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Post by Whill Shaman Xixo on Apr 5, 2013 15:19:29 GMT -8
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Darth Sobrius
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Post by Darth Sobrius on Jan 31, 2015 16:41:35 GMT -8
*Sobrius' Nune-class shuttle reappeared in Clak'dor's orbit after his enriching endeavor upon Dagobah. The ship drifted closer to the seventh moon, Sobrius' thoughts on what next. First, he needed to reach surface, meditate upon the dark side, and decide where he should begin spreading its influence. He remained quiet and pensive as the ship descended into the planet's atmosphere...*
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Tanara Ajahn
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Post by Tanara Ajahn on May 19, 2017 7:36:24 GMT -8
Five Years Ago..
Empty space surrounded the planets of the Clak'dor system. It had been some time since anything of consequence happened here. Indeed, some that lived in the system hoped that they would continue to be ignored by the rest of the galaxy, if only so that they could rebuild their civilization without interference. It would be those that were disappointed by the events that followed. The quiet and somber peace that hovered over the system since the New Order of the Eye had abandoned this place, was finally broken by the arrival of four ardent-class frigates out of hyperspace. They did not make any sort of approach to any of the nearby planets however. The ships had simply stopped where they dropped out of hyperspace. It was quite apparent that they had just escaped a harrowing fight. Armoured plates were missing, there were internal fires and alarms blaring. However, of the rest of the fleet, these frigates were the luckiest.
Following shortly after the ardent-class frigates, were three Victory II-class star destroyers. They had taken a beating trying to cover the retreat of the frigates. Nearly half the armour plating had been destroyed, opening a handful of compartments to the vacuum of space. Thankfully, the commanders of those star destroyers had acted quickly and had evacuated and sealed those compartments to protect the rest of the ship.
Next out of hyperspace, was a Nebula-class star destroyer. When the ship had been built, it had been given a double layer of armour plating, allowing it to take twice the punishment of any other ship. That entire secondary layer of plating, and nearly a third of the primary layer had been burned away. Due to the extra layer of protection, most of the internal systems had not taking damage, allowing them to have the easiest recovery besides the ardent-class frigates.
Finally, the flagship of the fleet dropped out of hyperspace, the large Mitus-class Destroyer. It had taken the most damage, as it had been covering the retreat of the entire fleet and was by far the biggest threat. It was a miracle that the ship even made it safely through hyperspace, considering there was almost nothing left of the ship. Entire decks of the ship had been lost, the superior build and design being the main reason it was still in one piece. Even so, the destroyer was beyond saving. The crew had done everything they could to keep the ship from disintegrating, but it was merely a delay tactic to buy them time to make it to the escape pods. Eventually, they would salvage what was left, but that would take time as they still had to repair the rest of the fleet.
The Mitus-class destroyer launched hundreds of escape pods towards the fleet, though it would take days for them all to be collected, weeks for the survivors to be reassigned, and months to repair the fleet. The assault they had narrowly escaped had been a massacre. A massive unknown fleet, nearly four times the size of the defending fleets, had dropped out of hyperspace and immediately opened fire upon the defenders. Caught completely unprepared, they had taken significant damage within the first opening salvo alone. The fact that they had escaped at all was testamount to the dedication, training and determination of the fleet. They had attempted to hold off the attackers long enough to begin evacuation of the forest moon, but were unable to withstand the unrelenting assault, forcing them to make a hasty, nearly completely blind hyperspace jump.
From the bridges of the four capital ships, orders were being given in an attempt to curb the rising chaos that the assault had wrought, and restore order...
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Viox Savage
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Post by Viox Savage on Mar 3, 2019 17:24:12 GMT -8
Emerging from hyperspace, the Sith'ari's personal fleet arrived above the planet. Standing on the bridge, the Zabrak Sith'ari glared at the planet below."Dispatch ships to secure the station and prepare to head planet-side. Open communications with the planet and hail Sobrius..."As his orders were carried out, a channel was opened to the planet below, hailing Darth Sobrius specifically...
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Viox Savage
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Post by Viox Savage on Mar 4, 2019 8:38:24 GMT -8
As two Derriphans peeled off from the main group, Savage turned to Bennette."Move our Gage Transports into the atmosphere. Begin landing our troops and ready my shuttle. I am heading down to speak with Sobrius personally..."As Bennette carried out his orders, the Sith'ari strode to the lift and proceeded to take it down to the hangar bay. Once there, he was joined by his Praetorian Shadowtroopers, the elite guards of the Sith'ari. Silently falling into step around him, they boarded an Imperial Assault Shuttle. Once on board, the shuttle lifted off the deck and exited the hangar, heading to the surface as the fleet's six Gage-Class Transports pushed into the planet's atmosphere...
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Dragus
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Post by Dragus on Jan 25, 2024 18:25:30 GMT -8
Continued from here.A gaping hole in the dimensional barrier was ripped wide open as a massive star dreadnought emerged from the swirling blue banded corridors of hyperspace, spewing out into the system just shy of the naturally formed gravity well of Clak'dor VII. So violent was the path it forged through time and space that as it tore its way free of the hyper-lane, the ship was wreathed in blistering flame and crackling forks of ions, bleeding radioactive particulate exhaust from its sputtering engines. Explosions rippled across its surface as tibanna stores fed to gun blisters covering its carbon scored black hull ignited, blowing off armoured plates and filling the cold void with cindered debris. Civilian ships caught in its flight path were smashed aside as the edge shaped prow plowed into orbit, knocking an orbital platform out of its high anchor, causing it to list into the atmosphere as its maneuvering jets failed it. Groans creaked and echoed within the interior corridors of the Sidious as it came to a halt just shy of that same pull, its automatic systems firing thrusters to reverse its course, hovering just beyond the deadly pull of the planet's gravity.On the bridge, time seemed to resume, rapidly speeding up as ratghoul floating in the air suddenly found themselves plummeting to the deck. The Famine Lord, draped in a mutant rodent poncho, landed in a crouch as his toe talons sank into the grating durasteel floor. He held his shrieking crimson lightsaber blade diagonally across his body in a two handed grip, the very air around it distorted with sound waves resonating off the caterwauling length of coherent plasma, fueled by an unstable dragite crystal housed in its silvered hilt. The red blade cast a bloody pall across the barabel's abysmal black scales, giving a sinister glint to the amethyst gem set in his left skull socket. His fangs were bared, a primal growl rising from his throat, causing blood bubbles to burst on his bleeding lips.Most of the ratghoul were down, pulped against control consoles or slaughter by the duo of familial Sith, which included the Dark Apothecary's horn head zabrak nephew Craxious. All that remained in opposition it seemed was the culprit behind this whole sordid ordeal, the mastermind mouse that had infected the Nullus Beacon with plague and caused so much destruction. Squeakers, a Nekghoul equivalent of a ratghoul, quivered in fear at the centre of the bridge, still seated in the Sidious' obsidian command throne. The glowing red head of the Gorgon's Eye shook in the rodent's grip, his gnarled paws holding it out protectively.Absolutely furious, the repulsive reptile lord raised his lightsaber over his head in a Shi-Cho horse stance, preparing to strike the rodent from the face of existence. Yet on the verge of doing so, as the mouse before him squealed in terror, the saurian Sith hesitated. Slowly, he lowered his blade, removing a thumb from the activation stud on the hilt. The crimson lance disappeared back into the blade's emitter, which Dragus held down at his side, the puffing of his chest slowing as he regained his composure. "No." He hissed, placing a claw on the ratghoul master's shoulder as he looked past the command seat to the view-port, which beheld the bluish green orb of Clak'dor VII directly ahead. "I decide your fate, and your ssservice will not end in death." He leaned in until he was snout to snout with the squirming rodent, tasting Squeaker's diseased breath on his forked tongue. "You've causssed quite a bit of trouble for me, Squeakerz. Now it'z time to make amendz. You have an army, after all." His lips twisted upwards into a heinous chainsaw smirk. "And here liez a world ripe for the plucking. Let'z put your pessstilence to good ussse, my newessst Vermin Lord. Oh, and I believe that'z mine." He snatched the ornate saber cane from the ratghoul's grip, resting it beneath his right palm like a walking stick.
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Darth Craxious
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Post by Darth Craxious on Feb 27, 2024 16:07:05 GMT -8
"So, that's it, uncle? It ends like this?"
Craxious was leaning against a wall, his arm tense as he tried to stand firm. The hyperspace had been a turbulent experience, somehow worsened by everything that had happened to that point.
"We could have been vaporized"
The younger Sith grunts, while rubbing his temples. A horn was broken and missing and he looked battered.
"Where in Mustafari twin hells are we now?"
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Dragus
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Post by Dragus on Feb 29, 2024 5:48:56 GMT -8
"Nonsssense, my boy." Exclaimed the dread lizard, giving his saber-cane a tap on the filthy deck. He-Who-Hungers removed a claw from the pommel of his walking stick and scraped the bottom of his scaly chin with a long crooked talon, as he often did when in reflection and retrospection. "I'm almossst certain we'd have been sssmashed to a pulp before we'd find ourselvez vaporized." He spun towards the main view-port, his tail blade whipping around recklessly and eliciting sparks whenever its razors edge made contact with the floor. Scaly cheeks creaked like leather as he grinned, exposing his front row of fangs which gleamed in the light refracting off the planet. A wet gurgle rattled in his throat, as hot viscus vitae bubbled in his esophagus, trickling from his bleeding gums. That gurgle transformed into a growl, low and rumbling like a tanks treads grinding over gravel, before erupting from his toothy maw as he raised both arms wide out to his sides with his palms turned upwards. "But the Eye protectz itz mossst devout follower, and It providez az well. Behold, my dearessst Craxiouz, the former home of your Uncle Ballz Bralor. Thiz iz Clak'dor VII." He twisted his neck, snout turned towards his nephew, while his villainous visage was locked in a sneer. "You never forget your firssst genocide, and thiz waz the ssscene of mine."Well, not quite 'His' genocide exactly, but close enough for the Famine Lord to count it as his own. It had been one of the five replica droids created in Dragus' own image that had committed the heinous act, infecting the domed city of Nozho with rakghoul plague. As one might imagine, the planet's former governor under the NOE, Ballz Bralor, hadn't taken too kindly to that. The end result, the city had been nuked and its infected citizens incinerated to contain the spread of the disease. It was almost whimsical that the Famine Lord would find himself here of all places, at the helm of a plague ship containing a variation of the same disease that had plagued this world so many years ago.Cartilage cracked and sinew snapped as the reprehensible reptilian turned back towards the zabrak Sith, stalking to his side in order to wrap his right arm around Craxious' back, then gestured with his left claw as he regaled his compion with a tale of times past. "You Uncle Ballz and I usssed to run a weaponz resssearch company on the planet, an organization called Shi'Tok Industriez, which waz on the cutting edge of technology at the time. Thiz waz long before you were even a horned tadpole in your father'z thorny ssscrote sssack. We produced a great many weaponz of masss dessstruction and ssslaughter. We planned to murder the starz together." He hissed longingly, his serpentine tone heavy with melancholy. "Ah, to be young. It waz a paradissse of ideaz, with ingeniouz advancementz that would warm even Darth Astera'z cold disssposition. Your Uncle Ballz had created for himssself a fertile garden of posssibility, but foolishly, he allowed into it a ssserpent." The Blood Wyrm shrugged his gore stained shoulders, sticky with ichor from his weeping ratghoul poncho. "Az I sssaid, we were young, and I waz eager to sssink my envenomed fangz into anyone that presssented their palm in kindnesss. Paradissse waz lossst and the city of Nozho dessstroyed in a ball of nuclear fire." Folding the other talons of his left claw, Dragus pointed his index digit at the planet on the view-screen."In time, the city waz rebuilt and repopulated, itz memory a fading ssscar forgotten by hissstory." The scaled lid over the saurian Sith's red right eye widened, strained in an expression of zealous madness. "That we have been brought back here, it iz a sssign...from the Eye." The meltmassif sphere pommel of the Gorgon's Eye radiated a sinister scarlet light from its ruby red core, casting a bloody pall across the black scaled barabel's fever stricken face. "It wantz me finish what I ssstarted ssso many yearz ago, to reclaim lossst Nozho for the Order, to make a great sssacrifice of itz people." He looked around them, staring up and down at the damaged bridge, still spitting sparks and smoke in place. The Sidious had seen better days, but it had got them here, which mattered more than its current operational status. Releasing Craxious, the lisping lizard leapt forwards in a gleeful display of surprisingly agility, despite his rotund belly and aching old bones. He spun in a circle, coming a full 360 degrees before sinking his toe talons into the deck, arresting the turning terrorsaur's body in place. "And thiz warship will ssserve az the vesssel of itz annihilation."Mustering the magical currents that bind the galaxy together, the Great Devourer summoned the malevolent fey into his bones and blood, using his hate to harness the power of the darkside. Hoarfrost formed on the windows and across screens on the bridge as Dragus' miasma aura stole the warmth from the air as surely as it caused the deck lighting to flicker overhead. Though part of that could be damage from its current infestation. Blue forks of lightning danced between his talon tips, singing the scales of his palm, causing his claws to weep a sulphurous black smoke that reeked heavily of brimstone. His jaws spread apart until their was a skull sized gap between the tip of his lower and upper fangs, which dripped long ropes of steaming salivation that sizzled as it pooled on the deck by his meat hook tipped toes. He reared up as he approached the mutated cloaked ranat, formerly known as Squeakers, now a fearful freak stuck to his seat by bowels voided in terror of the Hungering One. Focusing his powerful mind through the palantÃr like top of the cane, serving somewhat as a psychic transmitter of sorts, he joined his insidious mind to the ratghoul thought collective, feeling each and every one of the mutants aboard the ship. Able to enhance telepathy, the Gorgon's Eye had allowed Squeakers to dominate the will of his fellow mutant kin. In the Dark Apothecary's claws, it gave him control of a feral army.<< Children of Decay, hear me and obey. I am Famine, the Feassster of Worldz and Devourer of Starz. >> His words vibrated across the psychic skein, delivered telepathically and broadcast through the hive-mind connection of the mutant vermin-tide. << The change that afflictz your flesh, think of it not az a curssse, but a blesssing from the Eye. You have entered the next great ssstage of ranat evolution. Disssease haz become your ssstrength and reassson for being, to ssspread your sicknesss to the starz, to infect the galaxy with the Eye'z holy plague. I name you Clan Pessstilblight... >> Blazing with amethyst witch-fire, the deranged draconian focused his rakatan ocular device on Squeakers, sharing the rodent wizard's image across the ratghoul mental collective. << ...and raissse your ranat ruler az the new Vermin Lord, Ssskrolk Dungclaw. Now, prepare thy-selvez, plague monkz of Clan Pessstilblight. Hurry-ssscurry into the essscape pods, every lassst one of you, sssqueeze in az tight az you can. Thiz night, Nozho will fall, and the kingdom of Dragglevania will rissse in itz place! Go, obey or be devoured! >>Dragus struck his saber-cane down hard on the deck as he psychically seared his instructions into the rodents brains. Across the ship, the ratghoul swarm began to assemble, pouring in an endless stream of mutant flesh into every available escape pod across the battlecruiser.
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Travis Slane
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Post by Travis Slane on Apr 5, 2024 16:31:45 GMT -8
*A lone ship ascended from the planet's surface to meet the Super Star Destroyer though it was barely a spec compared to the size of the massive warship the Baudo-Class Star Yacht would be familiar to the ship's computers as well as it's Sith passengers. Upon recognizing the ship when it arrived in the system Darth Orvos had decided to use it's arrival to advance his plans for Clak'dor considerably. As the planetary government and insignificant defense force began to panic the Dark Lord had assured them that he could handle the threat alone and left immediately for his his ship, hoping that he could put on a show that would indebt the government of the planet to him even more than he'd already arranged over his time on the planet, using low powered communications so that there was no chance of the planetary net picking up the conversation the sith surgeon opened up a channel to the Sidious.* ::This is Darth Orvos, I would appreciate it if you'd explain your presence in the Clak'dor system.:: *A voice in the back of his mind tutted slightly at his polite greeting.* <<Oh yes, that'll really send them shaking in their boots, well done.>> *Ignoring the obnoxious voice that only he could hear he continued* ::I have business in the system I would prefer not to be interfered with, though your presense in the system does open up certain... opportunities::
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Dragus
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Post by Dragus on Apr 6, 2024 6:15:17 GMT -8
It was only after the last mutant rodent had scurried from the bridge that the Dread Wyrm heard the crackle of static as the speaker attached to the console where the communications officer would typically sit, played out loud due to the attached headset being yanked out when the ratghoul originally infested the bridge, repeating the transmission from the small star yacht off the port bow. The black scaled barabel listened with a claw cupped to his ear hole, his right brow rising as his interest became peeked when Darth Orvus announced himself. Orvos, orvus, Or...Vos? That name had a ring to it. Now where did he recall it from? Oh yes, of course, the good doktor. He recalled they were acquainted from a few scientific forums hosted by the Sith Eternal's Director of Advanced Technology, the frigid Lady of Winter and Dragus' cherished Winter Rose, Darth Astera. There was also that one time on Kessel where they had teamed up to track down a skin stealing terentatek...though his memory remained mostly fuzzy on the details of that particular adventure. Point being, he knew the Sith surgeon to be a capable young Sith with a healthy dose of ambition and no shortage of scientific curiosity. But whatever could have brought such a stand up Sith to these irradiated shores? Orvos had a reputation for exceptional taste, as was evident in his choice of interplanetary ride. The Boudo-class were the ewoks of space yachts, all the comforts one could desire in a tight furry package.It was truly baffling, for the Famine Lord was much aware that the planet below was infested with the most hideous species in the galaxy, a race so vile they were said to be the creators of the ear torturing jizz so frequently played in shady cantinas. The Bith. Some instinct in the lecherous leach lord despised the species with a fervent passion, stoking the embers of his ire and awakening in him a frightful ferocity, causing the multifaceted gem set in his left eye to crackle with arcane discharges of amethyst light. They were absolutely wretched. So again he must ask himself, whatever could Darth Orvos be doing here? Unless...! Of course! He felt a bit silly actually, it was obvious Orvos was here for the same reason he was. No doubt the young physician on the rise was looking to make a name for himself by conquering and subjugating the disgusting inhabitants of Clak'dor VII. Well this was a bit embarrassing. In barges Dragus with the faction's flagship, a veteran Sith whose famed exploits of darkside debauchery were well documented, serving as a shining example of Sithery which had very likely inspired a prepubescent Orvos to take up Sithing from an early age. If the Dark Apothecary was in the good doktor's place, he would have viewed the saurian Sith's presence as a sign the Council of Seven didn't trust him to conquer Clak'dor on his own. This was a disaster of misinterpretation just waiting to happen. He knew he must quickly remedy the situation. Approaching the comms console, the despicable draconian pressed the tip of his index talon down on a glowing green button, activating the microphone attached to the hardware in front of him.:: Orvossssssss! :: Hissed Dragus into the mic with exaggerated glee. :: What an absssolute delight to run into you out here in thiz neck of the neighbourhood. Businesss you sssay? I know what that meanz. Sssay no more. Siss, Siss, Siss! :: The lisping lizard lord giggled like a twi'lek schoolgirl from Dragwarts Sith Academy. :: Ah, to be young again. I envy you my boy. Not to fear. Our presssence here shan't prevent you from putting on an impresssive disssplay of Sssith Lordednesss to asssist with the future Sssithly ssswooning of your nursssing ssstaff. No, darling, my dearessst nephew Craxiouz and I are only here to engage in a bit of religiouz practice. I can't imagine we'll be much of a bother. ::A chirping alarm sounded as the Sidious' escape pods began to fire into the void, each packed full of mutant rakghoul with a healthy appetite for sentient flesh, streaking past the star yacht like a volley of proton torpedoes as they raced towards the surface of the planet.:: Do mind thossse essscape podz, Herr Doktor. Craxxy and I will be hosssting a few friendz for sssupper in the city of Nozho. Sssurely that will not interfere with your businesss planz, hmmm? If ssso, I'm afraid I mussst insssist. I would be remisss in my obssservance az an Adventissst of the Eye if I failed to properly commemorate thiz Feast Day with a bit of ssspectacle. You'll barely notice uz, I'm sssure. ::
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