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Post by Deleted on Jul 24, 2013 14:31:15 GMT -8
His mouth stretched out into a thin line, a slight curving of the lips, then his face became quite stoic and plain as he listened and as he listened understanding came.
Peace, yes peace was a construct, a construct of the weak and the feeble, but peace did not exist, it therefore was a lie, a perversion of everything that could and should make one strong, for what motivated a man more a fight for peace or a fight for his life. Imoralus knew this firsthand.
Yet passion, passion was subjective and in the Umbaran's opinion substantial, physical and real. It had enabled his survival, his fear, his anxiety and drive to live had brought forth a beast of strength, wrought and driven by will, yes passion led to strength this was so.
Victory, only small victories had he claimed, but victories nonetheless, achieved through passion, and greater victories still yet lay his to claim if he could harbor and temper his power, learn to control it, acquire the skills necessary.
If he could achieve this then nothing would hold him back he would be unbound, all sagging restrictions and ties would be cut loose.
He listened to, to the code of the Brotherhood, he could see from where it drew its inspiration, however he did not see the potential as he saw in the code of the Sith, for surely although the brotherhood might acquire more strength and power, that power and strength would always be divided, what if some gave more than another or were stronger than another, had they earned the equal share, was it an equal share. In this code he saw flaws and problems, but he recited both anyway.
"Peace is a lie, there is only passion.
Through passion, I gain strength.
Through strength, I gain power.
Through power, I gain victory.
Through victory, my chains are broken.
The Force shall set me free."
Pausing a moment he then continued reciting the code of the Brotherhood.
"We are the sith brotherhood.
As one Sith, we have more strength.
The more strength we have, the more power we hold.
With that power, we are more victorious.
Together we will free the universe."
Yes, he would give his life to the Kashyyyk Sith, for what was life and bloodline and laws compared to the power he had witnessed, all things seemed much more insignificant, and laws and vows were made to be broken were they not, he would abide by one rule alone, nothing would hold him, he would suck what he could and then discard the husk once it proved no longer useful.
"My life, to the Kashyyyk Sith, and to their blood line and their laws. All I have, I put at their feet to command. May my bond be broken only in complete death. If I should break my oath, my time be served in the void for all eternity"
He took the cup taking great care not to spill a single drop, he then tipped the goblet and downed its contents in one foul swoop, what ever had laid within left a disgustingly foul acrid taste in his mouth, but he gave no sign of discomfort. He then held out the golden goblet and nodded.
"Sometimes things need to be broken before they can be reborn, wouldn't you agree?"
He said with a smile, the Umbaran of course could have been referring to his own rebirth, but perhaps there was a darker larger undertone to what he said.
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Post by Turlon on Jul 27, 2013 11:42:23 GMT -8
Darth Talon smirked, his eyes flashing yellow for an instant. He had no intentions of it before, but it seemed this newcomer almost requested to be taught a lesson. Without changing his expression or giving any notice, he quickly extended his fingers of his right hand and rushed a portion if his accumulated dark energies into them. Transforming his raw darkness into Sith Lightning, it began crackling out of his fingertips towards this newcomer. Within only a few feet between them it would be incredibly difficult to dodge or form an instant counter attack. He enjoyed the feeling, as the electricity flowed out of him, his anger, his passion, transfused into a physical form, Talon found it to be marvelous.
"Oh I wholeheartedly agree, be careful what you wish for.."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2013 15:03:31 GMT -8
He saw a rapid clawing, a convulsion of his hand, felt a thunderous swell in power, his fingers flew out like claws as the hot white bolts flew forth, untrained, unprepared, he was no match for the power of Sith lightning.
Ripped and unceremoniously unseated he was flung, cartwheeling across the space for two meters, tumbling upon the floor, white soft smoke spiraled malevolently upward from my writhing pain, face aghast in glorious agony; yes pain, a common adversary, it was pain and a will to survive that had forged me so.
The smell of acrid burnt clothing and flesh seemed distant, through watering eyes I focused upon him as pain continued to knife at me spiritually, mentally and physically, yet too pain was fuel. Untrained as he was the Umbaran was unschooled in acquiring an ease of focus and direction as demonstrated by Talon, yet from upon rising out of the ground of Korriban he had learned quickly that the feelings of pain could fuel him, drive him into a crazed frenzy.
He felt the giddy onrush of power now, his body trembling with barely contained rage, then with guttural beast like cry his arms powered down at the floor and power was thrown through joints and muscles launching him swifter than should be humanly possible across the space toward Talon, hands seizing to tear at face, eyes and soft tissue.
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Post by Turlon on Jul 29, 2013 10:52:24 GMT -8
Turlon could almost sense the pain that emanated from the man. He drew upon it, drinking it in and using it the feed the beast that was the Darkside. He had considerable time to formulate a plan but instead waited to see what this newcomer was capable of. Clearly he needed to be trained, this was shown as he savagely raged towards Turlon like a bull. Although sometimes the most simplest techniques could be the most effective.
Turlon's eyes squinted as the Umbaran shot out towards him with his hands reaching out like claws. He could simply dodge and strike from the the side or back, leap above and attack mid-air, redirect the man and use his velocity to throw him into the wall or ground, 'endless possibilities', he thought to himself. He was used to brutish tactics after countless matches, such as with with his Kashyyyk Bantha, Wookiees, and his master Brimstone who was impossibly strong. In the end however, Darth Talon decided to simply meet the man head on. His knees bent and lower body flexed, ready to launch out at the last moment, Talon shot out at Imoralus, his hands poised to clash with the Umabaran's before they could reach his face.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2013 14:34:44 GMT -8
Law of physics state that every reaction has an equal and opposite reaction, yet the Umbaran was drunk on the force, the dark side had lent him a super human speed and acceleration, in truth he had greater acceleration then Turlon, thus as the other leaped; at the last minute he could not possibly have acquired the kinetic force that the force enhanced Umbaran had, since the Umbaran had tapped into a rage to accelerate his form to an increased speed and because of the distance between the two, the Umbaran had, had time, time to attain maximum velocity, the lateness to which Turlon left his attack left him at a distinct disadvantage, all except in one area; the element of surprise.
The Umbaran's eyes widened as hands clasped around his own, the hands were colder than the plains of Hoth and the wicked dagger tooth grin Turlon gave the Umbaran whilst mid flight suggested he had an intended plan, and bore no concern.
Then the Umbaran's eyes came alight and gripping Turlon's hands in a fervor, he threw his head back mid air and with a guttural roar funneled his sheer will power to bend his form whilst it flew through the current space, and in a sudden tremendous contortion and a mighty hurl the Umbaran threw everything into diverting the path of both himself and Turlon into the close proximity of the ground.
The Umbaran seeking to smash Turlon into the flagstone floor; yet what happened next he knew not, emptiness filled him, he felt as though every fiber of him was burning, he had pushed all the energy, focus and will into forcing Turlon rapidly downward that he slipped into unconsciousness.
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Post by Turlon on Jul 30, 2013 1:27:50 GMT -8
Turlon knew that the Umbaran would have greater force than him unless he used his a large portion of his power to stop him with the Darkside. This however would not be worth the effort at all. His leap merely caused him to be knocked back with less speed than what it would have originally been. He clenched his hands in a death grip as he was interlocked with Imoralus. While midair he sensed the Darkness accumulating rapidly and almost instantaneously. To draw so much power so quickly it would not be able to be stored and would have to be used right away, but what technique the new Sith would use was unclear to Talon.
Suddenly he felt himself slam into the floor and heard a *crack* as one of his ribs broke. He bent his knees up and kicked the Umbaran off of him as he lost consciousness. Turlon snapped up onto his feet, recognizing the pain in his side and drawing upon it to fuel his rage. He waited for a moment for Imoralus to get up and when he didn't he took a few steps until they were only a few feet apart again. He let out another volley of Sith lightning into the man, hoping it would rouse him awake, as well as damage him a little more so Turlon could be confident enough in the battle to be a little careless.
"Wakey wakey Purpy, naptime comes after battle time not during!"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2013 12:12:57 GMT -8
The sudden searing blinding pain; a bright light so intense before my eyes I was blind, mocking words came cruelly from his lips, my whole form aflame with pain, I felt a sticky patch of blood upon my back, under my arms and thin rivers along my forearms, so much for the stitches I had, had.
Smoke rising from me, blind, shaking and an immense pain in my ribs, possibly two were broken from some blunt impact I had received whilst unconscious, my mind reeled; pain, but pain to the point where sense, thought and action were blotted out, there was no on set of rage, in fact the Umbaran had exhausted himself thoroughly, to draw so heavily and swiftly upon the dark side would cause his mind and cells to burn and so in effect at least for several hours he was barred from his rudimentary use of the force.
He stumbled forward, slowly vision returned, if blurred blotches of shade and light could be called vision, he staggered and fell upon his left knee his head sagging; in truth he had not wished to assault Turlon, only blinded by rage, engulfed by the dark side, it had seized control, but now he was mortal once more and subdued, it was pointless and futile to continue to only bring about his own demise and then what glory would he achieve.
He splayed his hands wide in submission.
"Your skill is........beyond my understanding. Since my own destruction will not bring victory"
He knew there was no way in which he could challenge Turlon, he had known that from the out set, no he needed to bide his time and be patient, learn to control his power, develop his power, but also retain this image of subservience and that of a lesser being, always be the inferior to Turlon, not of course to the point of uselessness. Oh no he would have to tread a careful line, one whereby he did not seem a threat, yet skilled enough to stay as one of Turlon's favorites if a Sith could have such a thing.
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Post by Turlon on Aug 13, 2013 20:24:41 GMT -8
"Indeed in time you will you learn. Destruction of the universe however will however bring you victory. All of this will come in time."
Darth Talons eyes began to lightly glow yellow. The darkside was surrounding and infusing his body. The Darkside whispered to him as it empowered him with darkness. The darkness spoke to him in an ancient languag that he felt like he knew. He reached out his hand towards the Umbaran.
"You will be strong. Be reborn in darkness.....Darth Imoralus."
He began to feed some of the darkside into Imoralus. Allowing it to regain some of his strength after the fight.
"You will learn to be able to control and master the true raw power of the force"
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Post by Death Angel on Sept 17, 2013 6:22:23 GMT -8
The Skydance, after about a standard hour perusing forest after forest and sea after sea, Angel finally sensed the darkness emanating from a disguised bastion on rocky shores. He could see it was guarded very well.
Impressive, he thought, Perhaps Iridonia should learn a thing or two about temple defenses from here.
Angel's ship hovered close to the main gates, ray and particle shields active as precautionary measure to the cannon batteries trained on the new ship, and patched in to LAN comms. Perhaps, he would find more response/reception here than he did in low orbit.
This is Lord Angel of the Iridonian Sith Empire. I seek an audience with Darth Talon.
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Post by Death Angel on Oct 16, 2013 13:19:00 GMT -8
After what seemed like an eternity of unresponsiveness... Angel concluded that the main Sith must be offworld, or preoccupied. He walked to his ship's holoprojector and recorded a message for specifically encrypted for the Jen'ari in charge of this place. The Jen'ari would know how to decipher and crack the code.
Greetings, Darth Talon. I am Lord Angel of the Iridonian Empire. I am an old ally of your former master, Brimstone Windu, and his associates Electrix and Amun, among others in the Kashyyyk Sith Order. While I do sense Lord Electrix is still somewhere on this planet, I cannot seem to find him at present moment, and other matters must preoccupy me in my schedule. We are a growing empire, and my presence requires attendance elsewhere. I would've liked to deliver this message in person, but I believe I may have come an inopportune time. I would like to reestablish connections and rekindle our alliance flame. Should you seek me again, you know where to find me. I have implied so at the beginning of this message. Dark blessings to you and your kin.
Angel had encrypted the data of his message onto a holodisk, then opened his hatch and Force jumped the distance out to meet the captain of the guards at his post. They would know better than to fire on a Sith Lord. He spoke in his rich baritone as he handed the disk to him.
Please pass this to Darth Talon when a suitable free-time slot opens itself. It must not, and will not, open to anyone but him. I must make my leave now.
With that Angel walked over to the ledge of the misty canyons and Force jumped back into his open cockpit. Closing it, he maneuvered the 'Skydance' back out and into orbit.
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Post by Turlon on Feb 9, 2015 20:25:32 GMT -8
*An all black shistavanen sprinted through the fortress and into the Courtyard where the guest rooms were located. He could sense and already smell the Dark Lord, and he needed neither senses to know what he was up to. Darth Fang's eyes darted from door to door as he ran down the hall until his wolf-like eyes focused in on one. He could heard movement and voices from inside. The shistavanen snorted and clenched his fist, raising his arm back he pounded on the door loudly and steadily.*
"Lord Talon.....Lord Talon!..........Lord Talon!!..unbelievable!"
*The shistavanen ignited his saber with a flick as the old gold blade rapidly sliced in quick succession until the door was no more. He stuck his head through the gap and shouted again.*
"Lord Ta-!"
"I heard you the first time! Shut the hell up can't you see I'm busy? You couldn't have just whispered through the darkness or sent me a message?"
"You heard me the first?- This. Is. Important! It is urgent and I knew I would need to rouse you in person."
*They continued talking like this until Turlon emerged from a hallway, finishing a knot in a robe he had clearly just put on. Fang began to explain to him how a Mandolorian ship was spotted and shot down. This was enough to get Turlon's attention and he immediately began to think and give out orders via the force and intercom. **What could F'ng Mandos be doing here now?** It had to have been a good deal of time since he had had to deal with one. He no longer even knew what year it was it had been so peaceful lately. Powerful Darkness, Beautiful women, and the best Marrcan herbs around; Darth Talon almost didn't want to have to deal with the violence..almost.
"Peace is a lie. The Mandos have seen it fit to remind me that. Coming here? Without even attempting to request an audience? And for him to think he'd land without me throwing a stone at him. Mandos and their Mandoade. That's a sports drink and nothing more. Destroy them. No..bring him with a heart still beating. I will deal with this personally. Now go I'm holding you accountable. Bring him here yourself if you must."
"Two of our Wookiees were killed inspecting the wreck. Our reports say there is at least one still alive and there were no bodies found at first glance. I will bring the survivor or survivors..rest assured."
*With that, Fang sped off out the courtyard, barking orders into his com link. Turlon put on a pair of shorts and leaned around the hallway he had emerged from and shouted.*
"I'll be back a little later..don't wait up for me! Feel free to do..whatever you please..the temple is all yours for the night."
*And with that Darth Talon sprinted out of the Courtyard with a touch of Force Speed. Leaving the only thing remaining in the courtyard, the sound of women's laughter. *
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Post by shainex on Feb 11, 2015 22:21:02 GMT -8
deep within the walls of the temple hidden behind a wall that had been sealed away lay a chamber. Within that chamber was a chamber that was meant to sustain life. the chamber was lined with sith runes, and darkness oozed from the room. the chamber was cool, a button was flashing red and beeping. the glass chamber slid off with a hiss. laying inside was a woman. her features pale and effervescent almost. her hair black as night cut short. she was clad in a black leather cat suit that clung to her. her chest was rising slowly. as her eyes snapped open she gasped for air arching her back. she collapsed back into the chamber shivering. Her breath coming in short gasps. she slowly sat up. each move was slow and painful. she slowly managed to pull herself out of the chamber as she collapsed on the ground. the force aiding her as it strengthened her limbs and warmed her. she reached up into the side of the chamber and pulled out a needle full of a green liquid. grimacing she jabbed it into her though pushing the plunger down. the adrenaline rushed into her system as she jolted from the rush. Shaking she stood up as everything came into focus. her head cleared as she grasped the side of the chamber and spoke. her voice soft and horse but maintained the silkiness.
"computer...how long have I been asleep..."
my lord, you have been resting for 18 months and 5 days
she almost swayed from the response. she didnt think that much time would go by when she had placed herself in the chamber. her memories are faint as to what happened leading up to the cryostasis. she walked over to a table and saw a metal box. sith runes etched into the sides, gold engrained within the sides. she placed her hands on the side of the box, it warmed to her touch as she opened it. two silver saber hilts gold laid in the handle. cortosis metal built up parts of the hilt as she placed them to her belt. feeling whole almost. She grabbed two leather gloves and slipped them on as she looked around. seeing the door she walked towards the door, she reached out wit the force. the connection moving through her as the door opened slowly, grinding and groaning. she flinched as sunlight beat down on her face. stumbling out, she followed her instincts and began to wander.
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Post by Ghôsh Windu on Sept 30, 2015 16:56:48 GMT -8
*Brimstone finished a long accent to the entrance hall of his tower, as he walked threw the stone arches of warriors fighting with sword and spear, above him flouted flames in the form dueling dragon and phoenix, as he walked over to his desk a servant brought him a glass of jedi blood and whisky, he pulled up a map of the planet and moons as he reviewed his research facilities and checked up on the progress of his projects, he had been a way for some time yet the Windu clan had made great progress on his many of his hardware projects yet his other bio projects had not seemed to seen much progress, he pulled up a file marked failed, a video started to play of man shaking as his skin turned blue and his eyes turned red,wait no not red they where bleeding but the blood was crystallizing instead of moving like liquid, but then the man stop shaking and the blood become liquid. Brimstone sat back in his chair and sipped his drink as he looked over the blood work*
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Post by Ghôsh Windu on Oct 1, 2015 17:44:36 GMT -8
*as brimstone takes a sip of his blood and whiskey, it was doing nothing to settle his headache. he rub his temples with his left hand as image of the witch dancing and singing ran across his mind his body reacted the forced infused crystals heated up as his ears began to fill with the sound of her voice, a smirked crossed his face he became aroused by the thought of what followed when her singing and dancing would stop. a hooded man walked into the tower and brought him back. the hoode man took a knee in front of the great black desk made of an unknown wood,*
Axe
My Lord upon our last meeting you charged me with the protection of your weapons and a task
*Axe laid two long black sith swords with a x styled chest straps followed by a lightsaber that had been A gift saber from Lady Tanith Desaevio that was crafted with a broken hilt *
i remember having two lightsabers
you only gave me one
*brimstone stroked his beard as he thought hard about where his other saber might be *
did i have when we parted
yes my lord but you where with your son when we parted, but Blade has been missing since you sent him on a mission
i trust you have not lost track of my other children
you have many children my lord, all across the universe
so my trust is misplace
never my lord with your leave
Brimstone nodded his head and axe turned to leave but before he exited brimstone yelled
inform your wife her uncle is in need of assistant
*Brimstone picked up his cup as his bent the force to his will to send a summons to his son Blade, he could not remember what task he had set his son but if he gave him the windu lightsaber it must have been a clan task, but he would not have sent him on such a mission by himself, in that moment he realized he forgot to ask Axe for a report on the task he had set him, he was not recovered from his escape and the battle with his two seths did not improve the situation, he was going to need some work done but he slightly annoyed at the results that path would produced*
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Post by Darth Belial on Oct 17, 2015 12:03:31 GMT -8
Those within the fortified pyramidal complex had known that their time had come, but they stubbornly refused to allow themselves to go quietly into the night. They would not be so easy to kill, and as the arrival of the Hapan’s had signalled an inevitable siege - they activated their barrier and hoped to wait out the coming storm. It had been proven effective time and time again, as all the invasions previously had shown, their shields would withstand the most punishing of bombardments for the length of around three months. It was in that time they were able to recall their allies, and rout the vile invaders before the strength of the aetheric defenses failed. Now, things had played out differently than they had timeless encounters before. These filthy crusaders had taken out the source of their guardians power, depriving him of the vitality he so desperately craved, and thus with his hunger denied - so too was the shade of his protection.
Exposed to the rain-swept skies, the midnight clad fortress nearly drowned under the weight of the planet itself. Soldiers; both Human and indoctrinated Wookiee alike, stormed across the archaically designed parapets of the exterior walls and manned several fixed positions behind the defensive curtain. Many of the armoured warriors had slipped and fell as the water had made the obsidian stone gangways treacherously slick, and even before the enemy had engaged them at their final bastion, the Kashyyyk Sith had already sustained casualties. Thus, as the burden of their sins and the pressure of the unnaturally altered skies above bore down upon the men and women within the fortified complex, their morale had slowly begun to give way. It threatened to break as the air suddenly became heavily laden with the crushing sensation of despair, for the minds of those gathered upon the crenelated battlements had turned towards the absence of their God-King.
Where had he gone, and why had he abandoned them in their hour of need?
This question lingered among many who remained sane enough to stand against the rising tides, but no answers were to be found. It did not matter in the end, for even if their False God had stood with them - He too would feel the wrath of a vengeful Queen and her instrument, along with the ineluctable judgment of the Jedi. Those whose minds were too weak had fled from the battle - taking to the stars in a bid to flee the system and spread their cowardice among the stars. They, however, would find themselves alone as the skies themselves pealed in anger. Bolts of azure lightning struck the shuttle's down with such vengeance, that those who witnessed the act believed that their absent Godling has returned - killing those that fled from the field of battle. Others, who were not so pious or knew better, had an inkling that whatever took the shields downplayed a part in killing the traitors.
To those that would write about this tragic fall in the coming months, the hauntingly beautiful scene would be described as the primal spirit of Kashyyyk herself rising up to smite those that sought to corrupt her fragile heart and withdrew in the face of retribution.
That was when the overcast skies parted, and descending upon wings of fire like the avenging angels they were, squadron after squadron of Miy’til Starfighters dove towards their vulnerable prey. Those that had survived the vicious assault from mother nature herself had soon met the wrath of the Hapans and their Royal Starfighter Corps. Weapons cycled to life and discharged within seconds, filling the cloud covered heavens with a deadly tempest of cannonade. Several heartbeats after the last of the shuttles had been destroyed, the Starfighters had peeled off their projected path of descent and soared above the trees. They howled like banshees as they banked and made an attempt at another pass, only to be scattered to the winds by the sudden arrival of the recently recalled Sith-aligned air force. Dozens of Raddaugh Gnasp flutter craft and retrofitted Oevvaor Jet Catamarans along with a squadron of Owool Interceptors swarmed into the operational theatre. The sensors had been fouled by the crummy weather, and thus when the Starfighter Corps had turned back towards the coastal fortress, many were surprised by the unexpected arrival of an enemy force strong enough to pose a threat to their invasion. Once the momentary shock had faded, the Miy’til Starfighters reformed their aerial line of battle and hunted down their prey.
Though the native vessels were more attuned to this unnatural weather and the atmospherics of the planet itself, Miy’til Starfighters were designed to be a superiority fighter. Thus with only the Owool Interceptors able to compete with their supersonic speeds - much of the Loyalist regime aligned forces were shot down within minutes. It was a massacre in the tempestuous skies, and as the two opposing sides clashed, the debris rained down upon the Temple-Fortress; providing the clear path required for the killing blow to be struck.
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Post by The Shepherd on Oct 17, 2015 12:40:16 GMT -8
Flying in low from the north, dodging the crashing waves as the rage of Kashyyyk continued to build, two LAAT gunships raced across the surface of the sea in tight formation. With the rain hammering down on them every bit as viciously as it did their enemies, the pilots of both craft had opted to stay over the water; waves were more predictable - and, more importantly, more visible - than sudden, violent gusts of wind, and this approach vector would give them the most time in relative safety before throwing their cargo into the breach. But on the starboard side of the gunship closest to the fortress, something was pushing the pilots forward, utterly undeterred by the worsening weather. The inferno that burned in the stomach of the Zabrak Jedi had begun to spread, and several of the soldiers around him had begun to tremble. But it wasn't fear that gripped them. Nor could it be said to be excitement. There was a cold determination that was going around the cabin of the gunship, and one by one, each man's resolve crystallized into something unshakable.
The pilots saw the Hapan starfighters divebomb the fortress before being chased off by Sith fighters, and they knew that the time had come. Both craft pulled up and swung towards the fortress, the side panels on each ship opening and exposing the soldiers and Jedi within to the full brunt of the storm's fury. Immediately soaked, Rutil Iorek pulled his sodden cloak off of his body and threw the burgundy garment out of the ship; it would only get in his way now. Their destination was now visible in the haze as the flames from the starfighter assault burned in defiance of the storm. It didn't bother Rutil in the slightest; each raindrop exploding against his skin was a jolt of power, each gust of wind a blessing from the Force, and each lightning strike a vindication of his will.
Now, with the very planet itself rising against the Sith, it was time to finish them.
The gunships first launched a volley of rockets at the wall of the fortress, hoping to weaken them enough for the coming reinforcements to blow right through them on their arrival. One of the gunships swung wide, hovering over the far parapet and opening fire on the wall as the soldiers on board opened fire with their rifles, their aim true against the scattered and discombobulated Sith forces.
For those atop the forward wall, however, things went differently. One of the gunships flew over, dropping only a single ordnance. Barely visible in the downpour, all the soldiers could see was the silhouette of a tall Zabrak, and the gleaming yellow eyes that seemed to bore right through each of them. For the briefest of moments, the fog of war was lifted from the Sith troops, allowing them just enough clarity to understand the fate that had befallen them. One such soldier, snapping to his senses, gave the order to open fire.
Red bolts of energy cut through the rain and howling wind as they were batted away by a blue lightsaber blade, its wielder slowly advancing down the wall. One by one, the soldiers there met their end. The first was flung from the wall, cast into the sea before a wave intercepted his body and slammed it into the durasteel wall of the fortress, pulverizing his bones. Another fell from an ally's blaster shot, redirected by the Jedi. The next was relieved of his head. And the one after him was forced to watch for a few moments, unable to scream due to his windpipe suddenly being ripped from its sinewy moorings and his lungs quickly filling with blood and rainwater. And so it went for the rest of them.
Kashyyyk was in the midst of a storm. But even the fury of the planet paled in comparison to the Jedi Master now cleansing the forward wall of the fortress.
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Post by Aerandir Calmcacil on Oct 17, 2015 16:04:42 GMT -8
*The forest floor provided some brief protection from the rain for the soaked Jedi siblings, speeding along toward the Sith fortress. For Aerandir, the dark epicenter, growing more present in his mind the closer they drew, this was the moment of reckoning; judgment had come for those who dared exert their influence over the proud Wookiees and their homeworld, who practiced their dark arts, who bred dark hearts...
Michelle knew. There was little about her brother she didn't know; she was no fan of the Sith either, but she had little prejudice towards certain sects. Her brother? He had what she couldn't describe as anything other than vendettas. He hated the Order of the Black Star, which was now no more than a memory, and she knew that had been a splinter branch of the Kashyyyk Sith Order... For him to be here now, partially leading this campaign, it was probably something of a release... and perhaps a danger of losing control.
She had little reason to believe her brother would ever fall to the dark side, but when he'd learned exactly what was involved in the Sith trials of the two orders, he'd nearly killed one of its followers, despite the begrudging truce they'd had to forge. She remembered him lunging for the man's throat, a not-yet-turned Ambar having to hold him back, and a much-smaller Morgan having to be the one to snap him out of it. He'd relented, but reluctantly.
Now Michelle felt as though she were here not only as his partner, but as his anchor. His assault on the man and his feelings on the entire matter never seemed... dark, more of a righteous fury... but it still made her highly uneasy.
As they maneuvered through the shadows and trunks of trees, with little more than the bike's headlights and the Force to guide them safely, she could hear the roar of the fighter squadrons above them, sending a rippling through the canopy that deposited a sheet of moisture upon them. Aerandir didn't seem to react, but she had hid her face against him until it passed. Shaking her hair, she pushed herself up closer to her brother's head, still clinging to him so she could loudly inquire,* "So what's our plan, bro?"
*He only slightly turned his head toward her as he replied,* "If the shields are down, I've little doubt our allies are already there. Regardless, our fighters will help pick off their defenses, the bombers especially, and we'll force our way in."
"Right, but what about—"
"One of the gunships is on standby," *he answered, knowing her question already.* "I don't know how many kids they're holding, if any, but that should be enough to ferry them to safety."
*He had sounded... almost angry. This was his main drive for taking down this order, and any affiliated with it: They presumably used children as fodder, targets, taken from their families and killed when it came time for a Sith to pass their trials. And who knew the fate of their family; had they been killed when the children were taken, or left alive to grieve the loss of their beloved young one?
She couldn't bear to think of it, nor how heartless one had to be to even consider the mass-slaughter of children normal for their organization; she didn't care how dark they claimed to be! Even Ambar had commented how pointless it had been; Sith were often heartless, sure, and were meant to put themselves above what was moral, but the slaughtering of random people who had no meaning to the one undertaking the trials was little more than a waste. Well, he'd specifically said "a waste of energy," but she was sure he would have had stronger feelings on the matter if he were asked now.
Finally, the patter of rain announced the bike's emergence from the forest. It, much to Michelle's surprise, came to a stop, Aerandir angling the bike so that both could look toward their target, framed on the waterside cliff by the blaze of battle, fires almost too powerful for even the heavy rain to put out. The battle was being waged both in sky and on land, Hapan fighters attacking the Sith air units while even from this distance the duel of a lightsaber blade against blasters could be seen upon the walls.*
"Aerandir," *came the voice of the X-wing squadron's leader,* "shall we aid?"
"Get in there," *was Aerandir's only response.*
"They've created a weakening in one of the outer walls with the gunships' batteries," *the bomber captain spoke.* "Shall we blow it open?"
"Of course. Switch to proton bombs and make an entrance for us, and keep an eye out for any of our men up there. Some of you should also stick with ion bombs to disable some of the defenses."
*Both groups acknowledged, heading into the fray, the X-wings lending air support to help pick off the stragglers of the Sith air force, the bombers heading toward the fortress itself. They broke into two groups, one of three and one of nine. The bike whined to life again and Michelle held on tight as the approach began anew.
Master Iorek was the one up on the wall... no real surprise. And the bombers were inbound... Aerandir quickly reached out through the Force towards the Zabrak, sending him a brief warning about the incoming bombers, then focused again upon his approach, heading back into the treeline for additional cover.
The group of nine bombers sought out any remaining defensive emplacements, dropping their ion bombs upon them to cripple their defenses even further. The group of three marked their target, each making a successive flyover and depositing a barrage of bombs upon the wall, tearing it open.* "We've got an opening in the wall," *the bomber captain called out across all allied troops.* "Master Calmcacil is headed there now and could probably use the assistance."
*Aerandir brought the speeder to a nigh-violent halt in the forest line nearby the temple, nearly launching both of them from its seat, then he leapt from the vehicle, Michelle right behind them, their weapons coming to life and hissing with steam as they met the rain once more. Debris, scattered chunks of duracrete in varying sizes littered their approach, revealing a very large opening into the fortress, lights flickering helplessly inside. But Aerandir directed her to a smaller opening beside it, which was where they made their approach; perhaps he'd intended to take the less-obvious route for a surprise attack?
They charged inside, but both skidded to a stop as they bore witness to what lay in wait: A single Kel Dor, seated upon a toilet, staring in complete shock at the two unwanted guests. If his bowels hadn't been empty a moment ago, they certainly were now. Aerandir blinked, feeling quite awkward about this encounter, though not nearly as awkward as the Sith must have felt. After a pause, he pointed with his thumb back toward the hole in the wall he came from and said,* "I'll just... take the other way."
*He and Michelle both backed out, Michelle in a weird state of confusion, disgust, and amusement, before changing their point of entry to the much larger crack in the wall, leading into one of the fortress' halls.*
"Guess we literally caught them with their pants down," *Aerandir commented.
Michelle failed to stifle a snicker, but had an observation of her own to make.* "What kind of time is this to be using the bathroom anyway?!"
*Aerandir shrugged.* "Guess you gotta go when you gotta go, even when you're being bombed. ... no further comment."
*Michelle grinned, partially because of the humor, but mostly because there was humor. His mood had been broken, if only briefly, and perhaps he wouldn't lose control after all. That was definitely not what they needed right now, and the jokes were a good reassurance that all would do well. But both their smiles inevitably had to fade, for they were now in the Sith's lair, at the final target and no doubt the most difficult. But it was also the last point between them and victory, freedom for this world...
And this gave them new determination.*
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Post by The Shepherd on Oct 17, 2015 17:29:14 GMT -8
The last of the Sith soldiers had fallen when Rutil felt the presence of Master Calmcacil shine through the storm, thundering towards the fortress with haste. It brought a wild grin to his lips, and the Jedi looked to the fortress courtyard, ready to signal his men to prepare for incoming. They were all rather busy; many of the soldiers had taken positions of cover and were exchanging fire with the Sith troopers, and some had remained on the far wall, clearing out the soldiers manning the AA guns on that side. The sight was magnificent. Any moment now, Calmcacil's own forces would begin their own strike on the weakened wall and pour in, marching inexorably towards the center of the fortress.
And then Rutil felt a small nudge at the back of his skull, beckoning him to look skyward.
...that son of a bitch.
Rutil ripped the comlink from his belt and sped towards the forest, the world around him slowing to a crawl as he sprinted like a mad dog for the treeline.
Get out! Get out NOW! Incoming!
The Jedi had barely made it to the forest when Calmcacil's bombers laid waste to the courtyard. The Zabrak himself was flung forward, sending him into a low-hanging tree branch.
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Post by Saris on Oct 18, 2015 12:15:57 GMT -8
A smile began to creep across his face as Saris watched their approach from the gunship with Master Iorek, directing spears of cataclysmic lightning to drive mercilessly into any sith attempting to flee. More bolts were directed at the fortress defenses, as with the storm now raging in all its furious glory, directing the destruction where he wished was no more taxing than raising his finger to point. He had spent five months preparing this storm, and now that it had arrived its fury would not abate quietly.
Even as the fervor of the storm had grown in intensity, so too had the fury of the jedi beside him. His scent had begun to change since they left the ruins of the shield generator, shifting to match the darkening emotions of his mood. Saris had sensed this very thing many times before, in the wookiee's and sith that continued to edge deeper and deeper into what the jedi called the dark side. To him, it was much more plain than that. Dark emotions led to dark thoughts which led to dark actions. If Rutil did not reign himself in before this was over, his fall would be all but assured. If he'd been Anya, instead of who he was, he might be inclined to follow the other jedi onto the wall and engage him then and there, try to force him into seeing the error of his ways.
But he was not Anya, and the heart of a hunter ran far colder than that of a healer. If this jedi's rage would help assure their victory, Saris was willing to let it run its course. The repercussions could be dealt with after. So instead of following him down onto the wall, Saris leaped farther, dropping down into the fortress itself as several more bolts of lightning cascaded down upon the defenses. He landed in a small courtyard, and found himself surrounded by soldiers and sith alike. His smile grew as his sabers leapt to his hands, their brilliant silver blades bursting forth with a hiss at his command.
One of the cloaked figures was the first to react, and launched himself at the intruder with the fury of a man backed into a corner. His crimson blade rose as he soared through the air, aiming to bisect the Sakiyan where he stood. A single bolt of lightning charred the man to cinders before he had covered half the distance, blinding and deafening those who had no protection from such effects. Next came the remaining pair of sith, closing rapidly in the wake of the first bolt. They were on him before he could summon a second, and crimson blades met silver in a wild flurry of strikes and parries. While Saris had always felt a deep connection to the environment around himself, this was where he truly shined. Outnumbered in the midst of life and death, with only the span of a moment separating the living from the dead. His mind began to free itself of thought and planning, relinquishing control to instinct and reaction. He had spent countless hours honing his martial skills, and his body knew how to handle the pair of warriors he faced, all he had to do was get his mind out of the way and let it.
The speed of his actions began to increase as his heart rate slowed, quickly matching the force-fueled speed of his assailants. There was a moment, when both of them burst forward in a coordinated flurry of blows, that it seemed Saris might be overcome, but he let worry and concern merely slide away from his inner calm and his instincts and training bore him through. A moment later, he lashed out with a kick to the knee of his leftmost opponent, shattering the joint, and followed with a blow to the wrist that held his saber, severing the hand cleanly from the arm. This only served to fuel the rage of his other half, who launched a furious assault of power and speed against the jedi before him, who parried and blocked every blow with a seeming effortlessness. In truth, he simply did not allow himself to be concerned with the strain. In the wake of this renewed offensive, he found his opening and seized it, driving one blade through the man's chest while his other swept the sith's defenses aside. A single swipe following that removed the head of the amputated warrior, and Saris stood as the fortress around him shook with the fury of the jedi's combined assault.
That would be the air support, he thought idly as his senses returned to him, only then becoming fully aware of the rest of the courtyard. It came to him then that his instincts should have kept him going, as there had been no less than a dozen soldiers in the space with the three sith. Nevertheless, the soldiers lay around him now, either unconscious or dead from some other unknown attacker. He spun just as his nose caught the scent of her, and his grateful eyes found Anya dispatching the last of the soldiers behind him, lightsaber still sheathed at her side. Unconscious then. He had yet to see her end a life, and she had been given more than ample opportunity many times.
"I'm glad you made it. Should I take this to mean that the wookiees have arrived?"
She smiled in spite of the carnage and death that surrounded her and nodded. She knew how important this day was in the cleansing of Kashyyyk from the influence of the sith, and even her distaste for violent death would not sully that accomplishment.
"They have. If we hurry, we might even reach the temple before they tear it down. Kahzak is leading a contingent from the south to help box them in."
"Good. I just hope the jedi don't mistake him for an enemy in the heat of battle. I would have preferred to make introductions before this for that reason alone, but the newcomers were unwilling to wait."
He sighed audibly at the situation, then set off toward the temple in the center of the fortress.
"Let's go. Maybe if we get there first we can keep the others from trying to kill him just because he has a red saber."
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Elsewhere in the fortress, wookiee warriors began flooding in in the wake of the bombing attacks, dropping from the sky in gunships left behind after the clone wars, and assaulting the walls in tanks that had long remained forgotten by their sith rulers. The fury of the storm paled in comparison to the fury of the wookiees, and there would be no stopping the tide of righteous cleansing that quickly overpowered the remaining outer defenses of the temple fortress. The wookiees had arrived, and they were in no mood to play games. Chaos reigned in the fortress walls as three factions assaulted it in uncoordinated yet still immensely effective fashion, and yet somehow managed not to start killing each other.
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Post by Ghôsh Windu on Oct 18, 2015 22:37:08 GMT -8
The fortress temple was enclosed in a massive steel and stone wall with spiked towers every 100 feet, turret-mounted laser cannon along with automated and manned defensive lined the wall, the temple fortress was defended by a mix group of species mainly made up mostly of wookiees and Korunnai, between the Fortress wall and the Temple wall where the barracks, main military facilities, a marketplace , domed living quarters, the temple wall was stone but had its own force field its was defended by minor force sensitive looking to one day become acolytes, behind this wall was a complexes of 7 domed temples with a massive courtyard in the middle, stone statues of great siths, military commanders, and Wookiees of the KS, where in no short supply, the temple was filled with art and artifacts from all over the universe, along side with riches from the KS many conquest, the Kashyyyk Sith also had no shortage rooms full of weapons , and devices for destruction, furthest from this complex aligned along the shoreline where the sith barracks, farms and the massive tower of Brimstone with a large temple at its base that contained the Colosseum style training grounds and Blackstone Library shaped like a strange star and circle...the fortress temple was 3x larger underground then it was above ground with fortification to withstand long term siege and orbital bombardment …...the alarm sounded all about the complex as the shields rang with the sound of laser fire behind blocked, thunder cracked as brimstone stood up from his chair he was taken back to the day jedi set their massive fire to the planet and mandos along with the scum of the universe descended on them, and yet bleeding bruised and pale standing among the fires of the forest that had been his beloved home, and his master Sith'Ari Feral came to him and told him this planet was just a place our true goal was never rule but power and blood, he had not been ready then but now it was time, these jedi had gotten lucky he was in no shape to catch up on all the affairs he had miss to lead up to this invasion he place his finger on his desk and opened communication to all the whole compound
"Execute order 26. All Guards Do or Die protocols , and Drinks on me for anyone who collects a Jedis head and brings it too me, "
Brimstone stood back up and opened up to the force to his fellow sith
Too me
Brimstone made his way out the tower as many of his attendants started packing up and grabbing his personal items,
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