Flippa
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Post by Flippa on Jan 18, 2024 10:09:54 GMT -8
All the remaining duor in attendance, save for Fli'ppa himself, looked at once another with concern. Slowly but surely, they began to grovel, pleading at the High Prophet's tail flipper for forgiveness, before then prostrating themselves in front of Shaxad. When the proper display of obescience had been shown, the doors to the Coral Castle of Kearleonis opened once more, allowing the ranks of armour shelled battrachs to march inside. They carried a massive open shelled clam on their shoulders like a palanquin, its cushy tongue serving as a comfortable seat. The intent was clear. Fli'ppa faced the new God-King of Arrakan, or rather, the Creator returned. He bowed his head once more before cutting a fore flipper across his body in a delphinoid salute.
Sieg Heil! Broadcast the duor telepathically in the language of his people, accompanied by audible clicks, whistles, and squeaks produced by his throat. The battrachs standing in attention performed a similar salute with their scaly muscular arms, and the chant was soon taken up by others who waited outside. Your chariot awaits, Lord.
The citizens of Kearleonis gathered, news spreading quickly across the capital, until all duor and their battrach servants took up the chant. In the background just outside the coral walls of the city, a large MC-75 could be seen rising into few, joined by a pair of Kraken-class Longfins and numerous TIE-Trident fighters. It was the beginning of a fleet that would one day become a holy crusade to purge the stars of the landwalking scum. Reunited with Kithnarrock, the duor could showcase delphinoid superiority to the entire galaxy. An eclipsing shadow was cast over the streets outside as a massive whaladon swept in, coming to rest just outside the castle, with a pair of long sea-weed reigns that could be connected to the palanquin being carried outside. Blaster-spears thumped on the marble ground from the assembled army lining the streets, finally emerged from concealment.
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Shaxad
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Post by Shaxad on Feb 13, 2024 15:46:41 GMT -8
Arrakan - Sulphis systemAs each council member did as they were instructed, Vaxhu made note of their identities. Although they had ceded their power, each would still present a threat to the new order Shaxad was forming and thus the threat would need to be eliminated. Compromising materials would be left with their bodies, showing that they had still been conspiring for power and that their false oaths had been rewarded with divine judgement. Was it necessary? absolutely. Shaxad was the greatest of the Old Ones, he awoke first into this reality and his dream would be achieved.
Shaxad gave a curt nod in reply to the salute, before stepping up and onto the clamshell before it was carried outside as the fleet rose up from the depths and the Whaladon set itself down outside the government building. He motioned for Fli'ppa to join him as he grabbed hold of the Reins and waved at those assembledLet it be known that Kithnarrock has spoken this day! The Council of the Duor have rightfully been removed from power and today sees the birth of the Arrakan Theocracy! We shall build our strength up once more! No longer will Arrakan be left weak and powerless! Do your part not just for yourself, but for all of us!He whipped the reins and the Whaladon took off through the ocean depths of Kearleonis for a display of power and control before heading back to the palace for Shaxad to find the Throne Room and take his place upon that most regal of seats
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Sept 17, 2024 7:20:44 GMT -8
Breaking into hyperspace a vessel shot away from the planet unceremoniously leaving a whole lot of nothing behind. Boland, now at the helm, put his mind body and soul into piloting the ship. Grace in turn quietly co-piloted, The Raven perched on her sinister shoulder. Meanwhile, The hound went where Maureen went. And at that very moment she stood, mouth agape watch two stowaways….
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Sept 23, 2024 22:35:58 GMT -8
Perhaps making oneself small and quiet was not an art that the two men really excelled at. No matter, the kid had them dead to rights, not to mention the big ugly dog that followed the girl everywhere. And so Loach’s mind wandered. The backhand on the left side of his head was not hard but shocking it was, as was intended. Standing whilst smacking Loach then spreading hands Kieran spoke -Kieran- “& wtf are we hiding from exactly? We know these people.” And with that declaration the man took a seat. Laoch following suit settled in beside Kieran
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Sept 23, 2024 23:13:20 GMT -8
*The hound began to growl, hair raising on back, he sat ready to lunge forward. But the little girl silenced the east merely by raising her hand -Maureen- “Are you two a bit dizzy? Need some air?” They seemed a touch confused. Maybe more than a touch The ruckus behind them was not lost to either of the pair enjoying the comfort of the cockpit. Nodding Boland spoke -Boland- “You might want to check that out Grace.” Flagging off the suggestion the women said in return -Grace- “It’s just Laoch and Kieran; they snuck onboard way back. I thought you knew.” Clearing his throat the man spoke defensively-Boland- “Of course I did; just testing you.” Almost as soon as the words left Boland’s mouth Grace’s right eye rolled, (and indeed the muscles in her face attempted to move the now missing left). Contorting from the pain the woman lurched forward ever so slight. There were many a reason why Boland was good at piloting, eyesight not being small among those. And he spoke -Boland- “Are you ok?” Left hand waving the question off she said -Grace- “I’m fine.”
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Flippa
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Post by Flippa on Oct 11, 2024 10:31:52 GMT -8
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Vidarr Saren
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Post by Vidarr Saren on Oct 22, 2024 20:58:11 GMT -8
Reya Valindra =Deck Officer= Hallion System ETA, seven minutes, Deputy Director.The report was made on the bridge of the Indictor-class stealth ship, Prowler. Its sister ship, the Viper, trailing just behind the lead vessel through hyperspace. It had been quite the detour to move back into the heartland of loyalist space, rejoin the Hercules II Squadron, and prep the men for the necessary operation ahead. Either they'd could out of this with bumps and bruises or be blasted into space dust. Vidarr nodded to the officer as he turns to Reya.We'd best descend and join up with the boarding parties.Giving formal command back to the captain, Vidarr took a turbolift down the hangar below. On this Indictor-class, one would find a pair of TIE/D Defender Elites in the racks above with the pilots going over their role with the Space Superiority Officer, their commander. Taking a left from the hangar, they would come across one of the boarding areas. In this relatively confined space, Stormtroopers were checking their ammo and grenades, Dark Jedi cloaked and armored, and a silent array of Dark Troopers to serve as the bridgehead force.
Saren himself had changed into an armored Imperial officer uniform, which was similar to Stormtrooper gear, but without the helmet and colored grey. Vidarr checks his gauntlets for a moment before feeling the ship drop out of hyperspace. It had been awhile since he was involved with a boarding action. He turns to Reya now.Hopefully that thing is drifting and they don't have any weapons. Otherwise, its going to be a long day.He keys his wrist comlink to the deck crew.Give me a report on what is spotted as soon as we are within sight of our target, Captain.Doubtful it would take long.
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Post by Reya Valindra on Oct 26, 2024 11:46:28 GMT -8
Reya had mostly been shadowing Vidarr for the trip, observing his actions as the leader of the mission. Noting the kinds of things he did himself versus delegating, and how much time he allowed for specific jobs to get done. She could sense how tense the crews and Vidarr were going through hyperspace, and she wasn't sure why. Of course she had never witnessed a super star destroyer personally, just holos and schematics that failed to capture the size, scale, and destructive power that such behemoths possessed. Parting from the Deputy Director as he changed, she herself donned her own personal robes, they had been reinforced with armor at her mother's insistence. Soon she was back at Vidarr's right hand. Hearing his most recent statement of worry, she decided to try and lighten the mood, Or a very short one. Offering a small smile to the veteran, she hoped he would find the gallows humor endearing as opposed to insensitive, but how bad could it really be, right?
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Vidarr Saren
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Post by Vidarr Saren on Oct 28, 2024 16:52:16 GMT -8
The duo came out of hyperspace, ensuring they gave themselves a decent distance from the ship's outer limits of sensors. There was a moment of silence as the ship crews got to their stations and the cloaking was activated for both vessels. Eventually though, a comlink went off on Vidarr's wrist. He keys it, listening on what was being relayed to him over the transmission.
=Captain=
I can tell you right now, Deputy Director, this vessel we are looking for... she isn't hiding at all.
A holoimage of the map that was being scanned in was displayed to Vidarr. He lifts his wrist, watching as the sensors picked up various hulks of debris. They made out various Imperial Star Destroyers, smaller support vessels, clusters of destroyers and ruined starfighter squadrons... then slowly, the sensors revealed a great mass, eclipsing all within the fleet. A narrow dagger shaped warship, with what appeared to be deep hull damage, lurked among the debris field of blasted metal and frozen corpses. The Tartarus was, at this point, lifeless.
=Captain=
Scans show minimal life support... checking... we are detecting live signatures. Planet side and within the vessel.
The map changed colors, revealing masses of red as indicators of life. However, there was something strange. One major group was towards the backside of the vessel while another was to the forward. Nothing was situated between them, a dead zone of activity. Vidarr wasn't sure what this meant but they had little time to analyze. Examining the holoimage, Vidarr speaks.
Move us to the mid section of the vessel, closer to the group that seems situated around the bridge and the engines. We want to be able to monitor the hangar bays.
An affirmation was given before radio silence was enacted. Vidarr looked at the boarding party, contemplating a bit.
What do you feel, Reya? We about to enter a war zone or a peaceful existence on the dreadnought?
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Post by Reya Valindra on Oct 29, 2024 7:49:52 GMT -8
"Though crowed" Reya thought to herself but was quickly taken aback as they came out of hyperspace and the scans were coming in. The ship was massive. No wonder everyone had been so concerned. The young woman stood silently, taking in the gravity and implications of the moment. The old Empire had had access to fleets of ships like this and still lost? She could hardly fathom such an upset, but her mind had to be put to other uses now. Vidarr was asking for her to utilize her Force gifts to see what may lay ahead. She closed her eyes and brought a hand up to her head, focusing on finding something, some sort of clue as to what they would be walking into. I... I sense strife. Old and bitter. Betrayal and retaliation... There is much anger on that ship, Vidarr. She scrunched up her face, tightening her lids over her eyes as she tried to focus even more. Both sides... desperate. Both sides... bowing to robed men. Darkside Adepts! Reya's eyes snapped open as she looked up to Vidarr, a little worried. It felt like they've become almost tribal, Vidarr. Fighting over what remains of the food and water on board. Lead by whatever Adepts, or the decedents of them, that had been assigned to this task force.
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Karnac
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Post by Karnac on Oct 29, 2024 9:33:14 GMT -8
Restless was Karnac's sleep as his ship ran its course through the realm of hyperspace back to Roon. Beside his bed was the crystal he obtained from Dromund Kaas, and as the Zabrak slept, it began to glow. The glow seemed to get a bit brighter with each passing minute, and the Sith began to stir even more. Within his dreams, images began to play out, blurry and a jumbled mess, but something about it all drew him in. As the crystal grew to its peak brightness, Karnac began to toss and turn violently, and each breath came out heavy and rapid. Then suddenly, the crystal's light faded, and Karnac woke with a start, sweat pouring from him.
Ragged were his breaths as he stared out into the darkness of his chambers, trying to piece together everything he saw. It was hard to place and describe out loud, but something deep within knew what he was seeing. Pain and mental torment that had been forgotten centered around his early childhood, well before he joined the Sith. Faint voices of his parents and others he did not know left whispered traces within his mind. Experiment, ascension, promise, end goal. So many words that meant nothing, yet everything.
Glancing over, he eyed the crystal sitting there. It was faint, but a glow still remained, one that flickered lightly as his eyes settled upon it. Did it do something to him while he was sleeping? Was it testing him, trying to determine if he was a worthy master? No, it was but a crystal. No matter what he had thought and felt before, one thing was sure: this thing had no sentience or choice. But something was amiss. Despite that, his mind went back to his nightmare. Something wasn't right. There was something in his childhood, as early as his birth, that was different than what he could recall. All the times being lifted, his ego boosted, the constant claims of his status as a prodigy that would be capable of great things, something about all that rang hollow now.
Getting up from his bed, he made his way to the cockpit and brought the ship out of hyperspace. He needed answers, needed to get his mind back on track. But to do that, he needed to return home. After adjusting the coordinates and the ship's direction, he took off into hyperspace once more, now bound for Iridonia. |
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Vidarr Saren
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Post by Vidarr Saren on Oct 30, 2024 19:33:44 GMT -8
"Though crowed" Reya thought to herself but was quickly taken aback as they came out of hyperspace and the scans were coming in. The ship was massive. No wonder everyone had been so concerned. The young woman stood silently, taking in the gravity and implications of the moment. The old Empire had had access to fleets of ships like this and still lost? She could hardly fathom such an upset, but her mind had to be put to other uses now. Vidarr was asking for her to utilize her Force gifts to see what may lay ahead. She closed her eyes and brought a hand up to her head, focusing on finding something, some sort of clue as to what they would be walking into. I... I sense strife. Old and bitter. Betrayal and retaliation... There is much anger on that ship, Vidarr. She scrunched up her face, tightening her lids over her eyes as she tried to focus even more. Both sides... desperate. Both sides... bowing to robed men. Darkside Adepts! Reya's eyes snapped open as she looked up to Vidarr, a little worried. It felt like they've become almost tribal, Vidarr. Fighting over what remains of the food and water on board. Lead by whatever Adepts, or the decedents of them, that had been assigned to this task force. |
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