Xeonon Solomon
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Jul 30, 2013 8:52:25 GMT -8
As the Darth spoke Xeonon couldnt help but laugh. Just as Reb could feel the darkside around him so to could Xeonon. Despite being trained to the point where falling to the darkside is nigh impossible it was still happening to Xeonon. Slowly. Maybe by design or by chance the one who was outside flying on the winged beast had left him his ring. A ring that now rested on Xeonons right hand. A ring that drew out the deepest and darkest desires and twisted them, bringing them out to the forefront on his being. Talon is a good Jedi, and a great Imperial Knight but he is new. Me? I have been doing this before my balls had dropped and I have the scars and trophies to show it.
So the Dun Moch did not work as he had intended, no it did nothing to Xeonon but make him angry. It was one thing to say that you would not lose and blah blah blah. It was another to bring in one of his Knights. As his anger grew he let it surround him. So long as he used to powers he was delving into for good it would not matter. If you think you can defeat me as easily you did him why dont you come and prove it? Or do you know it is futile? Exitus of Mustafar thought he could best me but not even he could. He could still remember vividly as he crushed the skull and brain in his hand. The resounding pop as it just burst open and the juices going everywhere.
In case it wasnt obvious Xeonon raised both hands above his head and put the blade between both. The silver lightsaber in line with his spine he stood there in the opening stance of the fifth form. The combat form, usually used in the offensive he wanted to take it easy. Let Reb take the first strike. So as he waited he took a look around the room, noting every nook and cranny.
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Post by Darth Rebellious on Aug 13, 2013 17:32:51 GMT -8
Darth Rebellious smirked and briefly chuckled at the Imperial's mention of the late Lord Exitus. He had known the Sith, in fact fought beside him on more than one occasion. However, The Dark Lord did not consider the dead man a superior or even a rival.
"I hope you don't consider killing Exitus an accomplishment. He was only partially Sith. He never fully gave himself over to our teachings, he always remained bound to his former self."
As quickly as it had begun, the laughter ceased and the Darth returned to his stern tone.
"You will not find such weaknesses in me, Imperial. Like you, I have been trained since I was a child, so don't expect me roll over and die as easily as the Lord of Mustafar."
The Sith said quite matter-of-factly as he raised his lightsaber (still in the clutches of his right hand) up horizontally over his right shoulder and began to jog forward toward his opponent to close the gap between them. Once within striking distance, rather than going heads up with his opponent in the dominant Djem So attack stance, he stepped off to the knight's left and brought his blade down in a broad slashing motion aimed to clip at the man's left knee.
He figured that he could either catch Xeo by surprise or that the low strike would force the man to abandon his strong stance (which could deliver a formidable vertical or diagonal forward strike) and into a lower and more off balanced one which would give him a number of openings to exploit. Time would only tell.
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Aug 14, 2013 17:38:12 GMT -8
Curses, at some point I had forgotten that Xeonon had himself a shield, a shield that would have been able to keep the attacks at bay in such a small room. Of course it was on his back which took it out of the equation here. Anyways this was going to be one of those battles it seemed. Light vs Dark. Good vs Evil. Little bitch vs Bad ass Imperial. So as his opponent charged him Xeonon ran to meet him, but his opponent moved faster, his attack went towards his left knee and Xeonon had to react fast.
Years of training, mixed with the force was what saved his leg here. Swinging the silver blade down it changed the atmosphere of the entire room, shadows danced on the walls and sparks flew as the two blades met. The tip of Xeonons blade was facing down towards the left, his handle now at chin height. Stepping backwards with his left foot Xeonon pivoted on his right so that he would do a wicked awesome spin move, then with his blade down at leg height he would begin his famous counter attacks.
Using the momentum of his turn Xeonon swung fast and he swung hard, a staple of the Imperial Knights. His target was the mans hip, he would be trying to bisect Reb in two. However it would be more of a from right hip to left shoulder. Of course he had no thoughts that this was going to work. It was still early, both were testing the waters, testing each other and looking for the best way to kill their opponent. Its a shame, that years of training will lead to your untimely death. Had you been one of us perhaps you could have been one of the greats alas you will not be remembered.
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Post by Darth Rebellious on Aug 26, 2013 14:56:12 GMT -8
Following the block, the imperial spun and aimed a potentially bisecting slash toward Rebellious' right hip; much like the Sith himself would've done. With Force-aided reflexes, the Darth grasped the hilt of his lightsaber with both hands and extended his left leg a bit further for leverage as he mirrored the knight's own block, bringing his hilt level with his chin and angling his blade so that the tip was facing down toward his right. Sparks flew as the two blades made contact, however, Rebellious didn't stop with a simple block. Following the movement of his opponent's blade, he allowed it to continue it's upward-diagonal movement while using his own blade to guide it off course in a counter-clockwise (clockwise to Xeo) pushing motion that positioned silver blade just over his head.
The Dark Lord shuffled his feet quickly to the right in order to keep his stance unhindered as he moved under his opponent's blade. With his own blade now to his left and almost completely vertical with the tip pointing upward, the two were effectively engaged in a blade lock. He took that moment to reply to Xeonon's previously spoken words with an equally aggressive retort.
"That's quite the statement, Imperial. You'd better hope you can follow through with it, because if you cannot, the memory of you will be the only remnant of your existence."
The Sith Lord grinned maliciously at his opponent as he pushed off the imperial's blade, breaking the lock. With an extremely quick clockwise (counter to Xeo) rotation of his wrists the Sith flourished his bloodshine blade, slashing at Xeonon's extended right arm with surgical precision aimed to sever the limb just below the elbow and avoid the knight's cortosis vambrace.
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Aug 28, 2013 17:02:19 GMT -8
You son of a bitch. A tickling sensation in his neck was just driving him up the wall, the force was trying to warn him of something but this was a fight. He was in constant danger, but this was more than the typical "You are going to die tonight". Still he ignored it, still in the saber lock Xeonon was about to use his dwarf his opponents strength when it ended. The attack was sudden, quick and well placed. The only thing that saved Xeonons arm was the armour itself. Although most people do know their wrists can short out lightsabers not to many people know of the different materials to forge the armour. Durasteel and more importantly Phrik. Filaments on this rare material were put into the armour at intervals, and when the blade touched the armour it melted the durasteel like butter. Its moltenness revealing the metal limb beneath, however the Phrik held the blade in place long enough for Xeonon to react.
Reaching out in the force Xeonon felt its warming glow envelope him and fill him up. With his left hand he shot it out imagining a hammer blow on Rebelliouses stomach. A force push, simplest of techniques it was the bread and butter of most sects of the force. If it went as planned his opponent would hopefully fly back, and hard. Maybe to the wall, maybe just a few feet. Just enough to give him some breathing room. You are faster than I gave you credit for, that will not be happening again. Shrugging his left shoulder the shield that had been on his back slid onto his arm the Imperial insignia printed boldly on the front.
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Post by Darth Rebellious on Sept 17, 2013 12:23:08 GMT -8
Rebellious was caught by surprise as his opponent unleashed a Force Push directed at his torso, which sent him flying backward. He dropped his lightsaber hilt (which deactivated once it left his palm) as he flailed through the air until his body impacted with one of the antechamber's walls before sliding down to the floor. Although he hit the stone with a thud, he was more or less unscathed; Feral had done much worse to him in a time long passed. This, however, didn't stop him from using the situation to his advantage. The Sith stood slowly and shakily, feigning injury as he moved toward his opponent once again. This not only gave him a possible mental advantage, but also gave him a moment to analyze his opponent to a greater degree, which would provide a possible tactical advantage as well.
The Darth now knew that the Imperial's body suit was armor weave with phrik filaments, which meant that unarmored areas still needed repeated strikes to actually hit flesh. He was also now aware that the Imperial had a prosthetic right arm which left him partially defenseless against certain Force techniques, but also provided an advantage in the strength category. On top of that Xeo was using a shield, which would inevitably make him slower, but would in turn make him that much harder to hit. None of these things discouraged the Dark Lord, however. They only gave him a much more refined plan of attack.
Although he had been pretending to be injured, once he had nearly closed the gap between himself and the Imperial, the Sith Lord began moving with Force-aided speed as he called his weapon back to his right hand and ignited the blade in an attempt to catch his opponent off guard. With swift strides he closed the gap in what seemed like an instant. Once in striking range, the darksider assumed a crouching position as he raised his hilt over his shoulder with the blade tip pointed toward the knight, poised to stab him in the knee (or so it would seem). But rather than stabbing at his opponent's legs, Rebellious instead used his crouching position to help him spring into the air and somersault over Xeonon's head just as quickly as he had ran toward him. In mid flip, Rebellious performed a 180 degree turn (Barani flip, look it up) so that he could face his opponent's back as he made his descent to land. However, just after turning his body in mid air, he extended his right arm flailed it in two sweeping motions causing his blade to slash at the back of his opponent's neck in a motion similar to a pendulum, with the potential to decapitate the possibly confused Imperial.
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Oct 4, 2013 15:50:38 GMT -8
As his opponent hit the other wall he was impressed with himself. Without meaning to Xeonon had sent him into a wall and he knew why. The ring on his cybernetic appendage. With it he was feeling not only his own force in it's purest form without taint from good or evil but on it's own was a darkness. A darkness within all men that when released made them powerful and for the first time in his life Xeonon was tempted to dive into it, accept the power and use it to crush his enemy. He couldn't though, he had been trained to will for that. For now he would remain as the knight in shining armour.
When Reb stood he was actually surprised that he was hurt every other Sith he had fought was tough as nails. Was everything he said earlier just a ruse? A way to try and undermine Xeonons resolve? When he limped forward the Imperial Knight was on his guard and it was because of this that he did not die. For when he seemed to disappear in a flash. Unless this was a illusion then it only left one thing, force speed.
Not being skilled in the force the Master let the force flow through him, direct him and move his arms like a puppet on strings. As strange as it was Xeonons blade hand went down to intercept the red blade while his shield went and forward slightly. The intention was to presumably hit his Sithly counterpart square in the jaw with a metallic shield. Of course this wasn't going to happen nor the block as he jumped up. Instead when he jumped into the air Xeonon understood the ruse. He was impressed in such a thing leave it to a Sith to feign injury to get a better chance to kill you.
Of course now Xeonons shield followed the flying Sith and felt one swing hit center of the shield, the second hitting the right edge of the shield sending molten Ultrachrome onto the ground beside Xeonon. The remnant symbol now was blackened from the heat that the Phrick had deflected. As he traced the man overhead Xeonons blade came around overtop and as Xeonon finished pivoting a white slash of JUSTICE was going to descend from the left of Rebelliouses cheek and down. A smile on Xeonons face could be seen.
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Post by Darth Rebellious on Oct 18, 2013 17:43:30 GMT -8
"Zmmmmmm!" Rebellious heard the hum of his opponent's lightsaber trailing after him as he somersaulted over the Imperial's head. His attack had failed and no sooner than his feet touched the stone floor of the antechamber, Xeonon pressed the counter attack. With reflexes that only a master of the Force could muster, the Darth gripped his lightsaber hilt with both hands and raised the weapon horizontally with the tip pointing to his left in an attempt to intercept the coming slash as he planted his feet to brace for the impact. A popping noise followed by sparks signified the blades locking in a deadly embrace, however, the sound of flesh sizzling almost immediately after. Being ill-prepared to block the coming strike, Rebellious' left shoulder had been shallowly dug into by the Imperial Knight's silver blade. The burning pain of his enemy's lightsaber against his flesh made the Dark Lord cringe.
Like the seasoned Sith he was, Rebellious used pain of his injury as a tool rather than letting it to break him. Allowing his agony and rage to flow through him, he used the raw emotions to call upon the Dark Side of the Force, drawing on it for strength as he prepared to counter. With his strength amplified by the Force, he pushed back his opponent's blade with an almost feral might. While breaking the blade lock, the Sith roared at Xeonon. A Force scream that had the potential to disorient the Imperial Knight. The Darth wasted no time attempting to strike back at his enemy for the wound he had dealt. With great speed and ferocity behind it, the Dark Lord flourished his blood-red blade in clockwise motion, returning it to a poised position over his left shoulder before slashing it horizontally at the Imperial's neck in an attempt to behead him.
The Dark Lord's malice had begun to boil over after being injured. He was fully dedicated to killing the man before him at all costs.
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Oct 19, 2013 4:24:43 GMT -8
He had drawn first blood. Things were looking up for Xeonon, perhaps this Sith had been boasting trying to scare him. That or he got lucky. Either way he could feel something in the air. Something about the duel had changed, perhaps they were at the apex or maybe something was happening outside. He however did not have much time to think about it. He was thrown backwards by a scream. Not as far as the push earlier but far enough that he landed on his back 6 feet away. It felt like all the air had been stolen from his lungs, he couldn't breath. Then it dawned on him that, that was his fault and he sucked in a breath of air.
He knew all to well how lucky he was to have escaped from that attack with the breath knocked out of him. Standing up though he felt the world twirl around him, his ears were ringing and even the gunfire just outside sounded muffled. He saw the Sith swinging but his arms felt heavy, as if they had been made of lead and on his own he knew he would never stop him in time. So he opened himself up to the force, felt it flow through him and by it's own accord the sword caught sword. With his tip facing up it looked like a crooked cross.
His shield also moved, the aim was to step forward with his left foot, and with the shield bash the inside of his opponents arm with the shields edge. Of course Xeonon was only dimly aware of the plan he was still fighting off the dregs from the force scream. He knew something more had happened to him, somewhere deep inside his head his brain had been addled. Dangers of this attack were both physical and mental and we should both be thankful this was not a more inclosed space.
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Post by Darth Rebellious on Oct 21, 2013 11:42:47 GMT -8
Although his slash was rendered null by his opponent's lucky block, Rebellious's Force scream had taken it's toll on the Imperial Knight; he had almost completely disoriented the man. The Sith watched Xeonon's sluggish movements as he attempted to bash his shield into his arm. Rather than wasting energy by elaborately dodging, the Darth simply pulled his arms back to disengage blades and took a quick step back. It was obvious that something within Xeonon had been shaken. He had been weakened in some way, and Rebellious would make sure to take advantage of it.
Rebellious had grown tired of fighting the knight. He had been injured by the cyborg and the entire ordeal had slowly but surely become personal. He wanted the man dead, but first he wanted to punish him for his intrusion as well for drawing blood. Being a Sith in a Dark Side nexus gave the Dark Lord a serious tactical advantage to work with in that regard. He had been drawing on the malignant energies that saturated the fortress almost the entire time he had been on the planet, expending very little of it in his encounters with the dogs of the remnant. The Darth had decided that this was the time to put it to use.
The Sith extinguished his lightsaber's blade before releasing his left hand's grip on the hilt. He slightly raised both hands in front of him and spread his fingers (only the thumb, index and middle fingers of his right to maintain a grip on his hilt) as he began channeling the power he had built up within his form. Using the raw feeling of his pain and rage, the Darth amplified his power in the Dark Side of the Force as he began imposing his will on the area in front of him. Down through his arms and out of his finger tips, he manipulated the Force to ionize the molecules in the air. If one's senses were keen enough they could smell the change in the air, the odor was similar to that of the outdoors during a thunderstorm.
"I hope you've prepared yourself for death. You will not be coming back from this."
Rebellious said as electricity began discharging from his finger tips. Force lightning, a staple of Sith knowledge that the Darth had become quite capable of wielding with ease, was now the weapon he chose to wield against the Imperial. With his fury and willpower the Dark Lord directed powerful electric tendrils at his opponent with each of his 8 actively engaged fingers, and with great skill that only a master of the Dark Side could muster he forced the discharges to splinter off into dozens of smaller branches to lash out at his enemy. Although the jolts were intense, the Sith did not intend them to be deadly. Indeed they were powerful enough to send objects flying backwards and begin to char flesh if exposed long enough, possibly even render some of the cyborg's prostheses inoperable, but the attack was meant only to inflict pain. He wanted to envelope knight in his power and bring the man to his knees so that he might see and understand his error and hopefully begin to comprehend just what he was truly up against by coming here.
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Oct 24, 2013 6:49:18 GMT -8
Xeonon had little time to react, in fact even if he was at his best there would have been precious little time to get out of the way. As it were though the lightening hit him, all of it and he sailed back a good ten feet. Writhing on the ground in agony with his mind already addled there was little he could do to stop the tendrils of electricity. There was however a small amount of hope, most of it did in fact shock him and the pain was intense, bearable only because he had suffered this attack before. And by bearable I mean he didn't pass out from the tourture. His body instinctively absorbed the energy though.
Force absorb a it is known in the common tounge was hardly a common power (in cannon) and Xeonon had effectively mastered it. As the electricity coursed through his body his cells absorbed part of the energy. At first it was not noticeable compared to the pain but as the moments passed and more was collected of it's own will Xeononnfelt a new type of pain. It was as if his own body was bursting at the seams, trying to tear itself apart. The pain from the shock being dwarfed by this feeling. It was great, terrible and powerful all in one. Part of him knew that if was to live for even a moment longer he would need to release it or risk exploding in a blast powerful enough to destroy the planet.
His outlet was again not of his own choosing, just his mind doing what it needed to stop the pain. The shield which had been knocked off his arm lay in front of him was rocketed off towards his opponent. Using the Jensaarai technique that sped up normal objects to lethal velocity the shield kept forward faster than the blink of an eye. It's target were the legs his attacker. Ideally the attack would cut the mans legs off at the knees, thus leaving both incapacitated. In reality he just hoped to stop the assault.
Regardless he would lay there smoking and unmoving after this. Neither dead nor truly alive, just there. His body spent as the final attack had taken everything out of him.
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Post by Talon Fenris on Nov 1, 2013 8:30:25 GMT -8
The remaining Imperial forces had returned to the 916th's ship Thunderstrike.
All injured parties have been sent to the ships Med-labs and dead have been placed into deep-freeze chambers until they can be buried or sent to their loved ones.
The remaining Knights and troopers have gathered in the mess hall for the de-brief. Friends embrace and pat shoulders as they remember who gave everything before being caressed by death's loving cold embrace of shadow-filed voids.
Knight Fenris enters the hall and all becomes silent, when he reaches a small podium at one end the entire room faces towards him and present their salutes. Talon wa es their arms down to begin his speach.
'Toopers! Knights! Loyal Citizens of the Empire!'
He looks into everyone's eyes to put home how serious what he is about to reveal to his men.
'We have suffered not just critical blow to not just our friends and comrades in arms but possibly the entire Empire itself.'
He paused for a moment to make sure he has their full attention.
It seams that forces beyond our control have been playing dirty. We experienced comms trouble as soon as we got here weeks ago, then an attack out of nowhere with almost surgical precision success which put us on the back foot from the start and the comms blackout the crew on this very ship experienced which meant they not only did not know of our predicament untill too late, but also the control issues which rendered the controls completely useless.'
Another look around the room was showing shocked and confusion.
'Betrayal! Betrayal from one of own. Who or what no one knows but trust me my friends this will not go without repercussions! We did not come out here to be butchered!'
Anger and resentment now emanated from the room.
We are going home right now, I suggest you get as much rest as possible while I investigate.
From this moment forward, accept no orders from the Empire unless Myself or the Commander say otherwise and trust no-one. Let no one know what has been said here today. Dismissed!'
His orders are met with a simultaneous "SIR YES SIR!" from the from the assembly as he steps down and exits the mess, staring towards the bridge. As soon as he gets there he orders the ship back to Aargau.
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Post by Darth Rebellious on Nov 6, 2013 21:11:01 GMT -8
The Darth drank in his opponent's agony, it fueled him almost as much as his own emotions. Every moment the imperial writhed in pain, struggling to keep himself from succumbing to the electric assault, made the Sith that much stronger. Just as he thought he had completely broken the man before him, something happened. He felt the man's presence in the Force spike and with that followed a tingling chill running up his spine; the Force's way of telling him danger was soon to come. Only a moment after, did Xeonon make a move. His shield came flying toward Rebellious at bullet speed. It flew low, on course for his legs by the looks of it, and at that speed he had only the briefest moment to react.
Within a fraction of a second the Darth had ceased the lightning attack and began to focus the Force in another way. With his hands already in front of him, he used telekinesis to veer the shield slightly off course as he attempted to catch the protective gear-turned-projectile in his other worldly grasp. As he gained control over the fast flying object, he used his arms to mimic a swirling motion as he willed the piece of equipment to perform a half orbit around his body before projecting it back at the knight with added momentum.
It cleaved into the imperial's waist, nearly bisecting him and pinning him to the ground. The Darth approached with his still disengaged lightsaber hilt clutched in his right hand. He looked upon his defeated foe, keeping his malice at bay momentarily as he spoke to the man.
"Speak your name, Imperial. So that I may know who's life I claim."
The words rolled off his tongue as soft as velvet and as cold as a wampas toenails in the middle of a blizzard. Whether the man spoke or not, he would die soon, and nothing else would stand in Rebellious' way of finding what he had come here for.
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Nov 7, 2013 13:59:59 GMT -8
Xeonon stared up at the ceiling, blood pooling out of his mouth, and falling out of his bisected body. Yet he still lived, a testament to how strong willed he was. He had failed that much he was aware of, he had gotten cocky, he had gotten careless and he had gotten arrogant. He cursed the ring that he had worn, it had twisted him into a man he was not, denying those parts of him it was corrupting Xeonon faded. One second there another not he became one with the force, unable to move on into the fields his body lingered there a moment shimmering blue. Xeonon. It was his only word, his last words before he truly disappeared
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Post by Harnan Ren on Jul 11, 2017 11:36:48 GMT -8
Dozen's of AAL's descended down through the atmosphere from orbit, where the Resurgence was positioned. Each dropship was adorned with different artwork depicting the First Commisar in a variety of compromising positions and levels of undress. It was one of the few things Harnan took pride in about the First Legion. They were the misfits of the latest incarnation of the Stormtrooper training program. They were still capable Stormtroopers, they just were a little more individual than Azria would have liked and allowed into the other Legions. Thus Harnan took them in. Using their artistic skills and "love" for their First Commisar to give his AAL's some individuality.
The AAL's set down around the Keep. Harnan and the First Legion disembarked from their dropships and rushed inside. Whilst Prakith was firmly within First Order territory and control, Harnan was taking no chances with the Keep. He had heard tales that the acolytes of Darth Andeddu had inhabited the Keep until some time ago, and the Imperial Knights had made use of it. The Riot Control Troopers moved in ahead of the regular Stormtroopers, providing a shield wall.
It took a couple hours before the Keep was cleared. Supply ships started landing at that point, dropping off materials and Technicians to modernize the base and set up a links to Muunilinst, the Master of the Ren, and the other worlds within the Deep Core. As Harnan walked into the new Throne Room, a building team was already setting up his upside down cross shaped throne. Elsewhere, building teams were setting up sleeping quarters for the Knight of Ren and the Stormtroopers. Armouries and training rooms were also marked out, along with guest quarters for the other Knights should they visit. Word meanwhile was spread across Prakith of their new Lord Governor taking up residence in the old Keep of Darth Andeddu
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Post by Harnan Ren on Aug 19, 2017 11:44:20 GMT -8
Work throughout the Keep was ongoing, as repairs were made and the new layout was built. Harnan stood on the balcony at the top of the Keep, looking out across the broken and hostile terrain that surrounded it. Its location made approach by anything but air impossible, and made it a very defensible location. Samarra came strolling out onto the balcony, watching her Master as he stood there. He could feel her presence in the Force. Sense her anxiety in his presence. It was always the same.
She had been assigned to him as an intelligence operative. To be used however he needed. But her superior had failed to specify she was meant for intel operative work alone. So, levering such ambiguity, he had indeed used her to his utmost needs and desires. Breaking her and making her subservient to him and him alone. She always trembled when they were alone together. Both fearing and eagerly anticipating what he might do to her this time
I can feel you back there... Come closer... The view is quite breathtaking...
As you command Master...
As she moved closer to the railing, he removed his helmet. Holding it under his arm as she came to a stop next to him
What became of the droid?
He felt her swallow hard then. That alone was enough for him to know that it was not good news
I... ran into some complications on the Smuggler's Run... The Holocron was there... But there was some competition for it. Not only did the Jedi have an operative there, there was also a group of mercenaries there...
Mercenaries... Perhaps Valance is seeking to reclaim the old artefacts of Zakuul... Did you manage to get the Holocron?
I did... However, the artefacts former owner had dispatched his own men. Between them and the mercenaries, escape was quite impossible...
And?
I came up with an escape plan. I found STUD and entrusted the holocron to him. I locked it within one of his storage compartments. After that, I split up him. Leaving him only desire to return to us... I mean to you Master...
She had seen him flex his hand, causing her quick correction. He moved around to just behind her then. His displeasure with her quite apparent, as he wrapped his hand around her neck and pulled her back close to his chest. He lowered his face close to her neck, as her head lolled to one side. Her breathing and heart rate increasing
And then?
I... I managed to... To get to a transport and leave...
So that you could come back here and do what?
And... and wait for STUD... There was... was no way I could get off the Run with the.... the artefact and.... Mmmmm...
His helmet clattered to the ground as Harnan let go of it, moments before his now free hand wrapped around her waist and gripped her while his teeth sank into flesh of her neck. She fell limp within his restraint, letting him do with her what he wanted. She had failed him and knew the consequences for such an act. She offered no resistance as he took her there and then right over the rail.
When at last he was done and spent, he kept her held close. She still had the last of her report to make, and he did not plan to let her go far, in case she needed further punishment. Samarra fought hard to regain her breath, before continuing
If I had kept the artefact, I risked losing it... By separating myself from it... I ensured STUD could find another method off the Run with it...
You knew the risks! This is no simple quest! Those artefacts are almost impossible to come by... And yet...
He felt her tense slightly, expecting some further punishment or tirade
You made the smart decision. With it in the droids possession, it remains out of the Jedi's. And for that, I am proud of you. STUD will return it to us, and by then, I will have gathered all of the other pieces I need...
He forced her head to lean backwards then, as he kissed her. His eyes returning to their normal dullness. He pulled away then, releasing her from his grip and collected his helmet
There will be other opportunities to collect the pieces I need. I trust you can operate just fine without STUD as back up?
Of course Master. I will try not to fail you again...
Harnan replaced his helmet upon his head and turned to leave
See to it that you do not... I have enjoyed you thus far, and you have served me well... Do not ruin that...
He did not wait for a reply, nor did she try to make one, as he marched off to head back down into the Keep to attend to other matters
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Harnan Ren
Knights of Ren
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Affiliation: Knights of Ren
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Post by Harnan Ren on Aug 31, 2017 8:09:13 GMT -8
The works on Darth Andeddu’s Keep were finally complete. After years of sitting in disrepair, the old Keep had a new life breathed into it. Refitted by First Order personnel for use by Harnan Ren as his own fortress to watch over the Deep Core from. All the rooms were completed, from the quarters for his visiting Brothers and Sisters, to the main throne room where he would spend much of his time working from. Though, he intended to offload much of that work to First Order officers. They could govern the worlds and bring him only the most important situations to attend to.
With everything finally done, Harnan found himself spending this first night inspecting it all. Wandering the hallways to make sure it was all in top shape. He came to a stop at the throne room doors, before pushing them both open. His heart skipped a beat then. He had been entirely sure that on this occasion, none of the other Ren were meant to be here.
But there, standing before him almost entirely naked and with her back to him, was Illaria. He almost couldn’t believe it. But then, she did have a habit of sneaking off and doing her own thing constantly. Though, why she was here on this occasion, was beyond him. She tilted her head to the side, as she undoubtedly sensed his presence behind her
Are you just going to stand there? Come in and close the door, it’s a bit breezy with it open…
Breezy? He had most certainly heard her wrong. Perhaps she did mean it. But with how often she did not wear pants, he just assumed she was immune to the effects of the weather. If anything, she was probably just playing with him. She did enjoy doing that. He took a few steps inside, enough that he could close the doors behind him. He heard a metallic click then, as the locks engaged.
Several privacy/security systems had been built into the room. Such as magnetic and physical locks, several inch-thick armour-plated walls, and a sonic damper field that encased the entire room. Meaning that anything going on within the room, was entirely private. No one else would see or hear what was going on. Harnan turned around and walked towards Illaria, stopping a couple of feet away
I didn’t expect you to be here…
It’s really pretty…
He watched her a moment as she stood there. The view certainly was very pretty. Though, he would use other words to describe how she looked standing there
I suppose that’s one way to describe it…
Me? Or the room?
Had she been reading his thoughts? It wasn’t like he was actively trying to keep them from reaching the surface where she might see them. He took a moment to consider just how best to answer. If she was here, then it was likely she was just in a playful mood like always, especially with such a question
Both…
When she didn’t almost immediately respond, he felt some relief
You’ve made quite the fortress for yourself here… Even gave yourself a throne as well…
Something was off. She seemed cold. Like she was drawing him towards her
Come closer…
He walked a couple of feet closer, stopping just behind her. It was then, that her hands shot back and grabbed his wrists. Pulling his arms around her, as she leaned back into his chest. Given the lateness of the hour, instead of his usual armour, he was wearing only a pair of loose fitting cargo pants and a singlet. Leaving only a thin barrier between her head and his chest. His heart rate increasing a little once more. There was a moment of silence, as he held her
One night…
Harnan looked down slightly at Illaria then. Puzzled by the comment she had just made
What…
You get one night… This place needs to be christened…
Illaria…
She reached a hand up and gripped the back of his head, pulling it down till their lips met. He had almost forgotten how nice it was to kiss her. Her lips were soft, and tasted sweet. His grip around her waist tightened, as they deepened the kiss. Their tongues dancing with one another. Slowly, but surely, it was enough to awaken his desire for her once more. To break the chains that held him back. His eyes started to glow around the edges. As she pulled back, she smirked at him
There you are…
His hands traversed her body, toying with her flesh. He could feel her body heating up against him, as he held her close, not letting her break free
Mo... more...
Harnan did not hesitate at all. Maybe it was that the darkness had truly consumed him. Or perhaps it had lifted his restraint just enough. So that anything he left himself indulge in, could be blamed entirely upon it. He lifted Illaria up then, and carried her over to the throne and deposited her there. Admiring the beautiful view of Illaria sitting naked upon it. But he did not stop long, before he leaned in...
Time seemed to blur together. But at long last, they collapsed into a heap when both of them were finally spent. They remained entwined as they shared a long passionate kiss. He rolled them over, so that she was laying atop his chest. He smiled to himself, as she was exactly where she should always have been. Or at the very least, where he always wanted her to be
God that felt amazing...
Of course. I would never disappoint you…
Illaria curled up against his chest as they lay there. Resting her head against it. His free hand slowly running through her locks
I… I don’t want this night to end…
Perhaps it won’t…
A sudden tiredness washed over them both. The last thing Harnan remembered, was the feel of Illaria’s lips pressing against his as he fell asleep.
It barely felt like an instant passed, when he suddenly woke up. He slowly looked around, noting that he was in the throne room. He slowly sat up, placing his hand against his head. Snippets of what had happened last night coming back to him. He suddenly looked down, before noticing he was fully clothed. The last thing he remembered, was laying naked… with Illaria. He looked around, searching the room for any sign of her. But she was nowhere to be found
Was… Did that happen?
He wouldn’t have put it past her to put his clothes back on, before she left. But if that was the case. Had he just spent the night with her. Surely not. It must have been a dream. It wouldn’t be unusual for him to imagine such a situation happening. He pulled himself up from the ground and walked towards the doors. The security system deactivating. Giving him another moment of pause. Perhaps he had just activated it last night for some privacy. He pushed the doors open and left the throne room. Perhaps he would never truly know for sure. He could always ask Illaria about it. She might not answer him outright. But she wouldn't lie to him if he asked.
And that was the million dollar question. Did he really want to ask and know for sure? His hold was already tenuous. And if last night had really happened. Then it just proved how little control he had left. He was spiralling out of control and if he wanted to keep Illaria safe, then he needed to maintain a hold of what little he had left. He flung his hand out into a mirror in the hallway, causing the glass to crack. He turned to look at his reflection. The yellow corruption tainting his eyes having progressed further, as it dulled again
No... Not yet... I... I need more time!
Tick... tock... tick... tock... Time is running out. Soon...
Harnan swung around, trying to find the source of the voice. But no one else was anywhere nearby. He slowly turned back to face the mirror. His eyes in the reflection glowing yellow
Just give in already! Let me do what you are too afraid to do!
I won't submit to you!
But you will submit to the Master of the Ren...
A means... to an end!
The reflection crossed his arms and shook his head, sighing at Harnan's response
You will fall. And when you do... I'll be there waiting. Ready to step in and remind you of your failure...
Harnan waved his hand across the mirror, a wave of force energy sending the already cracked glass flying
I will not fail!
Fool...
The final piece of glass showing the reflections glowing yellow eye fell from the frame and broke apart. Harnan turned and headed back to his quarters, to shower and get changed
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Grand Admiral Zuhel
Blackguard Imperium
I do not require glory; only results for my Emperor.
Posts: 240
Affiliation: Blackguard Reborn
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Post by Grand Admiral Zuhel on Dec 4, 2017 12:01:18 GMT -8
The commander’s glider followed the assigned approach track until they were in sight of the palace. Noticing a platoon of guards and a strange, armored fellow standing at the landing pad, the shuttle eased in to the final approach until it touched down gently on the landing pad. As the ramp opened, Vlusu stood in his full dress uniform, knowing that some members of the First Order held less-than positive opinions about the Chiss. With him were two guards, though he got the feeling that they wouldn’t be of much use against the man. As the ramp touched the ground and locked into place, Vlusu walked down the ramp with his guards and faced the massive man in front of him.
”Greetings, Moff Ren. It is an honor to meet you in person.”
Behind him and his guards, a few servants stood, carrying the various boxes that contained gifts for the man.
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Harnan Ren
Knights of Ren
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Affiliation: Knights of Ren
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Post by Harnan Ren on Dec 5, 2017 18:59:33 GMT -8
Harnan had been notified of the arrival of the ship belonging to the new Chiss Moff over Prakith and had begun preparing for the mans arrival. Harnan gathered a platoon of his best Riot Control Troopers and waited for the transport to land atop the roof of Andeddu's Keep. It was not often that First Order officers had cause to visit him. And considering the man was a Chiss, it was twice as much reason to meet this new Grand Moff.
Harnan watched impassively as the shuttle touched down and Vlusu disembarked with his own guard and a couple servants bearing gifts. Each man was putting on a display for the other, whilst knowing that Harnan could have taken everyone present on alone. But now was not the time for such hostility. Instead, perhaps he might be able to cultivate a friendship of sorts with someone regarded as a second class citizen by much of the First Order.
Harnan looked the Chiss up and down. Dressed in his best First Order uniform. Certainly made sense that he would dress to impress. Not that it would matter here
I do not answer to such a title. It is Lord Ren or Harnan Ren, but never that, Moff Vlusu... So what brings you to Prakith? and with gifts no less?
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Grand Admiral Zuhel
Blackguard Imperium
I do not require glory; only results for my Emperor.
Posts: 240
Affiliation: Blackguard Reborn
Traffic Light: Green
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Post by Grand Admiral Zuhel on Dec 5, 2017 19:44:19 GMT -8
”Greetings, Lord Ren. I have come for your friendship.”
Vlusu carefully noted his surroundings. The roof of the palace afforded a nice view of the surrounding area. No doubt that the keep had untold secrets to tell about its previous residents and many artifacts of the Dark Side.
”I am Grand Moff Vlusu’Heas’Cauro, recently promoted governor of the Chiss oversector. As I have stated, I come to you for friendship. I hoped to put a face to a name.”
”I also am here to help you anger Azria Delvardus”, he thought, hoping that the Force-sensitive man would pick up on his thoughts.
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