and she knew she would have to plot some sort of escape. Either from Korriban or somewhere along the way. Lylia had no idea what was in store for her on the Sith homeworld, but she'd rather not find out. She just had to find her way back to Kubjo, then everything would be alright. The Sith in charge turned away from her and Xxys, not caring what either had to say or think. Of course he didn't. Why would he? So, Lylia remained silent, keeping a hand rested on her holster. An hour passed in the blink of an eye. Lylia had huddled up against the wall for the entire duration, her eyes closed as she formulated a plan. There was no way she'd kill anybody here, except maybe the troopers, in combat. And she definitely wasn't going to be escaping while still on this shuttle. She would have to bide her time and strike when they least expected it. Perhaps she would have to cause some kind of distraction and slip away when they reached the surface of some planet. That could work. But she would have to be careful. She knew what happened to Sith subordinates whenever they failed, so this leader, who she overheard was named Lord Pares, would not dare let her leave, or else he would be reprimanded by whomever was his superior. Interrupting her thoughts, the shuttle violently thrust out of hyperspace, causing her to bump her head against the wall. It was a solid thud, one that elicited a silent, “Ow!” and was already forming a knot at the corner of her forehead. Even from here she could hear a commotion in the cockpit, and she saw Lord Pares go inside to investigate. What the blast was going on here? She stood from her seat by the wall, mentally trying to block out the blaring alarms as she stepped towards the cockpit. The sound of Pares berating the pilots was apparent, and as she drew closer, the sound of gurgling became apparent as well. Lylia reached the cockpit in time to hear Pares bark, “Get us back into hyperspace!”She peered past him to see the displays, immediately discerning that the ship had suffered more damage than they realized during their escape from Ziost; critical systems, including one of the engines, were suffering from heavy damage, and they were leaking fuel. It was lucky that the pilots had gotten them out of hyperspace in time, or else they would have arrived to Korriban as ashes. A small part of Lylia, perhaps her ego, made her wonder if it was solely her own luck that had saved this ship. But she knew that couldn't be the case; she wasn't nearly that important. The copilot, though obviously afraid, explained why returning to hyperspace in this state was impossible. Lord Pares, even in his enraged state, was wise enough to bow before the knowledge of the pilots, releasing the one in his invisible grasp. Unfortunately, however, it looked like the lack of oxygen had caused the pilot to pass out. Still infuriated, Pares shouted, “Get us to the moon!” He turned and brushed past Lylia, storming back into the shuttle, leaving an unconscious pilot and frantic copilot all alone to land this ship somewhere cozy. Shaking her head, Lylia stepped into the cockpit and removed the pilot from his seat, setting him on the floor. “If I'm stuck on this tub, I might as well make myself useful,” she said, sitting into the pilot's seat and quickly getting accustomed to the controls. As she began plotting their destination and enabling the shuttle's fire suppression system so they would not blow up on the way there, she spoke to the copilot, “So, you got a name? Mine's Lylia.”TAGS: dragonsith13 , Darth Xxys , Reiis Invadator TAGSET: Unknown Moon |
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Post by trentongordon on Jan 25, 2019 10:46:48 GMT -5
IC: Reaper Location: Corbos Reaper actually smiled. The Miralukan, Brooke was growing on him with her little joke. He watched her hop down into where he had come from. Guess they were doing what he wanted either way. He'd best that beast one way or another. He would drive his saber through its chest and smile as the life left its eyes. He would see victory just as he just did. He'd prove the beast wasn't just in his head but also real. He'd take its head as a and mount it on the wall of his TIE. Reaper then watched Corvar follow her into the depths of the pit and chuckled. He followed suit hopping down into the darkness that had just been illuminated by his lightning. He kept his saber on his belt because he didn't need it yet. Perhaps he'd kill the creature with his bare hands. That'd make a great story but then again it apoeared to be fast. Oh well. For now he'd focus on taking uo the rear and protecting everyone's backs from that creature or any others like it. Tag: darthkain7, Darth Catalyst |
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