The Shepherd
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Post by The Shepherd on Aug 9, 2015 18:31:56 GMT -8
Viewing the devastation through a holoscreen in the Spearhead's stateroom, Rutil set up a small recorder, not at all dissimilar to the handheld holoprojectors the Jedi carried back when he was a Padawan. Setting it on the stateroom's main table, the Jedi drew the hood of his saffron robe over his head, obscuring his eyes and leaving little more than his trademark scowl. He folded his arms into the sleeves of his cloak, and in the monochrome blue hue of the holoprojector, he would look like the specter of death itself.
Good. It would take effective symbols to carry his message beyond those few that already agreed with him.
A small red light on the holoprojector blinked on, and Rutil began to speak in slow, measured words.
"Greetings.
"As of this recording, the Valley of the Dark Lords is no more. I have taken the tombs of your most revered forefathers and reduced them to ash. I have taken your ancient academy and turned it into dust. In one day, I have wiped your legacy away from your ancestral homeworld with fire, metal, and the will of the Force. Much as I will soon do to you. All of you. All who support you. All who would join you.
"I say this not to gloat, to warn, or to mock. I say this so that you can spend the rest of your short and miserable lives looking over your shoulder, looking to the sky, looking to the men you thought so loyal, waiting for the knife that's coming to stab you in the back. This is my curse for you. This is what I leave you with, in the ashes of what used to be your legacy.
"You have existed this long because the Jedi allowed it. No more."
There was a short pause as Rutil let the bile in his system simmer. He was tempted to go into a diatribe, but he had to be more than an angry, cynical Jedi now. He wanted nothing more than the scream, curse, and lay bare all the sins of the Sith, but the galaxy and the Jedi already knew of those. Hell, he even wanted to direct his ire towards the Jedi - towards those that should have been rooting out the Sith wherever they hid their ugly heads - but even in his growing fury, the Zabrak Jedi knew he would do nobody any favors by making enemies among his own people. So instead, he opted for a venomous smile and a mirthless chuckle, sounding off with a simple greeting that sounded every bit like the threat he meant it as.
"May the Force be with you."
Cutting the recording, the Jedi wasted no time in sending it to the HoloNet. And as the upload finished, he drew down his hood and opened up a channel to the Freelancer.
Gentlemen, Rutil said, I would like to thank you personally for your assistance here today. Our mission here is complete, but I'm certain we will need more assistance in the days to come. Commodore Selkayim, can I call on you and yours when the time comes?
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Jace Stealer
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Post by Jace Stealer on Aug 9, 2015 19:47:55 GMT -8
The commodore motioned to his crew to round-up the fleet and head out. Teams moved about and prepped for the jump to hyperspace. Selkayim activated his comm and glanced out the viewport at the planet below, specifically where they had just finished the orbital strike.
Indeed... you guys opened up one hell of a can of sarlaccs. You're going to need us if you decide to keep this up. Unfortunately, our task forces are not up to par when it comes to head-to-head orbital combat. If you want our help, keep it to the ground. That is a theater we can put a dent in. With that said.... you know our number.
The task force made it's way away from the planet and just outside Korriban's gravity well. Moments later, they made the jump and were gone.
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Post by The Shepherd on Aug 9, 2015 21:19:32 GMT -8
Not too long after, the Spearhead followed suit. As the Skiprays formed up behind it, the small flotilla rocketed into hyperspace.
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Post by Aeryn Morningstar on Aug 14, 2015 0:11:36 GMT -8
The rc-2 scout ship breaks the atmosphere and enters space, after a few seconds the ship vanishes into hyperspace
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Post by Stormacht Undom on Aug 14, 2015 20:58:24 GMT -8
*stormachts ship breaks into orbit and prepares for hyperspace.*
This might be a little rusty,
*stormacht hits his console the systems whirl and sputter*
Dang it Azoth
*stormacht messes with his console*
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Gideon Raith
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Post by Gideon Raith on Sept 6, 2015 14:34:06 GMT -8
The Shard of Alderaan; Interlude.
With a flicker of pseudo-motion, a lone Raider-Class Corvette burst forth from the azure tunnel of Hyperspace. As its own ionic engines took control, the vessel speared into the blackened heart of the void and soared through Korriban’s orbital sphere of control. Those within had known of the fate that had befallen the world spinning wistfully upon its axis below them thus eschewed the traditional protocol involved with such rudimentary planet falls.
Even if they hadn’t known the world was attacked so brutally, the evidence of the inflicted violence was made apparent from orbit. Deep furrows were scorched into the planet’s surface, giving the already renowned tomb world, a more insidious visage. Given the history and rumours about the system, it was without a doubt that the violent death of their master’s final resting places, had spurred their guardians into a fit of rage - one that many assumed would be taken out upon the pitiful population foolish enough to remain behind once the bombs had dropped. Even if there was a chance that the Guardians were nothing more than legends to scare their children and keep the less courageous tomb raiders away from the planet, every precautionary method had to be taken into account before the gathering took place.
The Master would not want such a monumental moment to be soured by inefficient foresight, and Gideon doubted he would ever hear the end of it - or simply get a lightsaber speared through his chest for failing so… catastrophically.
Thus, as the flames of atmospheric entry began to lick the plate glass view ports of the Corvette, Gideon found himself oddly calmed by the thought of death. It meant that he would no longer stand before an Emperor and bend the knee, only to have the Empire itself crumble down around their heads. Meaning, that if he died, his life would finally have found its meaning. As morbid as that train of thought was, there was little he could do to allay the thoughts of his own demise. Were it a single Empire that had fallen, he knew that his personal reflections would’ve been less morose, but since more than one had fallen in upon itself under his steadfast participation… One could only imagine the turmoil brewing within his molten Imperial core.
So, as his augmented eyes were torn away from the dancing flames and the cinnamon dusted wastes below, the alabaster clad Stormtrooper turned to face the assembled crew. Though the bridge was smaller in comparison to the grand command decks of the larger Imperial-class Destroyers, the Raider-class Corvette’s design was somewhat reminiscent in the layout. The command deck lorded over several manned control terminals and was rendered insignificant in the face of the semi-circular Imperial-styled viewports. His earlier thoughts had brought forth an unbidden snigger, thanks to the sight he now bore witness too. Even if every Empire had fallen during his tenure, those that remained behind would continue on carrying out their daily lives as if nothing had ever changed. Without the banners and the fanfare, the proverbial spirit of the Imperium would live on.
Perhaps that was enough to justify his existence. Could he truly live on without an Emperor to serve, and an Empire to protect? He wagered that could only be answered at some time in the future, just not now - not when his indoctrinated intellect had to be focused upon the task at hand.
Blessed was the mind too small for doubt.
As he stalked the centre platform of the obsidian concourse with his hands clasped behind his armoured back, the ‘Abyssal Heart’ had entered the planet’s atmosphere and the realm of the unknown thereafter.
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Post by Darth Malvus on Sept 6, 2015 16:03:57 GMT -8
A flicker joined the stars as a Wayfarer-class Medium Transport exited out of hyperspace. The rather bulky hull was not a pretty sight, but this class of medium transport did have its pros; especially when one of those pros was the ability to carry up to two starfighters within the larger part of the transport. As the hyperspace engines died down and the view of Korriban came into view, a pair of red eyes would gaze at the barren world; the desolate homeworld of his Sith ancestors.
Malvus remembered hearing the transmission to the galaxy of Korriban's desolation at the hands of a Jedi. He remembered laughing at the mockery of this show; for the bygone past of Korriban would not affect the ambitions and prowess of those alive. The world was indeed the sacred planet of the Sith, but its usage had run its course long ago. Its value degraded from many wars and sackings that happened before the Jedi sought to strike at it once more. Even today's Sith Orders do not even glance at the barren wasteland of Korriban; its libraries and treasures already taken by previous visitors or destroyed by hopeful conquerors. Malvus was fortunate to retrieved sparse ancient knowledge that remained on the planet before its untimely sacking...
He swerved in his chair to stand and walk away from the pilots. The ship was controlled by ten crewmen and could have up to six passengers. It had its full complement of crewmen, but the passengers were left out for none were needed on this trip. Something had called to him from afar, something powerful that lingered among the stars. Its aura brought him to Korriban without the Sith figuring knowing anything beyond the resonating presence within the Force. He strolled into the main hangar, walking up to a Fury-class Starfighter that was his own. He watched as the final refueling and preparations were done before the Sith departed the orbiting Wayfarer. For now, the Sith would remain in orbit, looking for a means to sense wherever the Dark Side was drawing him...wherever that was on this planet.
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Post by Darth Andor on Sept 6, 2015 20:17:13 GMT -8
There was a blink in the stars, and an Acclamator II-class Assault Ship (Chaos) emerged from the lines of hyperspace. With recent reports of a Jedi bombardment on the Valley of the Dark Lords and on the Sith Academy, a small portion of the Order of Ruin's fleet had been mobilized for a counter-attack.*
*They had been personally been accompanied by the master of the order, Darth Andor, who wanted to see for himself the destruction the Jedi had caused to the ancient Sith homeward of Korriban. And truth be told, he hadn't expected to find another ship still lingering in the planet's orbit. Immediately, its scanners picked up a nearby Wayfarer transport and the commander ordered the ship's weapons and shields online. From the bridge, Darth Andor's electric blue eyes were glued to the other ship, reaching out with the Force for any answers. Friend or foe? It was then that he felt a dark presence, one that rang with familiarity, but yet, Andor could not put a name to it.*
*Soon communications were made and it was known that the two ships did not pose a threat to one another. Only then did Andor allow his eyes to leave the Wayfarer and to stare at the large, bright planet beneath him. Even from orbit he could see the the ruins of the Valley, the destruction of the Jedi's orbital bombardment. It tainted the planet's skin like a scar. At the sight, Andor felt rage beginning to bubble deep within his core, his hands clenching into fists. His whitening knuckles cracked from the pressure as a small hiss escaped from his blood-red lips. The Sith was on a hunt for the Jedi that had done this. Andor wouldn't stop until he had spilled every drop of the Jedi's blood.
"Commander, be sure my ship is fueled and ready for departure. I wish to leave immediately." The Sith Lord did not wait for a response to his order. He turned on his heels, his black cloak flapping lazily behind him, his heels clacking on the metallic floor as he moved forward. The door to the bridge hissed open and Andor entered the long silver corridor, making his way to the hangar.
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Post by Stevan Stormro on Sept 7, 2015 21:11:57 GMT -8
Far beyond the edges of the system's scanners a black chrome J-Type 327 Nubian Royal Starship slipped out of hyperspace, its cloaking device activating shortly after its arrival in the system. Inside the ship sat a single entity, strapped into the pilot's chair as the luxurious craft began the hours long journey towards the planet itself via its sublight engines. Stevan Stormro locked in the ship's autopilot and sat back, idly watching the planet as he drew his sphere of influence in until he was all but invisible in the Force and thought back to the odd situation. He had been on Adumar working on establishing a covert powerbase on the small, out of the way planet when he had been attacked by, of all things, an assassin. Such methods tended to not work terribly well on the mildly paranoid Nagaian Sith Lord, and he had not been surprised when his attacker had fallen with relative ease; What had surprised him, however, was the holomessage which he had found on the deceased assassin. That whoever had sought to elicit his attendance knew enough of him to be able to track him and make such an attempt bothered him greatly and if nothing else he was determined to discover who it was who had been able to track him. If there would be other powerful Sith present as well he could also potentially learn more about what other Sith remained active in the galaxy who might hypothetically pose a threat to his and his allies' endeavors. With that in mind he had decided to risk attending, although not without taking some precautions.
That was why Stormro had come alone, without Belbe or his apprentice Nel Bukk, and had dropped out of Hyperspace so far from the usual entrance points to the system. He wanted to spend some time analyzing the situation as best as he could from orbit, hidden from prying eyes by his ship's cloaking device and his skills of concealment. However, as time passed and he drew nearer to the planet he could sense a potent nexus of dark energy, intriguing the curious Sith Lord as he slipped into meditation and tried to ascertain more about the unexpected discovery. With his weaker connection to the Force Stormro had been unable to sense the powerful focus point from beyond the system but now that he was here it might as well have been a holonet beacon; was this what the gathering had been called for? Something to do with some sort of potent dark nexus or ancient artifact?
As his concealed craft finally arrived in orbit Stormro scanned the system with the ship's expensive sensor suite; there were not many vessels in orbit at the moment although the Acclamator II-class Assault Ship was all but impossible to miss. The smaller Wayfarer-class Medium Transport also showed up on his scanners, and while neither vessel seemed hostile Stormro remained hidden, shifting his focus from the scanners to the planet below. He could see the scars in Korriban's surface even from orbit, a scowl gracing his visage as he pulled up the recording which Rutil had left on the holonet after his attack. Normally Stormro could care less about the Jedi so long as they did not interfere with his works, but the destruction of so many Sith artifacts, tombs, and writings angered him. While he had made sure to visit the Valley of the Dark Lords and meticulously document everything that he could years ago the fact that future students would be unwilling to experience the tombs directly was truly a tragedy and a crime in his opinion. It was not as if there had been any particular military value in the ancient structures and buried tombs; this had been a strike meant only to demoralize and frighten the Sith. The wastefulness of it all frustrated Stormro, and he distracted himself from his anger by returning his attention to the sensors as he continued to observe the situation from orbit for the time being. He would certainly venture down to the surface eventually, but until then he preferred to remain hidden.
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Post by Bedrovelse Hevn on Sept 8, 2015 15:26:33 GMT -8
Unfortunately for the assassin, he was easy to spot in a crowd. Few if any had the stomach to gaze upon Bedrovelse so boldly. Catching the flicker of his eyes upon Hevn more than once raised his suspicion. Leading the bastard into a trap wasn't difficult considering he followed so willing, desperate to keep sight of his target in a crowd.
He was only a few steps behind when Hevn turned into the alley and seized him by the throat. Both of the assassins hands went to Hevn's arm, inducing an electrical charge that briefly stun his prosthetic hand. The hooded figure slips through his weakened fingers only to find Hevn's knee ramming him into the wall. His body thumps off the wall of the cantina as blow after blow follows the knee. Fist, elbow, foot, knee again. The assassin rattled off the wall like a rag doll while Hevn used him like a punching bag. The pathetic whelp didn't have a word to offer. No weapons he could find that could even harm him. As function returned to Hevn's arm he uses the fingers to wrap around the assassin's throat again. He squeezes until life fades from his breast and the twitching came to a halt.
In his pockets Hevn finds a holocron addressing him specifically. A congratulations and summoning to Korriban. At first he thought it a joke as the planet had been bombed into....well more dust...until the voice of Darth Archais stretched from the machine to his ears. Crushing it in his palm to destroy the evidence he departed for Korriban. Eager to understand how he could make use of the Shard.
Exiting hyperspace, Hevn arrives on Korriban. He directs his ship through orbit wasting no time contacting any planetary control or other security measures. He navigates his way down to the planet with an open mind and wary eye. The promise of power and destruction awaited.
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Post by Kel Sentriss on Sept 8, 2015 18:15:09 GMT -8
A twist of motion, and they had arrived in orbit of Korriban. Archais and Kruor, dark lords of the Second Imperium both, had checked in one last time with the Dysnomia, ensuring its course was safely away from any prying eyes - particularly those of the Jedi. Satisfied, Archais punched a few commands into the controls and made a connection with their element on the surface. A small dispatch had been sent to secure a meeting place, and Archais was pleased to not only see that one had been prepared but that several of his "targets" had already arrived. This would be most productive.
He alerted Kruor, and the shuttle began to make its way planetside, heading toward the signal sent by Gideon's men. Events accelerated.
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Post by Darth Sobrius on Sept 9, 2015 13:41:59 GMT -8
*Korriban... A sacred bastion of Bogan. Defiled by the hands of some Jedi. Even in the cockpit of his Nune-class shuttle, high in Korriban's atmosphere, Sobrius could sense it. The taint, the scars. It made him scowl and snarl.
But he did not come here alone... other ships were in orbit, other dark presences. Other survivors of these scattered assassination attempts, deemed "worthy" of insurrection against the Jedi. No doubt a lofty individual, he who believed himself "worthy" of making that judgment. Still, Sobrius had no doubt this was fate, that the dark side itself was leading him here, to the origin of the Sith species itself, preparing Sobrius to spread its influence.* "I will bear whatever inconveniences you place upon me," *he muttered quietly,* "if it would be conducive to your will."
*The shuttle lowered itself toward the planet's surface...*
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Post by Bloodrage Pirates on Sept 9, 2015 13:56:56 GMT -8
The Cutlass exited hyperspace above the graveworld of the Sith. Arkan had no love for those that followed the Dark Side of the Force, his brother had always been a thorn in his side. The Captain looked at the planet and the ships within his line of site. It seemed to be slightly busier than the graveyard that the planet was, it seemed to support the message he had been sent. The cruiser began to slot into orbit of the planet above Dreshdae, the only place that was even half inhabitable on the planet.
"Prepare a ship, I will be going down with Three, Xim and four Black Guard. Be prepared to launch the Firespray after us with a full combat team and keep the shields up and weapons ready. I'm taking no chances, if my beacon stops transmitting, blast it's last location and launch the firespray!"
The First Mate nodded to signal he had heard and understood his Captain. Arkan did not like this situation, almost as much as he disliked the vessel with which the message was delivered. No-one had been foolish enough to make a move on Arkan on Tatooine in months and he was kicking himself for being surprised by the assassin, even if he survived. He did not allow himself to limp even though his left leg had taken a battering and hurt like hell. The Echani would be damned if he would let some 2 bit merc force him to not stride off his own bridge!
The Black Guard were ready in the shuttle and Xim met Arkan and Three in the hanger before joining them aboard. As they departed they could see the Firespray being loaded up ready for a combat extraction if things should get "backstabby"!
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Post by Stevan Stormro on Sept 9, 2015 14:20:20 GMT -8
As more ships continued to arrive in orbit Stormro opened his eyes, a slight smile gracing his lips as he felt a sort of summons through the Force from the planet down below. It was time, especially since he hadn't seen any signs of aggression directed towards the other ships that had already began to head down to the planet. Taking the pilot's yoke back into his pale hands, the Nagaian Sith Lord eased the "Wraith" into a gentle dive down towards the surface below, the cloaking device still active as he made his way towards Dreshdae and the meeting location.
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Atia
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Post by Atia on Sept 9, 2015 14:51:30 GMT -8
The Cutlass exited hyperspace above the graveworld of the Sith. Arkan had no love for those that followed the Dark Side of the Force, his brother had always been a thorn in his side. The Captain looked at the planet and the ships within his line of site. It seemed to be slightly busier than the graveyard that the planet was, it seemed to support the message he had been sent. The cruiser began to slot into orbit of the planet above Dreshdae, the only place that was even half inhabitable on the planet.
"Prepare a ship, I will be going down with Three, Xim and four Black Guard. Be prepared to launch the Firespray after us with a full combat team and keep the shields up and weapons ready. I'm taking no chances, if my beacon stops transmitting, blast it's last location and launch the firespray!"
The First Mate nodded to signal he had heard and understood his Captain. Arkan did not like this situation, almost as much as he disliked the vessel with which the message was delivered. No-one had been foolish enough to make a move on Arkan on Tatooine in months and he was kicking himself for being surprised by the assassin, even if he survived. He did not allow himself to limp even though his left leg had taken a battering and hurt like hell. The Echani would be damned if he would let some 2 bit merc force him to not stride off his own bridge!
The Black Guard were ready in the shuttle and Xim met Arkan and Three in the hanger before joining them aboard. As they departed they could see the Firespray being loaded up ready for a combat extraction if things should get "backstabby"!
She still wore the slaves collar, but had a shal over it to hide her status as a slave. Didnt want the Boss to look bad, bringing someone that could just like be a concubine to a serious party.
Her E11 was holstered, her throwing blades hidden (all 3), and the vibro-sword was across her back. Other then that she had a flash granade and a smoke granade hanging from her jacket. She did keep the belt that was an iconic piece of equipment for Banshees. It inclded both sound dampner and personal stealth field.
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Post by Abraxas Korax on Sept 10, 2015 18:29:39 GMT -8
After a long journey through hyperspace laden with contemplation and malice, Aion drops his sleek but lightly battered Sith Infiltrator out of hyperspace and into orbit over the planet Korriban. A planet once known for his housing of the Sith Species and after them the Sith as a whole. The ruin could not be seen from space, nor could the shortage of inhabitants, but what could not be seen could easily be felt as he cloaked the ship and brought it down towards the planet; a small matter that was followed quickly by a planetary descent as the ship broke orbit.
The descent towards the planet was a dreary one. The sheer sight of the devastation enough to send the small question into his mind. How did such a pitiful excuse for a planet maintain it's value for as long as it had?
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Xxoxia Valuna
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Post by Xxoxia Valuna on Sept 10, 2015 20:00:21 GMT -8
The void of space shimmered for a moment and displaced, causing the shuttle that appeared within the emptiness to seem out of place for a moment. The Simic had transversed the galaxy to be here, its' occupant eager to possibly put an end to this quest. An end to this game that her Master seemed to be playing. Before her was a planet she'd never seen... well, she'd never seen many of the planets she'd been to within the last two years. Her entire life spent on the sun-baked planet of Tatooine. The more she thought of her time at the Temple the more she realized she had been a prisoner; a conditioned prisoner.
"Not anymore," Xxoxia said softly to herself as she watched the dead planet grow larger in the Simic's viewport. Korriban, the birth place, the world of the Sith. She hadn't heard much about it, Jud'dayus had never really spoken of the place, though she knew he'd been important enough to be there many times in the past. Looking at the planet she couldn't understand why it was so special, or why the Sith seemed so adamant on maintaining it as their true home... she just couldn't fathom it.
"We haven't received any hails?" Xia asked the navigator droid, knowing the answer but using the question as a way to ease her anxiety.
No Mistress, there hasn't been any communique from orbital control or the surface; though there seems to be a high amount of hyperspace wakes over the planet... I'd suggest caution, Mistress.
"Noted..." Xia answered, her dark eyes narrowing as she thought. She was on her own, Enam had stayed on Coruscant to track a lead when they'd learned about this "meeting". Oddly enough she felt naked without the man here next to her. They'd spent every waking hour for the past two years searching for Jud'dayus with the arse, yet being apart seemed foreign; almost unnatural. Xia gave the thought a sly smirk, and shook the thought from her mind. "Maintain course, lets get to the surface and see if we can find the Old Man."
The droid gave Xia an acknowledgement chime as the shuttle continued towards the planet.
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Post by Bedrovelse Hevn on Sept 16, 2015 19:11:47 GMT -8
Hevn's infiltrator moves from atmosphere to orbit, and continues to the edge of space. Hevn disengages his cloaking and activates the hyperdrive. With the leap, he enters one of the lanes and makes his leave of Korriban.
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Post by Zuka Zammanee Tarkin on May 5, 2016 9:04:13 GMT -8
After a good amount of travel time from Sullust a single Lambda Class Shuttle escapes hyperspace and enters Korriban's orbit. From the cockpit Zuka looks to Maedhros and motioned for him to follow hime to the loading area of the shuttle so that they could meet with Zuka's honor guards who were aleady prepped for departure. The shuttle then makes its descent towards the Valley of the Dark Lords.
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Post by Maedhros Or'dinii on May 6, 2016 13:06:50 GMT -8
Maedhros looked upon Korriban with widened eyes. A planet that he would have never dreamed of seeing in his lifetime. It seemed barren, yet had an strong aura about it. He heard voices, and screams. Twisted by dark powers he could not yet comprehend. The Dark side was powerful here, one wrong move and it could consume you forever. Maedhros followed Zuka intently, you could almost feel how anxious he was. As if he was projecting it on everyone around him.
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