Star Wars New Sith Trials I *Voted Best RPG Summer 2016*

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Name: Darth Octavius (formerly Gaven Palcar)

Age: 34

Sex: Male

Species: Human

Height: 190 cm

Weight: 90 kg

Occupation: Sith Apprentice

Physical description: Darth Octavius was a tall but muscular human. Since he gave into the power of the dark side his skin has become paler, not to the extent of other Sith, at least until now. He had a very aristocratic shaped face with black hair and grey eyes.

Clothing: After joining the Sith Empire Darth Octavius swapped his Jedi ropes against elegant an black tunica and trousers. Over them he wears a dark cloak with a hood.

Weapons: Despite taking interests in many different kinds of bladed weapons, Darth Octavius still uses the same light saber he build as a padawan and used as a jedi. Although he changed the blue crystal he found on Illum against a red one his Sith master gave him.

Description of Abilities: Darth Octavius relies mostly on his sword fighting abilities considering them fitting for a true warrior then force powers. Although he uses the force to move faster and jump higher than any non force user could, he spends most of his studies to master the defensive forms of force using. He uses Tutaminis to defend himself against other force users and Force Barriers against physical attacks. But he has also taken interest in Force rage and the dark side meld to strength his combat abilities. With his light saber he uses the elegant form of Makashi.

Bio: Before he became Darth Octavius Gaven Palcar was the child of a nobleman from the planet Ciutric. His father was a strong supporter of the Federation and Gaven grew up with a strong sense of morality and honor. When he was ten years old everything changed as a Jedi knight visiting his family recognized the force presence of the boy. With his father approval she took Gaven as her student and brought him to the Jedi temple. There he soon learn that his connection to the force wasn`t as strong as the connection of his fellow students. So he turned his attention to the stadium of light saber combat where he quickly became one of the best students, earning him the respect of the other padawans and some of his teachers. In the following years Gaven grew to a true Jedi Knight, traveling the galaxy and fighting against the enemies of the federation. He was a firm believer of the codex and some believed he would one day become a wise jedi master. He was later send to the senate to act as an ambassador for the Jedi order. His time in the senate changed him. When he saw the corruption, the lies and the egoism the federation was build upon he was disappointed and angered about it.

And then he realizes the truth: Members of the Jedi order died in the whole galaxy, Gaven himself had lost friends. Friends, who died defending the federation, a federation based on a lie.

When realized that so many good men and women died for nothing his faith in the jedi and the federation was destroyed. Shortly afterwards he left the jedi order claiming he had found a greater purpose to follow. He returned to Ciutric and tried to gather political influence using the wealth of his family. He tried to start a political movement against the corruption in the federation but despite his best affords he didn`t made any progress. But Gaven continued his political fight. During this time the federation critical Politian gained the attention of Darth Haretisch a member of the Sith Triumvirate. The Sith Lord saw the ex Jedi as a potential ally in his own plans and met with him in secret. Gaven was fascinated by the ideals the Sith Lord presented him. Instead of many corrupt senators the galaxy should be ruled by a handful intelligent and strong individuals.

Leaving his old name and identity behind him he took the name of Darth Octavius and became Haretisch student. He now believes it´s his destiny to destroy the federation and replace it with a new Sith Empire. As Sith Darth Octavius still believes in honor and prefers to fight his opponents in single combat. Fiercely loyal to his master and the Empire Darth Octavius seeks to become a great Sith.

Tier I

Force Push/Pull
Dark Side Meld
Force Jump
Tutaminis
Force Rage
Force Barrier
Makashi

 

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CHARACTER SHEET

Name: Darth Arach
Born: Isa Blayke (pronounced Eye- sa)
Age: 20
Sex: female
Species: Human
Occupation: Sith
Height: 5' 10"
Weight: 135 pounds
Physical Description: Long straight black hair, piercing gold eyes, pale flawless skin
Clothing: Usually wears a black 3/4 length sleeve tunic with black pants and knee- high boots.
Weapons: Her weapons of choice are a standard lightsaber with a blood orange blade, a wickedly shaped vibroblade, the cutting edge is serrated and in the shape of flames, and a dagger made of unidentified bone with carvings in the hilt and a few small gems in its scabbard.
Description of Abilities: When in times of great emotional distress, she subconsciously releases a deadly pulse of the Force that can shred through bone as easily as a lightsaber. She can make herself unnoticeable when she needs to. When she consciously uses the Force, she is strong and more controlled, but she feels like there is far more for her to learn.
Bio: Isa had a happy childhood. Her parents were part of a group of humans colonizing a planet known as Rikku. It has a lot of grassy knolls and is perfect for growing crops, located in the Outer Rim. This group was, also, part of a social experiment. It was on Rikku that she was born.

For ten years, the colony grew. Ten years was how long it took for their paradise to become hell.

It started with the crops. Very gradually, the crops started to become poisoned. They managed to contain it and even appeared to stop it for awhile. However, it came back not only in the crops, but the livestock, as well. No one knew where this poison came from or how to stop it.

During this stage, they discovered that the poison made the animals more aggressive and caused a type of madness. Even the animals who only ever ate grass, began to turn on each other and eat their flesh.

The next stage, it infected the colonists themselves. The violence recorded with the animals became magnified with the Infected. There were only a few that weren't effected. Isa and her parents were among them.

The infection disguised itself, at first, as different common ailments. It, then, became more deadly accompanied with an insationable hunger.

Help was barely called for before it was too late.

As it was, many of the colonists were killed.

Isa had been with a friend when the Infected became too many to contain. Worried for her parents, she slipped away in the confusion.

She, eventually, heard screams that sounded like her mother coming from the direction of the market. They faded as she followed them.

When she arrived she saw the market had been overrun. Some of the Infected were busy in small groups of three or four. Closest to her, she saw two groups of four each. She recognized the clothing of the two victims as belonging to her parents.

Upon realizing this, the child couldn't help but stare in shock, horror, and tremendous grief as her parents became dismembered as she felt something within her start to crack.

It didn't shatter until the Infected noticed her a few seconds after her arrival. As they came toward her, an inferno ignited. Never before had she felt such anger and hatred.

With tears streaming, Isa let out an incredible scream as the built up inferno released in a powerful pulse. It shredded through the ranks of not only the Infected surrounding her parents, but through the ones surrounding the other victims as well.

Safe and exhausted, the child collapsed to her knees and had just enough strength to crawl to her dead mother's side.

This is where the response team found her some time later.

On the ship with the other survivors, was an older woman by the name of Sadie Brown. Sadie had been a neighbor and a surrogate aunt to the child and took her in.

Sadie died when Isa was sixteen. Her heart had merely given out.

Now, she became burdened with Sadie's death as well as her parents'. The latter was not clear to her due to the trauma she had sustained.

After Sadie's death, Isa took to the streets and became a scavenger and thief.

It wasn't long before she learned that she was different than the others around her. She was far more successful at stealing items of value from shopkeepers and customers alike. And she was very skilled at finding the right haul when she scavenged.

One day in the market, she stole a customer's pouch with their credits in it.

She didn't realize this was not one of her normal victims until the Sith Master caught up to her.

Eventually, impressed enough with her skill, the Sith brought her to Korriban to the Sith Academy. There she trained until she became apprenticed to the Emperor himself.


Class: Assassin- Watcher
Level: Lv. 13
Skills:

Tier I
Force Push/Pull
Force Jump (+1)
Force Sprint (+1)
Tutaminis
Force Stealth (+1)
Force Barrier (+1)
Makashi
Soresu
Niman
Jar'Kai (+1)

Tier II
Force Lightning
Force Scream
Mind Shard
Withering Affliction
Conceal Essence

 

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Character Summary
Name: Lady Scionica
Age: 22
Sex: Female
Species: Humanoid
Occupation: Sith Assassin
Height: 5’9”/175.3cm
Weight: 135 lbs/61kg

Physical Description: Scionica is a tall, humanoid female with black eyes and long, wavy, bright red hair. Her skin is pale, leaning towards porcelain. She is slightly more built in muscle than her twin Kevala, though still slim and wiry. She has identical tribal tattoos that run from her collarbones to elbows and three vertical lines tattooed running down the outer corners of her lower eyelids. She walks like a warrior, confident and fearless, with every bit of grace as a dancer. Scionica is abrasive, opinionated and confrontational, but nurses a secret soft spot and fierce loyalty towards her twin.

Clothing: Scionica’s clothing is usually black and grey and a conglomeration of leather- and cotton-type material that is form-fitting, but flexible. She dons black, fingerless gloves that lace up to her elbows and black leather, knee-high boots. She uses a deeply hooded cowl, with material to pull up over her face to disguise her features. She wears two black and silver leather belts that hang low on her hips.

Weapons: One yellow-bladed lightsaber, a modified electro-staff that she wears on her back and an assortment of vibro-shivs hidden on her person.

Description of Abilities: Scionica is highly skilled in physical combat, matching grace and swift reflexes with surprising brute force that she augments with the Force. She has an incredible amount of stamina and can quite happily spend all day training and still be perfectly fine the next morning. She is skilled in the lightsaber and utilises a unique form of bow that she has perfected on her own. Scionica relies more on the physical side of the Force as opposed to Kevala’s mental abilities, commonly using Force abilities to enhance her physical abilities. She has all of Kevala’s knowledge of weak and pressure points on the body, though little of her skill of poisons.

Bio: Scionica is a twin, the louder sister to Kevala. Little is known of their origins and they speak of it to no one. Some say they were born in the slums of a distant Outer-Rim planet to a woman who soon left them to her abusive, spice-addict husband. I’m sure you can imagine their home-life. At the age of eight, the twins took their revenge and took their chances in the streets. They learned cunning, street smarts, agility and hardiness and began working as hired assassins at the age of thirteen. But, of course, this is all here-say.

They come into history properly at the age of 21, when they were hired by an anonymous Mandalorian. The mission failed spectacularly as their target was revealed to be a Lady of the Sith, who quickly bested them. The Sith was impressed by their raw abilities with the Force and their hones physical skills. She invited them to join the Sith and imprinted the location of the Sith Temple before leaving them to their devices; beaten, bruised and injured, but very much alive. They were in awe of the woman’s abilities, her drive and passion used in combat. And the mysterious power she had used? They’d felt it all their lives as they knew no one else did. Cutting all ties with their employer, they disappeared on a stolen ship bound for Moraband. Reaching the Temple, the twin swore their allegiance to the Sith and Scionica was swiftly picked up by the a close acquaintance of the very woman they had been hired to kill: Lady Viscretus.

Now apprenticed, to Darth Apollyon, Lady Scionica has devoted herself to her studies and training, maintaining and honing her skills to perfection, craving every new thing brought her way. She has vowed her life and devotion to the Sith and will do anything needed to bring this great Order to the forefront of the Galaxy.

Rank/Level: Level 6 Apprentice
Class: Assassin
Skills: (7 points)
Force Push/Pull
Force Jump (+1)
Force Sprint (+1)
Tutaminis
Force Stealth (+1)
Force Barrier (+1)
Jar’Kai (+1)

 

Updated CS

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Name: Darth Anark, Born: Kade Etraa
Age: 26 (before being frozen in stasis for approximately 100 years)
Sex: Male
Species: Human
Occupation: Sith
Height: 6’
Weight: 185lb
Physical Description: Darth Anark was a tall, well-built human male with thick, medium length dark brown hair that most often had a dishevelled look to it. He had a handsome face, however, his good looks were tainted by a large scar stretching from the bottom of his right ear up to the bottom of the left eye. His eyes were green until his fall to the Dark Side when they turned more yellow. Half of the index finger on his left hand was lost due to an incident on Tatooine where it was chewed off.

Whilst engaged in combat with a number of Jedi, Anark was hit head on by the smouldering wreckage of a shuttle which was hurled towards him by the combined might of two foes, this left him with severe burns and left his face unrecognizable. He now covers his face with a solid black mask that is totally concealed by a hood giving him a simple, silhouette-like appearance.
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Weapons: He carries a single bladed red lightsaber with a black & silver hilt which has a slight curve to it. It is also slightly longer than the average hilt, somewhat resembling the handle of a Katana blade. He also keeps a DL-44 blaster in a holster tied to his left leg.

Description of Abilities: Gifted with the Force, Darth Anark focuses more on its properties and ways he can bend it to his will than he does in lightsaber combat and though he possesses a lightsaber, he is more adept at calling upon the Force when engaged in battle. He is training to refine his mind probing abilities and working to master his use of Force lightning.

Bio: Kade was abandoned by his biological mother at just a few weeks old and raised by a Duros family on their native planet. He fluently speaks both Durese and Galactic Basic.

After attending a flight academy during the Rise of The Empire, Kade was not allowed to progress after his first year due to confrontational behaviour with his peers and getting into more than one fist fight.

With any hope of joining the Imperial Military dashed by his inability to control his anger, he made his way across the galaxy into the western reaches where he settled on the planet Jakku spending the best part of five years as a scavenger until his adopted father finally tracked him down and came to enquire about his disturbing behaviour, he had been aware of the young humans possible Force sensitivity for years. Kade proceeded to argue his case, if only with an immature refusal to answer any of the Duros questions directly. In a fit of rage, he bludgeoned the head of his adopted family to death with the staff he’d carried since his arrival on the desert planet.

Not long after, he found himself caught up in the great battle of Jakku and fled deeper into the western reaches where he sealed himself in a stasis for protection and the prospect of transported to a better time in the future. After emerging a century later, he took a while to become accustomed to the new way of things and how the galaxy had changed.

After coming to terms with what he had done back on that rock, Jakku, Kade Etraa made a journey to a temple he had heard whispers off during his movement around the Outer Rim and decided to go there seeking some sort of purpose and acceptance in his life.

He caught the attention of three Sith Lords and after proving himself worthy of apprenticeship, he was taken under the wing of Darth Insipid, Night Herald of The Sith Empire. Shortly after this, he acquired a lightsaber and took the name Darth Anark.

He is also the biological son of an unknown Jedi who served during The Clone Wars.


Rank/Level: Lv6 – Sith Apprentice

Class: Sorcerer

Skills:

Force push/pull (+1)
Force choke (+1)
Force jump
Force Barrier
Tutaminis (+1)
Force Rage
Makashi





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Name: Lady Kwea Acantha (born Lorelei)
Age: 18
Sex: Female
Species: Human
Height: 5' 6"
Weight: 134 lbs.
Occupation: Sith Apprentice
Physical description: Broadish shoulders, strong, well built, dark brown hair (usually in a bun, braid, or low ponytail), strong features, brown, expressive eyes, light-medium skin.
Clothing: Tight black pants, black under and over tunics, red thick sash, black cloak with no hood, red holster with weathered buckle, tall shiny black boots.
Weapons: lightsaber, blaster
Description of abilities: She is strong in the Force. Kwea is good with a lightsaber although she prefers to talk things through and use the Force to twist the minds of her opponents before lifting her blade. Her usual fighting tactics are to wait for the opponent to strike and watch them for weaknesses. She usually goes to defense rather than offense. Kwea uses both Makashi and Shien and prefers to leave the acrobatics to others.
Biography: Kwea was born as a the youngest member of a noble family in Onederon but taken by the Jedi as a 6 year old. Until then she had been dismissed as a bother by her family. She was one of the best students at the Temple in Coruscant and was admired by many other students. She was taken as an apprentice by Luminara Unduli. A Sith infiltrated the Temple. He became her friend and slowly started turning her to the dark side. The Jedi Council was wary of how much time she was spending with him and started to have inklings that he could be a Sith. Her master spoke to her of distancing her self from him but they argued and words were whispered about her around the Temple. The Sith knew the Council found out and sent her to Nixor where she was taken through training and then made an Apprentice.

Class: Warrior
Level: 6
Skills:

Force Push/Pull
Force Choke
Force Jump
Force Rage
Tutaminis
Makashi
Shien/Djem So

 

IC: Robyn Shaire
Location: SSSD Vapid, Hangar Battle

Robyn bolted halfway across the battlefield before she realized that Master Vao wasn't following right behind, and managed to regroup, panting, with the other Sith. The Jedi numbers were gradually dwindling, some distance away she could see the Zeltron she'd thrown, applying bacta patches across his chest and arms. Thank goodness, he could still stand...

The battle started up again with a word and blaster shot from Lord Insipid, but Robyn couldn't even lift her own lightsaber blade. Instead, she felt something grab her, sharply around the waist. Is this supposed to be payback? she managed to wonder as she was sent flying through the Force. She wrenched herself in the air, trying hard to stay steady. Who had thrown her?! Where was she heading to-... Instinctively, Robyn shut her eyes to activate her Sight and ward off dizziness.

She still couldn't tell what she was going to hit, but she could see blue heading straight for her, very fast. Robyn tried shielding her head with an arm, throwing Force power behind her in an attempt to slow down... just before her back soundly met bulkhead. Her eyes flew open with a high pitched scream of agony as her shoulder began to burn. A second voice joined her, that quickly devolved from screaming to weak coughing. Robyn's entire arm was on fire, but it wasn't until her blank eyes could refocus that she recognized a bundle of blue hair. Her Zeltron Jedi.

His face was absolutely marred with burns, but his eyes were wide already going strangely pale. By now, the scorched sensation was traveling down her arm to her fingertips and her side, and Robyn realized what was causing both. His blue lightsaber blade had gone straight through her shoulder, and still remained active in his hand. Her violet blade had never deactivated either... and hers was going through his chest.

No...! The boy's head dropped down against her without a word, and both sabers switched off at once. "AHH-" she cried out first, desperately grasping at her burning shoulder. I've... I've done it...? she thought, feebly pushing with her other arm to get him off of her. She had killed him...and it wasn't even on purpose...!

"OW! ..." Pain shot up and down her arm the moment it moved against the ground, and just refused to let Robyn focus on anything else. "I'm...s,sorry..." she shut her eyes tight, trying to decide whether the heaviness in her eyes was pain from her injury, or pain from the Jedi she just killed.

Lord... Dreadwar, would be disappointed... she thought, desperately trying to distract herself from her slowly numbing arm. I still can't...derive power from pain... Her legs were fine, she could still walk. She had to find the strength to stand...

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Name: Lord Manticore
Age: 27
Sex: Male
Species: Zabrak
Height: 6’2
Weight: 190 lbs
Occupation: Sith Marauder
Physical description: Very athletic and muscular build. Blood red skin color, raven hair tied in a long black braid. Fiery irises, like burning embers, a Mythical Manticore tattoo covers his torso and back. He has lightsaber burns covering his arms and shoulders.
Clothing: Loose fitting sith combat gear, with armor mesh. Black hooded cloak, black boots and gloves.

Weapons: Detachable, double-bladed lightsaber with unassuming black hilts, save for a Manticore sigil. ( they become two weapons for dual wielding purposes ), the blades are a vermillion color. The Force, Hate an Anger. Teras Kasi and Echani Martial Arts.

Description of abilities: Lord Manticore is an ingenious combatant, who has keen awareness of combat zones and all its ranges. Though an inherently feral combatant, he also moves seamlessly between attack and defense, feints and counter-attacks, as though he was reading the entire encounter. He is comfortable at all ranges of engagement and is quick to adapt to any surprises - then counters them. His ability to combine Force powers with martial skills into impressive attack strings and combinations have garnered him much prestige. He is a proponent of the Great Sith Lord Tulak Hord to a near obsessive degree. His greatest ambition is to learn the Sith Lord’s secrets.

Biography: Lord Manticore was groomed from a very young age to be a vessel for dark power as well as a Sith hopeful. His former Master was believed to be an exiled Sith or Dark Sider who sought to regain favour with the Sith with the grooming of 'the boy'. His too often cruel training at the hands of his overly zealous dark master created a warrior with exceptional combat skills and a cunning mind, akin to the predatory creatures of myth, and equally heartless, if not more.

After unsurprisingly killing his cruel and sadistic Master in an act of pure hate, Lord Manticore took all that was rightfully his, and in his quest for power, he sought the Sith, and his destiny. He found them eventually, and proved himself in their Trials. By dint of his anger and the darkside, he has risen through the sith ranks, and was even taken as an apprentice for a time. Now, as a Sith Master, he is ready for the greater challenges that await him. Such that will have him risk it all. That’d be a worthy challenge indeed. Worthy of a SITH!

Class: Sith Warrior/ Marauder
Level: 26 High Lord
Skills:

Tier I

Force Push/Pull
Force Choke
Force Jump
Force Sprint
Tutaminis
Force Rage
Force Stealth
Force Barrier
Shii-Cho
Soresu
Shien/Djem So
Niman
Jar’ Kai

Tier II

Mind Trick
Force Avalanche
Withering Affliction
Conceal Essence
Ataru

Tier III

Pyrokinesis
Hibernation


Tier IV

 

Sorry for the second CS post so soon after the other one, there are a few significant changes to the sheet (powers, weapon, physical description, and bio summary) in order to let the character evolve a bit post resurrection.

CHARACTER SHEET


'Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds.'

Name: Xen Gaal
Alias: Darth Cruor
Age: Unknown
Sex: Male
Species: Gen'Dai
Occupation: Sith
Physical Description: 8' tall when standing at full height. His resurrection has left him greatly changed. Though still corporeal his body is no longer immensely muscular and bulky, but rather relatively thin (as far as Gen'Dai standards go), though he has lost none of his physical strength or agility. His body is wrapped completely in tattered black linens in the style of a mummy, over which he wears a ragged black zeyd-cloth hooded cloak. He no longer wears the mask that obscured his face, that was lost at some point after his death. The light around him is muted, and shadows gather upon his clothing, at times writhing as if the darkness was itself alive.

Weapon: Darkstaff, Lesser: The Lesser Darkstaff is a powerful Sith artifact that was a precursor to one of the most dangerous and unpredictable objects in the Galaxy, the Greater Darkstaff which was once owned by Darth Rivan. The exact material this black staff is made from is unknown, but it appears as if it is some kind of ancient gnarled wood that has the ability to change it's size to the wielder's desire. All light that passed near the artifact is consumed by the Darkstaff,it is able to produce black, smoky tendrils (Dark Side Tendrils) that will attack living individuals. It can teleport itself and it's wielder to a different location, the teleportation is localize to a planetary scale or smaller. The staff is immune to the effects of all Force powers and to all forms of energy damage, including lightsaber attacks.

Furthermore, the staff has the ability to transform creatures into Sithspawn, dark side–influenced mutants, and could be used to animate corpses, to create dark side–using zombies, or to create shadow creatures controlled by the owner of the staff. Cadavers that are exposed to the Darkstaff for extended periods of time can sometimes be mutated by the staff's power in a manner that causes them to be strengthened, rather than weakened, when attacked with energy based weapons.

At the will of the wielder of the Darkstaff, beings in the presence of the artifact feel an uncomfortable sensation, as if the air around them had become thick, oily, and unpleasant. In addition, the artifact's powers prevented anyone who wields it from being disarmed during combat,and it can also enshroud its bearer in a cloak of shadows that concealed their appearance.

Personality: Everything about Darth Cruor is intimidating, including his deep, rough-sounding voice. He is deceitful, and will use others to achieve his own ends, though prefers to be viewed by those around him as a being who will help them achieve their desires and goals. To achieve that, he plays on people's emotions by appealing to their senses of greed and ambition. Viewing himself as all powerful, the Sith Lord believes that he has the right to choose when to end the lives of sentient beings, and considers it acceptable for the strong to make decisions for the weak, because he judges that some beings were never destined to be anything other than slaves.

In all ways he serves the Sith and the Dark Side of the Force. He is loyal to those who rule the Sith Empire, as long as he sees that their service is loyal to those they rule over. He views all that he does as a service to the Dark Side of the Force, and as necessary for the survival and continued greatness of the Sith.

Description of Abilities: Tank, Sith Necromancer, Undead Gen'Dai

Biography:
A Sith of ancient origins who has gone by many names, he was able to survive the rise and fall of numerous Empires.

His world was found and exploited by Sith Pantheon. The Sith drained the world of its resources and they eventually left, but not before taking with them a creature powerful in the Force. Xen Gaal at this time started his training under the being known as The Left-Handed God, Typhojem, known to the Rakata as Darth Nemesis, and did not finish his apprenticeship for more than a century. It was during this time where he met with a new servant of the Pantheon, Darth Dreadwar.

It was also during this time that Xen Gaal earned his Sith name, Darth Cruor, given to him by Darth Nemesis himself in honor of his proficiency in battle. A fitting name that would last with him through the centuries.

Over the course of the 7,000 + years that followed Darth Cruor was present at some of the Galaxies most critical moments, under the guise of various names he instigated wars, genocide, and assassinations. His entire purpose seemed focused on the downfall of civilizations, the ruin of Orders both Sith and Jedi alike. His actions served to cull the strong from society, spread instability and chaos, and herald the coming into power of the New Sith Empire!

Since his death the political landscape has changed drastically, almost all that he had once known was gone. The Empire of the day is seemingly thriving, and it has been offered to him that he join with the ruling party, the Third Sith Triumvirate. If he does so or not still remains to be seen.

His resurrection has left him greatly changed. Though still corporeal his body is no longer bulky, but rather relatively thin as far as Gen'Dai standards go, though he has lost none of his physical strength or agility. His powers are also seemingly changed in nature, once a pure physical force of nature, he now additionally has far greater strength in his ability to use the Dark Side.


Class: Warrior/Marauder
Level: 27/High Lord
Skills: 30 points

Tier I (8 points)

Force Push/Pull
Force Jump
Force Sprint
Tutaminis
Force Rage ( +1 )
Dark Side Meld
Force Barrier
Jar'Kai

Tier II (8 points)

Force Scream ( +1 )
Force Drain
Force Avalanche
Withering Affliction

Tier III (6 points)

Cryokinesis
Force Illusions

Tier IV (8 points)

Hunger
Mind Probe

 

IC- Darth Arach
Morriband

The dagger she held was made out of one bone. It curved like a serpent's tooth and came to a point on the end of the hilt. The point was sharp enough to serve as another means of attack. The hilt itself was intricately etched in a design and language Arach was unfamiliar with, though she had a feeling that some characters across the grip was a name. She gently ran her fingertips over the characters.....

And was suddenly and violently thrown into a maelstrom of anger, then, just as suddenly, there was the deepest, darkest nothing she had known.

She knew what happened.

Her master was dead.

It was impossible and totally inconceivable. Yet, when she tried searching for him, all she got was that empty nothing. It was a deep void.

Arach slowly became aware of dull pain. Physical pain in contrast to the deep, almost numb, pain that raged inside. With this dull pain, she became aware of her surroundings again. She realized her body had become ramrod straight and rigid as if she were undergoing a seizure. Her muscles were sore from being in so tense a position.

Slowly, she relaxed her muscles and her body. Arach became aware of the cut on the bottom of her forearm when she moved her hands that were clenched around her dagger in her lap. During her blackout, the blade had cut her arm.

As she watched the blood flow, she felt an ice- cold rage fill her.

Her master was dead and whoever killed him had better make sure she never found them.

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IC: Darth Anark

Still under the rubble...

The intensity of the heat hanging in the air was rising where Darth Anark was still hunched under the shuttle's wreckage.

There must still be a fire burning somewhere...

Crawling through pieces of scalding hot debris wasn't easy, made ever more difficult by the state of the young Sith after all the injuries he'd sustained. He had taken about ten agonizing paces, unable to avoid picking up more shards of glass in his bare skin as he scrambled forward, dragging his legs behind him like broken limbs - they were not broken though, they were practically the only part of his fractured form that he could actually feel at this point, but the space was too small to walk or even crouch through.

He came to a halt when he clocked a large crack of light splitting through a bent wall in what he supposed was the shuttles hull. He would certainly not fit through such a tight gap and in the same moment he spotted his possible escape, the remains of the shuttle gave a deep bellow and he felt his surroundings shift slightly as pieces of dust and debris spilled down from the roof of the hulk above and landed on his fractured shoulder. This brought on a feeling he had not experienced since the day he'd murdered his surrogate Duros father in a fit of rage and fled Jakku in the midst of the planets greatest battle.

Dread.

He guessed he had but sixty seconds before the shuttle would finally give way and he would either be annihilated instantly, wrenched out of thought and time, or die a slow painful death, pinned to the ground until he took his last breath. Anark pressed forward with haste and prepared to summon all the power he could muster. The nerves still severed in his mangled face, he could managed to close his eyelids to aid in concentration. His body was broken and his mind was using all its energy to keep him from crying out in immense pain or simply crumbling to the ground. Still he fought, an internal battle rather than a physical one, the grumbling movement of the shuttle sounding around him as if to taunt him and break his focus. With a slow gesture of pulling both hands apart from one another and curling all remaining appendages into a claw-like position, he called upon the Force for what could be the last time and the crack in the shuttles hull shook slowly at first before splitting apart. Light poured in as the Sith opened his eyes and he used his last vestige of energy to leap forward as he began to feel the ruin collapse around him with a loud crash.

He was out, free. Free but utterly floored.

And then something strange happened. This was not some after effect of his exertion, this was something else. Something alien to him. An instantaneous obliteration of some formidable force somewhere. He had tried to forge some link with Lord Insipid since beginning his apprenticeship but he was still only a learner and could not possibly have felt such a mighty tremor in the Force through his master this early in his career, the bond simply was not strong enough. This Dark earthquake had come from one even more powerful than The Night Herald... could it be?

The Emperor.

The Emperor had fallen.

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IC: Darth Hesper
Secondary Flag Hangar

Hesper did not understand what was happening. The words of her Master echoed in her mind: If it is a seal, it cannot be broken. Something beyond her grasp was taking place, and she had been drawn into the fray in its final moments. Darth Dreadwar negated the Crossfire's strike with a flick of his wrist, and Hesper continued to fend off the Jedi that was lunging to engage her. She hurled everything the Jedi threw at her back at him with precision; sensing the pressing urgency that was filling the air, Hesper hated to turn her back on her Master, but the Jedi continued to advance.

Then: A burst of light.

It surrounded all in the hangar, yet did not harm Hesper or the others. Rather, it took its aim at Darth Dreadwar.

The realization of what has about to happen struck Hesper hard. Her Master would disappear, and it seemed Dreadwar had known it was all coming. He had known his end was near. He had known what was nigh.

Thoroughly angered, Hesper's entire body screamed against engaging the Jedi, and she wanted in that moment more than anything to know a way to reverse the events that were unfolding. But she could not take her attention from the Jedi-- she was not yet strong enough to make quick work of him, and could not divide her attention between he and her Master. Giving in, Hesper lurched toward the Jedi, and simultaneously, he directed a Force-gesture at her feet.

Being small and light on her feet, Hesper nimbly danced around his attack with quick footwork and her own eddy in the Force to negate his attempt to trip her. The Jedi followed through on his launch towards Hesper, and with a heavy sigh, Hesper drew her lightsaber, leaving it yet deactivated. Just as the Jedi was bringing his lightsaber down in an arc upon her, Hesper raised her arm and activated the blade, blocking the offensive. The blue of the Jedi's blade reflected in his face; the red of Hesper's, in hers. It was exhilarating. Hesper had never crossed blades with a Jedi before this moment.

In a rush of adrenaline, Hesper and the Jedi exchanged a quick series of parries before Hesper stopped cold.

From behind her, she sensed the incriminating presence of Darth Dreadwar go out like a light, and an instant icy sensation exploded in her chest. It knocked the wind out of her and forced her to her knees. So soon. The familiar sensation of loss.

Her Emperor was dead.

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GM UPDATE

IC: Darth Haretisch

“Perhaps, before you go throwing accusations, my Lord, you first look at your own handiwork. If a lightsaber is so flimsy that it can be rendered dysfunctional so easily, it does not deserve to be used.”

Haretisch smiled faintly at the apprentice's retort, if one could call it such. Foolishness, more like - but a fair point nonetheless. Still, it was against anyone's better judgment to speak to a Dark Lord with such candor, publicly no less.

He admired her utter lack of caution, in a way. Still, she would be made an example of. In no way was his ego bruised by such an assessment - in many ways in fact he possessed no ego to bruise. What he did possess was a goal - and the goals of a Dark Lord of the Sith are rarely well served by tolerating shameless insolence.

One by one, the apprentices boarded the transport through the wide opening in its side - some tucking themselves back behind the short length of wall at each corner which provided a small amount of relief from the vertigo inherent in riding near the door. Cruor and Draconis, too, boarded the ship and rode in quiet observance of their surroundings. It was unlikely that either would have much to say as of yet in such mixed company - not until they had better surveyed the changes in the political landscape which had occurred during their incognizance.

At last the ship lift off, and the Valley of the Dark Lords was but a shrinking specter behind them.

Haretisch looked again to Scionica. She had found another weapon, as were his instructions. Perhaps he would take it for himself as a short lived replacement to his own - at least until he could construct another.

He rose a hand, his eyes still focused upon her, and prepared to extinguish the life from her with a stroke of his telekinesis. He stretched his senses, and within his mind's eye formed a map. A diagram of pathways - the flow of the force energies which surrounded and permeated her. Her heart. Her lungs. Her brain.

He clinched his fist, effortlessly crushing those energies inward, and she fell limply to the floor at his feet. She made not a sound but for a faint, brief gurgle, and her bared teeth stained red with quickly draining sanguine essence. The pool formed a perfect arc around the Dark Lord's boots as it flowed - redirected by his telekinesis. He abhorred breaking in new boots and wouldn't have them ruined.

Then, another death filled his senses.

It shot through him like a spear. His fist lowered slowly back to his side as he stood in stunned silence. The force rippled - no, it quaked. It quaked in the wake of a titanic power vacuum. For just a moment, he felt nothing but utter chaos in the fabric of the dark side. Nothing but heat and flame.

And then it normalized. Thought once again overtook feeling, and realization dawned upon him.

Darth Dreadwar, the Emperor, the dread king... The fool. The magnificent, brilliant, stupid, pompous, godlike, lying fool. The *key* to every plan the Shadow Hand had worked to bring to fruition.

He was dead. Darth Dreadwar was dead. Kuar Da'nar, who had gone to unequaled lengths many times over to evade the cruel hand of death, could not escape the embrace of his greatest fear.

And in the wake of his passing, Darth Haretisch, who wished endlessly for the cold emptiness of non-existence but had not the will to bring it upon himself, stood living. And with him stood Arach. Za'a. Kronos. Astraljunker. Cruor. Draconis. Kralkus. The irony was devastating.

The transport touched down, and Haretisch stepped over the husk which had been Scionica as he disembarked into the hangar. An apprentice's insolence was now far from his mind. Her death would have passed from importance for all them as quickly as it had come, as each would have felt the subsequent and far more cataclysmic death of the Emperor in their own way.

There was much to be done.

"Kronos, Astraljunker," he spoke up for the first time since the group left the valley. "Rest briefly. Then meet Kralkus in the eastern hangar in the far side of the temple," he looked to his diminutive servant, nodding. Kralkus knew what to do, and he knew the final piece to the puzzle. The piece in question whom was, incidentally, only a few corridors away and nearing the hangar. "I will send another to replace the dead one," he added, remembering that he had just left Scionica in an exsanguinated heap on the floor of the transport.

"Arach," the Dark Lord shifted his attention to the relatively young apprentice who had quietly impressed him so throughout the mission to bring Cruor and Draconis back into the fold. "Do the same - rest and refresh yourself quickly. Then return here. There is little time to waste."

"There is one more order of business," he said. "Darth Arach, I do not need to tell you that your master is no more. Nor do I need to explain your importance to the victory from which we've just returned."

"And you as well, Darth Kronos," he continued. "Also have you shown power and wisdom beyond your years."

He met the gaze of each once more. "Go forth now as Sith Masters. Honor the empire."

"To Lords Cruor and Draconis," he started as he turned to leave, "Come with me."

With that, he strode from the hangar with the old lords in tow. He could feel Insipid's presence in the throne room - a presence which should have been across the galaxy. He remembered the chaotic ordeal in the Night Herald's chambers the previous evening - the mixing and mingling and clashing of spirits and essences. A faint glimmer of hope remained that his plans were not completely undone, that what had once lived in Dreadwar might still live in Insipid.

His steps were quick and purposeful.

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IC: Darth Kralkus and Esmerelda (combo with Sinrebirth)

Kralkus released the breath he hadn't known himself to be holding in as Haretisch finally left the hangar with Cruor and Draconis. Dreadwar was... Dead? Truly nothing should be unexpected, he mused. One as old as Kralkus had surely learned that wisdom, long before the relative children in whose company he now stood had even been thought of. He was old and had seen much, though the death of an ancient and immortal being was a new surprise.

At the entrance to the hangar, the final member of the team was arriving.

The last member of their team was a winsome thing in her early twenties. With brown hair and brown eyes, her skin was fair and her smile was wide. She clutched a book, and was dressed in expensive but subtle clothing. As soon as the human saw the gathered group, and Master Kralkus to boot, she promptly lowered her eyes and bowed to the assembled Sith. "My lords, I am Esmerelda. I have been tasked with assisting you in your venture by Dark Lord Haretisch."

She actually curtsied, and nodded to them in turn. "I look forward to getting to know you each on our quest!" Again that smile, and then she remembered herself, and her place, and lowered her eyes again. "If you would have me, Master Kralkus."

Kralkus nodded, with a rare smile. "Up lift your gaze, apprentice. Without your help, access the ruins we could not. Valuable is your knowledge, and not for nothing did Lord Haretisch sponsor your studies."

He turned back to the others, surveying reactions to the new addition as he began the briefing. "Accompany us to Hoth, Apprentice Esmerelda will. There, in a long abandoned vault of ancient Sith making, is an artifact of import to the Shadow Hand. Long has he coveted the Eye of Hoth, a luminous jewel housed in the deepest recesses of the dungeon. Nothing breathes in that subterranean complex, but confronted we will be. By ancient technology will we be stymied. Impossible will it be to enter without the help of Esmerelda - long has she studied the antiquated technology of the vault. Unrivaled is her understanding of its intricacies. Protect and escort her we must."

Kralkus sighed deeply. "Dress for winter, you should," he finished, and left the hangar with Esmerelda following closely behind.

TAG: Darth Kronos, Shira A'dola, StudentoftheSith, Sinrebirth

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The library was deserted but for Darth Kwea, who had begun her designs on snooping around the treasure trove of knowledge as soon as the Lorekeeper had vacated his roost. Being a favored apprentice to Darth Haretisch had its benefits -- immunity to the wrath of the Lorekeeper was not one of them, if one were foolish enough to be too familiar with the artifacts without permission.

Only a short distance behind her followed Darth Octavius. A handpicked and trusted ally of the Shadow Hand, and also his apprentice. Perhaps his prized apprentice, even, as a former Jedi just beginning to gray with experience but still possessing the strength and vigor of youth. It was his political aspirations which had attracted the interest of the Dark Lord initially. Now he found himself a temporary babysitter of sorts. When his lordship had departed for the lower valley, Kwea had been left in his more than capable hands, with the instruction to keep her out of trouble as much was feasible. Not much was feasible.

He had tried to dissuade her, but to no avail. At this particular time all the cats were away - Lorekeeper, Lord Insipid, even their master himself. The Emperor had still been present in the temple, before his demise minutes prior, anyway - as he tended to be in simply too many places at once - but the activities of misbehaving apprentices had always been beneath him in any case, and so his demise changed little in this regard.

What neither Kwea nor Octavius realized was that the Lorekeeper was not one to leave his beloved library unguarded in his abscence. Not completely, anyway. And as Kwea began to freely explore the tomes and grimoires and holocrons which filled it, and Octavius tried in vain to quietly counsel her against this mischief - to return with him to Haretisch's war room of which they had free reign as his students - a presence watched them from the shadows.

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IC- Darth Arach
Morriband, Sith Temple

"Arach."

Arach raised her gaze from her still bleeding forearm to meet the Dark Lord's gaze, taking no care to hide the furious rage in her eyes.

"Do the same - rest and refresh yourself quickly. Then return here. There is little time to waste."

"Yes, my lord," she replied, quietly and calmly. No trace of her inner turmoil was evident in her voice.

"There is one more order of business," Haretisch continued. "Darth Arach, I do not need to tell you that your master is no more. Nor do I need to explain your importance to the victory from which we've just returned."

He turned to another apprentice. "And you as well, Darth Kronos, also have you shown power and wisdom beyond your years."

He met the gaze of each once more. "Go forth now as Sith Masters. Honor the empire."

Arach sheathed her dagger and bowed deeply from her waist.

When Haretisch had dismissed them, Arach strode quickly into the Temple.

Yes, she thought. I shall honor the empire. And my master.


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IC: Lord Manticore
Vapid hangar battle, Empress Teta

There was a brief pause in combat as Lord Manticore and the Blue Twi’lek Jedi Master re-evaluated each other. The two warriors circled each other, their weapons in hand and at the ready. The first pass already informed both combatants that martially speaking, they were nearly each others equal and a victory would not be so easily attained.

Manticore drew on the darkside, feeling and sensing the tides of battle all throughout. The sith continued to gain an advantage, but at a very slow pace, too slow. The zabrak had no doubt the Jedi could sense it as well, but their foolish pride would cement them in place, and so, they would fall.

Then quite suddenly, a powerful disturbance in the force caught the Sith Lord’s attention. He turned just in time for his fiery eyes to witness something he would not have believed otherwise.

Darth Insipid speared Emperor Dreadwar’s skull with a lightsaber blade, then in a blink, the form of the Sith Emperor disappeared, but not just his form alone. His very presence had completely vanished from his consciousness, almost like he’d never existed.

Manticore frowned.

Darth Dreadwar was immortal and unkillable, and certainly not by such conventional means. Something was very wrong, but that which he had seen could no have been the truth of the matter.

The darkside churned powerfully in response. Even the Force abhorred a vacuum. Everything was shifting, but to what end? The answer was not yet clear.

Manticore turned, remembering his blue opponent, who now gestured with an accusing finger.

“I know who your Lord just killed. You say that I have no chance of success, that I have lost? I need not win; the Sith will undo themselves. If not Malak to Revan, if not Bane to Kaan, Lumiya to Sidious, Wyyrlok to Krayt, or Wredd to Nihl there is always someone.”

Manticore snorted and allowed him to speak as he watched the Twi’lek carefully. If the Jedi Master was so wise, then he should have taken his own counsel and let the Sith deal with the Sith. He all but admitted he could not win this day.

“Will it be your apprentice?”

Manticore spared a glance at Robyn. She had killed her first Jedi, not intentionally however. Her unwillingness had cost her. She was wounded. Good. Pain was an excellent teacher. She was spared death and lived to learn a valuable lesson, and to do battle again. That was more that could be said for the dead Jedi.

“Or will you kill her for not having killed ‘cleanly’?”

Manticore sneered at the ‘clever’ Twi’lek. Let him wonder about that answer.

Following the blue gaze from the twi’lek, Manticore’s own fiery gaze regarded Lord Titus’s clash.

“Will it be your Dark Lord for you not winning ‘quick enough’? Will it be simply because you’re in his way?”

The Jedi. Always so presumptuous, thinking that they knew exactly how things worked. It was an idiotic notion , a weakness they clung to quite fervently. How pathetic.

Manticore watched the Blue Twi’lek curiously as he took a deep breath and then deactivated his weapon, but still held on to it. The Jedi master closed his eyes.

“Come, Lord Manticore. My death will see your elevation to the High Lordship.”

Manticore raised an eyebrow. The presumptuous twi’lek knew his by name, that was a surprise; but he was wrong. The Jedi understood nothing, that was clear now. He was choosing to die a coward’s death. There was no honor in that.

“Of course if your apprentice dies of her wounds, will your title be worth it?” The Twi’lek turned away, giving the zabrak sith master his back, weapon still in hand, though not ignited. He began to walk towards a fighter that still seemed space worthy.

It was a ruse. A cheap trick. Obvious as the red planet’s color.

“If the leader is a coward, so is the rest of the order, and so, all cowards that follow will be put out of their unworthy existence. Can you live with that?”

Manticore spared a glance at Robyn then. He looked down at the fallen Jedi’s arm, then back at her. What was she waiting for? It’s not like the dead Jedi had any more use for the items he had employed a moment ago.

The words spoken by Darth Insipid earlier in the day were words Manticore’s own dead master had spoken to him during his early training. There were things worst than death. Perhaps this Jedi Master was eager to learn such a lesson.

In a flash, the zabrak rushed at the unarmed jedi who fought with the large sith. Propelled by the force at high speeds, Lord Manticore’s weapon slashed horizontally and cleaved the supporting Jedi in two, before he even realized what had occurred.

The Large Sith could now focus on his lightsaber wielding opponent and finish him in due course.

As for the combative female jedi, it was a pity she was an enemy. Manticore admired her fiery spirit. At least she was still fighting, and deserved a warrior’s death.

Using force pull, the zabrak sith master tugged at the pink Togruta Jedi Master, a move meant to unbalance their mutual enemy long enough for Darth Titus to press the advantage.

The female Jedi received the same treatment.

Manticore knew that Robyn was vulnerable and glanced at the Blue Twi’lek.

Would he walk away from his struggling comrades? Would he attack a defenseless Sith Apprentice? or would he truly try an escape the battle field like a coward?

The Jedi had come and attacked, full of bravado and aggression. Where was their warrior’s determination? Where was their vaunted strength? Revan had once been a Jedi, but chose to be a sith. The same was true for Darth Vader, Ulic Qel-Droma, and Exar Kun.

‘There is nowhere you can go Jedi.” Manticore called out.

“Come, I can help you. The Force shall set you free.”

Tag: @Sinrebirth, @Darth Master Titus, @Padawan4687, @Snokers, @dragonsith13


OOC: That was an Excellent Update Lord Insipid!

 

IC: Robyn Shaire
Location: SSSD Vapid

Standing was probably not an option just yet... Robyn's entire side was on fire, and the boy's weight on top of her was no help at all as she struggled to reach her feet. She finally slumped back down with tears in her closed eyes, her heart pounding with the effort.

Through her Sight, she faintly realized that Master Vao and all of the others were still engaged. Though, there wasn't nearly as much movement this time, they were probably talking... Wait, that red wasn't there before, right? She blinked several times, and through the rapid switching from her regular vision to Sight, recognized Darth Dreadwar now standing beside Lord Insipid. Just like that, he was gone!

Behind closed lids, Robyn blankly watched the red tendrils that were Dreadwar's near omnipresent power just...shrink away. Within seconds, his massive, impressive aura vanished completely, leaving a vast empty void behind. For a moment, Robyn forgot all about the pain in her arm, or the Jedi lying across her. "No... no way...! That's, impossible..." She could only stare blankly ahead as her mind sluggishly realized what had just happened.

Lord Dreadwar the Ancient was gone. The unkillable Force God and Emperor had just died... The only face in this entire crowd of Sith that she felt the slightest bit of friendly camaraderie towards...! The person that led her here to begin with... He was, really gone...?

Robyn felt herself beginning to tremble, and felt all of her energy just leech out of her. She let her head sink back against the bulkhead, keeping that blank expression on despite the tears running down her cheeks. There was no burning rage, or even much sadness. She only felt cold, numb, and utterly alone.

TAG: Sinrebirth, Darth Master Titus, Snokers, dragonsith13, greyjedi125

 

Darth Cruor
Sith Temple

The Gen'Dai watched the others closely during the shuttle trip to the Temple, they were much like the Sith he had known over a century ago. Each aspired to their own goals, there was ambition enough to go around, that he could feel. His gaze shifted to the Dark Lord, he barely remembered the boy he once was, so different was Haretisch now. Even now he was in the midst of killing one of the Sith in the shuttle, what crime she had committed Cruor didn't care to know.

Some beings didn't need a reason to kill.

It was then that he felt a massive shift in the Force. The Gen'Dai knew that Haretisch felt it as well, the Dark Lord instantly stopped choking the woman and was clearly taken aback by the sensation. Darth Cruor could not yet know the truth of the event, but this Empire grew more interesting by the moment.

His cloaked hood turned to the woman Haretisch was choking, even now she was gasping for air. The Gen'Dai looked at her face, he remembered her. Through the chaotic fog caused by the Entity he could recall the pain she caused him. Few ever came as close to the Gen'Dai in combat and lived to tell of it.

Eventually the shuttle landed and the Sith began to disembark for their next assignments, "To Lords Cruor and Draconis," Haretisch called as he turned to leave, "Come with me."
Darth Cruor followed, as did Draconis. It was then that Darth Cruor inquired on the Dark Lord. "Who died." Blunt. There was no sense in playing around the question, something happened not long ago and it was of vast importance. There was something more however, something the ancient Sith could not place his mind upon. He was tied to this event in a personal way that he could not yet understand, and he meant to find answers.

Darth_wanderguard dragonsith13 Sinrebirth


Rakib the Novice
Library

Nobody was supposed to be here now, the library is closed. His mind raced as he feet quickly carried him toward the the sounds he heard earlier, they seemed to be coming from near the main entrance. "Oh, no. No, this is not good." He worried aloud. The Lorekeeper was never kind to him even in the best of situations, if someone came in and disturbed anything in his absence Rakib would suffer for it.

Rakib always suffered. For the past 4 years he had suffered. Ever since The Lorekeeper accepted him as an apprentice, if it could even be called such. All he did was clean, sort, file, and catalog. He was now 15, he should be learning about the Dark Side, but he wasn't even allowed to leave the library.

What made it worse for Rakib was that he was Elomin. His people were obsessed with two things. Order, and hygiene. His natural obsession with keeping things orderly was why The Lorekeeper selected him as an apprentice, but the man's lack of hygiene disgusted him.

Now this!

Coming to the end of two rows of books Rakib stood in the darker shadows and tried to get a look at who was in the library. He saw them then. One was a girl, a bit older than himself. Next to her was an older man, obviously the smarter of the two as Rakib could hear him nagging the girl to leave before they got into trouble.

Rakib thought for a few moments, if he confronted them they would just beat him, at least that is what The Lorekeeper would do. No, he couldn't confront them.

He could scare them however. The young novice recalled an animal from his homeworld, it was a nocturnal creature called a Bib. What made them particularly scary however, at least to the boy he once was, was the noise they made when warning off others of their species.

So scared was he in fact that he learned this call in order to chase away any bib in the area, it worked well.

Rakib took two fingers, placed them under his chin and pushed up, he then clenched his teeth and exhaled powerfully. The novice emitted was a cross between a whistle and the chatter of a squirrel, as soon as Rakib heard it again he realized that it no longer sounded as terrifying as he remembered. Hopefully the two intruders were as easy to spook as his younger self was.

For now all he could do is wait and hope they left.



Darth_wanderguard Anedon Halle Dray

 

Drigant Moria
SSSD Vapid -- Hanger

Drigant grunted, as his cleaving strike missed its mark, the Jedi in his sights was saved only by one of his fellow Knights manipulating the force to nudge him out of the way of Drigant's powerful overhead strike. Drigant eyes darted to the side as he leveled a force push to the injured Jedi who had tried to save his comrade, no doubt overwhelming him in his fragile state. The saved Jedi gathered himself out of his stunned state calling a second saber blade to his hands and now struck with both blades at Drigant's sides... Drigant brought his massive single blade around sweeping sideways at both blades meaning to deflect both in a powerful swing. The Jedi clearly under estimating his strength, as he hurled a force push at his now exposed side. Sending the Jedi slamming into a bulkhead column.

Debris and shards of metal flew around the hanger strewn about as explosions and blaster bolts flew throughout the space of the hanger. Lord Manticore, Robyn, Anark, and Titus battled, moving through the hanger facing off in their own rite. Drigant could feel them rising to face the boarding parties and mix of Jedi and Imperial Knights... not the ideal conditions but a battle of fierce design nonetheless... Recognizing that he was now separated from the main group led by Lord Insipid, Drigant turned to flank the remaining forces... but he was met by the unrelenting knight whom he had been flinging around the hanger and his now unarmed comrade.

What THA Kriff!

Drigant cursed as a avalanche of parts, from a buckling support beam and platform folding and crashing to the floor flung more debris onto the black hanger floor. It gave the two Knights a chance regroup and coordinate their attack on Drigant as the unarmed one had called a blaster to his hand and fired of multiple shots. Drigant deflected several of the blasts before sending one back directly at the previously unarmed Jedi, causing him to roll to the side to avoid the reflected shot. Drigant swept his blade back across as the dual wielding Jedi attacked locking his blades in an "x" to defend against Drigant strike. Drigant pressed down forcing the Jedi down to a knee, before relenting quickly and stepping back just in time to deflect another shot from the blaster armed Jedi. A large engine valve flew through the air knocking Drigant back as it impacted his side, the attack coming from the the recovering Jedi climbing up from his knees. Drigant returned the gesture in kind, grasping a crate and directing it towards the dual wielding Jedi. Drigant quicky used the opportunity to bear down on the blaster wielding Jedi. Drigant quickly closed the distant gap deflecting several well aimed but still vain blaster shots directed at his charge. Unfortunately the Jedi could not raise his other arm... as the broken bones and torn tendons prevented him from directing a force push to ward the charging hulk off. Drigant buried his blade into his gut raising him off the hanger floor, before the Jedi fell impacting the hanger with a thud. Drigant felt himself pushed forward as the other Jedi had sent force push impacting his back. The attack sent Drigant slamming into a bulkhead...

Pushing himself off of the bulkhead Drigant, let out a grunt of dissatisfaction.

Youuuu... stupeeeed lit-al... FFRAK!

Turning to see the Dual wielding Jedi standing poised in defensive posture in front of him. Drigant pointed with his massive blade at the Jedi's fallen comrade.

You see thet, see youuur frriend... eeehs being smart. He juuust layin ther... qquiet.

Drigant pressed forward twisting the blade above his head and sweeping it across his guard, again knocking the blades to the side. His blade came around a second time and sliced into one of the hilts sending sparks flying as it dis ignited and fell to the hanger floor. Drigant closed in powerful strike after strike, each time the Jedi recoiled with less resistance as he was sapped in strength unable to deflect the powerful swings, until his guard was exposed and Drigant blade slashed against his chest... trying to muster a swing at Drigant the Jedi brought the blade over at his side, but it was a weak and clumsy strike, Drigant clasped the Jedi's forearm halting the strike. as he plunged his blade into the chest of the Jedi.

See.... thets rite, leke youuur frriend, noice en qquite...

Drigant brought the Jedi down to the hanger floor before pulling his blade out. Raising his head he saw the chaos that had enveloped the hanger... the black hanger floor reflected fires strewn across it, as alarm lights flashed throughout the hanger. A massive burning shuttle wreck stood as a centerpiece to it all, Drigant had noticed the crashing wreck of the shuttle impacting the hanger floor whilst bearing down on the now slain Jedi. Anark... Drigant had seen him engulfed by debris, but could still feel his presence... Drigant moved amongst the wreckage, flinging durasteel plates and twisted metal to the side making a path to the burning shuttle....

"Curse those slimy, foul playing Jedi to the deepest void!" Anarck exclaimed...
Drigant looked down and could see the face of the young Sith Anark... as he rose to his feet within the smoldering wreck.

Der youu are. Best get youu out a der, or elst one Eell of a way to git youself kilt angin round in dis mess... doin nuttin but screaming and no fighting...

Alight lets go. Drigant grabbed one of the twisted panels and wretched it back creating the beginnings of an opening that Anark could add to and move through...

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IC: Darth Octavius

Library

Darth Octavius had a bad feeling about this. The enormous library was deserted and he could basically feel the silence around him. His master and most of the other Sith had left the temple a few hours ago and his master had given him the order to watch over his other student Darth Kwea. Octavius muttered a curse when he thought about how his situation changed in the last months. Half a year ago you where a senator of the galactic federation and now you are a babysitter for an 18 year old. But the order came from his master and Octavius had sworn to serve Darth Haretisch. And when his master ordered him to watch after the girl, then by the pillars of the galaxy he would do it.

Loyalty meant something to him, the fact that he was a Sith now, hadn´t changed that a bit. Octavius moved quietly along the bookshelves and read some of the titles while passing by it seemed that this part of the library focused on the Origin of the Sith. He stopped his walk and thought for a moment, where would Kwea go when she was here alone? The Lorekeeper and Lord Inspid had left with the other Sith so she could have tried to get into the parts of the library that where prohibited for students. For a brief moment he closed his eyes and reached out in the force.

He felt the darkness that seemed to never leave these walls completely. Probably the Memories of the ancient Sith who lived here before Darth Bane destroyed the old Sith order. But he also felt another presence a presence not belonging to ghost but to a living person. He moved into her direction hoping it was Kwea and not a Sith that stayed behind when the other Master went to the lower valley. Something must have happened there Octavius thought, a few minutes ago he felt a disturbance in the force. It worried him, but for the moment he focused on finding Kwea. She had left the war room while Octavius was meditating. It was pretty easy for him to find out where she had gone, because she had initially had offered him to accompany her, but he declined and forbid her to go to the library. He should have known better, the girl was pretty stubborn. Like him she was once a Jedi that left the order to join the Sith but he wasn`t sure what the reason for her turning was. I will ask her to tell me the story someday.

When he came around the next corner he saw her in the corridor studying in an old and fragile book. She was smaller than him but quite attractive. As she focused also on the swordfight she had a stronger build than most of the jedi apprentices he knew. The two had faced each other more than once in a training match and Octavius considered her an excellent training partner. She has a great potential but she should learn to follow orders if she wants to use it. Octavius guessed that she would end up in some serious trouble someday.

“You found something?” He asked to announce his presence. Octavius came closer to her and said in a quieter voice: “You shouldn`t be here. Master Haretisch forbade us to come to the library without his approval. When they catch you, you will be punished, and I´m probably to for letting you slip away.” He lowered his voice again: “You know what the masters do with apprentices that break the rules.” Octavius shivered when he taught of the last apprentice that was caught here. I´m a Soldier I want to die on the battlefield or in my bed and not because I entered a library without permission.

Suddenly he heard a noise behind him. He turned around and his hand reached for his light saber. Where they caught? Would his life end here? When nothing else happened he stared down in the darkness. Is it a trap? He knew some of the crypts of the old Sith where full of these machines. Probably the library has guarded by them to. He threw a short look at Kwea, hoping she knew what happened here.

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IC: Lady Kwea Acantha

Library

Kwea jumped when she heard the noise echo throughout the library. Racking her brain for memories of her class on animals, she remembered the holo that had the sound she had just heard.

"A Bib!" she blurted out.
Grabbing her lightsaber from her belt, she started to run to the doorway but skidded to a stop when she realized that a Bib in a library was stupid. Telling herself to calm down and think, she sat down on the floor, right in the doorway, and closed her eyes. Thinking back to that same class, she assesed what she had learned about Bibs.

"They were creatures from the world Elom..." her thoughts trailed off as she thought of the Elomins who lived on Elom. Obviously they would learn how to replicate the noise of an animal that could scare people.

Rising from her seated position, she exited the room quietly and tiptoed around the corner. Keeping a watchful eye on anything that might move, Kwea continued on her way. Stopping as her nostrils began to smell a fragrance. Sniffing, she evaluated it. It was fresh and clean, a bit manly, and seemed to fill the air in this space. She couldn't remember Octavius wearing any cologne. Looking around, she noticed a desk piled high with books, papers, and holodisks. She had been sticking close to the wall until this point but after peeking around both sides, she walked over to the desk. Kwea began to poke through the papers and such, forgetting what she was supposed to be investigating. Stopping when she found a book labeled, The History of Adas' Holocron, she picked it up and started looking through it. A tear dropped onto the book and she slammed it shut.

"Stop crying. You're a Sith for Onederon's sake, not a baby," Kwea told herself, angrily wiping her face dry. That book at brought back memories of her fallen master. Her last task assigned by him was to examine a holocron and she had chosen Adas'. Taking a few breaths, she lifted her head and continued poking around. Stopping, she saw a piece of paper with some writing on it. It read: "My life here is so hard. I work, and work, and work and yet I am never rewarded. The Lorekeeper's stench nauseates me and I am barely able to contain myself from trying to point it out. I..." It stopped there. Curious as ever, Kwea turned it over looking for any signs of age. The paper was quite new and as Kwea sniffed the ink, she found that was fresh as well. Hearing a noise behind her, she twirled around and hit her knee on the desk.

"Freaking Kriff! What in Corelia's nine hells did you do that for?" Kwea burst out when she saw it was Octavious.
She plopped down at the desk and rubbed her knee.

"Anyway, I found something. Look at this paper, the ink is fresh and the paper smells new. The writing drops off at a point too. Do you think it might mean someone else is here. Nevermind, of course someone is here. That's the presence I feel. That's probably the source of the noise too. What do you think it is?..." she continued to rattle on.
That was what she always did when she was nervous...

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Lord Draconis
Valley of the Kings -- Korriban

The formless entity writhed in its own agony as it experienced pain, not in the physical sense but in tormenting mindless madness. Like a spoiled child that had been scolded and was now throwing a temper tantrum. Its own emotions a vortex of disbelief and now increasing despair as it felt itself loosing its grasp on its goal of escaping its imprisonment on the spirit plane. Then as quickly as it had appeared that morning... it was gone, scurrying back to the dark place from which it had tried to crawl from....

A rush of clarity overcame him, as he looked up from his knees. The feeling of the light breeze through the valley seemed so menial, but it told him he was free. The tendrils of the force again flowed in him unrestrained as he reached out drawing in the force. He could sense and feel it once more.

How long had he been out? Hours? Days? Weeks? The gap in his memory was stark as he looked around surveying the valley littered with death and destruction. This bout had been considerably longer than the others and somewhat different... he was unable to determine when and where he had been before, unable to place himself exactly. The Wilde... mountains, valleys, nights and days, caves and deepest caverns of this world, He had watched sunrises at the highest peeks of this world, seen some of this worlds darkest secrets. Understood and learned about the vastness of this world and universe.... Yet he had no knowledge of how he had come to stand in this valley.... Still the Valley of the Kings was a place he instantly recognized. Not only the sites but the feel of this place on this world was part of only a few like it.

Draconis rose to his feet, running his fingers across his side as his hand rose up eyeing the blood on his fingertips, from an apparent wound. He had no knowledge of how all this had come to be... clearly a fierce battle had transpired, but for who and Why? Those were the real questions, nothing transpired on this planet without purpose, an no gathering was by chance...

Several beings wandered throughout the corpses strewn throughout the valley, searching for items of power and usefulness as some value could be seen in such an action. Their faces were not know to him, not that he expected such. The signs of battle shown on the survivors faces, a mixture of stunned belief and pride as they had obviously survived a great ordeal...
A voice caught his ear, as he pondered the scene of the valley... it was not recognized, but yet familiar... "You know me as Darth Haretisch, banished apprentice to Darth Vassago," The names... they were known to him. Haretisch... Vassago... these names, he knew them somehow...

"Your lord is long dead - his order no more than a memory. In its place has risen a sprawling empire helmed by the Third Sith Triumvirate. You now look upon one of its three Dark Lords... The rest of the words from Darth Haretisch faded, not unnoticed nor understood, just purged for other thoughts...

The Order? Sith... that was their name. Their calling and rite. Dead? Thought swirled in his head as the littlest bits of information spurred memories of a time so long ago. Dead?!?! What Darth Haretisch spoke of... the death of Haretisch's master. The link between master and apprentice was strong transcending much of their understanding of the force. An inherent and untrained existence that just came into being when the bond was formed. Surely then what he spoke of was true... My m... Milord? The dialogue raced in his head as he processed the information.

Draconis grinned slightly. Trying not to betray his thoughts.

A new Sith Empire? A gathering of Sith... interesting.

The roar of a shuttle was heard overhead as the whine of repulsor engines kicked in as the shuttle came to land on the valley floor, the boarding ramp lowering with a mechanical hiss as gas escaped the valves. Draconis reached down kneeling grasping an handful of red sand feeling the grit in his palm and hand as the sand fell through the gaps in his fingers, watching with his head cocked slightly as the sand fell to the valley floor through his fingers.

Draconis called a severed lightsaber towards his hand... the saber called to him in some vague way... familiar but unknown to him. The casing of the saber was sheered in half but not by that of a lightsaber.... the saber wretched, cracked, and split as the casing and parts began falling away as it floated in front of him, revealing a crystal of yellow color. It fell into his hand as he tucked it into the inside of his robes.

Draconis quickly rose to his feet, turning to make his way towards the shuttle, but stopping instantly. The Gen'Dai. Harbinger... his hand quickly shifted to the side of his robes, before slowly returning to his side from before. Draconis' head turned to see the face which permeated his mind, Draconis' hood covered most of all of his face, though their eyes clearly met. Darth Cruor stood before him only a few meters away. Draconis could feel his presence deeply woven into the force, emanating the familiar signature of the old ally. Confirmed. The Despised one, Xen Gaal Draconis let out a brief barely audible expression of satisfaction at the thought of the confirmation of the being across from him. "His answers I would not trust, let us seek our own." Draconis recognized the words of the ancient Sith Lord immediately as their gazes scanned the surroundings. . "I am curious to see what passes for a Dark Lord in this Empire, shall we go and meet this Triumvirate?" Draconis merely nodded. Reciting the words in Cruor's head. Yes my friend, let us go and see these kings.







En route to the Sith Temple -- Korriban

The wind from the back end of the boarding ramp fluttered his robes as he cast a gaze across the valley, staring out across the Valley of the Kings as it grew smaller opening up to a grander view of the massive dark valley. Draconis mused over many thoughts as he was till processing much that had recently come to light. The whine if the engines was drowned out by his own intense thoughts as the vibrations and sound of the shuttle as it rocketed at speed toward their destination. Pieces were moving, the curious thing about the force was that no matter how far embedded one was, the light, the dark... it was all one... sending shockwaves no matter what. They were merely receptors, open to the ever flowing currents... pieces were definitely moving. Change, chaos, tumultuous events transpiring. Even before the shuttle now began its decent to their destinations, more was understood than any words that could have been spoken to Draconis.

"Go forth now as Sith Masters. Honor the empire." Darth Haretisch spoke as they disembarked addressing the apprentices that he had noticed before wandering the valley. One of the apprentices caught his gaze a young 21 oe 22 years of age female humanoid in black and grey tight trappings. Draconis reached out to her mind silently.... Young one. was all he echoed in her mind... briefly acknowledging her presence as she exited the shuttle with the others, perhaps catching her off-guard. "Come with me." again Darth Haretisch's voice peirced the moment.

Cruor strode down the hanger and walkway as Draconis fell in beside him, curious to see where all of this would lead... "Who died." The Gen' Dai chimed in breaking the serious silence as they made their way to some unknown destination.

Sithari! my friend.... Draconis spoke the words with a bit of malicious satire.... It was all around them, no denying it as Draconis had felt it too on the ride in, so in a sense the answer to that question was known, they just merely needed a name to put to the face so to speak. The rhetorical irony of the question was a bit comical to them both as the continued to follow the Triumvirate Lord. Leading the way....

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