Lord Nexus
The Vegemite Enclave
Posts: 174
Affiliation: Chaos
Traffic Light: Blue
|
Post by Lord Nexus on May 6, 2013 12:47:12 GMT -8
Hey guys, I am looking to get back into the swing of things. I don't want to join factions or empires or any of that stuff- I just want to find some quality RP and RPers to associate myself and my SLs with. Let me know if any of you are interested.
|
|
Lord Nexus
The Vegemite Enclave
Posts: 174
Affiliation: Chaos
Traffic Light: Blue
|
Post by Lord Nexus on May 6, 2013 12:35:36 GMT -8
The prey was trapped and the crowd knew it. As Cassel found his exit barred, the crowd burst into loud cheers and laughter. This was a blood thirsty crowd, and while they enjoyed parlor tricks, it was death that they had come to see.
Across from the arena, hidden in the shadows of one of the other portals to the arena, was a man who sat on the ground, allowing the force to ebb through him- lust, fear, rage and hate, these emotions were strong on the grounds where so many had died, and the man reveled in it. While in meditation, he was one with the environment, all but invisible to force users, however when the crowd roared, the man opened his eyes and broke meditation.
That was when Cassel could feel him. A dark presence, ancient and powerful, unlike many who now claimed to hold the title of sith. Nexus' force signature flooded the surrounding area with the chaos of the dark side, but it soon subsided, focusing around the man who now rose to his feet out of sight, though not out of mind.
There were a few anxiety filled moments in the arena before the dark figure left the shadows, stepping out into the sun and sand of the Petranaki Arena. He was a tall, intimidating sight, though not nearly as intimidating physically as his previous incarnation, to feel the mind of the man in black could fill a person with as much fear as a brute's physique, if not more.
He wore no shirt, which revealed a pale, well toned upper body lined with tattoos. The man wore a pair of black slacks, accompanied by strange black metal gauntlets and matching boots which held a malicious glow, hinting that they were more than simple durasteel armor pieces. The majority of his face was hidden by a pale mempo, which covered from his chin to the bridge of his nose, leaving only his eyes and hair as defining features. Carved from bone, the mempo did not bare any decorative marks, save for the occasional contours; it hid the expression of the dark lord. Cassel could, however, note the man's striking, ice blue eyes, and crow black hair which stretched below his shoulders without bounds, this was the face of a handsome man, yet the eyes were those of a predator. The man in front of Cassel was none other than the Dark Lord known as Nexus, however in the holos Nexus was a brute of a man, with the striking features of an Arkanian hybrid, where as here he was lean and resembled an average human male, save for the eyes, which still carried the fierce nature of the beast which wore this man's skin.
As the Dark Lord entered the arena, the crowd grew even louder, roaring and chanting at the top of their lungs; the appearance of the Dark Lord of Chaos was a harbinger to what they had come for- blood and death. As Nexus drew closer, Cassel could see his weapons- two lightsabers at his side, both hilts longer than normal, though one was long enough to suggest that it was a double-bladed weapon. Along with these hilts, Rutil could now see the handle and pommel of an ornate weapon on his back, if the man knew of Nexus, then he would recognize the weapon; Reaver, the ancient, massive sith sword that belonged to the brute.
Nexus unsheathed his weapon as he walked. He reached up, pulling the sword free of its binds which hung on his back, before pulling it over his shoulder and to his front. While the weapon was massive, Nexus handled it as though it weighed no more than a long sword. He let the tip touch the ground, drawing a line in the sand which trailed after him until he came to a stop, five meters from his opponent. When he stopped, he brought the blade forward, still allowing the tip to tough the ground. He looked at the young jedi, drinking in his features with those predatory eyes. After a moment of silence, Nexus spoke in a booming voice, which cut through his mask as though it was never there.
"I asked them to bring me a jedi, and all they brought me was a child..."
He fell silent, watching Cassel, waiting for his rebuttal.
|
|
Lord Nexus
The Vegemite Enclave
Posts: 174
Affiliation: Chaos
Traffic Light: Blue
|
Post by Lord Nexus on May 6, 2013 6:49:54 GMT -8
Though soft sand muffled the sound of his movement, the force notified Rutil of the approaching dark presence. As it came closer the air grew cooler- a normally unnatural phenomena, made that much more perverse when held in contrast to Tattooine's heat. The cold was a twisted one- one that slipped past cloth as though it was never there.
Then Rutil saw him; a tall figure that stepped out past a wall of rusting debris. This man was not one that was familiar to the jedi's eyes, nor the eyes of most of the galaxy, though his name was a familiar one. He wore no shirt, which revealed a well toned upper body, lined with tattoos; a body which was pale even after exposure to the intense twin suns of Tattooine. The man wore a pair of black slacks, strange black metal gauntlets and matching boots which held a malicious glow, hinting that they were more than simple durasteel armor pieces. The majority of his face was hidden by a pale mempo, which covered from his chin to the bridge of his nose, leaving only his eyes and hair as defining features. Carved from bone, the mempo did not bare any decorative marks, save for the occasional contours; it hid the expression of the dark lord. Rutil could, however, note the man's striking, ice blue eyes, and crow black hair which stretched below his shoulders without bounds, this was the face of a handsome man, yet the eyes were those of a predator. The man in front of Rutil was none other than the Dark Lord known as Nexus, however in the holos Nexus was a brute of a man, with the striking features of an Arkanian hybrid, where as here he was lean and resembled an average human male, save for the eyes, which still carried the fierce nature of the beast which wore this man's skin.
The man walked towards Rutil, close enough for the jedi to note his weapons- two saber hilts at his side, both longer than normal, though one was long enough to suggest that it was a double-bladed weapon. Along with these hilts, Rutil could now see the hilt of an ornate weapon on his back, if the man knew of Nexus, then he would recognize the weapon; Reaver, the ancient, massive sith sword that belonged to the brute.
When he was ten meters from Rutil, the man came to a halt, watching the jedi in silence, before reaching over his shoulder, unsheathing the titanic weapon that stretched down his back. The blade was as wide as a man's hand, and as tall as a short man- a claymore of considerable size. Rather than holding the weapon in an attacking stance, Nexus stabbed it into the sand, planting it in the ground, deep, at his side. Then, continuing with one fluid motion, he reached for the longest hilt that hung on his right hip. Clasping it, he pulled it off with his armored left hand; he did not ignite the weapon, but instead looked at the jedi then spoke out- voice unhindered by the mask that covered his mouth. His voice was deep and smooth, failing to match the man who spoke with it. It was the voice of the dark lord.
"Jedi...I believe you and I both know how this encounter will end."
And with those words, the Dark Lord fell silent, allowing the ambient sounds of Tattooine dominate the setting, though his thumb slid towards the pressure panel on his lightsaber.
|
|
Lord Nexus
The Vegemite Enclave
Posts: 174
Affiliation: Chaos
Traffic Light: Blue
|
Post by Lord Nexus on May 4, 2013 11:19:03 GMT -8
I am up for it, any preferred rules?
|
|
Lord Nexus
The Vegemite Enclave
Posts: 174
Affiliation: Chaos
Traffic Light: Blue
|
Post by Lord Nexus on May 4, 2013 11:08:45 GMT -8
Alright, I have apps for three fights.
Fight 1 Who: Darth Nexus vs Ishmael Where: Snowy Plateau in Arkania Rules: Standard GBA Equipment: Melee weapons, no armor
Fight 1 Who: Darth Nexus vs Cassel Where: Geonosis Arena Rules: Standard GBA Equipment: Standard Equipment
Fight 1 Who: Darth Nexus vs Runtil Where: Junkyard on Tattooine Rules: Standard GBA Equipment: Standard Equipment
|
|
Lord Nexus
The Vegemite Enclave
Posts: 174
Affiliation: Chaos
Traffic Light: Blue
|
Post by Lord Nexus on May 4, 2013 10:45:19 GMT -8
Open challenge, who wants to fight Nex, Normal GBA rules.
|
|
Lord Nexus
The Vegemite Enclave
Posts: 174
Affiliation: Chaos
Traffic Light: Blue
|
Post by Lord Nexus on May 4, 2013 10:25:32 GMT -8
In the beginning, there was only darkness. Everything was dark, and the Darkness was everything. There was no world, no heaven, no hell; just the calming abyss. Was this what death truly was? No afterlife? No punishment or reward? Just darkness. There was something oddly comforting about it, yet at the same time, there was a frightening element of it. Before now, he always assumed that he would not be aware of the aftermath of death, yet here he was, floating in the darkness.
He...that was all he knew of himself. He was once a man, though his name and story remained illusive. None of that mattered now, as he floated in the abyss- this was a land of apathy, and for some reason apathy was comforting. At least it was much more comforting than the land that soon followed. Floating was gone- now he was falling. The abyss remained, yet now it was not a peaceful abyss. As he fell, the sensation of his body returned to him. Arms, legs, a head, eyes that could not see; ears that could not hear; a mouth that could not scream. What cruel god made such an afterlife? Falling? It was one of the worst sensations- his stomach was in his throat, and the weightlessness of his body was unsettling. He didn't know how long he fell for- all he knew was that eventually he hit the ground. While he did not die from the impact, that did not mean that he went without suffering. Intense pain racked his body, causing him to double over- that was when the vomit came, in tides of endless bile. He was eventually on his knees, breathing ragged breathes, wanting nothing more than for the pain to end. While it did not end, it did subside to the point where he could stand and observe the place where he had landed. Much of it was dark, yet he could make out the shape of stalactites- this, combined with the heavy damp air and the resonating echo of water drops told him that he was in a cave for some sort. Looking around, he could see no light. He began to walk- trying to find a path out of the abyss. He walked for what felt like hours, but to no avail. It was not until he stopped to rest that he heard the most blood curling scream in his life. The scream was long and high- filled with agony and strife. It came from directly behind him. He turned to see nothing but darkness, but then he heard the scream again. He felt compelled to help the voice, as its screaming grew louder, yet an instinctive voice echoed in his mind. Run. And so he ran, further into the cave; the voice never fell silent, but followed him. He ran over a puddle, which splashed over his knee. The liquid was cold, yet thick, suggesting that it was not water.
It was dark, but not so dark that he couldn't see the filth he was wading in. Blood, there was blood everywhere. It dripped from stalactites, creating small pools on the floor, that grew to create a small ocean. He was ankle deep in the blood, trudging through it, trying to leave this dark place. He breathed heavily out of his mouth, ragged from running; the echoes of his pants reminded him of his weakness. Perhaps he would be better off breathing through his nose, yet the smell of rust and decay had made him sick to his stomach.
What was this place? Would it ever end?
The sound of splashing blood did not help sooth him, as he tried to pick up his pace. He needed to find the end, or else he would die here. The blood was raising, and now climbed up to his knees. The darkness seemed to get more powerful. He was going the wrong way, or so he thought, but he could not turn around. Behind him, the sound of the dead and dying were shrill, causing the frozen hand of fear to grasp his spine, sending tendrils of cold into his very soul. He was deep in the darkness now, no longer able to see; all he could do was run.
Something grabbed his foot, causing him to stumble forward. He managed to catch himself before plunging into the now waist high water. He straightened himself, and attempted to start anew, but his leg would not budge. It was now that he could feel a grip around his ankle. It was not the grip of a root or a stone, nor the dent of a hole. This grip had five digits, all locked around his ankle with iron determination. He tried to tug, forcing the horror of the situation out of his mind, lest it would overwhelm him. The hand did not move, locking him to his place like a manacle made of flesh and bone. The blood was getting deeper, now at level with his chest.
Things were moving beneath the crimson tide, brushing past him in the depths, occasionally prodding with curiosity. Some latched on his arm, but he could shake them off, unlike the ones that gripped his ankles. His breathing intensified as the panic truly set in. He was going to die here.
"You will not die in this place, my child..."
The voice came from the darkness ahead- deep, yet soothing; some degree of light came to the room, allowing Michael to see the true depth of the cavern he was in. It went on endlessly in each direction, twisting and turning in the shadows with no end in sight. The stalactites on the ceiling stretched towards the ocean of blood- some so long that it actually touched the dark crimson liquid. The blood itself was calm around him- it was as though the voice had dispelled those which lurked beneath. And then he saw him, the man who spoke before- at least, he thought it was a man. A shadow, dark and distorted, yet distinctly humanoid, hovered atop the water. His eye glowed an unnaturally bright blue, like the glaciers of hoth. Even in its dark form, there was something comforting about those eyes, something human.
"Wh-who are you..." Michael uttered, barely able to utter the words through the clattering of his teeth; the room seemed so much colder.
"I am the one that will free you from your nightmares. I am the one that will break the binds which hold you down...I am your salvation." The shadow moved closer as he spoke- the closer it got, the less distorted it became. He was a tall man of impressive physique; the shadows that surrounded his body faded into tattoos which climbed up every inch of the man's skin, yet the eyes remained the same. His hair was silver, and his skin was pale. The darkness had all but dispersed from his torso, yet it clung to his lower body like an ancient robe of black.
"What is this place?" Michael tried to move his ankles, wondering if the hands that held him had fled as well- they had not, and he was still immobile. "We are inside of my sanctuary- the Hall of Eclipse, I call it. It is my home when I leave the mortal bonds of the universe. Few have seen it. You should consider yourself honored." The voice was soothing, yet it caused goose bumps to crawl up Michael's skin. There was something unnatural about it. Michael let a nervous chuckle leave his lips. "Seems nice and cozy...who are you?" "I go by many names...Mortalus, Maleficus, Vindictus, Sanctus, Chaos, Malakaii- you probably know me by the name of Nexus..." "Nexus...the Dark Lord?" Suddenly fear locked his body in a chilled paralysis. Darth Nexus, the Dark Lord of Chaos, was a feared war lord who ravaged the galaxy for many years on end- yet he died, many months before, through mysterious circumstances. Michael looked at the Dark Lord, wondering why he did not appear as frightening as the holovids had made him. Nexus gave him a light nod, confirming his question, but said nothing more, which prompted Michael to ask the question that had been on his mind since the beginning.
"Why am I here?" "Because I have chosen you, to do a task of great responsibility. This task will not go unrewarded of course- with great risk comes great reward. Your reward will be power beyond your wildest dreams... all you have to do is one little thing." "And what is that?"
"Free me...I grow tired of this realm- I wish to be in the galaxy once more...to feel the heat of battle, and the lust of women...I wish to return."
That made Michael take pause. Freedom for power- it was like a twisted pandora's Box. A gamble that balanced prosperity and ruin. He was not afraid to gamble, yet there was something that rubbed him the wrong way about this gamble. Even if it was a dream, there was something awfully lucid about it. He looked at Nexus, noting his blue eyes, which seemed human before. though now they seemed cold, calculating, and predatory. He could say no, he should say no, yet suddenly he feared the consequences.
"I don't think I can help you...I don't even know the way out of this place..."
"Oh, but you do...leaving here is but a simple thing for you. It is when you return to your world that the true work shall begin..."
Michael found himself proposed with a forbidden fruit- infinite power in exchange for one little deed. Release evil in the world, but act as its ally, and thus be immune to its effect. He had to choose, safety or power. Michael was a man of opportunity, and it did not take long for him to make his decision.
"Alright, what do I have to do to get out of here?"
"Close your eyes"
Michael did so with great reluctance, yet when he closes his eyes he felt a warm sensation that was not there before- it ebbed from his core, permeating through his body, before disappearing with a great jarring shock. His eyes snapped open again.
The darkness was gone- replaced with dim light and grey transparisteel walls. The liquid that he was wading in was gone and he was now lying on the floor, surrounded by people, who looked down at him with some degree of concern. One of the people, a large Trandosian reached down, gripping him firmly before pulling him to his feet. He tilted his head and spoke in that eerie serpentine tone.
"Are you okay bossssss..."
Boss? That's what he was. It all made sense. He looked around, slowly recognizing the room where he found himself. They were on level 1313, the gutter of the Galactic City, in a one of his warehouses. The Black Market- he remembered now. He ran one of the largest independent Black Markets in the galaxy. It seemed like the cave was a bad dream- he probably had too much spice the night before. It was some crazy dream- or so he thought until he looked at the pedestal that was in front of him, and the helmet that sat atop it.
"You touched the helmet, then fell unconscious- we were considering taking you to a hospital..."
The soft voice of his assistant, Jasmine, did little to comfort him. He felt...different...He looked into those black holes of the mask and remembered the chilling blue eyes of the man that once wore it. He had come into acquisition of Nexus' mask by a great stroke of fortune- he had friends on Contruum who brokered a great bargain. The helmet was damned near priceless, and yet he managed to get it for 13 million credits- a paltry some for such a great treasure. It was a treasure that was so great that Michael left the mask with his private collection, which was not for sale, however after that experience he was reconsidering. He felt a light scratching at the back of his head, but did his best to ignore it.
"Allow no one near the mask until I figure out what is to be done with it..."
"Sir, I think you need to see the medic"
"No...I am...fine. Come, I have a meeting with one of the Black Suns in three hours and I need to prepare..."
He and his entourage walked towards the exit, though Michael couldn't help but glance back at the mask, remembering the words of the supposedly dead Dark Lord.
"It is when you return to your world that your true work shall begin..."
Had he sold his soul to the devil? He tried to push the though from his mind as he entered the turbolift and climbed to the top of the Galactic City.
|
|
Lord Nexus
The Vegemite Enclave
Posts: 174
Affiliation: Chaos
Traffic Light: Blue
|
Post by Lord Nexus on May 4, 2013 10:05:55 GMT -8
Glad to see that the site is back up. Nexus was starting to become a part of the real world since I couldn't let him live his life on the boards. I look forward to shenanigans once more!
|
|