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Post by Zion Morviael [RETIRED] on Dec 17, 2019 19:32:08 GMT -8
The transport shoot about as it made the transition into the atmosphere of Rhommamool, the ride smoothing at shortly afterwards. Zion made his way back through the transport, his gaze passing over Ayora Truesong [RETIRED], Elizabeth Lionheart [RETIRED], @kybr, and @apocryphon. He had trained with each of them personally within the lead up to this mission. While Matthew, Ayora, and Elizabeth were still in the early days of their training, he trusted their skills equally with that of the ladies of KYBR. They were ready for this mission.
He reached the back of the transport and grabbed hold of am overhead rung and held tight as the transport touched down on the ground, the loading ramp lowering to let them disembark as the T-85's landed nearby. Their pilots ready to take off at a moments notice and provide air support. Zion made his way down and waited for the group to assemble at the base of the ramp before speakingAlright, the cultists compound is 3 miles north of here. I'll take the main road to the entrance. The rest of you, I want you to split up and flank around to the east and west. You'll each get half of the Sentinel's. I leave the decision to all of you how you as to how you want to split up. Let me know when you are all ready... With that, he headed toward the north side of the clearing. Getting in some stretches and checking his gear, leaving them to make the decision for themselves without his input
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Post by Deleted on Dec 21, 2019 12:02:04 GMT -8
KYBR sat waiting as the transport as it departed the ships in orbit and headed for the planet below. They had seen their fair share of conflicts both individually and as a team. They weren't worried, despite the type of enemy they would be facing.
As they landed, the girls stood to their feet, stopping at the base as Zion spoke to them. When told of the plan, the girls already knew what the choice would be.
"We request that the sentinels that would be assigned to us be given to the others. The four of us will be fine. We have each other's backs and will be ready for what's to come. We will cover our ground and meet you there." In the end, they had spent their time going through the requested training of Zion and had done little in the way of training or interacting with the others. While they had come to terms and agreed with the idea of eventually learning to team up and work in tandem with the others, currently, only they possessed such synchronization. They would use that to their advantage and the fact that the four of them would be more than enough to cover their approach, allowing the others to make better use of the added support, especially the ones with lesser amounts of training.
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Post by Ayora Truesong [RETIRED] on Jan 15, 2020 2:54:53 GMT -8
Ayora disembarked the ship behind Zion and the four women known as KYBR. She was dressed in her new set of white robes that replaced her previous clothes which had seen many years of use. Her staff was slung across her back, since they were still a good way from any danger currently. She barely had a moment to process the plan as Zion spoke it, before the black haired woman known as Kindra spoke up. Stating that the four of them would go together and declining the need for any sentinels. In truth, she had no particular qualms with this plan since she was hoping to work alongside Elizabeth, given how close they had grown during training. It also meant that Matthew would be joining the team. Someone that she had seen a few times in training since he was Zion's other squire That's fine, the three of us can cover the eastern flank...
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Post by Elizabeth Lionheart [RETIRED] on Jan 31, 2020 3:54:40 GMT -8
Elizabeth did her best to maintain her composure as they filed off the ship. Not only was today the first mission she was field testing her armour on, but it was also the first actual missions she had been on ever. Her days with the Jedi had been spent working as a mechanic and staying in the temple, doing exercises and workouts. But Zion had seen some spark of potential in her and had decided to give her proper training. And now she was on Rhommamool, about to take on a group of darkside cultists. A task she did not intend to let him down while doing. With some slowly growing confidence, she stood beside Ayora as the two groups for the assault very quickly started to form
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Post by Zion Morviael [RETIRED] on Oct 23, 2020 18:44:14 GMT -8
Only a few moments passed before his students approached him. The quartet known affectionately as KYBR stated they would go to the west, but requested their Sentinels be given to Ayora and Elizabeth. They were certainly eager, and he did not doubt any of their capabilities. He was not one to bring along anyone he did not think worthy of the fight ahead. But his decision was not based upon individual skill
The Sentinels are a non-negotiable term. They are not there to supplement your skills or any short comings. They are intended to secure the perimeter once you move in. No one will come or go once we strike... Now, since it appears you are all decided, get moving...
Zion did not give any more time for discussion or debate. As long as they all knew who was with who, then he could focus his attention upon his own part. Ashara had expressed her concern that he was about to walk into a trap. A fact he could not discount from being possible. But at least by triggering their trap while laying one of his own, he would survive this.
He made his way along the road leading from the south, going at a pace slow enough to allow KYBR, Ayora, and Elizabeth a chance to move into position by the time he arrived to the gates...
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Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2020 22:47:43 GMT -8
As Zion stated his claim, there was silence from the quartet. They looked among themselves, obvious dislike for the requirement. To them, the reasoning behind the Sentinels made even less sense to follow them as they were all heading to the same location. Unless they were going to be miles from each other, it only worked to slow the girls down.
But despite the obviousness of their feelings, they simply turned and began heading west a little ways, leaving Kindra to finish the exchange.
"Very well. But don't keep us waiting." Turning from the group she motioned for the Sentinels to follow. Joining the other three, there was silence, though it was obvious they were either speaking each other through the Force or knew each other that well.
Suddenly, without a single warning, all four took a step forward before lwaping into the air, the Force amplifying their speed and their jumps. It was clear they were serious in their task and had no intention of wasting time.
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Post by Ayora Truesong [RETIRED] on Dec 13, 2020 15:17:45 GMT -8
With everything decided and everyone starting to split off in their respective directions, Ayora turned to the Sentinels assigned to hers and Elizabeth's command Let's get moving... She slid her staff off her shoulder and gripped it in her right hand as she took the lead for her group, leading them off toward the eastern flank of the village. Despite their bulk, the Sentinels were what the Jedi Order knew as Iron Knights. Mechanical bodies at the heart of which were crystalline life forms known as Shards that were Force Sensitive. Having been at the Temple as long as she had, their nimbleness came as no surprise as they kept pace
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Post by Elizabeth Lionheart [RETIRED] on Jan 10, 2021 20:33:30 GMT -8
She didn't have much to add on after their instructions were given and Ayora took the lead. Elizabeth shifted her shield on her left arm before following off after Ayora toward the village
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Post by Zion Morviael [RETIRED] on Feb 4, 2021 4:48:43 GMT -8
Zion slipped the lightsaber hilt from his belt as he closed in on the gates. He came to a stop then, reaching out with the Force to confirm everyone was in their places. It took him only a moment to confirm they were ready to go, at which point he opened his eyes and activated the adegan silver blade as he rounded a corner and came into full view of the gates. He hesitated for only a second, before continuing forward when he was not immediately shot
Very well then... Let's get this over with...
Zion reached out his hand and gripped the wooden gates with the force and shattered it into splinters as he tore them from the wall. Blaster fire almost immediately erupted from within the village. His blade came up and sliced through the air, deflecting the shots back or blocking them altogether. But despite the resistance, Zion continued moving forward, using the force to tear at and send parts of the wooden palisade wall at his attackers
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Post by Kurōn on Dec 31, 2021 20:27:07 GMT -8
Location: Ruins of Tyr (Classified)
Rhommamool had been the home to the Tyrian Triumvirate for several decades before it has succumbed to the same problems that claimed every other Sith faction in the galaxy. Betrayal. In the ruins of the biodome that surrounded the once magnificent city of Tyr, the Velvet Rose, a Barloz-Class Freighter, had landed. The crimson sands had reclaimed much over the years. Over half of the former city was now buried beneath the crimson sands. Eventually the entirety of the Tyrian civilization would be consumed, leaving no trace that it ever had existed at all. Garbed in a brown cloak over top of his light powered exoskeleton, Vladimir Savage stood before what remained of the Grand Council Hall. Once a shining beacon of marble and gold, the crimson sands had weathered the structure bad enough to have caused it to collapse. Nothing more than an enormous pile of rubble at this point. But that's not what interested the Zabrak. The still standing pillar across the street from where the Grand Council Hall had been was more important. Concealed within was a turbolift. Obviously defunct now, the shaft led down below the planet's surface. As much as he didn't want to climb down, that was the only option he had. Climbing into the shaft, the Zabrak managed to descend down onto a maintenance platform that also had a shaft running down, parallel to the main shaft. And it had a maintenance car still sitting in its dock. The Zabrak boarded it carefully, then activated it. A few moments later, it squealed to life. The geothermal power grid was still intact enough to provide some power, at the very least. Down, down down, the Zabrak went. Eventually coming to rest at the bottom of the shaft, the Zabrak made his way into a cavernous room with a massive triangular table in the center. Crimson sand had managed to find its way even down here. Dusting everything with a gritty crimson hued layer, the Zabrak ignored that and continued to look around. "Mind" was etched into one corner of the table, "Wings" on another and "Foot" on the last. This is where the Triumvirate had convened in private. How many times had Kalen, Viox and Praxus gathered here? How had the three Sith managed to build and maintain the society that they had? These were all questions that were bouncing around in the Zabrak's mind. None of them were important now, obviously, but still. It would have been interesting to see exactly how his brother operated back in those days, in stark comparison to the megalomaniacal tyrant he was now. And to watch him cooperate with others as equals. It would have been a sight. Finding an overturned chair, the Zabrak dragged it over to the "Wings" corner of the table and sat down. Now all he had to do was wait.
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Post by Viox Savage on Jan 12, 2022 16:44:35 GMT -8
Ruins of the Grand City of Tyr.
The Infiltrator carrying Viox Savage, streaked through the skies above the crimson world once more. Descending lower, towards the crimson dunes, towards the ruins of the Grand City of Tyr. Formerly a massive, bio-domed city, it had been erased from most records or classified after the Tyrian Triumvirate had fallen. With the deaths of Praxus, Dealthstalker and eventually Kalen, and the disappearance of Amaris Jade, Viox fled the world and abandoned any and all claims he may have still had to it. Closing that chapter of his life, Rhommamool became nothing more than a footnote in his history. At least it had, until Malvus had summoned him here to cement an alliance that would serve as the foundations for that was now the Blackguard Imperium. And now again, it would serve one final purpose. As the Infiltrator finally skirted the ground, landing in what would have been the courtyard to the Grand Council Hall, the Zabrak was already lowering the ramp and descending. Wind whipped at his cloak and the sand stung his face and eyes. Despite that, the Zabrak moved to the pillar that had been recently disturbed. Someone had been here, very recently. And he had his assumptions on exactly who it was. Knowing that the turbolift was inoperable, the Zabrak merely glared down the darkened shaft. Gritting his teeth in annoyance, he gathered the Force around him and stepped into the shaft, plummeting to the bottom. Wind roaring past his ears, cloak rustling around him, the Zabrak used the Force to slow his descent, landing softly on top of the turbolift that now resided at the bottom of the shaft. Using the Force to open the emergency hatch, the Zabrak dropped onto the lift and exited out onto the floor it had been left at. The Halls of the Triumvirate...and seated at the furthest point of the triangular table, was his brother, Vladimir Savage. Snorting in a sort of annoyed amusement at his brother's choice in seating, the Zabrak merely turned his attentions to the now ruined oil paintings that were surprisingly still hanging on the walls.
"Your sense of irony is spot on...brother...I must applaud you for it..."
And irony it was. Choosing this location, of all the possibilities for this to transpire, was the epitome of irony, at least for Viox. And he doubted that the irony was lost on his brother, either. After all, he had spent some time here as well. He had even lost his life here once...very long ago. Which was also ironic, considering what Viox was here to do. He continued to absently focus on the tapestries, waiting for his brother to speak.
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Post by Kurōn on Jan 12, 2022 16:58:14 GMT -8
It had taken longer than he had anticipated it would, for his brother to arrive. But, soon enough, the empty, gnawing sensation began to make itself know to his senses. Viox had arrived. As the strength of the sensation increased with every passing minute, finally it peaked as the Zabrak stepped out of the darkened lift. Intentional or not, his brother always seemed to favor the dramatics when it suited him. Watching his brother, while remaining seated at the table, he snorted in amusement at Viox's comment.
"No greater than your own, I'm sure..."
Vlad commented, dryly. He knew why he was here and he knew why his brother was here. Too long had he remained removed from galactic affairs, abandoning his charge as a Jedi, as a Knight of Ren and as a Jedi Lord. No longer could he claim to walk the path of the light, to be a keeper of the peace. No, he had neglected his responsibilities for far too long. And it was a source of great shame to him, though that wasn't why this was transpiring the way it was. Ever since he had returned from the Netherworld, all those years ago, he had felt wrong, out of place. Despite being effective in whatever his chosen profession was, he was never meant to come back. What was dead should stay dead, had once been said to him. And, it had taken him a long time to come to terms with that statement, but here he was. Finally at peace with what was going to happen. And, if he could help his brother one last time, then he would rest peacefully. Turning in his seat to face his brother as he pretended to be interested in the cracked and peeling tapestries still adorning the walls, Vlad spoke.
"I'm just going to come out and say this...current alignments aside, I harbor no ill will towards you, my brother. I failed to be your protector, after it all happened. I got away from him. I managed to find peace from his torments. And I am truly sorry that I abandoned you to that...no one deserved to go through what you endured...who and what you are is entirely on me. You were my responsibility..."
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Post by Viox Savage on Jan 12, 2022 17:23:44 GMT -8
Vlad's words rang hollow in his ears. As the admission left his lips, Viox spun on his heel and strode right up to his brother, bending over to face him.
"I do not need, nor want your pathetic apologies! This does not absolve you of your past sins nor make amends for anything that has transpired since then."
Gritting his teeth angrily, the Zabrak turned away from his brother.
"At one point in time, I would have welcomed an apology and an admission of guilt from you because it would have meant everything to hear my older brother admit he was wrong and is the reason why his younger brother is the way he is...at one point I may have even cared that you were my brother...now...? Now, I do not."
Still not facing his brother, both hearts beating heavily within his chest, the Zabrak's left hand raised slightly, and he formed a vise with his index finger and thumb.
"Consider this an act of mercy...for the one you didn't have the spine to commit for me because you were two afraid of HIM!"
Pure hatred towards his brother coursed through his veins. At one point, when his brother could have made a difference, he didn't—admitting that now changed nothing. And feigning remorse and sympathy was insulting. Turning to face his brother, who was now standing on his tiptoes, clutching his throat, Savage sneered at him and spoke.
"Xander will get his, mark my words. I will make him beg for a death that will never come, and he will forever serve me...you, however, have entirely outlived your usefulness. You are nothing more than the culmination of failure after failure. No longer fit to bear our name, just an unnatural mistake that needs to be rectified..."
Walking closer to his brother, where he hung mere inches off the floor, the Sith'ari's fierce yellow eyes bored into his brother.
"I do not care if you feel at peace or not. Be burdened with your guilt and shame. Know that the last thing you will ever witness in this world is the one you once called brother, slowly and painfully squeezing the life out of you. Know that in the moments before your death, you will not see an ounce of remorse, compassion, or sympathy from me. And know that you have failed in every aspect you have attempted. You failed as a Jedi, a Knight of Ren, a Jedi Lord, and a father. And know that she will die simply because of your failures..."
And with that, Zabrak's thumb and index finger made contact, and he flicked his wrist. A loud SNAP echoed throughout the darkened chamber as the body was dropped to the floor. Vladimir Savage was dead. With nothing else here for him, the Zabrak took one last look around and then turned on his heel, walking back to the ajar turbo-lift doors. Leaping up the shaft, propelled by the Force, the Zabrak landed at the top and emerged onto what had been a street, though it was now buried under the shifting sands. Boarding his Infiltrator, the Zabrak seated himself on the bridge in the pilot's seat and gripped the controls. Lifting the ship off the crimson surface, it accelerates skywards, leaving behind the legacy of Rhommamool.
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