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Post by Ca'guuror DelaSangre on Dec 22, 2014 18:32:14 GMT -8
Having landed upon the planet with our incident, Ca'guuror DelaSangre had locked down his ship and left the spaceport. He had headed directly out of the city in to the terrain of the Paradise Planet and he was here for one reason. A rumor had reached his sensitive ears, a rumor of unexplained deaths upon this wonderful planet that couldn't be explained by the local fauna, of a rare traveler mauled beyond recognition here and there and with the tracks of only a single beast left. Tracks that though unknown by most through out the galaxy, the notorious horror that left them where. Reknown for its savagery, hardiness and deadliness there had been several extermination attempts performed by varies sects of Jedi and all seemed to have failed. The beast loved the dark side and wherever the dark side of the Force permeated these creatures would be found. However until know none had ever been heard of upon this paradise world.
Terentatek..
Jedi killer...
That's what Ca'guuror was hunting for. He wanted to see one....to test himself and the beast. Could he defeated? Either bend one to his will or if not slay it? He didn't know, but was willing to test his strength and his courage. He wanted this and was going to do it despite the warnings of his lover Zel. He would kill it and take back a piece to her to show her his strength and perhaps then she wouldn't worry about him such as she was prone to.
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The Fallen
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Post by The Fallen on Jan 8, 2015 19:57:36 GMT -8
It had been several days since Ifrit had begun his training with Ikaros to learn how to craft various potions, starting with nice and easy draughts for helping one to relax, sleep, or overcome allergies. It was a long process, but Ifrit was more than willing to take the time to put the effort in, especially since his end game was something so important, that rushing would serve him no good. Aside from that, there was only soo much time each day that Ikaros could spend teaching him, since the business still needed to be kept running, something that Ifrit's basic potion crafting skills were only a little aid in for the time being.
He was sure it would still be some time before his mastery of potion crafting would be of a high enough proficiency that he could more actively contribute to the business, although he was quite certain that his training in Sith Alchemy would be a great boon in producing potions even Ikaros had never crafted. Then there was his training in Sith Magic, which was progressing well enough, with his sith runes already feeling a lot stronger and able to protect him from far more fiercer attacks than when he first inscribed them upon himself. He had also inscribed runes onto Ikaros and Nymph as well, to not only bolster their strength, but help keep them protected, should they ever be attacked or find themselves in a fight.
But that was only just the beginning, already he was learning how to use Force Blast, Dark Side Tendrils, Dark Side Web, and Bolt of Hatred. His training was progressing on both fronts, and so to was his reserve of power growing, as his training continued. His Force Sight, even now, was taking less of a drain on him as his continued use of it allowed him to better handle its effects. It was a similar case for his Aura of Uneasiness, which he seldom left the warehouse without using, in an effort to help him better master his skill with it.
However, today was one such day that Ifrit had opted to take some time out of his training, and bask in the chaos that was everyday life in the Imperial Sector. People were constantly rushing about, trying to get to work, or going shopping, or rushing their children to school, or even just taking a bit of a day off. However, today was starting to turn out a little different to some of the other times he had decided to play observer to the comings and goings of the city, for today, Ifrit was not alone. She had started following him a couple blocks after he had left the warehouse, all the way to the park, where he was currently seated on a bench at the edge of the park.
So far, her presence had seemed inquisitive and friendly, though her motives still remained unknown since she had yet to approach him, preferring instead to apparently be content with watching him from afar, so to speak. But Ifrit was starting to feel like it was well past time that she should come out of hiding and introduce herself to him, so that perhaps then, he might be able to satisfy her curiosity of him, and she might be able to satisfy his curiosity about her. Either way, it was a win-win situation, and Ifrit could get back to enjoying his observations unhindered
I know you're there. Come, sit with me already...
*Banríon remained cloaked as she leaned against a low wall that was nearby, as the man she had been following for the past couple weeks finally addressed her and asked her to sit with him. She'd first laid eyes on him when he had been visitng a local blacksmith to purchase a durasteel cube, but it wasn't his initial purchase that she had found curious, it was the aura that was radiating from him that she found most intriguing. Sure, there was the fact he walked around blindfolded, yet still had perfect vision, and was able to clearly see through her Personal Cloaking Device, but she was far more interested in the man's drive. Figuring now was as good a time as any to get some answers, she deactivated her cloaking device, causing her to slowly visibly reappear, clad in her speacialized survival suit, as she stepped forward and sat down next to the man, whilst not looking at him*
How did you know I was there?
Ifrit smiled as the woman sat down beside him and asked how he saw her, quite certain she was unable to sense he was using Force Sight, something which trumped her fancy cloaking device. Not once did he turn his head to look at her as he inspected her, taking note of her clothing and apparently lack of armament at the current moment, though he had a feeling she was more than capable with a weapon. He could sense a good deal of potential in her, without Bara'duun even having to say anything this time
Technology can only deceive those that allow themselves to be. I see things as few choose to, without the lies that we tell ourselves so that we can be content with subservience. I seek a far greater power than any of these fools would dream, let alone be capable, of wielding. So, why is it that you pursue me? Do you seek to kill me? or perhaps you yearn for something in life that was taken from you?
*His response told her everything, and yet nothing, at the same time, since she was unable to properly figure out what he meant with his little riddle of a reply. It seemed getting direct answers from him might be a bit more difficult then she had first imagined, unless of course his responses were merely based on what he wanted to tell her, as opposed to what she wanted to ask about. She figured she would find out soon enough as she took a moment to think about the question he had posed her about why she had saught him out*
I'm definitely not here to kill you, otherwise, I'd have done it from the otherside of the park... nor have I really lost anyone that I didn't long ago forget... But I think I gave up on my will to care about being alive, long forgotten like all those I once cared for. But seeing you that day, as you made your way to that blacksmith, there was something different about you, even now. Unlike most people that rush about struggling to survive each day, you have something else, a greater goal, that drives you...
He chuckled as he realized that she had been following him for far longer than he had realized, no doubt a good number of weeks at this stage, if his memory served him true. However, her words intrigued him no-less, as she spoke of what she had lost and how she had given up on life, before her curiosity was sparked by him. At the very least, she was definitely not here to kill him, meaning that she her story was true, which meant she was ripe for the taking, it would not take much work to mould her into a useful ally, since he may need someone of her skills in his quest
You want to know what drives me? hmmm.... I lost someone very dear to me recently, taken from my very grasp in an instant. Our love for one another was strong, and would have made us dangerous to those in power. Now, I live in exile, biding my time until I grow strong enough to bring back the one I love, and strike down those that plotted against us. Justice, will be brought upon them for their evil... Alone, I can do only soo much, but wars were made for warriors to fight in, and before this war is over, I'm going to need the aide of a fellow warrior. Someone like yourself perhaps? It might be that I can give you a new purpose in this life, a new cause to fight for... if you're interested...
*It has been some time since she had fought in a war, let alone one with a worthy enough cause that she could put her support into, instead of just working it for the money, but then, that was the life of a mercenary. For the most part, she'd only ever fought because the pay was good, and after a while, fighting that way can take a toll on you mentally if that wasn't the type of person you were whole heartedly. But right now, this man was offering her a chance to fight for a cause that wasn't just about money, but seeking justice against those that had caused the death of the one he loved, and wiping clean a corrupt leadership.
Although it was entirely possible that there was more to the situation then what he may be letting on, at this stage, it wasn't exactly like she was getting a handful of better offers, and she was like to die from one of these jobs some day soon, and this one seemed as good as any to go for. Plus, she might learn some new tricks from this strange man before it was all said and done, hell she might even live through it and have a new outlook on life, depending upon how things went*
A new cause huh... Well I clearly don't have much else going on, seeing as I've been spending my spare time following you around... It could be fun. So, what's your plan?
And like that, a new piece made its way onto the board, further strengthening his team for the fight ahead. For the time being, however, that fight was still a long way off, but he was fairly certain she would make for decent security in the mean time, until things progressed a little more. He was about to explain just as much to her, until he felt a strange aura coming from the direction of the Black Stone Citadel, like an old master waking from his slumber to reclaim his throne. He rose from his seat and half turned towards the woman, as he prepared to lead her back to the warehouse
For the time being, we best get moving. A darker master than me stirs here, meaning that my stay here is at an end. We make for Ziost as soon as possible...
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Harnan Ren
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Post by Harnan Ren on Dec 24, 2020 8:30:21 GMT -8
Dozen's of Atmospheric Assault Lander's descended from orbit toward the Emperor's Citadel, filled with the Ren's Purge Troopers. Their distinctive black armour matching that of the Ren's primary colour scheme. Despite the speed of the AAL's descent, they fired off reverse jets before their repulsor generators came online and allowed the extended landing gear to take up the vessels weight. The loading ramps dropped down before the Purge Troopers streamed out, with Harnan Ren striding forward at the head of the column. His brothers and sisters would have plenty of opportunity to help out, but for now he kept his focus upon himself.
The great doors rose in front of him, barring the Ren's further progress. However, it was only a momentary obstacle. Harnan raised his hand forth and reached out with the Force, gripping the massive metal structures and thrust them open. Purge Troopers streamed through the opening with their blasters raised. With the entrance hall secured, small squads split off and began their sweep of the Citadel. The upper levels would not present too much danger. The lower levels, however, were where the cache of artifacts would be kept along with beasts intended to guard against intruders
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Dec 28, 2020 7:39:38 GMT -8
In addition to the Ren troops, a score of transports, bringing in a complement from the orbiting Victory III-class Star Destroyer, were dispatched to the surface. However, their intended target was the Ruling City itself. These troops would help with sorting things out for the future to come. Byss was now with the Empire, an Empire that would make her a jewel once more. Certainly, what citizens below remembered the Empire would be cheering at the sight of Stormtroopers.
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Post by Harnan Ren on Dec 28, 2020 15:01:40 GMT -8
Additional Atmospheric Assault Lander's were dispatched from the ships belonging to Scourge Squadron that sat in orbit of Byss. Purge Troopers were deployed to key military and governmental locations, while the wider Stormtrooper ranks were left securing and providing aide to the wider population areas of Ruling City. As the former Imperial Capital sat in the middle of the Ren's Oversector, they intended to see it secured and its resources turned to the Ren cause.
Within the Emperor's Citadel, Harnan made his descent into the depths of the massive building from what was considered the "main floor". Though in truth, the entrance had been many miles above the city's highest most buildings. Once Byss was secured, it would provide an unobstructed view of the city below and the industry above that sat in orbit. It would be a perfect backup should Prakith ever come under attack and the Ren were forced to retreat. Or it could serve as a Throne World once more, from which Fiora might reign, should ever the crown pass to her
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Aug 15, 2021 22:06:07 GMT -8
And there they were over Hyde terrain. It was becoming pretty clear why this place got so little airtime advertising the many vacation hotspots and stunning monuments. This stay would not be long. They landed at this neat little place called Starford and Son. Dude was a mechanic, so as he serviced the ship and talked with Gid, Alem and Shakkknew found a dull selling some of that delightful Abyssin cheese they had heard of many a time. In no time at all it became painfully clear why this place never got a lot of airtime on those gaudy vacation commercials; there was little to see, no matter how you sliced it. Well maybe The chese. The two had made the rounds and talked with a few locals. Shakk was set to say something but Alem cut her off -Alem- "Probably environmental. Get it? Mental." Snooping around over pretty fast, they met their sister just as she was paying the mechaic. Reboarding the Hand Maid Tail , after Alem had thrown all the cheese the bought out the hanger, it shut, the engine roster and for They went. And they disappeared into the clouds
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Nem Yin
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Post by Nem Yin on Jul 31, 2022 9:07:33 GMT -8
Skimming over the lush terrain outside the continent spanning ruling city, Nem pushed the dovin basals of his tsik-seru to their absolute limit, as air was sucked through the gill intake valves running along the sides eliciting a screeching whine. The manta-ray shaped atmospheric fighter zipped over the ocean, streaking over the waves as its pilot put the organic ship through its paces, jerking left and right, performing a few spins, then coming in hard and close to the ground, skimming over the surface by barely a few inches. The cognition hood draped over his head and hooked painfully through his flesh, allowed the intendant an unobstructed view of everything around him, allowing him to see as the ship saw. Stroking the neural-circuits on the cockpit panel in front of him, he activated the yaret-kor reflex and primed the lava cannons to fire.Targeting an outcropping of stone, he lined up the shot and pressed the firing reflex, forcefully objecting a ball of flaming rock at the target. It shattered and erupted on impact, the blast sending out a cloud of flame and smoke, while scattering rock and magma across the landscape. He zoomed through the debris cloud and continued forwards, exploring the vast terrain of the planet. Occasionally he checked a navigational chart his contacts among the First Order had provided.Outside the city in the mostly vacant stretch of terrain, he found a deep canyon and aimed the nose of his fighter craft down, slipping below the surface as he performed a few circles between either wall of the great gouge in the terrain. He marked the area on his map, then took his heavy skimmer over the lip of the crevice and kept on coming, kicking up a cloud of dust behind him as he flew what seemed like forever. Eventually he found a peaceful spot and commanded the dovin basals to slow, raising the nose of the fighter as arrest tentacles extended from the bottom and latched onto the ground, reeling the ship in as he landed. The translucent canopy opened and the Executor rose from the atmospheric fighter. In an impressive feat of agility, he leapt from the top of the ship and landed a few yards ahead of it, bending his knees as he touched the ground to absorb most of the impact. As he straightened to his full height, he pulled back the hood of his cloaker and let the natural radiance of the planet's star warm his shorn scalp.His glowing green mqaaq'it scanned the area, zooming in and out, occasionally snapping an image worth analyzing later. Eventually he found a comfortable spot on the ground and lowered himself to the grass, crossing his legs and closing his eyes. Breathing in through his nose and exhaling out his mouth, Nem calmed his body and allowed his mind to sink into the first layer of a meditative state. Relaxed, he triggered the command villip implanted in his brain, using its telepathic form of communication to bridge the vast divide of physical distance between worlds and regions of space. Outwardly his body was frozen in place, the rise and fall of his chest the only sign that he was still alive. Inwardly, he saw a mental image of Alaitoc Yin, another commander ranked member of his domain who had earned some fame as of late for slaying a swamp rancor. The intendant recalled seeing a picture of the beast's tusked skull mounted in the commander's war room. On the other side of the galaxy, Alaitoc would be seeing a representation of the Executor's scarred visage. The two locked eyes for a moment, each bearing dark eye sacs and narrowed brows that bespoke of the cunning of their domain and particular martial upbringing.{{ Alaitoc, it has been far too long. I was pleased to hear the impression you made on the warrior caste bringing down that beast. Barabas hasn't stopped talking about it for weeks. Though I wonder if it will be enough to gain the support of the entire caste. I had thought to propose your escalation to warma... }} The other intendant's voice interrupted Nem's thought before he could finish. {{ No, Yu'shaa. I appreciate your attempt to honour me, but no. In the same way you refuse to take the title of Supreme Overlord, I abjectly refuse the position of Warmaster. We must not cling to these past titles. They have only ever brought our people suffering. }}Even frozen in a coma-like state, Nem's body still forced a crooked infidel grin. Alaitoc, for as much time as he spent amongst the warrior caste, was Domain Yin through and through. None of them trusted anyone in a position of power, nor would they allow their domain to be taken advantage of ever again. The Executor put a lot of demands on his domain, but only because they were more capable of most, in addition to having their priorities in proper check. The refusal of title was as expected. Another test passed.{{ As I expected, commander. }} He paused, then... {{ I require your assistance. }} Now it was Alaitoc's opportunity to display a wry grin. {{ Speak, and I will make it so if I can. }}There had never been a doubt that one would help the other. The fraternal bonds of domain, especially amongst their own, were bound by oaths of blood and loyalty. It would have to be a clear violation of what they believed or of severe detriment to their domain for Alaitoc to refuse. Fortunately for the Yu'shaa he had no intention of doing so.{{ I have discovered a canyon that would be a good place to conceal the matalok at your command. It would make an excellent surprise during the war games. I very much doubt the Imperials would see it coming. Can you make it out here? }} The other intendant considered the request. It would leave the outpost on Shili undefended, what with the Price of Pain on mission in the far reaches of the Expansion Region, but there was little danger to the settlement given that its location was currently only known to the First Order and the Praetorite itself. It certainly seemed worth the risk for a little excitement. And to think, Cyrion said his post was going to be a boring one.{{ So be it. You will have our aid, Yu'shaa. Ur Skell has provided a few casks of sparkbee honey. I look forward to sharing one with you when I see you. }} {{ Until then. }} When the transmission ended, Nem's eyes snapped open, and he let out a hot breath he had been holding in. Rolling backwards onto his back, he kicked his legs forwards and sprung up off his shoulders and back, flipping back to his feet. He flexed a few times to get out all the kinks, then climbed back aboard his tsik-seru, sliding into the cognition throne. As the tall-yor came down over his head, symbiotically joining the two, he activated the dovin basals and rose the atmospheric fighter off the ground. Arrest tentacles retracted itself the hull of the coral ship as it began to float forwards. He triggered the accelerator and the manta ray shaped craft surged forwards, racing back towards the Ruling City with renewed purpose.It might seem like a lot to commit the entire 1st mobile infantry division and a cruiser on top of that, and it probably was, but there were a few competitive embers burning in the Executor's breast that couldn't be extinguished. Game or not, he still wanted to win, or at the very least not to embarrass the Praetorite in the eyes of their allies. Not only did they have the reputation of their entire people to consider, but this would also be an excellent opportunity to show what they were really made of.
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Nem Yin
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Post by Nem Yin on Aug 3, 2022 11:10:28 GMT -8
A furious orange glow illuminated the sky as something large fell from orbit, plummeting towards the great blue ocean of the planet, east of the continent spanning Ruling City. The furious flaming ball smashed into the ocean, dragging anything near on the surface down into the watery depths after it, whilst simultaneously kicking up a massive plume of water and steam that deposited several shockball stadiums worth of water into the atmosphere. Down into the depths it dropped, sinking lower and lower until finally it struck bottom. When the object came to settle upon the ocean floor, the bottom of the pulsing pod sac began to ripple, revealing oozing pustules that secreted harsh acids that ate away at the sea floor, while long fleshly tendrils extending from its underside and began to take root in the bacteria rich muck on the ocean bottom. The star shaped trunk of the seedling expanded and stretched as water was pumped throughout its extremities, promoting growth and further expansion. Like a large ravenous plant, it split near a seam at the top, blossoming in the frigid watery depths. Five folds, each like the petal of some great flower, released carbon molecules extracted by its roots into the water.
The orchid shaped structure was a damutek, a living plant like organism that the Yuuzhan Vong used as buildings. Several of these had been successfully utilized on worlds the Praetorite was currently attempting to colonize, two of which were based underwater as this particular damutek had been.
The Legacy of Anguish barely had the opportunity to catch a glimpse of the damutek's impact in the sea, as they were already of a course north, though Alaitoc still monitored its progress from the display of his tactical villip. He moved his mqaaq'it back to the holographically projected map shortly after, refocussing his attention on the landscape they were floating over.
Nem had not lied, the planet was...nice.
When the scouted canyon came into range, the matalok's dovin basals were really put to the test, lowering the organic cruiser down into the gap in the earth. Long suction tipped arrest tentacles protruded from its side, snaring the gorge walls and the bottom of the trench as it gently lowered itself down onto the hardened surface of rock. There was a small stream at the bottom, though once the cruiser had settled the flow of water was dammed and started to build on the bow side closest to it. Word was sent to the Executor and a meeting was arranged between Alaitoc and Nem to inspect the new damutek. The Commander made certain a cask of sparkbee honey from his personal stores was loaded into his yorik-trema, oath-binding the worker caste seeing the task done that they wouldn't indulge in any sampling of their own. He then headed to his quartes to prepare.
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