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Star Wars New Sith Trials II: Rise of the Hand

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  1. dragonsith13

    dragonsith13 Jedi Grand Master star 4

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    Apr 3, 2005
    Combo with Lady Belligerent and Darth_wanderguard





    Draconis and Hel
    Not in a cage anymore...

    Draconis felt a new presence… the soft sound of footsteps being cautious, owning that they had something to lose. The soft feel of flesh against iron bars. Hands and fingers clasping.

    "Is-is it true? Are you what they say you are? Are you Sith?" Draconis’ eyes were still closed as he heard the man’s voice. Ah they were but so many things…. Unconfined Draconis mused on the idea. The man continued into a query and request of them… introducing himself and putting forth a proposal… summing up his lot in life and role on this world. Information. Culminating in his own desires and ambitions.

    “Help me!”

    Draconis’ eyes opened. As he looked up at the man, hiding the snarling anticipatory grin which yearned to break through… instead his face was inviting and wide eyed. Playing.

    “You can get us out of here?”Draconis’ words eager ad inquisitive. “We have been chained her for who knows how long…” Draconis paused as he struggled writhing in his chains letting the agony show and embellishing the “pain” they were in…. “My master is suffering as she is ill…. Poisoned even!” Draconis glanced at Hel.

    Hel, who had been silent since she'd exchanged words with Draconis, burst into laughter. "Master? Me?" She'd rolled her eyes so hard that no one would have been shocked if they stuck into that position. "I'm pretty sure you're the one that's ill now, mentally ill that is."

    Draconis scowled at Hel from her reaction, and subtle tug through the force at her hair trying to make her realize as he kicked at her leg, spurring her to think about what was really going on…

    “She has already become delirious!”Draconis exclaimed emphasizing that he was concerned for her! “She has been threatening to kill me and hang herself with the bindings and chains. She is in my mind!” Draconis let the ruse continue to play out… emphasizing and projecting his supposed fear of Hel upon the man, Lord Gan.

    "Owowowowow," she gasped, "what the hell man!"
    She'd dealt with soggy clothing, wet boots, and there's no forgetting the creatures she'd seen in the swamps outside. Now, to top it off Draconis was babbling and making no sense... “ooooooh, wait," she'd allowed emotions to cloud her thoughts and actions, damn!

    Instantly she went limp beginning to put on a performance worthy of best dramatic actress in a holodrama. "Help me!" Hel gasped and forced strands of drool to drip from the corners of her mouth. The drool rolled down her grubby skin and dripped on her chest.

    It was uncomfortable to allow herself to hang limp in the restraints, which was helpful because feeling actual pain added to her performance.

    “She is starting to convulse and foam at the mouth!!!”Draconis exclaim in earnest before turning to Hel and offering up a deathly stare of command! Truth was Hel was doing neither…

    Seriously?? She was pretty sure that word echoed through Draconis' mind, since she'd imagined herself pounding in through his skull with a hammer. With a barely audible sigh she started convulsing, copying the actions she'd seen in a holo once. Maybe she had another career possibility one day if the whole Sith thing fell apart...

    Draconis’ seemed to become more urgent. “Lord Gan.”Draconis called the man by name making it personal. “All Sith in our order have a syringe on our persons… a sleep agent…. Designed to sedate for this very reason!!!”Draconis wretched back as if in pain.. cringing. “She is in my head!!!” Draconis stated in supposed pain… “Lord Gan!!!”

    Draconis continued to writhe in his bindings that were already a hairs breath from being wretched from the wall and free… to no one else but Hel and his knowledge. “Quick before she breaks FREE!!!” Draconis panted. “THE SYRIGE!!”Draconis began to kick on the ground and flailed slightly… showing agonizing pain. “Her… hhhhh… Her leg… leg pocket! All you have to do… dooo is inject … IT!”

    “I won’t be able to help your son….”Draconis’ voice trailed off…

    Hel stepped up the shaking and jerking, she'd thrashed so hard that her wrists were bloody and her anger was building. Her eyes had been tightly shut as she willed her body to shudder like she was in a full blown Grand Mal seizure. She was completely unaware of the wretched moans that she'd been making.


    Gan flinched as the girl began to convulse violently, and her companion began to yell out. He had no choice. These Sith were his only ticket to something more resembling freedom. Hands shaking, he fumbled with his robes searching frantically for the key to the cell. Maybe it was gone. Maybe he'd dropped it. For a moment he began to doubt whether he'd stolen it at all or if it had all just been a fancy. His heart leapt when at last his fingers found it.

    With a shhhinnk, the key was in and the cell door left hanging open as Gan stumbled into the cell and began to search for the syringe. "I-I-I can't find it!" he exclaimed.


    It was only an instant after Gan was showing signs of frustration in finding the syringe, that did not exist, that he would feel that he had made a mistake. The closing sensation of chains tightening around his neck would more than likely cause his panic to switch from frustration to fear. As Draconis had risen up, while the man was occupied searching, in a flash swirling his hand and arm over and around the man’s head. The chain still attached to one of the force binders, the chain now wrapped in a single coil around Gan’s neck as Draconis tightening the chain forcefully. Yanking Gan up and back.

    “We are pressed for time your Lordship, so I am going to make this simple.”Draconis peeked around the side of Gan’s head eyeing Hel.

    “You will lead the young lady,”Draconis spoke referring to Hel. “to retrieve our personal effects.”Draconis kept a tight grip on the chains, and trusted Hel was watching for any sudden movements from the man. “Only when that is done, will she escort you to retrieve your son!”

    “or we could kill you now?”

    Draconis let it all sink in for a moment, while waiting for the Lord to make his decision. Draconis pulled on the chains slightly emphasizing that they were short on time.

    “oh…. You can nod or shake your head no too...”Draconis remarked casually as he knew he was nearly cutting the man’s air supply off. Draconis’ gaze again turned to Hel.

    “The captain and his contingent should be arriving shortly for us.” Draconis referring to Hel and him.

    Gan heaved in vain, clutching at the chain in desperation, and nodded.

    Draconis acknowledged the Lord’s decision releasing the tight grip of the chains attached to his wrists as they fell and away clanging slightly on the floor. As he stepped back Draconis’ gaze turned to Hel motioning for her to get moving on her important retrievals.

    Lord Gan continued to heave, coughing searching for his breath, grasping at his neck massaging the painful marks and bruises left by the chains wrapped around him.
    Hel was clearly anxious to get moving as anyone would be, including Draconis. She stepped up towards Lord Gan who was still composing himself. Hel caught his gaze and lifted her bound wrists up in front of his face. Initially not saying anything… letting his Lordship pick up on the clue. Gan stared blankly at Hel as he gathered himself. Hel pressed her wrists forward with a subtle shake. “A little help your Lordship…” her sardonic expression showing clear frustration with the Lord Gan’s relative lack of a sense of urgency. Lord Gan raised an electronic chip card, dragging it across a sensor on the force binders. With a quick snap they unlocked and fell off her wrists as Hel did the same to her anklet binders, having snatched the card from his hand the moment her wrists were free. Draconis was soon free of the binders as well.

    Draconis stared at Hel intently as she moved to leave, catching her before she did. “Meet me at one of the south hanger bay with The Lord and his Son in tow, but do not let them become liabilities for you and the objectives!” Draconis was aware that they needed allies in the overall conquest and subjugation of this world, whether the Lord would prove to be such was yet to be seen. The words meant for only her.

    Hel's eyes widened, "why should I leave you here," she replied in a hushed whisper.

    “I’d like to meet our captain.”Draconis spoke referring to the fact that he would be remaining behind for the Captain’s arrival to their cell.

    “I will deal with them, to give you time to get our effects and the Lord’s Son.”It went without saying why it was so important that they get back their effects including why they were here. Draconis knew Hel would understand this.

    “Go.”

    She appeared to consider this a moment, but relented since she realized it would be useless to argue. "Fine," she snapped and turned to Gan, "lead on and no funny business."


    Draconis watched as Lord Gan was led by Hel down and out of sight. Draconis still held onto the chains previously attached to the binders and his wrist. Twisting and coiling an end of each of them around his hand as he disappeared outside the cage and out of view. Draconis did not wander far as he still remained close by finding a clear vantage point of the cage and opening, awaiting their host… when the Captain and guards returned, they would find the cage empty.

    @Darth_wanderguard Lady Belligerent
     
  2. E. L.Knight

    E. L.Knight Jedi Grand Master star 4

    Registered:
    Dec 4, 2012
    Darth Hades
    Lorekeepers Library, Citadel, Sanctorium, New Moraband

    "Excellent question, Hades, We are looking for anything of value anything irreplaceably powerful, we will bring back here for study. All other findings will be cataloged and sold for profit."​

    Bellorum's gaze towards Hades was of note. He knew she meant it to mean that it was up to him to place value on items and rank them from keep to sell. Or at least that was what he thought it meant.​

    When Hekate spoke up, she mentioned knowing of the place they were talking about, which surprised Hades. Perhaps she would be of use with him on this sojourn.​

    She told them what she knew of the Temple, and even some show and tell items. Interesting.​

    Bellorum examined the package and showed her appreciation towards Hekate and the information provided on the hallucinogenic plants now being examined. Bellorum slid the package over to Hades with a push from the Force. "This is a curious find, and certainly among the sort of things I want you all collecting. We will meet at a set time daily for a briefing update and to share finds."​

    He estimated they would be worth quite a great deal to the right buyer, even more so if they could give the buyer a way to grow them. Or perhaps they should be the ones growing them, cultivating them and using them as a revenue stream. Illicit drugs were popular just about every where you could go in the Galaxy.​

    "While we are out there, you may work alone, or in groups. I do expect everyone to pick up the necessary survival and communications equipment before we leave. I'm having my shuttle prepped to be a base of operations for us, we set out tomorrow morning. Message me if you have questions."​

    Once she was gone, Hades stood.​

    Foedus, you will obviously be with me. Hekate, I'd like to request you come with us as well. You know much more than anyone else of the area and I would like you to help us with the plants.​

    He turned the the Lorekeeper. I would also appreciate your expertise and ability, Lorekeeper. You will know better than anyone what this temple may have that is of worth.

    Asking the Lorekeeper to come was a gamble, because Hades knew, and had be warned by Lady Bellorum, that he would want to keep everything, but Hades was confident that he could convince the Lorekeeper to keep just what empowered the Sith and nothing more.​

    TAG: @Mikaboshi @DarthIshyZ @Nehru_Amidala @corinthia @Darth Rozic
     
  3. Sinrebirth

    Sinrebirth Mod-Emperor of the EUC, Lit, RPF and SWC star 10 Staff Member Manager

    Registered:
    Nov 15, 2004
    IC: Darth Insipid
    In orbit of New Moraband

    The shuttle arrived by the dungeon ship, and Darth Insipid reached out with his mind and, for a brief moment, sought to conceal both him, Soliquoy and Anark in the Force, as and when needed for the former.

    It would not do for them to know that he was back. That being said he felt for a moment a resonance with three; Thunderous, Teafa, and, strangely, Aryan.

    Darth Insipid delicately tasted the latter sensation as they were queried by the Little Insipid. Communication was notoriously difficult in the Unknown Regions, so Insipid simply gestured from Soliquoy to the comm. One Captain Marshin was personally interrogating them, a particularly banal action for a man of such high rank but clearly someone more important was aboard and in-charge. 'Shuttle Aitch-Seven, you are not a scheduled arrival. Your codes check out but confirm the reason for you entering a restricted area.' Insipid placed a finger on his lips and left the Holocron to lie as he saw fit.

    Insipid spoke in hushed tones with Anark. 'I can feel Aryan in the Force. It must have had something to do with my Godhood taking part in his body... My essence is fully here...' Insipid's eyes unfocused, picking up a conversation a century old. 'Ship said that it was possible to leave a 'wake' in the Force; perhaps Aryan has become that wake... A Force sensitive.'

    It was incredible news. They would need to speak shortly. Insipid allowed his voice to be audible to the Holocron. He needed him to hear, if not trust. 'There is a dungeon ship in orbit. Four Force users are aboard. One Jedi Master - Radian - but also fallen Jedi and a fallen Imperial Knight you may recall. Antares Draco. I intend to weave them into a faux Order that we can use as a disposable pawn in the future.'

    Insipid smiled. 'I have allowed their sedation and locked cells to come undone at a certain point in Mandamus' daily pacing. They will try to escape. I wish for you to join their efforts, on the basis that I intend to seek redemption in the light. Assist them in taking the dungeon ship - there are exactly thirty nine Stormtroopers aboard and the crew is skeleton at best otherwise - but make sure it crashes. Refine them. Weed out the ones we cannot mould. Turn those you can.'

    The Holocron, however, would have his attention bifurcated. A news report had interfered with his signal. A tabloid. About the God-Emperor... Lady Belligerent's little trick was out in play; a Chiss newscaster ridiculing a Sith God that had appeared in the Unknown Regions.

    The God-Emperor gripped Anark's shoulder. 'There is a launch you can use while we head down below. You should leave swiftly, unless you require anything from me.'

    'I name you the head of my Dark Side Elite.' From the fold of a robe he produced a ring. 'Take this. Darth Talon left such an item for Darth Arach to use. To conceal herself. She thought it destroyed but it cannot be so easily dealt with.'

    Darth Insipid was back in the game.

    Time to win it.

    TAG: Mitth_Fisto, Snokers, directly, A Blind Prophet, PCCViking, HanSolo29, indirectly, with their main tags to follow


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  4. QueenSabe7

    QueenSabe7 Chosen One star 6

    Registered:
    Mar 23, 2001
    A Little Adventure with Togrutan_Jedi :ahsoka:

    IC: Darth Syren & Darth Effay
    Sanctorium, New Moraband

    Moving about in her spacious chambers - which were in a comforting state of disarray - Syren secured weapons, tightened straps and pulled her thick, fiery hair back into a knot. A large floor length mirror adorned the wall opposite her bed and now she stood before it, placing her cowl just so to cast her face in shadow. Then an odd moment of déjà vu, one that was not altogether unwelcome. Briefly she admired herself as a stream of familiar memories cascaded through her mind. Her present attire and gear was a piece she had custom-made, something from her past she had wanted to make real again. The resulting effect was a bit overwhelming. Syren took one slow, deep breath to steady her thoughts… and stopped.

    This was not the time to reminisce. While the Night Herald had not given her an exact time frame, she knew in her gut that she and her Togrutan apprentice must be on their way sooner rather than later. Though the plan she had was formulated rather hastily, she would make damn sure her first assignment as High Lord would be carried out efficiently and thoroughly, Effay would be nothing less than a reflection of that determination.

    Pulling her wrist close to her mouth and activating the small comm, Syren opened the direct line to her apprentice. “Meet me at the Main Gate immediately,” she ordered and set about to leave.

    Syren shrugged on a travel cloak and threw a small bag over her shoulder, its contents little more than a few necessities as they would need to travel light. Grasping the small data chip Haretisch had given her, she secured it safely in an interior arm pocket and turned to leave her quarters. Having taken the closest lift down to the ground level, she removed her hood as she stepped out into the open and confidently made her way to the meeting point. Thinking it best to hide in plain sight, departing through the Main Gate seemed the best option. A Master and Apprentice heading out into Sanctorium for a training exercise? None would be the wiser. I hope, she thought wryly.

    She stood near the massive steel doors and paced with feigned agitation. No High Lord would tolerate being made to wait, so she would keep up that illusion to any and all prying eyes. As Syren moved, her mind went over what she speculated would be their best route off world. Discretion was required after all.

    Effay's com made a beeping sound followed by Syren giving the order to meet her, and she put the lightsaber crystals she was meditating with back into the hilts and exited her quarters. Walking through the halls, she'd salute the Stormtroopers as they walked past her. The presence of them had made Effay slightly unnerved ever since her arrival, as they reminded her of her days as an Inquisitor, but despite the bad memories she still thought of them as her ally.

    Effay walked down both levels, to the Foyer and to the Main Gate, and there before her stood Syren.

    Spotting the tall Togrutan, Syren gave a flick of her chin to indicate that Effay move to her side. The High Lord then raised a gloved hand in signal to one of the several sentry guards that protected the Citadel’s main entrance. With a shudder that vibrated out under their feet, the heavily fortified doors began to part.

    “Follow me and try and not to draw attention to yourself,” she whispered quickly, knowing Effay would hear. Syren waited only a moment longer and then pushed forward, striding out into the muggy evening air. Clearing the threshold, she passed yet more guards but continued on for a few minutes until the pair had officially entered the city proper. The towering fortress they called home loomed over the skyline behind them.

    Drawing up short, Syren cast her eyes about as they now stood in a busy thoroughfare. Scents of strong alcohol and sweat wafted by as beings of many different species made their way to unknown destinations. “Apprentice, you’re familiar enough with our surroundings are you not?” she asked, turning to face Effay. Drawing up her cowl, she adjusted her thigh-holster and continued. “Why don’t you direct us to the closest, most run-down spaceport this swamp has to offer.”

    Allowing a tiny hint of mischief to creep into her voice, she revealed her plan. “We need to steal a ship.”

    As Effay noticed the signal, she hurried over to Syren and listened. "Don't draw attention", good enough for Effay; she was used to blending in. As they walked forward, she looked back at the Citadel. It's height had amazed her ever since she arrived, it's size dominating over the rest of the city.

    Effay noticed Syren pulling over her hood, and did the same, her montrals shaping tips at the top of the cowl. “There is a spaceport not a mile from here, but it could be guarded.” Effay looked around. “If we walk straight, we should see it,” she said, then continued walking forward.

    Staying just a single step behind Effay, Syren kept a keen eye on their surroundings while stretching out through the Force. No real danger was present, no hostility directed at them. Of course there wouldn’t be, they blended in quite well with those they shared the avenue with. The ever-present stormtroopers had thinned out as well the further away they moved from the Citadel.

    Casting her dark gaze back to her apprentice, Syren knew that with as little as she had gleaned from the girl since they were paired together, now was as good a time as any to get a feel for Effay’s drive and determination; to see who she was. While the High Lord had a fairly certain idea where they were and where they were heading, she had instead chosen to allow her companion to take point. As they continued on for a while and walked with purpose, she had yet to regret that decision.

    Then, as a large, dingy structure came into view at the end of the road they traveled, Syren gently grasped Effay’s arm to stop her. Giving a nod in the direction of their destination, she spoke in a hushed voice. “Is it Imperial-operated or privately owned?” One would obviously make things more problematic than the other.

    Effay stopped to think. She would know, because it was the spaceport she arrived at upon landing on New Moraband. "It's private". She kept walking forward in the direction of the spaceport, slowly so Syren wouldn't lose her in the crowd. Effay was lucky the spaceport was privately owned when she first arrived. If it was under Imperial control, she'd have been recognized as the Empire's run-away Inquisitor and would face the consequences of escaping her duty.

    She kept speaking as she walked. "The clan that runs it doesn't want it to be available to outsiders, so there should be security guarding the outside. Nobody here likes to share". They weren't far from the port by now, so Effay grabbed her lightsaber hilts and held them underneath her robe so nobody would see. The spaceport was just out of town, so luckily nobody would be around to see. Once they reached their destination, the guards around the spaceport held up their blasters towards them. They wore Clone armor with designs spray-painted all over them, and a sword symbol on the upper left breastplate to represent their clan.

    Effay was too far away to use her Affect Mind, which at her knowledge of the ability, wasn't dependable anyways. One of the guards began yelling at Effay and Syren to leave immediately, but Effay started walking faster, and pulled out her lightsabers, igniting them. She wasn't going to negotiate.

    “Effay, NO,” Syren growled low as she once again clutched the girl’s arm, this time not all that gently. Pulling her back so that they both now faced away from the spaceport, she tugged her once to indicate they walk in the opposite direction. The alerted guards were still shouting at the pair with weapons raised.

    “Remember what I told you, do not draw attention to yourself,” she scolded. Once they could no longer hear the guards' threats and had lost themselves in the crowd, Syren calmed her mind and refocused. Releasing her hold on the Togrutan, she pointed subtly to her weapons. “Put those away and keep them there for now. We need an alternate route and fast, we’ve wasted precious time.” Taking a few steps to the side she turned back and scanned the main entrance again. It was guarded by a trio of beings that she could see, possibly more that she could not. Continuing to examine the structure, she noted a narrow ledge that wrapped around to the side and cut down an alley. She had an idea.

    “Follow my lead and stay close. We’re going up and in with as little commotion as possible.” Syren turned to give her apprentice a sharp look. “You are training to be an assassin, act accordingly.” Without hesitation she then darted off down the side of the street expecting Effay to be on her tail.

    Effay turned off her lightsabers and tucked them under her belt as Syren commanded. "Sorry" she said, looking down. "You are training to be an assassin, act accordingly." Effay stopped for a moment to think about that, then ran after Syren. Behind them, one of the guards held his wrist up to his mouth and was calling in what just happened, the other still aiming his blaster in the direction the two Sith just ran.

    Effay fastened her hood as they entered back into the crowd. "Ok, so now we know there are two guards at the front" she said while turning her head to look for an angle from which they could watch the spaceport. "I think there's a hilltop nearby we can scout the building from. It's tall enough to act as a vantage point".

    Taking a hard turn down the alley she scoped out seconds earlier, once they both fell into the shadows she stopped short and paused. Feeling out with her senses and utilizing the Force she detected no living beings in the direct vicinity. Perfect. Quickly acknowledging Effay’s suggestion, Syren shook her head once as she peered up. Three guards, apprentice and the hilltop would work if we had wanted to take our time,” she began while thinking. Scrutinizing the ledge above, she noted a decrepit and rusty ventilation hatch conveniently within reach. Even better. “But considering one’s options instead of reacting impulsively will aid you in the future. You’re learning.”

    Signaling to Effay that they jump, Syren leapt gracefully to the narrow outcropping and used the Force to unseal their chosen entry point. Metal grinded and whined but gave way under her strength and she easily slid into the open shaft. Knees and hands were instantly coated in soot and other dirt and debris while she silently ushered them along. Effay jumped up to the hatch and squirmed her way inside. Her hilts would be uncomfortable, rubbing against her legs as she crawled. Her montrals banged the top of the shaft when she put her head up too. She grunted and growled in irritation.

    Reaching the end, Syren dropped down into a maintenance closet of some sort and waited for Effay to return to her side before peering out through a door. Once she made her way through, Effay hopped out of the shaft and took off her cloak which was covered in soot.

    There, just down a wide corridor was a terminal designated as LP9. Sensing no one close enough to spot them, she glanced back once and they made their move. Sticking close to the walls, it was mere moments before they were in the dimly lit hangar and crouched behind a large stack of cargo crates. Inspecting their surroundings, a small, nondescript freighter sat upon the landing pad seemingly just waiting for the pair of assassins to arrive. Its hull looked well-worn and abused, most likely due to being used for somewhat nefarious purposes. The registration was most likely altered as well, which she was counting on. This was it, this was the one.

    Already aware of how many beings were within the hangar and aboard the ship they would soon be occupying, Syren looked intently to her companion. “What do you sense?”

    Effay closed her eyes and concentrated. A togruta's montrals were the best at observing one's environment, accompanied by the force was like seeing with your own eyes. "I sense eleven of them.....two are guarding the entrance to the other side of the room...Three are unarmed, they're just carrying cargo on and off a ship, which is surrounded by another four of them...two are walking off the ship right now..both of them have powerfully-charged electrostaffs.." She opened back up her eyes and put her hands over her lightsaber hilts. "Do we need to take our ship by force?" she asked, depending on her master's decision.

    “Very good,” Syren responded before letting out a heavy sigh. She knew they must take this vessel and she knew discretion was key. The Night Herald would be expecting nothing less than near silence from them but here they were, surrounded by trouble that would no doubt be loud. She looked to her eager apprentice, so young and daring. She had been that way at her age and vividly remembered the moment it all changed for her; the blood of her parents on her hands, her first kills and how they fundamentally altered how she behaved and carried herself. It was the act that had forged her, the act that birthed Syren. Effay would be forced into a similar situation shortly, a test that the High Lord would closely monitor.

    Turning around to face the entrance they had snuck through, there was a wall panel there with several controls. And an alarm. “Force will be unfortunately necessary but we will thin out the crowd first. Ready yourself.” Quickly gathering the Force, she punched out a hand to send a wave of kinetic energy directly at the designated target. The panel turned from green to red and almost immediately triggered blaring klaxons that sounded all around them. Keenly watching the scene unfold as the shouts of the startled guards mingled with the electronic wails, the two by the door on the far wall as well as the four armed beings that held watch over the freighter dashed from their posts and disappeared. Six gone, 5 remaining.

    “Run for the ship, NOW. Keep the guards there from leaving the hold,” Syren yelled at Effay and watched as the girl hopped over the crates and ran straight for the electrostaff guards. Before following, the assassin paused. The Force signatures of the two guards she had just sent her apprentice after still remained on the ship… so that meant the beings Effay was about to engage just outside the vessel were of a mechanical nature, not flesh and blood. Swearing loudly, she knew there was no time to aid the Togrutan. Having her own victims to take care of, she sprung out from the shadows to walk swiftly at the trio of unarmed workers nearby.

    Meanwhile, the first guard swung at Effay, but she ceased the strike with the force, then cut his head off. Right as this happened, the second guard immediately attacked, and Effay would block each strike with precision before beginning to parry and overwhelm him. Before she could go far with her second opponent, the first, without a head, joined into the fight while electricity burst from where his head was.

    Magnaguards. Effay realized she'd need more than a critical strike to kill one of these fools. Fortunately, she'd read up on Greivous' magnaguards during her days as an Inquisitor. She knew their attack patterns and weaknesses, but whether she could exploit those or not was different. She wasn't used to fighting robots. But one thing she had over them was the force. Effay backflipped away from the fight, and as planned, both guards ran after her. She turned off her lightsabers, then right as the magnaguards were close enough, she used the force to push their electrostaffs into themselves. The blast of electricity caused the droids to shake violently, then fall down wasted. Effay quickly removed the hood off of the second droid to see if she was right about them being magnaguards, and they were. Effay must not have concentrated too hard to not see they were artificial and not living. She was too eager for action, again. Strapping away her lightsaber hilts underneath her belt, she ran for the ship.

    As Effay held her own, Syren had closed in with a sudden burst of speed and reached down with her left hand to free her vibroblade. The dark side pulsed about her, rapidly building with her approach and before any of the small group had time to react the first of them was cut down, Syren’s blade slicing out at the human’s throat. Leaping out at the next, the masked creature threw its arms up defensively but she had moved too fast, stabbing once deeply into the side of its green-skinned neck. The final victim had tried to make a run for it but the assassin simply grasped the body with the Force, flinging it back towards her. As it skidded to a halt the human woman yelled out, pleading with her to stop. She threw a knee down to crush the other’s windpipe in response, silencing her voice forever. For good measure, her blade plunged into her chest.

    Once Effay was inside, the cockpit was right in front of her. She hopped in a seat and activated the ship. "Weapons, weapons" she scrambled for the turret system. "Aha." Effay remembered, the two buttons on top of the steer made the turrets shoot. Effay had only been accustomed to casual flying, rather than shooting in air battles, so her knowledge of a ship's fighting system was less than sufficient. The ship blasted a large hole through one of the walls, and through the opening the outside lights of the city shined through the spaceport.

    As the debris and smoke rained down around, Syren’s frustration reached the breaking point. She let loose a furious scream that rang out over the continuous alarms as the bodies at her feet were flung outwards with the power of her rage. Stalking towards the freighter, she fleetingly thought of either throwing her apprentice off the ship or killing her altogether. How had this mission fallen this far apart and this fast?! Passing the ravaged droid parts, she lifted her arms and threw them towards the small open ramp, the pieces levitating and flying into the hold. They couldn’t be left behind, not when so recognizably dispatched by a lightsaber.

    Once at the top of the ramp, Effay immediately sealed the doors and took off heading for open space. But Syren paid her not-so-subtle apprentice no mind, for the moment. There were still two more guards aboard this ship who had seemed to think it better to hide than to try and face a pair of Sith. Still seething, she stepped towards a storage hatch near the cockpit and ripped the door clean off the wall to reveal a human cowering in fear. She reached out an open hand then clenched it into a fist, focusing intently on his beating heart. She squeezed and squeezed until blood seeped from his mouth and he fell out onto the floor, dead. He hadn’t even time to struggle.

    Every nerve was alight with the dark side, so she felt him before he was there. Pivoting on the spot, just a few feet away stood the other guard with a blaster rifle aimed right for her. Dodging to the side, his one shot missed before she slammed him back against the ship’s hull, the Force clamping down over his airway. His rifle clattered to the ground as he pawed uselessly at his throat. “Put the ship on autopilot and get out here,” she called to Effay, her voice taut like a wire. She decided that test for her apprentice had not gone to plan and would happen now, whether the girl was ready or not. If she failed, she was done, it was that simple.

    As they left orbit, Effay stretched and walked around the cockpit. She felt a sense of accomplishment and relief, yet was fearful of the anger she sensed from Syren as she called for Effay. She put the ship on autopilot and exited the cockpit.

    Not moving an inch, Syren waited for her companion to appear and once she did she cast her darkened gaze in her direction. “Kill him,” she ordered before releasing her hold on the man, allowing him to collapse to the floor. Mustering up the courage to not go down without a fight, he scrambled for his weapon while choking for breath. “Unless you’d like him to kill you.”

    Effay looked at the man as he felt for his blaster. She would hesitate at first, as this moment reminded her of the days she served the Empire; the first days she swore her allegiance to them. As she reached through the dark side, she was beginning to hallucinate. She saw her old master Fis Afka, crawling towards her. He was bruised and with both legs cut off. "End him, unless you wish to join him", a voice said to her. It was one of the Inquisitors she knew from years ago, and Effay was recalling the first time they'd met.

    She had seen this before and knew how it ended, only this time the Empire wasn't what Effay was swearing her allegiance to. She used the force to cease Afka by the neck. He was struggling, with one hand around his throat and the other reaching out to his Effay. There was a snapping sound, and then she awoke from the hallucination. In front of her was the man she was to kill, lying dead, and Syren standing over him.

    As she stared down the body at her feet, Syren’s anger had subsided enough to think beyond her disappointment. Mostly. This mission had started off the complete opposite of her expectations, going against her most engrained instinct to move silently and unnoticed. The blame fell on her shoulders, not her apprentice’s; she was a Master now and this girl her responsibility. Looking back to Effay, she knew she had potential underneath her rough edges. She would learn.

    Nodding once to the Togrutan, Syren moved to the cockpit and sank into the co-pilot’s seat. The viewport was filled with the vast blackness of space, their stolen ride pulling them ever farther from home. Unfastening the secured pocket inside the sleeve of her suit, she carefully removed the data chip Haretisch had given them. “Let’s see what comes next,” she muttered mostly to herself but loud enough that Effay would hear. Locating the proper insertion point in the center console to display whatever information was stored on the device, she took a breath and activated it.


    TAGS: Togrutan_Jedi Darth_wanderguard
     
  5. WookieeRage

    WookieeRage Force Ghost star 5

    Registered:
    Feb 3, 2016
    IC: Darth Ravenous

    The words were but sweet, echoing whispers to the Wookiee of what he already wanted to do; Make an 'example' of these people...

    "This one's yours Ravenous..."

    Staying cloaked beneath his wardrobe he began with brooding steps towards the poor victim. As he closed in to the shaking man the Sith Spawn grasped the man by the throat, lifting him effortlessly up into the air. Meanwhile his tendrils flailed to life, pushing his cloak wildly outwards, Ravenous’ face was illuminated and the grasped man looked directly into the face of evil. The Wookiee’s eyes were blood red and his beard tendrils reached hopelessly and hungrily toward the raised man, The smell of urine filled Ravenous’ nose as the man defiled himself. The Wookiee smirked before raising his Bone-tipped Tenticles over his frame. A few tense moments passed before the Wookiee close the gap with the appendages. The man remained impaled upon the wall as Ravenous feasted upon his fresh kill. After he was done he threw the corpse aside and recomposed his cloak over his face fading back into the ranks like a trained hound, his appendages felt as if they dug deeper into his body, gaining strength from the fresh flesh he had consumed.


    He watched as the others indulged into their dark nature upon the poor souls that lay before them. Surely they would be contested for these actions by someone of higher rank. They were but mere guests in this realm. Powerful guests, yet still guests.

    Tag:corinthia, Lady Belligerent, Obelisk squad
     
  6. corinthia

    corinthia Jedi Grand Master star 4

    Registered:
    Feb 16, 2016
    Sub-GM Update

    IC: Darth Hesper
    The Obelisk

    The shuttle soon gently set down in the Obelisk’s hangar bay, and the team exited the shuttle; Hesper allowed Zalen to lead, and followed closely behind her, silently. Ravenous lumbered behind, along with Osnil on his kaadu, Cocytus, and Leda. They arrived shortly at a set of turbolifts, and the group of Sith tucked themselves into one lift with the officer that was leading them to the bridge.

    Zalen’s eyes were on everything, scrutinizing and making note. Hesper, however, had her gaze pointed straight ahead and was mapping the area in the Force, gathering impressions from nearby crew, and making note of the physical surroundings. She could feel her team’s anticipation radiating from behind her, and a corner of her mouth turned upward in satisfaction.

    When they arrived at the bridge, the bridge crew was already lined up in two neat rows at attention. Hesper nodded to Lady Zalen, giving her command of the briefing. Bellorum had said Zalen would certainly make an impact, and Hesper was looking forward to seeing it. Zalen made her way down the aisle the two rows of officers created, her boot heels clacking loudly and her posture impeccable. She scrutinized all the officers, giving a young officer at the end of the line a particularly intense assessment before turning and coming back to the captain at the beginning of the line. Hesper stood at the head of the two lines, hands clasped before herself and hidden by her long, billowy sleeves. She put out an aura of icy, calm vigilance. Secretly, she hoped her pale, dead left eye would unnerve the officers—though certainly gargantuan Ravenous standing behind her was doing a much better job of that.

    “Captain Csapla, I presume,” Zalen said as she stepped near the captain and proffered her hand. The captain bent and pressed his lips to Zalen’s hand—then Zalen forced him down to his knees. “This is much better,” she sneered. “This is practice for when Dark Lady Bellorum is on board. You will kneel before her, and you will show her the respect befitting her station. As heir to the Sith Empire, you will treat her as your Empress.”

    Hesper inclined her head, taking in Zalen’s words. Zalen continued to harass the captain until she demanded he choose a number.

    “Eight, milady,” the captain rushed to say.

    Zalen pointed at him. “One,” she began, then counted off, assigning numbers to crew members as she went down the line, until she reached eight. In a blink, she bisected the officer, and he fell to the floor in two pieces. She continued this pattern, teasing the captain again by killing a young woman that particularly shocked him, until Zalen turned to the group and called for Ravenous, giving him the next kill. Osnil got the next one, then Cocytus, then Leda, and finally: “High Lord Hesper, the last one is yours.” Zalen inclined her head towards Hesper with respect, and Hesper acknowledged with a nod.

    “Thank you, Zalen,” Hesper said quietly, removing her hands from her sleeves. In her right hand was her long-handled saber hilt, and it shone dully in the artificial light on the bridge. Her left hand she extended before herself, and with a gentle motion, she called the officer Zalen had picked for her towards her hand with the Force. As the young Imperial came flying towards her, Hesper ignited her blade. She took three steps forward, meeting the officer half-way, and flourished her saber in a twirl before slicing outward with surprising strength and vigor. In one elegant motion he was decapitated, and the young man’s head rolled from his shoulders to the floor, eyes still wide and frightened. Hesper paused to deactivate her crimson lightsaber and replace it in her sleeve, then slowly knelt to take up the head in her hands.

    Standing, she turned and strolled back to the captain, and nonchalantly shoved the dismembered head into Csapla’s hands. She halted at the head of the lines again, and addressed her team. “Ravenous, Osnil, and Zalen—split up and begin interrogations of the crew and troops. Use whatever means necessary to suss out spies and traitors—and make it frightening. Ravenous, begin in engineering. Osnil, begin in the aft area of the crew quarters—Zalen, begin in the fore. Make sure to not only question the crew, but sweep for spying devices, too. Be thorough, and work your way from aft to fore. Zalen will help you if need be, though I suspect you will both be successful on your own.” She paused, and made eye contact with Ravenous, Osnil, and Zalen in turn. “Cocytus and I will begin here on the bridge and in communications, and work our way down to the officers’ quarters. Keep your comlinks on, and immediately report to me any suspicious activity or unauthorized droids, cams, or recording devices you find. I want this ship scrubbed clean of traitorous activity.” Hesper threw a stinging glare at Captain Csapla. “You’re dismissed to begin your assignments.”

    “Cocytus, Leda—walk with me.” Hesper gestured to the girl and the Kaminoan to follow. Hesper started towards the turbolifts, and as Cocytus and Leda fell in behind her, she spoke quietly over her shoulder. “Our work here on the bridge is done, for the time being. I don’t sense that there will be any treachery from the staff here, currently, but that could be subject to change. Cocytus and I will come back should the need arise.” Coming to a stop, Hesper reached out and pressed the up button for the lifts. “Leda, your assignment will begin officially here on the Obelisk; when we reach the communications deck, you’ll begin by laying the groundwork to slice into the Revelator and the Lesser Insipid, the other Triumvirs’ ships. Upload the data from the datapad I gave you to the Obelisk, create a data spike for each ship, and set up our end here to receive all their communications. Meanwhile, Cocytus will begin with questioning the communications officers.”

    They stepped into the turbolift when its doors opened, and Hesper turned to face the pair as it took them up to the comms station. The lift ride was short, and they rode in silence.

    Arriving at the communications center, Hesper strode purposefully into the center of the room, and stared down all the officers there. “Who is the Chief Communications Officer?” she demanded in a steely, loud voice. When the timid Chief stepped up, Hesper gestured for Cocytus to come forward. “Cocytus,” she addressed her apprentice. “Probe his mind. Find out what this man knows.”

    With Cocytus interrogating the Chief Officer, Hesper turned back to Leda and lowered her voice to a whisper, stepping close enough for only Leda to hear. “What I am about to say to you I say in utter confidence that I have your loyalty. I didn't want to give you this part of your assignment with Zalen so nearby-- she's quite loyal to Bellorum.” Hesper’s eyes lingered on Leda, studying her expression. “I want you to not only slice into the Emperor and the Night Herald’s ships, but also into Bellorum’s.” Producing a second, palm-sized datapad from her secret-filled sleeves, she held it out to Leda. “When you program Bellorum’s ship to receive the Emperor’s and the Night Herald’s transmissions, program this to receive transmissions from all three ships.”

    Hesper’s eyes glinted with treason. “I want to hear everything.


    TAG: Lady Belligerent, Darth Cocytus, QueenSabe7, WookieeRage, Darth Osnil
     
  7. Sinrebirth

    Sinrebirth Mod-Emperor of the EUC, Lit, RPF and SWC star 10 Staff Member Manager

    Registered:
    Nov 15, 2004
    IC: Grand Moff Ike
    Hologram

    Ike tapped a handful of buttons as he finished his conversation. One of the Stormtroopers produced the Holoprojector and added Kronos, Esmerelda, Jagall and their crew to the holo-discussion as Thunderous and Lenora arrived in the Hangar.

    Irritation crossed the visage of the Grand Moff as he caught what Aryan had said.

    Lenora actively rolled her eyes and tugged Thunderous to follow her up the shuttle ramp. They did need to get going, as he had suggested.

    She, Thunderous, Teafa and Aryan would receive personal communiques on their datapads. Simultaneous to the discussion with Ike, a second shuttle arrived, silently. Lenora absently noted it, but glanced at the message.

    Take the first shuttle in the hangar into orbit. I shall see you shortly.

    Surreptitiously, now.

    Your God-Emperor


    Lenora tried not to allow her alarm to trickle into the Force. It didn't hold. Instead it rippled slightly outward, but while Jagall would detect it, Kronos would not. The troopers and Esmerelda were dumb to it, and Ike was preoccupied narrowing his eyes.

    Lenora nudged herself up the ramp, and say in the pilot's seat. The shuttle was sleek, and new. It had an upgraded suite, and she knew it would barely purr when she lifted it up. One of the Stormtroopers took it upon himself to follow her up the ramp, and Lenora glanced at Thunderous to quietly deal with the man, hoping he'd catch the hint, as she slapped a message into the group discussion. Kronos might notice that, at least.

    I shall wheel around to the main medbay window. Be ready.

    Risky. And potentially dangerous.

    Especially as Titus was not in the group that Insipid had spoken to directly.

    Ike, for his part, bit back at the Aryan. 'The Emperor is indisposed. He traded his freedom so that you three could receive the very best Imperial medical treatment. Anark has been sent to ensure his health remains even now.' A grin widened. 'So I expect my financial proceedings against Aden will be resolved quite terminally.' Ike used Insipid's true name as if such an affront was without consequence.

    'I have the full authority of the Grand Admiral to direct the reconciliation of the Zakuul populace under Sith rule, on the basis that said Sith rule does not run counter to Imperial policy, and, more specifically, when we discover the location of the Imperial rogues known as the First Order, the Sith will lend the Empire of the Hand their full might.'

    Ike was so full of himself even Aryan's jibes bounced off. His eyes shone with the kind of confidence that could consume only a zealot. 'I have little doubt that you will do all of the legwork, Aryan, but you are not considered consistent enough to be a Moff.'

    'Hang on,' snapped Esmerelda. 'I was supposed to be the Imperial negotiator. You can't cut my first mission out from under me.'

    Ike wheeled on her, angered that she would dare disagree with him in front of her betters. He was a Sith. They were just his pawns. 'Would you rather I appoint your 'boyfriend' leadership of the mission? Mr Stoic himself?'

    Esmerelda felt colour reach her cheeks, but could not back down. She was being humiliated in front of the others. She needed power to ever be able to break away from the Order and leave Kronos. Especially when Ike knew about her intentions. 'He is twice the man you are, and thrice that of Aryan Graul, who made his political career on the back of an affair with Empress Fel!'

    This was escalating, and Ike was giving nobody opportunity to interject.

    'Perhaps he did so while on his back!' Ike laughed, and then leered, glancing to the others. 'Lets see how the boyfriend deals with this! Jedi Jagall, Stormtroopers. Darth Kronos is a threat to Imperial interests.'

    The doctor watching the whole drama beside Aryan, Teafa and Titus swallowed loudly. This was a farce. It was not Imperial. He subconsciously stepped closer to one of the trays of laser-scalpels, which was also closer to Titus. He was an arms reach from either, now. 'Shouldn't you head to the hangar and resolve this before blood is spilled?' He said it to all three of them, but specifically to Titus, to distract him.

    The three troopers in the hangar raised their rifles at Kronos as Ike completely fixated on those there, to the exclusion of the witnesses in the medbay. 'Darth Kronos, if you can negotiate this delicate situation, you can live. Even better, you can have command of the mission.'

    Esmerelda glanced at Jagall. How would he spring? He had seemed polite enough... But Ike was a Grand Moff...

    She blinked back tears, all a sudden, but they were all unshed, all for Kronos.

    What was she doing cozying up to Ike for power?

    TAG: HanSolo29, Darth Kronos, Darth_Elu, A Blind Prophet, Darth Master Titus, PCCViking


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  8. Mitth_Fisto

    Mitth_Fisto Chosen One star 6

    Registered:
    Sep 29, 2005
    IC: Soliloquy
    In orbit of New Moraband

    The shuttle arrived by the dungeon ship, and it could feel the touch, the blanket being drawn as by a child to keep the monsters at bay. To hide beneath a sheet so that others could not see. It was amazing how smart some children were, as Darth Insipid reached out with his mind and, for a brief moment, sought to conceal both him, Soliquoy and Anark in the Force. With a simple thought it followed the lead of the Emperor, but it did not take the blanket, nor even weave it more, it simply shrank away. From the palm of a hand to a dimple of space, to the spark of a piece of part code, it shrank away until that universe was reborn on an entirely different level.

    For a moment, in that moment before the blanket was drawn and the world grew too impossibly huge to notice a hair on a mote of light, it noticed it former students. Jwob and Kwea, would they notice it? It did not know, and for now, it really didn't matter.

    Darth Insipid simply gestured from Soliquoy to the comm, it did not even both the sluggish and dull droid circuits to know the truth of that invitation and Soliloquy simply nudged the commands along. After all it was small to the Force, not to the socket or droid within which it rested. Layers upon layers, the true masters lived on both, neither, and all at once. It was so close, daze the senses, and you can see it all. One Captain Marshin was personally inquiring after them, a servants action for a man of such high rank except on the smallest of vessels. So it was clearly some being of higher standing and with mental issues more important was aboard and in-charge. 'Shuttle Aitch-Seven, you are not a scheduled arrival. Your codes check out but confirm the reason for you entering a restricted area.' Insipid placed a finger on his lips and left the Holocron to it as he saw fit.

    The droid tilted it's head as it processed the new request, the voice lilting and tilting through a gambit before settling on a young officer, one it had met in passing, whose voice it had only ever had sampled in the young man's head. It was good to lay out questions, layered therein to give depth to the whole thing. "Delivering parts and teaching supplies to the Sith Temple." it tapped out a few codes and minimalist data. Something befitting the light sensor profile they had to be giving. Not to mention the very faded life form readings.

    Meanwhile Insipid spoke in hushed tones with Anark, and the droid listened in for it. Acoustics in a shuttle were simply atrocious it had to increase the gain to what would be painful levels if not for the filters so that the holocron itself merely received a text based translation of the words it was hearing. 'I can feel Aryan in the Force. It must have had something to do with my Godhood taking part in his body... My essence is fully here...' Insipid's eyes unfocused, picking up a conversation a century old. 'Ship said that it was possible to leave a 'wake' in the Force; perhaps Aryan has become that wake... A Force sensitive.'

    It was interesting news. Then the gain meter skyrocketed as the speech of the Emperor was directed to it once more as it awaited a reply from the Imperial ship. 'There is a dungeon ship in orbit. Four Force users are aboard. One Jedi Master - Radian - but also fallen Jedi and a fallen Imperial Knight you may recall. Antares Draco. I intend to weave them into a faux Order that we can use as a disposable pawn in the future.' Reach and grasp, the Emperor was truly ambitious.

    Insipid smiled. 'I have allowed their sedation and locked cells to come undone at a certain point in Mandamus' daily pacing. They will try to escape. I wish for you to join their efforts, on the basis that I intend to seek redemption in the light. Assist them in taking the dungeon ship - there are exactly thirty nine Stormtroopers aboard and the crew is skeleton at best otherwise - but make sure it crashes. Refine them. Weed out the ones we cannot mould. Turn those you can.'

    It found this rather delectable, so sweet, however, the droid had taken the earlier notion of spying to it's core programming and found something else, something which caused its attention to be bifurcated. A news report had interfered with the droids signal and it took it back, and then some. A tabloid. About the God-Emperor...something was plain for it to see whomever was the author, the inspiration was a traitor that had had a finger in it's own manipulation to loose track of time, to loose a student as it grew to ripeness; a Chiss newscaster ridiculing a Sith God that had appeared in the Unknown Regions was the heart of it. A heart which it displayed with a few deft key strokes on the drop down screen moments after the Emperor finished giving directions.

    The God-Emperor gripped Anark's shoulder. 'There is a launch you can use while we head down below. You should leave swiftly, unless you require anything from me.'

    'I name you the head of my Dark Side Elite.' From the fold of a robe he produced a ring. 'Take this. Darth Talon left such an item for Darth Arach to use. To conceal herself. She thought it destroyed but it cannot be so easily dealt with.'

    "Impressive. But there is something you should see." it simply stated as the droid body stood after finishing the transmission with fabricated orders properly to the Star Destroyer.

    TAG: Sinrebirth, Snokers
     
  9. Captain Owen

    Captain Owen Jedi Knight star 2

    Registered:
    Jan 1, 2017
    OOC: Sorry for a late reply.

    IC: Xel Saxon,
    Arena, Citadel, Sanctorium, New Moraband

    After speaking about his fear, Xel silently waited, until the others spoke. They spoke loud and clearly, after hearing there speeches. Xel carefully memorised them, just in case he needed that useful information in the future. Gazing upon them, and examining there words Saxon then heard a grunting noise, and the small green creature hand reached out, the Mandalorian believed he was reading there minds, he cared not to resist, and let the creature read his damaged mind, Xel is a very patient man, and remained hushed, as the others were too. The creature began to talk, Xel looked him in his eyes, seeing the anger and hatred that stood upon this creature, knowing of his power. "All very different are your fears. Very different... and yet the same, But all from the same place, do they come. Fear of death? Perhaps. Perhaps not. Fear of defeat? Yes. Master these fears you must, feed them you must, keep them alive. Let them make you STRONG," In continuation to this, Saxon understood, this extremely wise creature, and decided to use his fear, to gain power over others, he was getting furious, thinking about this, however, he continued to do as the creature had said.

    Xel heard the creature laugh evily, the creature to Xel was very menacing, and intimidating. Xel did not dare to question it. Suddenly, Saxon heard noises, as if something had been opened, and saw three trapdoors opening. At the end of the Arena, opposite to the group of men. A platform raised from, each trapdoor, with a Terentarek on each platform. They charged at each of the men, swiftly Saxon did not engage in combat with the large deadly creature, and instead dodged the charge it had made at him. In realisation of what the creature said, Xel straight away knew how he would defeat this creature, although he did not like it. He began to think of his fear, of his clan, of his people being tortured, and being enslaved, killed and all of the worse things that could happen to them. Building up this anger, hatred and fury. Saxon began to prepare for an attack on the Terentarek.

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  10. Nehru_Amidala

    Nehru_Amidala Force Ghost star 7

    Registered:
    Oct 3, 2016
    IC: Darth Hekate
    Lorekeeper's Library, Citadel, Sanctorium, New Moraband

    Hekate nodded towards Lord Hades, and bowed her head in a reverent manner, "If that is your wish, Lord Hades, then I shall honor your request and assist you and your group when we land. Now, if you all will excuse me, I must see that I am prepared for the journey ahead." Pushing back the chair, she bowed reverently to her seniors, she waved good-bye to Reiss and exited the room. Now that she had been given definite instructions, her anxiety level dropped significantly and Trav began bothering her about what she was going to pack.

    "All I can say is, it's about kriffing time people around here started appreciating you," he groused sourly as she began packing. Rummaging through her drawers for googles and a heavy-duty breathing mask, she tossed plastine canisters to him, which he then tossed into the open backpack. She shrugged, "I am already appreciated, Trav. My master appreciates me, and so does Reiss. You can add Lord Hades and Lady Bellorum to the list. Besides, we spent 3 weeks there with Master Zee-vah when I was 16, remember?" Trav nodded, boy did he remember that trip.

    It took nearly half an hour, but Hekate was packed and ready to go. She figured she should message Lord Hades and Lady Bellorum about needing breath masks when they reached the area, the pollen had saturated the air and anybody who wasn't wearing a breathing mask or was suffering from a cold were free form hallucinations. So, she used the Force to retrieve her datapad and typed the following message: "Lady Bellorum, Lord Hades; Just to let you know, the air surrounding the temple grounds is saturated with the hallucinogenic flowers' pollen, so everyone will need breathing masks. Sincerely, Hekate."

    Tag: @corinthia @Mikaboshi @E. L.Knight @Darth Rozic @Lady Belligerent @DarthIshyZ
     
  11. dragonsith13

    dragonsith13 Jedi Grand Master star 4

    Registered:
    Apr 3, 2005
    T'Tkura
    Slave Ship
    Unknown Orbit

    Everything had blurred for days. Weeks. Months. Who knew. The only thing constant was the force, but even that drew upon darker means. The dimly lit cells offered little in the vantage, except the durasteal walls and oppressive force suppressant measures that one could feel around them.
    T’Tkura’s vision blurred as he blinked the ceiling coming into focus as a light flickered, perhaps a momentary power surge. T’kura felt himself fading again back into a restless exhausted sleep.

    ~On station~

    “Five minutes Master Jedi!!!”

    T’Tkura heard the Lieutenants voice across the bridge, echoing to all present. Indicator lights and threat beacons began to light up on the bridge as well as the large holographic display in front of him. T’Tkura was observing the tactical map, a holographic projection of the known Sith fleet already in position around the supposed planet of Mortis. A Low grunt emanating from him as he raised a hand toggling a piece of the Sith fleet and enlarging it to view it more closely. Antares Draco stood nearby observing the moving intelligence feed. A small cadre of younger Knights barely older than what would be considered padawans, made up the outer circle of the command deck, along with Officers and Staff of the Cruiser.

    “One minute Master Jedi.” A First Lieutenant slid up next to T’Tkura announcing to Draco and him of their impending arrival. The officer returned to her duties on the bridge, leaving the Jedi to as they approached dropping out of hyperspace into Mortis’ orbit.

    Searing sudden pain. Unexpected. T’Tkura who was preparing to launch fighter and assault squadrons, reeled in pain. His arm was gone and as a crew member rushed to his side he staggered to stay composed. T’Tkura began to rise up attempting to focus and resume.

    “Red Squadron! Silver squadron! On the ready pree.. pare toooo d-d-deploy.” T’Tkura was up barking commands. “Landing crafts Omega, Zeta, and……..” T’Tkura’s voice trailed off as he began to fall back. “Captain b-b-bring… us ab-bout, wwwwaypoint…. Mi..re..a.s.s..sss.” T’Tkura slipped, passing out.


    ~Awakening~

    The tight cramped cell, offered little comfort, still T’Tkura kept his breathing steady. Reaching out and healing. He could feel the faint signatures of his brothers and sisters nearby. A faint light growing brighter, corresponding with the sound of metal sliding. Opening.

    T’Tkura leaned and rolled… but felt the strap restraints against him, preventing him from leaving the durasteal bed slab he was strapped to. A grunt of discomfort and painful breath as he tried to focus. Delirious from drugs coursing through his veins.

    T’Tkura’s eyes followed the path of his arm down to an IV imbedded in his arm. A slow drip of fluids from a dispensing tube imbedded above in the ceiling. Whomever it was, they were keeping him alive, but there was more to it. Groggy and hallucinating… a state of submission and disarray.

    T’Tkura stared down at his remaining arm, a needle IV penetrating it. Calmness and focus overcoming him.

    The IV remained motionless. Deep breathes… Slowly it moved withdrawing… eventually completely.

    It would take time for his system to begin filtering and expelling the toxins and poisons pumped into him.

    T’Tkura leaned to his left scraping one of his tusks under a strap, painfully pulling back. Starting the slow process of wearing it down.

    Hours later, a small tear opened. His shoulder rose, exerting more force on the strap and causing it to slack more. His arm slinked free and began to work at the side of the table slab, uncoupling the restraints.

    T’Tkura stopped for a moment opening himself and listening for signs of the other signatures he faintly felt.

    Slowly uncoupling the reaming straps. T’Tkura rose, stumbling into the side of the cell. Bracing himself. Shaking his head, and subsequently trying to shake off the groggy feeling. As his hand reached out tracing the wall of the cell to the cell entrance that was now open. T’Tkura stepped forward bracing again as he moved from cell wall to open cell door. Peering out quickly into the hallway, before quickly pulling back to hide his head and gaze.


    He could feel his brothers and sisters close…

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  12. Darth Rozic

    Darth Rozic Jedi Master star 3

    Registered:
    Dec 27, 2015
    IC: Darth Foedus

    Sith Temple, New Moraband

    "I'll be with you shortly master, first I must make preparations for our mission," replied Foedus.

    He pushed through the small crowd and made his way out of the library. Down the halls he sprinted until he reached the armory. Plasteel containers and footlockers were scattered through the room, each with a variety of equipment in it. Foedus started to gather bits and pieces.

    "Bombs; check. Grapling cord; check. Tools for reparing mask; check." Foedus murmured to himself.

    Foedus activated the comm in his mask which was automatically atuned to his masters channel.

    "I'm ready m'lord. Where shall we be departing from?"

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  13. SkooterDawg

    SkooterDawg Jedi Knight star 2

    Registered:
    Dec 21, 2016
    OOC: I aplogize for the delay. I had a lot of homework this week.

    IC: Xauder Dhoj
    --Arena, Citadel, Sanctorium
    When every man spoke, the little green thing reached out with his hands and closed his eyes. Xauder felt a pang in his mind- as if he wasn't in control, or someone else was in there. He heard the voice of the Sith Lord. "All very different are your fears. Very different... and yet the same. But all from the same place, do they come. Fear of death? Perhaps. Perhaps not. Fear of defeat? Yes. Master these fears you must, feed them you must, keep them alive. Let them make you STRONG.” Xauder heard the Master laughing, and then felt something he had never felt before in his life. He felt that he had no control.
    ---
    Xauder woke to silence, and pitch black. He could see nothing, not even his body. He felt as if he had no body at all. Xauder heard laughter behind him, and turned to see his father, walking back in forth with a clever look on his face. “My son,” Honar looked up and down and then tsked, “look at what you are doing. You're actually making something of yourself. Good job.” Xauder felt himself drop to his knees. He couldn't tell through Honar’s tone if his Father was proud or not. He sensed that he wasn't. Xauder tried to appeal to his Father. “Father, give me guidance! I don't wish to fail you.”
    Honar laughed at his son. “You don't want to fail me? You don't want to fail me?” Honar erupted in laughter. He wiped a tear from his eye. “Xauder, you failed me as soon as I knew of your existence. I never wanted you. I never wanted you to inherit my name. But I lived through it for the most part, and I tried to make you better. And, for awhile, I thought you were gonna be alright. That you'd make me a proud father. I then realized two things.” Honar counted on his hands as he spoke. “One is that you should never rely on anyone. Two is that you can never count on things going your way. And frankly, I don't see why you shouldn't be exempt.” Xauder was in tears. “Father, please don't leave me. Forgive me, I don't want to be alone! I want you to guide me!” Xauder’s begging did nothing. “Son, you should have thought of that before you left.” Honar started to walk away. Xauder continued to plead. “Father, please forgive me! Father, I will make it up to you, I promise!” Honar was nowhere to be found.
    Xauder once again heard laughing behind him, only this time it belonged to a being more sinister. “You didn't hear your father, boy? You can't rely on anyone.” Xauder turned to see a dark hooded spirit of a frail man. It was the same spirit that lead him to be Sith. “But you see boy, your father is wrong. You can rely on others. You just have to show strength, your dominance, and make them fear you.” Xauder bowed to the spirit.” “How can I do this?” Xauder asked. “Show me, Dark Spirit.”
    The Spirit cackled. “Foolish boy. Can't you sense it? This is place you are in, your senses- they're not real. You're mind is being controlled.” I should have known it! Xauder thought. The Dark Spirit looked to Xauder in disappointment. Xauder thought that the Spirit must have regretted showing him the Dark Path. The Ghoul began to speak once more .“You need much more training, you Pathetic Lifeform. And you need to learn that to control the galaxy, and to control others, you need to control the mind.” The Spirit snapped its fingers.
    ---
    Suddenly Xauder’s mind snapped back to his body, and he heard the trap doors of the arena opening. Not good he thought. When the doors were opened, Xauder saw three beings, large ones filled with spikes on their heads. He had never seen something like that in his life. He saw the behemoths began to charge- one for each Mandalorian, and one for him. Knowing he could not attack yet, Xauder jumped high into the air, flipping behind the beast before it could flatten him. Xauder stanced himself for an attack, fingering the lightsaber on his belt.

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  14. Darth Kronos

    Darth Kronos Force Ghost star 6

    Registered:
    Jan 2, 2016
    IC: Darth Kronos

    Jagall was a polite one. Which, to anyone else, would not be surprising. Jedi are, or were, peacekeepers of the galaxy. The kind people, the ones who would stick up for the little guy. They were there for the people, not themselves. They were the type to give a necessity to a suffering person, and not expect anything in return. The good hearted folk.

    But Kronos was a Sith. The two orders they were a part of were supposed to be bitter rivals by nature. The light versus the dark. It also didn't help that not too long ago, presumably in Jagall's lifetime, the infamous Darth Vader had aided in the near extinction of their entire order as they knew it, forcing every other surviving Jedi into hiding. Kronos had expected Jagall to overall be unpleasant to deal with in terms of attitude. Give him accusing glances, glare at him, and just a feeling of resentment. Yet, here he was, politely introducing himself, and even offering his hand for a shake.

    If it was any other situation, he probably would have refused the handshake, and ignored the other person. But his mind thought back to Esmerelda, and what she wanted him to do. "Suss him out." If he was going to do that, he would need to gain the Jedi's trust. Ignoring him would not do that.

    Kronos semi reluctantly and awkwardly grasped Jagall's hand and shook it. "Yeah, hi. People around here call me Kronos."

    After that bit of awkwardness, Kronos began to absently realize that Esme hadn't responded or even acknowledged his whispered comment. Was it something he said?

    But before he could say anything, a new group message was pinged into his datapad... from someone he did not know. He slightly tilted his head at the screen in puzzlement. He more than likely correctly assumed this was Ike's doing. As Esme stated, he was filling the team with a few unknowns, although the reasons why escaped him. But knowing him, they probably weren't good or helpful.

    Then, suddenly, Ike popped up on the holochat.

    Speak of the devil.

    He was wearing his traditional Grand Moff uniform, appearing to be mighty proud of it, as if it made him better than any other human or alien in existence. He seemed more focused on how he looked to the public than his own men, constantly adjusting his outfit for an optimal official look, or some such nonsense. And when he spoke, he gave off the impression of a condescending tone, implying he was above everyone. Including Insipid, probably, who was "indisposed," as Ike liked to put it. There was obviously more to the story there. Ike was clearly hiding something.

    It was just unfortunate that Kronos couldn't ponder it more.

    The conversation had suddenly turned to him.

    Esmerelda might have pushed it a little. Just as soon as Ike mentioned that Aryan would be doing all of the heavy lifting, she cut in with an objection, which Kronos was happy enough to support. He'd rather not get on her bad side. But it was the way Ike reaction that set the young Sith off slightly. He appeared to actually be offended at her actions, reacting like a normal, sane person would to their parents being slaughtered in front of them. He had retorted back, with an obvious tone of disgust in his voice, bringing him into the discussion, almost randomly, calling him the "boyfriend." Yet... there was a way he said it. As if it were sarcastic. Not serious. And, was that mocking? It very well could be, as Esme's cheeks had immediately turned red, presumably with embarrassment, and she continued to argue back, defending him to Ike.

    It angered him somewhat. Even if Esme had defended him directly to her superiors - unfortunately so, but he digressed - the two were speaking of him as if he weren't even there. Talking about him in the third person, completely disregarding the fact that he was standing directly next to her. And Ike only seemed to get more and more furious by the minute.

    Which only made things take a turn for the worst.

    In a complete scumbag move, Ike had ordered the few Stormtroopers in the hangar with him to prime their blasters, and point them directly at Kronos. He was given an opportunity. Negotiate his way out of the "delicate situation," or die.

    He glared at the hologram with pure contempt. Was Ike unlikable at first? Yes. But he still had something about him, something that made him... tolerable. He gave the impression of actually caring about the relationship between him and Esme, had gone out of his way to help her in dire situations, if her word was to be believed. But, now, he had changed. Changed into something worse.

    He might have disliked Ike to begin with. But now-

    Now he utterly despised him.

    And it wasn't solely because he ordered his troopers to point blasters at him, while that did not help matters. No, what irked him more than that was his blatant disrespect for Esme, in front of everyone no less. An affront to her was an affront to him.

    But he would have to digress for now. He had bigger issues to deal with. He needed to negotiate his way out of the situation. The only problem was that he wasn't very good at that job. What he excelled at was action - not words.

    He paced backwards slightly.

    Truth be told, though, he wasn't that worried of being shot down. After all, these were just a small squadron of Stormtroopers. What else could they do? But there was something in Ike's eyes. As if he had something else up the Grand Moff sleeve of his.

    Or maybe it was paranoia.

    He glanced at the troopers, and in a stern voice, ordered them to lower their weapons. Might as well test his authority over the soldiers there. "Troopers. Lower your weapons. Now."

    He then looked onward to the hologram of Ike, and scolded him, hate in his voice, ignoring the troopers pointing their blasters at him. "Really, Ike? We're doing this now? Do you really think this is the time for threats and starting civil wars? No. It isn't. We have a mission. Let's accomplish that instead of this useless backstabbing."

    After he said his piece, his hand traveled even closer to his weapon, not expecting his "speech" phased Ike in the slightest. And he really didn't put it past Ike to order his execution right then and there.

    He made one final desperate glance towards Esmerelda.

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  15. theometric

    theometric Jedi Youngling

    Registered:
    Jan 4, 2017
    IC: Jole Kenkorro
    In orbit

    There was electricity in the air.

    The door was old, metal, hung to the wall on hinges. A relic of a more barbaric past. Part of a Lictor, a bleak dungeon in the sky. A lasting reminder to what he had fought so hard against.

    The door swung open easily. It had been cold to the touch, and as feeling returned to his body, the floor felt frigid on his bare feet. There was a chill in the air. How fitting was this? Though grateful they had covered his body, they put little effort into comfort. He was a prisoner; why not just put him in rags?

    He was lightheaded and groggy. He should have checked before opening the door. Then again, who would guard the comatose? Was the door supposed to open, was this all a trap?

    This would have never happened when he was younger.

    The hair on Jole’s arms and neck bristled. A faint, metallic afterburn hung in the air. The blast of electricity had unhinged the door, parts of it exploding into large shrapnel against the wall and ceiling. Parts of the wrecked door crashed onto his bed where he had rested only ten minutes before. Thin, grey tendrils of smoke rose from the door’s resting place on his sheets. Other spots blackened the wall, and a residue of static still flickered here and there.

    He was still leaning against the wall, but the grogginess was gone. Adrenaline coursed through his veins, moisture slickened his lips. Things felt more clear now. He felt like he was back on Antar 4, a Jedi General at war. This new surge of energy and clarity couldn’t last forever, his body had a limit, but for now Jole was back in his younger days. A warrior ready to fight.

    The smoke turned black, and small flames leapt from his sheets. He followed the rising smoke and in a spot above his cell were sprinklers. A barbaric, brutal, and inhuman breed of ship most certainly, but even the worst of ships still had safety precautions. No one wanted to burn to death in space.

    There was a click, and water sprouted out from the pipes. He heard other clicks; metallic sprinklers came to life in cells and the outer chamber. It was a whole system, coming to life and dousing the flames. He had no knowledge of force lightning, nor was he strong enough in the force to deflect it by sheer will power. But this, this would do.

    Icy water splashed his skin, but he was numb to the cold. His mind was focused. There was a Sith outside his cell doors. He had no lightsaber up his sleeve now, but he was not helpless. He still had a weapon at hand.

    He lifted his hand, palm up towards the bed. There was minimal concentration needed, it felt like second nature; a long, dormant skill that had finally been reawakened. A piece of the cell door, torn metal dripping wet but still faintly smoking, lifted from the bed. He hurled it out the door. He should have looked, should have leaned his head out the door to see what he was even aiming for.

    Instead, he quickly pulled the medical machinery out of the wall using the Force and moved out of the cell. The floor was slick, the sprinklers still running to extinguish flames that no longer existed. He was barefoot, poorly clothed, and starting to get soaked. Still, it was either fight or stay a prisoner to the Sith.

    Jole had a feeling he was outmatched.


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  16. ConservativeJedi321

    ConservativeJedi321 Force Ghost star 6

    Registered:
    Mar 19, 2016
    IC: Radian T'lenity
    In Orbit

    Something had interrupted the Jedi's Meditation once again. Radian had been trying to make sense of this situation, to clear his head of the remaining effects of the drug, but he heard a noise that startled him back to the present.

    Yes he sensed it as well, a struggle in the next room over.

    Radian knew there wasn't time to waste, he had hoped to gather himself first, to focus and plan, but he no longer had that option.

    With a simple grace the Mirialin stood.

    He reached out to the being in the other room, for he could tell this man was force sensitive as well.
    He projected a feeling of confidence, of capability, of comradery, and the knowledge that he wasn't alone, none of them were.

    It was not as easy as it would otherwise have been. His head was far from clear, and he wasn't even sure he was standing still, but Radian took a breath, tenting his fingers together before he once again drew the force in, though this time it was not a meditation, but an escape. He focused on the hinges of the door hoping to force it open, and with ever so delicate precision began to prod it.

    What then? He didn't know, but anything was better than just lying here.
    And united with the other Jedi, he could accomplish anything.

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  17. dragonsith13

    dragonsith13 Jedi Grand Master star 4

    Registered:
    Apr 3, 2005
    V-3PO
    Moraband - Nightfall - Triumvirate Hanger
    Eve of battle of Mortis...

    “I’m going to need to see your authorization.” The Sith Trooper stared at V-3PO, the amusing fact of the matter was that V-3P0’s blank stare only altered slightly by the occasional quirky jostling of his neck and head bobbing and the Troopers blank helmet expression which was exactly that. Continued to stare at each other as if they were both suddenly going to pick up on some sort of massive visual cue either of them was sending with their blank expressionless visages.

    “You don’t need to see my authorization.” V-3PO’s voice was casual and attempting to skirt the issue.
    The blank expressions of the Trooper and the droid continued. Less than a meter staring at each other.

    “I-don’t-need-to-see-your-authorization…” The Trooper’s tone changed to a monotoned drumming voice.

    V-3PO rocked slightly as if something had progressed and transpired.

    “Who the frak do you think you are charcoal rod!” The Sith Trooper’s voice completely changed to a demanding and mocking tone.

    “Of course I NEED to see your identification!” The trooper spat commandingly back at him, not putting up with the apparent ruse.

    “Get over here!” The Sith Trooper grabbed V-3PO by the arm flinging him around and dragging him across the hanger deck. V-3PO stumbled and rocked adjusting to the sudden jolt of his internal equilibrium sensors. “My capacitors!”V-3PO barked as if insulted by the way he was being treated and tossed around. The Trooper dragged him towards a large assault shuttle. Outfitted and heavily modified. Crates of supplies were being ferried and loaded by various droids and personnel. While fuel hoses lurched the cold liquid fuel pumped through them and into the shuttle. “This is the High Lady Bellorum’s shuttle!”

    “Get to work!” The Sith Trooper commanded as he pushed V-3PO forward causing him to fall into one of the crates in the stack of crates being loaded.
    For a droid time really was of no consequence. The completion of task and processes is how time or rather existence was measured.

    And this existence…

    Sucked.

    Who did this sort of thing? V-3PO thought and processed within his central core.

    Identify the crate. Lift the crate. Carry the crate to destination. Set Crate down.
    V-3PO watched scornfully another hanger loading droid which carried a similar crate beside him. The hanger droid oblivious to the menial task V-3PO thought they were engaged in.

    “Oh come on. TF-43W3EGM5!” V-3PO spat forth directed at a basic loading work droid.

    “45 cycles!” V-3PO spat forth referring to the binary response from the loading droid regarding its tenure at the same task.

    If V-3PO could have rolled his eyes he would have been doing so. His inquiries and altered programming was not interpreted by the loading droid as he continued to scoff the menial loading duties and the basic loading droid proceeded as if happy as a king.

    V-3PO turned after dropping the crate in the assault shuttle, for the countless time…

    Staring as if fed up with all of this. The Sith Trooper from before was in view down the loading ramp, casually standing next to another Trooper in their guard duties.
    His scornful red glaring eyes would have incinerated them both.. if he had that capability. A program of them bursting into flames and melting went through his visual processor. “Curses!” V-3PO spat as he knew his limitations…

    V-3PO began to traverse the loading ramp, a strap holding a crate in front of him.

    Without much notice a high revolution miniature circular blade protruded from his arm and began to slice through the strap. Eventually the load giving way as it buckled and began to slide down the loading ramp.

    The crate slammed into the Sith Trooper which V-3PO had had a tenuous standoff with. Clipping him and causing him to fly off away of from the shuttle. Finally! V-3PO thought. As the other guards rushed to assist their fellow Sith guard.

    V-3PO moved down the ramp and towards a control panel…

    But before he could get there he felt a bump and jolt as he began to fall back. The damn loading droid had rammed into him by accident. V-3PO fell back into a cargo net within the shuttle, entangling him almost instantly as he failed to free himself and stand back up but to no avail.

    “By the maker, that trooper will melt for this.” V-3PO spoke directing his frustration onto the only recent known thing, as if the Trooper as directly responsible – while laying knocked out on the hanger floor from V-3PO’s own doing. Ignoring what he had done self-righteously.

    Multiple loading droids whirled and began to beep. As dark clad figures stepped onto the shuttle ramp… moving up and boarding.

    The droids beeping and doing their best to avoid the Sith boarding as the droids scramble to exit the shuttle. Even the droids knew that now was the time to flee… V-3PO flailed again, attempting to move but he was ensnared in the cargo net, an inept droid unable to free himself from a simple net… as the last loading droid beeped and ran down the ramp as it began to close.

    V-3PO felt the shuttle rise and move up through the atmosphere of Moraband…

    Eventually settling.

    A lurch and sudden jolt and they were in hyperspace to whom knew where!!!


    V-3PO was stuck along for the ride.

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  18. WookieeRage

    WookieeRage Force Ghost star 5

    Registered:
    Feb 3, 2016
    IC: Darth Ravenous
    Veins of the Obelisk...

    After he was once again sustained by the feeding, he heard the words he had been waiting for; Like one releasing the hound for attack.

    "Ravenous, you start in engineering..."

    Wiping his face of gore and raising himself up once more to his gargantuan level, he recomposed his hood over his head and tendrils lay flat against his back, concealed beneath his cloak but peaking out the bottom of it slightly to drag along the ground. He gave a light bow to the High Lord Hesper and submitted to the order saying nothing more. As he walked away the bone-tipped apendages scraped across the metal flooring of the Obelisk, screeching with an eerie tone. He walked to the Turbo-Lifts and proceeded down to engineering. As the doors shut and he resided alone within the lift he dropped to his knees and wept. It was the first time he had a chance to soak in what he had become alone but the tears that had once been of sorrow turned to anger and hate. The worst part about his transformation was the insatiable hunger that he had taken on, no matter how much he consumed it seemed not enough. He wondered what would become of him if he didn't feed or didn't have a chance to. His rage boiled to the brim. The Sith-Spawn pulled out his crimson blade and began to slash wildly within the Turbo-Lift causing sparks to fly about while leaving melted steel behind the powerful cuts. The Turbo-Lift made a happy short beep as it arrived to the engineering deck and began to say something in it's synthetic voice about safety in the workplace but was cut short by a crimson blade through its' interface.

    Workers turned to see the shadowy, brooding figure as the doors opened; Revealing the destroyed internals of the now-smoking Turbo-Lift. Nobody said anything but instead, all stood still and silently waited for what Ravenous was going to do. Raising a furry arm from his cloak, he revealed a slightly cupped position of his furry hand. Simultaneously the 6 engineers that were within this room coughed and began to grasp their throats all while collapsing to a knelt position. Ravenous then lifted one of the engineers up through the force and brought him into his grip, the others were released from the Force Choke but remained motionless on their knees. Using a Mind Probe, the Sith-Spawn delved into the gripped engineer's mind, not to extract information but to make him understand; Ravenous wanted to do this the old fashioned way, one at a time. It made it much more terrifying.

    "You understand this human.. And you understand this well. I need to know of any possible spies within this vessel, more specifically, this level of the ship, you will release your mind to me or be crushed within my grip."

    Darth Ravenous began to push into the mind but felt a tiny spec of resistance within the engineer's mind. Instead of killing him with his hands, he dropped the human onto the deck and revealed his apendages, they slowly rose up his cloak and the Sith-Spawn brooded over the top of the engineer. Effortlessly, he cast one tendril into the engineer's chest and threw him aside. He spoke out this time to the rest of them; Now in... Galactic Basic?? It was a very weird sound, a Wookiee speaking basic; Sort of a low growl which most likely added to the fear factor.

    "There is a group of... Spies in our midst. Spies are a blight to this order and must be squashed. You will tell me who is a spy within your ranks or i'll make sure you suffer more than him."

    He pointed in the direction of the crumpled engineer's body. The remaining workers looked around at each other in horror until one of them finally blurted out.

    "I know who it is!! I know it, he stays up late after the commander calls for 'Lights Out'. He mumbles to himself in his bunk... I've even seen him tampering in areas of this deck where he shouldn't be. He is working out in the main reactor area."

    The worker pointed towards another section of the Engineering deck. Ravenous wasted no more time here and brooded towards the reactor, gesturing the door open with a wave of his hand. As he was leaving one of the Engineers pulled a hold out blaster from his boot and shot at the Sith-Spawn. It hit its' mark on the back of the creature. Ravenous simply turned around and continued his brooding towards the combatant. He fired five more shots into the chest area of the beast. He could've ended him after the first shot but he wanted to reveal his nature to the rest of the crew. He swiped the blaster aside and physically picked up the man by his throat showing the smoking blaster bolt wounds on his chest, it simply didn't phase the beast. He violently probed his mind revealing that he was a spy, he knew where all the devices that this particular spy planted within the engineering deck. Luckily, he operated only within this section of the Obelisk which made Ravenous' job all the easier. He dove deeper into his mind passing various life events in an effort to link other spies within his network but that too was cut short as the man had a poisoned capsule hidden within his teeth. He chomped down upon it and was instantly dead. All that was left was a lifeless shell, mouth foaming from that particular poison. Ravenous looked in disgust and threw him aside lazily as he finished his update with Hesper. As he put his comm down, he looked once again at the corpse of the spy.

    "Spoiled meat..."

    He walked back towards the Turbo-Lift passing the first engineer he killed. Using his tendrils as he passed, Ravenous grasped the corpse by the foot and dragged him within the lift as well, he would need a snack.

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  19. E. L.Knight

    E. L.Knight Jedi Grand Master star 4

    Registered:
    Dec 4, 2012
    Darth Hades
    Lorekeepers Library, Citadel, Sanctorium, New Moraband

    Hades stood from the table and pressed a button on the datapad he held. Two Stormtroopers and a servant then entered.​

    Take these maps and have them scanned into the system. I want access to them as holographic projections when we are out there exploring the temple. Also, send 10 Stormtroopers out the secure the area around the temple. I want reports once the area is secure.

    Hades then spoke to the Lorekeeper.

    Let me know if you accept my invitation, Master Lorekeeper.

    Hades then strode from the library to make sure everything was ready for their mission to the Temple.

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  20. QueenSabe7

    QueenSabe7 Chosen One star 6

    Registered:
    Mar 23, 2001
    IC: Darth Leda
    Shuttle / Obelisk

    Leda remained in the cockpit for the remainder of the trip, feeling a sort of relaxing mixture of excitement and nerves; the latter she detested as she constantly reminded herself but the former at least masked the anxiety well enough. She was leaning forward slightly between the seats of the pilot and co-pilot while gazing out of the viewport with a smile, the hulking form of the Obelisk completely dominating the window. As the shuttle eased into the main hangar and settled down with a soft “thud” Leda raised her arms above her head in a stretch, complete with a deep breath and sigh. Patting the pilot once on the head hard enough to illicit a sharp grunt from the man, she spun on her heels to leave.

    “Remember, Gents,” she said over her shoulder in a mockingly authoritative tone. “No spilling secrets unless you want to be savagely murdered in your sleep. Good day!”

    Stepping out into the hold and following her team off the shuttle, Leda was quick to safely place the encrypted comm Hesper had given her inside her small travel bag, joining the datacard passed along by Zalen. No need to have the special device out just yet or to allow anyone to wonder what it was for. This was a time to play it cool and not call attention to one’s self; to blend in amongst her companions. An easy thing to accomplish, she thought while eyeing the eclectic group. Honestly she was the least conspicuous-looking of them all. Sealing the satchel, she once again hugged it securely to her chest with an arm and grasped the datapad with her free hand, and moved along at the tail-end of the crew. Not a single pause was taken as their arrival was met with a large assembly of Chiss men and women, the somewhat unsettling blue skin of the species standing out drastically against the sleek and stark surroundings. The two sets of beings fell into step with one another, the officers leading the way to the bridge.

    Snaking through several different corridors, Leda mulled over her individual mission as they progressed through the ship. The most prevalent thought was that if she was caught it would mean death, she was certain. Or worse. There was always worse when dealing with the Sith. Tilting her head to the side as she considered things, it stood out to her that perhaps she had been given this rather daring task because she was deemed disposable. While having been with the Empire since she was a child, her rank here was considered to be the lowest so, were they trying to get rid of her by way of sabotage? Or simply thinking that if she was discovered, it would be a easy twist to place all the blame on the young warrior, condemning her to some horrible fate.

    Chewing her bottom lip for a moment, she chuckled.

    No, that wasn’t it. She was important, her skills needed and she had a great amount of confidence in that truth. If Hesper, Zalen and the others did not well they soon would because if they’re expecting failure, they will be sorely disappointed. An icy stab of anger bit at her composure and she brushed it off as best she could. They were Sith, treachery was to be expected and she had seen her fair share over the years. She had just never thought it might be aimed at her one day… But again, the idea seemed too foolish to even waste time considering. With a shake of her head, she gladly let her thoughts linger on the intricate and rather astonishing mutations of the Wookiee who prodded along in front of her.

    Taking a lift and arriving at the bridge, Leda took a few steps to the side and set her bag and datapad at her feet, leaning a shoulder against the cold wall. Fingers began to absently play with her loose, unkempt braid of pale hair as she watched Zalen. The red-head was unrelenting in her show of power and brutality, one which captivated Leda. Death was palpable here; the dark side rippling out through the Force after each life was destroyed by the ferocious woman’s hands. The whole scene was thrilling. She wanted to play, too…

    The last victim of the first row dropped like a rock, as dead as the others and Zalen moved to the second row. As if reading Leda’s own thoughts, the next round was handed off to her and her companions. Straightening and craning her neck to try and guess which lucky officer would be hers, she shot forward just as her command was issued.

    "Leda please be creative, because we don't want our audience to get restless," Zalen shouted. Raising a brow and offering Zalen a little curtsey as she passed by, Leda’s familiar smile crossed her face while she sauntered forth. Taunting each passing officer with a faux murderous look, the fear coursing over them all was as obvious as it could possibly be; it was wonderful.

    So, Ravenous had made a delightfully gruesome display as he feasted, Osnil had simply done the deed with quick efficiency and a blaster and looking back over her shoulder, she took in Hesper as she made a bold statement via decapitation. Couldn’t get any more straightforward than that. Now, what was Leda to do to leave her own mark? A lasting display of ruthlessness?

    Something different.

    Finally arriving before the rather tall, slender female Chiss she was to make an example of, Leda did a thorough and rather exaggerated once over of her body. “Kneel for me, please.” Her demeanor was light but the menace was there, simmering just beneath the surface with extra emphasis on the unnecessarily added final word. When the officer did not move, Leda placed a hand on her shoulder and pressed down ever so slightly. Kneel,” she said with venom, a voice she rarely chose to use. Once she adopted that tone it usually meant her amusement had come to an end and that was never an enjoyable realization.

    The officer shakily took a knee and Leda stepped up to her, so close that the blue-skinned woman had to tilt her head back to meet the Sith’s gaze. Removing and tossing the officer’s hat aside, she took both hands and delicately brushed short strands of hair from her victim’s face. “Are you scared, love?” The apprehension was swelling rapidly within the Chiss as if in answer to her question, Leda could sense it.

    The woman turned her head to the man standing next her perhaps intending to silently plead for assistance. The warrior cupped her hands around the other’s face, turning it back to hers. “No, no… eyes here,” she whispered, not allowing the Chiss to look anywhere else. “Yes, you should be scared.” Her bright eyes locked on the woman’s red pair and she burrowed down deep, within her very signature in the Force. It coiled around them in a dark, malicious eddy as Leda focused… and pulled.

    The officer struggled initially as Leda began to drain her life essence; breathing becoming labored, eyes bulging, blood leaching away from the surface causing veins to pop out against paling blue skin. Her hands squeezed tighter to still any movement, savoring the foreign energies that she felt coursing through her body. It was a sensation she took great pleasure in being able to create. All the while, the woman was getting weaker and Leda knew this technique would only take her so far. This would not cause death quickly enough, not at her skill level. Not yet. And so after a few minutes of torture she released the Chiss, the officer collapsing into Leda’s legs and sucking in air with ragged gulps. She looked down with longing. Such a shame she couldn’t take all the time she wanted, but others were waiting to get the mission underway. Someone is always in a damn rush.

    Flying high from the Force Drain, she grabbed her saber hilt with her right hand while using her left to latch onto the officer’s throat, shoving her upright again. The pale yellow blade sprung to life in a flash, its glow trailing about with a quick flourish before being thrust dead center into the woman’s chest. Watching as the light died out from her victim’s lifeless eyes, Leda deactivated the weapon and pushed the body away. She had already moved her attentions elsewhere by the time the corpse hit the ground.

    “Done!” she called out suddenly, startling a few officers nearby. She winked at the man whom the now-dead Chiss had tried to look to and gave her hilt a quick toss in the air before replacing it to her side. Striding back towards the others with a self-satisfied air, she was sure she had accomplished the desired effect.

    Arriving near the lifts as Hesper began handing out further instructions, she snatched up her belongings just as the High Lord called her name. “Cocytus, Leda—walk with me.” Leda followed behind the petite Sith, keeping even with Cocytus beside her. She glanced up once to her tall companion and wiped a bead of sweat off her cheek, not paying too much attention as Hesper continued. At least not until she was addressed again.

    “Leda, your assignment will begin officially here on the Obelisk; when we reach the communications deck, you’ll begin by laying the groundwork to slice into the Revelator and the Lesser Insipid, the other Triumvirs’ ships. Upload the data from the datapad I gave you to the Obelisk, create a data spike for each ship, and set up our end here to receive all their communications. Meanwhile, Cocytus will begin with questioning the communications officers.”

    “As you command, my Lady,” Leda got out before joining the pair inside a lift. A few moments passed as they stood in silence, only the faint hum of the motors could be heard in the background. Reaching the communications deck, Leda marched behind Hesper to the center of the room as she made a show of authority, assigning the Kaminoan a target to mind probe. Before she could mull over how the apprentice might handle such a task and the fact that she would have liked to watch, Hesper moved so close to her that she completely dominated her awareness.

    “What I am about to say to you I say in utter confidence that I have your loyalty. I didn't want to give you this part of your assignment with Zalen so nearby-- she's quite loyal to Bellorum.” Well then, some more treachery and secrets. Whether she wanted to be or not, Leda was in the thick of it now. The knowing anticipation of what Hesper was getting at put her on immediate alert, listening carefully to every word and taking notice of every gesture while not betraying a single emotion herself.

    “I want you to not only slice into the Emperor and the Night Herald’s ships, but also into Bellorum’s. When you program Bellorum’s ship to receive the Emperor’s and the Night Herald’s transmissions, program this to receive transmissions from all three ships. I want to hear everything, Hesper finished as Leda nodded in understanding. She took the offered datapad, placing it on top of the first she had received. Kriff it all, this High Lord was a crafty one, lust for information and knowledge had never been more appealing to Leda than it was right in this moment. “And so you shall, my Lady. You will hear it all.”

    Bowing swiftly, Leda backed away a few paces and then cast her eyes about for a particular spot. Finding it, she quickly found herself standing behind a seated officer that was working away on a secluded comms console. She tapped him once on the shoulder and he spun around, thoroughly startled.

    “Up you go, chop chop!” Leda grabbed him under an arm and pulled him to his feet. “I need to verify everything you’re doing is completely above board, you’ll be lucky…” and she trailed off as he hurried to another terminal, muttering apologies about not getting in her way. All too easy.

    Taking a seat, she set the Obelisk datapad in her lap and connected the other to a port. Waiting as the data transfer took place, she began to feel her nerves return and held her hands up in front of her. There was a slight tremor to her fingers and she quickly clenched them into fists. Don’t you dare, she warned.

    Do as you must to gain their trust. Do as you must to gain the power you need.


    TAGS: Lady Belligerent corinthia WookieeRage Darth Cocytus Darth Osnil
     
  21. A Blind Prophet

    A Blind Prophet Jedi Master star 4

    Registered:
    Mar 25, 2016
    OOC: I present to you another combo from Hansolo29 and A Blind Prophet Productions Inc.

    IC: Teafa Phaidraig and Aryan Graul/ Medbay/ The Citadel/ Sanctorium/ Zakuul (New Moraband)

    A lack of response wasn't precisely surprising, given that Teafa was pretty well beneath Ike's notice, and in hindsight she was actually rather glad to be in such a place. There was something rather amusing about the whole situation in a way, Ike was clearly not pleased with Aryan, so it was imminently reasonable for her question to be completely missed. Out of the blue she felt something reaching out and touching her, and she recognized the tenor of it... almost. It reminded her of the last time she had been awake to see Insipid in his competition against Typhojem, but there was something else as well. Something different. Wrong! And even that reminded her that this was a different place, a different time, a different existence. Not want! Leave me, stop just! She shrank away from the feeling, ignoring what Ike might have been doing for the moment.

    And then the unexpected, Teafa felt her datapad buzz softly. Thankful for the distraction she reached down surreptitiously, flipping through her messages. Using the Force to see without actually moving the device from her belt, she noticed a rather long list of mission parameters that had been sent a good while ago. During ceremony sent. Mentally shrugging, she almost deleted it save for her desire to have things to do. But she strongly suspected she was going to be alone with her thoughts again eventually, regardless of how busy she attempted to keep herself. Alone with her thoughts and memories, the wrongness of the universe, and the wrongness of the Force itself. She had to sleep or meditate at some point after all.

    Flipping to the next message she was a bit surprised to see that it was from Insipid. Her master, a man that she didn't even know but had sat with her during their journey to Zakuul, had saved her life on Mortis. He was now calling for her to take a shuttle to meet him... somewhere. She did note that hers hadn't been the only datapad to announce that it had received a message at exactly the same time, thankful that she could see things without having to turn her head to look. It didn't seem like much a leap to think he was summoning the both of them. Wants Aryan, me. Don't want. Not him, fears monster me. There was something in her that was tempted to just walk out and ignore both Ike and Insipid, and the sith in general, but then she'd be left with nothing but her thoughts. And nowhere to go, which wasn't exactly a minor problem in and of itself.

    Another message came through, and she saw that the shuttle they needed to get on was going to be swung around to the main window of the medbay, which was at least not in this room. And then Ike proceeded to show exactly how much he could be trusted as he finally responded to Aryan's questions. Apparently Insipid had put himself at risk for herself, Aryan and... whoever the other man was. Titus named Ike. There was a flash of amusement that shot through her as she heard that Ike figured that Insipid was dead, but she realized something. Insipid owed. Why do? Scrunching up her face she realized how little she liked any aspect of this situation. Womprat trapped am. Sighing softly, she used the Force to subtly nudge Aryan and nod towards the door. Mask not me, time no. With a soft sigh, she began backing towards the door. She had no desire to see anymore of this mess, and the manic look in Ike's eyes told her that going into the hangar was the last place that she wanted to be.

    In the aftermath of Ike’s pretentious tirade, which was no doubt utilized to solidify his own twisted perception of authority, Aryan nearly missed the subtle vibration that signified that his datapad had received a message. But even after becoming aware of that fact, he simply decided to ignore it…at least, until he was properly assuaged and of a clearer mind. For the moment, his anger burned brightly for the overly-embellished Moff and his entourage. It was one thing to be humiliated, but what Ike had managed to accomplish had crossed the line into a completely different playing field.

    It was rather ironic that the man would claim Aryan’s own inconsistency as a sign of weakness, when Ike himself had bounded between Insipid, the Empire and countless others in his own tired game of subterfuge. And what of the appointment of Esmerelda? Was not her very existence as a Moff a complete and utter discrepancy against the merits upon which the Empire stood? It was absolutely disgusting! Aryan narrowed his eyes and glared at the woman’s glowing visage from across the room. She was incompetent and highly naive. It was a wonder the little wench had even managed to uncover the truth regarding his…arrangement with Sia, but rest assured, such an accusation would not go unpunished. She was playing with fire and she would be appropriately snuffed out if she continued on her current path.

    Fortunately, before he could channel his ire into a seething counter-argument of his own, the tables turned and the course of the conversation turned inward so that they were now fighting amongst themselves – Ike, Esmerelda and the participants in the hangar all pitted against each other. It was perfect; he didn’t even have to raise his voice. He allowed himself a small smile in victory as he relaxed his tense muscles to watch.

    It was in that moment of relative calm that his datapad buzzed once more, alerting him of yet another message. Stifling a groan at the insistence of whoever was on the other end, Aryan reluctantly reached for the small device clipped to his belt. When he glanced at the screen and took note of the scrolling text, he froze, his complexion no doubt paling as realization dawned.

    Emperor Insipid had returned and he was requesting his presence, along with Teafa and a few others. His mouth immediately went dry as he mulled over that fact. He had not had an audience with the God-Emperor since the height of the Mortis crisis several weeks ago, where he had been both physically and mentally compromised due to the effects of Typhojem. It was only through Insipid’s prevailing influence that he was able to recover his integrity and be restored to his former self. He had owed the man his life, and in a moment of vulnerability, had pledged his undying devotion to the new God-Emperor. He could only wonder if this silent summons was somehow related. At least it presented an opening to get away from the madness unfolding between the wily Moff and his prey.

    If only Ike knew he was back….

    That thought gave him a brief moment of satisfaction before another sensation pulled his attention elsewhere. It was a small nagging at the back of his mind, almost as if someone was gently poking him in order to spur spur him into action. Was it a need to escape? Frowning as he reached up to idly rub at the back of his neck, he turned in an attempt to determine where it might be coming from. All he saw was Teafa ‘looking’ in his general direction as she rose discreetly to her feet. She nodded slightly to the door, reaffirming the fact that she had, once again, been responsible for the odd sensation.

    Aryan clenched his jaw, hesitant at first, but willing his legs to carry him to his feet. It was clear that he still did not fully trust her instincts, especially after her emotional outburst, but he was willing to go along with it if it meant depriving Ike of any satisfaction. Besides, if anything went awry, it appeared as if they had the doctor on their side to provide some form of diversion to allow them to slip away completely.

    Eyeing the doctor carefully as he passed, he crossed over to where Teafa was waiting and lowered his voice to a whisper. “How did you do that?” he pressed, his brow furrowed in thought.

    Of course, he was referring to her influence over him and how she had succeeded in touching him so vividly. Sometimes he just couldn’t help himself.

    As she backed towards the door she watched things deteriorate farther in the hangar, and it drove home the point of how petty and untrustworthy the Sith actually were. Farndal master listened didn't. Wiseness... gone. All gone is. Managing to avoid sighing at the loss, continuing to keep a tight clamp on her emotions, she turned and walked through the door, not actually paying attention if Aryan had followed or not. It didn't truly matter to her one way or the other, but her master had wanted the both of them, so she had at least made an "effort" of sorts. She made note of the doctor edging towards the scalpels and asking if they shouldn't be heading out there or not, and she realized that somehow, some way, Insipid had gotten to the man as his entire focus was towards Titus. At least now it looked like they had left to go that way.

    After a moment she was followed by Aryan who walked over to her and softly asked her how she had done that, almost an accusation. Brows bunching up in confusion, she grabbed him and pulled him into a room to allow Titus to pass by them which also gave her a moment to try figure out what in the world he was talking about. Poked just. Knows he the Force. Finding herself unable to make sense of the question she considered ignoring it, but she could sense the confusion and uncertainty in the man. And the fear. Right serves him. Finally deciding to try and get a little clarity, she said softly, "What do? Just poke. More none." She poked him again with the Force, "This like. Force used me." Shifting her focus to outside of the side room that they were in, she double checked that Titus was gone, and was also waiting for the shuttle to come to the window. There was little point in moving before then.

    Before he could open his mouth to protest, the strange perception returned as she demonstrated her point. It materialized itself as a slight impression at the back of his mind, not quite nagging, but just enough to offer a hint of discomfort. He involuntarily winced as he tried to shut it out. Where it had previously embodied a sense of urgency to necessitate an escape, it was more subtle this time, almost as if she was trying to lend him some form of comfort. Unfortunately for her, it had the opposite effect. He whirled on her and restrained her wrist in a vice-like grip.

    "Stop it," he ordered sternly, his eyes wild with fear. It was clear that his frustration and lack of understanding was forcing him to act out irrationally against her. "I don't want you inside my head. You deliberately tried to sabotage me with your power...both here, and back in the waiting room." He shook his head and sneered. "I don't need to know the why, but stop playing coy with me."

    He inclined his chin slightly as he scrutinized her one last time before releasing her from his grasp.

    With her attention directed outward, waiting to know when they needed to move, she completely missed Aryan grabbing for her wrist. Viciously. Completely freezing, she found herself back when she had been captured by slavers, one of them gripping her wrist tightly and screaming at her to stop being so obstinate before punching her in the stomach. The pain of the memory made her start to double up in the now, warring with her knowledge that she wasn't there anymore. Gone. Not here more. Can't hurt. Can't hurt! Is dead! She knew it, but this was the first time anyone one had treated her like this since before Talwar had rescued her, and what had happened to her then was why she even to this day refused to let any casual physical contact happen. It was simply beyond her ability to cope with.

    The words of an angry Aryan finally broke through the memories, and again she was confused, but it was lost in the sudden flash of anger that exploded inside her after the shock of the situation had passed and just happened to coincide with when he was actually releasing her hand. Throwing out her left hand, Teafa drew on the Force again and flung Aryan against the nearby wall, pinning him to it a couple of inches off ground. Crossing the distance in rapid strides, she drew her lightsaber with her right hand and activated it right as she got there and held the pure white blade up to his face, glaring up at him with anger, terror and as though she had just been seriously abused. "Touch me never," she hissed at him, venom dripping from her voice. "Do, die you." She held him there, staring with her eyeless face twisted into a mask of rage for several seconds before adding, "Painfully." She edged the blade closer so that the heat would begin to become uncomfortable while waiting for his response.

    Aryan’s eyes grew wide as Teafa caught him in the Force and swept him across the room with one fluid motion of her hand. His back impacted solidly with the wall, driving the air from his lungs with a garbled cry that exemplified both his pain and utter shock at the turn of events. With his eyes now half-closed as he struggled against the invisible force that held him in place, his expression sobered a bit as he caught sight of Teafa’s lithe form stalking forward to confront him. He parted his lips to speak, but he found that he could not draw breath, and it came out as a short gasp as she ignited her lightsaber with a familiar snap-hiss.

    The white illuminance of the blade was pressed close to his face, so close, in fact, that he could feel the heat radiating off of the weapon as it threatened to scorch his skin. He instinctively turned his head away with a wince, small trickles of sweat now traveling down the contours of his face, as she began to speak. Given his current situation, he found it extremely difficult to focus purely on her voice, but he did not miss the meaning behind her words; they were augmented by a tumultuous wave of emotion that rolled off of her with enough pent-up anguish to cause him to cry out for a second time. It was so many different things rolled into one: pain, humiliation, terror, anger…it continued to fluctuate so that he could not get a clear picture. But even then, he was able to discern one thing – she was suffering. And in turn, she was making him suffer.

    With some difficultly, he raised both hands in a defensive position, intending to show that he got the idea and that he was giving up. He couldn’t take the onslaught of her memories any longer and he only wanted it to end. It was his way of conveying a truce. Was he a coward for relenting to her demands? Perhaps, but it was better than having a lightsaber plunged into his chest.

    “A-alright,” he choked out, the air returning to his lungs just enough to allow him to finally speak. “S-sorry…I’m sorry…”

    While he had forced himself to say it, it was hard to tell whether he truly meant it.

    Taking a deep breath Teafa held him there for a moment longer, she could feel his turmoil, fear and lack of understanding... and hated every second of it. Am really monster me. Turning away in disgust at the situation, at Aryan, and most of all with herself she moved several feet away and simply stood there for a moment, needing to regain control of herself. Deactivating her lightsaber she moved back towards the door, again focusing outside of herself to see when the shuttle was there, and it was getting close. Hopefully Titus had gone through the area while she was flinging Aryan against the wall, as she couldn't find him with the quick overview she gave the medbay. There were only a few moments more before it would be time to make a run for the window. Well through the window really, seeing as it was in the way. Windows had always felt very odd to her, something that she could sense things through so easily that it was barely there, like the barest glint of matter as opposed to the solidity of everything else around her.

    While standing there, she actually considered what Aryan had said before, accused her of, that she was effecting his mind somehow. Confused me, nothing did. Touched barely. Grasping onto the confusion she forced it to replace the anger and pain that came with those old memories, forcing it down into the dark again, where hopefully she wouldn't have to deal with them again. Deciding that possibly clearing the air might not be a bad idea if they were going to be in a shuttle together she said over her shoulder, "Me nothing did you. Understand not. Much confused. Much." She turned her head, to let him know that she was focusing on him, "If hurt, sorry am." The memory of the feeling of his hand on her, grabbing her, pressing into her wrist painfully and the creeping feeling of terror that had spread with it came again unbidden. She spoke again, her voice softer and quavering a little, "Just touch me not." Reaching over with her left hand she rubbed her wrist, trying to rid it of any sense of having been touched by another. Turning her attention back outside, following the progress of the shuttle, Teafa tried very hard to simply be in the moment not noticing that she was keeping her wrist pressed to her chest.

    Despite the utter disgust still quite visible upon her face, Teafa must have found the heart to accept his cheap apology. Turning away, she finally extinguished her lightsaber blade and released him. A grunt accompanied his descent to the floor, where he collapsed in an undignified heap at her feet. For several moments, he remained there, refusing to look up at her as he assessed himself for injuries and did his best to mend his battered ego. Aside from a sore shoulder, which he was sure would bruise within the next few hours, and a kink in his neck from being jostled against the wall, he appeared to be fine. But that still did not account for the reason for her outburst in the first place. Again, her outpouring of emotions had ceased, leaving him to ponder the complexities of what was actually happening to him.

    Before he could get too deep with his assessment, Teafa managed to surprise him yet again as she attempted to offer an explanation of her own. While her speech remained stilted from her harrowing experience on Mortis, Aryan was still able to recognize the confusion behind her words as she made her claim of innocence. That was quite a bold move, considering she had only just attacked him and threatened to take his life. But then she did something else so unexpected, that he had no choice but to finally lift his gaze and look at her – she apologized.

    Aryan furrowed his brow and naturally stared back at her for several moments. Things were getting too complicated for his tastes, and he realized, with some regret, that he simply could not get a read on her. Her suffering, her intricate quirks, the countless twists and turns…he had missed them all. No matter what he did, she seemed to want to do the complete opposite; that annoyed him to no end, especially when he was usually the one doing the manipulating. Even now, was she even being sincere? Was she telling the truth?

    He disguised his frustration in the form of a short quip as he began to rise back to his feet. "Right…" he drawled, adopting a half-smirk as he did a play on her way of speaking. "Me no touch."

    There may have been a hint of bitterness behind his words as he stretched and crossed the distance to join her near the window, where they awaited their ride.

    It was time to move, which just so happened to coincide with Aryan speaking. Fun making me of. Turning her head, she shot him a dirty look and actually saw him for the first time since they'd both come out of their respective doctor's offices. There was something a bit different, more alive. More... not light, exactly, but just more. More real. Is sensitive him? No. Wasn't. But... is? Carefully schooling her face into neutrality, Teafa decided that this was not the time to try to figure out what was going on. Turning her attention outward again she noticed that the shuttle was swinging around to the window. Go time. Opening the door, she motioned for Aryan to follow her as she ran silently over to the window.

    Reactivating the white bladed lightsaber, she climbed onto the sofa that was in front of the window and cut a hole big enough for the two of them to make their way through and out onto the yard. There was probably a catch of some sort, but she hadn't exactly felt like looking for it, wanting to get as far away from the storm of chaos that was in the hangar as she possibly could. Gracefully leaping through and out onto the yard outside, having just dodged the plants that lined the walls of the building, she ran over to the just landed shuttle and leapt up to the lowering ramp. It was time to get as far from Ike as possibly. And hopefully see about wiping away a certain debt that she owed her master. Being beholden to anyone was something she'd never particularly liked... and she was rapidly learning how not "just anyone" the sith actually were. A couple of seconds after she made it all the way up, she heard Aryan hurrying up the ramp behind her. Calling out to whoever the pilot was she said, "All here. Go." Felt two other people on the ship, neither of whom she'd seen around, but that wasn't much of a surprise given that she hadn't been out of the medbay before this. One had the feel of the old and familiar, the other was new and wrong. Why want us? She couldn't be sure, but time would tell very shortly. After all, Insipid didn't seem like the sort to waste time for no reason.


    TAG: Sinrebirth, Darth Master Titus, HanSolo29, anyone in the hangar that senses... anything.
     
  22. Darth_Elu

    Darth_Elu Chosen One star 7

    Registered:
    Jan 2, 2003
    Jagall Neidav IC:
    ~Hangar Bay, Sith Temple~

    After a moment of awkward pause, which had clearly thrown the Sith man off balance a bit, he reluctantly reached out his hand and shook it.

    "Yeah, hi. People around here call me Kronos."

    A nice firm, but uncertain shake. Conflicted emotions and much more than typical surface thoughts on the mind. Events were presumably moving very quickly for him. One simple handshake, that's all it took for him to read that information without having to expend energy.

    Furthermore, he had acquiesced to the gesture. A Sith to a Jedi. Either he was unusual for his Order, was thrown more off balance than he thought, or was using the polite greeting as a bridge to get back at him later on himself. It was possible this man was also feeling him out subtly. Mentally noted, though he could hope it was no more than a simple greeting. With Sith, one could never be entirely certain.

    "Greetings then, Kronos. Darth Kronos, I assume? You appear a man worthy of your Order's important mantle. As Moff Esmeralda stated, I was assigned to the Grand Moff by Grand Admiral Thrawn himself, and in turn asked to escort her Moffship. I kno…"

    Blinking, Jagall stopped mid sentence and looked at the approaching stormtrooper and he accepted the holoprojector on their behalf, while Kronos also seemed to get a connection to the conversion through the data pad.

    "Thank you," he replied absently while the holograms of Grand Moff Ike and others suddenly appeared. It appeared he was being thrown into some interesting mission with everyone.

    Escort the Moff or this other man in the conversation to discuss with the enemy, the leader of the Scions. Hm. Then his particular route was clear. Per his current duties, he would escort Esmeralda as he already was.

    As some biting remarks were exchanged, which he took in neutrally as an observer, he felt a subtle disturbance in the Force. It was a sly thing, but it was a form that he was intimately in tune with feeling over the years. While others were engrossed in their words, his head turned to pinpoint the source.

    His gaze fell on two people, a woman and man he did not know beginning to board a shuttle ramp further down in the hangar. They were in the conversation too, he noticed. The woman had masked her features quick enough to probably escape notice.

    But not from him.

    His eyes narrowed, but only for the briefest of seconds, before he looked away and focused once more on the discussion. Jagall had his duties and because of them, he was not able to follow and investigate the suspicious alarmed sensation. But he would remember it as well as their departure at the time, and the exact shuttle they were taking.

    Filing it all away silently, he was glad he was back at the other conversation. Boyfriend comments were flinging about, confirming his suspicion earlier about his two companions, and then the Grand Moff was making a preposterous and sudden claim!

    "Lets see how the boyfriend deals with this! Jedi Jagall, Stormtroopers. Darth Kronos is a threat to Imperial interests."

    His eyebrows rose and he turned to face the Sith he had just politely greeted, holoprojector still in hand. While the troopers went to obey and immediately raised their weapons, Jagall simply watched silently. Taking the man in and his stance, probing his aura in the Force.

    This wasn't typical however and he well knew it. What proof did the Grand Moff have? It was clearly just a revenge sentiment. How petty. Poor Moff was embarrassed as well, in both a professional and personal level. That was a low comment from her superior, completely unnecessary in that situation.

    Anger was palpable in the Sith, which was unsurprising given how he was roped in and with a possible romantic connection between the two, it was only natural he'd wish to defend her. Couldn't blame him, they appeared to genuinely like each other from what he saw earlier.

    Jagall continued to wait, without adopting any aggressive stances. Indeed, he didn't change his casual posture at all, but merely kept his eyes trained just incase. His muscles tensed a little more due to the anger, but that was all.

    "Troopers. Lower your weapons. Now. Really, Ike? We're doing this now? Do you really think this is the time for threats and starting civil wars? No. It isn't. We have a mission. Let's accomplish that instead of this useless backstabbing."

    An…interesting response from a Sith Lord. Jagall waited a heartbeat, then cut in before the Grand Moff could reply or retaliate in any fashion.

    "I'm afraid, due to circumstances, the troopers won't be obliged to obey your command, Kronos," he stated calmly before looking back at the holo-form of Ike, "However, with respect; he is right, Grand Moff. I do not feel this is necessary and will only sabotage our higher priority from the Grand Admiral himself. Please, let us get back on track. If you wish, I will continuously monitor this man throughout our objective as I escort the Moff, if it please you."

    He didn't look over at Kronos, merely waiting for the Grand Moff's reply, but he hoped the Sith well understood that he was only trying to aid in lessening tension and trying to bridge a way back to practicality, not willingly volunteer to stare at his every move.

    Tag: Sinrebirth Darth Kronos PCCViking HanSolo29 A Blind Prophet Darth Master Titus
     
  23. Darth Cocytus

    Darth Cocytus Jedi Master star 4

    Registered:
    May 8, 2016
    IC: Darth Cocytus

    Darth Cocytus thought about Osnil's proposal as the shuttle got closer to The Obelisk. The gungan might actually got a point about loyalty. However, again such things were not the way of the Sith. Though, that didn't mean they can't inspire fake loyalty to the imperials. Heck this entire shtick with Thrawn was nothing but a facade itself in order to take power in the galaxy.

    When the shuttle landed on it's destinational Star Destroyer, Cocytus followed his compatriots off the ramp, glancing at the large group of Chiss Officers. He made a small grin in sadistic pleasure as he felt and fed on their delicious fear of the group of Sith Lords, particularly Ravenous. Ah the delicious taste of fear. Cocytus thought in his cruel mind, How wonderful it is to see such weak and ordinary beings tremble before us as if we are gods. This is power, but only one of many forms.

    Eventually, they arrived at the bridge after a short journey through the Star Destroyer's halls on a lift. Cocytus glanced coldly at the rows of even more Chiss officers, thinking awful thoughts of them. The kaminoan smirked with sick amusement as he watched Lady Zalen interact with the Ship's captain, forcing him to bow and extracting thoughts with the force. She actually does have the eyes of a carnivorous fish. Cocytus thought with a silent chuckle, Then again, don't we all Sith do?

    Darth Cocytus's eyes gleamed as he then watched Zalen cut down several of the officers in the room. They glistened when she offered the others to join the fun and the kaminoan made a horrible deranged grin when his turn came up. "With pleasure, Lady Zalen." Cocytus smirked his glowing yellow eyes locked onto his victim.

    The kaminoan stood in place and raised a hand, dragging a panicing and screaming chiss female with the force. He brutally slammed her down onto the floor, lifted her head with his invisible 'hand' and bashed her several times onto the cold steel. Whimpering the chiss officer lifted her now bruised head, blood flowing from her mouth, nose and forehead, while Cocytus stared at her with cold, calculating eyes. The kamioan lifted her back up into air, slamming her up and down from floor to ceiling, before squeezing and binding her body in with invisible tendrils. The kaminoan squeezed the imperial so tightly, the sound of breaking bones could be heard throughout the bridge, as he chuckled casually as he fed on the imperial woman's pain and suffering.

    The Sith Priest's smile grew as he finally unleashed a great surge of sith lightning upon the Chiss, causing her to scream in further agony while he gave out a laugh absolutely fitting for the psychopath he truly was. It was only after several minutes did Cocytus ceased the surge and summoned one of his twin curved lightsabers. He pulled the broken chiss towards him and stabbed her with the burning crimson blade in the abdomen. The kaminoan slammed the barely alive woman back onto the floor before cutting her to pieces with the lightsaber, finally ending the final agonizingly painful moments of the unfortunate officer.

    He looked down at what remained of what was once a chiss and shook his head in unsatisfaction. One day, I'll be able to preform greater acts of torment upon fools such as her. Cocytus thought bitterly as he made psychotic smirk, before glancing at Hesper.

    He nodded at her orders and journeyed with Leda and his master through the halls. He raised an eyebrow, or what a kaminoan would have of one lacking hair, when Lady Hesper began to speak to the newbie. Curious. he thought, What data could Hesper want from the Revelator and Lesser Insipid? And why?

    His eyes narrowed before shrugging the thoughts as theu continued their journey to the Communications Center. Cocytus followed his fellow Sith inside and nodded with a bow of his head at Hesper's orders. "As you wish, Master." the sith kaminoan spoke, before walking up to the Chief Officer, reaching out into the force to extract thoughts and knowledge much like Zalen did earlier.

    "Give me everything you know." Cocytus hissed with a cold voice, staring at the imperial with even colder yellow eyes.

    TAG: Lady Belligerent, WookieeRage, corinthia, Darth Osnil, QueenSabe7
     
  24. Darth Master Titus

    Darth Master Titus Jedi Knight star 4

    Registered:
    Dec 10, 2014
    Darth Titus
    Medbay->Hangar

    Situations were heating up rather quickly. Along with Titus in the Medbay, Teafa and Aryan were there as well. To be quite honest, he did not know much of anything about Teafa, and knew just as little about Aryan. So far Titus had not been too focused on current events, but he did notice a certain conversation taking place in the hangar between Kronos and a certain Grand Moff Ike via a holo communication.

    Titus had gotten dressed, slipping on his Sith robes and full garment while slightly eavesdropping on the conversation. Clearly, he was not meant to be in it as everyone had a datapad besides him. Titus didn't mind being out of the loop, it made things less political and stressful. He didn't have to look over his shoulder wondering which fellow Sith wanted him dead, at least not yet. Vendettas seemed to be running rampant these days, and it was quite pleasing to know Titus had no tiffs with anyone currently. He looked over at his bedside table where his lightsaber rested. With the force, Titus levitated the lightsaber to the palm of his hand clipping it to his belt.

    'Perhaps he did so while on his back!' Ike laughed, and then leered, glancing to the others. 'Lets see how the boyfriend deals with this! Jedi Jagall, Stormtroopers. Darth Kronos is a threat to Imperial interests.'

    Ohh, things are getting much more interested than initially thought..How did things get this out of hand? Titus had always found other's conflicts amusing. He did harp for a few moments on the fact that there was a Jedi in their presence. What a bold little Jedi. That is when one of the doctors in the Medbay finally spoke up, 'Shouldn't you head to the hangar and resolve this before blood is spilled?'

    The doctor had specifically rhetorically aimed the 'question' at Titus. Taking a quick glance around the medbay, Titus saw the other two Sith, Teafa and Aryan were gone. He could sense they were close, but he had no idea where they had gone off too. With a sigh of being ordered around by a doctor, he set off for the hangar. Maybe the others had made their way over to the hangar as well.

    He exited the medbay and walked down the halls looking for a map to where the hangar was. Titus was not familiar with his surroundings. Titus stopped for a moment when he felt a spark of anger and a flash of surprise. The sensation through the force definitely came from the direction Titus had just left, but he decided that was not his immediate concern.

    He finally arrived at the hangar where in the distance, he could see a Sith he presumed was Kronos surrounded by a Jedi and a few Stormtroopers, blasters aimed at the ready.

    "Troopers. Lower your weapons. Now." Kronos was definitely not in the mood for whatever games were in the works. He continued, "Really, Ike? We're doing this now? Do you really think this is the time for threats and starting civil wars? No. It isn't. We have a mission. Let's accomplish that instead of this useless backstabbing."

    Titus continued to slowly approach trying to get a feel for the situation he had just emerged on. Grabbing the left side of his robe with his left hand, Titus clutched his lightsaber with his strong hand, ready to activate it should the standoff turn deadly.

    Someone resembling a Jedi, presumably Jedi Jagall, broke the silence, "I'm afraid, due to circumstances, the troopers won't be obliged to obey your command, Kronos. However, with respect; he is right, Grand Moff. I do not feel this is necessary and will only sabotage our higher priority from the Grand Admiral himself. Please, let us get back on track. If you wish, I will continuously monitor this man throughout our objective as I escort the Moff, if it please you."

    By now they had to have noticed Titus' approach, but if they didn't Titus gave an attentive cough, acknowledging his arrival. He did not know Kronos, at least not well. But if there was to be a fight, he would fight alongside him. However, the situation seemed to now be under control. And quite frankly, this ticked Titus off.

    Damn, I wanted to hack someone.

    TAGS: A Blind Prophet, HanSolo29, Darth Kronos, Sinrebirth...anyone else in or near the hangar
     
  25. Halle Dray

    Halle Dray Jedi Grand Master star 4

    Registered:
    Jan 6, 2016
    "Alva...Turn every building in the transports' path to rubble. They're on the rooftops. I don't care about collateral damage. I don't care about Thrawn's magnanimous rule. They're in our way. Kwea, Invadator, strafe the west towers and draw the fire away. They'll will be in range soon," came Haretisch's voice over the comm.

    There had been a loud explosion and the comm had gone out but now he was back. Alva's affirmative came through as did Invadator's. Kwea toggled her comm and said, "Gotcha."

    "Kwea, Invadator heads up! We've got enemy air support in bound!" Alva says. Looking up from her control panel, Kwea saw Droid Tri-Fighters coming at them and was prepared to fire but in the blink of an eye, Alva had them cleared. Corellian fires, this kid is a showoff, Kwea thought, shaking her head.

    Turning her X-Wing towards the western towers, Kwea spoke into her comm, "Reiis, fire away!"

    Kwea began to fire at the towers. As soon as the blasts hit them, she cursed under her breath. She had forgotten if they were supposed to hit them or not.

    Slowly, Kwea's fingers began to cramp from firing. The defenders were firing back and her ship had been rattled a bit. In any other case than this she would have liked being a distraction.Take a ball or funny conversation for example.

    Tags: Darth_wanderguard Isley_27 Anakin.Skywalker Mikaboshi
     
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