Viox Savage
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Post by Viox Savage on Apr 30, 2016 14:19:02 GMT -8
Xakire listened carefully to Savage and processed his words carefully. Xakire though he understood this, he had always preferred brain over brawn and power was something he was after, though he knew there was still much for him to learn. He removed his ancestors old helmet and placed it under his arm. "I believe I understand this, however I know I still have much to learn and much to achieve. Both are things I cannot do on my own," this time when Xakire spoke he did it in a more respectful and less authoritative tone than he normally used. Savage eyed up the younger human before him. Within this man's determined gaze, he saw a spark of something familiar.That spark reminded him of the spark in Amaris' eyes after he had finished piecing her back together. He had broken the young woman, physically and mentally. And as he pieced her back together, he created a masterpiece. She had survived against all odds. She had become his weapon, an extension of his will. She was the epitome of a brutal training regime. She had been his most prized accomplishment. No one before or after her had succeeded as perfectly as she had. Venom had betrayed him, waged war upon his former brothers, then turned tail and ran like the cowardly Starkiller that he was when things began to go bad. Ultimately, he had failed him. Venom's own short comings had brought about his own end. And with his father's arrival upon the crimson world of Rhommamool all those years ago, Venom knew what Xander was capable of, so he fled. And aside from his aid during the fall of his father's empire, he hadn't seen him since. And then there was Cain. Only half as promising as he once was, he turned out to be an excellent pupil. However, his obsession with the Dracus parasite prevented him from becoming the true Sith he could have been. While not outright failing any of the training aspects, Cain failed due to his obsession. And thus, he failed to become even better than Amaris. Both Cain and Venom had held the potential to become even greater than her, and they failed to do so. And then came Shaylina Vao. She was an incredible student. Excelling in both the physical and mental aspects of her training, she too had failed to become the best she could. This was in no small part due to her abuse of narcotics, alcohol and sex. She was neglected as a child and lashed out as a young adult. Thus, it negatively impacted the outcome of who she truly could have been. Sure, she had become a gifted assassin, but aside from that she wasn't going to be anything more then that. A Sith trained assassin. But Xakire appeared different. Perhaps he would succeed where the others had failed? Perhaps he would finally be the one to best his mentor? That would only happen if Savage wanted it to happen, however. None of his apprentices had bore witness to the full extent of his abilities, therefore they were never prepared fully to face him in a battle for supremacy. Such was his way. After all, he craved power. Perhaps more so than his father even. And what good was all the power he could attain, if an apprentice of his was able to kill him? No, Savage had no intentions of training an apprentice to the point of being able to best him in combat.Savage sighed, and turned his gaze away from Xakire for a few moment. His gaze lingered on the main view port that showed nothing but the empty black void of space. Occasionally a small group of fighters would dart across his view, but aside from that, nothing. After a few moments of gazing out into the void, he returned his attentions to Xakire. Savage rose to his feet and strode down two steps, standing on the bottom step."Kneel."That was the only word that escaped his lips. Now it was up to Xakire to comply with his request, though truthfully it wasn't a request. It was an order. And this would prove how well Xakire would listen and obey. Obedience was once of the key pieces to becoming his apprentice. It was one thing to openly challenge the limits of his training, but an entirely different matter to challenge his will directly. Savage's unflinching gaze never shifted from Xakire, as if daring him to question the command.
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Harnan Ren
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Post by Harnan Ren on May 3, 2016 22:40:00 GMT -8
Atlantia turned towards the Sith, as he seemed to address Illaria. It seemed that he was quite oblivious to the fact she was currently in a state of meditation, and would not hear him. Regardless, the question was generic enough that she could answer it, as she looked the Sith over. She never quite understood the Sith's total devotion to the darkness, nor the Jedi's supposed adherance to the light. They were creatures of extreme's, and would never know true power. In truth, Atlantia had inherited a little of Harnan's disdain for the Sith and Jedi. Which was further compouned by her own disdain for them, since the Jedi had seen fit to leave her to her life of slavery. Harnan had been the only one to take notice of her, and save her from her torment Jedi... Sith... We are quite good at killing them both. But as The Supreme Commander mentioned, our brothers are already about to deal with the Jedi. You're more than welcome to try for the scraps, if you're fast enough... She then turned back to Illaria. There was not a whole lot she could do to aide her sister's work, at least not in the current moment. But neither did she want to spare any more time paying the Sith much mind. Instead, she kept watch of Illaria. As it was, she seemed to be pushing herself, and that was with the First Order forces alone. If any reinforcements appeared, as some suspected, then it might become too much. In which situation, she would be perfectly positioned to provide what ever aide her sister might require
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Darth Rebellious
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Post by Darth Rebellious on May 4, 2016 15:48:00 GMT -8
You might want to hurry then. There are already two on the surface and they are moving with the Imperial forces aiming to strike at the Jedi Enclave. If you want to have some kills of your own, you'd best head to the planetside with your own troops, Rebellious. Rebellious' attention turned once again to Nicademus as he addressed him. He knew there was only a matter of time before the Knights of Ren moved on the Jedi Enclave, but he didn't think they would do so so soon. It didn't matter, but the Supreme Commander was correct, if he wanted to partake in the massacring of the Jedi, he would surely have to hurry. He recalled reports from their attack on Deralia, noting that they wiped the Jedi academy out with little to no help other than one another and a bit of subterfuge."Perhaps, you're right. We remember what happened last time the lot of them attacked a Jedi temple. Contact me if you need me."Jedi... Sith... We are quite good at killing them both As the Sith moved to leave the command bridge, he glanced over at the smaller Knight as she replied for the meditating Illaria. He could feel the tiny near-human's disdain for him and his kind, and the words she spoke sounded more like threats and insults than anything. However, he chose to ignore the sentiment behind it and simply reply to the statement."I'll keep that in mind, Little Ren."The Darth said as he continued toward the door, exiting as soon as the doors snapped open. He moved with haste through the corridors with ISB Black Team soon forming up behind him as he continued on toward the nearest lift to the hangar. Once they reached the hangar, the Dark Lord and Black team were joined by a platoon of Shadowtroopers who wasted no time splitting into three groups and boarding a trio of dropships as soon as the Rebellious twirled his index finger in a "round up" motion. As soon as everyone was boarded, the ships took off out into the void of space heading for the planet below.
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Xakire
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Post by Xakire on May 17, 2016 1:51:58 GMT -8
Xakire listened carefully to Savage and processed his words carefully. Xakire though he understood this, he had always preferred brain over brawn and power was something he was after, though he knew there was still much for him to learn. He removed his ancestors old helmet and placed it under his arm. "I believe I understand this, however I know I still have much to learn and much to achieve. Both are things I cannot do on my own," this time when Xakire spoke he did it in a more respectful and less authoritative tone than he normally used. Savage eyed up the younger human before him. Within this man's determined gaze, he saw a spark of something familiar.That spark reminded him of the spark in Amaris' eyes after he had finished piecing her back together. He had broken the young woman, physically and mentally. And as he pieced her back together, he created a masterpiece. She had survived against all odds. She had become his weapon, an extension of his will. She was the epitome of a brutal training regime. She had been his most prized accomplishment. No one before or after her had succeeded as perfectly as she had. Venom had betrayed him, waged war upon his former brothers, then turned tail and ran like the cowardly Starkiller that he was when things began to go bad. Ultimately, he had failed him. Venom's own short comings had brought about his own end. And with his father's arrival upon the crimson world of Rhommamool all those years ago, Venom knew what Xander was capable of, so he fled. And aside from his aid during the fall of his father's empire, he hadn't seen him since. And then there was Cain. Only half as promising as he once was, he turned out to be an excellent pupil. However, his obsession with the Dracus parasite prevented him from becoming the true Sith he could have been. While not outright failing any of the training aspects, Cain failed due to his obsession. And thus, he failed to become even better than Amaris. Both Cain and Venom had held the potential to become even greater than her, and they failed to do so. And then came Shaylina Vao. She was an incredible student. Excelling in both the physical and mental aspects of her training, she too had failed to become the best she could. This was in no small part due to her abuse of narcotics, alcohol and sex. She was neglected as a child and lashed out as a young adult. Thus, it negatively impacted the outcome of who she truly could have been. Sure, she had become a gifted assassin, but aside from that she wasn't going to be anything more then that. A Sith trained assassin. But Xakire appeared different. Perhaps he would succeed where the others had failed? Perhaps he would finally be the one to best his mentor? That would only happen if Savage wanted it to happen, however. None of his apprentices had bore witness to the full extent of his abilities, therefore they were never prepared fully to face him in a battle for supremacy. Such was his way. After all, he craved power. Perhaps more so than his father even. And what good was all the power he could attain, if an apprentice of his was able to kill him? No, Savage had no intentions of training an apprentice to the point of being able to best him in combat.Savage sighed, and turned his gaze away from Xakire for a few moment. His gaze lingered on the main view port that showed nothing but the empty black void of space. Occasionally a small group of fighters would dart across his view, but aside from that, nothing. After a few moments of gazing out into the void, he returned his attentions to Xakire. Savage rose to his feet and strode down two steps, standing on the bottom step."Kneel."That was the only word that escaped his lips. Now it was up to Xakire to comply with his request, though truthfully it wasn't a request. It was an order. And this would prove how well Xakire would listen and obey. Obedience was once of the key pieces to becoming his apprentice. It was one thing to openly challenge the limits of his training, but an entirely different matter to challenge his will directly. Savage's unflinching gaze never shifted from Xakire, as if daring him to question the command.
Xakire starred at the Zabrak Sith standing in front of him. His gaze did not change even when he was told to kneel. Xakire knew is he was to kneel there would be no going back, he would be solidifying his allegiance to Savage. If he complied,the freedom he had as a Sith Admiral within the the First Order would disappear and he would live to serve Savage. Xakire stood there contemplating what he should do. There was little more he could achieve and learn on his own anymore and he had never had a true master and the knowledge and power Savage could teach Xakire could be unlike any he had ever known before. With that thought, Xakire dropped to his knee before Savage, showing his new allegiance to the tattooed Sith. He did not say a word, as he did not know what to say. He didn't know what he was feeling, was he exited? Scared? Both? He knew he was feeling something he just didn't know what, just like he didn't know what Savage had in store from him...
[OOC: I don't know what the asterix's that are in front of my post are, how they got there or how to get rid of them]
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Harnan Ren
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Post by Harnan Ren on May 19, 2016 23:49:52 GMT -8
Atlantia did not even take her gaze from the viewport, as she flipped off the retreating Sith Lord. Her height really was quite annoying, but one day she hoped she could show him that the bigger they were, the further they had to fall. Undoubtedly the Sith was so quickly retreating for fear that she would have her vengeance. With just her and Nicademus on the bridge alone now, save for Illaria deep within her meditation, Atlantia returned to her previous stance The Sith are relics of a bygone era, Supreme Commander, and yet you still use them... It stands to reason someone as nostalgic as yourself would use an ARC-170...
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Post by Synar Blackfyre on May 26, 2016 22:55:52 GMT -8
* A black Eta-2 Interceptor drops out of hyper space near the Planet of Dantooine, the small star fighter streaks towards the darkside of the planet to remain out of the eye of any over watchful folk. The sounds of R8's chirps and beeps awaken the young man in the pilots seat, With a yawn he opens his eyes and looks down at the planet below. Stretching what parts of his body that he could within the confines of the cockpit, he presses a small green button on the console acknowledging R8's steady stream of noise.
The control systems light up as green letters come across the command screen. It had seemed that his information had been correct and that there was indeed an Imperial presence here. Thankfully their fleet was on the other side of the planet. Cracking his knuckles, he knows that it was inevitable that he would become part of the conflict. Hopefully in return the Jedi may be able to give him some answers....
Grabbing the yolk, Synar pushes the throttle forward and the Eta-2 star fighter streaks down towards the planet below*
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Viox Savage
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Post by Viox Savage on May 27, 2016 9:36:49 GMT -8
Xakire starred at the Zabrak Sith standing in front of him. His gaze did not change even when he was told to kneel. Xakire knew is he was to kneel there would be no going back, he would be solidifying his allegiance to Savage. If he complied,the freedom he had as a Sith Admiral within the the First Order would disappear and he would live to serve Savage. Xakire stood there contemplating what he should do. There was little more he could achieve and learn on his own anymore and he had never had a true master and the knowledge and power Savage could teach Xakire could be unlike any he had ever known before. With that thought, Xakire dropped to his knee before Savage, showing his new allegiance to the tattooed Sith. He did not say a word, as he did not know what to say. He didn't know what he was feeling, was he exited? Scared? Both? He knew he was feeling something he just didn't know what, just like he didn't know what Savage had in store from him... A subtle grin crept to his lips. And a genuine grin at that. An incredibly rare occurrence to be sure. Everything was falling into place exactly as he had planned it to. Still standing on the bottom step of the set of three steps that led up to his raised command chair, Savage stepped down from the step and stood before Xakire, arms still folded neatly behind his back, hands clasped firmly together. At this moment, Savage reached down and retrieved the cylindrical doublesaber hilt from his belt. With a slight movement of his thumb, one end of the device ignited. The vibrant orange blade snapped to life with the traditional snap-hiss. Savage then spoke, his voice just loud enough for Xakire to hear over top of the bustling activity on the bridge. "By obeying my command, you have taken your first steps towards furthering your knowledge and power. You have shown that you are capable of following orders and have the ability to lead soldiers. But nothing had prepared you for what I have in store. Let it be known that from this moment forward, you are now my apprentice. And as such, I will impart upon you the knowledge I have gathered throughout my travels..."Savage then moved his saber blade, placing it mere inches above Xakire's right shoulder, then lifting it up over his head and allowing it to come to rest mere inches above his left shoulder, in a mock knighting ceremony. Upon completing this action, Savage extinguished the lit blade and returned the hilt to his belt. His fierce yellow eyes scanned over the human once more. He was contemplating his newly acquired apprentice's Sith name. He was also contemplating on how to test the boy, to truly get a feel for his abilities. He needed to know what Xakire was truly capable of in order to best decide where the training would start. Savage spun on his heel and climbed back up the steps to his command chair. He seated himself and looked upon Xakire."Rise."The words escaped his lips. Despite wanting to test his newly acquired apprentice, they were also in the middle of assaulting the planet of Dantooine. He didn't want to jeopardize the Fleet's standing just to try and see what his apprentice could do. But the malicious side of him didn't care. The holo-pedestal next to his chair was lit up with ship's A.I. It had been watching the entire event unfold. Savage, without removing his gaze from his apprentice, spoke to the A.I."Bring forth my former apprentice. It's time for him to answer for his actions on both Csilla and during our excursion to Rhommamool."The A.I's shimmering avatar simply bowed and dissipated from the pedestal. Savage merely continued to stare at his apprentice, but decided to prepare the boy for what was to happen next. After all, Xakire would need more of a heads up than Cain would."Your first test is about to begin. Prepare yourself for a fight..."Savage trailed off and grinned malevolently. He enjoyed watching his apprentices, both past and present, fight each other. It served to show him just how well his pupils learned their lessons and if he needed to change his teaching styles to accommodate how each apprentice learned. Having just been pledged into his service, Xakire was about to get a rude awakening. This wasn't going to be a controlled duel. It was going to be a knock down, drag out fight to the finish. Not necessarily to the death, but if Xakire was left standing, he was the victor and could continue down the path as his apprentice. If Cain emerged victorious, then Cain will have redeemed himself and he could continue to be Savage's longest standing apprentice to date. Savage sat back and waited for Cain to arrive.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on May 30, 2016 19:45:17 GMT -8
Atlantia did not even take her gaze from the viewport, as she flipped off the retreating Sith Lord. Her height really was quite annoying, but one day she hoped she could show him that the bigger they were, the further they had to fall. Undoubtedly the Sith was so quickly retreating for fear that she would have her vengeance. With just her and Nicademus on the bridge alone now, save for Illaria deep within her meditation, Atlantia returned to her previous stanceThe Sith are relics of a bygone era, Supreme Commander, and yet you still use them... It stands to reason someone as nostalgic as yourself would use an ARC-170... Nicademus turns his gaze slightly to Atlantia Ren, finding her comment lacking in amusement. His eyes turned back to the command ship of Viox Savage, who had taken control of the rearguard of the invading Imperial fleet. He raises his gloved hand, pointing at a couple of warships that composed of the present armada. He would find amusement in giving the Ren a rebuttal for her comment.A number of these ships could be considered relics... yet they still have their usefulness, Atlantia Ren. Just as the Sith and Imperial Knights are useful to the First Order. You can say what you wish, but remember that I only allow the capable to be of high rank. And so far, Lord Rebellious has proven himself more than useful.
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Illaria Ren
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Post by Illaria Ren on May 31, 2016 23:51:09 GMT -8
Perhaps the Knights of Ren had shown off a bit while conducting business on Deralia during the first leg of their campaign. It was their chance to demonstrate that they could stand the test of time and take on the forces of disorder and chaos just as any Dark Sider, better even than the Sith. Then again, Illaria had been coming down from quite the high during that mission after vowing to prove their worth to the Supreme Commander. However, it had not left much room for alliances between the Knights of Ren and any of the Sith-affiliated agents that the First Order employed, for the Lady Ren knew they held no love for her order.
Though to hear Rebellious finally acknowledge their skill as Jedi Killers, it made her heart swell with pride even though it was a comment that went unacknowledged in the depths of her meditation, she was still vaguely aware of what was taking place around her. To her, this almost sounded like an invitation being extended her way. It was as if Rebellious were offering an olive branch; for their groups did not seem to get off on the right foot at the commencement of the Unknown Regions campaign on Niruan. A pity that Illaria would have to refuse then, they would have certainly made a beautiful mess of the enclave beyond the havoc she had already wrought.
The heartbeat was not startling the first time she heard it. In fact, she did not even bat an eyelash and merely went about her tasks. This was mostly because she believed it to be her own.
It was not until she sunk down into the extent of this battle meditation currently, that she became aware and 100% certain of the condition that affected her. Meditation had a definite way of bringing on these realizations, whether they come in the form of visions or thoughts dredged up from the depths of one’s mind, they seemingly appear without any preamble. It was no different for Illaria today on the bridge of the Subjugator, like every session of meditation she had partaken in before – it had a way of drawing attention to all the little noises that accompanied every living being. She suddenly became hyper-aware of the way her breathing resonated through the air in front of her and the noises of the First Order techs’ nervous breathing as Nicademus stalked up and down the command bridge – the way they twitched in their chairs and how their reports seemed to be delivered bereft the calmness she knew to be characteristic of the man himself. Drawing her focus within and blocking all that bombarded her senses without, there is something off about the thud-thud she is hearing and it bothers her to the point that she is unable to pass it off as the normal sound of her own heart echoing through the silence of the tempest she has constructed to surround herself just now. Something about it makes her terribly aware then that it is not her heart to which she has been listening.
It is not her heartbeat that she has heard in her dreams over the past few weeks. The way that it echoed through her mind gave rise to the thought that it might be the beginning of some kind of prophetic dreams. Still, she dismisses it as unimportant; it was no cause for concern. She just allowed them to happen, without pushing for more. The thought excited her, for she had not ever experienced such dreams before. Most of what she saw beyond the grasp of this realm came to her in waking visions and while they were similar to these dreams, something about them differed just enough to cause them to strike terror into her very being. These dreams were strangely pleasant, lacking the ominous overtones, and promising something far greater.
So perhaps when these dreams stopped, when the heartbeat faded back into the silence, it was a mistake for her to devote the time chasing it during her meditations. It was a mistake right now to allow some shard of her attention to hope to hear it resonating within the Force again. But she could not stop in her pursuit, so determined was she to find the shatterpoint within her to spark these visions. Concentrating harder still, it is not until she blindly nudges some small pool of Force power deep within, insulated and protected like a cocoon woven of durasteel, that she begins to hear it once more. The excitement is undeniable and causes her heartbeat to rise to the point where she can feel it pounding in her chest. The one she feels within the Force mirrors her excitement, but there is something that still feels off about it. Something about it is questionable. The answer to which she gets the sense that she knows, but is unable to recall no matter what she does. It is tantalizingly held out of reach and the doubt does not seem to fade.
Louder and louder it grows until her meditations feel interrupted by the overwhelming magnitude of this noise coming from within – she could stretch her awareness far across the stars it seemed, but she could not manage to block out her own bodily noises right now. As a result, the connection she held constant with Sahiir’s mind degrades, though it is unlikely that the woman notices – the damage had already been done. Illaria is now certain that the thudding in her ears is as loud as she can possibly bear without being driven insane and it takes all she has to not allow her distress to show in a meaningful, interpretable way. Yes, she leans over, her once straight posture hunching in front of the viewport as she closes her eyes and brings a hand up to rub the tightness from her neck, but that is all that remains perceptible. As her hand rests upon her neck, the Lady Ren realizes what has felt so off all these weeks as she finally feels the pulsating of her own heartbeat beneath her fingers. She pauses, devoting her concentration to this one puzzle – she cannot afford to be wrong when it comes to something as important as this. Beneath the warmth of her fingers, she can feel the blood rushing past with each stroke of her heart, each pulse of the ventricles. With her eyes closed, she listens. And she learns. The heartbeat pulsating beneath her touch and the heartbeat resonating within the Force – they are different.
The realization is a welcome one, though for once, she is uncertain what the future holds. She takes a steadying breath to not allow the panic to set in, for it is not often she finds herself unknowing and in the dark like this. It is then when that echo in the Force multiplies, that she decides to just accept it, come what may. However, she is certain of the rightness of these events, just as she knows the power of the Force, comforted by the fact that it flows through everything in this universe, binding it together forevermore. The truth of this matter rests within the pit of her stomach – when she finally knows for certain that it is no longer only herself that needs this body to survive.
Illaria quickly tries to push these thoughts away, to hide them within the confines of her mind. She does either not wish to directly or indirectly alert the Master to her excitement regarding this sudden development. Though, it is much to her dismay that she realizes the Master no doubt already knows. She hopes beyond all hope that she is able to hide it, but a part of her knows that no such thing is possible. However, it is a comfort to the Lady Ren to tell herself that the Master’s silence on the matter is to let it develop. There is a chance for this to make everything right, a chance for the Master and the other Knights of Ren to overlook her recklessness and careless behaviour. If only her offspring would inherit her powers and devotion to the Knights, but she is not quite certain that this is the life she wants for them. Thinking back on all that she has gone through as a Knight, she knows it is not something she can allow. There is a chance that these children will ruin everything, and a chance that she will ruin everything for them.
It is then that Illaria chooses to open her eyes, precisely when the Supreme Commander is glancing over in her direction. For a moment, there is a dangerous look in her sapphire eyes as she stood there calmly before him, her gaze fixed on his face as though she were trying to make sense of something she had yet to voice. For the briefest of moments, her mouth tightens into a frown. However, it is not her usual frown, which is stiffer somehow and harsher in its appearance. It is usually a rigid expression that is half-married to disgust and having a steamy affair with irritation – rather adept at communicating her displeasure at a certain turn of events. Instead, this frown is softer in nature, concerned somehow. And before it can be analyzed, it disappears, replaced instead by a careful neutrality. A few moments later, a ripple of astonishment rolled through the Force, though it would likely not be perceptible to Nicademus, he would perhaps feel the invasion of her mind into his. As gentle as she could manage, like a tingling within his thoughts, she did not hide her presence – instead, purposely making herself known in the confines of his mind. It was not a standard intrusion, the likes of which she usually employed with others to rifle through their thoughts, causing everything to replay before the victim’s eyes with an agonizing slowness. No, this was much more calculated than that. The Supreme Commander had been projecting his thoughts rather loudly to her and this was her way of conveying a response.
Hurried hands grasped at the articles of clothing adorning bodies heated by desire, driven by passion. Hungry mouths devoured wide swaths of skin, applying just the right amount of pain to add to the pleasure slowly stoked to life. Raising an eyebrow in challenge to Nicademus, she pushed her own thoughts further still into his mind as her lips curled at the prospect that he would grant her anything she desired. Her meditation had already been disrupted, so she saw no harm in completing the thoughts he was all but yelling at her. It should have been expected; for she was the sort that when given an inch, would attempt to take a mile. It is then that she allows the Supreme Commander to see the inner machinations of her imaginings brought to the forefront as a result of his own filthy thoughts. At the end of it all, Illaria was left standing in the midst of their bedroom garbed in nothing but the officer’s greatcoat that now adorned his body. She saw Nicademus ripping the coat open, passively watching the buttons scatter across the floor along with his inhibitions. If she craved something, he would be the one to give it to her – after all, this was supposed to be him conveying his thanks to her. It is then that she turns from Nicademus with a small mischievous grin adorning her lips, leaving this unfinished impression in his mind for him to wrestle.
The Shapeshifter’s gaze then falls upon Atlantia Ren and the amusement reflecting in her eyes only seems to compound. It is clear that Illaria has withdrawn herself from her battle meditations as she regards the other Knight with a thinly veiled curiosity. She had been barely aware of her exchange with Rebellious, only becoming cognizant of the moment when she took note of Atlantia’s rather rude gesture toward the Director of the ISB. Her subsequent chuckle would no doubt alert the other woman to her resurfacing consciousness and ability to once more interact with her current surroundings. There was no need for her to further stretch her awareness out across Dantooine to influence the Rebel Commander, Sahiir – her will had been made clear and now Illaria only needed to recover from such an endeavor.
“I can feel the questions still burning in your mind, sister. Though, I promise you that the answers are not as scandalous as you have been led to believe…” Illaria looks pointedly at Atlantia before redirecting her gaze to look out amongst the stars, though it was unclear as to whether her mind had started drifting once more. The tone she takes with the young Knight of Ren is welcoming and warm, amused even. She looks as though she is about to continue, then bites her lower lip, thinking better of it as a small smile crosses her lips. Oh, stars, how Nicademus would hate it were she to confess to Atlantia on the command bridge right here that she had snuck away from the Resurgence only because she enjoyed sleeping with the Supreme Commander and needed a quickie before this battle began, much to Harnan’s chagrin. Even though this was not the case, it would prove to be amusing nonetheless if the words were to leave her mouth. It was like killing two birds with one stone – she could annoy both Harnan and Nicademus at the same time, which was admittedly rather tempting. So tempting that she almost could not pass it up. Almost.
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999thlegion
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Post by 999thlegion on Jun 6, 2016 8:51:26 GMT -8
The alarms on the bridge of the Honor go off and the crew scrambles to find out what is wrong and check the scanners showing many hyperspace jumps coming into the Dantooine system. The captain of the 999th legion's fleet looks over the surrounding space in a sense of shock and partial interest. His top crew member approaches him. "Notify the ground forces and tell the commanders were going dark for a while until we can identify our new guests and get a basic understanding on what is occurring"."Yes Sir would you like if we contacted them directly at this time."The captain thinks about his options and the potential dangers of having a detectable transmission to the surface that could easily be tapped into."No officer, that would not be necessary. Just get the men searching for any information on these new visitors."The Captain sits back into his chair on the bridge and questions what is entirely going on lately with Dantooine.
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Xakire
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Post by Xakire on Jun 8, 2016 2:41:37 GMT -8
Xakire starred at the Zabrak Sith standing in front of him. His gaze did not change even when he was told to kneel. Xakire knew is he was to kneel there would be no going back, he would be solidifying his allegiance to Savage. If he complied,the freedom he had as a Sith Admiral within the the First Order would disappear and he would live to serve Savage. Xakire stood there contemplating what he should do. There was little more he could achieve and learn on his own anymore and he had never had a true master and the knowledge and power Savage could teach Xakire could be unlike any he had ever known before. With that thought, Xakire dropped to his knee before Savage, showing his new allegiance to the tattooed Sith. He did not say a word, as he did not know what to say. He didn't know what he was feeling, was he exited? Scared? Both? He knew he was feeling something he just didn't know what, just like he didn't know what Savage had in store from him... A subtle grin crept to his lips. And a genuine grin at that. An incredibly rare occurrence to be sure. Everything was falling into place exactly as he had planned it to. Still standing on the bottom step of the set of three steps that led up to his raised command chair, Savage stepped down from the step and stood before Xakire, arms still folded neatly behind his back, hands clasped firmly together. At this moment, Savage reached down and retrieved the cylindrical doublesaber hilt from his belt. With a slight movement of his thumb, one end of the device ignited. The vibrant orange blade snapped to life with the traditional snap-hiss. Savage then spoke, his voice just loud enough for Xakire to hear over top of the bustling activity on the bridge. "By obeying my command, you have taken your first steps towards furthering your knowledge and power. You have shown that you are capable of following orders and have the ability to lead soldiers. But nothing had prepared you for what I have in store. Let it be known that from this moment forward, you are now my apprentice. And as such, I will impart upon you the knowledge I have gathered throughout my travels..."Savage then moved his saber blade, placing it mere inches above Xakire's right shoulder, then lifting it up over his head and allowing it to come to rest mere inches above his left shoulder, in a mock knighting ceremony. Upon completing this action, Savage extinguished the lit blade and returned the hilt to his belt. His fierce yellow eyes scanned over the human once more. He was contemplating his newly acquired apprentice's Sith name. He was also contemplating on how to test the boy, to truly get a feel for his abilities. He needed to know what Xakire was truly capable of in order to best decide where the training would start. Savage spun on his heel and climbed back up the steps to his command chair. He seated himself and looked upon Xakire."Rise."The words escaped his lips. Despite wanting to test his newly acquired apprentice, they were also in the middle of assaulting the planet of Dantooine. He didn't want to jeopardize the Fleet's standing just to try and see what his apprentice could do. But the malicious side of him didn't care. The holo-pedestal next to his chair was lit up with ship's A.I. It had been watching the entire event unfold. Savage, without removing his gaze from his apprentice, spoke to the A.I."Bring forth my former apprentice. It's time for him to answer for his actions on both Csilla and during our excursion to Rhommamool."The A.I's shimmering avatar simply bowed and dissipated from the pedestal. Savage merely continued to stare at his apprentice, but decided to prepare the boy for what was to happen next. After all, Xakire would need more of a heads up than Cain would."Your first test is about to begin. Prepare yourself for a fight..."Savage trailed off and grinned malevolently. He enjoyed watching his apprentices, both past and present, fight each other. It served to show him just how well his pupils learned their lessons and if he needed to change his teaching styles to accommodate how each apprentice learned. Having just been pledged into his service, Xakire was about to get a rude awakening. This wasn't going to be a controlled duel. It was going to be a knock down, drag out fight to the finish. Not necessarily to the death, but if Xakire was left standing, he was the victor and could continue down the path as his apprentice. If Cain emerged victorious, then Cain will have redeemed himself and he could continue to be Savage's longest standing apprentice to date. Savage sat back and waited for Cain to arrive. Xakire nearly jumped when Savage ignited his lightsaber. He listened in a state of fear as Savage called for his aprentice, or ratther formerapprentice. Xakire knew that Cain Dracus had more experience at combat then Xakire did and he also knew this wouln't be a safe fight, he could be killed. He stood there for a moment fearing what might come next but he was determined to win this duel. Xakire put on his helmet and channeled his fear reciting the Sith Code in his head, Peace is a lie, there is only passion. Through passion, I gain strength. Through strength, I gain power. Through power victory. Through victory, my chains are broken. The Force shall free me.
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Cain Dracus
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Post by Cain Dracus on Jun 21, 2016 23:06:48 GMT -8
Cain was woken by the incessant humming of the A.I on the pedestal outside of his cell.
Oh how he loathed the A.I. But there was nothing he could do about it at the present time. Being stuck inside the prison cell with a neural disruptor around his neck had made him irritable. And powerless. His former master, Viox Savage, had imprisoned him after he had retrieved him from the surface of the Chiss world. And he was none too pleased with him. Cain knew he was in serious trouble. He had endured countless hours of brutal physical and mental training at the hands of his former master. He had crossed lines and disobeyed orders in the past, but nothing had ever landed him in a prison cell.
Cain lifted his head slightly and turned to peer at the A.I's hologram through the visor on his helmet. His raspy breathing slow and even. He finally spoke to the A.I.
Cain Dracus:"Silence yourself and leave, or explain why it is you seem so keen on annoying me."
The A.I's image went silent. It then spoke to him. As it did so, the neural disruptor deactivated and clattered to the floor nosily. The shackles holding him to the wall also fell from his wrists and ankles. As the A.I spoke, Cain rose to his feet, rubbing his wrists.
"Lord Savage requires your presence on the bridge. Report to him immediately."
And with that, the A.I's avatar disappeared from view. The cell door slid open as a dispensing tray slid out of the wall seamlessly. The tray contained Cain's lightsabers. He plucked the saber hilts from the tray and returned them to his belt. He then stepped out of his cell and strode towards the lift that would take him up to the bridge.
Whatever diabolical scheme his former master had planned for him, he had no choice but to play his twisted game right now. After the serious beating Viox had given him on the frozen Chiss world, he was not in a hurry to receive another.
The lift slowed to a halt and the doors parted. Cain strode out onto the bridge of the ship. His former master was seated in his command chair as per usual. And there was an armored being standing at the foot of the raised platform. Cain extended his perceptions outwards, gently brushing up against the being. He was human and he was bristling with the Dark Side. And then it struck him as to why he was brought here...his former master had arranged a duel. He suspected that the terms were simple. if he won, he would remain at his former master's side. If he lost, then this human would take his place. Cain snarled at the human. The raspy metallic snarl sounded from his helmet speakers.
Cain Dracus:"What is the meaning of this!?! You keep me caged like an animal for weeks, then suddenly release me and give me my weapons back. What twisted game do you wish to use me in this time?"
Cain asked the question, not to find the answers Viox had for him, for he likely already knew them, but to buy himself some time to think.
He had been brutally beaten by Viox on Csilla's surface, then caged in a cell for several weeks. While he was certainly rested enough to fight, he wasn't prepared. He needed to prepare himself and size up his opponent, otherwise this wasn't going to end well for him. And knew that Viox was aware of this...
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Post by Harnan Ren on Jun 25, 2016 21:01:19 GMT -8
You can upgrade the guns of an old Star Destroyer, Supreme Commander. But you cannot mend the ways of an ancient ideology. They are useful as pawns, certainly. But at some point, you must sacrifice them for a better piece... Atlantia then turned her attention to Illaria, as her sister came forth from her meditation. Despite how dire she could imagine the repercussions would be if Illaria was indeed here of her own accord, Atlantia couldn't help but smile. Of all their family, Illaria was the only other Knight of Ren she had bonded with. They were able to be comfortable around one another. It was a refreshing change to how she always felt around Harnan That entirely depends upon what you think I have been lead to believe, sweet sister... Though, with your sexy ass strutting around here, I doubt it isn't anything as scandalous as I think it is... Surely you can't tell me the reason wasn't to admire the Supreme Commanders ass, amongst other things...
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Post by Viox Savage on Jun 26, 2016 16:02:35 GMT -8
Cain was woken by the incessant humming of the A.I on the pedestal outside of his cell.Oh how he loathed the A.I. But there was nothing he could do about it at the present time. Being stuck inside the prison cell with a neural disruptor around his neck had made him irritable. And powerless. His former master, Viox Savage, had imprisoned him after he had retrieved him from the surface of the Chiss world. And he was none too pleased with him. Cain knew he was in serious trouble. He had endured countless hours of brutal physical and mental training at the hands of his former master. He had crossed lines and disobeyed orders in the past, but nothing had ever landed him in a prison cell.Cain lifted his head slightly and turned to peer at the A.I's hologram through the visor on his helmet. His raspy breathing slow and even. He finally spoke to the A.I.Cain Dracus:"Silence yourself and leave, or explain why it is you seem so keen on annoying me." The A.I's image went silent. It then spoke to him. As it did so, the neural disruptor deactivated and clattered to the floor nosily. The shackles holding him to the wall also fell from his wrists and ankles. As the A.I spoke, Cain rose to his feet, rubbing his wrists."Lord Savage requires your presence on the bridge. Report to him immediately."And with that, the A.I's avatar disappeared from view. The cell door slid open as a dispensing tray slid out of the wall seamlessly. The tray contained Cain's lightsabers. He plucked the saber hilts from the tray and returned them to his belt. He then stepped out of his cell and strode towards the lift that would take him up to the bridge.Whatever diabolical scheme his former master had planned for him, he had no choice but to play his twisted game right now. After the serious beating Viox had given him on the frozen Chiss world, he was not in a hurry to receive another.The lift slowed to a halt and the doors parted. Cain strode out onto the bridge of the ship. His former master was seated in his command chair as per usual. And there was an armored being standing at the foot of the raised platform. Cain extended his perceptions outwards, gently brushing up against the being. He was human and he was bristling with the Dark Side. And then it struck him as to why he was brought here...his former master had arranged a duel. He suspected that the terms were simple. if he won, he would remain at his former master's side. If he lost, then this human would take his place. Cain snarled at the human. The raspy metallic snarl sounded from his helmet speakers.Cain Dracus:"What is the meaning of this!?! You keep me caged like an animal for weeks, then suddenly release me and give me my weapons back. What twisted game do you wish to use me in this time?" Cain asked the question, not to find the answers Viox had for him, for he likely already knew them, but to buy himself some time to think.He had been brutally beaten by Viox on Csilla's surface, then caged in a cell for several weeks. While he was certainly rested enough to fight, he wasn't prepared. He needed to prepare himself and size up his opponent, otherwise this wasn't going to end well for him. And knew that Viox was aware of this... Savage observed Cain as he made his way onto the bridge, noticed the young man before him, and snarled loudly. Viox smiled wickedly."You have been imprisoned due to your lack of control of the Dracus. The events on Csilla's surface are a testament to that. Now you shall face off against my newly acquired apprentice to pay penance for your crimes. The terms are simple. You fight Xakire. If he wins, you will be reassigned to other duties within the First Order, if you survive. If you win, you will be granted the opportunity to once more stand beside me as my apprentice. I do not care how you achieve either goal." Savage leaned back in his seat, eyes locked on the figure of his former apprentice as if daring him to truly question the reasoning behind this sudden strategy. Cain knew he was no match for him. But he didn't know of Xakire's prowess, therefore it was possible for him to win. Savage continued to merely observe, hoping Cain would step up to the challenge.
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Post by Cain Dracus on Jun 26, 2016 20:02:28 GMT -8
Cain merely stared at his former master for a few moments, dumbstruck.
His master had replaced him and now wanted his new apprentice to duel him. Winner remains as Viox's apprentice, loser either dies or gets reassigned within the First Order.
From beneath his helmet, Cain glared at his former master, anger seethed through him.
He had never felt to betrayed before. Despite his short comings, Cain had always believed he was to be Viox's apprentice until such a time where he would eventually take over his former master's role as the master by killing him. It was a long held tradition. It was the way of the Sith. And instead of fulfilling his duties as an apprentice of the Sith, he was cast aside and made to fight his replacement. Talk about adding insult to injury.
Cain then reached down with his right clawed hand and plucked his lightsaber hilt from his belt. He activated the blade. It sprang to life with the usual snap-hiss. The blade's appearance was always one of deception. The red blade wavered and appeared as though it was about to fail. In reality, the blade's appearance was due to the fact that Cain utilized an uncompressed Red Lightsaber crystal. It was designed to inspire false hope or pride within his opponents. Holding the hilt in a reverse grip to that the blade was pointed out behind his back, Cain tensed up and spoke one final thing to his former master.
Cain Dracus:"So be it."
Cain then refocused his attentions to the armored human standing before him. He was going to let the human make his first move. That would give Cain a quick read on how his opponent fought.
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Post by Thrakk Valinor on Jul 8, 2016 13:48:37 GMT -8
* A black Baudo class star yacht exits hyperspace into a high orbit over Dantooine.
Thrakk opens his eyes as he feels the ship emerge into real space, standing up from his seated meditation position; he exits his personal quarters and heads to the bridge. After a few moments, Thrakk stands at the main view port of his vessel and looks out at the First Orders fleet before him. The pieces had all been gathered and where placed where they needed to be, as he looks out at the many ships before him an Imperial Navy petty officer comes up behind him and stops just short of standing next to Thrakk. *
" My Lord, we have received the Latest battle reports from the command staff over looking the occupation of Dantooine. At this time it seems we have total control of the space surrounding the planet and our blockade is holding its position according to plan. Though there does seem to be somewhat of a halt in the ground forces progress in subduing the rebel opposition. The Knights of Ren have almost completed the taking of the Jedi Enclave but are still meeting small pockets of resistance but they should be back on schedule in no time. As for the main rebel stronghold located at Garang, our forces are ready to attack but are currently being held up by a energy shield encompassing the entirety of the spaceport. "
* Thrakk nods and dismisses the Petty officer. This campaign should have been won and over with by now but it seems a more direct approach would be needed. Motioning to the communications officer Thrakk then speaks.*
"Notify First Order command staff of our arrival, I want those in charge of the ground assault ready a waiting for my arrival planet side. Also, send a message to Commander Sanguine...I want the Infernum Militis here in full strength and battle ready as soon as possible. They shall join in me taking the field personally"
*The communication officer nods and sends out a message to First Order Command Staff*
:: This is the Errant Fire personal starship of Imperial Hand Thrakk Valinor, we shall be making our way to the surface of Dantooine to assist in the progression of the attack. Acting under the orders of Supreme Commander Nicademus ::
* The ships thrusters glow brightly as the Errant Fire rockets down towards Dantooine's surface*
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Post by Xakire on Jul 17, 2016 2:09:55 GMT -8
Cain merely stared at his former master for a few moments, dumbstruck.His master had replaced him and now wanted his new apprentice to duel him. Winner remains as Viox's apprentice, loser either dies or gets reassigned within the First Order.From beneath his helmet, Cain glared at his former master, anger seethed through him.He had never felt to betrayed before. Despite his short comings, Cain had always believed he was to be Viox's apprentice until such a time where he would eventually take over his former master's role as the master by killing him. It was a long held tradition. It was the way of the Sith. And instead of fulfilling his duties as an apprentice of the Sith, he was cast aside and made to fight his replacement. Talk about adding insult to injury.Cain then reached down with his right clawed hand and plucked his lightsaber hilt from his belt. He activated the blade. It sprang to life with the usual snap-hiss. The blade's appearance was always one of deception. The red blade wavered and appeared as though it was about to fail. In reality, the blade's appearance was due to the fact that Cain utilized an uncompressed Red Lightsaber crystal. It was designed to inspire false hope or pride within his opponents. Holding the hilt in a reverse grip to that the blade was pointed out behind his back, Cain tensed up and spoke one final thing to his former master.Cain Dracus:"So be it." Cain then refocused his attentions to the armored human standing before him. He was going to let the human make his first move. That would give Cain a quick read on how his opponent fought. Xakire glared at Cain, scanning him for weaknesses, but at this point, he could see no clear weakness showing. Cain would be like no other foe Xakire had fought. He readied himself for the fight, mentally and physically, using his fear and hate for the man in front of him to strengthen his resolve and connection to the Dark Side.
Sudenly Xakire gathered the force to allow him to leap across the bridge towards Cain, using the Force to summon his twin Lightsabers to his hands. Putting all his weight and strength into his attack, Xakire attempted to strike at Cain's head with his right-hand sabre, gripping it tightly in a reverse grip. At the same time, he used his left sabre to hit Cain's legs. If this worked the way Xakire intended, Cain would block one strike but be hit by the other but Xakire suspected Cain would not be defeated so easily.
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Post by Cain Dracus on Jul 20, 2016 16:10:36 GMT -8
Cain observed his opponent. He knew better than to underestimate anyone, especially those his former master had chosen for him to duel. Cain forced himself to relax and inhaled and exhaled slowly, allowing his focus to remain strong and his body to be relaxed as possible, given the present circumstances.
If there was one thing he had learned from Viox, it was never jump headlong into battle without being prepared, physically, and mentally. And Cain knew it he stood a chance at defeating his new opponent, he needed to be clear and ready for anything. With Viox still being pissed at him, the unexpected had to become the expected, regardless of how insane the notion might be when it came to Viox and his ways.
As Cain let the Force ebb and flow through him, he felt Xakire's movements seconds before his eyes would perceive them. The Force alerted him to danger the second Xakire summoned the will to leap across the bridge towards him. Cain was surprised, but luckily his helmet hid his surprise.
Summoning the will to leap that far from a stand still was impressive. His opponent was certainly strong, and worthy of Viox's attentions, at least for the time being. Cain intended to remedy that problem soon, however. Seeing and recognizing Xakire's opening attack, Cain knew his options of counter attack and evade were limited. Noticing how Xakire moved, Cain noticed he seemed to be placing an extra emphasis on his opening move, hoping to end it sooner than either of them expected. And that would be his flaw.
As Xakire soared towards him, still airborne, Cain gathered the Force around him, tucked in as low as he could and took off towards Xakire's airborne figure as fast as his legs, aided by the Force, would take him. Seeing the left saber dipping lower as he moved, Cain undid the clasp on his tattered cloak and flung it upwards as he dove to the deck plating, narrowly avoiding Xakire's left saber. Metal claws and armor plating from his Stalker Armor scraping the deck, causing a flurry of sparks and an awful screeching noise.
With placing all of his weight and strength in this move, he would be unable to react fast enough, or at least Cain hoped. The tattered cloak would serve as a minor distraction, the ragged fabric flapping in his sight for a few moments would serve as enough of a distraction to allow Cain to slip away unnoticed. If Cain's evasive maneuver would succeed, he would spring back up to his feet just far enough behind Xakire to be out of his immediate reach.
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Post by Xakire on Jul 27, 2016 3:43:57 GMT -8
Cain's cloak distracted Xakire for a split second, just as it was intended. The terrible screech of sparks caused Xakire to wince in discomfort before quickly regaining his composure. Realising how vulnerable he was with his opponent behind him, Xakire spun around discharged a short burst of Force lightning with his left hand. Hoping this would distract Cain, Xakire threw his right-hand lightsaber using the force to guide it towards Cain.
Xakire knew the odds were against him if this duel dragged out so was determined to end it quickly with his aggressive and offensive style of fighting.
As the sabre left his hand Xakire charged towards Cain not quite sure if his sabre throw had hit its target Xakire used the force to catch his sabre again before unleashing flurry of his lightsabers as he began slashing and stabbing at Cain with both his sabres hoping the speed of his continues attacks would eventually overwhelm his opponent.
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Post by Thrakk Valinor on Aug 10, 2016 16:45:37 GMT -8
* The Infernums Fury comes out of hyper space and enters into the high orbit of Dantooine. The Resurgent class Star Destroyer joins the First Order fleet and preps its drop pods and Tie/Shuttles. The Drop pods await Thrakks signal and all 8 shuttles depart towards the surface with 100 members of the Infernum Millitis on each shuttle. *
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