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

Darth Titus
Hyperspace, En route to Moraband

Titus found himself in this position way too much now it seemed. He nearly died his first half hour into the battle of Coruscant, viciously crash landing his stealth fighter. He probably would have died if not for the new Emperor, Lord Insipid. He almost died again in his battle with General Venn Mohc. Titus would have a hard time admitting a non-force using General had nearly killed him. But all the same, he survived, Mohc did not. And last but certainly not least, Antares Draco had cut off his fingers. What made it worse was definitely being two fingers on his dominant lightsaber hand.

The young Sith Lord lost his middle and pinkie fingers. Clutching a lightsaber hilt would be nearly impossible, nevertheless swinging and twirling it in combat. But he would overcome this as well.

Any normal being surely would've succumbed to all of these wounds. But with the force on his side Titus miraculously found himself alive...but in a deep sleep. A coma? No. Just a deep sleep, recovering. A floating sensation overcame Titus. He must have been regaining consciousness. As his mind regained consciousness, so too did his body. Aches and pains shot through Titus, but by no means was he any worse than during the battles. He was pretty much fully healed.

As Titus opened his eyes, he discovered he was in a Bacta tank. He surveyed the infirmary through the tank's glass. However, he was connected to life support systems within the tank, hindering his movement, prohibiting Titus from observing the entire room which he was sure to have been at full capacity proceeding battle.

A medic droid was alerted by the tank that Titus was awake. Once outside of the tank, wrapped in towels, Titus was able to observe the room. He spotted Drigant in the distance, lying on a stretcher. Reaching out through the force, he knew the brave Drigant was alive no more. He nodded to the fallen Sith, paying his respects.

Setting down on the nearest bed, Titus observed his body making sure his body was still in tact. Everything was where it was supposed to be with the exception of two fingers. Where flesh used to be on his middle and pinkie were now mechanic fingers. Eh, guess I have nothing to complain about, thought Titus.

The medic droid re-emerged into the room. "My Lord, the Emperor has called you and your fellow Sith to the ready room."

"Is everything alright?" asked Titus. "No, my Lord. Moraband is under attack".

Without further questioning, Titus slipped into his robes and made his way to the others. Upon reaching the ready room, Manticore was addressing the room which currently inhabited Emperor Insipid, Lord Manticore, and a man Titus was unfamiliar with. Apparently his name is Aryan Graul. Darth Hesper was sure to be there soon enough.

Entering the room, Manticore could be heard speaking; "...But I will need a good pilot to get me to the enemy vessel."

Titus silently sat down, making sure to acknowledge the presence of the Emperor. Once Manticore finished speaking Titus began.."What did I miss?"

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IC: Darth Hesper
En route to Moraband, hyperspace

Hesper was jarred awake, throwing her coat off herself, when the voice of Emperor Insipid barked through the internal comm of the ship. She had been sleeping rather easily, and was a tad groggy. "Get to the ready room immediately. Now." Urgency was vibrating through the air in great tremors, and Hesper straightened up right away, all sleepiness immediately gone. Insipid continued his report-- Moraband was under attack. Hesper's brow furrowed deeply, she stood, and snapped into action. Not a moment's rest for the wicked, Hesper snarled internally. Like lightning, she gathered up her weaponry and coat, and rushed towards the ready room, holstering her blaster pistol and clipping lightsabers to her belt along the way.

She had pulled on her coat, but her blaster rifle was still in her hand as she strode into the ready room. Manticore and Titus were already there, and of course there was the Emperor. But there was another man that Hesper did not recognize; one with the distinct air of a politician. Hesper set her jaw. The one that survived, she surmised. Her eyes were flinty as she sized the man up, then she flicked her gaze to the Emperor, and gave a smooth, small bow in his direction.

"My Lords," she acknowledged the room in her quiet, steely voice, turning her eyes to each man in turn. "I hope I haven't missed much." Hesper slung the rifle across her back and adjusted its carry strap across her chest. She ran a hand through her hair, pushing the flaxen strands away from her face in a gesture of something akin to irritation. Though tired she was, and exasperated at the sudden change of plans, Hesper internally prepared for a second bloodbath-- it seemed her butchering of the Senators had been just a primer.

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IC: Darth Anark
Moraband


It seemed like there was zero time for considering the options here. There was a small freighter hovering above the surface along with their shuttle but it was going to take a lot of firepower to get through this mammoth horde.

Anark paced up and down, desperate to take a peek outside once more when a voice cracked through the ship.

‘Anark, this is Lady Hel…’

His brow furrowed as he spoke.

“Lady Hel, greetings. I’m a little busy at the mo…”

She cut him off, the urgency of her voice was not lost through the transmission.

‘Temple ATC is transmitting my coordinates. Stop playing with that ISD and get down here. I need you to coordinate with a light freighter in our area, and lay down fire on the army approaching us at the pass. Copy’

Anark Smirked as he looked out a side window and could just make out a small group of moving dots over at the mountain pass. “I copy you, my Lady.” He cut the transmission and began to sing to himself under his breath as he marched toward the cockpit. On the way he picked up the facemask the medical droid had laying around, the Sith had used one of the throwing knives tied to his ankle to carve and modify it during their journey through hyperspace.

He secured it to his face.




It wasn’t ideal and a full helmet was what he desired but it covered the ugly facial scars for the time being.

He walked into the cockpit and tapped the pilot on the shoulder, the man was sweating profusely. A cold sweat and seemed to be frozen in place. Anark bent down and put his lips to the man’s ear, whispering.

“You are now my co-pilot. Ready the cannons please, my friend.”

The man didn’t stand, instead he pulled himself onto the adjacent seat, taking a large gulp as he did and snapping himself out of the paralytic dread he was experiencing from their current predicament.

Anark took the controls and input the coordinates he’d been given then opted to manually control the ship since he knew their position and flying was a favorite past time. As they approached the pass, a river of bodies was headed straight for his friends. He flipped the safety toggle on the gun controls and bit his tongue as he concentrated, making sure not to hit the wrong ones. He took out a good few lines at the front of the horde, dispatching bodies every which way with just a few bolts. This was surprisingly easy. Almost therapeutic.

“My Lord, there’s a lock on us!” Anark already knew this by the irritating beeping sound coming from the console.

“Do not panic yet, my friend, our shields are still at sixty percent.” He turned and smiled wide at the pilot, taking a second to realise the smile wouldn’t be seen under his new facial garb. He traded it for a theatrical widening of the eyes which was met by a blank stare from the man next to him and turned back to the task at hand.

He continued to fire upon the army of the dead, disintegrating them like ants under a magnifying glass when suddenly a tremendous blast hit the ships hull and a screen on the console flashed red, indicating that the deflector shields were no more.

“Missiles!” screamed the pilot. “Missiles, two of them! We’re done!”

Anark felt a sharp pain in his head.

“Oh hush!” the sound came out muffled but audible through the mask. “crying about it isn’t going to help now is it? What is your name?”

A hologram of the missiles and their distance to the shuttle becoming narrower and narrower continued to beep through the cockpit.

“What do you mean what is my name!? There’s no time for this!”

They were nearing the pass now.

“Okay, okay!” Anark said through mild irritation. The pilots face displayed a look of pure disbelief and Anark brought the ship around fifty feet from the surface, Hel’s group very close by and as the distance of the missiles showed as single digits on the hologram, The Sith grabbed his hysterical co-pilot and made for the landing platform, he leaped from the shuttle, carrying the man by the scruff of his collar and felt intense heat hit his back as they both fell downward towards the ground.

The missiles connected with the ship and blew it into three separate parts, each piece of smouldering wreckage​

sent flying in a different direction.​

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With Permission

IC: Re'van
Heading for The Ferel

As Re'van stepped out into the hallway, she quickly scanned the area around them. Re'van knew every inch of this temple, and she could feel the infection of enemy troups around them. Re'van scowled, as she turned, in the direction of her ship. Knowing that time was of essence, and that they did not need to get pulled into any unnecessary battles with the unknown soldiers, Re'van decided a different tactic was in order. Re'van concentrated, and from within the darkness, three small dark orbs came into being. Her dark orbs. They slowly circled, staying hidden within the darkness above them, as Re'van began to move. "This way, Sire." Re'van stated softly, as she began to move. While much of the pathway would hidden, there would be some areas they would have to cross out into the open. Another dark smile crossed her lips. This was more of Re'van's element, and it called out to her. The hunter. And these fools had come to attack the hunter within her own element. She drew up her cowl, her face hidden as she began to move, taking the lead from Darth Insipid. She turned left, and then abruptly came to a halt, as she spotted another armored being walking in their direction, not yet able to sense them. With a silent thought, Re'van sent her orbs down to meet the man as he approached, unawares. One dark orb slammed into the face of the guard, while the others pummled the man, attacking like a pack of Vornskrs, slamming into the man repeadly until he moved no more. Once they were done, they moved back to Re'van, who had by now crossed the openeing in the hallway, and was moving towards a section of wall. Four arms reached out to quickly press a few bricks, which caused a section of wall to slide open. Re'van quickly stepped inside, and waited for Inspipd to follow before she began to move, picking up speed now. They would have to cross another open spot, before reaching the Ferel, and that one would would be a bit larger. Re'van dispelled the dark orbs for now. She would not need them here.

"My Lord, Do you know how our enemy breach our walls so quickly?" she asked Insipid as they moved. "Even if
our outer defensives were breached, they would be hard pressed to come so close to our walls without notice. Especially, with such a large number of troups." she asked the Emperior. As she moved, her eyebrows knitted together, deep in thought. "'I' would be hard pressed to reach such controls to our defenses. Even more so at accessing them. But perhaps, it would not be so, for one who had been presumed killed, and who previously had access to such things..." That was a disquieting thought. So was the next one. "I know the Pantheon is involed. The voices of old have said that much." Re'van gave another long pause. "Is there another seal or portal, hidden on Korriban perhaps, that you know of Emperior?" she asked softly, not stopping to look at him, as they continued moving. That would explain much. Even 'Gods' had limits. But it would explain how something could attempt to raise every undead body upon Korriban. And set an army down at their doorstep, and not be noticed. So much of the Darkside being manipulated, and none could feel anything more than an unsettling disturbance? With this much dark force being projected, even if the enemy had those accursed worms, the LACK of Force would be massive. No, this had to be something else. Some ancient perhaps, old and forgotten. She remembered the strange touch and feeling she had felt while they had been dealing with Golg. Whatever had reached out then, had not been there. It had come from somplace else -

Re'van leaped sideways, and rolled, as she was exiting the passageway. Another guard, this time much closer, happened to be patrolling the hallway in a little used portion of the temple. She was slightly annoyed that she had not picked him up earlier, but it gave her an excuse to burn off some long held anger. She rushed him, with a flurry of motion, grabbing him, as her other two arms came up with her silent sabers. They came to life, impaling him as she moved within him. She slammed his body against the wall. She wanted answers. But she did not necessarily need him alive to obtain them. So she relieved him of his life with a flicker of her sabers, as she slowly drew them upwards. She enjoyed watching his life force fade from existance, tasting the dark essence that always surrounded death, drawing the energy from it. Savoring it. It was not as sweet as some of her earlier kills, but it would do for now. She stared at what was left of the soldier. His armor, was unfamiliar to her. But it seemed strangely familiar as well. But for now, it would not matter. Re'van was certain, he had to have radio contact of some type. If he had another blade like the first one, she would relieve him of it as well, as she searched him for any equipment that might be useful to identiy who their enemy was. She would relieve him of anything useful she was able to find, as quickly as possible. Satisfied, she turned to look towards Insipid for a moment, and then gestured towards what looked like a dead end. It was an optical illusion of sorts, and when one neared it, if they looked very closely, it showed that there was a hidden passageway hidden behind a wall. Re'van slipped behind it, and after a few moments, stepped out to reveal an open area. The Ferel sat, dark and forboding, hunched down on its landing gear looking ready to spring forward at a moments notice. Re'van reached into her clothing, pulling out a small device. She then tapped at a small device on her wrist, hidden under her bracers. From a quick glace, all of the Ferels systems were intact, with no evidence of any tampering or security breach attemps. Reaching the ship was the easy part. The true dance would begin, once they launched.


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IC: Anark

A flashback to the past...

The Battle of Jakku
5 ABY



He’d ran through the night.

Ran through sinking fields, passed hungry, rabid creatures desperately searching for prey on one of the most desolate worlds in the Western Reaches armed only with a single blaster pistol with a temperamental cooling mechanism. Kade Etraa stopped, feeling unable to take another step and collapsed onto his knees on the cold sand that hadn’t been warmed for seven hours. He reached into his rucksack and pulled out the last of his water supply, the young human’s heart sank when he felt the weight of it – or lack thereof – he gulped the dregs and tossed the small canister aside.

Not too far in the distance he could see an outpost, lights and even an outdoor fire kindling the golden terrain it stood upon. He knew he was close to the Goazon Badlands where he had originally planned to go but with no water left and legs that felt like goo, he thought he should at least check this place out, check if the Imperials had got there yet or if he could slip in, grab some supplies and slip back out again before they arrived. And they would. It was inevitable.

They had begun their assault the evening before, colossal shuttles sporting emblems of the Galactic Empire. Kade was on the fence when it came to their ideals but during his year at an Imperial flight academy he’d come to respect a few of his instructors – their steadfast loyalty and willingness to do whatever it took to bring order to the Galaxy and keep everyone in line. But it didn’t matter what someone like him thought of the Empire at all, it would either prevail from now until the end of time or the corrupt officials and fanatical Emperor would unravel it just as quick as it had risen. Right now Kade’s only concern was surviving the night and finding transportation off the darn rock before it became impossible to do so.

The approach toward the small settlement was eerily quiet, perhaps it had been abandoned long ago. Some of the strength had returned to his legs and using his staff helped relieve some of the weight but this was at the expense of his right forearm which was beginning to feel numb. As he became close enough to the bonfire to feel it’s radiating heat the place still seemed dead. Sombre.

Out of one of the mud huts that formed a circle round the fire a voice came, muffled through a helmet.

“Stop… right… there.”

The voice was calm and after letting his staff fall onto the sand Kade would realize that it was the voice of a Storm Trooper. He’d only seen a few in his time and this one’s armor wasn’t nearly as polished as the ones he’d seen occasionally walk the hallways of the flight academy when the Emperor was paying a visit. The trooper’s buddy was standing a few feet back with an E-11 trained on Kade. The one that had spoken, the one sporting the orange shoulder guard, lowered his blaster and took a few slow steps forward, his comrade’s rifle never leaving Kade’s position. A cold sweat began to bead on the young man’s forehead as the soldier made his approach. He risked a glance at the staff he wish he hadn’t dropped, the trooper hadn’t explicitly instructed him to drop it after all. As the figure stopped in front of him and began to remove his helmet Kade heard more footsteps behind him. Two more troops.

He was surrounded now. Fear rendered his entire body rigid.

“We’ve got a straggler, boys!” the commander said to his team with a menacing smirk. One of the men behind him spoke up, “Sure didn’t expect to see any more bodies tonight. Thought the order to stand guard here was just to keep us feeling like we were doing something useful while the ‘elite’ troopers have all the fun.”

The commander grin widened. “Well who’s to say we can’t have our own fun right here?!”

Kade felt his knees go weak as the all four of them dropped their rifles and pulled out stun batons. The ranking soldier activated his while holding it a few centimetres from Kade’s popping eyes. And as the two that were behind him began to move forth he was hit by the weapon that had been held in front of his face only the blow connected with his midsection, winding him and forcing him to the ground where he lay cradling his stomach in his arms. All for proceeded to beat him with their batons, the pain of the blows sharpened by the sting of the stun mechanisms. He didn’t even attempt to stifle his screams as they took swing after swing, one even laughing as he did. They hit his legs, his arms, his head, everywhere. He began to question if there were only four of them.

“Ah! Why?” he begged as they continued to attack.

The leader of the group began to hit harder and harder still as he shouted maniacally, spitting as he spoke, “Two weeks from discharge and my brother died because of some half-wit TIE pilot’s rookie mistake! Almost home free and now dead in the ground!”

Kade could see the other three hang back slightly and look at the madman in shock at his outburst.

This was when he took his chance. Just as Kade felt the pain dull and the beginnings of unconsciousness set in he found the strength inside of him to curl up, reach into the holster under his jacket and pull out his DL-44. He cocked it in a millisecond and raised it to the commander’s face. The man had his arm high ready for another swings when his eyes bulged as he realized what was about to happen but there was no time for him to react. Kade pulled the trigger and let out a low grumble as a blaster bolt shot straight through the man’s forehead, sending him flying two feet backward before he lay still forever. The next few seconds seemed to go by in slow motion as the other three troopers scrambled to find their rifles.

Kade rose with a hand on his aching back, aimed a shot straight through one of the trooper’s backs and shot another in the back of the head, sending shards of his helmet sprinkling into the fire a few feet away. The one that was left had almost reached his blaster when he took a bolt to the leg and fell to the ground. The trooper desperately crawled across the sand at quite an impressive speed towards his gun, breathing heavy and whimpering as he drew closer to it. Kade was still clutching the parts of his body that ached the most when he threw the blaster to the side and picked up his staff again. He made his way over to the Stormtrooper and kicked the E-11 just as he was about to reach it. He bent down and turned the wounded man on his back and yanked off his helmet. The soldiers eyes were dazed but he still found his voice to plead with Kade.

“Please. We were following orders, Dax would’ve just done to us what he did to you if we didn’t comply!”

Kade’s face remained neutral as he raised the staff in the air and brought it down on the man’s skull, he brought it down a second and a third time, stopped for a moment and then continued his rampage. Red blood desecrated the brilliant white of the trooper’s armour. Kade stopped when the mist in his mind began to lift and he could no longer make out the man’s face. He tossed the staff aside and dropped to his knees in front of the corpse. For the first time in a long time, he cried.

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Others would arrive at the outpost shortly, surely at least one of the Stormtroopers had had the presence of mind to activate a distress signal during the ordeal. When Kade stumbled upon a trapdoor inside one of the mud huts he was amazed to find a fully functional stasis chamber at the bottom of the ladder. It looked brand new and it was already lit up and humming when he got down there. Whoever lived here had been prepared for an event such as this. They must have known the Empire would one day want to take their freedom like they took that of the core worlds.

This was now the only option.

Kade got into the pod without undressing or even attempting to tend to his wounds. He flipped the appropriate switches and began to work on slowing his heart rate which still felt sky high form the violent brawl. He’d heard that some people emerged from stasis years later with totally altered personalities, some didn’t even wake up at all. Some sent mad by the sudden change of era’s and often waking up to a Galaxy reborn. With his past torment and the ordeal he’d suffered tonight, a descent into lunacy seemed like the logical next step in his story.

No, not him.

That could never happen to him.

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Battle of Moraband GM Update 3 of 3

Near Hangar West, a trooper looked down nervously at the short blaster rifle in his hands. Pangs of fear sent him shuddering internally, and a faint voice spoke almost inaudibly. He did not hear the words, exactly, and so quiet were they that they would have been drowned out by the sounds of nearby fighting anyway. No, he felt them.

Your friends will betray you. They will torture you, then kill you. All because of that one mistake.... You should kill them first. Right here. Right now.

They seemed to be in his own voice, if any. The impulse was irresistible. He looked up to the trooper that was directly in front of him, at the head of the four man squad patrolling the hall. Quietly and without warning, he pressed his rifle to the back of his comrade's neck and pulled the trigger. As Arach and Syren looked on, the resulting exchange of fire among the group would leave none alive, and the halls were empty of hostiles for a brief moment.

As the last trooper fell, Kralkus' voice would sound over each comm. "Pinned down I am. Appreciated, help would be. On your way, I hope you are." The sound of Kralkus' taunts and the subsequent hail of blaster fire that missed him as he dove around the corner bled through the line.

Before the pair would be able to move on, however, another foursome of troopers would round the corner behind and, only a handful of meters away, raise their blasters and open fire with pinpoint accuracy.

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In the library, one stealth trooper had already been felled by a falling bookcase, and two others knocked from their feet, when the Lorekeeper arrived like the embodiment of wrath. Had they not been held in check in the meantime by the illusion of their flamethrower fuel depleting itself onto the floor, the library would have been set aflame.

It was instead engulfed by the illusory flames summoned by the Lorekeeper. So convincing was the lie that the invaders' skin bubbled and blistered beneath the unmarred armor they wore. Horrified wails erupted from the remaining stealth troopers, who ran in every direction like Acklay in a china cabinet, knocking relics and books alike from shelves as they flailed. One triggered his flamethrower in a panic, not expecting it to work but being surprised as it did, and he began sweeping the real flames about. Another triggered and threw a thermal detonator as he ran screaming and clawing at his bubbling skin, and it landed blinking, ready to burst. He scurried through the door before collapsing in the hallway just outside and rolling about the stone floor, attempting to douse the nonexistent flames. The remaining three simply fell where they stood and crawled desperately for the doorway, the burns they were suffering worsening by the second.

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The Night Herald cuts the line to Bellorum, then spins and his lightsaber lashes out to fell a chrome trooper. He falls limply to the floor, the last of his four-man unit, and Darth Haretisch continues moving. The tide is starting to turn - or at least the pieces are in place.

Heading South, he comes at last into the Central Foyer - the hub from which the entire temple stems, both at the ground level as well as above and below. Along its southern wall a grand staircase reaches upward to a landing and then splits into another flight on either side - the left stretching upward to the second level and the right descending to the floor and below, through a railed semicircular opening, to the bowels of the complex.

At floor level on each side of the grand staircase is a set of double doors, beneath the ascending staircase on the left and beside the opening into the which the descending one feeds opposite. The doors are thick, sealed metal, and lead into the Great Hall. The temple is old but not primitive - retrofitted with modern security features.

The foyer is clamoring with activity as servant staff and visitors alike rush up to the landing and then down the stairs to the right, evacuating as instructed into the dank basement. None of this concerns Haretisch as he walks to one of the doors and notes the door number on the security panel beside it. He opens a line to the control room. "This is Darth Haretisch. Open the doors from the Central Foyer to the Great Hall," he orders calmly. The reply comes in what seems like less than an instant. "Negative, Night Herald. All doors to the great hall have been set to manual override from within the room."

He cuts the line. "Blasted vermin," he mutters. Security doors might have proven useful later on, but these would have to go.

On the other side of the room, near the similarly sealed entrance to the kitchen, Kwea's knocks had not gone unnoticed by the troopers on guard. "Hey, you in there? You busy or can I come in?" she yells. It's simply too dumb not to work.

The trio of chrome troopers on the other side exchange glances, and one reaches to open the door. "What are you doing?" one demands, lifting his blaster rifle to kill his comrade before he can compromise them all, but it's too late. The door slides open and two Sith Lords stand before them, just as one of the doors to the Central Foyer is blasted off its moorings and sent careening messily through the dozen or so troopers in its path. A dozen out of one hundred, all save three with aim trained on the dark figure stepping through the newly cut doorway. The remaining trio focuses on Kwea and Octavius, taking aim and opening fire from close range.

With his free hand the Night Herald creates a barrier against the barrage of blaster bolts which assail him from the others, every one sparking against the invisible barrier as it strikes. He shudders minutely with each impact, but continues to press forward. With a gesture he sends the great dining table spinning into the crowd, fine china, silverware and all. The room is chaos now, and he reaches out to his apprentices.

'They are scattered and disoriented. Carve a path.'

If the words don't reach them, the intention certainly will.

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IC: Darth Anark
Free falling...

Both laughing and screaming could be heard in unison as Darth Anark and the unfortunate pilot fell from an obliterated shuttle. Anark stifled his chuckling as he noticed the three chunks of the ship all defy gravity and head backward landing on the undead horde below, crushing every body in their path. The pilot was still howling in fear and despair when Anark felt the two of them become wrapped in a cradle of Force energy. Looking over in confusion as momentum of the fall began to slow in mid air he spotted Lady Hel and Darth's Ravenous and Hades with their hands raised concentrating Force power to carefully pull the two towards themselves.

"Look!" Anark said, voice crackling through the mask, grabbing the pilot man by the shoulder and pointing, "My friends!"

If the pilot had x-ray vision he would see Anark smile a gleeful smile under the contraption on his face, eyes creased in delight.

They floated steadily a few feet above a sea of zombies. They were moving too slowly for the Sith's liking so he made good use of the abundance of time, igniting his lightsaber and swishing it from side to side, cutting the heads clean off as many of the enemy bodies as he could.

He stopped for a moment and turned to the pilot as they both drew closer to the mountain pass. "Are you ready to tell me you're name yet?"

The pilot wasn't looking in his direction, he was too busy trying to keep his feet as high in the air as he could so as not to be dragged down and trampled under tens of thousands of stomping feet.

"Erron! My name is Erron!" he screamed.

Anark pulled out his century old DL-44 from it's holster with his free hand and handed the blaster to him. "Erron, make yourself useful. Knock out as many of these things as you can. We probably won't put much of a dent in their number but every little helps, my friend!"

The two of them took down what they could of the swarm with their respective weapons until finally a few moments later they touched ground. Anark saw their three saviors faces ease a little once they let go of the Force pull in perfect synchronization.

Darth Anark dusted himself off then proceeded to slap Erron's back with one hand and dust the man's knees off with the other. The pilot flinched but just let it happen.

"Many thanks, friends!" Anark exclaimed, still bent over brushing his hands down the trembling man's legs."Now what are we going to do about..." he pointed out to the horizon of reanimated corpses, "them?"

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Radian T'lenity
Aftermath of the battle of Dathomir
Standing now in the Jedi Camp several dozen meters from the temple where the battle occurred Radian was awash of emotions, frustration, anger, self blame. He had asked the council to send him to Coruscant to reinforce, but they had insisted that he return to Dathomir. "Breaking off from our attack now would only be playing into the siths hands" they had declared. And now for what! The grand Master, the Empress, Gar Stazi, the Freedom they so charished, all dead! The Sith tyrants had taken the helm once again, and there was nothing he could do about it. Thinking of the events of the last few weeks, the battle as he crossed blades with the Sith witch known as Joostu Xien. He had lost his entire squad in the lead up to the battle, but he stood to face her bravely alone as she cackled like a maniac. "The End is neigh Jedi! You have already lost and you just don't know it!" Though it wouldn't be long before he learned of just how right she was.

It seemed right as he separated her head from her body the communications array went off, as if they had expected it. Another large pasty skinned Sith whom he did not recognize greeted him. "Good day Jedi, I hope you are well, it would be a shame for you to die before A real Sith might deal with you." Smirking he didn't even acknowledge Radians own snarky response before he continued. "I have received words from higher up, it seems the Academy on Dathomir is no longer a profitable endeavor for us, and since you have aided us in cutting all loose ends here I do give you a heartfelt thank you. But one last thing before I go, and you attempt to follow me, you might want to check your own orders before you try anything foolish, you may find them most enlightening." The holo of the Sith disappeared as their war fleet entered hyperspace leaving the planet behind.

Then the horrid image of a male human senator, whom if he recalled correctly was named Aryan Graul, replaced him. Standing before the Sith he was declaring, apparently reluctantly, "If we are resigned to sharing the same borders, then we must forge a lasting and beneficial relationship between our brethren so that we can flourish together as one. In that sense, I accept your terms, Darth Insipid. You have my word." No PEACE With the Sith!?! Not possible! "No! No, No, No!"

He felt a hand on his shoulder shaking him back to the present, and the calm presence of his top lieutenant Autha Ni-Mic wash over him. "Its alright Radian." She said calmly. "This isn't the first time the Sith have gained the upper hand, and I doubt it will be the last. We need to stay composed, Stay Jedi. If we fall to their level then we have already lost." He took a breath. "You are right of course Autha, there is no emotion, there is peace"

Just at that moment a large commotion was heard outside the command tent. And as the two Senior knights stepped out they saw what it was. A decrepit old hag, bleeding all over people, at least two Padawans already had their lightsabers lit. "What is the meaning of this!" Radian declared firmly trying to get ahold of the situation, though the Jedi instantly popped to attention, the witch just kept babbling. She staggered over to him, crying out as if in some sort of trance. Identifying as the sole surviving member of the singing mountain clan, also saying her name was Farsa she pronounced.

"The Sith came to Dathomir and destroyed my sisters. Not because of our allegiance to the Jedi and Hapans, but because of this."
She gestured to a small cloth wrapped around an item of triangular shape
"We hid it from Vader, over a century and a half ago. The Holocron of Darth Ramage. I do not know why, but a Jedi left it with us. Our clan mother refused to give it to the Skywalker's, and definitely not to the Sith, for the secrets contained were too dangerous."
The Witch fell into a grotesque cough spirting blood on his grey outer robe, and she fell on her knees
"The Nightsisters are dead too - destroyed by the Sith again. Revenge for Kesh. But they, too, were hiding something from the Sith. Their religion, formed thirty millennia ago, foretold of this day; when the light and the dark would be sundered both in the hunt for a truth, held unnaturally in matter. The last Nightsister entrusted me with this."
Opening up the cloth, everyone's eyes fell on the red and black pyramid, it had some sort of ancient writing on it, and what looked like a griffin and other strange images. The Witch fell on her back, gasping.
"It is the path to..."
And then she was gone. The whole camp was struck silent. Certainly not a normal experience on such a campaign. Radian himself was unsure of what to do. After a minute of people just staring at him awkwardly he got down on one knee and closed the deceased woman's eye's. "Your journey took you far to deliver this, be at peace now in the force."

Finally he grabbed the cloth covered object, and stood up. Noticing his troops were still staring at him he shouted "Back to your tents, ALL OF YOU! There is nothing to see here." Pointing at a Rodian apprentice he declared "Construct a pyre for this woman, she deserves that much at least." Then he fell back into the command tent, Autha at his heel. Such relics could be dangerous in the wrong hands, even Jedi have been known to fall under the corrupt sway of Sith Holocrons, he dare not even attempt to open it, even assuming he could his recent emotional turbulence made him ripe for abuse by whatever was in that pyramid. "What should we do with that thing?"Autha whispered hesitantly. it clearly unnerved her, just as much as it did him. It oozed dark side energy, it seemed to be burning his hand, even through the cloth, and yet it also felt like a frozen tundra in the force. "We do the only thing we can do, we bring it before what's left of the the Jedi Council and let them analyze it."

As Radian stared at the dark object, he felt his unease about the future grow.

Tags: Sinrebirth

 

Darth Hades
Mountains, Desert, Moraband

Hades hated waiting, and he wasn't much for conversation. He remained mostly silent and focused on what was going on around him, but chose to mostly ignore his comrades. He simply disliked dealing with most people. He had been alone so long, that the silence was something he felt was precious.

Within minutes of leaving the tunnel and emerging on the mountain top, Hel was speaking with the Emperor and now, they were going to be facing an undead army. ​

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An undead army? How interesting.​

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Hades smiled and followed Hel. He was happy to defer to her in these instances so that he can build himself an ally and someone who can tell the Emperor that he is willing and capable of doing what is necessary to advance the Sith Empire. Ravenous was also seemingly just as happy to defer to Hel. Hades knew that this was trial by fire for the Wookie, but so far, he had shown he was more than capable to fend for himself. He was strong, but he lacked the control of an advanced wielder of the darkside. He was anger and instinct mostly. Hades hoped to hone that into a razor focus, though.

As soon as they made their way to the head of the Valley, they were able to communicate with the Temple and other ships, then things began happening quickly and Hades grew more eager.

He focused on the planet and sent his mind outward, feeling and seeking what was going on. Chaos, utter chaos. The darkside was moving in such pulses that it made it difficult to sort through all of it and find what one was seeking. It was overwhelming.

He was pulled from his own thoughts and senses by Hel yelling to reach out and slow down a fellow Sith as he fell. Hades wasted no time sending a surge of the Force towards his fellow Sith and slowing his momentum while also pulling him to their place.

This was going to end up very interesting, very interesting indeed.​

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TAG: Lady Belligerent, WookieeRage

 

IC: Darth Ravenous
Mountain pass, Moraband

The Wookiee's borrowed Macrobinoculars were ripped from his view as he glared back at the carnage that ensued before his eyes. His blood began to boil with a fury that was augmented with the Dark Side. He began to breath heavier with each impact of the assisting ship's forward cannons. The Wookiee flinched with every flash and Ravenous began to slip back into the same disgusting buried memory that had haunted his empty vessel he called a soul.

Flashback*
IC: Wuulfwarg ( Darth Ravenous )
Wuster's Cantina, Nar Shaddaa

It was a lively night at the Cantina, High spirits were about as the band continued to satisfy the patrons. The gluttonous Underlord feasted on a bowl of grain maggots as a shadowy figured appeared in the threshold of the rainy entrance, bag in hand. The large figure brooded towards the Hutt and removed his hood. He threw the bag on the table which oozed with blood. The figure, a Wookiee....Wuulfwarg, commanded the Hutt to transfer the credits with a craziness in his eyes. After several winded seconds the Hutt directed his slave to retrieve the bloody bag strewn before him. The Twilek slave pulled three gruesome human heads from the bag and showcased them to the cantina. There was not a word throughout the entire building as the patrons were silently convicting the Wookiee.
The Hutt threw his bowl of maggots to the side and bellowed a laugh as he addressed Wuulfwarg. "I don't like your artistic approach, Wookiee... I can barely even recognize if these people are who I contracted you to kill...10,000 credits." The Wookiee snarled...
He approached the Hutt to which his slave pulled a knife and dashed towards him. the Wookiee dropped to a crouch and singled out the Twilek's hand. Grasping the slave's wrist, Wuulfwarg twisted his wrist with a crack in an attempt to disarm him. The Wookiee ended up tearing his whole forearm apart, the slave collapsed on the floor... Wuulfwarg felt the anger well up inside of him as the memory began to dissolve around him...


Ravenous came to as the shuttle exploded before him. Hel ordered him to work with Hades to guide the occupants that had jumped out towards their position using the force. As he worked in tandem with his Master, Hel directed the inferno down upon the undead army. It was a sight to behold.... however, their ordeal was far from over. They would eventually have to confront the undead army with their blade...
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Soliloquy
Sith Library, Korriban

Turning, burning, twirling, still. Ever listening, ever changing, ever dancing in the fires that were the lights of their minds. It was glorious to see the one attack to defend his domain, and at the same time saddening. So boring, so wrote, so little open to possibilities. Fire with fire, it was the Sith way, and so the Sith would proud, but fire begat fire. It bred and like the true flame it did not care if it burned the user as well as the used, it simply burned.

So with disgust the Holocron turned it's focus from the scene about it even as the screams began and soon the true heat of real flames warmth caressed it. It was not feeling that, it was feeling the Force, that which fueled its very existence. The gatekeepers stirred and it knew it was time, past time. A dozen faces, a dozen gatekeepers played across it's many sides. Turbins dominated many, some whose faces were covered as well as their heads, some bore masks, none as prominent as the faces of Revanites, and then one shimmered, a slimy cowl over a black ooze of a face. Slowly it grew as the other faces winked away, one by one. They, the Shyracks it had created, burned and died allusively illusionist deaths of burnt flesh and scalding bone. And it looked out beyond it all.

From a world to a star, distance was so finite on the cosmic scale. Such things as distance rarely gave the safety and security so many craved and believed. No it was merely a buffer. A personal space within the cosmos, and within this galaxy that space was always shrinking. It was here. And this gatekeeper, the first gatekeeper, it was the best knowing of it. It was He.

The holocron, nay Soliloquy, turned and looked upon the room. With a negligent glare of it's beady projected eye the one way barrier was prepared, and it caressed the mind of the Ithorian. "Open, open. I have need of a conduit to save us." If he would open a Force barrier would shared, a one off way of arcane knowledge to block the true flames yet to the come. Unless the Lorekeeper did something, he would need it.

For the ruler of the realms of rot had come, and things of paper, of this world, no longer mattered until the ruler was made to leave.

TAG: Mikaboshi, DarthIshyZ, Sinrebirth, Darth_wanderguard

 

IC: Kwea Acantha (Combo with Anedon)

Octavius stormed into the room and his old battle reflexes came to life. Dozens of enemies where before them but it wasn´t the first time he fought against a numerical superior opponent. Blaster fire surrounded him and the Sith did his best to protect himself against it, while slamming some of the bolts back. Haretisch voice had filled the hall and so his master was here somewhere. Octavius deflected another blaster bolt and threw a look through the room. It was filled with enemies, these strange soldiers in their shining armor. Octavius asked himself who they where, but he guessed he wouldn´t get a moment to ask them. "Craving a path? What do you think we are doing right now?" Octavius muttered and hoped that Kwea, and only Kwea could hear him. He did his best to stay close to her side and protect her back, hoping she would do the same for him. They had to work together when they wanted to get out of here alive. Octavius threw a force push at a group enemies before him to get a quick moment to breath. "Do you have a plan?" He muttered to Kwea, hoping she had an idea how to deal with so many opponents.

Kwea smirked smugly as the doors slid open. She felt Haretisch's presence in the Force and glanced across the Great Hall to see him coming in through a recently blasted door. Suddenly, blaster fire began to pepper Octavius and her and she quickly ignited her lightsaber to block it. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Haretisch put up a Force Barrier as well as throw the dinning table into the crowd. The room was thrown into more chaos. She felt her former Master tell them to carve a path. Octavius muttered something snarky and she rolled her eyes. Kwea knew he had her back but right now, she wasn't too concerned about others. There was a mission to be done and that needed to get done, no matter who died. Knowing that he expected her to cover him, she did just to be nice. Something she hadn't been good at lately. Octavius Force Pushed the enemy and asked her if she had a plan. Raising a brow, Kwea wondered how this guy had been a decent ranking soldier. She knew she had to come up with something fast though.

"We need to focus on each side. You take the right and I'll take the left. Try to clear them out and make a path like Haretisch wants. Kill as many as possible," she instructed.

Hoping he got the idea, Kwea ran off to the left and started reflecting the blaster bolts back at the chrome troopers.

Tags: Anedon, Darth_wanderguard

 

Draconis
Sith Temple -- Korriban -- Lurking

“Get dressed. Go up, into the central foyer.” The Emperor commanded forth in response to the alarms of the intruders. Their presence had been masked from them all... Draconis, Emperor Insipid, The members of the order, the Triumvirate as a whole… crept upon them and now lurching forth with a ravenous desire to devour them all.
“I don’t have time for…” The Emperor’s final comments trailing off as his annoyance at the present situation in the Crematorium was evident, giving way to the urgency for matters that need be addressed elsewhere. The swirling departure of him into shadow as Draconis was left to gather himself.

There was a brief silence after his departure, as Draconis stood still... subtle scratches and pings echoed throughout the room... random and searching for meaning as Draconis watched out of the corner of his eye as a white sheet placed atop and covering a corpse rose. The undead body beneath it rising upright on the examination slab. Reanimated corpses or spirits? He mused on.The crawl of corpses drew near as another corpse had silently been making its way across the stone floor, exiting the cadaver door it had been imprisoned in before hand. A trail of blood and guts leading back to its origin, as it clawed its way grasping a his feet. there were over a dozen reanimated corpses drawing closer... the sound of thuds against the wall of mortuary cabinets as corpses within various storage slabs sounded against the metal doors sealing them in for now...

...Draconis exited through the same Crematorium Abattoir door that he entered in before... the roar of flames and mess of decapitated bodies in the background, left behind in his wake. Re-sheathing his blade as he rounded a corner having quickly dispatched sulking undead through combination of fire and steel.

Two troopers clad in sheen silver armor rushed past him without notice, watching as they failed to even notice him as a threat as he stared, his gaze following them down the hall til the disappeared round a corner. The sound of distant blaster fire, and subtle shudder of impacts reverberated through the ancient structure. Draconis stood for a brief moment taking it all in, reaching out... searching... his eyes closed and chin raised as his head rolled side to side, receiving the subtle tremors of the force abounding... his chin was pinned against his shoulder as he felt the incoming reverberations of the force. His eyes rolling back into his head. There.

It was not long before he caught up... he would always heed the orders of one he followed, fulfilling any such decree... but Draconis was always one to take liberty with.... orders. Pushing them a bit. This was the moment and opportunity they were waiting for. Distracted perhaps, unsuspecting? No. But clearly vulnerable! Severe the crown.

The Emperor led by a Sith woman, leading the way rounding corner after corner into the bowels of the Temple where many hidden features lie. Draconis did not attempt to mask his presence as he trailed the two, though adept at his skills it would be futile and insulting to hide from the Emperor in such circumstances... especially given the fact that he was in pursuit of them... though he was good at it. The Emperor would clearly come to notice his faint presence, subtle and barely visible but still there, but when? And in time? A hanger was before them as they moved to board a cloaked ship, silently Draconis in tow. Quickly without wasting time into the cockpit, both of them moved as the ship hummed to life from their toggling its systems to start. The leading conversation was barely audible but still there... Abeloth, the Celestials... the Pathenon and tales of past events pertaining to their present plight. Culminating in The Emperor's words about their moves at present to counter and stave off their destruction here and now. All very interesting, some known and unknown to Draconis clearly. Draconis moved undetected and drawing closer to the the Sith woman and the Emperor... within the ship now. Step after silent step, focused on his targets.

Draconis stopped as The Emperor paused, picking up on the conversation between the Sith Warrior leading them and himself that had transpired through the winding corridors earlier en-route to this secret hangar. 'If anything, I would love to speak to Darth Ruin..." Draconis lay in wait... still and posied, ready to end it. "...So, as to your question. Maybe..." The Emperor spoke as Draconis readied himself. Silent. Waiting.

Draconis' sword was unsheathed in an instant, arcing upwards on its path towards the seated Emperor's spine... as his opposite hand raised towards the Sith woman warrior in the cockpit beside him. The blade sliced through the air with a distinct audible sound at the lurking figure who came into view. Draconis' force grip wretched a second black robe clad figure backwards away from the woman, The Emperor's lead. Draconis' blade sliced through the wrist of the assassin closest to him just as the assassin's crimson red blade had ignited set on lunging towards the Emperor Insipid and his lead. The assassin and Inquisitor reeled... suddenly aware of Draconis having appeared out of nowhere...clasping his arm at the loss of his hand as his saber fell to the starships corridor floor de-igniting as it clanged impacting the durasteel. Fluidly moving Draconis forced his elbow into the mans chest, not giving him pause to think about his now searing wound, thus knocking him back into the opposite corridor wall... close quarters indeed in the ship. The second Inquisitor, a woman with pale and sleek features, had begun to rise from having been lurched back from Draconis' suddenly violent force grip, but she was met before she could regain her composure... as Draconis brought his hands together on the hilt of his blade downward towards her. Her body fell lifeless as the head rolled a few feet down one of the starship corridors, detached from its previous position atop her body laying still in the starship hallway floor outside the cockpit. Draconis spun and twirled with his back facing and coming up almost in contact with the Inquisitor he had slammed against the wall. The assassin's eyes were wide in disbelieve at what had transpired in a flash... Draconis' arms were at his left hip, forcefully rigid from the culmination of precise flowing movements. The hilt of Draconis' blade evident and reversed in his grip, as the blade surged backwards, protruding and impaling the assassin. Draconis stared forward from across the corridor eyeing the Emperor and Re'van whom he now recognized in the cockpit, clearly unaware of what was going on in the hallway outside the cockpit... even though he gazed upon them both. Obviously this failed attempt... would not be the only attempt to cut the head of the serpent off... clearly the Emperor and his lead Re'van were not in the clear yet. Though for now they had some room to breathe... Draconis could hear the screech of fighters above...

Draconis twisted the blade still in the assassin and sliced upward. Driving his hands upwards as the blade slid further into the Inquisitors midsection, ending any already slim chance of survival from such a blow. Draconis drew the blade out quickly, both of the assassins lay dead in the hallway outside the cockpit. No doubt the Emperor would have noticed in the force and now seen, perhaps in the corner of his eye the silently exiting Draconis as he moved towards the boarding ramp that was closing. Draconis had no intention of disobeying orders and staying here... he rolled down the exit ramp as it raised up sealing itself, landing in a crouch as the cloaked starship began to rise and lift off the ground.

Now. Onto the central foyer...

TAG: Sinrebirth HunterPrime ....kind of .... Good hunting you two!

OOC: I am on my way! Darth_wanderguard

 

IC: Darth Anark
Moraband


Anark skipped toward the group, flamboyantly swinging his arms from side to side as he went, his muscle defined frame making his movements look all the more bazaar.

He addressed the Sith. “That shuttle had very flimsy shielding… and a delayed warning system. That’s in the past now though.”

He turned his gaze to Hel. “My lady, what do you propose as our next course of action? I don’t mean to add unwanted pressure or state the obvious but the undead are still eager to meet us. I’ve brought Erron along for additional support, he’s not a bad shot with that blaster and…”

He stopped mid-sentence as he noticed Darth Ravenous. He’d never seen a Wookiee before, not in the flesh. Anark walked toward the beast with trepidation, footfalls slow across the gritty terrain of the mountain, a look of wonder in his bulging eyes. When he reached Ravenous he lifted a trembling hand, stood on tip toes and brought it slowly downwards until he was touching the fur atop his head, he gently kneaded the tufts of hair for a moment before pulling his hand back to his side abruptly and continuing to stare at the towering creature before him…

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IC: Darth Ravenous
Mountain pass, accompanied by Darth Hel, Darth Hades and now Darth Anark.

Ravenous felt the hand of the Sorcerer caress his fur atop his head as he gazed at the Army of undead. "Such soft hands..." He thought to himself as he was reminded of someone he knew long ago. He shook himself from the thought and turned downward to see Anark staring at him. The Wookiee looked at him with a slight agitation in his eye which gave way to a gruesome smile, the cut on his head still oozing blood into the fur of his jowls. He returned the action with an oppressive pat on the man's head.

Tag: Snokers Lady Belligerent E. L.Knight

 

IC: Darth Kronos

Zalen rushed to Kronos and Esmerelda, ordering them both to grab supplies to help any of the wounded. He did so, groggily trying to move quickly. Anything he thought looked useful, he grabbed. Bandages, needles, disinfectant, other strange looking stuff which he didn't know the name of....

Zalen turned on her comlink, revealing Haretisch on the other line. The two began to form a plan. The group was going to move any usable supplies into the training room. There, they would turn it into a mini medbay. At least, until these pesky soldiers were killed. This was going to be easy. Well, the first part, that is. He had no idea how most of the equipment worked, and as far as he knew, the only medic they had was Esmerelda. The other, Rullus, was cut down amost immediately after the first explosions. She was going to be pretty busy, unless there was someone else who actually knew what they were doing.

But, it turned out he wasn't needed there. He was needed elsewhere? He wasn't given much of an explanation, other than "someone other than me will tell you what you're doing". And, of course, before he could ask any questions, Haretisch abruptly cut the line. 'Thanks'.

Zalen turned to him. "Guess you're in demand. Go, we can manage. I won't let anything happen to her". She winked, causing him to smirk.

He stepped back, and pointed at her. "I'm holding you accountable to that."

That was more of a threat than a joke.

He moved towards Esmeralda, and leaned down to her level. He gave a full on kiss. He wanted to leave a more lasting impression on her. And, he assumed he would. Or, at least that she would appreciate it.

"Just in case something happens.". He gave her a smile.


He had no time to find out. Bellorum had showed, and was already getting impatient with him. He dashed away, following the Triumviur to wherever he was needed.

He expected something action packed and dangerous.

TAG: Lady Belligerent Sinrebirth and Darth_wanderguard

 

IC: Lord Manticore
On to Moraband

Darth Hesper and Darth Titus had arrived to the briefing room the Sith Emperor had summoned them to. Manticore learned along with them of the fated conflict that had come to their homeworld of Moraband.

The so called ‘True Sith’ had come to destroy their Empire.

Not without a fight, and not if they could turn the tide of battle.

Emperor Insipid disseminated the override codes to the Golan stations to each Sith Lord present. With the Emperor’s permission, Manticore opted to pilot the Emperor’s D-type for the sake of irony and maneuverability.

That left the two Sith Shuttles and Hapan security detail in the hands of Hesper and Titus.

The Sith High Lord boarded the starfighter and strapped himself in. He went over a series of strategies he would need once aboard the station, while he performed pre-flight checks.

“Lords of the Sith….” The Emperor began, “On reversion I shall obtain a sitrep and assign targets. You should ensure you launch immediately and clear the vicinity. The shuttle's have ample anti-starfighter weapons and heavier shielding than most fighter craft. Use them until I can direct you. The plan in principle is the recapture of the Golan battle stations until the Wrath of Vader arrives.”

Manticore clicked an affirmative response, conveying his understanding. He decided to launch last, in case he needed to temporarily support either shuttle from enemy starfighters.

The countdown was set for sixty seconds, but it would not be completed. Everything in the hangar that wasn’t bolted down, was violently jolted and lurched to one side at the 30 second mark. The D-Type was secure for the most part, but it became misaligned. Alarms sounded, informing the pilot that he was not clear for launch.

Manticore cursed in disbelief.

Something had yanked them out from hyperspace. The situation became clear almost immediately, since the Emperor was still on the open channel.

“The flagship is here…..”

It was clear they had entered a gravity well. Instruments revealed as much, including the ship's vector. It was heading straight for the Wrath. The D-Type was still not clear for take off, but that was the least of the Sith Lord’s concern. Inside a moment, the entire hangar shook so violently, that the D-Type was flipped over and skidded on the floor. Manticore braced himself for impact.

After the crash, everything was still for a moment. Manticore groaned, feeling old wounds and hurts return anew, some even doubled. Angry and annoyed, the Sith Lord unstrapped himself, and fell unto the unopened canopy of the D-Type. He found himself trapped inside the fighter. For a brief second, he considered cutting himself out due to sheer frustration, then another thought came to mind.

Closing his eyes, the Sith High Lord called upon the force, to tip the fighter over and right its position. Biting down on his jaw, he felt himself taking control of the ship’s mass and moved it, almost as if he were doing so with a giant hand. As soon as the fighter came down, he forced the canopy open and exited by jumping down. A sharp pain went through his abdomen and he didn’t have to look to know why.

War. That was why.

“If you are outside the Wrath; land, now. We need to retake this ship.” The Emperor’s voice came through his com link.

Clearly, there was a change of plans.

Without a moment's hesitation, the zabrak made his way through the wreck of the ship. He ignored anything that was not standing or could not be useful in battle, as he sought to join the Emperor, who’s presence he focused on like a beacon.

He fully expected both Hesper and Titus to make an appearance.

As he walked, the muffled sound of pounding came through the thick hull. It was defused, but still perceivable. Outside, someone was attacking them.

As Manticore emerged, he noticed the ship’s floodlights illuminating a very long and large tunnel, with adjoining accesses tubes. Robed enemies were pouring out, carrying assorted weapons. Manticore’s eyes narrowed as he surveyed them.

The Sith Lord walked silently as he approached. The Senator, he ignored, but he knew that the Emperor had already felt his presence. Before them, an array of robed opposition approached, many of them carrying bags of explosives.

Manticore lit the ends of his saber staff with a signature ’snap-hiss’.

“My Lords. The time is now.” The Emperor intoned.

The objective was clear. They needed to commandeer the ship. Immediately.

With a growl escaping his snarling lips, Manticore gestured and squeezed a fist, as he focused on a cluster of enemies with explosive bags. His intention was to cause one to explode and create a chain reaction, setting-off the others as a result.

He’d follow smoothly with his lightsaber, which he would use to deflect any blaster bolts directly back at any shooters, then throw his lightsaber like a searing disc of crimson fire, mowing down any and all caught in its deadly arc.

There was no time to waste playing with pawns, not when the Sith Temple and all that they had built, was in danger of becoming undone.


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IC: Re'van
Moraband, in low orbit

Re'van noted very swiftly the Insipid had been quiet for quite some time, since they had been moving. Her mental musings had most likely unlocked a secret or two that he perfered not had been found out. Re'van kept very close within the Force, drawing herself tightly within the Force, just in case. But she also guessed that he needed her right now. And she was content with that for the moment. Later, things could be delt with, but right now, this was something that cause them all to fall. Petty squables could be delt with later. But she still drew into herself, and along with the other amulet, her force signature should dissapear, her thoughts her own for the moment. Even along the dank and musty corridors, it took them a few moments, before they reached the Ferel. After Re'van checked the ships integerity, before she keyed in a few commands, and then quickly borded the ship. As Re'van sat in the pilots seat, and began preparing for launch, Darth Insipid cleared his throat. 'In very short, this is what I have ascertained. A hundred millennia ago a Sith made contact with the higher realm of three Celestials - the Father, Son and Daughter.' The amulet vibrated slightly in excitement at the mention of the Son. 'She infiltrated their Family, became powerful, and was cast down. Her name was Abeloth, and the Celestials followed her down and threw the entire Sith leadership - deities that capriciously ruled through proxy races such as the Sharu, Columni and the Taung - and they shattered the Infinite Sith and seized control of the Galaxy through their proxies - the Killiks, Kwa and Gree.' Re'van had heard of Abeloth.

Then Kalara quietly reached out and suggested that Re'van use her knowledge - instantly passed to her - to stay hidden too, or the stealth technology would be useless. Re'van raised an eyebrow. /Isnt that what the necklace is supposed to do?/ she mental asked Klalara. But she allowed for Klara's spell to assist. Re'van then began to speak in her native laungage to the ship, while she finished the ships launch sequence. Many of the commands were in her native language, another security feature. Re'van was about to ask Insipid when to launch, when she felt the flicker of a touch within her mind. Immediately her mental shields, already held close, became sharp, but she realied that his mind was also someplace else, so, she sat still, her fingers ready to launch the ship. While she waited, Darth Inspipd continued. 'The Celestials periodically returned Abeloth to hiding, and the Pantheon, behind its seals, acted within our galaxy via the spirits who survived death, though at times the Sith Order undid the Pantheon's plans. The Pantheon, over time, became a single Sith, more powerful than them all, who had triumphed over all other deities; Typhojem. The Left Handed God.' The Force around them darkened as he spoke the name, and with a gesture he dispelled it. Re'van's eyes widened a bit at that display. What had the fools allowed themselves to be opened up to?! And a creature powerful enough for to exibit power from the mere mention of their name. But she was equally impressed that Inspipid simply gestured to dispel it as well. She listened carefully as he continued. 'Two millennia ago the Celestials isolated themselves from this Galaxy in Mortis, for some reason, and then thereafter they slew themselves while seeking to control Anakin Skywalker.' Data stolen from the Jedi confirmed this. 'And Abeloth herself emerged with no Celestials to stop her a century ago but Luke and Krayt drove her back into the shadows. Now, however, the last seals are breaking on the Left Handed God, as the sorceress rightly points out, but we are seeking to control the seals, not break them. If our understanding of them is correct, there may be one on Moraband, but it's more likely that the last one is Mortis itself.' Insipid paused. 'If anything, I would love to speak to Darth Ruin. There seems a strange connection between his fall and the Celestials departure.' So, he knew of Darth Ruin as well? That didnt take long. It could be quite an interesting conversation. But first things first. 'So, as to your question. Maybe.' Insipid pursed his lips. 'If Typhojem escapes we lose. Point blank. Matter, energy; they mean nothing to him. At all. We would be like paper resisting a lightsaber.' Suddenly, the Darkside exploded around Re'van, and suddenly, things that Re'van would have considered impossible before this minute second, sprang suddenly into being. A warning, not from her ship, but from the Force itself screamed out, and was just as suddenly silenced, followed by another sensation that Re'van was all too familiar with. Death. And not just one. All within the timeperiod of a breath, if that. By the time Re'van could whip her head around to see what was going on, she could note at least one body in the hallway behind the cockpit area, and movement that was leaving her ship! WHO?!?! But before Re'van could even command any part of her body to react, and find out who had managed to gain entry inside of her vessel, there was movement beside her. Suddenly, Insipid's eyes opened. 'Go!' he commanded. Any other thoughts and ideas of plots vanished into unimportaness for now.

Immediately, Re'van launched the Ferel, it growled as it came to life, and leaped straight up into the air. It began to follow a tube, hard to spot within the ceiling, and headed for the planets surface, barely missing the walls of the structure, while Re'van concentrated, her arms over various controls. The ship could navigate this area by itself when necesssary, but it would move much slower. Re'van was pushing the ship, as she knew that once the ship broke the surface, they would not have much time. All her concentration was upon the controls of her ship. The Ferel exploded from a conceled opening from the Temple, just as a squadron of Tie fighters happened to be in the area. This was an opening? The Ferel informed her there were 12 ships in the immediately area, and some very large ships above them. Re'van would sometimes comment about being born within the voids of space. In truth, she was reborn in space, and Re'van loved to fly. Her ships controls were adappted for her 4 arms, and she used them expertly. She spun the Ferel, slipping between several ships, while she sent the ship into space. Suddenly, Darth Inspipd slapped the comm channel, sending some sort of signal, while looking apologetically from the copilot seat. 'We were found anyway.' Now a dozen ancient TIE Interceptors were veering from their attack run to focus on them. The Destroyer was blocked by the shuttle's, but they were nudging to move themselves and allow the bottom side guns to fire. In a few moments - moments in which the TIEs would prove ample distraction - heavier weapons would be firing on them. The darkside spoke to her in dark whisperings, while she felt the dark fingers of those setting their sights on her ship, meaning to do her harm. But the Ferel was armored, and could take a few shots. She snarled. Silly children. They may have set this elabourate rouse, but it was her dance they would come to taste, and learn why it was foolish to attack Sith. Re'van's eyes narrowed to mere slits as she bared her fangs, and concentrated, feeling the flow of the darkness converge around her, surrounding her as she called another ancient technique into being. Calling into the shadows once more.

Shadowstrike.

Ah, she loved how the ships flew in such lovely formations. Close and tight, in order to concentrate their fire power. So Re'van reached out to four seperate ships, and with a gesture from each hand reached out, and gestured. And within each ship, the pilots would received the equivelant of a powerful force blow, ramming their heads backwards with a powerful Force punch into their jaw with enough force to break their necks. Of course, such an unexpected blow would send them out of their lovely tight formation, and into their shipmates. Unfortunately, Re'van would not be able to watch the pending chaos, as Lord Inspipd moved as he half pointed up, on the display of Re'van's ship.

'There. Now.' Re'van did not question the order, she simply moved, her ship spiralling about to avoid the now lovely explosions happening around them, as she slipped her ship between the wreckage that danced around them, The Destroyer, and another massive ship. What greated Re'van's sight made her eyes open, and then suddenly frown. A ship, was rammed into the aperture for the larger ship. An eyebrowse rose. That looked like it should have hurt. It seemed to be using itself as a large plug, attempting to jam or prevent from firing whatever came from out of the opening. Indeed, it must be serious. As Re'vans ship danced between the growing amount of debris in the area, she put the Ferel back into cloak, as she moved behind a larger chunk of flotasm. She gently nudged the large piece of shrapnel, using it to gain a closer vantage point to the two ship. Following Lord Inspipd's directions, she carefully moved her ship, staying away from what she gathered might be the bridge of the other ship, as she careful had the Ferel gently alightly on the hull , close to where the two ships had merged into one. She asked Inspipd to carefully guide where the safest place it would be for the Ferel to latch on, as he seemed to know where the various hatchways were located. Was he already there? It was getting difficult to keep up at times. But Re'van let him guide her, none the less, as she kept on using the natural camoflauge around them, for as long as she could. Once her ship was latched on, she adjusted her control on her bracelet, and then stood. Stepping out, she exited the cockpit, to notice the headless body laying in the hallway. Re'van kept her emotions under check as her anger flowed, even as her eyes followed the path to where a head lay, and then another body. Re'van began to wonder if the amulet she wore was worthless. That someone had bypassed her ships security systems, and had gained entry. Even worse, if they had even tracked them to her ship. Re'van quickly quieted that line of thinking. They were most likely after the Emperor. Re'van would have to adapt it seemed, and quickly if they were to survive whatever was to come next. Re'van quickly stepped to the side, to allow the Emperior to take the lead. Re'van did not know what was to come next, but she was assured that whatever it may be, it would be most - enlighting. And compared to the information Re'van just received, that would be something indeed.


TAG: Sinrebirth

 

IC: Jwob Sebb
Moraband Sith Temple Library

Jwob saw the Lorekeeper tear into the room and start weaving spells. It was all going by so fast! The remaining warriors, once confused, were now flailing. They thought they were on fire? Incredible! This demonstration of Force ability was fascinating! One of the warriors got his flamethrower to work and started a fire on a few shelves. I turned back to the Lorekeeper, still casting spells. The fire appeared to be gathered up into a tight ball and *poof* was out. "How...?"

No time for that now, wait, was that my thought or the holocron? Doesn't matter. There was a grenade on the floor about to go off. Jwob had been able to lift small things before with his minimal Force ability. He lifted the grenade and threw it into the hallway where it exploded harmlessly. Well, harmlessly for us. The warriors that had fled because they thought they were on fire were really on fire now. And they smelled pretty bad, too.

Jwob looked back to the Lorekeeper. He had things under control here. Still casting spells. Where should I go? Just then Jwob heard the holocron, this time much clearer. "Open, open. I have need of a conduit to save us." Jwob responded, "I hear! I... open myself to you! What can I do to help? I'll be your conduit. Control me!"

Tag: Mikaboshi, Mitth_Fisto

 

With the assistance of Moonspun Dragon!

IC: Darth Syren & Darth Arach
Sith Temple, on the move

Having not yet received a directive from her Master, Syren remained low and once again peered around the corner at the small group of enemy soldiers. An all too familiar urge crept through her limbs like a current, and how she had missed it. She was itching to move, to attack, to hurt someone. Sparring with the droid on Hoth had done nothing for her, but now she had the chance to fight an opponent that was of flesh and blood. Her thoughts fell back to her “recovery” time a few short minutes ago. It looked like she would have a chance to kill after all.

Finally, she thought. The anticipation was torture.

However, as it was clear to her that the High Lord was in deep concentration and it would not do to interrupt, the apprentice stayed put. Unclipping her right saber from her belt simply to give her hands something to do, she was startled by a single discharge of a blaster rifle. A trooper in front of them had fired on his own comrade.

What in the hell?

In a matter of seconds the rest of the squad were lying on the ground, dead, and by their own doing. Looking back up at her Master, Syren knew in her gut that what she had witnessed was no random act of insanity.

“Huh,” she breathed in amazement. “You have got to show me that someti-," her words were cut off when a familiar voice came through on Lady Arach’s comm.

"Pinned down I am. Appreciated, help would be. On your way, I hope you are."

Lord Kralkus. The sounds of blaster fire and a rather odd taunting by the small Sith could be heard before the transmission was cut off.

She smirked. At least she now knew whom they were heading towards.

Arach sensed another group of soldiers on their way. She turned her head to finally acknowledge her apprentice. "Four more soldiers are on their way." Her gaze became mischievous. "Show me what you can do."

As the High Lord spoke, Syren felt it too: a surge of danger crashing over their position like a wave. Her playful expression remained as she shot up and spun around to face the threat head on. The new set of chrome troopers funneled into the corridor and immediately rained rapid fire down on the women. A single crimson blade sprung to life just in time to deflect the first round of bolts as she instinctively threw her left hand out to aim a Force Push at two of the soldiers. The pair of bodies flew back off their feet as she intended, thinning them out.

“Yes, Master,” Syren replied confidently.

Focusing and allowing the darkness to guide her, she easily retargeted a shot back at one of her closest foes. It tore into the mirrored helmet with deadly precision and as that first body fell, she charged at the second. Reaching him, she nimbly kicked high at his blaster rifle causing the weapon to swing wide. The move exposed the trooper’s chest and Syren utilized the opening to mercilessly stab forward with her lightsaber. Running the crimson blade through armor and flesh, straight to the hilt, she wrapped her left arm around her victim and pulled the body against hers. Savoring the fading presence in the Force, all the while she gazed over an armored shoulder to track the other pair of troopers she had thrown back but a few moments earlier. They were now once again standing with weapons raised.

Laughing as she let the newly minted corpse slip from her hold, she moved back to deflecting a renewed volley of shots. This short burst of a fight was truly exhilarating but she quashed the glee that was close to overwhelming her. She couldn’t afford to waste time playing.

How disappointing.

Syren deftly aimed another shot back at one of the approaching troopers, this time hitting her enemy’s thigh. The mirrored form dropped to a knee and seizing on his momentary distraction, she used the Force to pull the blaster rifle from his slackened grip. The weapon clattered to the floor behind her as she leapt towards him, swinging herself wholly behind the wounded soldier as his comrade continued firing relentlessly and without thought. Perfect.

The bolts hit her human shield as she ran him through the back with her lightsaber. She heaved the body up and forward with her blade still pressed in to the hilt having every intention of also impaling this one last trooper. Following behind, she slammed into him but he managed to twist away to avoid harm. The trio of bodies collided and crashed to the floor in a heap.

Spying the trooper’s rifle as it fell from his grasp, she started to reorient herself to finish him off when a gloved hand clenched her wrist as the remaining soldier suddenly rolled on top of her. As he was easily the larger and heavier of them, she was pinned. Syren swore loudly as he repeatedly threw her hand down to the floor in attempt to loose her weapon from her grasp and his other forearm crushed down across her throat. Her free hand came up and wrenched the front of the chrome helmet upwards hard in attempt to move out from under the heavy weight, and that’s when she saw it: An opening.

She chose to let her saber go. It deactivated as it left her hand and the trooper immediately lunged for his own weapon that lay nearby. He thought he had the upper hand now.

Cute.

As soon as he made the move, she threw herself over and grasped his shoulders to twist them around so that she was now on top of him. Not leaving a chance for the enemy to grapple with her any further, Syren swiftly reached down to a boot and pulled out a single vibroblade. Her thumb reflexively ran over the scar on the blade’s handle as she jerked the trooper’s helmet up enough to expose the sweet spot she sought. The sharp weapon was rammed through the gap in the armor and directly into his neck.

“Your Masters will never triumph here,” she spat as the blade twisted in deeper before being yanked free.

Heavy amounts of blood sprayed out of the wound as the apprentice stayed in position, straddling the soldier. She felt the body spasm and then still beneath her. Without a second thought, she bent down further to press her lips quickly to the helmet visor. "Fools," she whispered while pulling away.

Springing back to her feet, she replaced her blade and grabbed her lightsaber from the floor. Brushing away a few stray locks of hair that had freed themselves from her now mangled braid, she quickly strode back to her Master with her head held high and a sly smile on her face.

After things had calmed, Arach stood and joined Syren. "Very good." she smirked. "Now, we need to help a lite imp." As she walked down the hall, she added. "Careful. He bites."

TAGS: Moonspun Dragon Darth_wanderguard

 

The Lorekeeper
Great Library, Sith Temple
A great many things seemingly happened at once, both good and bad. Half of the carbonite Sith troops fell to the ground, their minds having been deceived into believing that they had been consumed by the flames. So powerful was their belief that the pain and death became real. Another triggered his flamethrower and torched a few of the nearby racks of books, such was their age that the fire began to spread fast.

The infuriated sorcerer let his magical flames disappear.

Suddenly the temperature of the library began to drop drastically that within seconds one's breathe could be seen. The source of the cold seemed focused on the surviving soldiers, his mastery over cryokinesis so advanced that the freshly unfrozen troopers were once again rock solid, a cold steam began to slowly emanate from the as they stood locked in mid motion.

The flames were still consuming the nearby stacks, so far the damage had not spread far. He waved his hand, in it's wake a deadening cold that snuffed the flame in it's tracks. Damage was done however, thankfully none of their rarest works were located in this area of the library. Even the nearby holocrons were protected by ancient spells.

The event should have sent the Lorekeeper mad, but he just stood there quietly for a moment visually assessing the damage for a moment, finally he reached into his satchel and pulled out a tiny comlink. "V3PO." No response. "V3PO?" Again no response, looking at the comlink he quickly realized his error. Placing the lip balm back in his satchel he grabbed the real comlink and called for the droid to respond to the mess immediately, reminding him to not forget about the Novice, Rakib.

Tag: Mitth_Fisto Darth_wanderguard dragonsith13 DarthIshyZ