SWRPF Archive Star Wars Episode VII: The Dark Forces

Darth Bane is in his ship with Darth Vader. "I sense something. Polunis has betrayed us." said Darth Bane. "How will you deal with him Master?" asked Darth Vader. "I will kill him. He must of forgot. I am his Master. I can't be Destroyed. Sangr, take me to my secret planet." said Darth Bane. "Yes sir." replyed Sanger. The ship blast off into hyperspace.

 

Prince Tiberius has a short audience with the Emperor's apprentice Darth Barbarus. "I would like to entreat your aid, my lord."

"Oh, do you? What is going on?" Barbarus asks the prince.

"There are some disturbances outside of my Embassy in the Republic; I sense we are out of favor with the populace. You are mighty, my lord, and hardly anyone, even the Jedi, knows of your existence."

"Indeed, Your Highness, but I will not depart from my Master's presence. Not only is he my Master, he is my kinsman; I go when he wishes me to go, yet I will assist you with my counsel in this matter.

"Return immediately and evaluate the staff in the Embassy; the Force has revealed to me there is a traitor in your midst; the Sith Queen is already returning to her duties, but she will nevertheless assist you in restoring order. People, I have noticed, have exceedingly short memories; they will be as docile as ever within a matter of days."

Tiberius politely asks, "Do you have any business the Emperor has put you in charge of?"

"I do; as you know, Darth Bane shall be trodden underfoot; I should have relished such an opportunity, but the Emperor may yet have some use for me in an assassin capacity," he concludes with a twisted smile.

"Very well, my lord; I shall implement your advice, but I might take more drastic measures should the need arise."

The Prince boards his shuttle once more to return to the Embassy; he has no idea what peril might await him upon his arrival.

 

"Sir, they've just made a jump into hyperspace," said Captain Nesor.

"No bother," replied Weada. "Clean up what's left of his fleet here. We shall then move on to Korriban."

"Yes, sir."

A few treacherous TIE Fighters and carriers was all that remained when the Chimaera II made the jump; they wouldn't last long that deep in space and in the condition they were in.

It wouldn't be much longer before they arrived on Korriban. Weada was being transported in one of the newer model Tydirium shuttles. It was said before the production line was put up that they would offer more comfortable facilities. Weada couldn't notice much difference and really didn't care. In his opinion, it was trivial matters such as that which made the Empire look bad at times. Soon that would all change. Once Bane, the thorn in everyone's side, was eliminated, the Empire could rise to new heights of supremacy and glory.

"Five minutes 'til arrival," reported the Captain.

 

The Emperor summons Domitian, the Pontifex Maximus as well as the elder of the Korriban Monks, Darth Barbarus, and the newly-arrived Grand Admiral Weada. He declares, "My friends, victory shall soon be within our grasp. I trust you have good news, Grand Admiral."

"Indeed, I do, Your Majesty; however, I shall get to the bad news first. Darth Bane has not been found, yet I destroyed a portion of his fleet. He cannot go very far; I promise you that I shall not fail." the Grand Admiral concludes with a respectful bow.

Disturbed by other matters, Domitian addresses the Emperor, "May you live forever, my lord! I am wary of Ardella's influence in the Republic; she could attempt to betray you."

"And what shall we do about it?" the Emperor asks.

"She should not have been trusted to begin with; she reeks of insubordination." Domitian turns to Darth Barbarus, "Perhaps we should send Lord Barbarus to do the deed."

"By no means! Who would take her place? No, she is not a grave concern for the time being; however, I have greater plans for my worthy apprentice."

Lord Barbarus bows to the Emperor, "May your will be done, my Master."

"It is time for you to convert the Titans to our cause; you know what to do, Lord Barbarus. I shall be most pleased, should you return with success."

Lord Barbarus bows once more and then departs from his presence.

 

In a secret prison base Hundreds of Dark Force Troopers bust in. And break in to two prison cells. "Your coming with us." said a Dark Force Trooper. "Why should I?" asked Thrawn. "Lord Bane wants you." replyed a Trooper. "Then, I will come." said Thrawn. As they are walking more Dark Force Troopers join them and Count Dooku is with them. They leave the base and get in to a large ship and blast off.

 

He sat down on a bench right inside the entrence of the building.

 

The Pontifex Maximus greets Major Burnside, "Ah, I see you have arrived in good order; the Emperor has a task for you; Lord Barbarus is leaving for Titan space, so he desires for you to command the escort. The Emperor wishes for you to serve Lord Barbarus with the same dedication as if you were protecting the Emperor himself.

"He has great confidence in your abilities. After you return, the Emperor himself shall surely knight you."

Major Burnside, obviously pleased at this opportunity to exhibit his skills once more, thanks Domitian, "Thank you, sir; tell the Emperor that I shall show myself worthy."

 

*What on earth are that man talking about???* He though. But he did remembered that sometimes it was good to be shut your mouth and play along.

)OCC: He have no memory, remember? )

 

Res'cu arrives on Coruscant and seeks out Esmarelda only to discover she has left for Korriban. Seeking an audiance with Yoda now becomes imparative. Time is short, events happening to quickly, and Yoda, yes Yoda, is in danger. The Dark Side grows stronger.
The old halls of the temple area remain dark and yet Yodas presense is felt.

 

(OCC: Up.)

 

Name: Darth Demian
Age: Unknown

Gender: Male

Species: Human

Homeworld: Unknown

Bio: Demian is the only unrecorded Sith Lord. For some strange reason, Darth Sidious ordered Vader to kill him. However, just when Vader turned away, thinking his job was done, Demian rose from the rubble, and went into hiding, training for his ultimate revenge.

Appearance: Long Black hair, Face covered with a black mask, to hide from the Empire.

Height: 6'3"

Weight: 180

Eye Color: Black

Skin Color: Asian

Hair Color: Black, Comes down to waist.

Clothing: Black Battle suit, similar to Anakin's in Episode II

Personality: He is the darkest entity one could ever find. Even the animals fear his presence. However, if one is useful to him, he could let them live, for a while longer...

The Force:
Yes or No?: Yes

Force Side: Sith

Title: Lord

Lightsaber type: Two Single-blades

Lightsaber Color: One crimson, the other purple.

Galatic Empire or Galatic Republic: Neither

Affiliation: None

Rank: None.

Position: None

Other Weapons: None

Personal Ship: A modified N-1 Starfighter, Black and silver.


At last I will reveal myself to the Sith.
At last I will have my revenge.

 

A solitary N-1 Starfighter came into the Coruscant orbit. Sleek, and black, this vessel could do as much as damage as the one who is in the cockpit. His name was Demian.

His handsome face was revealed, reflecting on the pit window. This was the only time he took off his mask. At home, and in his fighter.

His radar beeped. Red dots filled the screen. "Imperials." The young man smirked. It has been long since he flexed his muscles. He will enjoy this...

Two ties came in, transmitting for info. "Just tell your leader that his worst nightmare is soon to hatch." Demian put his hands over his controls and fired. Within ten seconds, the expensive ties turned into scrap. "Sorry. Turns out that you can't send the messege after all. Don't worry. There will be a time when the message will be delivered. Personally."

Noticing the havoc, a hanful of tie interceptors came in. "Ensix, take off all shields and put the guns to maximum. And I mean ALL of the shields." said Demian.

Effortlessly, although as if guided by magic, the N-1 dodged all fire, and the Tie's seems to explode for no reason.

He was good, very good.




Too good.

 

OOC: Where is everyone? Can you tell me where to go?

 

Lord Demian's thoughts are suddenly consumed with the picture of Darth Sidious' heir, Darth Magnus, seated on his throne. An extraneous power was clearly invading his mind; the Emperor has sensed a disturbance in the Force and has zeroed in on the epicenter.

Darth Magnus declares, "I see you have come seeking a bit of revenge; a shame you will never taste of it...or will you? As you can tell, I am Darth Sidious' son and the rightful ruler of the Galaxy.

"I have a destination for you; go to Naboo, for there you shall find the one you seek. Happy hunting!"

The cackling mental image of the Emperor fades from his mind; instantly he realizes Coruscant is not a fitting target, Naboo shall do nicely if there Lord Vader is to be found.

 

Name-Dacos Tyring
Age-34
Gendar-Male
Species-Human
Homeworld-?
Bio-Grew up on the streets and quickly became street smart.Became a Bounty Hunter (and one of the best at that) to survive.Hired as Lord Magnus's guard.
Appearence-Tall and well built.Hazel eyes and Tanish skin.Beard and short brown hair.Wears brown and red armor.
Personality-Ruthless yet loyal
Force-No
Side-Sith
Weapons-Jet pack(Does not use all the time)Blaster pistol,Mandalorian staff,and daggers.
Affilation-Lord Magnus army
Rank-Bounty Hunter
Position-Lord Magnus's mercenarie
Ship-"The Victor".Light freighter sized of the SoroSuub design.Sleek and well armed.1 Proton Torpedo launcher,Rotating under-belly Turbolaser turret,2 Quad Laser Cannons,1 Cluster Missile launcher, and shields.

 

Demian smiled as he looked around him. Twenty Ties, all turned into scrap. He was proud of himself.

Naboo, eh?

Deiman turned the starfighter around. "Ensix, set the course to Naboo."

Astromech droid N6-T4 beeped in complain. Naboo was across half the galaxy. Ensix didn't feel right, and said so. "Now." said Demian

The black N-1 charged its hyperdrives. It would see its homeworld soon. Maybe Demian could Force-maipulate the ship builder again to upgrade the fighter.

 

A whirring sound disturbed the quiets of the Naboo system. A jet-black fighter appeared out of nowhere, clearly putting on the reverse to slow down.

Demian breathed out. Ensix beeped. "Run out of gas, Ensix?" Demian remarked. Ensix was definately not happy, and said some cruel comments to Demian. Ensix was the only being who could get away with that kind of remark. Droids were special. They never betrayed there owners, unlike humans. "Just shut up and get us down on this rock." said Demian.

Normal N-1's didn't have landing pads, but this one that Demian owned did. He let Ensix land her, and put on his mask. His faced reflected in his pit window again, and Demian signed. He woudl look excatly like Vader if he had that helmet.

Releasing compressed air, the canopy opened with a hiss. A dark figure stepped out of the mysterious fighter, covered in black and a cloak. He paid the officer the landing fee. No need to break any rules if you don't have to.

Small animals scampered away as Demian walked the Naboo streets. He was hungry. He spotted a diner a distance away, and dispite his powerful dignity, Demian increased his pace.

Until he ran into some drunk. "Hey! Watch where you're going you freak!" the drunk said, aiming a punch at Demian's face. Immediately the man froze. His face turned blue, and he seemed to be gagging. Demian muttered, "Moero." and the man burned up in purple flames. The last look in his face was horror.

Demian looked at his hands. A strange power he possessed. Different from the normal Siths around him. Instead of the blue lightning they had, Demian had the ability to conjure up pruple flames out of nowhere. Strange indeed...

Demian shrugged. To the diner...

 

*Burnside was sitting in a new Interceptor. He had got a quick check through, and he started to remember how to fly it.*

 

Hi can i still join the story? if so here is my profile.

Basics:
Name: Raven

Age: 22

Gender: Male

Species: Human

Homeworld: ???

Bio: Raven is a mysterious character who seems to appear when least expected. Not much else is known at this time besides that he acts as a bounty hunter sometimes. (ill add more periodically.)
Appearance:
Height: 6'1"

Weight: 173

Eye Color: Jade

Skin Color: Caucasian

Hair Color: Jet black. His hair is short.

Clothing: All black, like Luke in the last 2 movies(i think). Except 2 black gloves.

Personality:
Cold, quiet

The Force:
Yes or No?: Yes

Force Side: ??

Title: none

Lightsaber type: single blade, but long like Darth Maul's

Lightsaber Color: Black

Galatic Empire or Galatic Republic:

Affiliation: unknown
Rank: None

Position: ???

Other Weapons: None.

Personal Ship: Jet black Jedi Starfighter with no droid.

 

Starra swiftly landed her ship. She crawled across the side out the base. Suddenly sje was grabbed from behind and knocked unconcious!

 

Greg-Wan and Obi-Wan are talking in the Jedi Order.

"Master Kenobi, why is this War called The Star War?" asked Greg-Wan.

"Master Yoda said that this War was to take place all over the Galaxy and the final battle was to happen under the Stars." repled Obi-Wan.

"Why would the final fight take place under the Stars?" asked Greg-Wan.

"Don't forget, there are Stars in some Temples. The final battle could take place in a Temple with Stars painted all over the top of the Temple." said Obi-Wan.

"I understand it now, Master. You know Star Wars is also a name of a Movi- Something's wrong." said Greg-Wan.

"What is it?" asked Obi-Wan.

"I have to go, Master." replyed Greg-Wan.

Greg-Wan walks off and Obi-Wan heads for his Jedi Starfighter.

 

Starra woke up feeling tired and everywhere she hurt then she saw why. She was surrounded by Ysalimari. They had taken her bag and all of her blasters and her light sabre they had even taken all of her metalic items so even her belt was gone. The room was spinning so she guessed that she was dru......... that was all she thought before she fell back asleep.
Ardella was watching her watching the little brat determined to ruin her and everything else she stood for.

 

Greg-Wan boarded his Jedi Starfighter.

"R1, are you ready to go?" asked Greg-Wan.

"Beeb beep beep." whistled R1-T17.

"Good. Let's go." replyed Greg-Wan.

The Jedi Starfighter blasts off into space.

 

Starra woke up once again in the same spot as she had before. She felt wek and dizzy but overall the situation wasn't so bad. I've seen much worse she thought. She knew that for now she wouldn't be able to use the force because of the ysalimai. I'll just have to kill them she thought. She reached into the cages and pulled them out one by one and stomped on them. Sorry about this guys she wispered but I can't get out of here while you're still alive. I'll have to find my lightsabre or at least my bag of firey tricks first. I can see they took my blasters too and I bet they think they got everything too she laughed. She pulled the button off her sleave and stuck it on the controll pannel of the door and stepped back as the door was blown out of the wall.

 

Greg-Wan's Jedi Starfighter lands. And Greg-Wan jumps out and sees a large building.

"This is it." said Greg-Wan.

"Beep, beep, beep." whistled R1-T17.

"I sensed Starra was here. I think I'm wrong though. Why would Starra be here? I think I'll take the secret way in." replyed Greg-Wan.

Greg-Wan walks up to the large building and sees a vent. He ignites his Lightsaber and cuts the vent into. Greg-Wan then climbs inside.