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Post by Spectres of Midnight on Apr 17, 2020 12:43:55 GMT -8
Xar nodded as he removed his two sabers from his belt, leaving them inactive for a moment. Like a flood, their troops would run through the station, bringing down its forces. They would tend to the stronger foes, primarily the one who oversaw this structure and led these men.
"I sense it, too, master. That desire will be his undoing and can be used to break him as we continue to show just what we possess. That should make him easy to defeat or to turn to the ways of the Blackguard." Knowledge was the greatest weapon one could possess. And the more one knew the more that could be exploited. The truth that Venom brought up was a great boon to them in the long run.
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Post by Luxeria on Apr 24, 2020 13:14:44 GMT -8
Despite having received word of the battles raging through the cult's territories, it seemed that the fleet over Jaguada wasn't quite prepared for Luxeria's arrival. The moment they arrived and were in range, her ships began firing laying some decent damage before return fire came. Fighters launched quickly and began to intercept the enemy starfighters while making runs against the capital ships themselves.
The battle raged on for some time as the two fleets closed in on each other, her nine ships versus their two. Her fleet spread out in order to surround them, the Harrowers focusing on the Harrowers with the Exar aiding them. The action alone forced a split of firepower for the enemy's stronger ships, allowing Luxeria to focus more attention on dealing heavy damage. The remaining six focused on the last three, outnumbering them two to one. Before long, the ships began to fall until none remained.
Once the area had been cleared, she ordered the Interdictors into place, the gravity well projectors active. With her side finished, she was ready to spring the trap.
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Post by Lyrica Starlight on May 2, 2020 18:54:23 GMT -8
Titus gave what amounted to a reptilian smile before he fell in step beside the Princess while his group kept close behind. Their bulky frames meant that the Gladiators all dwarfed the Aldar in size and mass. As such, they did not pay too much heed to the looks and stares they were receiving from the padawans and younglings that were bringing up the rear escort. No doubt they were the largest beings any of the Aldar had ever seen. In fact, most of them were bulkier than many of their own people. So this fascination with them was nothing new for any of the quartet of warriors.
Indeed, when they arrived to the airlock some time later, it was something of a surprise to see such aesthetically different warriors within the Aldar. There was still much and more he could and would learn about them as time went on. He remained silent for the time being, letting the conversation between this Battle Lord Rell of the Ebon Guard and the Princess play outLet us hope it remains that way and there are no hidden traps...As they passed through the airlock, the Gladiators spread out ahead of the group, with Tetraides pulling his shield in close and leveling his cannon toward the hallway leading deeper into the vessel. Quintus moved over to examine the Ebon Guard's work, checking the power packs and the serial numbers on the droids in case it became relevant later. Titus, meanwhile, had his mind on other more pressing matters as he surveyed the scene. Thankful that so far the droids appeared to be out of commissionWe should focus on securing the reactors and the bridge. The sooner we can get access to the droid control systems, the sooner we can make sure they are shut down and avoid any disastrous traps... [ Princess Lyrica Starlight | Bridge | Main Deck | AFV Whisper ] Attn: Maximus Titus [RETIRED] “Agreed,” said Rell, “I have men ready to accompany you if needed. It's best if you take lead from here. Our familiarity with Separatist technology is dwarfed by anyone not of us.”Since the Aldar were only recently reintroduced to the galaxy at large, there was still a great deal of history they had to catch up on, and what little they've learned told them that it would take some time before they were at least competent enough to not utterly bollocks up an encounter. At a nod from the still smiling princess, everyone drew blades, blasters, bowcasters or lightsabers. They secured the boarding room completely before moving towards the next door.“My lord,” piped up Lyrica and she stood near him, “we follow you.”Several eager looking knights clustered around the princess, looking up at the Chistori with admiration and anticipation. Escort fleet complement:
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Post by Prophet C'thyl on May 13, 2020 8:24:46 GMT -8
Pammant. A world, which has entered the abyss. A monument to the Prophet's vision.
As the Zatarus slowly approached the orbit of the fallen Quarren world only the wreckage of a few leftover Clone Wars war ships alongside the former devastated dock sides reminded of the tragic past, which this planet befell during the Quaestor incident. A planet, destroyed within a single hyperspace accident, the core area of the planet still radiating up to this day. The Prophet stood next to Elre Zhir, one of his most trusted commanders and sorceress aboard, solely having eyes for the destruction which has been caused in the past. The Nautolan sorceress noted C'Thyl's interest and realized once more the wisdom within her master's grand sheme. In closer range laid the Pammant Docks, the orbital shipyard still operational. Currently it was utilized by the Dominion as a mining site in order to harvest some of the larger planet masses, which had drifted away from the radiating center, producing mostly mining ships.
With the subjugation of Jabiim, the mass production of ships would become more urgent than ever, especially in light of the resistance that the plans of the Dominion might face: From the inside and the outside. Given their infamous past, the Pammant Dockyards were an ideal base for secret operations and furthermore a good testing site. It would take time until most of the wharfts would be restored and enhanced enough to resist the hazardous conditions within near reach - yet the Prophet was willing to take that cost. "The dropships are ready for launch, my Prophet", the Nautolan solely commented in her cold, yet arousing voice, "The technicians assume that the station will be ready in a few years, if we keep to the standart safety regulations - I've ensured that we can fasten up the process by cutting the regulations. Our most recent workforce from Jabiim will fasten up the repairing most likely. If they don't keep to what they were told to do, the troopers aboard can ensure that air will become a luxury good within no time. Handchosen men, brainwashed and loyal to our cause, master." "You won't disappoint me, Elre Zhir, for I have seen already the potential", the Prophet commented dry, as he nodded, "Continiue with the order, for we will build another pillar for the end goal. And ensure that we can repurpose... the wreckages." The Prophet's eyes rested only briefly on the drifting hulls of the few larger Separatist warships, which had once docked here - unfinished frames and skeletal hulls, which only partially revealed what weapons of mass destruction the former Clone Wars factions were about to produce within this sector. It was the main reason why the Prophet came for he hoped to harvest the remnants of titan corpses to awake dormant leviathans, the durasteel predators of the galaxy, once more.
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Post by Viox Savage on May 17, 2020 16:42:37 GMT -8
Nfolgai - Blackguard Staging Area.Lingering several hundred kilometers away from any major hyperspace route, the Sith'ari's personal fleet hung, poised to strike upon the heretical Sith that had claimed the Sith Worlds. With Khar Delba pacified, and Dromund Kaas well underway to being secured, the remnants of the heretic forces over Bosthirdar, Jaguada and Dromund Kalakar were either being routed or engaged as they retreated. Sitting on the bridge of the Resurrection, the Sith'ari was lost in thought. Visions of his apprentice, mortally wounded and in grave danger flashed through his mind. Vasari was in trouble. Normally, he wouldn't be so concerned, but he did develop a bond with the young Zabrak. He might have actually cared for her too, though there would never be an admission of that. All he knew is, she was wounded and dying. And if he was interpreting the visions correctly, he could smell musty books and feel a the tantalizing draw of forbidden knowledge. Knowing his apprentice, she would have retreated somewhere familiar. Somewhere she considered to be safe. While that didn't narrow down the options, the musty scent of the Archives in the Sith Academy on Iridonia was unmistakable. Though even there, she would be difficult to locate. Having spent lots of her younger academy years scouring the library and archives for hidden troves and secrets, Vasari had several preferred nooks she liked to hide away in. No matter, he would find her. He needed to find her. Rising from his seat, he called to his XO."Commodore, I must...leave for a time. Continue to monitor the situation and inform me if anything changes. We will strike once the retreating forces regroup here."Without waiting for a response, the Sith'ari left the bridge, arriving in the hangar bay several minutes later. Climbing aboard his Infiltrator, his destination was clear. He needed to return to Iridonia's Sith Academy. To the Library and Archives... Nfolgai. Long forgotten by the Sith, until now. The Millennial Dark Force Cult had spread throughout the bulk of the Sith Worlds, inhabiting them and poisoning them with their false teachings from a false prophet. After initially cleansing a holdout of these 'heretics' on Ziost, Jen'ari Malvus had, in his travels, encountered signs of more of these heretics. Upon further investigation and months of preparation, the Sith'ari used this in a step to achieving his ultimate goal. Making these heretics the number one enemy of the Blackguard, dozens of ships amassed over Mustafar at the Sith'ari's call to arms. The largest Sith armada seen to date. From Mustafar, orders were handed out and each respective fleet had been assigned a specific task. Malvus was to take his fleet and spearhead the invasion of the Sith Worlds, starting with Bothirsda. Luxeria was to head to Khar Delba, route the foe there, then make haste to Jaguada to head off any retreating heretics from the other worlds. Znalost was to take Dromund Kaas and Wraak was to acquire the Dromund Kalakar Shipyards. Upon completion of their respective tasks, they were to rendezvous with the Sith'ari's personal fleet several hundred kilometres out in the middle of no where, poised to strike at the final stronghold the heretics possessed. It was here that the cultists fled to. It was here they thumbed their nose at the Blackguard. And it was here that would be their grave...
Having returned from an emergency trip to Iridonia, to investigate and subsequently rescue his apprentice, Sith'ari Viox Savage had spent the better part of the trip back to his fleet inside a bacta tank to ensure he was in fighting shape. Mentally and physically taxing, he had managed to find and rescue his apprentice from certain death. And now, now he was ready to end the heretics, once and for all. As the others finished up their appointed tasks, soon they would all amass here, and then they would strike at these heretics...and wipe them from the face of the galaxy...
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Post by The Corruption on May 20, 2020 22:07:46 GMT -8
There was no clear passage of time in the inky blackness between stars. No evident landmarks, no relevant indicators at all. If a single standard lifeform had been left to drift here, abandoned, it surely would have gone mad.
Thankfully, the drifting mass that had once embodied a Leviathan Seed was no ordinary lifeform. It, like all its kind, had sight across the galaxy where the Spread had taken hold. It had watched through the battle, had seen as its kindred on Yavin IV had fought and triumphed, had mourned as their work and eventually their cause was lost. It had seen the Interrogator, had felt the Frozians fall, had laughed at the Algarans' attempts at defense. It knew victory and defeat, acquisition and loss, life and death, all through the lens of the hive mind that sustained it.
Orders rose and fell across the galaxy, spread and squabbled and skirmished, but as they did, so too did their knowledge. As it found its Spread halted and reversed on several fronts, the collective had recalled itself, sending what forces it did not need to fuel the growth of the drifting Seed. Its endless journey through the void had seen ships and species alike added to its mass; it was a last bastion of sorts, a specimen unscarred by the weapons of fleshlings, growing with what it could and watching as it went.
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Post by Prophet C'thyl on May 21, 2020 3:15:47 GMT -8
There was no clear passage of time in the inky blackness between stars. No evident landmarks, no relevant indicators at all. If a single standard lifeform had been left to drift here, abandoned, it surely would have gone mad.
Thankfully, the drifting mass that had once embodied a Leviathan Seed was no ordinary lifeform. It, like all its kind, had sight across the galaxy where the Spread had taken hold. It had watched through the battle, had seen as its kindred on Yavin IV had fought and triumphed, had mourned as their work and eventually their cause was lost. It had seen the Interrogator, had felt the Frozians fall, had laughed at the Algarans' attempts at defense. It knew victory and defeat, acquisition and loss, life and death, all through the lens of the hive mind that sustained it.
Orders rose and fell across the galaxy, spread and squabbled and skirmished, but as they did, so too did their knowledge. As it found its Spread halted and reversed on several fronts, the collective had recalled itself, sending what forces it did not need to fuel the growth of the drifting Seed. Its endless journey through the void had seen ships and species alike added to its mass; it was a last bastion of sorts, a specimen unscarred by the weapons of fleshlings, growing with what it could and watching as it went. The seed would not go unnoticed, as soon enough smaller Dominion ships would pass by the object, sending reports of a strange vessel of biological origin towards nearby systems on the communication arrays - until contact suddenly broke up and of the ships was never heard of... for the moment. Quicker than one would assume the Prophet would react on these events himself, ordering solely his flagship, the Providence-class Destroyer Zatarus to escort him on this mission.It seemed that fate was on the Dominion's side, as C'Thyl had already heard from the Old One, the Great Deity, that the galaxis had already known as The Corruption. Like another powerful entity, who had once escaped from the depths of the Maw, this hivemind was something that had the potential to end the entire galaxy, wipe it clean from within.
Using a Manta-class Infiltrator to reach his destination, the Prophet left the Zatarus at some point, when sensing the closer presence of the core, going on hyperdrive towards the next systems. The shuttle would eventually approach the Leviathan core uncloaked for there was no reason to hide. C'Thyl had came to welcome the seed of legends, of which he had heard from for all the years that he had planned out the foundations of the Dominion.
His insane mind was for the moment calm, keeping away the tides of voices, which drove him, as he stepped out of the shuttle in hopes to communicate with this being - it was hard to predict what might happen for the future offered many possibilities of what might come. However, the Prophet knew that he was one of few people, who had the power to negotiate with what was waiting for him. One of the mightiest Sith Sorcerors of the galaxy would now meet a being, some would consider as a true god, face to face. A moment of truth.
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Post by Viox Savage on May 23, 2020 10:39:14 GMT -8
Ord Radama. A short trip away from Ziost and the rest of the Sith Worlds of the Esstran Sector. Known for its wines as well as its mineral deposits. During the Jedi Civil War it aligned with the Sith Empire. And again, the reformed Sith Empire had managed to claim it for a time. And so, as history often did, it repeated itself. This time, however, the Blackguard Imperium laid claim to the world. Reinforcing the world and ensuring steady supply lines, Ord Radama became a fortress world and a buffer for the Sith Worlds. It also allowed for a much quicker response, should anything threaten Ziost or any other surrounding territory. Utilizing the infrastructure from millennia past, the Blackguard Imperium dug in and stood fast.
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Post by The Corruption on May 27, 2020 20:00:05 GMT -8
The seed would not go unnoticed, as soon enough smaller Dominion ships would pass by the object, sending reports of a strange vessel of biological origin towards nearby systems on the communication arrays - until contact suddenly broke up and of the ships was never heard of... for the moment. Quicker than one would assume the Prophet would react on these events himself, ordering solely his flagship, the Providence-class Destroyer Zatarus to escort him on this mission.It seemed that fate was on the Dominion's side, as C'Thyl had already heard from the Old One, the Great Deity, that the galaxis had already known as The Corruption. Like another powerful entity, who had once escaped from the depths of the Maw, this hivemind was something that had the potential to end the entire galaxy, wipe it clean from within.
Using a Manta-class Infiltrator to reach his destination, the Prophet left the Zatarus at some point, when sensing the closer presence of the core, going on hyperdrive towards the next systems. The shuttle would eventually approach the Leviathan core uncloaked for there was no reason to hide. C'Thyl had came to welcome the seed of legends, of which he had heard from for all the years that he had planned out the foundations of the Dominion.
His insane mind was for the moment calm, keeping away the tides of voices, which drove him, as he stepped out of the shuttle in hopes to communicate with this being - it was hard to predict what might happen for the future offered many possibilities of what might come. However, the Prophet knew that he was one of few people, who had the power to negotiate with what was waiting for him. One of the mightiest Sith Sorcerors of the galaxy would now meet a being, some would consider as a true god, face to face. A moment of truth. The coming ship was noted and tracked, a few assimilated ship cannons turning to follow its approach towards a stable landing area. They looked on without firing a shot, though, and allowed the Prophet's Infiltrator to land in silence. As it did so, the Manta's struts sank slightly in the surface, and the cannons turned to resume their upward alignment.
When the sorcerer exited his ship, he would find that a scant atmosphere did exist here, held from the void by the Leviathan's mass. Rocky outcroppings spread out from beyond this clearing, the seemingly mountainous terrain dotted and plastered with amalgamated starship parts, extending on to the unnatural horizon. All of this -- the terrain, the twisted durasteel fields, all of it -- was coated with varying levels of blue veins, spiderwebbing across the entirety of this place. The ambient colour was enough to illuminate the area, and waves of pulsating light could be discerned traveling throughout the vast network. As the sorcerer stepped forward, his boots, like the struts, would sink slightly into the surface of the blue; had he not come with prior knowledge, this would surely betray the organic nature of the entity upon which he now stood. Unnoticed, however, was the continued unfettered approach provided to this being..
He had come alone, had sought them out rather than the other way around; and though the ground stuck to his boots, small tendrils falling away from his soles by virtue of its nature, it did not attach itself and Spread as it so clearly had to so many others. This one had made the first outreach, after all.. it wouldn't do to take what he was offering before the offer was made.
The pulsating light sped up in its frequency, until the light in the area where he stood seemed akin to a day under a blue sun. With it, the ground began to rumble, not with motion but with sound, sound that seemed to force its way into his skull only to emanate from within it.[[You move with purpose.]]As it spoke, so too did a thousand other voices, calling out and clamoring as one, the collective bringing its weight to bear as it regarded this singular fleshling upon its mass.[[Why have you come?]]
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Post by Maximus Titus [RETIRED] on May 28, 2020 0:44:22 GMT -8
[ Princess Lyrica Starlight | Bridge | Main Deck | AFV Whisper ] Attn: Maximus Titus [RETIRED] “Agreed,” said Rell, “I have men ready to accompany you if needed. It's best if you take lead from here. Our familiarity with Separatist technology is dwarfed by anyone not of us.”Since the Aldar were only recently reintroduced to the galaxy at large, there was still a great deal of history they had to catch up on, and what little they've learned told them that it would take some time before they were at least competent enough to not utterly bollocks up an encounter. At a nod from the still smiling princess, everyone drew blades, blasters, bowcasters or lightsabers. They secured the boarding room completely before moving towards the next door.“My lord,” piped up Lyrica and she stood near him, “we follow you.”Several eager looking knights clustered around the princess, looking up at the Chistori with admiration and anticipation. Escort fleet complement: Titus had expected something like this to happen. He gave a nod down to Lyrica as she stated they would follow him. Quintus lifted his gaze from the pile of powerpacks thenVery well... Quintus, take Flamma and Tetraides with you to secure the reactor. Battle Lord Rhell, have some of your men go with them. Every body else, we make for the bridge...With the group divided, Titus lead the way through the Separatist Supply Ship. The spot the Archonian Longhorn Fire Cruiser had docked with the Supply Ship at was around the front of the left half sphere. This meant there was a few minutes walking through the ships various twisting and turning corridors. Titus lead the group with Spartacus and Crixus bringing up the rear, while the Aldar were arrayed in their own ranks in the middleThankfully it appears some power is still going to the life support systems, otherwise we might have been in trouble...In truth, had it not been for the organic commanders that had become more prevalent in the Separatist army, these vessels likely would have had no life support systems. After all, droids didn't require an atmosphere to operate. Something which would have been one hell of a retrofit for them to get added in.
A few minutes more passed by before they finally arrived to the bridge. It was a fairly typical Separatist layout. There was the command seat upon which a Tactical Droid would usually be seated, with a holo projector just in front and a pair of consoles in front of that. A short ramp lead down to the next level where a half dozen consoles were located, with another short ramp leading down to the "ground" floor where seated positioned consoles were situatedSpread out and check what is online. I'll get to work on making sure the droids are offline... Lyrica, I recommend you stay close...He moved over to one of the two uppermost consoles while Spartacus headed down to the lower levels, checking various consoles. Crixus, meanwhile, took up a guard position at the door. Titus pulled out his comm link thenQuintus, how is securing the reactor going? Quintus had given Titus a nod, before leading Flamma, Tetraides, and what ever men Battle Lord Rhell had spared them. While Titus lead his group one way, Quintus led his group another way, heading from their boarding point and through the ship to the reactor room. It was not an overly long trip down to the hangar bay at the back of which sat the reactor. Its placement and positioning was on the list of things that Quintus was certain would be altered. There was record of at least one ship in the Clone Wars having been blown up because of this set upLets secure this position and get the reactor back up to full power...With their orders given, Quintus approached the main console while the others spread out to check other stations and inspect the reactor. The console came to live and displayed a series of power and fuel readouts as the comm from Titus came throughEverything appears to be all good on this end. I'll begin diverting power from the cannons... Titus navigated a number of console screens, working his way through to the security defence protocols. They all appeared to be offline and there didn't appear to be any logs of hidden troops being left behind that were still online. He turned toward Lyrica thenIt looks like that at most, there was a contingent of bee one battle droids left aboard. I'd recommend you begin ferrying over the droids you brought along. The guns will be offline.
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Post by Prophet C'thyl on May 29, 2020 6:51:59 GMT -8
The coming ship was noted and tracked, a few assimilated ship cannons turning to follow its approach towards a stable landing area. They looked on without firing a shot, though, and allowed the Prophet's Infiltrator to land in silence. As it did so, the Manta's struts sank slightly in the surface, and the cannons turned to resume their upward alignment.
When the sorcerer exited his ship, he would find that a scant atmosphere did exist here, held from the void by the Leviathan's mass. Rocky outcroppings spread out from beyond this clearing, the seemingly mountainous terrain dotted and plastered with amalgamated starship parts, extending on to the unnatural horizon. All of this -- the terrain, the twisted durasteel fields, all of it -- was coated with varying levels of blue veins, spiderwebbing across the entirety of this place. The ambient colour was enough to illuminate the area, and waves of pulsating light could be discerned traveling throughout the vast network. As the sorcerer stepped forward, his boots, like the struts, would sink slightly into the surface of the blue; had he not come with prior knowledge, this would surely betray the organic nature of the entity upon which he now stood. Unnoticed, however, was the continued unfettered approach provided to this being..
He had come alone, had sought them out rather than the other way around; and though the ground stuck to his boots, small tendrils falling away from his soles by virtue of its nature, it did not attach itself and Spread as it so clearly had to so many others. This one had made the first outreach, after all.. it wouldn't do to take what he was offering before the offer was made.
The pulsating light sped up in its frequency, until the light in the area where he stood seemed akin to a day under a blue sun. With it, the ground began to rumble, not with motion but with sound, sound that seemed to force its way into his skull only to emanate from within it.[[You move with purpose.]]As it spoke, so too did a thousand other voices, calling out and clamoring as one, the collective bringing its weight to bear as it regarded this singular fleshling upon its mass.[[Why have you come?]] Opening up his arms within this ambience as if he welcomed it, the Dark Prophet would stop, looking up towards the blue sun briefly, before closing his eyes. This blue substance, pulsating vibrantly, was the life essence of the ones he had seeked. He felt their presence, their voices were many - just like the voices he had heard before, when C'Thyl was born from the abyss below the oceans of Mon Calamari, his former past thrown away like an insect the husk from which it had evolved.
"I came to speak with the gods, for I have waited for your arrival", the Prophet replied devout and at the same time stern, "I have heard of your achievements when I traveled across the unknown regions, heard of the influence you hold over others, know of the planets you have claimed for your own. The voices fortold that we would meet some day, for the universe is destined to be controlled by your kind." The Prophet made a brief pause before he continiued, knowing that his words were important. He was a powerful darksider, potentially even capable of rivaling some of the Sith Lords on his own - yet in the presence of this entity even he was vulnerable, if he made a mistake. The Quarren Dominion would survive without the Prophet, yet he came with a purpose. "The Gods, whom I herald and WE have come to you to offer you an allegiance. WE believe that Entropy is what the universe will eventually await, for life is nothing but a circle of endless torture. You will have the means to support US on our agenda and consume the worlds that lay upon our path of breaking the circle. For only Gods like you live outside of it. In return, we can offer you ships... worlds... entire systems to infest. Your survival is towards US important, as WE can offer you everything you demand."
It was notable, that C'Thyl himself seemed to speak with multiple voices as well, whenever he refered to himself and the gods he served in plural. He saw the Corruption clearly as one of the entities, which even the Knell of Muspilli had once worshipped, perhaps even summoned at one point forth into the world - however, it was obvious that there were other voices involved, other beings, which one would consider deities, that spoke from the Prophet. C'Thyl had come as a servant and negotiator at the same time, for his mind was a gap between material space and a cosmos, where darker horrors dwelled.
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Post by Lyrica Starlight on Jun 1, 2020 12:45:11 GMT -8
Titus had expected something like this to happen. He gave a nod down to Lyrica as she stated they would follow him. Quintus lifted his gaze from the pile of powerpacks thenVery well... Quintus, take Flamma and Tetraides with you to secure the reactor. Battle Lord Rhell, have some of your men go with them. Every body else, we make for the bridge...With the group divided, Titus lead the way through the Separatist Supply Ship. The spot the Archonian Longhorn Fire Cruiser had docked with the Supply Ship at was around the front of the left half sphere. This meant there was a few minutes walking through the ships various twisting and turning corridors. Titus lead the group with Spartacus and Crixus bringing up the rear, while the Aldar were arrayed in their own ranks in the middleThankfully it appears some power is still going to the life support systems, otherwise we might have been in trouble...In truth, had it not been for the organic commanders that had become more prevalent in the Separatist army, these vessels likely would have had no life support systems. After all, droids didn't require an atmosphere to operate. Something which would have been one hell of a retrofit for them to get added in.
A few minutes more passed by before they finally arrived to the bridge. It was a fairly typical Separatist layout. There was the command seat upon which a Tactical Droid would usually be seated, with a holo projector just in front and a pair of consoles in front of that. A short ramp lead down to the next level where a half dozen consoles were located, with another short ramp leading down to the "ground" floor where seated positioned consoles were situatedSpread out and check what is online. I'll get to work on making sure the droids are offline... Lyrica, I recommend you stay close...He moved over to one of the two uppermost consoles while Spartacus headed down to the lower levels, checking various consoles. Crixus, meanwhile, took up a guard position at the door. Titus pulled out his comm link thenQuintus, how is securing the reactor going? Quintus had given Titus a nod, before leading Flamma, Tetraides, and what ever men Battle Lord Rhell had spared them. While Titus lead his group one way, Quintus led his group another way, heading from their boarding point and through the ship to the reactor room. It was not an overly long trip down to the hangar bay at the back of which sat the reactor. Its placement and positioning was on the list of things that Quintus was certain would be altered. There was record of at least one ship in the Clone Wars having been blown up because of this set upLets secure this position and get the reactor back up to full power...With their orders given, Quintus approached the main console while the others spread out to check other stations and inspect the reactor. The console came to live and displayed a series of power and fuel readouts as the comm from Titus came throughEverything appears to be all good on this end. I'll begin diverting power from the cannons... Titus navigated a number of console screens, working his way through to the security defence protocols. They all appeared to be offline and there didn't appear to be any logs of hidden troops being left behind that were still online. He turned toward Lyrica thenIt looks like that at most, there was a contingent of bee one battle droids left aboard. I'd recommend you begin ferrying over the droids you brought along. The guns will be offline. [ Princess Lyrica Starlight | Bridge | Main Deck | Seperatist Supply Ship ] Attn: Maximus Titus [RETIRED] Lyrica smiled and nodded. She'd stuck close to the Chistori throughout the journey. Rhell had obeyed Maximus Titus without question, silently handpicking several knights to accompany Quintus. He'd sent Aldar and Bloodsworn who were even stonier looking than thought possible for Aldar, but the grim looking folk were visibly battle-hardened, moved with supple grace, and had a hand on their weapons, while their eyes scanned for danger around every corner.
The princess and her entourage, however, were a slightly different matter.
Aside from Rhell and his own men, the rest would occasionally whisper in excitement as they travelled along in the wake of the Chistori and his people. They regularly slowed down to look at things, or point. Despite this, they were nearly as alert or watchful as the dour folk with Quintus, and their hands hung loosely and near to their lightsabers or other weapons of choice. Lyrica herself was the only one seemingly ill-prepared for danger, but again, looks could be deceptive. The short swords sheathed along the small of her back said she was not as harmless as she appeared, and there was a lightsaber hidden on her person as well.“Bring in the automatons.” Instructed Lyrica into a comlink, and back at the docks, several divisions of humanoid droids began to activate and get into formation. They were all black and gold lacquered, with streaks of white and neon cyan blue. Their faces were very human looking, but it looked like a mask. The droids began their march towards the bridge.
The princess turned to look up at the Chistori as they entered, “Where do you need them?” Escort fleet complement:
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Post by The Corruption on Jun 8, 2020 22:13:07 GMT -8
Opening up his arms within this ambience as if he welcomed it, the Dark Prophet would stop, looking up towards the blue sun briefly, before closing his eyes. This blue substance, pulsating vibrantly, was the life essence of the ones he had seeked. He felt their presence, their voices were many - just like the voices he had heard before, when C'Thyl was born from the abyss below the oceans of Mon Calamari, his former past thrown away like an insect the husk from which it had evolved.
"I came to speak with the gods, for I have waited for your arrival", the Prophet replied devout and at the same time stern, "I have heard of your achievements when I traveled across the unknown regions, heard of the influence you hold over others, know of the planets you have claimed for your own. The voices fortold that we would meet some day, for the universe is destined to be controlled by your kind." The Prophet made a brief pause before he continiued, knowing that his words were important. He was a powerful darksider, potentially even capable of rivaling some of the Sith Lords on his own - yet in the presence of this entity even he was vulnerable, if he made a mistake. The Quarren Dominion would survive without the Prophet, yet he came with a purpose. "The Gods, whom I herald and WE have come to you to offer you an allegiance. WE believe that Entropy is what the universe will eventually await, for life is nothing but a circle of endless torture. You will have the means to support US on our agenda and consume the worlds that lay upon our path of breaking the circle. For only Gods like you live outside of it. In return, we can offer you ships... worlds... entire systems to infest. Your survival is towards US important, as WE can offer you everything you demand."
It was notable, that C'Thyl himself seemed to speak with multiple voices as well, whenever he refered to himself and the gods he served in plural. He saw the Corruption clearly as one of the entities, which even the Knell of Muspilli had once worshipped, perhaps even summoned at one point forth into the world - however, it was obvious that there were other voices involved, other beings, which one would consider deities, that spoke from the Prophet. C'Thyl had come as a servant and negotiator at the same time, for his mind was a gap between material space and a cosmos, where darker horrors dwelled. As the Prophet spoke, the Leviathan listened; when his voice split, however, the blue in the area deepened, and the sensation of being watched would increase. Besides the weight of this world bearing down on him, though, there was no immediate reaction. When he finished speaking, his words would echo around the area, the whispers of plurality repeating themselves before fading beneath another slowly growing rumble.[[You speak well, fleshling.]]Though a cacophony of thousands clamored over one another to speak each word, the satisfaction in the rumble was hard to mistake.[[Too long has it been since our praise was sung.]]
The rumble strengthened and waned in succession, repeating as discordant voices weighed in to help approximate a series of low chuckles.
[[Your collective would.. advance our Spread.]]
Some of the voices finished that as a statement, thinking ahead to the possibilities. Some of them sounded questioning, seeking confirmation of this fleshling's intent. All of them sounded reverent.
The Spread had been silenced for too long indeed...
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Post by Deleted on Jun 15, 2020 17:46:03 GMT -8
Odacer-Faustin, a planet within the Odacer-Faustin system in the Esstran Sector, has a cold and harsh terrain. Heavy snow and high winds constantly buffeted the planet. It was home to a Sith Academy during the Cold War, founded by Darth Drear. When the academy was created, Darth Drear built a Sith temple underneath the library, which contained scores of ancient Sith lore. Later, he hid his holocron in the temple. Another feature of the academy was the enormous, black tower that was the central point of the academy. It was here that Darth Scabrous kept his secret laboratory on the very top of the tower. Nobody at the academy knew about the temple or the holocron except Scabrous and the Neti librarian, Dail'Liss. Darth Scabrous unlocked the secrets in the holocron, which held the secrets to eternal life. This holocron contained a formula and a list of ingredients to create an ancient Sith potion that granted immortality. However, this potion killed the subject first, then turned them into a ravenous, cannibalistic zombie. Sometime after the Sith Worlds Campaign and before hiring Smugglers to found the Holy City of the Sith.The Silent Observer exited hyperspace above Odacer-Faustin and began its' decedent to the planet's snow covered surface. Lord Znalost had found a reference to the world during the Blackguard's Invasion of Dromound Kaas. He was very interested in the Library that was located above the Sith Academy as well as Darth Scabrous' Tower at the center of the academy. Znalost was intrigued by the zombies the dark lord had created and wondered if his zombies could be improved upon with the data from the dark lord. Lord Znalost was suffering from an unknown sickness most likely obtained from one of his trips to old Sith Tombs and was preparing to active the Omega Protocol, but Znalost wanted an Isolated location far away from prying eyes. Lord Znalost also wanted to see if this Library had any reference to the Holy city of the Sith. Once Lord Znalost's ship landed on the surface, he made his way the Library and started his search. In the following weeks and months to follow Lord Znalost discovered several references to the holy city and proceeded to leave the planet in order to hire a Smuggler to find it for him. After Znalost returned from his meeting of the Smuggler, he had several crews working to restore the library, academy and the black tower to their former glory. The restoration of the lab atop of the black tower was the first to be finished and Lord Znalost had made sure to have the Omega Protocol stored there. Sometime after the Expedition to the Holy city of the Sith.Lord Znalost awoke suddenly and noticed that he was inside of a stasis pod that was deactivated and it didn't take long for Znalost to realize that the Omega Protocol had been Activated and then memories of the how it was activated flashed into his mind and quickly disappeared. He didn't feel like he did before, somehow he felt better, stronger and more intelligent than he was. His head was clear of what had happened to him all those years ago on Dxun, but he didn't feel remorse for anything he had done. It was like the old mad man was nothing more then bad memory, he had to admit that in his new techno-organic body he didn't feel the weight of emotions. In a sense he was free of pesky morality and all that remained was logic. He stood up and moved around the lab getting used to how his new body moved and as he moved he started to think so fast, so many thoughts all racing through his mind. He started to laugh, he was going to enjoy his new body and all of the perks that came with it.
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Post by Prophet C'thyl on Aug 5, 2020 10:45:01 GMT -8
As the Prophet spoke, the Leviathan listened; when his voice split, however, the blue in the area deepened, and the sensation of being watched would increase. Besides the weight of this world bearing down on him, though, there was no immediate reaction. When he finished speaking, his words would echo around the area, the whispers of plurality repeating themselves before fading beneath another slowly growing rumble.[[You speak well, fleshling.]]Though a cacophony of thousands clamored over one another to speak each word, the satisfaction in the rumble was hard to mistake.[[Too long has it been since our praise was sung.]]
The rumble strengthened and waned in succession, repeating as discordant voices weighed in to help approximate a series of low chuckles.
[[Your collective would.. advance our Spread.]]
Some of the voices finished that as a statement, thinking ahead to the possibilities. Some of them sounded questioning, seeking confirmation of this fleshling's intent. All of them sounded reverent.
The Spread had been silenced for too long indeed... With the collective's attention drawn to his words, C'Thyl knew that a pact could potentially be reached. "It is needless to say that Gods need no borders or territories one can promise them", the herald continiued then, "WE can direct you though to the worlds, which will help you spread, help you to get worshipped and also gain you the servants you deserve. The dark side world of Abraxin would be along Tund two of the most holiest sides WE can offer you. The Force is strong in both places and mortal followers give praise to locations with a meaning. Abraxin is already the testing grounds for those, who might succeed me, the mortal shell of the gods, one day, should the small possibility of interference within the Great Plan occur. For now though OUR future is secured and WE need to grow... before all will be consumed." Offering Abraxin towards the Corruption would serve multiple purposes, given that it was not solely futile breeding ground for a massive entity like the Leviathan, but as well would enhance the abilities of the Quarren Dominion to ensure controll over the planet, should the conflict with the Light side turn dire. When the seed was once planted and the Corruption will get guarenteed assets in the form of ships, as it was promised, the higher goal of cleansing the galaxy even further would finally take form. The Prophet was certain that they could guard the Leviathan until it was capable of reaching its full potential, spreading, splitting... until it would start spreading like a torchfire across the universe.
Perhaps this was the key, which was promised. The blue key, who will set ablaze the galaxy... Ironic, how destiny always offers a backup door to interpretations of what was seen within the future.
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Post by Alkor Centaris on Aug 7, 2020 18:45:25 GMT -8
Far and wide, there had been a time when the name of the Dark Jedi Order inspired fear and awe. The name still resonated in some portions of the Galaxy, in the expanse where those who carried that name on their shoulders had left their marks. On Zonoma Sekot, where the teachings began and further on Togoria, where Xerox Pyros glimpsed what would come to be known as the "Vision," toward which all Jen'jidai would strive.
On ruined Muunilnst, where the Order met its utter end at its own twisted hand.
Those who had seen it firsthand and survived were few in number. Those who had witnessed it and wanted to taste any more of its rotten fruits were far fewer. That day, when Bedrovelse Hevn and his compatriots besieged the vaults of the IGBC for the secrets of their predecessors, the two remaining Dark Jedi Masters came to an agreement.
William Reign's last act had been to fragment the DJO and sunder the Code. He disavowed the Vision, and his parting words had been gifting freedom to those who would follow after. So, when the Corellian Exile heard the musings of a new Order on the rise, his mood fouled.
Hevn and Alkor went their separate ways to seek a new purpose on their own terms. They had resolved to hunt down those who clung to the old ways and put them to rest. In his travels, Alkor had done just that.
The fiend who slew his brothers. What a fitting legacy for Centaris. "Send out a message," he instructed his astromech, Zed. "I'm going to investigate the rumors about a resurgence of Jen'jidai. The few men who know this frequency will know what to make of it."
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Post by Maximus Titus [RETIRED] on Aug 25, 2020 4:40:38 GMT -8
[ Princess Lyrica Starlight | Bridge | Main Deck | Seperatist Supply Ship ] Attn: Maximus Titus [RETIRED] Lyrica smiled and nodded. She'd stuck close to the Chistori throughout the journey. Rhell had obeyed Maximus Titus without question, silently handpicking several knights to accompany Quintus. He'd sent Aldar and Bloodsworn who were even stonier looking than thought possible for Aldar, but the grim looking folk were visibly battle-hardened, moved with supple grace, and had a hand on their weapons, while their eyes scanned for danger around every corner.
The princess and her entourage, however, were a slightly different matter.
Aside from Rhell and his own men, the rest would occasionally whisper in excitement as they travelled along in the wake of the Chistori and his people. They regularly slowed down to look at things, or point. Despite this, they were nearly as alert or watchful as the dour folk with Quintus, and their hands hung loosely and near to their lightsabers or other weapons of choice. Lyrica herself was the only one seemingly ill-prepared for danger, but again, looks could be deceptive. The short swords sheathed along the small of her back said she was not as harmless as she appeared, and there was a lightsaber hidden on her person as well.“Bring in the automatons.” Instructed Lyrica into a comlink, and back at the docks, several divisions of humanoid droids began to activate and get into formation. They were all black and gold lacquered, with streaks of white and neon cyan blue. Their faces were very human looking, but it looked like a mask. The droids began their march towards the bridge.
The princess turned to look up at the Chistori as they entered, “Where do you need them?” Escort fleet complement: There were a few things Titus had learned from spending time with Lyrica. The first and most important of those things was to never underestimate her or her people. But that did not make him worry about them any less. They were skilled and powerful fighters, but they were physically brittle. There was a human term used for such things. A Glass Cannon. Such a descriptor perfectly fit the Aldar.
Titus' focus shifted from the console which he had begun working on once more. Drawing up various reports and system checks. So far the ship appeared to be in one piece and would be able to make the jump back to Serenno where the refits could be performed. He looked down at Lyrica as she asked him where to send the droidsSpread them throughout the ship. While there are no records of any remaining droids active, or any traps, I'd rather not take a Separatist log at its word. The main focus should be on the engines, the hyperdrive and any auxiliary weapon control stations. Have them man as many guns as they can. I'd rather none of them go rogue...
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Post by Lyrica Starlight on Aug 29, 2020 2:51:56 GMT -8
[ Princess Lyrica Starlight | Bridge | Main Deck | Seperatist Supply Ship ] Attn: Maximus Titus [RETIRED] Lyrica nodded at his statements and turned to one of the nearby knights, “Do as he says,” instructed the princess.
Nearby, a console began whirring, and one of the B1 droids began stirring. A snap-hiss of a lightsaber blade igniting shortly after suddenly caused the awakening droid to cry out, short circuit, and slump back over the console, but the knight who quickly attacked the droid also reached out the grip the droid by the neck, preventing it from accidentally landing on any buttons. “ Sorry!” He said, “ Should I have not done that?” Lyrica hummed quietly as she used the Force to draw the damaged droid to herself and examined the sizable hole in its torso, the reddish-orange glow rapidly cooling now that the superheated blade was removed. “Not to worry, Knight.” said Lyrica “we'll just make the Chistori ten more of our own droids to substitute the loss of this one.”This cheered the knight and the others up somewhat and a few were discussing in hushed whispers the fine Aldar designs they could do for their allies. They were clearly extremely pleased with the idea and excited to begin. The automatons they brought began to power up and moved to their assigned posts. They were swift and efficient, and were quickly securing the guns as instructed. The builds of these droids suggested they could easily tear apart any Separatist droids they came across if needed.
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Post by The Corruption on Sept 10, 2020 17:46:04 GMT -8
With the collective's attention drawn to his words, C'Thyl knew that a pact could potentially be reached. "It is needless to say that Gods need no borders or territories one can promise them", the herald continiued then, "WE can direct you though to the worlds, which will help you spread, help you to get worshipped and also gain you the servants you deserve. The dark side world of Abraxin would be along Tund two of the most holiest sides WE can offer you. The Force is strong in both places and mortal followers give praise to locations with a meaning. Abraxin is already the testing grounds for those, who might succeed me, the mortal shell of the gods, one day, should the small possibility of interference within the Great Plan occur. For now though OUR future is secured and WE need to grow... before all will be consumed." Offering Abraxin towards the Corruption would serve multiple purposes, given that it was not solely futile breeding ground for a massive entity like the Leviathan, but as well would enhance the abilities of the Quarren Dominion to ensure controll over the planet, should the conflict with the Light side turn dire. When the seed was once planted and the Corruption will get guarenteed assets in the form of ships, as it was promised, the higher goal of cleansing the galaxy even further would finally take form. The Prophet was certain that they could guard the Leviathan until it was capable of reaching its full potential, spreading, splitting... until it would start spreading like a torchfire across the universe.
Perhaps this was the key, which was promised. The blue key, who will set ablaze the galaxy... Ironic, how destiny always offers a backup door to interpretations of what was seen within the future. As the Prophet continued, the rumble of the Leviathan began again, taking his words and echoing them.. quite literally.[[Abraxin. Tund,]] the voices repeated. [[These worlds.. They shall see us. We shall make ourselves known.]]The voices intensified then, and while some remained level, others turned to snarls and spits for a single second, their next words spoken with undertones of a lesson well learned. [[Possibilities often become reality amidst eternity. Your preparation for the insignificant is.. wise.]] By the end of it, the rumble had returned to a stable, more manageable level, its final word tinged with satisfaction.[[Your growth may be advanced with our own. We would see these worlds you offer.. You will show them to us.]]Outside the landing pad where he stood, the blue would intensify and shift, patches of the surface seeming to liquefy and coalesce, drawing inward toward one another beside one damaged and aged troop transport..
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Post by Prophet C'thyl on Sept 11, 2020 3:29:01 GMT -8
As the Prophet continued, the rumble of the Leviathan began again, taking his words and echoing them.. quite literally.[[Abraxin. Tund,]] the voices repeated. [[These worlds.. They shall see us. We shall make ourselves known.]]The voices intensified then, and while some remained level, others turned to snarls and spits for a single second, their next words spoken with undertones of a lesson well learned. [[Possibilities often become reality amidst eternity. Your preparation for the insignificant is.. wise.]] By the end of it, the rumble had returned to a stable, more manageable level, its final word tinged with satisfaction.[[Your growth may be advanced with our own. We would see these worlds you offer.. You will show them to us.]]Outside the landing pad where he stood, the blue would intensify and shift, patches of the surface seeming to liquefy and coalesce, drawing inward toward one another beside one damaged and aged troop transport.. Knowing his purpose, the Prophet solely bowed, before he would approach his own starship. From there encrypted orders were given out to launch further Gulomi-class Dropships from the hangar of the Zatarus, as the Providence-class cruiser jumped into the system like a prey-seeking shark. Like some sort of seeds, the bubble-shaped shuttles would slowly approach the large object to where the Prophet would send them. Low manpower, only shuttle pilots and few chained mutineers. Sacrifices to the Gods.
"Take and feast on these souls I offer you, for their vessels will increase the spreading", the Prophet told the Seed, his arms opened up as if he embraced the chaos he was about to unleash, "For we will guide them with the Zatarus towards their desired locations, where YOU can grow." Then, the Manta-class Infiltrator started, once the Sith Sorcerer was inside, leaving towards the approaching flagship.
Within a matter of minutes, C'Thyl has reached the Wizard's tower, otherwise known as the communication pod of the Providence-class Destroyer. During the Clone Wars the structure was named like this as it served on the Invisible Hand as the personal headquarters of the aspiring Sith Lord Darth Tyrannus - or Count Dooku as most of the galaxy knew him. The Prophet himself appreciated the term, for it resembled the true nature of what was inside of it. Flanked by his personal guard of Dominion Sentinels, mutilated and enslaved force users, who were more machines than the men and women, they once were, the Sith Sorcerer took his seat as he would monitor the movements of the Seed and the shuttles it would send for escort. Once the situation seemed clear, the Prophet would signal the bridge. "By command of the gods themselves, escort these vessels and protect them. Course set to the worlds of Tund and Abraxin. One more key was provided. Another key to free the universe's minds from the shackles of their flesh. For in the end all shall be consumed."
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