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Post by darthvoxyn on Jul 29, 2019 0:14:18 GMT -5
IC: Crewman Erik Corr Location: Shuttle, Dantooine Erik was reclined in the pilot seat just drawing in his notebook as they approached Dantooine. He’d sent the last couple hours like this, just drawing out a bunch of random things like eyes, flowers, stamps, and he continued like this until they exited hyperspace and ahead of him he could see a Federation in orbit of Dantooine. “Hey fly boy? We got a plan for our landing? Cloaking device, advanced thrusters, fake codes to get us by? Something right? We surely aren’t going to fight them right?” asked the mercenary that had come into the cockpit. “That is a great question. I was never told the plan for when we arrived at our destination but seeings how there’s an entire fleet in front of us and I wasn’t given any codes, fake or real, I am going to pull some cloaking device shenanigans.” Erik replied as he activated the cloaking device. Erik continued to fly the ship towards the planet and to his surprise the Federation fleet did nothing, as if they hadn’t noticed them at all before he activated the cloaking device. Continuing on the shuttle entered the planets atmosphere and descended through the clouds and towards the surface and then finally landing. “Acolytes, come. Gather your equipment.”
Not sure if he was needed for anything else Erik got up and went to where the Blond Sith Woman was to find out. TAGS: Volshe Darth Dreadwar @lordjania Darth Voidwalker tagset Dantooine |
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Post by Darth Catalyst on Jul 30, 2019 10:16:48 GMT -5
IC Darth Arancia Dread Fortress, Oricon The chaos that was unfolding in the main antechamber was of little consequence to the crazed mind of Arancia. He continued his sprint through the halls of the fortress. A look over his shoulder showed Voxyn and his pet following along, which in turn caused the gand’s eyes to bulge in terror. He reached a hand back and tugged on the strings of the Force, taking hold of a section of wall and ceiling and bringing it down around Voxyn and Artemis, in an attempt to obstruct their chase. The battle between Tacite and Srethros seemed to be drawing the attention of another audience entirely. As Tacite willed his way through the blast of Force lightning, wisps of faint light floated into his vision, coalescing into shifting faces with humanoid shapes. They were being judged by the Masters of Old, and the power that was leaking out of both of the living Sith seemed to draw the phantasms closer. As more details became apparent, both Tacite and Srethros would be able to make out one defining look shared by each of the restless spirits. Tacite wasn’t the only one that was hungry. TAG: Darth Voidwalker, darthvoxyn, taciteoccultus, ORICON TAGSET
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Post by Darth Xxys on Jul 30, 2019 20:02:56 GMT -5
Unknown moon. XXYS I.C. The blast had nowhere to go and it was only the will of the Force Xxys was not killed; he could only seek what meager cover the cave could offer and throw up his best Force defence... for naught. As his feet left the ground he thought he was to meet his end in some hole in the ground...again. Xxys landed hard but conciousness did not desert him and as he felt the blast wave dissipate down the cavern he regained his footing. His head felt like it had been pressed in a vice and his ears felt like they were stuffed with fabric. The ringing was incessant and he felt a new crop of bruises on top of the old ones from the impact with the floor. Three. Only Three had managed to survive the nearly blinding attack of the cave dragon and the ensuing blasts that followed. All were stunned and discombobulated, but otherwise most only suffered the same busing. Xxys training had made sure he retained his saber and he returned it to his right hip. Looking down the now somewhat smoke filled cavern their back trail was blocked by the still burning fuel. "Well...I dont think we can go back the way we came. I would suggest we move as quickly as we can and follow that creature. Anything in front of us will have to deal with it first. We have lost any advantage we might have had with numbers. Now we will have to rely of stealth." @kai Erlae darthkain7dragonsith13 |
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Post by darthkain7 on Aug 1, 2019 2:05:52 GMT -5
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IC: Darth Malos Sinister Sith Temple, Korriban Malos heard Trill's questions. Of the Je'daii, of the Sith. He was unable to answer them, his eyes frozen on the terribly malformed infant before them. Cocking his head, the Sith Master struggled within his own mind, resisting the urge to approach the child and give it the affection it desired. A look of disgust spread as he fought the thoughts, until he finally settled on remaining where he stood; the razor-sharp teeth were enough of a hint for the Nagai to know to stay away. “We should kill it like the rest." Volacius' words struck Malos like a freight train. An urge overwhelmed the Sith Master's feelings, demanding he defend the baby from the cautious acolyte. A hand immediately fell onto his lightsaber, ready to draw the blade and cut the Mirialan down if he moved toward the babe any further. Thankfully, Trin was there, and argued with her fellow acolyte. Malos felt confused, removing his hand from his saber and deciding to watch their debate as he too debated, though internally and of a different topic. Why had he felt so strongly for this… thing? “Darth Malos, who… how... what could have done this? Can we help this little one?” Trinaya's questions snapped Malos back to reality, making him visibly shake his head as he tried to process what she'd asked. "I don't know what did this, or what happened to this… boy," Malos spoke, glancing at the mutant to ensure he had not misidentified it. "And it's not our job to help him. If we're lucky… if he's lucky, we won't have to go out of our way to do so. Otherwise, we need to keep moving. Kento isn't here. We can check the theater next. And maybe we'll catch a show while we're at it." The Sith Master ushered for the others to leave the room, and as the three did, something strange would occur. Trill was the first to exit the room, not needing any more incentive to leave. However, after a single step out of the room, her vision would darken. The world around her dimmed, and hovering above her was a figure that was horrifying to describe. An ancient, mummified creature with insects crawling through its empty eye sockets and past its rotten maw. It was of similar dress to the Rakatan Masters she had served all her life, but it was not of the Rakata. It was… wrong. Speaking through the corpse was a voice that sent chills down her spine. It was as deep as the grave, and as commanding as death itself. "Greetings, Hound," it said. Trill would be confused. The voice spoke Basic, but she understood entirely, as if it had been the language she was raised to speak. "Such an interesting specimen. A shame that the Nagai sapped you of your power. You would have been perfect." The corpse came closer. Trill could not move away. She could practically smell its decay. "You approach death, with every step you take. Flee. Lest you join Xesh in the depths of Chaos."Trinaya would experience a similar anomaly the moment she stepped out of the room, though the figure before was… different. It was a young Twi'lek teenager, with pale blue skin and violet eyes. Handsome for his age, though he looked weary. He wore Jedi robes, a bit more classical than what Jedi wore nowadays. When his mouth opened to speak, Trinaya was surprised to hear a voice that did not match the boy's body. Deep, dark. Evil. "Trinaya," it spoke. "I can taste your fear. You may try to bury it in ice, but it shall melt away the moment you come closer to your death. The moment you come closer to me. Leave my temple if you wish to live to the end of your days, lest this be your last." The Twi'lek smiled cruelly. "Unless, of course, you wish to reunite with your mother and sister."The last to leave the infant's room was Volacius, who had reluctantly left the abomination alive. The world went to black the moment he did, and he saw a boy he recognized. A young human with dark hair and blue eyes, the one they had been looking for. Volacius tried to tell the others, to shout that he had found Damian Kento. But his throat clenched as he tried, no sound escaping. A sickening grin came to the boy, and a heavy voice came past his lips. "Camion," Kento spoke. "Here to get more of your friends killed? Why don't you run along to your temple and leave? That way you can live on as a failure instead of dying as one here."Simultaneously, the three separate visions came to an end, the cue being Malos closing the door of the nursery behind himself. "What's everyone standing around for?" he asked aloud. "Come on, no lollygagging."TAGS: volacius , @lordjania , cliojayne TAGSET: Sinister Sith ___________________________________ IC: Zul'tar The Tomb of Darth Cognus, Korriban As one of the statues attempted to cut down the wicked Dynami, the dynamic duo of Jekyll and Hyde had intervened, throwing off the sentinel's swing with a Force Push. Dynami followed with another kinetic shove, pushing it directly into the oncoming swing of the green lightsaber that Hyde now wielded. The plasma sliced through the stone, causing the statue to collapse into dust. The last sentinel had also been knocked backward by Dynami's push, though not to the same extent. It charged, hoping to avenge its fallen brethren by impaling Jekyll through the spine. But Dynami had sent another blast of energy at the ceiling, hoping to dislodge debris onto the statue. The force caused the ceiling to crack severely. A chunk of stone, the size of a Huttball, collapsed downwards, striking the sentinel and causing a split in the stone statue's head with a satisfying thonk. Though it was damaged, it was not yet defeated. Someone still had to land the killing blow… TAGS: Volshe , corinthia , taciteoccultus TAGSET: Tomb of Cognus |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2019 5:39:06 GMT -5
Trill
Sinister Sith Temple Trill allowed herself to be ushered from the room; she had no reservations or wants to stay there with whatever that mutant child was. Sure it was probably suffering and someone should have put it out of its mercy, but the hound wasn’t stupid. If they tried to kill the baby, it would only serve as a catalyst to some bigger event or it would hamper the group in some unknown way. And after everything that had already happened, especially to Trill in particular, she wanted nothing more than to find the civilizations of these Sith so she could speak with the one in charge. Being the first to leave out, her hand removed from her saber and figuring they cleared the immediate area around them all the way back to the entrance of this temple, Trill felt no need to be alarmed by anything. However, panic immediately filled her when she lost her vision. What was happening? Why to her? Was this the doing of the Sith behind her? Someone else nearby? The Gods? Her answer was given to her not more than a moment later though she didn’t understand it. A Rakatan was before her… no it was more than that. A dead and decayed Rakatan Master was before her and Trill quite didn’t know how to react to what she was seeing. Was it one of the undead from last night except that it was over here in this part of the building? No, it couldn’t have been that either… the undead from last night were not intelligent in the slightly. Yet this one… this one was obviously trying to make vocal contact with her. When it first spoke out in the language of the Kilajins, Trill figured there was no way she would fully understand what it was trying to say. However, that took only a second of correction before she grasped with the fact that she could understand their language as if it was her own. Having a correct accent felt weird and not having to do the usual clicks and ticks in her speech to mimic the words of her owners. Hearing the Predor mock her of having her power sapped before alluding to Xesh, Trill wondered how this could be real. The stench of the corpse certainly smelled weird, and the approach of it until hovering only inches away from her face, Trill couldn’t move but she certainly winced hoping the dead Predor didn’t touch her. Her voice full of resistance to the species that raised her and taught her, she spoke back in basic hoping to show that she thought this was a test or trick. “I still have my power, I just need a good bit of rest to get it back Predor. I am still a valuable hound and once I make it back to my true Predor he will see that. And Xesh isn’t dead… it hasn’t been that long, I think… He should be recovered by now and the Je’daii conquered… Once I can figure out how far in the future I am, I can figure the rest out about the Empire and how to get back to them.” Her resistance to the Rakatan corpse was the first true time she had the courage to rebel against one of her owner’s species in front of their very face. Even on Tython, when she led her old Predor into the trap that cost him his life, she wasn’t able to face him. However, something felt different here. And then with it talking about Xesh, Trill felt the need to not listen to him saying Xesh was in chaos if he truly was dead. Yes, Xesh got caught in the trap she set for her own Predor, but she knew Xesh was way stronger than that. There was no way that he would get killed from something so simple. Trill wanted to say more but before she could even form the words, the vision ended and like that the smell and the corpse hovering above her was nowhere to be seen. “You no see the corpse above me? It smell and it was Predor. What is Predor doing on Korriban?” Trill posed the question to Malos after he chided the group to stop standing around and start walking. Had no one else seen the dead Rakatan corpse talk to her? That was impossible… it was right here. Someone had had to see it just now. However, the one good thing was though, her accent was back to Imperial Rakatan, she managed a slightly better grasp on basic than before so. Waiting for an answer from any of them, she sighed and continued walking so that Malos would at least feel incentive to help her out with this since she was complying with his directives.
Nannley and Etami Wren
Viscretus Shuttle; Dantooine
The Cathar had never been Dantooine before but it was surely a beauty to behold once she made it to the cockpit and took glances once they broke the atmosphere and were coming in for their landing. She couldn’t believe that a planet like this could be so appealing when the planets that she originally thought beautiful had far less appealing looks to them than this. Trying her best not to seem too excited, she kept glancing around her momentarily to make sure she didn’t get too close to Viscretus. Nannley still couldn’t discern why she should avoid the Dark Lady but something inside of her was telling her that it was the smart decision to keep if she wanted to stay alive. However, with their mission starting she knew she had to listen to the woman’s orders to do the job she pulled to do. However, the young force user knew she had to avoid using the Dark Side as much as possible while not getting on the woman’s bad side. It was a tricky game, but Nannley was doing this because of the challenge not because she thought it would be easy. Stepping out the cockpit directly after the pilot when the shuttle finally landed, she figured using him as a buffer. Surely the Sith wouldn’t go through the pilot to get to her but then again she could be severely underestimating the lady. Maybe she had no reservations about hurting innocents to get to those she wanted to persecute. Either way, the Cathar would find out once they reached her and she caught glimpse of the acolyte that had caught her interest when first leaving. The Mandalorian on the other hand was only interested in finally getting this job started and breaking these little acolytes for all the money they had in their banks. As long as the Sith Lord didn’t get in the way and cause any problems, Etami found she would have almost no problem in getting what was owed to her and then some from the impressionable young Sith. And the fact that they didn’t know she could also use the force, if they tried anything, she would be able to combat them and use that fact to catch them off guard. Sending the coordinates to their landing spot to her allies who followed them into the atmosphere, once the shuttle touched ground, Etami heard her shuttle do the same beside them. Figuring she go coordinate and relay all the information to her group without having to worry about the Sith listening in from any angle, she heard the call for the acolytes to gather their equipment. Walking out of the cockpit she made her way to the boarding ramp before looking back to the Pilot and Sith Lord who she passed on the way. “I’ll be going to make sure my team is ready for the mission. It should only take us a few minutes and we will meet back up with you all outside the shuttles. It’ll be nice working with ya.” Her altered voice filtered the words out of her helmet before she activated the boarding ramp and watched it open. Not waiting for a response, she walked out to go coordinate with her team for the next few minutes thankful to be away from the pent up Sith. The ride here was surely interesting and she surely would have done a little more digging into everyone if she didn’t feel like her life would be in risk doing so. Finally making it back to her shuttle she walked into the lowered boarding ramp before having it close behind her. She wanted privacy with her people and Etami was sure she was going to get it. They needed to do this job right… Sith were far less tolerant than Jedi. |
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Post by volkkroker on Aug 4, 2019 5:49:09 GMT -5
~The Leaning Lantern~
Volk Kroker Volk had been doing the work around on the mysterious stranger, snacking away on his order of space waffles, unconsciously carrying on as if he had known the man and his droid forever. The smooth jizz had covered the atmosphere pretty well and Volk, at first, hadn't noticed anything was wrong. His objective was getting information, which required a certain level of sophistication, charm, linguistics, and forming a level of trust etc. all things he'd learned from a lifetime on Umbarara. He was regaling a tale about a couple of sexual conquests with Nabboian ladies when he was interrupted by the sister tugging at his arm. Before he could answer The leaning Lantern was shook with a cold aura and a rude bang. Volk looked over to see a twi'lek pointing at the man next to him with a sneer, barking an insulting order. It was when the sister banged her weapon onto the floor and hissed her warning for them to leave Volk nodded, "Well, looks like our time is up." Volk drew his power-5's from their holsters. "You got a choice friend, take your chances with us, or take your chances with your friends here." Actually what Volk meant was 'or you can black out for a few hours and be stuck with us anyway', but that information wasn't important to the situation. corinthia, Volshe, Lord Vassago |
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Post by volacius on Aug 5, 2019 13:57:46 GMT -5
IC Trin and Volacius Location- Sinister Sith Temple, Korriban Kento’s appearance upon his exit was sudden, but there was no mistaking it; it was the young man they’d been looking for. The missing student didn’t appear to be much worse for wear, a confusing prospect considering all they had been through just to get to him. Surely he would have had to have survived similarly horrendous adversaries to have made it this far. In spite of this, the Mirialan’s first instinct was to signal to his comrades, who had apparently not noticed that their quarry had been located. Two realizations quickly dawned on the acolyte: Firstly, try as he might he could not seem to get the words out; and secondly, his fellow Sith were nowhere to be found. In fact, his surroundings had been reduced to an infinite nothingness that completely encompassed him, devoid of anything distinct apart from Kento’s form.
The lost student spoke ominously, as if possessed or driven mad, but his words struck home. How did this boy that Volacius had seldom ever spoken to known his old name, and how did he know that anyone Volacius had valued as a friend or loved one had long since perished? The prospect of someone being party to the acolyte’s deepest secrets was particularly unsettling to the man, but the disconcerting implications of that train of thought evaporated into anger as the inferior student dared to call him a failure. “I am not a failure!” Volacius shot back, struggling to get the words out.
Suddenly, the environment of the dormitory flipped back into existence like a ship dropping out of lightspeed. A swift glance to his side confirmed that his comrades were beside him, but Kento was nowhere to be found. The acolyte heard Malos questioning their inaction, and Trill yet again sputtering nonsense about ‘Predors’ or some such. “My Lord, I believe I have had a most disconcerting vision,” Volacius reported. “I saw Kento, but it seemed… wrong.”
Trin had turned back for one last look at the baby before leaving the room. It was so small and helpless… well maybe not helpless, but small and in need. She couldn’t shake the nagging doubt that leaving him there would come back to haunt them somehow. Turning as she stepped through the door and not seeing Trill was more than a little alarming after all they had been through. Seeing a strange Jedi was even more alarming, and Trin’s hand went quickly to her foil.
The apparition was incredibly correct about one thing already, the ice around her melted rapidly as it mentioned her mother and sister. Not with fear or despair, though. It melted with a different kind of anger. Not the cold controlled anger that she had maintained since the night before, but a sharp hot white fiery anger that raged like a wildfire. Without realizing it, Trin had her foil not just in her hand but ignited and in an attack position before she realized the apparition was gone. Trin checked herself before she hit Trill, who was speaking Rakatan in front of her, as the vision faded.
Taking deep breaths, Trin controlled her anger. Channeling it, cooling it, refusing to let it control her. She was in charge of her destiny, not some kriffing Jedi in a vision. “No lollygagging.” The tag end of Darth Malos’ words came through to her, followed by Trill and Volacius’ statements. Frowning, Trin began to speak, “No, no, you’re both wrong it was…” Realization hit like a lightning bolt and Trin almost growled in frustration at the awful temple. With more force than was entirely necessary, she extinguished her foil and put it back on her belt. Trill had already turned to move forward, but Trin reached out a hand and touched her shoulder. She didn’t grab the woman, out of fear of startling her and facing an attack or breaking her in her current apparent physical frailty, Trin wasn’t sure.
“Darth Malos, the temple, or I guess more likely whoever is in the temple that took Kento is trying to get us to leave. We all just saw some kind of vision. It might be worth comparing notes to try to figure out what we might be facing before going on.”
She awaited his response with arms folded. This whole expedition was definitely more than they had bargained for.Tags: darthkain7, @lordjania, cliojayneTagset: Sinister Sith |
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Post by taciteoccultus on Aug 5, 2019 18:27:16 GMT -5
IC: Jekyll/Hyde Location: Tomb of Cognus Immediately after the attacking statue was dispatched, Hyde threw a ball of fire at the damaged one hoping to keep it stunned as she got closer. Without waiting to see the result she charged again, leaping at the current opponent with murder in her eyes as she slashed at it from it's right shoulder to it's left hip. All while this is going on Jekyll is conflicted. He hated violence. He had to keep repeating to himself quietly, unable to actually speak currently. They aren't living beings, they aren't living beings. They are just a trap. They aren't living beings.
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Post by Volshe on Aug 6, 2019 20:19:26 GMT -5
IC: DynamiStatue Room, Tomb of CognusDynami had clambered back, no longer directly engaged in the fight. There was something, some energy, some buzz along its arms that forced the hair to stand on end. Dynami frowned, narrow its eyes, and launched another attempt of Force power forward. It wished for flame, but only sputters of ice emerged from its fingertips. It scowled, inner voice screaming at the chorus of a thousand in its head. It needed focus. It needed quiet. It needed to recall what it knew, not simply trigger the Force in these unexpected fashions. Beetles from sand, boiling liquid, lightning, telekinesis, all powers it barely recognized, from hands it barely recognized. The voices quieted. For one moment, two. Enough Dynami could recognize the language and chants that brought it power millennia ago. “FIRE!” Dynami screeched at last, but instead only curls of dark violet energy emerging, slithering upon the floor and wrapping around the statue. Dissipating instantly. There was no violet flame, no, it was an energy of dark regeneration. Dynami had merely attempted to heal what could not be healed... It flung to the ground on its knees, shaking its burning hands in rage. Ordering them to respond. Ordering the Force to obey its wishes. It was a servant of a great master, not some fool who could not wield power. TAG: darthkain7 , corinthia , taciteoccultus
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Post by Volshe on Aug 6, 2019 21:00:19 GMT -5
~~ GM UPDATE ~~ IC: Darth ViscretusGarang Central Spaceport, Dantooine“Come along,” Viscretus said, singsong, following the mercenary’s suspiciously-quick departure. Her heels clicked down the landing ramp, wind rustling her blonde hair. The teal dress fluttered about her, seemingly an improper choice for their destination. She did not think so. After all, she would not be doing much leg work given her new direction. She assumed the crew would be anxious at first, having no appraisal of the situation around them - but that anxiety would soon be quelled. It was a sight to behold. Viscretus had to stifle her satisfied smile as she came to a halt. A dozen of the spaceport’s federation agents, knelt in reverence, heads inclined to the durasteel of the platform. They did not shift, nor rise, simply remaining still as she proceeded to a larger platform ahead. Awaiting the group. Her eyes scanned the horizon, speeders screeching by, clouds intermittently broken by tranquil blueness. She inhaled, the air filling her lungs. Nature. Not sand, not chilled air, but temperate breeze and the scent of blba trees. Beautiful, living greenery. Her will broke two of the officers’ kneel, and they snapped upright, standing to either side of her with pistols in hand. She had already relented the minds of thousands, indoctrinating them into complacency, into recognizing her absolute authority with the venomous touch of her mind - but the populace of Garang would remain under her direct guidance. She turned back, hands clasped at her waist, prepared to address the group as they ambled behind her. There certainly had been a change in plan. She had an even more...amusing plan, now that only the occasional formidable Imperial knight or Jedi would potentially be a threat... A transport speeder pulled in behind her, another behind it, conjured by her tenuous hold on the Dantooinian minds. There was somewhere she wished to visit, first and foremost. The others would be able to follow once she briefed them on their new mission. TAG: darthvoxyn , Darth Voidwalker , @lordjania , Darth Dreadwar ,
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Post by darthvoxyn on Aug 7, 2019 1:07:43 GMT -5
IC: Voxyn Dread Fortress, Oricon As he ran after Arancia parts of the wall and ceiling around him began to collapse. Diving to the side Voxyn rolled out of the way of the falling debris. Getting back to his feet he continued to run after Arancia, it looked like he was running for the ship and there was no way he was being left behind on this forsaken rock. TAG: Darth Catalyst taciteoccultus Darth Voidwalker Tagset Oricon |
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Post by darthkain7 on Aug 7, 2019 2:59:15 GMT -5
GM Update
IC: Darth Malos Sinister Sith Temple, Korriban "You no see the corpse above me? It smell and it was Predor. What is Predor doing on Korriban?” Trill spoke, her grasp on Basic notably improved. “My Lord, I believe I have had a most disconcerting vision… I saw Kento, but it seemed… wrong," Volacius spoke, ignoring the Rakatan girl's own reports of what Malos could only guess to be a vision. “No, no, you’re both wrong it was…” Trinaya began, likely about to try and argue that her vision was different from theirs. She then went on, “Darth Malos, the temple, or I guess more likely whoever is in the temple that took Kento, is trying to get us to leave. We all just saw some kind of vision. It might be worth comparing notes to try to figure out what we might be facing before going on.”Malos took a small step back and put his hands forward, comically acting as if the trio had just Force Pushed him with all of this information at once. "You all had visions? That sounds craaazy, even for me," he said with a quick wink. "I didn't have any visions. But if I had to guess, you probably hit the nail on the head. Whatever is in control here wants us gone. Know what that means?"The Nagai leaned in a bit closer, smiling. "It's afraid of us. Sounds like it tried playing with your heads, though. Might want to try and self-evaluate from here on out. The further we push here, I'm sure it'll start being more aggressive with its visions. Might even try to trick you. Stay wary."Darth Malos walked past the others now, leading them out of the deserted children's room and trying his best to ignore the cries of the malformed babe in the adjacent room. The group of darksiders traversed the hallway, making it to the entrance of the theater. No doubt this was used as a source of entertainment for the leader of this place. If it was like the rest of this temple, it'd be nothing but dusty seats, spiders, and the undead. Or so they thought.
Stepping inside, the four would be greeted to an entirely different scene than the one before. The theater, it was… still up and running? Seats lined the way from the doorway to the stage, with a path in the center of the room to allow easy navigation. The theater was well-lit, torches along the walls giving a refreshing ambiance. Red velvet curtains obscured the stage from the onlookers, of which there were plenty. Men and women of over a dozen species were in attendance, dresses in dark robes befitting a Sith academy. They were chatting quietly among themselves, not noticing the new entrants. One being noticed their arrival, however. A young Zabrak, with golden skin and no tattoos, dressed in formal wear with a well-kept bowtie. Quite handsome, and friendly. "Hello, ladies and gentlemen! You're just in time for the show. We have front row seats ready for you! Courtesy of the Dark Lord himself!" the young Zabrak exclaimed, his role as an attendant now quite obvious. "I'm sorry, but--" Malos began. "No need to be. You're here right on time! Now come, come." The four, despite whatever silent protests they had, felt an odd compulsion to follow the young Zabrak. It was a short walk to their seats, directly to the left of the center walkway. Four spots, all next to one another, with a few humans chattering from the next seat over. None of the other Sith seemed to pay attention to them, strangely enough. The Zabrak gave them a smile as the darksiders reluctantly sat in their seats. "I hope you all enjoy the show. Heim'vall and Desdemona are the stars of this one, so I know it'll be fantastic!" The young man then scurried along, leaving the four to speak among themselves before the show was to start. TAGS: @lordjania, cliojayne, volaciusTAGSET: Sinister Sith ___________________________________
IC: Zul'tar The Tomb of Darth Cognus, Korriban "FIRE!" Dynami screeched, demanding that flames erupt from its hands and scorch the damaged statue. But the flames came not from it, but from Hyde. The fireball splashed against the stone, leaving black char but not causing much damage beyond the force of the fireball actually colliding with it. Though this, of course, was not Hyde's only plan. As Dynami's tendrils of dark healing energy dissipated, ineffective on the unliving stone, Jekyll's lightsaber cut downward, slicing through the last of the stone sentinels. The threat, at least for now, was over. Zul'tar, impressed, sheathed the axe on his back, approaching the others. The creepy one, on its knees and screeching in rage, Zul'tar kept his distance from. It looked like a woman, but it certainly did not feel like one in the Force. It felt like dozens of souls, all trying to gain control of one body. Was it the absolute worst case scenario of what Jekyll and Hyde were afflicted with? "Nice aggression, Hyde," Zul'tar spoke, acknowledging that Jekyll likely did very little in that conflict. "Jekyll, see if you can't help this one," he motioned towards Dynami. It looked in desperate need of… something. Maybe the pacifist side of his companion would finally be useful here. Zul'tar came closer to the Devaronian woman, seeing that she had obviously been hurt quite badly by the creepy one's wild Force Lightning. "Looks like your friend there gave you quite the sting," the old man said. "Are you alright?"TAGS: Volshe, taciteoccultus, corinthiaTAGSET: Tomb of Cognus |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 7, 2019 5:20:36 GMT -5
Trill
Eerie Theater; Sinister Sith Temple; Korriban
Trill was ready to compare her notes with the others and figure out what exactly the vision meant. Hearing the account of the others and being able to self translate some of what they were saying, she was sure that the Predor she saw in front of her previously had not been real at all. However, whatever made him appear to her was very real and she needed to figure out what it was before it was too late. If it was some type of malevolent force, it would have already attacked if it knew exactly where it was. Trill needed to find it first before it found them. Stepping silently down the hallway waiting for the others to speak up first and explain what they saw, it was only before they even could begin that Malos opened another door to yet another room they would have to traverse. However, something was different when this one opened… Trill didn’t feel the regular tinge of the dark side. This time it felt like a wave of dark side energy stormed over her. Her skin felt goose bumps forming and the little sweat she had from her vision felt frozen on her face. Before her eye was a theater… not old and decrepit as she thought it would be. No, this theater was pristine and still looked very much in use. Bodies draped in black cloth filled the rows and rows of seats all chanting in a language that Trill had felt she heard before but didn’t quite recognize. Was it ancient Sith? That was surely a language that pulled on the vocal chords like this one seemed to, but Trill hadn’t heard enough of the old language to tell for sure. They lingered at the entrance for another moment before they were met by the well dressed and flamboyant Zabrak. Trill instinctively took a step back since she was the closest to him but it wasn’t for fear or any such related topic. Trill was still hardwired that when it came to the slave hierarchy of the old Imperial system, Force Hounds were top of the charts so seeing a species that her Master’s made dressed like a person that served Over-Predor slightly worried her. Turning her attention back to Trinaya, she wondered if the girl knew anything about this since it was someone of her species. However, for safeties sake and a tiny bit of suspicion at this all, Trill figured she ask questions in Rakatan hoping that Trinaya remembered some of the things she taught her the previous day. “Ade uto kilajin… Nex ku lao to kin?” (It’s another of the slave species… Is he of your family?) Trill asked looking back. Waiting for the answer, Trill quieted down to the sound of a mute when she started feeling compelled to take the slave’s suggestion of coming into the theater and taking a seat. She wanted to resist and get the hell out of there, it was far too sketchy for her to be comfortable, but her body was disobeying her. Taking a seat as the others around her continued their low chanting, every fiber of Trill’s being was telling her to get out of there. For the strangest reason she felt she was watching herself from the third person and she couldn’t will herself to do much let alone talk. Knowing she had to find some sort of composure about herself, just something to feel as if she was back in control again. Looking over to Trinaya once again, Trill’s eyes were filled with worried and she hoped the Zabrak could read the situation. However, the words that she said had no correlation to anything happening whatsoever. “If… if you tre-treat me fr-frail again… I k-kill you… I h-have p-power back.” Her basic was getting better as she thought back to the weird vision. However, she wanted Trinaya to see what she was really trying to do. This wasn’t Trill making any ordinary threat; she was simply trying to assert that she still had control of her body. Something was really wrong and everyone needed to figure it out before it was too late. Nannley and Etami Wren
Garang Central Spaceport, Dantooine
Etami Wren conversed with her crew before stepping out the ship a few moments later with them in tow. All equipped in their versatile yet diverse style of Mandalorian armor and helmets, the leader made her way back over to the group of Sith before directing her words at Viscretus. “My Lord, we are all ready to go. I’ve settled my fee with the young ones and while I’ll be riding in your speeder, the rest of my crew will be using their own speeders.” She didn’t have much else to say until it was time to depart. Nannley in the meanwhile, simply followed the woman out of the shuttle and watched as the hold she had on the staff of the spaceport was quite fearful. It was something that felt eerie and she didn’t want to say anything, but the whole scene was causing her a headache once again. Darth Viscretus… who did she look like again? What was so important and stood out about the Sith Lord that was causing Nannley a headache? Whatever it was, the Cathar needed to let it go and focus on the mission ahead. Surely, she would have a better time and a less dangerous place to figure out the jumble going through her head. But with the lady that seemed to be the cause of her confusion, this was surely not the time nor place for it. She remained silent waiting for Viscretus to explain more as her attention was diverted to the transports that were arriving. |
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Darth Catalyst
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Post by Darth Catalyst on Aug 7, 2019 13:42:56 GMT -5
CORBOS COMBOIC Brooke, Darth Kain, Darth Feros, ReaperAbandoned mines, Corbos They'd arrived back at the lift. This posed a problem, but not one Feros wasn't prepared for. He always kept a coil and grapple on his belt. "Alright." He said looking back at the other three. "This shaft leads straight up. We'll be able to get back out from up there and leave this blasted rock. I'm going to throw this hook up and reel myself up. Then I'll lower it for you three, one at a time. We have to hurry though. Force knows when this place is going to come crashing down around us." Feros turned and pulled out the grapple. He looked up at the ledge. Studying it closely. He focused and could see how the rocks came together. Where he should avoid throwing the hook. He spun it to gain force and tossed it, using the force to guide it to a suitable spot. While Feros was sure he could see the end of the shaft, his Hapan heritage betrayed him. As he flung the grappling hook, it clattered against the stone and metal at the top and appeared to find a suitable resting point. Feros couldn't quite see what he had latched it on though. A tug to test its security brought the hook tumbling back down to land at Feros’s feet. Corvar watched as the grappling hook tumbled back down, and a sense of urgency crept into his heart. While this normally would have been comical, more wasted time meant less time they had to escape the impending death of a cave-in. He'd been trapped underground once, and he did not want to relive that experience. "Too dark for you to see, my Hapan friend," he said, approaching the wall of the shaft. "Let's see if I can't light the way." Pressing his hand gently against the dirty stone, Corvar allowed fire to flow into his palm. He then attempted to spread the flame upwards, hopefully allowing the fire to creep to the top of the wall and allow Feros to see where his second throw would land. Reaper carrying Brooke took the back. He figured it was best considering he was carrying the extra weight. As they came to the lift he watched Feros' blunder in amusement. "Good try maybe next time." He said with some amusement in his voice. He then watched as Corvar made flames come from his hands. A neat trick but would it work we could only find out in time. With Corvar lighting the way, Feros could see the top of the shaft. He looked up and launched the grapple, again guiding and propelling it with the force, smiling when he heard the satisfying clink of the small tough hook hitting stone. He gave the line a couple quick tugs again to sink the hook into the rock and make sure it was secure. This time, Feros’s line stuck fast. The cavern continued to rumble around him as he climbed, threatening to shake him from his line. He was able to climb up the cord to the top of the shaft in a matter of moments though, thanks to the assistance of the Force. Upon reaching the top, the path he saw had changed little since he had trekked it before. Perhaps a little more dust and debris littered the floor but it was still clear for now. How long that would last, however, was anybody’s guess. Brooke murmured again from Reaper’s shoulder and shifted her weight, forcing him to compensate lest he drop her on the stone floor below. More quakes echoed from the cavern behind them, shaking larger and larger stones from the ceiling above. Nothing was threatening them at this point, but from the volume of the tremors, the group could tell they were getting closer. It was only a matter of time before they would be entombed in the mines. Seeing that Feros had reached the top via the flames along the wall, Corvar grabbed hold of the line. Giving it a slight tug, he tested the weight before placing his foot on the wall and starting his ascension. It then became a simple matter of putting one foot ahead of the other, quickly traversing the stone wall before becoming vertical once again, reaching the top and gathering his bearings. The cave system was beginning to violently come apart now; it was only a matter of time before he and the others would become entombed here. He refused to allow that. "Come on," he muttered beneath his breath, looking down at Reaper and Brooke. Reaper feeling Brooke shift also shifted his weight to account for the imbalance. He grabbed onto the rope without word. He'd carry this burden only because Corvar deemed her a valuable person or even pawn. He didn't understand exactly why but he'd keep her around. He held onto her as he held onto the rope with his other hand. He aided his climb with the force as fatigue was plaguing him. He could feel his muscles ache from the battle and could feel the extra weight sapping his strength as he climbed with one arm. Though it was tough to do he would not fail at this task as his will to do even this was all that moved him. He would not know death intimately on this day. As his horizon became a flat top he smiled and nodded at Brooke. "Someone get her before she falls." He said sweat dripping from his brow. He looked like he had just ran a marathon but he was smiling so obviously he was fine for the most part. Corvar immediately moved to assist Brooke in finishing the climb, gently taking her wrist and adding support at her shoulder with his other hand, helping her to her feet. "Can you run?" he asked her, the sweat on his brow growing thicker with each second they wasted in this cave. "If she can't, I'll carry her. But we have to go now!" Feros shouted over the rumbling of the cave coming apart. He could feel the ground spasming beneath his feet. Tectonics shifting and colliding, threatening to drop the whole of the cavern system. And Feros was not about to be here when that happened. It was maybe 200 meters back out to the ship now. But they had to move. "Fierfek." Feros said and grabbed the girl, throwing her over his massive frame, deciding not to leave it to chance at all. "Let's go." He said as he turned and started to run down the cavern, back towards the ship. Brooke turned her eyeless gaze to Corvar momentarily and opened her mouth to speak. "I ca-" was all that escaped her lips before Feros took hold of her. His timing was fortuitous, for as he ran the lower tunnel collapsed behind them. It was a straight shot to the exit now, and the Force users would feel they were not alone. The telltale signature of the Leviathan was still at their backs. But there was something different. They sensed more than one. Reaper had gotten up from the ropes and had gotten up and ran behind them all. He was wore out but he could sense the Leviathans behind him. More than one had been buried and now they were awakened apparently. He was both happy and was it excited? He couldn't tell but the adrenaline gave him a rush. He ran behind them lagging a bit but he dare not stray and he dare not let anyone fall back anymore than he was. If one did so he would have to push them forward. A little shield so to speak or a barricade to make sure everyone made it out alive. He dare not loom back either for one leviathan was more than enough for one day. Corvar was, for a moment, lost in the chaos. His mind had been focused on hearing the quiet voice of Brooke answer his question, but this focus had been irrevocably snapped in twain by Feros' sudden carrying of her. The lower tunnel collapsed not even a second after, throwing not only his mind, but his feet as well, off even further. It took everything to stay vertical, and with the distant screams of multiple Leviathans behind them, Corvar's brain was in complete disarray. And so, his body took hold, his instincts overriding his mind and making him move with the speed of a hawkbat. With the Force guiding his steps and allowing his to press further with each step, he quickly caught up to the others. The exit was in sight, and though the world around him was collapsing, he remained focused on one goal: survival. Feros wasn't running. He was sprinting. His over 2 meter frame propelling exhausted muscle with exhausted muscle. And then the screams wracked his mind. The tortured wailing of thousands of anguished souls trapped over millennia untold. "No." He thought to himself. "Not here. And not today. I have come too far on my own to die in some desolate rock pit on a forgotten backwater world that no one remembers." And he ran. He shut his brain down and just ran. The writhing Miraluka on his shoulder wasn't helping matters. She was bony and her hips were digging into the meat of his shoulder. So, naturally, he used that pain. Turned it into anger. Turned the anger into fuel. And lit that fuel with the cold fire of the Dark Side. Propelling himself forward towards the growing light of the cave exit. And freedom from this accursed dark. "The Sith were defeated once before on this planet." Feros thought pointedly as he ran. "They will not be again." The light at the end of the tunnel grew ever closer as each man broke into a run. Brooke bounced uncomfortably on Feros's shoulder and grunted in pain but she held tight. The psychic assault coming from within the caves continued to echo in everyone's mind, threatening to draw them back into the abysmal darkness. And then they were freed. Sunlight warmed their faces as the rock walls fell further behind and they were back in the familiar canyon. The freighter they had arrived in looked exactly the same as they had left it, ramp down and waiting for them to board. They were almost freed of this wretched world. The ground continued to shudder beneath their feet and the crashing of stone could be heard coming from behind them. The cavern was collapsing on itself, burying the last remnants of the Hundred Year Darkness. Reaper could see the light and as they all came out on the other side the screams appeared to stop. He could no longer hear the Leviathans. In all their terrifying and abysmal beauty he could no longer sense them nor hear them. He could feel his body beginning to crash and could feel the aches in his muscles once more. He collapsed on the ground and laid on his back. He let the vibrations of the ground beneath wash over him but he dared not sleep. It was over. They did it. They got the sword and they had gotten out. At long last. What seemed like months almost a year even was over in what seemed like a few weeks. He got back to his feet and laughed. Its all he could do. He didn't know why but he was. "We did it. Eh fellas?" He was happy to have made it out alive. He would live another day to show that ugly space slug that he was stronger. That he could now take that ugly beast and he could take the debt and shove it up his ass. He'd have his revenge. But today. He'd walk onto the ship. Return and maybeee give the sword to Kubjo. Maybe. Only time would tell. Within an instant, reality had shifted. Where less than a moment ago, Corvar found himself in what could only be described as hell, he now found himself somewhere... better. Warm sunlight hit his flesh like a blanket being tossed onto a shivering child. The sword in his hand reacted similarly to the light as he did, or so he felt in the palm of his hand. A satisfying hum came from the blade, as if it too was glad to be out of that kriffing cave. "We did it, indeed," Corvar chuckled, catching on to Reaper's contagious laughter. He hefted the sword over his shoulder, and shrugged a bit to loosen his muscles. "I think I'm going to take a nice long nap after today. Sure we've all earned one." Feros felt as though his legs would explode. His quadriceps felt like they were covered in pelko venom. Brooke bounced and bobbed on his shoulders. And then he felt the light on his face again. He ran maybe another 10 meters past the exit and collapsed, the Miraluka falling atop him. He didn't care. His lungs burned. His whole body ached. But he was alive. And he felt every shred of it. Truly alive. "Yes. We did. Somehow." Feros said, chuckling quietly. "Now let's get back on the ship and forget this rock." He thought for a second and looked over and up at Corvar. "Does that ship have anything to drink? I need one." Brooke let out a yelp of surprise as Feros collapsed beneath her and she tumbled into the dirty ground. She stood up and dusted herself off indignantly. "You could drink the ship fuel," she spat at his inquiry. She then turned and started marching towards the ship, looking up to the sky periodically. Her boots stomped up the ramp and she disappeared into the galley. Next to her footprints in the dirt was another set, unseen to her and unrecognizable to the group but notably smaller than any of the men's, and the characteristic divots of feet dragging behind and trailing away from the ship. The inside of the ship was quiet. D-3PO sat in the pilots chair in a powered down state, not activating to greet anyone enthusiastically as they stepped onboard. In the ship's hangar, Reaper's prized Hunter sat waiting for him with a shattered cockpit and smashed controls. Each of the cabins had been obviously rifled through, though nothing seemed to be missing save for Reaper's prized prisoner. In her place was a handwritten note. NICE SHIP TAG: trentongordon, darthferos, darthkain7, Corbos Tagset |
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Post by darthkain7 on Aug 8, 2019 2:47:42 GMT -5
IC: Darth Kain Canyon Floor, Corbos Watching Brooke collapse to the ground as Feros did caused Corvar to dash toward her, attempting to help her to her feet. She brushed him off, remarking that Feros could drink the ship's fuel if he was so thirsty. Corvar was taken aback by the girl's sudden fire. Surely she would have been upset that she'd just fallen to the ground, but to be so bold as to snarl at the most violent of the dark trio? What was going on? "What's wrong?" he asked, following her aboard the ship and allowing the other two to make their way there in due time. He had not even noticed the footprints. As she disappeared into the galley, silent and obviously not in a talking mood, Corvar began to make his way towards the cockpit. Something felt strange aboard the vessel, very wrong. The Force seemed to be screaming at the young man, demanding he investigate these feelings. These feelings were given merit when he made a quick stop by his quarters, which had obviously been ransacked. The bed, which was made before they left the ship, was messy and disorganized. His belongings had been strewn across the room, including his Aing-Tii scrolls and the holocron of Darth Gravid. He quickly made sure that everything was still there, thanking the Force that nothing was missing, and began to stuff his belongings back into his bag. Who had been ruffling through his things? They obviously weren't looking for valuables, or that holocron would be long gone. Was it 3PO? Or… The Twi'lek.Corvar dashed towards the room in which the girl, K'win, had been stored. Everything had remained in its original place, down to the empty syringe on the nearby table that he had used to sedate her earlier, save one thing. She was missing. "Karking son of a bantha!" Corvar exclaimed. His first thought went in the wrong direction, as he believed she had somehow awoken and got free. But he began to rationalize, remembering just how effective the sedative he used was. There was absolutely no way a girl her size could process that in less than a day, at least. Did one of her friends survive? Come on board and save her? It seemed fantastical but… his feelings told him he was, at the very least, close to the mark. His next thoughts turned to the protocol droid. Though it was a bit annoying, he hoped the ol' bucket of bolts hadn't gotten destroyed by this intruder. Rushing to the cockpit, he found the droid sitting in the pilot's chair, eyes unlit. Either D-3PO had been deactivated by the infiltrator, or it had entered a power saving mode while they were away. To test out which possibility was reality, Corvar gave a solid push to the droid's shoulder, and shouted, "3PO! Wake up! We've been robbed!"TAGS: Darth Catalyst, darthferos, trentongordonTAGSET: Corbos ___________________________________
IC: Lylia Collapsing Cavern, Unknown Moon
After letting loose the two blaster bolts, Lylia's senses were overwhelmed by the chaos. The sight of scales moving along the walls, like the cave had come alive. She could only see so well via the new blaster bolts firing within the cavern, coming from the troopers. Bodies went flying. People were screaming, dying. An explosion rang within the narrow cavern, sending shrapnel in all directions and absolutely destroying the Omwati's eardrums. And then Lylia looked into the eyes of the beast. It was insanely massive, and with bloodstained claws, the creature moved toward her, hoping to give her the same fate as the Major. And then it stopped. Lylia had no time to ponder why it had stopped, or how it was intelligent enough to do so. Her body and brain were on autopilot, working overtime to ensure that she make it out of this blasted cave alive. As the dragon cried out, the girl scrambled towards the combat knife of one of the fallen troopers, which had luckily landed very close to her. It moved toward her again, though it did not attack. Instead, it flowed over her, pinning her to the ground. A river of scales rushed over her, obviously trying to escape the ensuing cave-in caused by the chaos. Out of instinct, she thrust the blade upwards, into the rolling belly of the dragon. The speed at which it moved caused the knife to fly from her hand the moment it made contact, though a splash of the beast's blood on her face was enough of a sign that she had some effect on the creature. Not enough to be significant, however, as the dragon did not even acknowledge the pinprick. The dragon finally passed over her, allowing her to get to her feet. Another explosion, far more massive than the first, had rocked the cave even further than before. Thankfully she was still down when it happened, lest it knock her off her feet and possibly cause injury. Xxys, who had to be the person in charge here now, began to speak up. "Well...I don't think we can go back the way we came. I would suggest we move as quickly as we can and follow that creature. Anything in front of us will have to deal with it first. We have lost any advantage we might have had with numbers. Now we will have to rely on stealth."Lylia didn't have time to disagree, not that she wanted to. All she had time to do was notice that her little stab bore fruit. Well, if one considered a noticeable blood trail as fruit. "Follow its blood! Come on!" she exclaimed, before heading in that direction without checking to see if the others were on her tail. TAGS: dragonsith13, Darth Xxys, Reiis Invadator
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Post by gorzan on Aug 9, 2019 3:04:08 GMT -5
IC: Neoplix Location: raider class corvette, en route to Yavin IV Neoplix waited and watched as the ship descended. Clearly, the other sith had overslept, or were preoccupied with something. He chuckled, and glanced at his master, Lord Catalyst. “I don’t know why they aren’t down here yet master. Although, Lord Xirr probably just got distracted buffing and waxing his armor, and manicuring his nails to make sure they catch the light just right.” He listened as Catalyst sent out the communications to Apollyon, and internally, was slightly in awe. If rumors were to be held true, this was the man who bedded the emperor’s servant, no small accomplishment indeed. “Master, how far are we from the temple? I have a few tricks I’d like to try out.” On his fingers, the trio of transformation rings glittered and sparkled beneath his armor. Perhaps he could transform into the mighty pterosaur and fly high above the forests and temple, scouting ahead. Or maybe he could transform into a rancor, and tear his way through the enemy troops. However, far more likely was the possibility of turning into a tuk’ata, and hunting Jedi stealthily through the sewers. The thought of combat brought his blood to a boil, and he wished the others were here already. What was taking them so long? Tags: Darth CatalystPadawan4687dicetaciteoccultusDarth DreadwarYavin IV tagset |
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Post by darthferos on Aug 9, 2019 10:45:20 GMT -5
Feros barely heard the comment from the Miraluka. He couldn't care less of her opinion. He caught his breath and stood, walking into the cargo bay of the ship. What Feros say was bedlam. The whole ship had been ransacked. He could feel the heat rising up his body. Cold fury started to come over him, and he whirled on Reaper. "And this is exactly why we should have killed her instead of you taking her as some slave! You idiot! Now you're down a starfighter," Feros said, pointing at the shattered cockpit in the TIE variant, "Typhojem knows what else she took, someone else has been in the ship, and worst of all? She knows I'm a Sith." Feros said, framing his words. "Do you know what that means? That means she, and whoever rescued her, are going to assume you and Corvar are Sith too." Feros didn't scream or yell. He had a mind to force shove the man back into the caves, but it wouldn't do any good. "If we find her, and I mean IF, I'm killing her. Since you've proven your more carnal desires negate your ability to do so." Feros stormed to the front of the ship where Corvar was just reactiving D-3P0. That was good. He could help. Feros sat in the co-pilot's chair and started keying switches and running diagnostics on key systems. "3P0, help me run a full diagnostic on the ship systems. I want to know if that kriffing twi'lek gash trapped us here, or if we can get off this rock. And run an explosives scan as well. Gods know what surprises she left us." Darth Catalyst darthkain7 trentongordon |
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Post by Lord Vassago on Aug 10, 2019 19:15:29 GMT -5
IC: Elliot StormrunnerThe Leaning Lantery, Noko’s EyeThe mood in the cantina hadn’t shifted much, the murmur of the patrons still covered the majority of the smooth jizz that crackled. After making a few assumptions about Elliot’s situation, the Umbaran continued going on and on while taking his share of the drinks he’d ordered, talking about his conquests on Naboo and the like. Elliot did his best to nod along with the stories, feigning interest while his eyes darted from the Umbaran to the door over and over; he forced a few chuckles and a weak smile tugged at his mouth. He couldn’t keep it up much longer. The stranger’s offer was enticing – potentially repairing the Banshee’s Wail and giving Joe and himself a way off the station – but he didn’t trust when someone volunteered help in any form, least of all when it came to his ship. Someone approached the Umbaran, a short one clad in black that wore a mask and had the figure of a woman and placed her hand on his shoulder. She spoke his name: Volk. Elliot remembered the guy had said it earlier, but he’d nearly forgotten in the fog of carnal boasting; he sort of wished he could forget the details Volk had volunteered more so than the name. The masked woman spoke to Volk, but Elliot couldn’t really make out what she was saying given her mask and the fact she was lower than Volk’s shoulder. He didn’t care. He rolled his eyes away from the Umbaran and turned to J0-3Y, nudging the droid with his elbow, and tilted his head toward the door with eyes wide, mouthing “we gotta go”. Elliot put his hands on his hips and took half a step away from the bar, nodding to the bartender with a forced smile; he figured he’d leave whatever tab was left to the Umbaran and his masked friend. His half-step turned into a slow walk away, but his intent to dart away from Volk while he was distracted was halted when he saw the doors of the cantina knock open violently. The establishment fell silent at the sight of three armed Twi’lek standing in the entrance. Elliot froze in his tracks and his eyes shot open as wide as could be. He immediately recognized the trio as thugs from Cash’s gang. That is, the gang belonging to Cash Moheji, the boss that had these thugs hot on his heels after the failed run. “Shit, shit, shit, shit,” he whispered under his breath. He instinctively put his hand up to shield his face and began to slowly step backward in an attempt to blend into the crowd. “ There he is, get that bastard!” A Twi’lek hissed, pointing directly at Elliot and his droid. Still, instead of breaking into a dead run, Elliot tried to ease into the crowd…but every step he took into the crowd, the crowd parted, leaving him exposed. After a moment, he realized his attempts at blending failed and he froze. He stood up straight and brushed his hand over his brow, smiling suavely at the imposing trio. “ Cash’s boys!” He exclaimed happily, throwing his arms open, like he was about to welcome a hug. “ Joey, it’s our friends…y’know, from Cash’s gang,” he said through closed teeth, maintaining his smile. His eyes widened and jumped back and forth between the Twi’leks and the droid while tried to wordlessly imply Joey do something. J0-3Y’s head swiveled from Elliot to the three gang members at the door and tilted slightly. Without another word from Elliot, J0-3Y drew the rifle off his back crouched down, throwing a table in front of him as he did. He posted up and fired two shots at the trio, allowing Elliot a chance to duck out and roll back toward the bar. Mid-roll, Elliot drew the DE-10 from his holster and looked up to Volk and the masked woman. The pair was one step ahead and had already begun heading away from the commotion; Volk offered Elliot a choice to escape with them or try his luck with the Twi’lek. Luck. Elliot was normally always lucky. Normally. There was only three of them at the moment, and he had J0-3Y…plus the little furry creature had plans of its own, scurrying across the floor at the attackers. We can probably take them, right? He thought to himself, his back firmly against the bar. He eyed Joe then looked back toward the pair fleeing. He bit his bottom lip out of aggravation and pushed his head against the bar, bringing his blaster up to the ready while taking aim at the trio. “ Shiiiiiiiiiit,” he said through a sigh. “ Joey!” He yelled over the commotion to get the droid’s attention. Elliot pushed his fingers into one of the compartments on his belt and fished out a couple of smoke capsules with his free hand. He closed his eyes for a second and breathed deeply before jumping to his feet and throwing the capsules at trio. He squeezed the trigger on the DE-10 and loosed one shot to distract. “ Joe! Grab the squeak weasel and follow the cue ball! We’re outta here!” With that he crouched down and began to quickly follow Volk and the masked woman. He had no idea where they were going, or really who they were, and he found Volk all but the most annoying person in the system, but he knew the trio of Twi’lek was just the beginning. If he knew Cash, which he only sort of did, he knew the three blaster toting thugs were not alone, and they were just the beginning; once they put on the wire that they’d found Elliot and J0-3Y, the entire station would be crawling with thugs. Numbers served to better their survival at this rate… TAG: corinthia , volkkroker , Volshe TAGEST: Noko’s Eye |
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Post by trentongordon on Aug 11, 2019 0:22:28 GMT -5
Location: Corbos, The Freighter IC: Reaper Having gone onto the ship, his back caked with dirt from the sweat that had collected on him from their fight and trek here. He saw the mess. The ship had been ransacked and stuff messed with. Their rooms torn apart as if searching for something and his prized TIE destroyed. A note was left in his room saying in big bold letters "NICE SHIP" those words repeated inside his head getting louder and louder as his glee was quickly turned into a seething rage. His beauty was wrecked. Not even from battle which would have been acceptable, but no. From a crusader. Likely the last living member of that ship and its crew they'd destroyed. They had saved two but one had escaped and it had come to bite them in the ass. He fell to his knee's in front of his ship. And as Feros berated him he could hear nothing except for him saying that he'd kill her when they found her. Saying he couldn't control his carnal desires. Perhaps he were right. But he'd prove the man wrong. The twi'lek was his to kill and the man who had saved her would be tortured near death only to be put in a bacta tank and tortured once more in a manner of ways. He stood up from his knee's as Feros went to Corvar and the droid and he looked in their direction. He had a single tear running down his face and he picked up a piece of glass from his TIE's wreckage laying around. He walked outside slowly and seemingly with a slight wobble as if he were unsteady, from exhaustion? But was it exhaustion of body, soul, or the mind? Likely all three. This had crushed him though as the sun came upon his face and warmth spread upon his body he walked back into the dirt and fell to his knee's once more. This time he held his left hand out and gripped the glass with his right. He slid it across his left hand though he felt nothing at this time due to how numb he felt. Then he felt it, the blood cool to the touch as it rolled across his hand to the edge of his palm and fell to the ground below it. And with this he looked to the sky and said a silent prayer to Typhojem the Left Handed God. He made a promise and a decree. 'With this blood I make an oath. I shall kill the bitch who has wronged me or I shall cut off this hand. I swear by the Left Handed God Typhojem.' And as he finished the blood appeared to collect in a dark hand made out of his blood. Perhaps a hallucination. He stood and brought the glass with him as blood still dripped from his hand going to his middle finger and falling down. Tag: darthkain7, darthferos, Darth Catalyst |
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Post by Volshe on Aug 11, 2019 15:25:51 GMT -5
IC: DynamiStatue Room, Tomb of CognusDynami took one look at the scene. That was all that was needed. In its eagerness to wield the Force, it had damaged not only the statues, but the new ally it desired. There was no fleeing down the corridor, nor attempts to sneak away. Dynami shuffled back only a few steps to give itself a path out. But it remained still once its feet came to rest, head cocked to one side in curious assessment of the woman. It had learned enough about the state of its mind and body that it would not attempt to heal her. To do so would invite even worse circumstances to fall upon the Sith woman. Instead Dynami called from paces away. Hands wringing, lips pressed into a line. "Sith, are you injured gravely?" TAG: taciteoccultus, darthkain7, corinthiaTAGSET: Tomb of Cognus
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Post by cliojayne on Aug 11, 2019 20:47:54 GMT -5
IC Trin and Volacius Location- Sinister Sith Temple, Korriban “Stay wary.” Trin had to resist the urge to roll her eyes at this as she thought, ‘Oh yes… now is the point in this journey that I’ll start really paying attention to my surroundings. It’s not like we haven’t almost died multiple times already.’ Trin carefully fed this emotion into the increasing blizzard within. It was more than a little petty, but it was still fuel to be used.
Up until this point, the search throughout the ancient Sith temple had yielded nothing but ruins and debris, remnants of place abandoned to the desolation of the elements long before they had set foot within its unnerving corridors and rooms. The theatre stood in contrast this the rest of the structure. Volacius was just about speechless as he took in the lively, carefree atmosphere of the chamber. In the other room sat an abominable creature, beyond that were undead horrors so grotesque and dangerous no ordinary explorer could hope to survive; and yet, here was a crowd of seemingly oblivious onlookers, waiting excitedly to see a show as if nothing was wrong anywhere else in the temple. It wouldn’t take a genius to realize that something didn’t add up.
The small group moved through to the theater, and Trin was… shocked was both too mild and too strong of a word. With everything else that had happened, it wasn’t truly surprising, but it was also incredibly creepy. In a flash of paranoid self recrimination Trin remembered Darth Malos’ words- “Stay wary.” The odds were good that this scene was not truly real. Why would there be a full and opulently decorated theater in an otherwise abandoned ruin? The Zabrak acolyte’s pursuit of this thought was interrupted by Trill. She muddled through the foreign words slowly before understanding and then she looked at the woman in confusion.
“My kin? What? Trill… Zabrak people are spread across more than one homeworld and through the entire galaxy… I have no idea who this is?”
Wondering if she had misunderstood the question, Trin looked more intently at the man leading them to their seats. He seemed… normal? His lack of tattoos was odd, but not unheard of. So intent was Trin on examining the man leading them, that she didn’t at first notice the light pressure on her mind that was forcing her to follow and then sit down.
"I hope you all enjoy the show. Heim'vall and Desdemona are the stars of this one, so I know it'll be fantastic!" Neither the words or the tone were threatening, but Trin still felt a faint thrill of foreboding run through her body.
“What the hell--” Volacius managed before the Zabrak attendant cut him off. The Mirialan tried once again to speak in spite of the young man, but felt a surprisingly strong compulsion to keep his thoughts and complaints to himself. Next, the compulsion grew, and he suddenly found himself taking leisurely strides toward a quartet of seats with his comrades, as if they were just four more audience members waiting to see the show. He sat down beside Trinaya, the whole time vaguely conscious of the fact that it hadn’t been his choice to even make his way to the seat in the first place. Whatever was happening, it was clearly affecting his ability to control his actions.
The tensed voice of Trill caught Volacius’ attention before he could begin to think, and immediately he found himself enraged by her remark. Now was not the time for another of her belligerent threats, they could all be in imminent danger after all. The Mirialan acolyte had half a mind to retort in his rage, but before he could formulate the words, a thought occurred to him. He had tried to speak earlier, while the attendant was directing them to their place in the theatre, but had found himself entirely incapable. Even now he could feel that all was not as it should be, and yet, she had managed to say something completely of her own accord. Perhaps they hadn’t lost complete control after all.
Trill spoke once again, in a strained voice and Trin felt herself wanting to rest her face in her palm. Was now really a great time to be attempting to threaten the rest of the team? Trin had hoped that they had moved past that since beginning to work together. Then her mind caught up once again. She couldn’t respond to the woman. She couldn’t speak. Trill must be fighting the compulsion that was pressing against them. Gathering the storm once again, Trin fought to reply to Trill, to show her that she understood but she couldn’t.
As Volacius sat down next to her, Trin felt the deep fire of his own rage, a complementary heat to the chill of her own emotions. It was odd that she could feel his anger, but not what Trill or Darth Malos felt. Still looking at Trill, trying to communicate her understanding and solidarity in resisting the force pressing against them, Trin realized suddenly that her hand had reached out and grabbed Volacius’. Well… it wasn’t much but it was a small piece of going against what their foe wanted. She continued to gather her anger, and nodded slowly to Trill. This stupid piece of karf temple would not defeat the group.
The touch of Trinaya’s hand caught Volacius off-guard, but he quickly realized that the Zabrak was also engaged in battling whatever invisible force that had immobilized them, and so he made no attempt to draw his hand away from hers. Closing his eyes, the Mirialan acolyte began to concentrate, casting out thoughts and emotions en masse. Confusion, fear, anything that was not the raging fire of rage that burned within him. The anger grew, and Volacius drew upon it, searching for whatever it was that was inhibiting him as he continued to brush aside feelings and ideas that were irrelevant to his task. The Mirialan had an uncanny feeling that whatever was going to happen when the “show” started was something he wouldn’t want to be around for.
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Post by taciteoccultus on Aug 12, 2019 2:09:33 GMT -5
IC: Jekyll/ Hyde Location: Tomb of Cognus Hyde was overjoyed. Two victorious battles in one day. In her mind there was no better feeling than victory. In her joy gave an opening for Jekyll to gain slight control of his body again. He approaches the woman that looked like a corpse and kneels. " Are you ok? Do you need healing? Do you know who you are, or even where you are?" Jekyll questions with a calm and gentle voice. Hyde scoffs silently within their shared mind but does nothing to stop him. The Dathomirian gave his instructions. He leads the mission, I must let orders be carried out.TAG: darthkain7,Volshe,corinthia
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Post by taciteoccultus on Aug 12, 2019 2:29:54 GMT -5
IC: Samael Location: Raider Class Corvette, En Route to Yavin IV Someone new was joining them. Samael began to get excited, and unfortunately it began to show as fire appeared at the the tips of his horns, no harm being done to him. Maybe they'll like to meet her. Maybe they'll be her friend two. Samael wanted nothing more than someone to accept his friend like he did. The fire dissipated again as he calmed himself, not realizing it had started in the first place. He began to wonder where his new Master was and if he should go make sure if he was ok, but also knew not to do so without permission from the other Lord. TAG: Darth Catalyst, gorzan@padawan4687, dice,@darthdreadwar |
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Post by Reiis Invadator on Aug 12, 2019 14:05:42 GMT -5
IC: Kai Erlae I believe I can fly...Kai shot out like a living canon, sailing forward at an incredible speed towards the opposite side of the cavern, his broken horn impacting first and splitting down its length. His howl of pain was lost in nausea and dizziness and lost even further in the explosions that wracked their environment. He was nearly knocked unconscious from the pain, and lay motionless on the ground as the chaos ensued. Yet as deafening as the pain was, it had the effect of sending a jolt into Kai's brain as it pulsed, keeping him awake though extremely battered. Out of adrenaline alone, he finally rose, horn split to the base and bleeding in a steady stream down the side of his face. He desperately didn't want to follow where the animal-to-blame was going, but then again -- did they have a choice? Did he have a choice? No. He was the lowest-ranking member of the trio there, and expendable he would be. The thought sickened his stomach, but he said nothing as he fought through the pain to follow the girl (likely the source of their troubles, as they wouldn't be there if it wasn't for her, at least according to Kai's bitter reasoning) and the Xxys fellow who had become their assumed leader. His blaster, miraculously, had not been damaged, but it lay where he had been before his impromptu launch, and he thus made haste to pick it up, following closely and cautiously with his other two shipwrecked companions. TAGs: Darth Xxys, darthkain7, dragonsith13 |
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Post by darthkain7 on Aug 12, 2019 23:24:39 GMT -5
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IC: Darth Malos Sinister Sith Temple, Korriban The three were united in their goal. They could feel that something had taken hold of their bodies, and their minds. But their souls were still their own. They refused to be cattle for slaughter, led to the gates of hell, they resisted. Their fury, their passion, would not be tamed. They were Sith, they were followers of the Dark Side! But that which had control of them was a master of the Dark Side. Their souls struggled against the chains set upon them, but their bodies had not heard their pleas. They watched as the lights dimmed and the curtains pulled away, revealing two beings dressed in clothing that could only have been popular a millennia before. One was a human man, no older than thirty. He had dark hair and bright eyes, the former trimmed neatly and tucked beneath a feathered cap. He wore a bright red and violet suit, the color scheme matching perfectly with the cap upon his head. He was smiling. "My dearest Natalonia," he spoke, his voice elevated yet soothing, like a stream of water flowing over smooth stones. "Wherefore art thou leaving thy house in tatters?"He was speaking to a fair-skinned Twi'lek woman, dressed in equally audacious attire. However, hers was a bright green, creating a rather odd contrast to her blue skin. Her lekku had been let loose, hanging below her shoulders. Quite the beautiful woman. Natalonia replied, placing the back of her hand upon her forehead dramatically, "Oh, Sven. Thy family abhors our love! I cannot bear it!" "Curse them! Curse all they stand for!" Sven shouted, enraged. "My love, thou must not speak of thy family in such a manner!""And why not? Why must blood stand before love?"
"It is tradition."
"I spit on tradition; I love you!"Natalonia began to sob. "Oh, Sven. Whatever shall we do?"Malos turned towards the others as they watched the show, each in varied states of resistance against their invisible binds. He chuckled, and spoke in a whisper, "Romance not your thing?" to Trill. "It definitely is for them," he nodded towards Trinaya and Volacius, chuckling once more before resuming his view of the show. "Then it is settled," said Natalonia, solemn but far less tearful than earlier. "Yes, it is," replied Sven. He drew a sword from the scabbard on his hip, the blade quite obviously made of plastic. "With this blade, and thine…"She withdrew a dagger, though it was not apparent from where; Malos shuddered at the possibilities. "We shall murder thy family," whispered the Twi'lek, though loud enough for the audience to hear. Sven and Natalonia turned towards the four reluctant darksiders, raising their blades. "There they are now. Let us strike, my dear!" Sven shouted. With that, the spell had fallen. The four would find their bodies under their control once more, and they would notice what had been obscured to them moments before. The seats were indeed filled with Sith acolytes of the past: their skeletons, each unmoving, as if they had been melted down to the bone in the middle of a show thousands of years before. Dust rested on everything in the theater, and the curtains on the stage had been torn to shreds. However, one thing remained eerily similar to their vision. A pair were standing on the stage, dressed in bright, tattered, and faded attire. The corpse of an undead man, and an equally undead Twi'lek woman. Only their weapons were made of cortosis, not plastic. The corpses leaped at the quartet, the corpse of Heim'vall attempting to plunge his sword into the chest of Trill while the dead Desdemona tossed her dagger towards the belly of Volacius. Malos dove out of his seat, unable to see the fates of his fellows as he attempted to gain some ground. TAGS: cliojayne, volacius, @lordjania TAGSET: Sinister Sith ___________________________________ IC: Zul'tar The Tomb of Darth Cognus, Korriban Jekyll, concerned for the strange being before him, offered to help it in any way he could. But Dynami seemed only intent on knowing if her companion, the Devaronian, was alright. It did not seem very likely. As Zul'tar approached her, offering his own help, he noticed that she had not simply been hurt. She was entirely unconscious, though a quick pressing with the Force indicated that she was still alive. Perhaps that lightning had struck a little harder than anyone had realized. Shrugging, Zul'tar turned towards the crazed one. "I am Zul'tar," he said, introducing himself. "Your friend here will be alright, I think. She just needs to sleep it off. How did you two get in here? Did you follow us?"
Meanwhile, Jekyll and Hyde would find their attention lying elsewhere. While Zul'tar conversed with Dynami, a strong presence in the dark side would be felt coming from the southern passage, lying in wait behind a closed stone door. Could it be the other key for the main door, a holocron? Or was it something far more sinister? Strangely, it seemed that only Hyde had been able to sense it, and in turn, her cellmate within their shared body knew as well. TAGS: Volshe, taciteoccultus, corinthiaTAGSET: Tomb of Cognus |
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