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Post by Darth Solus on Sept 19, 2019 9:57:28 GMT -5
IC: Darth Solus, The Consulate of Carrion
Location: The Citadel, Dromund KaasAs the motor groaned and the screens lit up Solus could only think lightly to what his plan of action would be. In his haste to utilize his resources he had overlooked the fact that his apprentice wasn’t as used to electronics as Solus. A minor mistake overall. Simple oversight but one that Solus had to reconsider in order to redirect his apprentice to use his skills. “Deleritas. Quick change of direction. I want you to search the area around that artifact. Look for traps, pressure plates, anything that would spell disaster if we were to look to acquire it.”The Consulate continued to power the machine the best he could. Lightning still carefully dancing across the electronics. Providing the life supporting power to the machines that held such key secrets. The real question is where to start. We need to remove the hard drive and extract information. However, we don’t want to corrupt the files or corrupt the system. We don’t have a droid with us here to do the task the simple way. Solus slowly walked to the touch screen with the T3 droid spinning on it. Perhaps we could simply tell it to eject the data with the hard drive? For now all Solus could do was wait and then make sure the information was actually available.
As he waited for the computer to load, Solus looked to the Dodecahedron. I believe it’s an old Sith Holocron. I wonder what secrets it holds. Perhaps the designs of the Citadel? Nostrem could have probably told us more. I am actually surprised he didn’t mention it in his gloating. Solus’ chest shook lightly as he chuckled to himself. It never ceased to surprise him how egotistic and full of themselves Sith were. Even those who have earned no right to call themselves Sith. In this matter Solus always worked hard not to be like the rest. He worked to remain humble, yet confident. He knew his strengths, and his weaknesses. He knew his usefulness, and his shortcomings. However, he also knew who he was. A Sith. Born and raised, whether he truly desired to be or not, he was. He abusive master left little choice on the matter. To this end he also knew he still had a lot to learn. About being Sith, about being powerful, about himself. We never stop learning, we never stop growing. Solus inhaled deeply as the screen continued to load. In all I do I hope that I can pass my knowledge onto Deleritas. I hope he learns from my mistakes, and from his own. I hope he sees the failings of many of the Sith around us and becomes his own. Not another blood thirsty, power crazed, emo edge lord. No. A true Sith. One who knows their place and knows their value, yet not so narcissistic as to believe others aren’t more capable in some respects. Respect is a key lesson. Solus’ attention redirected back to the screen as more activity began to play out. Now to find our data. Then we will worry about extracting it.
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Post by taciteoccultus on Sept 19, 2019 12:28:29 GMT -5
IC: Jekyll/Hyde
Location: Tomb of Cognus
As they smacked into the wall, Jekyll recovered abit faster than Zul'tar, largely due to him being younger in age. However he was still dazed from the hit, trying to piece what happened together. Hyde had tried to mutilate the poor creature instead of give it a swift end. She wanted to torture it. This made him angry. He tried to suppress the anger like he always did but he couldn't bottle it anymore. He exploded with rage removing Hyde's ability to control his body at all. She was trapped only able to watch from his eyes. His lightsaber reactivated the corrupted orange glow was gone it was a pure green beam of light once more. Jekyll took a defensive stance and was ready to make sure no one else would get hurt.
Hyde was angry trying to lash out and regain control. What are you doing? I'm obviously the better combatant. Give me control.
Jekyll responded with disgust. Shut up you karking bitch. I won't let anyone else suffer if I can. Enemy and ally alike.
He looked up and analyzed what was going on. His vision was still slightly blurry from hitting the wall but getting better. There was a bright light. The old woman seemed to have a few tricks up her sleeve after all. He was glad she wasn't hurt. The beast seemed stuck where he was but wasn't suffering from the burning heat either. Jekyll was going to wait for an opportune moment to present itself to end this fight, or defend his allies if he could.
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Post by Deleritas on Sept 19, 2019 17:57:18 GMT -5
IC: Darth Deleritas
Part XX
Location: The Citadel Computer Mainframe, The Citadel, Kaas City, Dromund Kaas
A smile broke across my face as the muggy air of the swamp flowed into the room. The stale, musty air that had been stagnant for millennia was finally replaced by the damp, warm breeze of the marshes that covered the planet. I took a deep breath and savored the taste. For so long I had taken for granted what fresh air felt like and then spending hours inside this creation and it brings everything into perspective. The abrupt, soft, blue glow of computer screens caught me by surprise. Much to my surprise, the decision to use lightning upon the computer systems worked. It really was a shame that I was remarkably unfamiliar with technology and that I wouldn’t be of more use in extracting the information that ourselves and our Emperor so strongly desired. But it didn’t matter. My role was clearly to support my master in whatever way that I was able. “Deleritas. Quick change of direction. I want you to search the area around that artifact. Look for traps, pressure plates, anything that would spell disaster if we were to look to acquire it.”
Knowing a response was unnecessary, I heeded Lord Solus’ order and moved over to the object that was hovering in the air. Now glowing in a soft red as Solus’ lightning powered the room. I moved quickly yet, smoothly. Each step calculated and precise, given everything that we had experienced that led up to this point, I certainly would not underestimate Lord Nostrem to have this room equipped with traps as well. So, with every step I took, my eyes swept the floor and the computer banks; the walls and the ceiling. Anywhere that could possibly hide a trap I looked. Slowly creeping my way to the dodecahedron that possibly housed many useful secrets. Darth Solus , Darth Catalyst
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Post by volacius on Sept 19, 2019 20:40:09 GMT -5
IC Trin and Volacius Location- Sinister Sith Temple, Korriban Volacius had a new confidence as they proceeded back to the stairwell. Whatever purpose this dagger served, it was clearly both important and useful, otherwise its creator would not have written as such in his logs. Having it in his possession was a small but noticeable boost to his self-assurance. This feeling dissipated as they progressed down the steps, replaced by the grim, foreboding atmosphere they had been exploring through earlier. As much as it was unpleasant, it was also somewhat mundane due to his previous experience navigating through it, and he knew he would be able to keep it at bay so long as it remained at a constant level.
The journey to the basement gave him the uncanny feeling of being watched, even more so than he’d felt before. It was as though the temple itself was watching him, one enormous security camera with a lens that would leave nothing hidden, not even what lay within. The Mirialan started hearing indecipherable murmurs, sounds that soon coalesced into a single, disturbingly familiar voice. ...You are a failure, it taunted him, your very existence lends itself to being trodden upon. You suffer and you survive, but you accomplish nothing. Volacius did his best to tune out the voice, which more and more struck him as being his own, but it persisted as if his efforts were fruitless. Your friends perish around you, you cannot save them, you never have. Even now your fellows approach their demise, and though you may survive, you will still fail. You bring nothing but death and destruction upon the people around you wherever you go, so why continue? Surely those around you would be better off with you gone. Put an end to their suffering, and to yours.
Trin was thoughtful as they walked towards the door of the library. So Volacius had a knife that might help against someone with something… and Trill had a vial of what might be something… and she had a book of Alchemy secrets, but they still had no Kento.
The Zabrak still felt fairly hopeful that he would be in the basement, though. Well… hopeful until she stepped through the open doorway. It was as if a switch had flipped.
Trin felt as if she should be doing something, anything- but she couldn’t. The weight of the air was too much. It was as if she had the temple, no the whole planet, resting on her chest. She knew they had to get Kento but…
“You’ll never make it you know.” Trin looked around, what the kriff was that? It was her own voice but… it wasn’t her. It repeated once again and Trin was transported to a different time in her mind. She could still see the steps she was walking down the hallways, the entire temple- but she was trapped in a flashback with her body moving on autopilot.
~10 years previous on Iridonia~
A 7 year old Trin watched her older sister, Juntas, start climbing a try. They were both so young, and should have been carefree, but… Trin was always a little bit cynical. She called up to Juntas. “You’ll never make it you know. You’ll fall down and get hurt and then you’ll cry and we’ll have to tell father and then we’ll get in trouble for being out here” her child's voice was clinical and matter of fact in it’s tone, as if discussing the weather, not a potential injury and then grounding. Juntas frowned stubbornly and continued on. Trin could see their freedom so far about to end as they would have to tell their father how they had gotten outside of the walls. Running up she grabbed her sisters foot before she could go higher. “Stop it Juntas! We’re going to get in trouble. You always think you can do these things but you can’t and then we both get in trouble because of you.” Juntas tried to kick her off and only managed to kick her sisters cheek hard. “Let go, you little brat, you’re the one who always gets us in trouble not me!” Still not letting go, a now angry 7 year old pulled her older sister down as hard as she could. Juntas fell hard on the ground and landed on her arm, but Trin didn’t care. “You can’t do this stuff! Stop thinking you can! You’re just a dumb jerk who never listens!” Leaving her sister crying, Trin had run off to hide from her.
~back in the present~
Trin and her sister had laughed about that incident a year later, and had continued laughing about it for a few more years before Juntas had been kidnapped and murdered, but Trin had tears rolling down her face as she relived it.
You’ll never make it you know. You can’t do this stuff. Stop thinking you can.
The words echoed in Trin’s head, repeated in her younger self’s voice- but now to herself instead of her sister. As they reached the bottom of the lower set of stairs, though, she took a deep breath. The odds were good they would die down here, but it was too late to change that now. This voice, this thought, it was nothing but another apparition, just like the vision she had seen before. Pushing it away with her mind, Trin wiped her face discreetly before continuing on. Volacius was on the verge of screaming when the voice stopped. Looking around, he could see that they had reached the basement. Though the feelings of hopelessness persisted with the force of a superlaser, the voice itself had deformed back into whispers, a reality that gave the Mirialan Acolyte a small sense of relief. Trying to keep his mind occupied, Volacius took a closer look at his surroundings, setting his eyes on the pair of corpses down the hall. His gut reaction was to draw his Lightsaber, but he quickly realized that they were subdued, held captive by iron bars and rendered harmless so long as one kept their distance. Nevertheless, Volacius opted to keep the hilt in his hand, ready to activate on a moment’s notice.
Trin gave a short glance to the zombies, but after seeing that the cells they were in seemed secure, passed by. Honestly locked up zombies was one of the less crazy things they had seen so far. Perhaps they could find more information on them somewhere. The large room that they passed by was dark, and Trin wasn’t sure she trusted it entirely, but perhaps they could take a longer look on their way out of this place.
As they continued on and saw first one cell and then another empty, Trin was fairly sure that they wouldn’t find anything in the third one. She was truly surprised when she finally looked into it and saw none other than their quarry himself. The surprise of it was tempered by a small thought. They weren’t meant to succeed here. They *couldn’t* succeed here. Proceeding further, Volacius followed Malos down the hall, and the sight that greeted him elicited both feelings of relief and of skepticism. On the one hand, Volacius would love to believe that after all this time and energy, they would now be treated to a simple journey out of the temple, their charge safe and sound, if not physically and psychologically wounded. However, Volacius had seen an apparition of the young man before, and though Malos’ reaction made it clear that this time it was more than just Volacius who saw the lad, he wasn’t ready to trust that what they were seeing was real.
“Wait!” he cautioned. “This could easily be a trap of some kind, another illusion! We should still proceed carefully.”
Trin nodded in agreement with Volacius. As heartrending as the “Help me.” had been… the odds were against them. The odds were, however, in favor of this either not being Kento at all, or being another apparition, or perhaps maybe even being controlled by someone else. While Trin was fairly sure they were all going to die in a deep despairing surety, she didn’t exactly want to rush headlong into it. Turning her head to see what Trill thought, Trin saw the woman eyeing Kento in… surprise? Recognition? Some other emotions? The acolyte couldn’t tell what.
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Post by Darth Catalyst on Sept 19, 2019 22:28:40 GMT -5
IC Darth Catalyst Forest, Yavin IV"Do you think the Federation might have noticed?” Kriff Catalyst, for all of his tactical knowledge, had failed to take into account that a massive ship settling into a forest might just call attention to them. Thankfully, he was dressed the part to waltz right into the temple regardless of who found them. The others, he was less sure about. “Well,” he feigned preparedness, “the original plan was a split infiltration. Myself and Shaire being the most familiar with Jedi tradition and hopefully yourself if you deem fit were to enter the main entrance of the Temple, utilizing a moderate refuge in audacity that a trio of Sith would never just walk into the main doors. Meanwhile, a strike team consisting of Xirr, Samael, Neoplix, and his baggage are lead a squad of shock troops, find a subterranean entrance and quietly make their way through the catacombs. I frankly have no idea where to begin searching so covering more ground seemed like the logical solution.” He quickly looked back at the rest of the party, quietly judging their lack of input. “I figured the Raider could hang in high orbit above the planet, hopefully avoiding suspicion unless we need a distraction. I can hail it once we find what we’re looking for to bring us back home. Would you care to add any input of your own, my Lady?” TAG: Darth Dreadwar, dice, gorzan, taciteoccultus, Padawan4687
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Post by darthferos on Sept 20, 2019 20:08:58 GMT -5
IC: Darth Feros YV-666 Corbos The droid defended itself, but Feros highly doubted it was telling him everything. Corvar even believed it, but Feros, though he trusted Corvar the most in the group, still didn't fully trust him. He wasn't one of them. Yet. Corvar took Brooke and disappeared down the corridor, and Feros was left with the droid. He just cut his eyes and sneered for a second before turning and leaving. He headed to his cabin. Maladi needed to know what was going on. She needed to know they had been followed. And that some overgrown worm was sending a force towards them. Kubjo the Hutt. Ridiculous name. As Feros walked, he wondered what Maladi would want done with the Jedi sword. If it could be considered that anymore. It may as well be a Sith artifact now. It had felled a Leviathan. Possibly the last living Leviathan, though somehow Feros doubted it. He reached his cabin and sat down, activating his holocom. "My Lady, we have recovered a Jedi sword on Corbos. We killed a Leviathan to get it. The ship was damaged, the twi'lek is gone, but otherwise we are whole. The Hutt that sent the two here, Kubjo, is sending a reaction team. And our next planned move is Nar Shadda again. I want to bring these two back to the Empire. And provide you with the Miraluka girl. But it may take some time." He only hoped the scarlet skinned Devaronian Sith Lady was feeling giving today. Darth Catalyst @corvar @reaper __________________________________________ IC: Taron Ka'Kol Sith Camp Yavin IV Taron watched as Gis fell dead in front of him. He had known her from the Praxium. She was promising. He thought she might live, but then he felt her fade out in the Force and closed his eyes for a second. And then the older of the two Sith started taunting him. He was a vile looking Iktochi, like the fabled Master Saesee Tiin. But the Dark Side had ravaged his features. Taron was repulsed by his appearance. He looked sunken and drawn. And then he heard the word Korriban. The ancient Sith homeworld. If his brother really was taken by a force user other than a Jedi, maybe the Sith would know. Maybe they still looked enough alike that someone would recognize him if he just went. Well, went and managed not to die. Without warning the tent started shaking and nearly blew over. A ship! A rescue? Already? Had one if the masters felt the disturbance? Surely they'd felt Gis die. And they'd be coming for Justice. After all, the Order was far different than it had been in the Era of the Old Republic. But he wanted them to go. He had to get to Korriban now. Toran. He had to find him. Darth Dreadwar Volcryn |
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Post by dragonsith13 on Sept 21, 2019 11:20:19 GMT -5
GM update
Abandon Moon ~ Mountain RidgeThey had spent nearly a full days trek since emerging from the cave. Previous notions of returning to the ship, that they had crashed on, mentioned and forgotten as the desire to press on and get off this world was grounded by both Xxys and Lylia. Reminding and reinforcing the notion that they had set out for the outpost and it still remained their best chance at getting off this moon. The moon continued to speak back to them with its tranquil silence and rustling wind flowing through the tall pine trees that swayed ever so slightly above them. The winding path taking them in the direction and up a mountain ridge which provided an expansive view. They would be able to make out signs of the actually outpost, another days trek off in the distance. The sun was going down and their need to find shelter or make camp as best they could soon was paramount. There were signs of some rock formations and possible dwellings further down the mountain ridge. taciteoccultus , Darth Xxys , darthkain7 , Reiis Invadator
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Post by dragonsith13 on Sept 22, 2019 11:06:59 GMT -5
Vlloth
Departing the Triumphant ~Gunninga Gap ~ Unknown RegionsVlloth, with her sidearm attached to her hip and a vibroblade tucked into a sheet on the naval flight suit she wore, watched with steeled eyes as the Crimson clad Imperial Knights escorted the rabble looking trio of prisoners into the hanger and onto the shuttle. The three individual’s appearance only being describable as “primitive” - as if they had been plucked directly from a tribal council on some distant world. Their garb and the air of their existence completely out of place in contrast to the cold dura-steel bulkheads of the massive ship which housed them now. Vlloth’s red eyes narrowed as she kept them in her peripherals, her eyes following them till her attention came back to Captain Gederp finishing up with the Lady Shira A’dola before they both moved up into the shuttle. Vlloth holding her stern naval posture with precision until receiving a gesture from Captain Gederp for her to move on. Vlloth breaking off as she followed the procession of prisoners and guarding Knights, quickly moving passed them and finding her way into the cockpit. Settling into the co-pilot seat and beginning pre-flight operation, ensuring the ship was spun up and ready for immediate departures in anticipation of the Captain taking the controls and leading them out once he was ready. They were quickly out of the hangar and into the blackness of space. The clock in Vlloth’s head was still counting, hours passed, they were far passed the internal clock that she had timed down to the second in anticipation of those foreign pyramidal ships emerging from space and pounding them as they had done repeatedly again and again. Despite the lack of their appearance she was running scenarios for contingency after contingency as she smoothly manned the controls of the shuttle in her capacity of co-pilot in support of the Captain. Vlloth reached up adjusting one of the port stabilizers which was giving a reading of only being slightly off, something that was minimal in the range of standard operation, though she demanded absolute perfection and the slight variance in her mind warranted immediate correction. With the Triumphant far behind them, they were beginning to descend upon their targeted destination. Vlloth was busy, her hands moving about the controls adjusting even the most minor variance in the shuttles performance and flight, ensuring the shuttle was performing at its most optimum for the Captain as he maintained control. Her eyes scanning the terrain of the dark-world which was coming into view, the flashes of lightning cascading in the distance as Vlloth’s red eyes stayed focus on the flight path. Her eyes darted to the display panel, as the majority of the ships indicator went dead, the engines cutting off nearly instantly without warning as alarms began blaring in the cockpit. The remaining display and cockpit control boards that were still powered by emergency auxiliaries, lighting up in a cascading dance of fireworks as systems failed. The shuttle instantly becoming a falling rock. Vlloth was moving through a dozen emergency checks, mentally going down a list with furious precision and toggling corresponding controls per the emergency situation. A cold look of absolute calm and focus on her and on her face, oddly in complete contrast to the Captain, a fellow Chiss who’s normally calm and inherent species demeanor was broken like a glass pane from a pebble. His shrill exclamation of them having lost power and subsequent summary potential cause, catching up to what Vlloth was already well aware of and calmly moving about in her instinctive training to counter and remedy as the Captain exclaimed that they were “going down”. Though she would never show it in the presence of others a distinct feeling of disdain for the Captain washed over her as she wondered about his mental state due to his lack of focus and regimented precision she would have expected from a Chiss officer and more importantly a superior. She kept it buried pushing it out of her mind as she raised up in her seat reaching back behind her slightly to toggle an auxiliary switch to try and prime the engines for a re-ignite. Just as she was a moment from toggling the ship she was thrust from the co-pilot’s chair, missing the switch, but catching herself with her other hand and bracing against the side of the cock-pit. The Lady A’dola having slide into the cock-pit seat, stirring a bit of annoyance from Vlloth as she had been firmly seated only moments earlier. Vlloth grasping the back of the chair to brace herself as another turbulent vibration shook the shuttle. Whatever they had passed through had left them completely dead as Vlloth could tell even Manual flight control was fighting back with the Captain, though she wondered if that was more impart to his fragile mental state and suffering piloting skills which seemed to be deteriorating by the moment. She was not about to contend her seat with a Knight, and quickly strapped into one of the secondary seats behind the two in the forward seats, Vlloth was again busy scanning the flight controls but her efforts were to no avail as all that was left to do was simply brace for the impending hard landing. Shira,Darth Dreadwar, Sedriss Nathemus the Conqueror, Darth Voidwalker, dwomutsiqsa, aureliaillium
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Post by darthkain7 on Sept 22, 2019 11:57:47 GMT -5
GM Update IC: Darth Malos/Damian Kento Sinister Sith Temple, Korriban Damian watched the group warily. The strange woman from history appeared… sentimental? He would have been able to accurately gauge her feelings had this cloud of darkness not rested on his mind for days on end. But the way she looked at him made him feel odd, as if she happened to be staring at him while memories flooded her mind. The Sith were much more cautious, and outspoken. “Wait!” the Mirialan warned. “This could easily be a trap of some kind, another illusion! We should still proceed carefully.” The Zabrak nodded, though Damian could tell that her heart was aching. This cursed temple had taken its toll on her, on them, as it had Damian. They had that in common, at the very least. "I can't prove it," Damian spoke slowly, attempting to regain full usage of his cracking voice, "but I am real."Malos simply chuckled, "Well, if you are, then what the hell happened to you? Looking a little banged up, there.""I was attacked," Kento replied, his vocal cords steadily growing stronger. "Other students. I fought them off, but zombies attacked all of us. I was taken, the others… weren't.""Why weren't you killed along with them? Seems sketchy to me.""There is an ancient Sith Lord in control of this temple. He planned on transferring his essence into my body, but he wanted to let me starve first, to break my will." The boy paused, catching his breath and standing from his bench, weakly. "If we can get out of here, we can alert the Emperor. He's got to be the only one who stands a chance against this… monster."Malos gulped lightly. It may have just been unearned hype born out of fear, but if they were truly in the presence of an ancient Sith Lord that would warrant the attention of the Emperor himself… They had to get the kark out of here. "Alright, kid," Malos spoke. "Stand back."Drawing his lightsaber and igniting it, Malos aimed the blade of orange plasma at the iron lock on the door. The blade pressed against the metal, sparking violently. And yet, the iron did not yield. Seconds went by, nearly half a minute before Malos realized the futility, and disengaged from the lock. "The lock is alchemized," Kento spoke. "We read about that in the temple. It can't be opened without the key."TAGS: cliojayne, @lordjania, volacius
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Post by Volshe on Sept 22, 2019 13:52:13 GMT -5
IC: DynamiThe Lair of the Blood-EaterDynami perhaps could not summon the Force reliably from its fingertips, but it could certainly utilize the ebb and flow that nourished its muscles. The grey-skinned Sith leaped to the side, clutching for a hold in the wall. The torrent of fire ceased. But only briefly - its footwork launched it to another side of the beast. It would have to decide between the other Sith and Dynami, for Dynami was a good distance separated from the others. It could end badly, it could result in being pinned or trapped by the beast...or it could confuse it enough it made a wrong decision. And if Dynami’s flames worked such magic where a lightsaber failed, Dynami could certainly find a way to slay the beast with the Force… TAG: darthkain7 , @david TAGSET: Tomb of Cognus IC: Darth ViscretusOperations Centre, Palace of DantooineLady Viscretus glanced over her shoulders. “To monitor them, of course,” she replied, pulling the dress’ silken shawl about her. “You think I’d allow them to access my vaults without my watchful eye and guidance?” She stepped into a doorway, a massive room unfolding before them. Steps led down a level, another set directly across leading to offices with etched glass for walls. There was not a soul within - barring five or six protocol droids of various Imperial models, and astromechs that whirred about. Two Knights followed behind them both, their booted footsteps suddenly accompanying her clicking heels. Their eyes were not thoroughly glazed, but rather, awash with confusion. “Your majesty…” One of them piped up, rather suddenly, as he stepped in behind them. But he glanced at Erastus, shoving him rather brusquely to the side. “You are not safe here. The Fed-.” Her hand waved as she descended the steps. His mouth shut rather quickly, as though he had forgotten that there was any threat. “Nothing concerns me of our current situation. You are simply to ensure there are no rogue agents who pursue us.” She had neither the fortitude nor desire to continue her forcible persuasions and command of lesser minds. Swaying the service of the Knights was far simpler as a task. And there was another task she required her mind for. One of clever persuasion and machination... She sat at the head of a table below, screens flickering to life, an astromech speeding over. “Give us access to the vault records, specifically that pertaining to Chiss involvement with the Sith religion; containing Mitth, “thresph”, Mitth’res’pheie”; and prophetic texts or translations relating to the Chiss or Ragnarøkkr. Extragalactic and intergalactic.” She motioned to the chair beside her, summoning Erastus to sit. But while she spoke, her secondary plan was already in motion...her mind reaching out to another Chiss nearby. TAG: Darth DreadwarIC: Dr. Gormen Nadak and that Chiss Acolyte GuyThe Southwestern Palatial Grounds“Ah you’ve arrived!” Dr. Nadak, a squat Ithorian, babbled to them in...well...Ithorian. Hopefully they all understood. He had misplaced his translator. Again. In fact, he’d misplaced most of his possessions. Where were they? Why wasn’t he in his office this hour? He had that research project to present on Anaxes in only three standard weeks... He sighed, the sound resonating eerily through his head. He could attempt basic, but he could not form all the sounds. There was a chance he’d sound utterly ridiculous. Oh well, he thought, popping an algae tablet into his mouth. Not much choice. “I tae you to lower....leeevel” He offered to the acolytes before him. “Find arti-...artifa—“ He shook his head, greyish tendrils flopping. “Artifahs.” He punched in a code and tapped his access cylinder, the door opening to what appeared to be a storeroom. His feet thumped against the durasteel plating of the eave, the warehouse permacrete beyond that. It was dank. Dusty. Dimly lit. He blinked. He stopped in a set spot, tapping his cylinder again against the floor and pulling up an innocuous metal panel. A switch within opened a door on the far wall. “Tyoo more,” he warbled, lumbering towards the door. He meant of course there were two more individual security features to access it, and that he was expecting them to follow. It seemed it was their choice to follow, or not...but the Chiss acolyte was already on his heels. TAG: darthvoxyn , @lordjania , @voidwalker TAGSET: Dantooine
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Post by darthkain7 on Sept 22, 2019 16:14:28 GMT -5
GM Update IC: The Mutated Blood-Eater The Tomb of Darth Cognus, Korriban The creature known as Dynami moved the swiftness of death, leaping out of the way of the Blood-Eater's massive, sharpened arm. The arm planted itself into the ground, cracking stone and eliciting a painful screech from the mutated fiend. Its prey had moved, and now it had to choose to attack one or the other rather than mutilate them both. Enraged, the monster removed its arm from the stone floor and spun towards the still-fallen older man, who had only just begun to recover from the strike he suffered nearly a minute before. This prey seemed the weakest, the quickest to kill. The Blood-Eater charged, ready to impale the Dathomirian into the wall if no one were to intervene. TAGS: taciteoccultus, VolsheTAGSET: Tomb of Cognus ___________________________________ IC: Lylia The Unending Forest, Unknown Moon The following hour that passed had been rather uneventful, though that had not relieved the anxiety that Lylia was drowning in. The wind howled like some vile creature, warning her that it was coming to end her life. The leaves rustled in response, their movement sounding like the hushed giggles of an audience ready to watch her demise. In the distance, the roars of the gargantuan beast threatened her, only reinforcing the belief that everything on this moon wanted to kill her. But she pressed on. She had no other choice. What options were there? Succumbing to her fear, just lying down and waiting for something to eviscerate her? No, that was no option. That was cowardice. If she was going to die, it'd be with a blaster in her hand. At the end of that humdrum hour, however, her mind no longer dwelled on this moon or the predators that live here. It instead focused on her surroundings. There were remnants of a settlement here, perhaps ancient or recent; Lylia was no expert on such things. Sure, she'd spent a fair amount of time in old places, meeting clients or looking for some cursed treasure. But they never interested as much as they would, say, an archaeologist. There were four buildings in this place. Perhaps there were more once upon a time, but that was irrelevant. Each of these buildings were fairly small, and none of them were in particularly good repair. Ancient stone huts, crumbling and covered in vines and moss, as if nature itself was reclaiming the area and slowly erasing the existence of anything man-made. Lylia realized the implications of some sentient species once living here, but it mattered not in the moment. This was shelter, and night was nearly upon them. "We can stay here for the night, and get some rest," she said to her reluctant companions. "Probably will have to take shifts so we don't get gobbled up by a dragon, but hey, it's better than nothing."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2019 13:58:14 GMT -5
Trill
Sinister Sith Temple; Korriban
The memories of Xesh, they were something she didn’t need at the moment. The days aboard the Ravager, being hooked to the battery generator they all desperately filled with this power and energy hoping one day they would be free. The times aboard the Devastator as young hounds each try to learn as much as they could so when they returned to the Imperial Capital, they would be taken by one of the higher ranked Predor’s or the Over-Predor himself. Actually with the age Kento looked at the moment, he resemebled Xesh the day he saved Trill by the pool. It was hard for her to look at the boy and not see Xesh. “Tau… she whispered to herself quietly before hearing the others chime in. Hearing and watching as Malos and the boy Kento went back and forth, Trill moved closer and closer to the cage wondering if things might become clearer if she got a better look at the boy. Surely there was some reason to such a strong resemblance. It had to be a puzzle or something. A test… surely left by the Gods to confuse her and test her resolve… that was the gist of it and Trill needed to figure out how to solve it. And that was when Kento said the words she had been waiting to hear. Ancient Sith… as in one of the Ancient Sith’ari Gods and Goddess… The Daritha… Surely that’s what he was talking about. Had Venomis been here after all? Was that presence that was leaving the planet yesterday the true signature of the man she was searching for? If so, then that wasn’t good because Trill wouldn’t be able to travel back to the Imperial capital unless there was someone willing to spot her a ship and directions. The Horuset System is the middle of nowhere in the galaxy and there is no established route back to the Imperial Core… “Daritha Venomis?? His name… Daritha Venomis…” She spoke with a desperate hopefulness as she asked her question. This was the last chance to prove that everything she was talking about when she woke up wasn’t hokey religion and that she was telling the truth. Hearing the key word being brought up by Malos, she reached for the one she used on the laboratory and wondered if it could be used here as well. Holding her hand out with the key while waiting for him to take it from her, Trill spoke a few words while keeping her gaze on the lock wondering if that would be enough to the cage open and free little Tau. “Use this Malos…” |
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Post by gorzan on Sept 26, 2019 1:56:45 GMT -5
IC: Kint Dranlor Location: in the computer room, Ninushodojinyaut, hyperspace Kint rolled across the floor, still slightly shocked from his exposure to hyperspace. Not many could say that they’d been through it and lived. Now, Kint was amongst that small number. He glanced over at the man- no, the droid who had saved him. He was curious as to why the droid concealed its identity. After all, it made its actions even more impressive, since they came not from an organic, but a mechanical construct. “Priority one,” he said, grunting as he stood to his feet. “Secure Persevus. We can’t have him dying on us now.” He took three cautious steps towards persevus, getting his feet under him once more, dropping to his knees and withdrawing one of his last 3 syringes. Charging the electrodes on his cybernetic hand, he felt for a pulse, and punched persevus lightly in the chest, the electric pulse igniting the nerve endings and the punch aimed to ensure unhindered breathing. Leaning in close to the neck, he slipped the point of the needle into persevus’s neck. It was the same concoction as before, designed to dull a powerful force wielder’s powers, while simultaneously acting as a truth serum. “Persevus! Are you awake? Answer me, poodoo!” Tags: Darth CatalystDarth Dreadwar |
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Post by Reiis Invadator on Sept 26, 2019 10:49:24 GMT -5
IC: Kai Erlae Hours and hours of walking...it had felt like forever. For Kai, nevertheless, it was not far from normal. Having endured months of Sith guard training, it wasn't an uncommon feeling to walk miles without food or rest. It would help if his head wasn't still killing him. The horn was getting loose at the root -- he could feel it. He didn't need an infection following the already damaged nerve endings that he was sure had been torn during his unfortunate flight. Imagine that, surviving being eaten by something bigger than him, but being consumed by microscopic beings -- ha! He plodded on, coming to a wary, though relieved, stop at the appearance of some form of shelter. The woman spoke up about taking shifts, and Kai sure as hell wasn't going to enter the dark, crumbling structure first. "I'll take the first shift," he said, nodded despite the pain in his horn as if he were doing a favor for them out of sheer magnanimity. It was a wonder such a coward ever made it as a Sith Guard, but that could be attributed to the sheer terror of failing and being killed. Fear is a very effective motivator. "I can get a fire started," he offered. "Unless....that might attract...things..." A very effective motivator indeed. TAGs: dragonsith13, darthkain7, Darth Xxys |
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Post by cliojayne on Sept 26, 2019 13:42:03 GMT -5
IC Trin and Volacius Location- Sinister Sith Temple, Korriban
Volacius eyed the young student with intense suspicion. He seemed to be real, both physically and mentally, but the Mirialan wasn’t convinced. Trill seemed oddly taken with the young man, and appeard to be willing to take him at his word judging by her response to him, but that proved nothing to the Mirialan Acolyte. “Real or not, we should still be prepared to fight. Even if he seems earnest now, this could still be some elaborate deception for what demented purposes I’d rather not speculate on.”
For a moment, Volacius considered asking the imprisoned student a question that only the real Kento would know the answer to. He quickly discarded the idea however; whatever was inhabiting this temple was extremely powerful, and had proven it could peer into the minds of those who were in its proximity. If this was yet another illusion or trick, the one behind it could very likely provide such an answer.
Trin watched the events unfolding with worry heavy in her heart. If this was Kento and he was right they needed to move quickly. If this was some kind of a trick, taking whatever it was to the Emperor could be a very bad move. The Acolyte wasn’t sure what the right move here was, but felt sure that inactivity would be a bad move. Trin watched as the lightsaber failed to cleave the bars and wondered for a brief moment if maybe there was some note in her book about how they could break the bars, but they most likely didn’t have enough time to search it out. Touching the book through her shirt, though, she still wondered. Then some of what Trill was saying broke through. Darth Venamis? Surely she couldn’t mean the same one who was an apprentice at the same time as Darth Plagueis? The Rakatan Empire had been gone long before his time, had she been saying Venamis this whole time? Shaking off that thought, Trin looked at the key. What were the odds it opened the cell as well? Probably slim, but it was worth a try. Trin waited to see if it would work or not, determined to try to check the book if it didn’t.
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Post by darthkain7 on Sept 27, 2019 1:45:26 GMT -5
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IC: Darth Malos/Damian Kento Sinister Sith Temple, Korriban The ancient woman grew closer to Kento, examining him as if he were some sort of caged memory that she was desperate to free, to remember. He did not like the way her aged eyes stared into his soul. “Daritha Venomis?" she asked. "His name… Daritha Venomis…”She must have been referring to the man in control here. The boy shook his head. "No, no he called himself Quetzu, Darth Quetzu." A rumble would then be felt throughout the temple. In the floors, in the walls, even in the air they breathed. It would prove nauseating to those with a weak stomach. Thankfully for Malos, his innards were already a perpetual wasteland after all the insalubrious items he'd eaten in his time. Volacius and Trinaya remained largely silent, still warily eyeing the boy in the cell. With all they had been through, it was no shock that they would not immediately believe what they saw or heard. Malos would not try to dissuade them from that mindset; after all, if the wool really was being pulled over his eyes, he needed two wide-eyed, paranoid individuals watching his back. Then Trill handed him the key for the laboratory, obviously hoping that it would work on this lock as well. Malos inspected the key a moment, shaking his head but shrugging. He attempted to slide the key into the lock, yet only found his progress inside it impeded by unyielding pin tumblers. This was not the correct key. "This isn't a skeleton key, Trill," Malos chuckled, tossing the useless lab key over his shoulder. Turning back towards the child, he asked, "So kid, where's this key? Conveniently hanging on a nearby wall?"Damian shook his head. "The jailer has it.""Jailer?""It's one of the undead warriors here. The big one," the boy explained, emphasizing the jailer's height by raising his hand far above his head. "Well, where is he?" demanded the impatient Malos. "We don't have all day.""He's in the torture room down the hall, I think. Be careful. He's not like the others."Malos chuckled, "Kid, we've killed things much bigger than some dumb zombie. We'll be fine."He then turned towards his free companions, sighing, "Decision time, I guess. Want to bust into the big, scary torture chamber to fight a big, scary zombie? Or do we want to try to sneak up on it? Probably doesn't know we're here yet."TAGS: @lordjania, volacius, cliojayne
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Post by Deleted on Sept 27, 2019 2:20:20 GMT -5
Trill
Sinister Sith Temple, Korriban
Daritha Quetzu, that was no God that Trill had ever heard of back during her days studying the faith. But nonetheless if it was someone as powerful and important as Kento said, they had powers that rivaled the Gods. It was up to Trill to make sure that they were still loyal to the true Empire and if not, she had a real problem on her hands. What exactly was going on here was starting to become blurred to her again and she needed to figure it out. However, her main sense was telling her that she didn’t need to leave Kento right now. She needed more information above anything else. Her stomach finally growling and cramping slightly, she flinched before realizing that this was the worst time possible to have to worry about dietary needs. She had much more important things to focus on and now her stomach was trying to run the show. This was not something she needed but again it was something else that was getting in her way. Not having anything halfway edible to her except the vial of strange and apparently toxic liquid, Trill knew she would have to do with the dull feeling of hunger in the background. And with that wave of nausea washing over her suddenly, she couldn’t image eating anything for it would simply come right back up and out. Hearing the boy explain that another had the key and then hearing Malos discuss about how they needed to go get it, Trill stepped closer to the cell before finally stopping and staying firm in where she was standing. She couldn’t leave this boy who resembled Tau so much that it was forcing memories to come forth. Deciphering the boy’s lineage with her poor understanding of basic would have to be her mission for now. She had to establish a connection between her former lover and this boy and once she did she could be sure of other details such as how truly long ago it has been since she’s fallen asleep. “You go get key! I stay here with him! I have ask him something. You no need me to get key.” Trill stated before turning away from the so called Sith who woke her up making sure to make it clear that she had no intention of leaving Kento. Whether they acknowledge her choice or not, she had already check out of the conversation with the three of them and her attention was turned to Kento as she was trying her best to form the words she needed to make her questions clear to him. After a moment she took a deep breath before trying to talk to Kento. “Who your parent or parent parent? What planet you from? How many year it been since Tython fight?” She knew the last one was a stretch to ask but if on the off chance that Tau was his father or grandfather there would be the chance to figure out how exactly long it’s been since she started her mission. |
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Post by volacius on Sept 30, 2019 22:07:38 GMT -5
IC Trin and Volacius Location- Sinister Sith Temple, Korriban The failure of the key wasn’t too surprising, Trin had hoped it might work but hadn’t been relying upon it to. She wondered about this Jailer, Darth Quetzu. Could he be the one who had made the lab upstairs? Or perhaps he had somehow killed the one who had owned the lab upstairs. Realizing that Trill was firm in her decision to remain with Kento, Trin decided it might be for the best. If he was Kento currently, perhaps Trill could prevent him from becoming anything else or find out if he was lying or concealing his true identity.
For some reason Trin doubted that the ‘big, scary zombie’ didn’t have some idea they were there, but on the off chance it didn’t… “Let’s try sneaking up if we can. We might be able to learn something more about what is going on here. Or maybe find a way to prevent a fight we might be less than ready for.” She turned to Volacius to see what he thought. Volacius found himself unable to agree with that course of action. The Mirialan, like his comrades, had spent a fair amount of time stuck within the wretched walls of this forgotten temple, and what it had taught him was that this place was filled with lies and deceit, and every last trick of the senses was meant to end whomever was foolish enough to let their guard down. It wasn’t until the visions they had received, however, that Volacius had started to put some pieces together. This Darth Quetzu, whoever he was, had effortlessly created apparitions by the dozens. He had presumably been responsible for the creation and control over every last adversary they had faced, but most importantly, it had reached into his mind and touched upon some of his most deeply buried secrets, using that information against him. Quetzu clearly knew they were here, and if the overlord of the temple knew, then why wouldn’t the undead in his service be made aware of this as well?
“I vote we make a direct attack,” Volacius argued. “This ‘Quetzu’, or whatever the entity wants to call itself, has shown that it knows not only that we are here, but where we are exactly. If he knows our position, why wouldn’t his jailer be alerted? To try and sneak up on it would invite it to take advantage of its knowledge, catch us before we are ready. We should launch an attack head-on, take it down quickly and efficiently.”Trin frowned momentarily… this logic wasn’t quite following for her. “If he knows exactly where we are and what we are doing, then going in guns blazing isn’t going to make a difference.” Thinking about it for a moment she then spoke slowly, “Surely the most prudent choice would be to progress slowly and quietly, and then go for a more direct attack if it seems obvious that he already knows we are coming. I don’t disagree that it most likely knows our positioning, but there’s no guarantee it’s communicating with it’s underlings.” Raising her arms and shoulders in a small shrug, she asked “What do we have to lose by attempting to sneak up and then adapting as necessary?”“Just because there is no guarantee does not mean we should assume it is not spreading information to its servants,” Volacius countered. “Frankly, we ought to act as though the worst case scenario is true. We’re talking about an entity capable of populating an entire theatre with illusions and reading our thoughts. There is no reason to assume it isn’t even doing so right now, so any plan we come up with that involves stealth will be easily countered. Any plan we come up with at all will be countered, so our best bet is to just attack and improvise.”Trin wasn’t sure if she entirely agreed with the philosophy behind Volacius not-plan, but regardless of which one of them was right the faster they moved the more likely they were to prevent Quetzu or his minions from creating an elaborate trap. Turning to Darth Malos she said, “I guess let’s go all in as quickly as we can.”Tags: darthkain7, @lordjania, cliojayneTAGSET: Sinister Sith |
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Post by taciteoccultus on Oct 1, 2019 12:55:15 GMT -5
IC: Jekyll/ HydeLocation: Tomb of Cognus The bloodeater began to charge at the Dathomirian. Jekyll wouldn't have it. Using the Force he pulled at Zultar as hard as he could to get him out of the way, running as he did to try and meet him in the middle to defend him. " FACE ME!" He yelled at the beast. " So long as I live I will not let the defenseless go undefended. FACE ME ABOMINATION!" As this goes on Hyde watches in disbelief. I never would have known he had so much rage hidden inside. This can't be right. He's just a good for nothing Jedi filth, isn't he?TAG: darthkain7,Volshe,
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Post by dragonsith13 on Oct 1, 2019 20:28:40 GMT -5
Tarle
Ruins of Ur, far side of Korriban, dawn
Soldiers and Mounds...
The warmth of the sun breaking over the horizon, cutting through the frigid bitter nights, harkened her back to her days a child watching the sun rise across endless expanses of red sand at the foot of the mountains near her village. And while, there had been times she had traveled briefly off this world with her Master and been exposed and opened to a galaxy beyond her wonder, this was still home.
Crouching she paused. Her head wrap, that formerly of soft cotton now torn and tattered from the elements, concealing all but a sliver of her crimson skin all and her black lined eyes as she delicately scooped up a handful of same color red sand, feeling each grain of fine blood red sand slip through her fingers. Watching it fall with a slightly cocked head, while statues in the background held a portion of her gaze.
The warmth of the rising sun bathed her, as she began reaching out with her senses to feel this place around her. Slowly feeling the environment around her as her Master had taught her. Her prowess of these lands already amplified from countless trials along with a harsh young life forged upon the same red sands, the force simply provided further clarity and reach.
The formations, this stone… Tarle had seen such rock and craft, years ago in the sarcophagus of Cruor, as she knew all too well not to tread in such places… such that she did not fear such places, rather she simply knew better.
The wind carved lines spoke of millennia of stillness, though not to be confused with silence. A single statues stood out… as she circled about the perimeter, crafted and placed with prominence and stature. The first graceful steps brought her to the perimeter, as she peered down the rows of uniformity, only distrubed by nature itself. She walked lightly, taking it all in, as if a delicate string danced in her head, avoiding those statues that were clearly sheared from their base and protruding, only to be saved from falling by the countless years of sand supporting them.
Careful to mask her presence but not leave her blind to the environment around her, she moved deeper into the formation. Nearly buried themselves, the whole of the rows upon rows of statues struggled to fight off the unrelenting will of this planet. Tarle skirted into the first few rows, mingling and moving in and out, her hand gracing the stone of one statue to the next with a delicate, inquisitive touch.
She could see their faces, despite a countless number of the statue's heads and subsequent faces no longer existing and present. Still she saw them. They were familiar to her, yet distant, being in the ancient realm which they had been cast. She could almost feel their blood flowing through her own. The line had been cut countless ages ago... even as deep as her family tribal roots went and existed for thousands of years itself. There was never a definitive connection established, or at least a proven one. Yet still they continued to stare back at her, her gaze captivated as she noted each sheer limb and worn imperfection with detail, she could see their faces. All the while she stared back at them, captivated and connected, as they silent returned her gaze, their eyes and touch burning like fire as hot as the Horuset sun, to the point where she could now feel the pulse in their veins through time coursing through her own. These were not simply statues of rock and sand, they held significance and more importantly, they held a past essence. She recognized it as clearly as she moved, carefully as if treading on gravestones. Mindful of the past. The silently preserved in spirit.
Again the larger statue called to her. Despite her own best judgement as she moved deeper into the formation, pacing around the larger statue and observing it for any subtle markings.
The pain, and emotion captured in this place. She fed on it. Drank it in, a vision into a time long forgotten as she grazed another statue drawing in its touch. Feeling the crumbling rough and worn stone on her finger tips, beaten by untold seemingly inconsequential grains of sand over time. Yet, the lesson of time was not lost on her as she slowly moved back towards the outside rows of them, moving about as she made her way.
She paused, turning and giving one last muse over the large statue she had investigated before. Drawing it all in again, taking it in as if a giant breath and observing it silently as it continued to tower over the rest. Begging with desire to lord and push forth.
Turning away the glare of the sun caught her eye, she could see the mounds in the near distance before her, the top parts of them beginning to feel the same warmth she had moments earlier, while the base of them remained shrouded in cold and shadow.
Up ahead, though far out of sight and reach she could sense her Master and Red, still bathed in a partial darkness themselves as the sun escaped where they still tread. She stepped forward towards the mounds, drawing in her robes around her as she stepped out into the open of the desert.
Darth Dreadwar, Darth Cruor
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Post by darthkain7 on Oct 2, 2019 21:27:18 GMT -5
GM Updates IC: Darth Malos/Damian Kento Sinister Sith Temple, Korriban The Nagai Sith Master had grown a bit perplexed by Trill's fascination, which had been focused on Damian with the precision of a targeting computer. Yet he was not unwilling to have her stay with the boy. It would be quite the annoyance if they all went and fought this undead creature, succeeded, and came back with the key only to find that the boy had been moved, or worse, killed. It was decided, then. Though it took Volacius persuading Trinaya to his way of thinking. The trio was to bust into the room, sabers blazing, ready to destroy their adversary in speedy fashion. "Alrighty then, lady and gent," Malos said with a small bow. Gesturing them to follow like the host of some fancy restaurant on Coruscant, the Nagai added, "If you'll follow, we may or may not take ourselves toward our imminent demise."As Malos, Trin, and Volacius rounded the hallway, preparing their weapons for the upcoming confrontation, Damian Kento sat in his cell, watching as the strange woman began to ask him questions in her equally odd form of Basic. However, he understood her well enough that this was simply another quiz for him to answer. And just like his answers in class, he spoke with the rapid-fire speed of a CR-2 Blaster. “Who your parent or parent parent?" she asked. "I never met my parents. The only information I have on them is an obituary I found on the holonet," he replied. "What planet you from?""Dantooine."
"How many year it been since Tython fight?”
"If you're referring to the one during the Despot War, that was around… 25,959 years ago. Is that where you're from? Some form of immortality or cryogenics?" Kento spoke rather matter-of-factly, not regarding Trill's feelings on his answers. Instead, he wondered why she had asked such personal questions. It boggled his mind; if she was in service to the Emperor, wouldn't her first job be following the orders of Darth Malos? Why was she able to decide that she could stay behind in the first place? Just who in the kark was she? It was a brief stroll to the torture room, and at the end of the hall was still the same cell as before, with the two lumbering zombies crowded together in the tight space. Nothing appeared changed; did that mean it was still real? Had the illusions stopped after they left the theater? Malos certainly hoped so. He had known something was wrong with the theater the moment they stepped foot in it, but down here, in the bowels of this temple, things felt more… real. Was that because it indeed was real? Or was that simply a part of the grandstanding illusion? Malos sighed, "Let's get this over with," as they neared the door, wooden with rusted hinges. It would not be much to knock down. "Are you two ready?"TAGSET: Sinister Sith ___________________________________ IC: Zul'tar/The Mutated Blood-Eater The Tomb of Darth Cognus, Korriban Jekyll had been successful in removing Zul'tar from the immediate danger, pulling his nearly unconscious form out of the way of the mutant's strike. Its sharp, bony arm struck the stone wall rather than its target, causing it great pain as it was forced to yank the arm from its place in the wall. Turning towards the sound of the angry Jedi, the Blood-Eater roared with its own fury. Normally it would have secured a meal by now, and these prey were quite the hard game to catch. Rather than running towards the voice, it pounced, leaping through the musty air towards the Jedi, its arms swiping towards one another in an effort to slice the quarry in twain. Meanwhile, Dynami would quickly notice that there was something on the wall next to it. It was spherical in shape, made of some form of metal. A small, perspicuous red light glowed from the device, whatever it was. TAGS: taciteoccultus, VolsheTAGSET: Tomb of Cognus Attachments:
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Post by Deleted on Oct 2, 2019 22:46:23 GMT -5
Trill
Sinister Sith Temple; Korriban
The boy was quick with his answers and Trill was glad that he was being clear with her but she wasn’t much sure about what he was saying. Dantooine, what’s a Dantooine? And not knowing his parents at all? Were kids no longer made through conception of two adults? And the Despot Wars… Did he mean the Shikaakwa conflict that was rumbling across the Je’daii worlds during Trill’s brood days? That conflict that she hadn’t learned about until she was undercover on Tython? And that number. 25… 25,000 years ago!! Trill started shaking at the moment she comprehended the number. Dropping down to one knee and she couldn’t stop herself from hyperventilating and figuring out how she slept for twenty five millenniums. Her mind spinning and her heart thumping, she wanted nothing more than to just disappear and block everything out from everyone. Something had to be wrong with what this kid was saying. There was no way that this much time had passed by and she had been asleep for all of it. “25,000 years?? W-W-Wrong… N-No I ca-can’t be sleep for that long… S-Something w-wrong with your calendar? Where L-Lehon? Imperial capital?” Trill asked between sharp heaves, tears silently flowing from her eyes. This couldn’t be true it couldn’t be… |
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Post by Darth Xxys on Oct 6, 2019 11:47:47 GMT -5
Unknown moon. Jungle ruins. Xxys I.C. Xxys looked down from the ridgeline and agreed that they needed to get out of the weather and hold up for the night. They had followed a rough trail down into the trees and the wind had subsided. What had at first glance appeared to be stones and boulders had in fact turned out to be stone structures. They were small and very old. Nature had begun to reclaim them and though they were not ideal, they would provide some shelter from the elements. "I can take the first watch" The trooper Kai had volunteered "We should switch out about every two hours to keep alert." Xxys interjected. After a quick inspection a few dry spaces were secured and some respite from the weather was found. Xxys took the opportunity to meditate and let his body relax. He had been battered and shot just a few days ago and his muscles ached from the most recent episode. He consumed a nutritional bar and took some water as well. Water would become a more pressing problem of they didn't find the outpost soon. Xxys volunteered for the second watch and awaited the arrival of the trooper to let the man get some rest. @kai Erlae darthkain7dragonsith13 |
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Post by dragonsith13 on Oct 12, 2019 13:58:28 GMT -5
Draconis
Ruins of Ur, far side of Korriban, dawnEven from a distance the dancing flames called to him, as they silently approached. The wind flowing with a vicious bite, as wisps of sand carried by the wind, beat against their robes. Draconis’ eyes, the only thing visible as cloth wrapped his face and head, watched the flames with a yearning. Not of warmth or comfort, but of admiration as he reached out to it. Drawing it in and extinguishing it. The sudden loss of their only comfort, stirring one of the archaeologists to rise as he caught the gaze of the two shadows approaching near. “Kungrath, Silens, get up!” the first one to note their approach yelped, drawing alarm to the freezing huddled group. His chattering words about spirits drawing a slight tug at the side of Draconis’ mouth. Blaster bolts of red, some of which impacting Cruor standing close to him, impacted and fizzled out like they were training blasters having no effect at all as he did not flinch in the slightest. While other shots trailed off missing entirely. Draconis watched as the man making his stand lurched forward into the air and towards the open hand of Cruor, what awaited him was simply a crushing instant death. It was amusing watching the feeble attempt. More blaster fire was directed at Draconis as two of the beings stood fast near the first, raising their blasters and firing, also making a “stand”. Behind them in the dim morning light, the forms of the other three members of the group attempted to flee, choosing flight instead of fight. They would not get far. Like a wisp of dark cloud Draconis was next to Cruor one moment and then in between the two archaeologists still with their blasters raised. A dagger in hand his cuts had already been completed, several in fact that crossed both individuals at key points. Wrist, inner thigh, throat, chest. All with blinding deft fluid precision, so much that they would probably not notice the deep cuts until the sheer pain and loss of body function hit them a second later. Along with the dripping blood from both their persons that would be rapidly flowing from both of them. The sand always demanded blood. Darth Cruor, Darth Dreadwar
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Post by dragonsith13 on Oct 17, 2019 19:08:51 GMT -5
GM update
Abandon Moon ~ Ancient Village
Like so many things a fire added more than warmth, even to those with certain prowess and skill, there is something to be said for the idea that was a fire. Having moved off the ridge and drawing a path to continue in due time, the remaining trio sought refuge in the rocky village they had come upon. They were now within a short days trek of the outpost, their only potential lead off this moon. Seeking sanctuary in some ruins of primitive design and bedding down with what they could for the night. No doubt preferring to find someplace less foreboding, as they at this point sought out shelter for shelters sake.
Lylia had suggested shifts, to which the three quickly agreed, Kai volunteering for the first one with Xxyx bringing up that they should switch out every two hours to help stay alert. The aspect of the creature from the cafe looming on Lylia’s mind slightly, though no sign of it had been seen since they had first encountered it.
They still had a slim amount of supplies on their persons, enough that they had water and a few nutrition bars between them that their bodies would not be without the sources they needed. Kai’s Sith guard training had aided him throughout this whole ordeal as the first shift for the night would begin soon.
The fire burned and crackled, sparks flickering up into the dark night sky trails of smoke danced in honor of the stars that lit up the dark canvas above. There was a glow from the gas giant that the moon orbited causing an effect of the close magnetic fields and elements mixing in the night sky.
The silent night putting on a vibrant beautiful display The wind blew slightly with the occasional gust, as for the most part the shelter of what was left of the stone huts acted to shield them from its cold embrace. The fire that Kai had made and lit, dancing in the gusts from time to time, while the wind moved through the trees.
The night had set in and it was nearing the end of the first shift which Kai had been manning, despite the exhaustive day he had managed to remain alert throughout it with one of his companions set to relieve him soon.
There were eyes upon them from within the treeline as someone watching. A snapping twig would bring Kai to alert beyond the glow of their campfire, beyond the faint light of their camp and in the darkness something moving.
There was a twist in the wind, something unnatural that moved. This place that they were in was a seemingly non-descript village of old origins, primitive in its makeup and composition. Who knew how long ago it was built, and whom exactly occupied it. This whole moon seemed eerily abandon. It held vibrant life in the form of the pine forests, the fern covered forest floor moved with the breezes throughout the night and day, but yet they had seen virtually no signs of actual animals or life beyond the flora. Aside from the creature from the cave, no signs of fauna. There were signs of modern installations, such as the cave junction, the outpost, that they still had not come to and physically seen.
The stone huts stood as markers for a dead place, offering the shelter afforded to the trio but the coldness of the place seemed a focal point for something lurking. Shadows danced in the glow of the fire, while two slept and the third stood watch.
He watched them ready to pounce and end this… emboldened and craving.
The trees surrounding the village swayed with a forceful wind, the creaking and cracking sounds of a forest in the still of the night. The howl of more forceful winds from higher up the mountain ridge from which they had descended. And again the unnatural twist of wind, an unnatural groan emanating from it as it moved about the village. Clenching and preparing, eyes were focused on the Devaronian, and the two sleeping as it prepared.
The pull was too great, he knew it was there something lurking and peering in on them, he would be damned if they had come this far and allow something to stop them so close to the end… his eyes were heavy, but the sudden alertness brought him into some awareness as he quickly raised his balster, sighting the tree line and scanning with precision. His horn still throbbed, but the focus on duty and attention brought the focus away from it and on the mission of getting them out of here alive. His eyes narrowed as he took measured steps forward, softly stepping as he kept his blaster up and ready to fire in a moments notice. Feeling a surge in awareness that he had not felt in the past. Not since the training academy on Korriban. To the extent that the cursed being in his gut seemed to also realize the gravity of the situation and paused, almost aiding in their overall awareness and focus. Kai rounded one of the crumbling and barely intact stone huts, whipping around with the blaster pointed in a firing position. Quickly the form of several figures moved from the treeline, fast and with precision. Kai readied himself and was on the verge of firing with one of the shadows in sight when a voice came across the cold night.
“Trooper Kai!” The form of several Sith Troopers came into view as they emerged from the treeline, wearing the same armor of Kai, the only difference being Kai not wearing his helmet... Damaged in battle over the last few days. Their own reflective helmets staring back at Kai as they swarmed upon him, not in an aggressive manner but one of a supportive and rescue oriented manner. Kai could hear the chatter among the two troopers next to here as if she was tied into their comms feed, a familiar sensation. A third figure, an officer by her markings and appearance emerging and coming right up next to Kai.
“We have to move, orders have marked us for immediate evake, we have a shuttle standing by in a clearing nearby. We have to go NOW!”
Without warning Kai was thrust into a squad again, as if not missing a beat and now apart of the military machine. They moved quickly in the four person squad in unison, Kai feeling apart of the group instantly. The night that had blanketed her watch was seeming to fade as dawn approached with the sun of the new day beginning to show signs of rising above distant mountains at their backs. The outpost was in sight with signs of a shuttle, and intact shuttle and one of Sith design and designation at the forefront and ready waiting for them. Kai continued to move with the group, on high alert. One of the troopers in the squad screamed as the sound of blaster fire was clearly heard. A direct strike as Kai watched one of the troopers take a vicious blaster shot and fall to the ground, the squad officer whipped around and quickly began barking orders for them to keep moving and stay alert. Kai obeyed and kept moving.
Lylia had awakened, the moments of rest helping but not nearly sufficient, she glanced over spotting Kai whom had taken the first watch, slumped over and asleep… typical… though all seemed quiet, could she blame him? She moved about stretching as she took bearing of the camp and the perimeter, gauging the night… the glow of the sky still prominent in its natural beauty above…
The same foul wind moved about as she further assessed the night, twisting and calling to her in the same manner which it had called to Kai, to which in her estimation was sound asleep. There was a flash of engine above, moving in the direction which she recognized as that of the outpost they sought. Without Hesitation she was on the move, tracking the glow of the engines in the night sky, moving through the trees. The beacon from their crash… had someone picked up the distress signal?
The sun was showing signed of emerging as dawn was approaching as she continued to move through the forest...
Her eyes were not deceiving her, she thought she had caught a faint glimpse of it in the very early morning light and now she confirmed it to be true… the familiar sight of the Republic emblazoned on the tail of the shuttle as it began to set down in a clearing. The emergence of two Republic commandos only confirming it further. There was a roar from behind in the forest from which she had emerged, as the sound of trees splintering and being pushed aside with a gargantuan force was heard as something seemed to charge.. The creature?
Lylia’s eyes widened as she turned towards it…
The smell of smoke, crackling of wood from the nearby fire would not be alarming in any manner to someone who had taken to sleep next to one, there was something to be said about a fire and the psychological impact such a simple thing could have. There was a twisting wind that seemed to hold onto the nights embrace and almost foul sense about it as the last trails of smoke from the fire were caught in its embrace.
It was nearly dawn, the night had passed by with no event… the fire having burned down for the most part. Xxys eyes opened slightly and saw Lylia asleep, still curled up nearby the fire herself. Xxys arose to a stirring and calling. The huts seemed more intact, less worn than he remembered the night before as he moved past Lylia, with no sight of Kai around. Xxys coming about one of the huts as he looked about the village.
Several shadows stood in front of him, one speaking to him, a dialect he had never heard, yet he understood. To his right beyond the treeline was a line of warriors. Poised and seemingly at the ready…
‘Pasha, we are ready.’ The shadows more in focus phased into focus more, revealing a more detailed humanoid with large eyes and slender features. They held primitive shields, and spears as they turned in unison, their words seem to hold high reverence as they directed them at Xxys. A chat came roaring to life as the line of several hundred warriors raised their spears and shouted in unison, the beginnings of a war chant. The line of them facing down the valley towards the outpost. The high chant replaced by a low rhythmic grunting that seemed to spur the line of warriors on as they began stepping with rhythmic precision to their own voices descending down into the valley further.
The battle line moved faster and faster, nearly breaking into a run as they moved with speed against the outpost.
taciteoccultus,darthkain7,Reiis Invadator,Darth Xxys,
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