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Post by Shaman Chill on Mar 31, 2016 21:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Xander Savage on Dec 3, 2016 21:35:19 GMT -8
Imperious-Class Star Destroyer: Elizabeth's Fury. Zakuul Orbit.
The Fury exited hyperspace above the swampy world of Zakuul. Recently resurrected Sith Lord Xander Savage stood before the main view port in awe. He was dressed in a set of loose fitting combat fatigues, worn drexl leather boots and a red velvet cloak. Aside from the cloak, his upper body remained bare. On his forearms were specially crafted bracers. The bracers were physically bound to the wearer, an unfortunate trade off from the ritual that had granted Xander the gift of longevity. Attached to each bracer was a double-bladed saber, controlled by the wearer's mind. Xander allowed his eyes to flutter closed. He could feel the call of the Force here. The Eternal Empire had been born from the planet below with the former Sith Emperor Vitiate acting as the ruler. It was a marvelous tale. And Xander had studied it at great length. Lost in his thoughts, Xander didn't notice the approach of Grand Admiral Carter Jericho. The Admiral paused and cleared his throat.
"Mi'lord. We have achieved standard orbit over Zakuul. What are your orders?"
The corners of Xander's mouth twitched upward, forming a small but incredibly smug smirk.
"Bring the ship to Condition One. Ready all fighters and prepare all of our forces for combat. We are invading Zakuul."
Jericho remained silent for a few moments then found his voice, uncertain as to whether or not he wanted to question Xander's orders. Historically, it never ended well for the one that did the questioning.
"Invading...sir? I'm not sure I understand. I mean no disrespect whatsoever, but I see no strategic value in invading a planet sparsely populated with civilians."
Xander chuckled at this. He was mildly annoyed with the question, but good help was incredibly hard to find these days. And the Grand Admiral had been one of his most devout followers. Xander turned, noticing that for once in his long and varied career, Jericho actually seemed nervous.
"Grand. Admiral. Jericho. Always thinking strategically. Always searching for the right way to secure victory. Of course you don't see the strategic importance of invading this world. It is to be expected from someone who is as ill versed on subject as you are. So I will explain myself just this once. Ancient Zakuulans used to worship a pantheon of ruthless gods...and it has been several millenia since the collapse of the Eternal Empire. Which makes me reasonably sure that the native Zakkulans have once again reverted to their old ways, worshiping gods."
Xander strides past the Grand Admiral and climbs the steps up to his elevated command chair. He seats himself and begins to cackle as he speaks.
"Hmm...you see my dear Admiral, in order for me to begin building a new Empire I must become a god. Hahahaha...out of all the things I would have called myself, a god certainly wasn't one of them. But there it is. The old god I have chosen to become is known to the Zakuulans as Izax. He is their god of death and is known as the ultimate devourer. He expresses his power through the pain and suffering of his followers. So in order for this ruse to be successful, I must inflict pain and suffering on the Zakuulan people...hmm, how I've missed being back. I can practically taste the fear on you..."
Xander rose from his seat and walked towards the Admiral, all traces of amusement gone from his black and blue tattooed face. His milky white pupils scanned the aged human's face.
"You are afraid of me. And with good reason. I am so very terrifying when I am angry. I go to lengths you have yet to imagine. And if that doesn't work, then...well then I get creative. And there are many within the galaxy that have angered me...so Grand Admiral Jericho, does that sate your curiosity? Or am I going to have to get creative...?"
Xander grinned wickedly as the Grand Admiral shook his head and saluted him. He then briskly and promptly vacated the bridge to carry out Xander's orders. Still grinning, Xander turned once again to the main view port as the first of the alert fighters were launched. Ignoring the bustling activity on the bridge around him, Xander raised his hands, as if to indicate to the bridge crew of the planet below. He began to laugh maniacally.
"Behold! The rebirth of my Empire had begun! From here we will strike fear into the hearts of the Jedi and Sith alike! This is it! The beginning of a new Eternal Empire! MY EMPIRE!"
Xander continued to cackle maniacally as he kept his arms outstretched. The air around him began to crackle and snap. Currents of electricity shot between his fingers and still he laughed. Haunting and maniacal, it echoed over the ambient noise of the bridge. Several officers turned and watch, partially stunned, partially horrified. Xander Savage was truly back. And ready to shake the galaxy to its very foundations...
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Post by Xander Savage on Dec 5, 2016 17:49:31 GMT -8
Imperious-Class Star Destroyer: Elizabeth's Fury. Bridge. Zakuulan Orbit.
Xander lowered his arms as his maniacal laughter faded away. A gleeful expression adorned his face. He spun on his heel and spoke to the ship's A.I as he began to walk to the lift that would take him down to the hangar bay.
"I am to be the first one to walk on Zakuul's surface. But ensure my forces know that every thing down there is regarded as hostile until I have gained the Zakuulans loyalty."
The A.I chimed a response as Xander entered the lift. The doors slid shut and the lift began to descend towards the hangar deck.
"Understood sire. I will make sure all fighters and bomber wings are instructed to engage at will. Is there anything else you require of me?"
Xander rode the lift in silence for a few more moments, thinking. Once finding the appropriate task for the A.I, he answered the question.
"Make sure this ships is ready for combat. I do not expect anyone to take notice of what we are doing here, however, I have been wrong in the past. The Fury can stand on her own against several Star Destroyers of lesser tonnage. Ensure the Grand Admiral is still willing to do his job. Our most recent interaction may have left him with some doubts."
The A.I was once again quick to respond.
"Understood my lord. I shall remind the Grand Admiral the price of disobedience."
A sly grin cracked the Zabrak's face.
It felt good to be active within the galaxy once more. Rhommamool wasn't without its uses but those uses had expired. He needed some place off the beaten path of the rest of the galaxy. By the time anyone else discovered what he was doing, it would be too late to stop him. Hmm, he thought. He certainly would like to see his son's face now. Viox was still the perfect heir to an Empire, provided the boy would see things from Xander's point of view. Until he did, there was no point in involving him with any of his plans. After all, Viox did have a habit of destroying all Xander had set out to accomplish.
The lift slowed then came to a halt. The doors parted and Xander strode down the halls the the main hangar bay. A shuttle with an armed escort of white plastoid armored Stormtroopers stood at the ready. The black and gold armored Nova Trooper that was leading the squad snapped to attention upon Xander's approach. Another smile split his face. The satisfaction of still holding an authoritative position and commanding the respect of his followers. If he could continue to do so, and he seriously doubted any of those under his command were suicidal enough to cross him, his new Empire would be expanding across the stars at a much faster rate than his previous Empire did. Xander boarded the shuttle, spun around and gripped one of the hand holds near the ramp as the Stormtroopers filed in. Once everything was ready to go, the ramp was closed and the shuttle lifted off the deck. And then it accelerated out of the bay. All Xander could do now was wait until he was on the surface. And he was eager to make contact with the Zakuulans. Very eager...
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Kaalin Karr
The Mandalorian Assembly
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Post by Kaalin Karr on Jan 14, 2017 15:39:26 GMT -8
(OOC: The following has happened before Xander's arrival.)
A single ship exited hyperspace, it's appearance almost haunting to anyone nearby. It was a Kiltirin-class dungeon ship, although it's main purpose was de-escalated for a more civilian occupation. It's passengers were all Mandalorian Colonists, volunteers from all over Mandalore. Their mission was to travel to the unknown planet of Zakuul. If it were to be inhabitable, the Colonists would attempt to colonize the planet. Many Clans argued with the Mandalorian Government about their mission, but nothing would persuade the diplomats. A peaceful mission such as this would show the clans that a central government on Mandalore really had the ability to further the Mandalorian people, without the need of violence.
The large ship drifted towards the planet, it's scanners analyzing for any lifeforms planetside.
"Where the hell did our escort go?"
Commander Toliko turned to his crew, crossing his arms in frustration. "Someone have a kriffing answer for me?"
An officer sitting behind the communications station turned his head slightly, still trying to keep focus on the scanners he was monitoring. "It seems they've been pulled back Sir, we haven't received any transmissions since the jump."
Toliko folded his fist into his opposite hand, "Kriffing warmongering banthas, don't they get how important this is?"
The Commander sighed, he crossed his arms behind his back and made his way towards the bridge's main viewport. "Let's continue with the plan, follow the plotted points on the star map. I won't let them halt this mission, not over my dead body."
The dungeon ship began it's descent towards the planet's surface, unaware of what they might find in their travels.
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Post by Xander Savage on Jan 31, 2017 19:32:21 GMT -8
Imperious-Class Star Destroyer: Elizabeth's Fury. Zakuul Hight Orbit.
Xander had captured the vacant Eternal Throne and claimed it as his own. So now, his new Empire had a seat. All that was needed to do now was to collect resources and allies. Both of which were in short supply right now.
As the ship's A.I, Warden Savage, continued to monitor the situation planet side as well as keep an eye on everything happening in orbit, he picked up a signal. It was emanating from the surface of Zakuul. He hadn't noticed it before because he hadn't been actively looking for it. It was faint. Very faint. And Mandalorian. There was no mistaking that. Which was odd. There was never a record of Mandalorians colonizing out this far...something was off. A missed drop. Faulty equipment. Obsolete hyperspace coordinates. Any number of things could have brought the Mandalorian there. But Warden wasn't taking any chances. Especially not on the cusp of Xander claiming the Eternal Throne. Warden initiated a deep scan. As the results came in, the source of the signal was identified as an old transponder code coming from a Kiltirin-Class Dungeon Ship. Even odder still. But his next move was decided. Warden contacted a group of fighters and one shuttle loaded with Stormtroopers returning from the surface.
"Attention Fighter escort Sierra Two-Eight and Shuttle Victor-Sierra Six-Niner. This is the Warden. I have picked up a faint Mandalorian signal on the surface of Zakuul. I am rerouting you back to the surface to investigate. Contact me as soon as you have reached your objective. Placing Ensign Arvand on station to assist. Warden out.
Warden then watched on both the main viewscreen and the ships sensors as the Fighters and shuttle altered their courses and descended down to the planet once more to investigate the Kiltirin's repeating transponder signal. Hopefully it wasn't trouble. But if it was, perhaps the newly acquired Knights would be willing to stretch their legs and investigate at the Emperor's behest...
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Post by Xander Savage on Apr 16, 2018 10:23:16 GMT -8
Decadent Fury - Crescent-Class Transport.
The Crescent-Class Transport left it's berth within the Spire, reaching the edge of Zakuul's gravity well within minutes. On board, the Emperor himself, sat in his cabin. Accompanying him were eight Knights. Knowing this mission was of the utmost importance to the Empire, Xander had selected the best Knights currently available to him. With High Justice Valance pacifying Bakura, adding resources and allies to their Empire, Xander had spend the better part of a week combing through the Empire's archives searching for any and all information he could find on the fabled Eternal Fleet. Finally, after meditating for the past three days, and with some assistance from the essence of Valkorion himself, Xander had a lead. Hopefully by the time he returned, Valance would be back as well, and he could show the High Justice just how serious he was with ensuring the Eternal Empire rose to prominence within the galaxy once more. Accelerating away from the planet, the Fury jumped to hyperspace, bound for the lost planet of Iokath...
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Post by Xander Savage on Aug 13, 2018 13:36:32 GMT -8
With the Emperor away from the Throne, Zakuul continued to function as it should, under the supervision of the Warden. The Emperor's personal fleet orbited the planet, near the Spire, keeping the peace. Though the fleet was merely there for defensive purposes at this point. The planet itself, was operating well within the expected standards of the Empire. Crime was low. The law was being enforced and upheld by its citizens. And the conquest of Bakura was still under way. Upon High Justice Valance's return, he would act as the de facto leader until such a time that Xander returned...
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Post by Xander Savage on Mar 25, 2019 16:32:35 GMT -8
With Lash Malafica at the command of the Eternal Scion, Unrelenting Justice, and Abiding Law, the three Gladiator-Class Star Destroyers maneuvered away from the Spire and jumped to hyperspace.
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Post by Xander Savage on Nov 8, 2019 13:18:16 GMT -8
The Emperor's remaining ships continued to hold pattern near the Spire, awaiting the Emperor's return from Iokath. Soon, the Eternal Emperor would return, with the Eternal Fleet in tow, and then the Eternal Empire would look to expand it's grasp once more...
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Post by Xander Savage on Oct 13, 2020 9:10:22 GMT -8
Zakuul. Seat of the Eternal Empire. A mixed world of deadly swamps and high tech city spires.
As life continued on with the 'business-as-usual' pace, nothing of significance had truly transpired. The day to day operations of the Empire, due to its small size, were fairly simply. Rather than networking and coordinating between dozens of worlds spanning the galaxy, the Eternal Empire only had a handful of world, within close proximity to Zakuul, to monitor and protect. Though there were rumblings across the galaxy, in particular the Blackguard Imperium and a Resurgent Sith Conclave, the Empire continued as it always had, protecting its citizens, delivering justice to those deserving, and ensuring it continued to run smoothly.
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Kaine Australis
The Vegemite Enclave
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Post by Kaine Australis on Nov 24, 2020 3:14:28 GMT -8
A full squadron of Cabur-class stealth bombers exit hyperspace in the Zakuul system.
The craft, Clan Australis' newest strike weapons, were piloted by the elite force-sensitive pilots of Rancor Squad. These beings were trained in combat and equipped with the finest weapons and equipment that credits could buy. As they entered the system, cloaked and under full stealth, each pilot concealed themselves in the Force, making the final touch to their nigh invisible approach to the world in the Unknown Regions that had once commanded the entire known galaxy.Slowly, for the craft were not swift, the bombers approached the world that grew inevitably larger before them until it filled space almost completely. The stealth squadron had been sent all the way out here on a scouting mission from their Alor. The fact they had been deployed spoke to the importance of their mission, and all professionals, they would not allow the mission to fail.
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Nem Yin
The First Order
The dark expanse of the intergalactic void is not as empty as they would have you believe...
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Post by Nem Yin on Oct 22, 2021 12:43:29 GMT -8
Returning from a sojourn in the Mid Rim, the ro'ik chunn m'arh 'Dark Corsair' exited darkspace just outside the naturally formed gravity well of the planet. The dark hued yorik-coral and black secretion armour that made up the hull helped conceal the organic frigate from visible sight, the only obvious sign of its passing when it prowled across the star line. Along the bottom of the hull a wide pincer shaped transport known as a yorik-vec, unlatched from the surface of the frigate, releasing a series of arrest tentacles, then drifted away from larger ship as it took a position in orbit. Two smaller leaf shaped ships split from the ro'ik chuun m'arh, each the size of a small fighter craft, which is exactly what they were. The two yorik-et drifted after the yorik-vec, then activated their dovin basal propulsion and moved into formation with the organic transport.
Inside the transport, named the 'Sacrificial Blade', was a team of five members of the warrior caste attached to the Praetorite fleet. They controlled the operations of the ship via a series of cognition hoods, qahsa, and blaze bug displays. Overseeing the team was the Yuuzhan Vong in command of the ground mission, an intendant of Executor rank, Alaitoc Yin. The intendant stood upon the bridge, resting his hands upon the railing overlooking the main display. Focused mqaaq'it read the sensor readings, while he occasionally glanced on the data being fed to them by the Dark Corsair. No threats detected, at least none yet.
Flanked on either side by a coral skipper, the yorik-vec entered the atmosphere and began to head towards the Endless Swamp.
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Nem Yin
The First Order
The dark expanse of the intergalactic void is not as empty as they would have you believe...
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Post by Nem Yin on Nov 2, 2021 18:27:25 GMT -8
Gas vented into the cold vacuum in orbit over Zakuul as a yorik-vec split from the hull of the ro'ik chuun m'arh 'Dark Corsair, drifting for some distance before its own dovin basal propulsion took control and propelled the organic transport clear of the planet's naturally formed gravity well. The lobster shaped living transport was known as the 'Oozing Pustule', under the command of junior attendant Jark Anor, blood related to Jarulek Anor who was currently serving on Lehon. Unlike some of the other intendants serving the Praetorite, Jark didn't see the need to supervise the crew as they piloted the ship towards the nearest hyper lane. He was seated in the back compartment, checking over the equipment he was going to need for his latest assignment. A humanoid ooglith masquer lay in a molted ball at his feet, waiting to be bonded to his naked flesh. His temple throbbed and he put a hand against his head. He appreciated the pain, but the constant throb was starting to annoy him. It would take time to adjust to the villip implanted in his head. Other than the living infiltration suit, he carried a coufee blade he had just finished cleaning with venogel, and a tkun used as a garrote. Both were concealed in skin sacs bound to his arms, concealed as his own flesh.
Jark leaned back and closed his eyes as he felt the gravitational shift of the Oozing Pustule ramping up to light speed and entered the treacherous corridors of darkspace.
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Valefor
The Sith Eternal
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Post by Valefor on May 11, 2023 14:33:56 GMT -8
The Felstorm lumbered its way out of hyperspace some distance away from the planet of Zakuul. The golden lights of the Spire twinkled far below running from the surface and up into low orbit of the planet. Valefor's gaze settled upon the uppermost reaches of the Spire, already sensing the tendrils of the Force Nexus reaching out to welcome him. There, in orbit, where Valkorion had been killed stood a locus of dark energy. Like Dromund Kaas, Valefor intended on taking its power for his own. His forces were busy preparing for their assault upon th Spire to begin so they could secure the Eternal Throne
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Post by Professor Arachnus on May 11, 2023 17:12:54 GMT -8
Multiple red photoreceptors illuminated the shadows in an eerie red haze as eight razor edged legs silently carried a metallic arachnid across the deck. It's mandible joints whir was the softest of whispers, never betraying its approach on practically any given surface. This was an SD-K4 assassin droid, complete with a set of SD-K4a mini-assassin droids and two ID9 seeker droids that sat atop its head. Their own glowing red lens blended in with the mechanical arachnid mass as it came to a stop a half dozen feet from where Valefor was standing.
One of the first droids out of the assembly line of the Dark Forge on Hypori, the intended SD-K4 assassin droid ended up with a manufacturing flaw, with a super tactical brain being installed instead of its intended assassin programming. The result was a machine with a brilliant intellect but poorly suited to combat. Instead of throwing him to the scrap heap, the wise and generous Sorcerer Sith put the droid to work in the Felstorm's library, maintaining the Sith Lord's extensive collection of tomes as well as other rare and dangerous Sith artifacts. Due to the droid's spider like shape and bookish manner, it had earned the name Professor Arachnus, a title which surprisingly stuck despite the absurdity of it.
A hissing metallic scrape was the first elicited sound from Professor Arachnus as his front leg drew a spark from the deck as it lifted and crossed in front of the droid, whose body lowered in what appeared at an awkward attempt at an arachnids bow.
"Master..." Screeched the mechanoid's static laced vocabulator bleating an emotionless synthetic voice. "...the shuttle is ready whenever you are prepared to depart."
It went unsaid but the bookish cybernetic librarian was eager for the chance to engage in some field work. The main focus of the mechanical archivists studies thus far had been on the Sith Kings of Korriban. The Eternal Empire was a whole new interesting chapter to explore. He was quite eager to add to the growing collection of antiquities aboard the Felstorm, something the hive of mini-metal arachnids hidden in the pores of its head were quite well suited to. With his small force of miniature arachnid robots, the Professor could secure and properly preserve relics at a record rate.
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Valefor
The Sith Eternal
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Post by Valefor on May 11, 2023 19:43:21 GMT -8
Valefor kept watching the Spire as the Felstorm moved closer and closer to Zakuul while starfighters began launching from the hangar bays
Very well Arachnus... Let us visit the Eternal Throne...
He turned and made his way off the bridge and down to the shuttle launch bay where, as previously assured, his shuttle was ready and waiting. He strode up into the ship and waited until Arachnus was aboard as well, before giving the crew the go ahead to launch. Troop shuttles had already started deploying ahead and running boarding actions against the upper tiers of the Spire. Battle Droids of all sorts of make were busy cutting through bulk heads and gunning down what little resistance remained. It had been some time since someone had sat the Throne of Zakuul, so it had sat more as a statement than the real seat of power for the world.
Perhaps one day another would rise up to claim the Legacy of Valkorion. But not today.
As the shuttle docked, the crew got to work breaching the bulkhead at the docking port, allowing Valefor to disembark first as his forces pushed the front line into the upper portion of the spire leading toward the Throne Room
Secure the Throne Room! That's what we need!
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Post by Professor Arachnus on May 13, 2023 18:21:48 GMT -8
Professor Arcahnus's razor edged octuple of mechanical spider legs carried it silently down the pristine and immaculate halls of the Spire's upper reaches. It kept pace with the mighty Sorcerer Lord, scouting out every crook and cranny with his small mechanical army of SD-K4a mini-assassin droids, cybernetic spiders with sinister red photo-receptors. His wicked web of children scurried over corpses left in the wake of the Red King's forces, remnants of a once mighty civilization that had been eradicated aeons ago. These were sad shades by comparison. The larger mechanical arachnid plunged his right front leg into the back of a gunned downed security officer with fresh blaster wounds and several vibro-sword slashes. Commando droids, Valefor had broken out the elite units for this mission it seemed. The cybernetic spider's razor sharp leg slid deep into the meat of the cadaver with a quick thrust followed by a wet slice and tear as it flipped the body over onto its back. His dark metallic head leaned in close, twirling this way and that as his various sensors and receptive lenses studied organic form. He then lifted both his front legs and pierced the corpse's chest, delivering two surgical diagonal slashes as he opened the dead man up.
Malnourished and parasite infested. This was no army, no Eternal Empire worthy to challenge the might of the Forge Master's mechanical army. They were vermin polluting an otherwise immaculately preserved temple from a forgotten era. The scholarly part of the Professor's programming chafed as it thought about the desecration of historical artifacts that he was duty bound to preserve, ever adding to his master's dark library of forbidden lore and delicious recipes. They needed to be exterminated.
"Kill." Screeched the cyber-arachnid's synthesized voice, commanding its force of drones into action. "Exterminate anything that breathes."
Screams and tortured cries could be heard as his swarm of mini cyber assassins stabbed and murdered their through any resistance they came across. It wasn't much at first, just a few soldiers in time worn battle gear with ancient blasters. They died rather easily. But as the droid forces pushed closer towards the throne room, resistance began to stiffen. Ancient systems built into the architecture sprang to life as slumber roused systems detected the intrusion of the Fabricator General's merciless mechanical army. Laser cannons built into the walls fired coherent beams of super heated plasma, vaporizing doonium armoured battle droids as they cut through any opposition like a lightsaber blade through blue butter. Further down the hall, marching rows of mechanical skytroopers advanced on their position. The air grew thick with smoke and scorched carbon as blaster bolts were exchanged from both sides, filling the space between them with a brilliant lightshow of absolute death.
The Professor was careful to weave his spidery way through the thickest of the mess, relying on his low center of gravity as well as using other droids and obstacles as cover as he advanced. His two ID9 seeker droids lifted off his back, floating on miniature repulsors as they hovered above him, spotting danger to be avoided. Even his enraged mechanically charged advance was halted as his arachnid children reached the skytroopers and found they didn't fall so easily as the men they encountered before.
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Valefor
The Sith Eternal
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Post by Valefor on May 18, 2023 19:16:11 GMT -8
As his forces struck the enemy down, Valefor drained what little essence remained within them to charge himself. Had these been the Knights of Zakuul of old, or Soldiers in their prime, any individual essence on its own would have been plenty. But Arachnus had already determined the root issue at play here: this was NOT the Eternal Empire. Not even a shadow of its former self. Thus it took a great deal more of them to provide the necessary energy as the Throne Room approached. Setting his forces to engage the Skytroopers, Valefor focused his thoughts upon the defense guns and started chanting in the Ancient Tongue of the Sith. His words flowing freely and rapidly, the Force flowing through him as a conduit and enacting his will a moment later as the guns imploded upon themselves. Metal screeched in protest as it was forced into shapes it was built to oppose. But the guns soon fell silent, leaving just the Skytroopers as the primary force of resistance.
Droid fought against droid, as Valefor dropped back to the organic forces coming at the rear. From here, he reached out his gloved hand and drew their energy to himself. The influx of power was not much, but it was enough to help him recover from his previous spell. He pushed forward to the front then and engaged the Skytroopers in hand-to-hand combat. His fists making contact with metal, but his protective spells keeping him safe from harm. He gripped a Skytrooper by the neck actuators and tore its limbs off before discarding the torso construct aside. His anger turning then to the next machine and the next, slowly advancing the front line to the doors
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Post by Professor Arachnus on May 19, 2023 6:15:55 GMT -8
"Yes! Wonderful!" Screeched the cybernetic-arachnid, his army of miniature assassin droids adding their own binaric chants to the chorus of mechanical support cheering on Valefor as he wielded his sorcerous might to destroy the gun emplacements. One of the cannons had come dangerously close to eradicating the Professor before its barrel was silenced for good, crushed electronics bleeding acrid smoke.Watching the demonically inspired Sith wade through the skytroopers like a crimson skinned titan was an absolute delight. The Professor's spinning head observed the Forge Master through a multitude of glowing red photo-receptors, watching him smash several marching automatons with nothing more than his bare fists, shattering metal into splintered fragments like broken glass.Arachnus' army of drones was hard at work while the Fabricator General cleared a path towards the throne room. Every desiccated fleshling drained of their ethereal essence by the malefic Sith were then stripped of their ancient war-gear, the items themselves seeming to have been handed down from one filthy degenerate descendant after another. Everything was analyzed and catalogued, meticulously studied for even the most miniscule detail. It was easier than it sounded, as each life energy drained cadaver was reduced to ash, easily dumped free of their gear as the corpse dust began to form a haze in the air around the working army of automatons.! A small spinning antenna on Professor Arachnus' domed head detected the presence of several more energy signatures behind the massive set of doors Valefor was clearing a path towards. Each one of these signatures possessed several times the power output of the marching ranks of skytroopers, that seemed to be endless spilling out of every hidden nook and cranny in the Spire."Heavy armour approaching, Master." Hissed the SD-K4 as his razor tipped front legs piercing the armoured chassis of skytrooper approaching Valefor's flank from a concealed alcove, ripping free of its chest a moment later as the mechanical drone's power core ruptured and spewed smoke and sparks out of the punctured hole. The Professor's warning seemed to arrive too late, however, as the massive ornately gilded entrance to the Eternal Throne groaned open. Barring the path of the Red Sage's cybernetic horde was a wall of siege skytroopers standing shoulder to metallic shoulder, with the heavy cannons mounted on their arms already pointed towards the invading force. Ancient though they were, these mechanized assault droids were each the match of a walker, the equivalent of modern day Phase III Darktroopers. Without waiting for invitation, they opened fire.
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Valefor
The Sith Eternal
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Post by Valefor on Jun 6, 2023 16:11:33 GMT -8
Their approach to the Throne Room had certainly not been the easiest, with hordes of Skytroopers and wearied soldiers of Zakuul trying to bar their progress. But that had been something of a walk in the park compared to the Siege Skytrooper droids that were waiting behind the doors to the Throne Room itself. He barely had time to curse their existence before the first rounds were fired out. Thankfully his Mechanical Legions did not require medical attention or fall apart when one of their number was injured in the slightest. As droids were ripped apart or reduced to atoms entirely, fresh droids stepped up to replace them and keep the push going. It would became a game of who had more numbers, his droids or their ammo counts.
Valefor raised his hand, using the power of the stone which had moments ago allowed him to absorb the life force of the soldiers to instead absorb the energy and power exerted from the bolt of plasma. The sudden charge to his system feeling reinvigorating and more than enough to help him keep going. His fists reaching into the nearest Siege droid and tearing away at it. Had he the skills with technology, he might have managed to find a way to direct the droids fire upon its allies. Instead, he would need to hope one of them was stupid enough to try target him but end up hitting its ally. The final obstacles to clear, before his destination was reached
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