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Darth Obitus
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Post by Darth Obitus on Dec 23, 2014 13:09:39 GMT -8
Darth Obitus hobbled slowly through the Valley of the Dark Lords towards the entrance of the Sith Academy. Some of the troopers that stood around, unloading crates and generally guarding the area kept an eye on the aged Sith. He had not been on the planet for a very long time but had already proven his Force abilities several times. Moving impossibly large objects with his mind and an eerie ability to know facts about people that they had kept a closely guarded personal secret. The red being continued to hobble towards the entrance of the Academy without picking out any victim for his wrath today.
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Darth Flvin
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Post by Darth Flvin on Jan 12, 2015 12:11:07 GMT -8
The Dark Lord caught up to the old Sith Lord rather easily, and accompanied him to the Brotherhood's Dormitories.
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The Shepherd
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Post by The Shepherd on Aug 3, 2015 21:59:03 GMT -8
The entrance to the Sith Academy was a haunting sight to behold. Flanked on either side by the cracked and crumbling statues of two humanoids holding up the pyramid, Rutil Iorek and five commandos moved up the steps and into the main entryway. The soldiers moved in teams on either side, checking each corner and covering down the long hallway. But the Jedi strode in confidently and brazenly, his unlit lightsaber ready in his hand, stretching out with the Force for any threat that may lie in wait. But - just as he had known - the pyramid was empty. Devoid of anything useful. Bereft of anything valuable. The commandos quietly wondered among themselves why the Jedi had even bothered to come at all, let alone with them them and a pack of mercenaries in tow. But their thoughts didn't trouble the old man. For him, the former bastion of Sith knowledge was inviting. Welcoming, even. The thoughts of those under his command meant nothing.
Even if there had been something worth taking, it would stay right where it was.
The group entered the main atrium of the academy, situated squarely in the center of the floor they had come in on. The teams broke off to search the area and - just as he knew they would - came back empty. Rutil's awareness extended upwards and outwards, probing for a threat he knew wouldn't be there. As the commandos came back, Rutil let a grim smile cross his lips as he raised his comlink.
"Squad E is good. Roll them in."
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Rhiannon Danu
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Post by Rhiannon Danu on Aug 24, 2018 3:14:28 GMT -8
Along they walked across the forbidding rocky terrain. And there it was. The woman stopped. Rhiannon was well read on the site but had never set eyes upon it, aside from a photograph. There it was. The fabled Sith Academy. Magnificent. Simply magnificent. Holding the child's hand just a bit tighter the ancient scholar steeled herself and began walking again. Towards the looming structure
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Rhiannon Danu
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Post by Rhiannon Danu on Aug 24, 2018 11:35:08 GMT -8
They came closer and closer until they stood at entry into the infamous Sith Academy that loomed over the valley. The woman felt and indeed embraced the intoxicating Dark power of the sacred place. What Rhiannon did not allow was for these agents of cimmerian shade to claim authority over her spirit and drag it into obscurity. Nor did the ancient warrior allow this collective entity to go near the child who she walked with hand in hand. At long last with a long deep breath in Rhiannon passed by the doors to the sanctuary
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Aug 24, 2018 17:01:26 GMT -8
Maureen held tighter to Rhiannon's hands as they entered the spooky building. This was like any other time, the little girl heard voices of many people who were not there. Such it had been much of the time on the planet, some places more than others. Here the power was like somebody was pressing down on her shoulders and chest. Maureen's knees almost buckled. Almost. But the power emanating from the old lady holding her hands helped her catch herself before she collapsed, catch her breath and concentrate. Then. Then the little girl's innate power took over. She stood tall, as tall as she could at her tender age. With a brush of her hand she said a term she knew but not it's meaning
-Maureen-
"Fág an bealach!"
Somehow the spirits knew this saying, because walking became much easier! It was if they moved to either side and made a path for her and the woman to walk on. Maureen returned to following after this moment of stepping forward and leading
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Rhiannon Danu
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Post by Rhiannon Danu on Aug 24, 2018 17:25:29 GMT -8
Protect and defend. Herself and the child. This Rhiannon did. Suddenly she felt a power not defeat but pacify the Dark energy around them. Quite handily. It struck the Jedi suddenly that it was the work of the child at her side. She shot a quick gaze at the little one pulling her along before summoning her own strength again and taking over. She knew where they were going and led the way
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Rhiannon Danu
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Post by Rhiannon Danu on Aug 30, 2018 21:19:38 GMT -8
The elder stepped confidently through long hallway and exited as she had came. A cool feeling began to crawl up her leg and her heart began to beat faster. But then the icy grip slipped from her leg and descended back from where it had came. She knew that she was being followed and by whom
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Death Angel
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Post by Death Angel on Sept 29, 2018 21:52:04 GMT -8
A single Skipray blastboat bearing six Sith Lords, Angel and his five apprentices, landed at the pad closest to the hallway entrance. They walked towards the revered pyramid, where the silver sun reflected at the apex of the majestic triangular structure at the seventh hour of daylight. Closer to eventide, the sun would take on a fierier hue, its golden lining riding the hills and lighting the stone structures of the Academy's exterior with an eerie vermilion glow. Many moons ago, before he was the Battlemaster of Iridonia's Academy, he had completed a gruelling exchange programme here on Korriban's Academy to learn how to personify the Sith Code and become a walking disturbance in the Force, and to develop his latent Force aptitude by drawing on the dark side reservoir. It was a prime training ground for training corruption resistance and testing survival mettle. Korriban's Academy was notorious for being a no-holds-barred, every-man-for-himself free-for-all, especially when it came to procuring Sith Medallions, which functioned as entry passes. Angel remembered many a day when he and a few of his classmates would torment Sith hopefuls at The Drunk Side at the heart of the nearby Dreshdae settlement. Any prospective foolish enough to attempt impressing Angel usually never made it out of their encounter with him alive. During his tenure here, he made it through no less than half a dozen assassination attempts (he ended up assassinating his own assassinators, to add insult to injury), and seen the overturn of three Headmasters, due to the competitive backstabbing culture of the Academy here. No one survived here being weak-willed and/or stupid. Those were death magnets. Yet Angel also considered it stupid to always remain either defensively wary or aggressively offensive. In that way he differed from the theology of this academy. What if you're outsmarted because of the predictability of the relentless dogma indoctrinated into you? The strength of an orchestra is predicated upon the baton of the conductor, yet the conductor himself makes no sound; he is dependent, for his power, on his ability to make others around him powerful as a combined force. Barricades of caution are good, yet it is beneficial all the more to have trustworthy allies, even if they must work their way to earn it.
Angel snapped back from his decades-back reverie. Nowadays, the place looked derelict – dishevelled from disuse after the "Sithspawn incident". Their infestation/occupation had left the halls dilapidated. However, the nexus of dark energies remained unaffected. Angel drank it in, augmenting his power by proximity and feeling it surging in and radiating out cyclically like ebb and flow of the tide through his aura. It was rejuvenating to be back here, yet Angel was unsatisfied with the unkemptness of the place. He endeavoured to restore the halls – maybe get a few sessions in at the training arenas – before he made his departure from here.
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Romulus Aran
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Post by Romulus Aran on Oct 18, 2018 19:11:03 GMT -8
The Grey Unending flew low along the barren landscape of Korriban. Serina, piloting the ship, looked at a scan readout of their immediate environment.
This planet seems rather dead, sir. There isn't much wildlife or fauna within several kilometres.
No there wouldnt be. This place reeks too much of death for life to even think of growing here.
I do not smell any rot or decay beyond normal levels.
Not that sort of reeking, Serina. In the Force. This place naturally rejects any flourishing or growth of anything you and I would deem as wholesome, or even good.
By any chance have you been here before, sir? Your tone and choice of words sound like you've been here before.
Romulus turned his gaze through the side window, upon the rocky landscapes and clouds of dirt in rolling along. How many years has it been?
Just once, a long time ago.
A few minutes later, the ship reached the entrance of the Sith Academy.
...remarkable.
Serina marveled at the architecture of the academy as the ship landed onto the nearest open area, whereas Romulus remained silent. Before disembarking, he removed his various belts and weapon holsters.
Going light, are we sir?
Romulus nodded, leaving only his black-bladed lightsaber by his right thigh. Just as his armed reached out for the hatch button, his gaze fell upon a long thin item hanging by the weapon rack. Romulus paused, and Serina stopped midstep, having noticed her master's hesitation.
A few seconds later, Romulus made his decision and, leaving his sith sword behind, popped open the hatch and left the ship.
Romulus headed straight into the main building with Serina behind him, looking for his old master and good friend.
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Darth Malvus
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Post by Darth Malvus on Oct 9, 2020 12:34:03 GMT -8
That day had come, the day in which the designs of the Heirarch came to fruition. And upon that day, the Sith Academy on Korriban, long dormant since the days of the Dark Tide, awoke with a buzz of activity.
With the remainder of Darkblood Squadron hovering overhead, transports flew down from the ships to the surface, burdened with tons of cargo and personnel. The academy was a merely temporary post till the revitalization of the older fortress, found further away, was done. Battalions of engineers, legions of soldiers, and companies of Sith warriors disembarked and prepared for the full occupation of the world that would be designated the capital of the coming regime.
A hive of officers was made as a temporary command center, within one of the Academy’s larger rooms, as they began initiating signals for coups and efforts across the Sith Worlds region. Within a full cycle of each world, they would be tightly in their grasp and the banners of the old order cast aside for new ones. The buzz was that of excitement and anticipation, for the Resurgent Sith Conclave had risen from the darkness and made its unseen claim within the galaxy.
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Darth Sirona
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Post by Darth Sirona on Oct 9, 2020 14:37:23 GMT -8
Darth Sirona stood amidst the teeming tides of soldiers and officers. She had taken a break from her post at the Fortress to help oversee this part of the occupation. But she always waited for the call of her Master. Her heart swelled as she knew that all across ancient Sith space, more was happening. And soon she would be free to explore their secrets and their history. No longer would she be kept 'safe' within the confines of a base, but she would be trusted to help lead the Conclave. She had already found many lost technological secrets within their future seat of power, and she knew it was only scratching the surface. Her smile grew as she stepped out into the sun of Korriban and looked out on the tomb world, once more alive with the followers of the Sith.
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