Grand Admiral Zuhel
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Post by Grand Admiral Zuhel on Jun 18, 2018 19:05:58 GMT -8
Along the very edges of the old Chiss Ascendancy space, a new project was being undertaken. The Unknown Regions were partially controlled by the First Order’s Chiss Oversector, and partially by the Infinite Imperium. The Chiss Ascendancy has been the first to know about the Yuuzhan Vong invasion of the galaxy, and the Grand Moff planned to use this to his advantage. A series of six small space stations had begun construction along the very fringes of the galaxy. These would serve as listening posts in case of an extragalactic invasion, and would provide an early warning so that the galaxy would not be caught off guard like it was by the Yuuzhan Vong. These were listening posts Alpha, Bravo, Charlie, Delta, Echo, and Foxtrot.
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Cain Dracus
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Post by Cain Dracus on Jul 11, 2018 20:01:50 GMT -8
Inclining his head as the Emperor allowed him to continue, he motioned to a container that had been brought in and placed on a pedestal off to his left. The glass container had several tubes running along its side. And the interior of the container was mired with a sickly green haze. Motioning to the container, Cain continued his demonstration."Behold! The Infection Form."Motioning with his right clawed hand, Cain undid the clasp on the container telekinetically. As the container hissed while it opened, long spindly tendrils rose up out of the container. And suddenly, the Infection Form pulled itself out of the container, landing on the deck. Righting itself, the entire chamber was given their first look at the creature. At about a metre long, the yellow-grey oblong creature stood on long spindly tendrils that acted as legs, allowing the creature to skitter across the floor, walls, ceiling and whatever other surface it needed to traverse across. With no discernable facial features, at the front of the creature was a clump of feathery, sensory tendrils, that continually quivered as the creature stood perfectly still. As the infection form stood there, Cain spoke, beckoning the creature forward. The small creature skittered forwards at an alarmingly fast pace, and launched itself up onto Cain's shoulder, where it sat perfectly still."As you can see, I am still in full control of the creatures. The infection form, is the most basic form of the Dracus parasite. The needle-like barb hidden under the sensory tendrils is the most direct means of infection...it can transform an uninfected host within seconds, turning them into a Combat Form. Allow me to demonstrate."Using the Force once more, Cain pulled the tarp off of the struggling prisoner strapped to a table off to his right. A pale and very malnourished looking human male. With a short, sharp whistle from Cain's helm, the infection form sprang from his shoulder, landed on the floor and skittered swiftly, over to the prisoner. What happened next was both truly remarkable and utterly horrifying at the same time. The infection form hopped up from the floor and crawled up the prisoner until it sat on his chest. And then the barb came out. The human screamed loudly for a split second before the barb pierced the skin. All screams and struggles suddenly ceased. The man's eyes closed and his head flopped to the side. His skin rapidly changed from a pale white hue to a molted grey. And then the bulbous infection form deflated itself, shrinking down to a fraction of its former size, and then it began to bury itself within the chest cavity of the human. The sound of bones snapping and cracking could then be heard as the infection truly took hold. The body jerked against the restraints and its bones were realigned and set to better suit the infection form. As this continued, Cain spoke."The infection form paralyzes it's host and begins overriding the host's nervous system. Once that is complete, the infection form then deflates itself and buries within the host's chest, where it begins the physical transformation of the host..."In the time it took for Cain to explain that, the prisoner was already turned. It was laying calmly upon the table. Head hanging back at an odd angle, sensory tendrils protruding from the chest, whip-like tentacles hanging off the host's arm. All of it. This Combat Form looked practically identical to the one currently standing behind Cain. |
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Jul 16, 2018 17:15:27 GMT -8
The Emperor was shielded within a split second as an Imperial Knight, lightsaber drawn, cut her way into the Dracus that lunged for her Emperor. The Stormtrooper met a less fortunate end at the hands of the other. A second Imperial Knight moved to aid his comrade. A set of doors opened all around them as a pair of flametroopers moved in, flicking their safeties off. They poured forth fire onto the one that attacked the Stormtrooper. His comrades had their blasters leveled at the monstrosity, ready to fire at will if that thing moved any closer.
Nicademus had attempted to shield himself with his arm, his hand on the trigger of a pistol that rested along his waist. When he saw the Imperial Knights handle the combat form, his eyes glance at Cain, who had lost control for a moment. What had just happened, thought the Imperial, as he looks at Cain. In this state, the Dracus could not be controlled... they were linked, after all, telepathically with their creator. As the situation continued, an officer rushed in with several more troopers.
Your Majesty, we have lost contact with the Mercy! Hangar Bay crews are reporting several Dracus having disembarked. Security forces have moved in to secure the area and lockdown protocols are coming online. Nonessential personnel is being evacuated to the far side of the ship.
Keep a heavy guard on the life pods and lockdown the starfighters in their place!
Nicademus commanded.
We have to ensure these things remain on the Sol Invictus. If they get to any planet, it will be too late to stop it!
Yes, Sir!
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Cain Dracus
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Post by Cain Dracus on Jul 16, 2018 18:24:29 GMT -8
As the Imperial Knights, Flametroopers and Stormtroopers reacted to the sudden attack, and further orders were issued, Cain was able to rise to his feet, albeit, unsteadily, but he was able to become upright. As suddenly as the pain had come, it had ceased. But he could no longer feel the presence of the Dracus in his mind. Which meant that a Hivemind was present on this ship. As impossible as it seemed, it made the most sense. It had just severed his mental connection with the rest of the Dracus. He could no longer control them or command them at will. Fortunately, he was enclosed within his armor, so the Emperor couldn't see the look of shame fall across his face. Looking at the Emperor, he dropped to one knee and bowed his head.
"My Emperor. I have failed you...."
His harsh, raspy mechanical voice rang out as he sat there, hoping the Emperor would kill him on the spot. It was no less than he deserved, to be honest. They were all paying for his vanity now. His arrogance and his incompetence. All of it. Here they were, in the most desolate location they could possibly be, with an all consuming parasite unleashed on board a ship the size of the Invictus. It was a mess. Fully staffed, this vessel would provide a means for the Dracus to spread and grow. It was at full operating capacity, which meant eventually the Dracus would take over it completely, once they had infected enough of the crew. And with a vessel of this size...entire systems could fall within days. Multiple planets could be infected at one time. If the Dracus were to succeed here, they could very well be facing a galactic apocalypse...
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Jul 22, 2018 21:42:53 GMT -8
A small ship skirted down the hyperspace lane
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Jul 27, 2018 8:02:52 GMT -8
As the Imperial Knights, Flametroopers and Stormtroopers reacted to the sudden attack, and further orders were issued, Cain was able to rise to his feet, albeit, unsteadily, but he was able to become upright. As suddenly as the pain had come, it had ceased. But he could no longer feel the presence of the Dracus in his mind. Which meant that a Hivemind was present on this ship. As impossible as it seemed, it made the most sense. It had just severed his mental connection with the rest of the Dracus. He could no longer control them or command them at will. Fortunately, he was enclosed within his armor, so the Emperor couldn't see the look of shame fall across his face. Looking at the Emperor, he dropped to one knee and bowed his head."My Emperor. I have failed you...."His harsh, raspy mechanical voice rang out as he sat there, hoping the Emperor would kill him on the spot. It was no less than he deserved, to be honest. They were all paying for his vanity now. His arrogance and his incompetence. All of it. Here they were, in the most desolate location they could possibly be, with an all consuming parasite unleashed on board a ship the size of the Invictus. It was a mess. Fully staffed, this vessel would provide a means for the Dracus to spread and grow. It was at full operating capacity, which meant eventually the Dracus would take over it completely, once they had infected enough of the crew. And with a vessel of this size...entire systems could fall within days. Multiple planets could be infected at one time. If the Dracus were to succeed here, they could very well be facing a galactic apocalypse... |
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Cain Dracus
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Post by Cain Dracus on Jul 27, 2018 9:14:46 GMT -8
Sol Invictus - Starboard Hangar
Despite the lockdown now in effect, the Dracus had spread rapidly throughout the hangar bay. Mutilated corpses littered the floor. Infectious growths had begun forming on the walls and in the corners of the bay. Infection forms skittered about, and the menacing Combat Forms lumbered about. Masses of infected tissue now encompassed the majority of the downed frigate. Tentacles that were as thick as trees had managed to creep throughout the bay. The stench of death and decay was ripe, and a thick, opaque fog hung ominously in the air. The Dracus infection had taken hold. As Infection Forms and Combat Forms continued to push against the various chokepoints that had been set up, the more personnel that fell to the Dracus, the greater their numbers became. And controlling it all, no longer at the mercy of their handler, was the Dracus Hivemind, the collective intelligence of the Dracus as a whole. Spanning eons, the Dracus had waited, lying dormant, waiting to strike. Having nearly succeeded on Rhommamool, decades before, the Dracus went dormant again, after the defeat of the previous Hivemind. Biding it's time, the Dracus waited patiently, until such time that it had reached critical mass and a centralized intelligence could be formed once again. And now it was here, spreading like a wild fire, throughout the Sol Invictus...
Sol Invictus - Medical Deck. Observation Room - Zero G Surgery Suite.
Slowly raising his head, after the death blow did not come, Cain peered through the visor on his helmet, at the Emperor. Redemption? Had he heard that correctly? The Emperor was offering him redemption. Perhaps all was not lost. Cain's knowledge of how the Dracus worked would be invaluable in helping rid the Invictus of the parasite. But where to start? Obviously the hangar bay would be the best place, but instead of going on the offensive, they needed to contain the Dracus to prevent them from spreading first. If over 50% of the ship's entire population was to fall, then they wouldn't be able to stop the Dracus, let alone purge the ship. Slowly rising to his feet, Cain spoke.
"We cannot go on the offensive until the outbreak is contained. What sort of quarantine protocols do you have for a situation like this?"
While familiar with his own protocols, he was unsure of how a legitimate Imperial Navy would respond to something such as this. Knowing what protocols were in place already would help him plan ahead. While no longer connected to the Dracus, he still knew how they worked and what their objectives would be, which gave him the edge they needed.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Aug 29, 2018 20:55:08 GMT -8
That was the problem, thought Nicademus, there were none, except hastily makeshift ones for today's demonstration.
I spoke with the commanding officers on this ship and we made a necessary line of protocols. Defensive perimeters, automated defense systems, a good contingent of megablasters and flametroopers. We made sure to contain any problems, but this is far beyond the scope predicted.
Of course, Nicademus thought that Cain assured him that was all under control. It seemed that was a total lie in the end. He should have predicted the uncertain nature of these Dracus entities. He recalled how they acted and reacted, without direction nor the desire to be commanded. They had their own ambitions and that was the flesh of every living person on this ship. All that could be done was to hold and ensure others were removed from the warpath of these enemies.
We have various lines of defense. It seems they have broken their the initial and additional security forces are falling back to join the second line.
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Cain Dracus
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Post by Cain Dracus on Sept 17, 2018 21:05:24 GMT -8
Sol Invictus - Starboard Hangar.
The chaos from the initial outbreak had seemed to diminish, much to the relief of the defenders. However, it was merely a ploy. The Dracus Hivemind, now having consumed everything within the starboard hangar, had emerged from the wreckage of the frigate it had been growing on. Compiled of large, bulbous growths, pulsing sacks and tentacles that could potentially run the entire length of the ship and were as wide as a TIE Fighter's cockpit, were strung out across the bay, slithering and creeping around. The head of the beast, an eyeless mass of dead and decaying tissue, split horizontally across the middle, was towering over the rest of the Dracus in the bay, supported by a neck that was thick as a wroshyr tree.
"Like water I ebb..."
The monstrous creature then spoke out, telepathically to every living creature on the ship. Force sensitive, non force sensitive, it didn't matter at this point. Everyone on the ship was within close enough proximity to hear it.
You exist because I allow it. You will end because I demand it. You have garnered the attention of those infinitely your greater...there is no escape now...
Thick, green fumes began being excreted from several of the Hivemind's bulbous growths. Altering the atmosphere within the ship would aid in the Dracus' take over, making the process much faster. Already, the infection forms has found their way into ventilation ducts, giving them virtually unrestricted access to the ship. The Combat Forms were currently finishing off the remains of the first defensive lines. And the Hivemind's tentacles were already beginning to spread throughout the ship. It was only a matter of time now...
Sol Invictus - Medical Deck. Observation Room - Zero G Surgery Suite.
As the Hivemind's message echoed within his mind, he looked to the Emperor. His harsh and raspy, metallic voice rang out.
"Shut down all ventilation to the starboard hangar. Any service corridors or leeways that the Hivemind could use to access the rest of the ship. The longer we can halt its access to the rest of the ship, the more time we have to try and come up with a plan to kill it..."
The mechanical cyborg Sith looked to the Emperor, to see if he agreed with his tactics...
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Sept 18, 2018 17:57:12 GMT -8
Sol Invictus - Medical Deck. Observation Room - Zero G Surgery Suite.As the Hivemind's message echoed within his mind, he looked to the Emperor. His harsh and raspy, metallic voice rang out."Shut down all ventilation to the starboard hangar. Any service corridors or leeways that the Hivemind could use to access the rest of the ship. The longer we can halt its access to the rest of the ship, the more time we have to try and come up with a plan to kill it..." The mechanical cyborg Sith looked to the Emperor, to see if he agreed with his tactics... |
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Cain Dracus
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Post by Cain Dracus on Oct 19, 2018 19:11:15 GMT -8
Sol Invictus - Medical Deck. Observation Room - Zero G Surgery Suite.
Nodding, the cyborg agreed with the Emperor.
"A single spore can destroy a species...if the Dracus manages to escape from this ship or take control of it, it means the end of the galaxy as we know it..."
Due to the highly infectious nature of the Dracus, coupled with its vast intelligence, the parasite could learn, adapt and survive in many situations deemed inhospitable to most other sentient beings. The fact that they were quarantined in space, on a Sovereign-Class Super Star Destroyer, was not inspiring much confidence the cyborg scientist. Such an impressive war machine was insignificant to the power of the Dracus. A sudden metallic ping followed by a hissing sound brought his attentions back to the present. Glancing over at the nearest ventilation ducts, an opaque green fog was seeping out, followed by several infection forms. Beneath his helmet, the Zabrak scowled. He should have sensed that. The fact that he hadn't, worried him. Clearly the Hivemind was much more devious than he had originally thought. Wrapping his clawed fingers around the hilt of his lightsaber, he thumbed the activation stud. The wavering red blade sprang to life, casting an eerie red glow in the room.
"You need to leave, your Majesty..."
And then the Sith strode forward, motioning for the Emperor to leave, while moving towards the infection forms skittering towards them...
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Harnan Ren
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Post by Harnan Ren on Jan 13, 2019 19:44:25 GMT -8
Harnan sat alone at the controls of the shuttle as the blue glow of hyperspace pulled back, and revealed a starlit void. He was well off any known beaten track or star chart that existed within an archive that still stood to this day. Only the Ren knew how to navigate to this place. The reason for which came into view a few moments later. His gaze settling upon the wide boomerang shaped ship that hung in the void. It's size was beyond any known Super Star Destroyer or Dreadnought.
The Master of the Ren had dubbed it the Mega-class Star Dreadnought. Not the man's finest work, but who were they to argue. They were but mere Knights within his service.
But today that was all about to change, as he guided the shuttle towards one of the hangar bays aboard the massive ship. Aiming for one as close to the bridge as possible. He transmitted his clearance code just before he reached weapons range of the ship. Anything and everything that didn't do so, was instantly marked as hostile and fired upon until it was destroyed. While no one was like to ever come out this far, they had seen an explorer or two pass through. Seeking some new hyperlane to make a fortune from. Only to have their fate's cut short.
He received an affirmative reply a few moments later as he crossed into weapons fire range. Keeping on his course toward the hangar bay. A few minutes later, he was extending the landing gear as he brought the shuttle to rest within the cavernous bay. He grabbed his weapons and shield, sliding them into their places as he descended the ramp and looked around the Hangar Bay. Starfighters, Ground Walkers, and all manner of assault vehicles sat in their racks, waiting to be manned by an army that Harnan would be providing from within the Deep Core
The unstoppable army that was stopped before it even began...
He set his focus upon the exit then. Heading across the hangar bay, he disappeared into a corridor, heading for the turbolift that would take him directly to the Masters Throne Room...
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Talon Fenris
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Post by Talon Fenris on Feb 9, 2019 15:06:28 GMT -8
Somewhere out there in the unexplored regions of space, a ship shuddered out of hyperspace...
It was a fighter piloted by a single occupant...
Talon Fenris.
If anyone were to gaze upon the hull of this fightercraft, they would see that it is an old design, one could even say ancient in fact.
How a small ranged fighter could find its way out here in the unknown regions is a mystery, and with the already mentioned damage and age of the craft, it is surprising that the power still works..
At least it is powering the life support system, although that seems to be failing at an alarming rate now..
The pilot who was mentioned before, is unconcious, barely alive and running out of time to save himself if he can. Maybe someone will find him and revive him..
They certainly should under no circumstances try to remove the ring from the necklace around his neck....
#MAYDAY....SHIP IN DISTRESS....MAYDAY#
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Xeonon Solomon
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Feb 9, 2019 15:44:10 GMT -8
Even out here in the middle of the Unknown Regions the corporate empire that was Solomon Mines had created a foothold. A foothold that they were looking to expand ever further. One of its exploratory ships looking for ever more places to exploit was surprised to get a bleep on its scanners.
What the hell?
Sitting at the controls the frigate the Trianii pilot fiddled with the knobs dials disbelieving what he saw. A ship had dropped out of hyperspace no more than a few million kilometers away. In terms of space this was practically right next door. Typically the Trianii as a species askewed anything to do with the galactic community but with the inclusion of the distress beacon cell you know what they say about curiosity and cats. Following the beacon within several minutes a small speck appeared that stood out against the total darkness of space. Whoever was inside was probably dead but it wasn't every day you saw a fighter alone this far from any base. Bringing the ship into the hanger the miner walked down to see if the pilot was still alive.
Now that the two ships were properly docked Jax couldnt help but marvel that the ship was still in one piece. All that was holding it together was the weightlessness of space. One wrong touch would cause the whole thing to fall apart. Placing a spacer helmet on his face Jax walked out to the other ship and once inside started to yell
Hello! Is anyone still alive in here?
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Talon Fenris
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Post by Talon Fenris on Feb 9, 2019 15:57:14 GMT -8
The frigate pilot got no responce from the fighter or its single occupant, although one of the age old thrusters suddenly gave off a short but powerful blast as the fighters systems suddenly went dead.
Thankfully no damage was done to either the pilot of the frigate or his ship.
The fighter however was now as useless as scrap.
A single white light lit up the cockpit to show Talon's face covered by a rebreather mask.
At least he wasn't dead yet..
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Xeonon Solomon
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Feb 9, 2019 19:12:52 GMT -8
Yet being the key word.
Seeing the seemingly unconscious human in the cockpit Jax gingerly scooped him up. Thanks to the lack of gravity it was easier than picking up a small child. He felt cold and lifeless, yet he cold see the perspiration in the mask as his breath condensed. Carrying the man back into his ship Jax placed him inside a blanket designed to reflect the heat back into the wearer. If nothing else the remnants of the fighter would be worth something when he pulled back into port. Until then, assuming this man came back from beyond the grave he would hopefully have some company to kill the time until then.
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Harnan Ren
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Post by Harnan Ren on Feb 17, 2019 13:47:13 GMT -8
As the turbolift came to a stop, the doors fluidly slid open to reveal the cavernous throne room of the Master of the Ren. A walkway extended out from the turbolift for about 20 feet, before the floor flared out at an angle toward support beams. A pair of circular stations sat in mirrored positioning, flanking the large throne at the far end of the room. A large black curtain covered the far wall, behind which was a grandiose viewing port.
But Harnan did not care for any of those details as he stepped forth from the turbolift. His metal boots echoing off the polished floor panels as he strode forward. He was far more focused upon the individual that sat upon the throne. Gone were the usual illusions that the Master of the Ren shrouded himself in. But even so, it was hard to pin down what exact race the Master belonged to. He certainly looked humanoid enough, but his size and figure were unusual for any race Harnan knew of.
But such things were of little importance to him. His focus was on what was about to occur, and why he was doing what he was doing. No matter how fractured his personality was, Harnan was still the same at his very core. Both halves wanted to save Illaria. Just one half was less willing or able to do what was needed to be done.
His attention snapped to the Masters face then, as a smirk spread across the man's face. For what reason, he was not immediately sure. But such a sign of confidence did not harbour good things
Harnan Ren... You have awoken at last... Don't be so surprised. Did you really think you could hide your presence within the Force by wearing that armour?
Harnan came to a stop a few feet from the outer reaches of the Throne's slanted base. Instead of taking a knee, he remained standing. His gaze fixed upon the Master from behind his helmet. It was certainly no real surprise the man had sensed the shift. But the fact that the Master expected this, was what took him back a little. Perhaps it was all part of some grander strategy he had prepared for in response to a move Illaria had made
As observant as ever, I see... Yes, I have awoken, as you put it...
And what brings you to my throne in person? Harad seemed to avoid such personal meetings... Have you come for something?
I've come to claim what is owed me! I swore to guard the very person you promised me... Now I've come to collect on that promise...
The Master's smirk seemed to slip away as Harnan spoke of Illaria. Where before a calm arrogance had been, a simmering rage took its place. Not that it particularly showed on the man's face. His calm demeanor remaining as he spoke
You dare mention that traitor to me... No. She is the one thing I will not grant you... Unless of course you intend to kill her? The one task Harad would not perform...
If it gets me what I want... I'm willing to kill. Harad was a weak fool! Unwilling to do what was needed to achieve his goals...
Oh really? Your heart does not yearn to be with Illaria? To take her as you so deeply desire to...
Who says I can't do that? Perhaps I have done that already... And a legacy has been forged in secret...
The Master examined Harnan with curiosity then. Judging by the man's interest, it seemed the Master was not as all seeing as he perhaps let on. A few moments past before the Master seemed to piece the clues together. A laugh escaping past his lips then
Haha! So, you really did do it... Perhaps that is why... Hmmm... Yes, I see her strategy much more clearly now... You... You were her fail safe... She saw this. All of it... Oh how I hate her... And yet, I respect her genius... Too bad she did not side with me. She would have sat by my side, as a true conqueror and Empress...
Yeah... whatever. This game has dragged on long enough... It's time to finish it!
Very well... She is yours, as I promised...
Harnan reached around and took hold of his lightsaber then. Gripping the hilt tightly as he ignited the blade as he felt a shift in the Force
Finally... Then I grant her freedom!
What?!
Harnan charged forward then, striking with his Saber toward the Master. Then man raising his hand to project a defensive barrier within the Force. Stopping the red blade mid strike
Really? Betrayal?! From you as well?! Perhaps Harad's weakness ran deeper than I thought...
With a flick of the Master's wrist, Harnan felt himself go flying back a couple feet through the air. He kept himself righted as he landed on his feet
It's hard to betray someone you never owed loyalty to in the first place! That, has always belonged to Illaria! Or did you forget that?! I will kill you! And in doing so... Fulfill my promise!
The Master of the Ren rose from his throne then, a lightsaber hilt appearing in his right hand then
You are nothing! A mere pawn in a much larger game... You alone cannot defeat me!
Who said I was alone?
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Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2019 21:15:32 GMT -8
Kortos kicked the vent panel free with the Force, before sliding out of the duct and landed on the ground just to Harnan's left. He was clad in his full red Imperial Knight armour, with his pair of silver bladed lightsabers drawn and activated. Kortos had heard rumours about the cloaked figure that ruled the Ren. Never would he have picture the man standing before him now to be that hidden Master. But then, appearances were deceiving, and he knew better than most not to underestimate someone based on how they looked
It's a pleasure to meet you... You certainly don't make it easy to get in here... Had to sneak in stuffed in Harnan's cargo, and don't get me started on those ventilation shafts...
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Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2019 21:29:44 GMT -8
A few moments later, another vent panel went flying through the air as Valance dropped down and landed just off to the right of Harnan. He drew his shield forward and flicked the activator switch on his lightsaber spear, the golden blade coming to life a few moments later. He set his gaze upon the Master of the Ren then. Studying the man that ran the Ren from behind the scenes. It was a scary thought to believe he sought to usurp the power of the First Order and was mere steps away from doing so. Not because he cared for the Government, but because it was one of the few bastions of power capable of spreading its reach across the last of the galaxy and wiping the Eternal Empire from existence :: Targeting systems online boss... Ready to begin analysis... :: "Thank you Kaleena..." His external voice comms activated then "We'll claim your life, in the name of Justice! The three of us stand against you!"
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Harnan Ren
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Post by Harnan Ren on Apr 1, 2019 20:13:49 GMT -8
Harnan switched his saber off and reached back confidently to slip his shield onto his forearm. The Master of the Ren seeming to regard them all with a look of disgust as Kortos and Valance appeared from the ventilation shafts
Did I not teach you any better Harnan? Collaborating with our enemies...
The enemy of my enemy, is my friend...
Ha! They will turn on you Harnan... Do not let Harad's weakness cloud your judgement...
My judgement has never been clearer! Your empty promises will not prevail! Now just get on your knees and DIE!
Harnan clipped his blade back on to his belt and pulled out his saber staff, the blade activating as he pushed forward, thrusting the blade forward. Valance rushed forward his own saber staff stabbing forward. Kortos dashed around in an arc, heading to get around the Master's side and strike at the man's back. The Master's blade swung out, fluidly knocking aside Harnan and Valance's blades, before turning around to parry Kortos' attach, his left hand extending out to project as barrier as Harnan did his own spin, hoping to catch the Master off guard
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