The Old Sith Trials

    Trill didn’t bother help making the decision of where they needed to go first. She truthfully had no idea what these Sith original mission was but for now she was still along for the ride. At least until she got the majority of her power back and felt she could strike off on her own. But deep down she felt like she was going to be under the weather when it comes to her powers for awhile. Whatever ritual that Malos did on her was surely taking its toll. Was it a poisoning? A siphoning? Trill hadn’t seen any technique like it back with the Predor’s but she was more than sure they could do it if Malos did… the Rakata were the perfect force beings.

    Hearing him say that they were heading to the children’s room, something about this peaked her interest. This place surely looked old way older than the Sith with her. Was it possible that such a place was centuries old? Could it be from the same era as her? Could something here tell her exactly how much time had passed in her cold sleep?

    The door opened with a lot of creaks and practically a waterfall of dust pouring down on the team leader’s head. This alone elicits a small giggle from the Force Hound since it was fun seeing something unexpected happen to Malos. However, when the room before them revealed a barracks similar to the one the undead spilled out of in their previous dwellings but without all the limbering corpses. For once, she was thrilled to not have to fight when walking into random rooms.

    Taking all of her surroundings into note, Trill noticed something that maybe none of the others had. The toys that the kids were playing with were giving off something strange to her. Yes they were old and ancient and she wasn’t quite sure what was done to them by their owners. However, the way they were still just lying around everywhere instead of neatly placed away. Had the kids playing with them been upended suddenly and have no choice but to drop their playthings? It was certainly something worth investigating.

    Using the force to pull the human doll to her grasp she looked it over on the front and back as she spoke to herself. “Sapien Dollka.” The whisper of the item in her native language would have only been heard if someone was really listening to her but considering the relationship between her and the others she didn’t quite expect them to. Closing her eyes she began to use the force to feel the energy coming from the doll. It wasn’t anything the doll was doing but the trace amounts of force energy left by the old owner. Magick Recall… she hadn’t done it since she discovered Tython for her Predor.

    Focusing on the doll for almost a minute she couldn’t feel or see much but what she did helped her relay the information to the others in the basic words they had taught her. “Joy… Pain… Dollka give off. It in wrong place… Think kid left hurry. Force leave. Toy all in strange place.” She hoped it was clear enough that they could understand. As much as she hated the thought of having to subscribe to their language, it would make things easier in the time being. “May…” She stopped herself. She wanted to say that maybe this was from her time but it would have only annoyed the group. Trill didn’t know why she cared of such things at the moment yet she did.

    Hearing Malos say that they were heading into another room and then hearing the name Kento, Trill wondered who they were and why they were looking for them. Trinaya had said the name during her foolhardy exchange with the Force Hound yesterday night, and though admittedly Trill at that moment didn’t care what came from the slave species mouth, she wondered now if this Kento was a kid or not. Deciding not to ask, she placed the human doll back down in its spot and decided to give a small prayer to the former owner since they were surely dead. Dropping down to her knees, she clasped her hands together and gently closed her eyes. “Yat Vahl vive to calm. To nap keen timo Daritha taya.” (May Vahl give you rest. You sleep with the Gods now.)

A thick layer of smog and clouds blotted out the stars of Kessel's night sky, rendering it almost entirely dark, save for the sparse streetlights along the path that Elijah wandered. Dressed in his dark brown robes, hood raised above his head to conceal his appearance, the Jedi Knight walked at a brisk pace. The descriptions that he had received of this new Queen of Kessel were troubling, to say the least. It was his duty as a member of the Jedi Order to investigate, even if that meant putting his current mission of finding this mystery signal on hold. A queen rising out of the ground on the back of an energy spider was far more engaging than a signal that they could not even pinpoint correctly, anyhow.
No one had bothered the Jedi since he had left his room, thankfully. And D4-Z3 seemed to have not awoken from its power-saving mode, not using its technological intuition to discern that Elijah had lied to it about leaving to learn more about this queen. Crowe was never a fan of lying, of course, but it was better than dragging Daisy along on a mission that could get it scrapped.
The air was humid, creating a thin layer of sweat and moisture on the Jedi's flesh, making his clothing stick uncomfortably close to his skin. Fortunately, the walk to his destination was not a very long one. Soon, he found himself at a checkpoint, blocking the path down to the throne room of this queen. It had been forged within the remains of an old glitterstim mine, one of the largest on the planet. From what Elijah had heard, it was quite the elegant place, despite its origins. He would have to see for himself, but as he came closer to the throne, his vision grew impaired. A dark cloud rested here, and he feared the implications of such a thing; it made his skin crawl.
At the checkpoint was a wall dozens of feet high, with turrets strategically placed to cover at least half a kilometer, yet also easily able to turn towards an attacker at their feet. Thankfully, Elijah was not greeted by these turrets upon his arrival. Instead, he found a rather exhausted Kaleesh, dressed in what appeared to be plastoid armor, painted red with an insignia on both shoulders that resembled a spider. The Kaleesh wielded a standard blaster rifle, though Elijah was not well-versed in the various models of such things. It was standard equipment from what the Jedi could tell; obviously, the turrets were the main defenses here. Was the queen so confident in the lack of a threat that she only needed one guard posted here? Strange.

"Youka! Coo kahe heee?" asked the guard, obviously speaking in Huttese. Kriff. Elijah barely knew any words of the language. However, he did know one simple phrase.
"Caiot uba... cohai... Doyoee?" he inquired, wondering if the guard was able to speak Basic.
Rolling his eyes behind his traditional Kaleesh mask, the guard repeated his last phrase, only now in Galactic Basic, "Who goes there?"
Thank the Force.
Not wanting to waste any more time, the Jedi Knight allowed the Force to flow from his organic hand to the Kaleesh's tired mind. Waving slowly, Elijah spoke, "You will let me pass."
Neither possessing the intelligence nor the will to resist the Jedi's Mind Trick, the Kaleesh murmured, "I will let you pass."
The guard spun around, inputting an activation code for the checkpoint's gate. After registering the code, the gate opened, sliding upwards into the wall and disappearing from their view. "Go inside," the Kaleesh spoke, his mind now entirely convinced that letting Elijah pass was his own idea. "And don't do anything you'll regret."
"Wouldn't dream of it," the Jedi replied, a warm smile showing his sincerity.


The caves that made the home of this queen were entirely dark, forcing Elijah to use a glowrod as a means of light. The green glow of the rod did not travel very far, but it was far better than stumbling around in the dark. Normally, Elijah could allow the Force to guide him to his destination. However, here it seemed that a wall had been placed between him and the Force; his eyes beyond the physical had been blinded for the time being. Darkness clouded everything, making the Jedi Knight begin to doubt if he was even heading in the right direction. He heard that the decor of this queen's throne room was extravagant. How could that be the case with not even any torches to light the way?
The further Elijah walked, the more that a certain paranoia began to plague his mind. He had heard of the energy spiders that lived in these caves, and that their webs were the source of glitterstim in the first place. He also heard of their carnivorous nature, how they would quickly kill their prey via impalement followed by a violent draining of the prey's life energy. Absolutely horrifying. Rumors were that this queen had tamed the creatures, but that would likely not prevent one from attempting to attack an intruding Jedi Knight.
Perhaps it was these delusions playing tricks on his mind, but Elijah could swear that he was hearing the scurrying of multiple legs in all directions. His eyes found nothing to support the claim of his ears, nor did the Force warn him beyond this paranoia. He imagined a baby spider drooping from the cave ceiling on a glowing web, latching onto Elijah and crawling up his arms. The very thought sent a shiver down his spine.
He also quickly came to realize that he had not seen a soul since he'd entered these old mines. Sure, it was the middle of the night. But that would not stop royalty on any other world having guards on duty around the clock.

Noticing a difference in his footing, Elijah pointed the glowrod downwards, casting its green light to his feet. No longer did he walk on the soft wet stone of a cave. Instead, he walked on solid marble. Turning his eyes upward, he began to see pillars jotting from the ground to the ceiling like stalagmites. Light was in the distance, though faint. In this light, a grand throne was visible, as was the end of this path. He did not even recall a door between the cave and this area. Why the lack of security?
The Jedi Knight began to examine his surroundings even further now, noticing that webs of glitterstim were decoratively strewn between the columns, glowly ever faintly in the darkness. The skittering of legs filled his ears, and he was now sure that this was not simply paranoia playing its cruel game. Spinning around, the Jedi Knight found nothing. Turning once again, he saw no spiders. Instead, he saw that the distant throne was no longer empty.

Her voice carrying across the dark, grand hall, the Queen of Kessel spoke.
"Welcome Elijah Crowe, Jedi Knight." A pause, then a sudden change of tone. "Or perhaps not. After all, Jedi or not, you are trespassing here."
"I mean no disrespect, your grace," Elijah spoke, still approaching cautiously. It felt utterly bizarre, speaking to her. Even having very little knowledge of her, Elijah felt the need to speak carefully, as if one wrong syllable would be all it would take to end his life. "I was in the system when I heard about your ascension to the throne of Kessel. I was curious; after all, Kessel had no throne before your arrival."
A small smile came to the lips of the queen. As Crowe neared, he began to pick up her features. She was quite beautiful, with long, raven hair and powerful green eyes. Her lips were pursed with a certain confidence befitting of royalty, though her eyes were wide with what could be described as mania. She did not sound mad, however; not in the slightest.
"Curiosity killed the Loth-Cat," the Queen chuckled. "Though I do suppose satisfaction brought it back. Is that what you are here for, Jedi? The satisfaction of knowing how I came to power?"
"Not exactly how I would describe it," the Jedi nervously laughed. "But I am intrigued."
"Then come closer," a seductive growl rumbled beneath her words, "allow me to tell you everything."

Combo with Dreadwar

IC: Darth Viscretus and Erastus
Viscretus’ Shuttle, Dantooine

Thin, soothing tendrils of sleep had wound themselves about Viscretus’ mind, the slightest touch of alcohol shifting them into more of a glaze. She had perhaps been treating her mission to Dantooine as more of a diversionary getaway, but to her it was no matter. She had nothing to lose and much to gain.

She stirred as there was a knock on the door, but did not rouse. Her hands simply curled gently into the warmth beside her, her curls tangled and twisted about her hands, as if she herself was weaving her dreams.

Dreams of Naboo, of the lake country that shifted in ethereal night, starlight and kaadu rippling in the waters. She smiled as she dreamt, the insistent knocking only taking form of her father doing handiwork on the floors of their cottage. She and her sister frolicked outside as evening fell, uncaring, no urgency - no tie to reality, nor even the lurching out of hyperspace, settling into the chilled void of space beyond the four durasteel walls.

Erastus yawned beside her, and poked her in the ribs. "Wake up," he said. "We're here."

Her golden eyes snapped open, glaring at him momentarily in response to his method of rousing her.

The Chiss knocked again. “My lady...there’s a fleet, and we’re very close...”

“I’ll be there in a moment, acolyte,” she called sternly, rolling her eyes, then languidly rising to the edge of the bed and stretching, glancing over her shoulder to Erastus as she did.

“I’m not entirely sure where your uniform ended up,” she remarked, rising to cross the room to the armoire. She quickly selected a rather slender, corseted teal dress and a cape of soft pink and teal silk. Entirely divergent from her usual attire - more in line with a typical core worlder.

“Not that it matters. The third door there has a few things. Out of date by a few decades perhaps, but this is Dantooine. They won’t notice.” She slipped into the dress, holding up the fabric to her chest and smiling back at him. “Would you?”

"Would I what?" Erastus asked, frowning.

“Tie it,” she said, turning slightly and repositioning the bodice to bring his attention to it, “Come on.”

"Oh," he said, awkwardly beginning to dance under the covers as he fished for his boxers and pulled them on, being sure to keep the bundle of sheets, blankets and silken quilts covering him at all times. He wasn't going to be immodest the morning after. In the mind of an upper middle-class Alsakani, there was a definite separation between the codes of conduct that governed, well, physical affection and those that governed... pretty much everything else.

Being naked at any other time was about as improper as doing one's business in the 'fresher with one's partner present. It just wasn't done.

Modesty duly achieved, Erastus rolled out of bed, blinking sleep out of his eyes as he walked up behind Viscretus and began to, in a manner that blended the words bumbling and fumbling, tie her dress. "Heavens, this is difficult," he said, biting his lip in concentration. "What sort of unearthly contraption is this?"

“It’s a corset.” She sighed, wishing Apollyon perhaps hadn’t left them. Briefly. “Never mind it,” she said, the Force suddenly tugging the strings from his hands, she turned her back to the mirrored door, head over her shoulder as she attempted to do it herself - though not as tightly as she would have liked. She smoothed the bodice, pulling the shawl-like cape around her, the amulet floating to her hand. She clasped it about her neck.

And as suddenly as the amulet had flown to her hand, her cascade of curls was suddenly a warm red, her tattoos and scars vanished, replaced with the subtle rouge and eye makeup of the Core.

“Pick something.” She motioned to the third closet door. “We do not have the luxury of time.”

"A disguise?" Erastus asked, as much confirming the intent of her illusion as asking her meaning regarding the closet.

“Yes, a disguise,” she responded, already moved on to shoes. “Something your family would wear, preferably. We are attempting to present as Federation allied, recall."

"I do," Erastus nodded, padding towards the closet while rubbing his bleary eyes. He opened the doors and peered inside, taking note of the outfit intended for him. Drab, blue, looked scratchy. It was a shame Viscretus' illusory powers couldn't just clad him in whichever disguise she thought appropriate; he hated itchy fabrics.

For that matter, it was a shame Viscretus couldn't just use the Force to persuade the Federation they were all friendlies, and...

"Wait," he said, straightening and turning. Why can't she... "Why do we even need disguises, milady? The illusion you performed on yourself... Couldn't you just perform that on us all? Or just mentally influence any Federation agent who boarded us?"

“I could do far more than that,” she replied, a smirk creeping across her features. It was vaguely malevolent, but there was a playful edge that was almost out of place. Her hand went to the amulet around her neck, cradling the golden metal in her fingertips. “The Emperor would be rather impressed should I subdue the entirety of Dantooine by his arrival...”

Erastus' eyes widened. He had read of such feats being performed in the history books, the likes of Skere Kaan suborning the entire Brotherhood of Darkness into performing the ritual of the thought bomb, Darth Vitiate dominating those he intended to devour... But he had never imagined such powers might be within the grasp of a Sith Lord of the modern day. Not even the Emperor had he suspected of being capable of such.

"Can... Can you do that?" he asked, faintly aghast, yet curious.

“Of course,” she replied, with subtle smirk. She turned, glancing over her shoulder as it grew into a satisfied, coquettish smile. “But I will start with the fleet in orbit. Not a point in attempting if we end up subdued by the Federation.”

She took two steps back, smoothing the bedding before sitting. Her hands clasped. “If you would do me the favour of remaining here, should I require anything. Let the acolyte know that it will be dealt with and they can continue to land. They can enable the cloaking until they land in the capital, if it makes them feel better. Just ensure they do not enter. I require silence.”

But her eyes had already closed, the amulet taking on a faint glow that pulsed with a hypnotic rhythm. Her mind was already reaching out...a rush of energy, followed by tendrils of darkness that narrowly avoided the minds aboard the shuttle. Instead, she directed their malevolent grasp to the frigid void of space and the ships beyond.

There they were. Little sparks of life, flickering feebly in the blackness. The dark side was a tidal wave both carrying and directed by Viscretus, whispering to her, tempting her to taste of its waters and use its vast, inexorable strength... To drown the candlelights of the Federation crewmen in her power and bathe them in the overpowering torrents of her will. The dark side, and its mistress. They were one.

The Federation forces had no chance.

Her lips moved subtly, without sound. There was a breeze. Or was it a trick of the Force as it ebbed and flowed from the Sith Lady?

She whispered to the Federation, an inescapable order to subdue to the shuttle and those aboard it. To submit to her and obey her every order. To allow them passage, and further, to protect them from any who sought to halt them.

She would not stop there, slowly expanding her demands to those on the ground. Simply the defense forces, for now, demanding they also allow them a safe landing. Their minds were no more formidable than the ones she had already subdued. There would be no issue, not unless a formidable wielder of the Force intervened - and even then, who of them would be able to challenge her power?

The shuttle cruised through the silence of space. The Federation gave it no answer.

The shuttle dipped towards the atmosphere of Dantooine, breaching the uppermost boundaries of the troposphere before diving through a voluminous curtain of cumulus clouds. The birds in the heavens gave it no answer.

The shuttle let loose puffs of hissing steam as it landed, sinking gently on its support struts, on a hot ferrocrete pad in the midst of the blazing green fields of the prairie. The hopping insects, whose song ordinarily vibrated the blades of grass they perched upon, gave it no answer.

It was as if the entire planet was dead, but no, the piscine winged beasts still drifted across the sky, flapping lazily as if they were manta rays navigating the waters of Manaan rather than Dantooine's convergently evolved answer to birds. The planet still lived. But it was the silence of utter control that greeted the Sith, every lifeform, from the greatest beast of burden to the smallest rodent, from the merchant of Koonda to the janitor of the Dray estate, compliant with Viscretus' will - and Viscretus had not commanded them to utter a sound.

For the most part, once they had fallen to her will, she bid them continue their menial tasks. Shifting the programming of the weak minded in way that would ensure fealty during their visit to the surface.

The spaceport staff, however, would remain frozen - sinking to their knees as she rose from the bed. Her eyes were glazed with distance. Her mind was occupied to an incredible capacity with her task.

She stepped forward.

“It is done,” she remarked, with subtle smirk upon her lips. “The planet knows nothing but utter obeisance.”

"W-well," Erastus stammered, reciting the colours of the Flamewind of Oseon in order to distract himself from the rather natural instinct to be kriffing terrified of the eldritch world-bending entity whose bed he had just vacated, "let us..." His face twisted into an uncertain expression. "Let us tell the others?" he offered, weakly.

“Of course,” she responded, noticing his fear, but offering nothing beyond opening the door and proceeding through it. Frankly, it merely amused her. She continued through the narrow hall. Her illusion faded - there was no need for it now, and it only sapped potential power from her monumental task.

“Acolytes,” she said, glancing about to locate them, but deciding rather to allow them to come to her. The less effort for frivolous tasks, the better. “Come. Gather your equipment.”

TAG: @lordjania , darthvoxyn , Darth Dreadwar , Darth Voidwalker
TAGSET: Dantooine

IC: Voxyn
Location: Dread Fortress, Oricon

“Son of a…” Voxyn yelled in response to being hit by an energy blast and being sent flying across the room for the second time in as many minutes. Repeating what he did prior to avoid slamming into the wall he hit the ground again and rolling several feet. As he stood back up he saw Artemis walking up to him.

“And where have you been while I’ve just been getting thrown around like a ragdoll?” Voxyn sarcastically asked the Vornskr as if she could have done anything about it. “NOW SUFFER!” Voxyn heard Arancia shout. Quickly turning to where the shout came from Voxyn saw Arancia shooting lightning at Srethros.

TAG: Darth Catalyst Darth Voidwalker taciteoccultus
Tagset: Oricon

IC: Darth Vesper 
Location: Battle of Ziost 

As she spoke into the comms her wandering gaze and journey through the library continued. Visions shook from the confines of her mind dissipating for the moment as the pilot crackled in over the comms. “We have been in a holding pattern off the main battle trying to avoid detection after taking fire from the main battle.” His words settled upon the Dark Lady’s ears, though to a common bystander it would seem as if they fell by the way as the crimson pooled gaze wandered about her sanctuary that held the scrolls and bound leather volumes of times lost long ago.
Her steps had led her back to the man she had let slide to the floor, so devoid of any emotion coursing through her veins; her fingers trailed across the large, splintering wood table cautious not to prick her fingers. The trailing delicate nature of her touch glided over the large encyclopedic volume, frail pages absorbing the man’s blood like a sponge. “We need to get you out of here milady, standing by to extract you.” Vesper moved to speak, the burning desire to leave the war stricken planet she had called home so long ago aching deep, yet she stopped. The inked words of a single name glimmering off the crimson page. “Let us know your location and we will be there as fast as we can.”



“The gatekeeper is Rur…” The words slipped from her crimson lips in a whisper, ethereal, like silver from the blacksmith’s smelting urn, trailing off as her mind began to weave and place the pieces together. The library ran, the colors blurring violently as she was taken back yet again.



Lips pressed vigorously upon the young woman’s craning neck, one after the other, trailing along the delicate, feminine arch, coming to rest just behind her ear. A soft caress about her slender waist, Vesper could still feel his touch as she watched from the shadows beyond. The Dark Lord was fervent and crystal in his desire for her. Unable to hear the words he spoke softly upon the ears of the younger Vesper...Allegra. Vesper watched and waited. This evening was such a vivid memory, one she had never forgotten. The sheer curtains of her quarters in the Jedi temple had sifted in the breeze as the shadows edged closer as she had prepared to retire for the evening. The aromatic incense filling the space with a peaceful ambiance. Such meetings were common. The Dark Lord visiting her late in the evenings, calling to the darkness that simmered like embers deep down within the young Jedi Master. The intimate nature of the visits escalated quickly divulging the intent of such secret meetings. His hand sliding across her waist had sent a quivering of excitement and chill through her petite frame. The words the Dark Lord spoke, he was inviting her to join him in the Darkness, in that moment. A moment she had only dreamed of. Allegra, a woman who no longer existed, was faced with a decision that was to be made with haste. A decision that was made with almost no hesitation.



Allegra and the Dark Lord had arrived at the citadel on Ziost. The air was thick despite the breeze that teased the firelight into a flicker illuminating the path up the grand staircase that welcomed the Dark Lord. His commanding voice reverberated off the stone walls as he informed his to be Queen that her quarters were to the wing on the right, to the left leading deep, down into the belly of the fortress...was forbidden. Only once had she dared to venture beyond into the forbidden wing. Such venture was short lived, Allegra had caught the briefest glimpse of emerald green seeping from beneath the large wooden doors that restricted her from that which laid within. Vesper smirked as she watched the young version of herself startle at the echoing of footsteps from further within the wing. The pounding of her heart could be heard as it echoed in her veins, pulsing violently as she retreated back to the safety of her own wing of the citadel. So young. The embers of fear fueled. Fear that would manifest and evolve her into the Dark Lady she was this day.



A scoff echoed as the world of memories faded away before her. The young woman, an image of who she used to be, had no concept of what her fate would hold. A tug at the heartstrings and Vesper cut the cord quick. The image of the forbidden wing clinging to her mind’s eye as the full image was pieced together. Curiosity had served her well. “Hold.” She spoke finally into her comm. “There is some last minute business I must attend to.” Vesper cut the transmission, tucking the comm back into her utility belt then slamming the blood soaked pages of the volume shut. Briskly she turned, the blood in her veins pulsing, adrenaline racing through. Inhaling sharply her olfactory senses burned with the smells of war, she held the same breath as she stepped lightly up to the main doors and peered quickly to make sure the foyer was clear before entering, her grasp tightening yet again against the cool metal of her saber.



Tag: dragonsith13
Tagset: Battle of Ziost

Her reaction came like something pre-programmed. Releasing Dynami's hand from their handshake, it was naught but a split-second before the flash of motion in the corner of Callistra's eye set her on high alert. Moving like a fast explosion, Callistra snatched her lightsaber from her belt and ignited it, whirling on her heel to greet the large stone sentinel that was swinging its weapon downwards at her. 

She cast a glance at Dynami-- she would help the poor thing if she could, but not at the expense of her own life. First, she would deal with the thing that was bearing down with her with all its strength. 

    She had expected a snicker, laugh, even an insult she didn’t understand for her prayer. These so called Sith seemed anything but religious basing it off of how she was perceived every time she did anything that pertained to her customs. It was a shock to her how much of an aversion they seemed to hold towards religions. The intelligence she received back on Byss before departing for Korriban had described the Sith here as fanatically religious. Trill wondered what changed and when.

    Her prayer finishing, she stood back before wondering what they would find next. This temple had been weird to her since they first stepped in and though she initially thought it was a test from Venomis himself, with the disappearance of the strong presence in the force that she felt yesterday, it was no longer hard for her tell the truth… this place was no place of blessing or a place of the Gods. If anything this was blight on everything sacred about the Ancient Ones.

    Watching Malos carry on into the next room, she initially looked around and tried to take in some of the architecture and designs wondering if she could find anything similar to what she was used to seeing. It wasn’t until she glanced to the corner of the room that an arch that was designed to look as if it’s supporting the ceiling stuck out to her. That type of arch she had seen before… back during the dark days on Bogan while undercover. Bogan designs on Korriban… Sith using forcesabers like the Je’daii and Force Hounds… Sith using the dark side like those subjected to treatment on the dark moon of Tython…

    “I got it! Sith come from Je’daii Order! Tython to here!!” She was happy to make a realization of something that happened when she was asleep. At some point, the Je’daii Order or some sect of it, probably the followers of Bogan left and came to Korriban for personal freedom. But how long ago was it? “That why Kilajin like you call you Sith… You Sith and real Sith different… Je’daii come Korriban when?” She asked the group in general hoping someone didn’t mind the pop quiz in galactic history for her sake.

    However, when a moment passed and no one said anything, Trill glanced over to them wondering why no one would indulge her. It was at that moment she saw what had taken the words from everyone. It was something no one had seen before and it was quite frankly grotesque.



Before them laid a cradle, ancient like the rest of the surrounding but seemingly clean and fresh when it came to the bedding. That wasn’t what bothered her though. It was the seemingly blooded and undead corpse that was before them reaching out as if wanting someone to nurse it. Everything about this humanoid boy didn’t match any species she had seen before so this had to be the result of the magicks. Such arcane uses for magick were still being used? The looks on the infant’s face unsettled Trill. The baby looked happy to see them but the body looked as if warning them to not get close.

    Reaching for her forcesaber, Trill wanted nothing more than to get rid of it so they could figure out what it was. However, her hand moving for the hilt on her belt ever so subtly, Trill tried her best not to alert any of the others. With the unsaid tension still between them all, last thing she needed was another 3v1 situation that would only mess her up some more. 

IC: Trin and Volacius

Location- Sinister Sith Temple, Korriban



When the group of Sith had entered the dormitory, Volacius’ first thought after shoving his painful memories to the side was how relieved he was that there were no undead corpses waiting to greet him. The sight of the unyieldingly putrid infant drained all such feelings from the man. The Mirialan wasn’t sure which he preferred. Their shambling opponents from the night before had been more overtly deadly, but this one terrifyingly mutated and deformed child was somehow more unnerving. The way it reached out to them, the innocence of infancy and the horror of the unnatural mixing in the most disturbing way. He grabbed one of his Lightsabers out of sheer reflex, activating the blade and adding a dim red glow to the still-poor lighting of the room. “We should kill it like the rest,” Volacius stated, ignoring Trill’s realization and the question following it. “There’s no telling how dangerous that… thing is, regardless of its size. We shouldn’t take any risks dealing with it. Kill it fast and decisively, just like the creatures we fought before. Perhaps we might even catch it by surprise.”



The crash of the door startled Trin, even encased in proverbial ice as she was. Hearing Darth Malos, she stepped in quickly, raising her glaive as if ready to strike before seeing the baby. Her jaw dropped open and she gasped in horror. Trill’s words sounded like they were coming through water, Trin couldn’t understand them or even hear most of them.

“Jen’jidai came to Korriban, Trill.” Her voice sounded as odd in her ears as Trill’s had. There was more to answer her question, but in the face of what they were seeing, Trin couldn’t recall it. Who had done this? Who could have possibly done such a horrific thing?

The light of Volacius’ saber as it activated pulled Trin out of her shock. One hand shot out and grabbed his wrist in a firm but not ungentle grip. The young Zabrak’s voice shook slightly as she spoke, “It’s not a thing… it’s a baby. I don’t care what you think, we can’t just go around killing babies. Especially babies that are being cared for.” The hand holding the glaive gestured around the room with it, “Look at state of this temple, there’s no way that the crib just happens to have clean sheets. Who we need to kill is whoever did this to this baby.”





“Don’t let mercy get the better of you,” Volacius insisted, keeping his sabre ignited as he wrenched his wrist free, “this abomination might have once been a child, but right now, it is a perversion. It must be destroyed, for our safety.”



Trin allowed Volacius to shake her off and her now free hand almost of its own volition reached towards the small being in it’s crib. It clearly wanted them, it needed them. “Oh yes… that little thing is definitely threatening your life right now.” Trin rolled her eyes at the tall Mirialan. “Don’t let fear get the better of you, or stupidity. I reiterate- someone is caring for this child. Any danger it presents is secondary to what it’s caretaker presents.” Eyes locked on the piteous little creature in the crib Trin spoke again, stumbling on the words slightly “Darth Malos, who...how.. what could have done this? Can we help this little one?” Against her better judgement, she took a small step forward as she spoke.




Tag: darthkain7, @queenjunko, volacius

Tagset: Sinister Sith

Abandon Moon ~ Caverns

“MOVE!” the Acolyte Xxys yelled a warning in a forceful and commanding voice upon the revelation that they were not alone, as he drew ready to defend. The slithering scales of the creature, gleaming off the faint light of the power conduits as it moved between rock and began to slide out of its place of slumber, was seen. It’s blood soaked claws swiping back towards the wall as it tracked one of the troopers whom had moved further into the shadows.

Before hitting its mark, a series of two shots struck the beast which was now more than halfway out of where it had been hiding. The beast howled in pain and irritance as two blaser burns scorched its hide, drawing a faint trace of blood. The blaster marks causing the beasts swipe and gaze upon Kai to be broken just enough to only land a glancing blow. However the glancing blow still sent Kai flying through the air and across the cavern. Xxys’ attempt to pull Kai out of the shadows, seeing what was about to befall the trooper, did not work as intended though it did slow Kai from smashing into the ground.

The lead trooper near Xxys, stumbled back, his face under his mask having gone pale at the sight of the Major being nearly bisected. His finger depressing the trigger of his blaster and spraying out a flurry of blaster bolts, none of which had been aimed. Most of them impacting on the cavern wall, splattering a bit of rock into the air, a few haphazardly and only through the combination of the sheer volume he was blindly firing and that of a target of immense size being in close proximity right in front of him. A trail of blaster bolts finally hit the beast, a series of scorch marks one after another as the firing arc moved from side to side. Another scream of mixed pain and rage as the beasts head snapped back towards where the firing had originated.

Further drawing itself out the beast made a straight line for the trooper whom was still firing, with a fraction of his blaster fire now even going in the direction of the beast as the trooper was scrambling to turn and run. Tripping and clawing his way over small rocks on the cavern floor. A forward swipe from the beats took his legs out, sprawling him out onto his back surprisingly unharmed aside from the impact and a large gouge in one of his leg guards. A blaster bolt from his weapon catching the beast directly and causing it to spin rapidly, the full length of the beast, which was making the large cavern opening junction point now seem very crowded was now on display. The length of several speeders with a breadth and girth of a hearty animal, moving about on its four limbs. The only thing to describe it would be that of a giant lizard or worse, dragon.

Its tail came about whipping, smashing into a stalagmite rising from the cavern floor, shattering it like it was glass. The trooper scrambled and came to his feet, drawing a grenade out of his belt. He was panicking.

Depressing the grenades trigger he pulled back to launch it, but was again taken off his feet by the tail whipping back around sending him into a cartwheel as he landed hard on the cavern floor once more. The grenade he had held was flung into the air as it impacted off a small rock formation and back onto the cavern floor. Right next to the trooper where he had landed. His eyes growing wide as the grenade rolled to a stop next to him and detonated.

A mess of limbs, fragmented armor, and blood spray followed the echo of the grenade in the cavern. Amplified to an extreme level inside the cavern, the reverberation causing several stalactites overhead to be sheared off and fall like massive spears towards the floor. Their ears would ring in pain as the foolish act had sent the beast into a further fury.

It would rip all of them them limb from limb.

A snarl and stomping ensued as the beast moved towards Lylia, one of its claws still stained in the blood of the Major. Each large footstep of the beats echoing through the cavern as it was set to pounce the Omwatti girl into oblivion.

With a sudden lurch the beast pulled up, its head whipping down the direction of the cavern behind it.

A pause and from the beast unlike that of a rampaging beast.

It let loose a bellow-some scream and resumed moving towards Lylia, though it declined to engage her as it passed over her. Its scale underbelly keeping her pinned down as the beast which was in the process of overwhelming them, was now fleeing…

Further down into the cavern one of the power conduits flickers, some showers of sparks spraying into the air every few seconds. Just beyond the dark view of the main passage that continued down. The shower of sparks lighting up the darkness for a second and repeating every few as power surged through the break in the conduit line. Nearby a number of canisters were stacked up against the cavern wall, the same wear and tear technology that of the terminal in the middle of the cavern opening pass they occupied. One of the canisters having taken an impact from falling debris with it now laying on its side with liquid coming from it in a small gurgling flow. Further down the cavern to the side of the smaller grouping was a stockpile of even more crates and canisters.

All of them would be helpless to watch a shower of sparks flow out into the air, one of them landing on a small flow of liquid that had snaked its way down towards the now damaged power conduit.

The ignition was instantaneous, as the barrel exploded with the force of 10 grenades, erupting and pulverising rock, the force would knock all of them back even with it being further down the cavern passage.

Though that was pale in comparison to the burning fires which now consumed the stockpile of early a hundred crates within the cavern beyond view.

The beast was nearly out of sight as it moved down one of the cavern passages, with only three ways out at this junction, back the way they came, into and inferno, or following the beast. There was little to no time left to make a decision, with it being only Kai, Lylia, and Xxys remaining...


darthkain7 ,Darth Xxys , Reiis Invadator , taciteoccultus

IC: Shalyx'har'zan
Location: Abandoned Moon - Caverns

The beast tore through the cave system slamming a fist into the side of a wall as he passed to cause more stalagmites to fall. Unwanted guests. All they care for is to harm others.

He continues his rampage through the cave system. Finally he makes it to an exit. Upon exiting the cave his wings unfurl and he takes to the sky but for a moment, landing higher above the cave as he let's out a roar of anger.




Once more he flies off, disappearing as fast as he appeared. 

TAG: dragonsith13,
TAGSET: Abandoned Moon

IC: Voxyn
Location: Dread Fortress, Oricon


The lighting struck its target, electricity pulsing through Srethros for several seconds before Arancia looked at Voxyn. He just stared at Voxyn for several moments with an unreadable look on his face, mostly because his face always had that unreadable look on it, and then ran out of the room.



“I don’t like how he’s just running away.” Voxyn said as he took off after Arancia, Artemis following right behind. Voxyn didn’t know why Arancia was running, be it he sensed something that had even him scared or he was just trying to leave and abandon the rest of them on the planet but he wasn’t going to wait and find out.


TAG: Darth Catalyst taciteoccultus Darth Voidwalker

tagset: Oricon