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Post by Darth Herboren on Oct 18, 2020 18:11:54 GMT -8
Korriban's Orbit - Eye of Millennial
The Sith Meditation Sphere belonging to Millennial Reborn, formerly of the Millennial Dark Force Cult of the Sith Worlds, emerged from hyperspace above the tomb world of Korriban. It had been decades since Millennial has stepped foot on it's surface. In that time, he had accumulated a following, attempted to exert his control over the remains of the Dark Tide and control the shrouded Sith Worlds...so returning here was surprising, but at the same time, Millennial had foreseen his arrival here, several weeks ago. As he lay, recovering from his engagement with the Blackguard Reborn, the mutant seer received a vision through the force, of an arid world, littered with the remains of those that had come before. Few worlds fit that description. Opening a comm channel to planetary control, the Prophet spoke.This is Eye of Millennial to Korriban Control. I seek an audience with your...hierarch...The Prophet trailed off, smirking to himself. Hierarch. That certainly was a drastic change from Jen'ari. Or at least, that was what this man had called himself when he invaded Bosthrida and eradicated his forces...despite this, however, he was willing to speak with him and even ally himself to this resurgent order, in hopes that he could guide them along the path that the Cult had been meant to. Of course, that wasn't going to be mentioned, but his abilities were still something to be valued. Or so he hoped. Sith could be fickle when it came to what they deemed valuable.
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Post by Darth Malvus on Oct 18, 2020 21:34:22 GMT -8
This is Eye of Millennial to Korriban Control. I seek an audience with your...hierarch...
The vessel, Malak's Revenge, an Interdictor-class Cruiser, was the one who picked up the transmission of Millennial Reborn. The Captain of the vessel relayed this message to the surface, but a response came before the transmission was fully sent. The captain waves to his communication officer, opening a direct channel to the heretic. The voice of Malvus came moments later.You are bold to come into the midst of my followers. But I know you not to be a fool.A source of heresy that was not welcomed.Why have you come, Millennial? Do you seek to corrupt my followers with your blasphemy? Do you seek to spread your heresy within my ranks?! Do not play me as a fool if you try to state otherwise! You are drawn to power like a moth to the light. That is plainly obvious.The starfighters still barred the way forward.Speak! |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2020 11:33:03 GMT -8
Some Time After the Eye of the Millenial's Attempted Landing In the short time that Lady Vesperia had been away from Korriban, a few things had happened. Not that many of that mattered too too much in terms of the Hierarch's latest missive, though. Just as she had stated in her first and last private audience with him, she had made it her mission for his new order to thrive, which meant followers, blind or otherwise. Keeping the pace as the Blackguard's peon as she had for all those wasted years proved useful, at that. As usual, no one bothered to reach out for a follow-up, as they were either too busy or too important to meddle with her affairs. Typical. Annoying. But at least now, it had its benefits.Karnac had managed to gather a few of his old pals together, the remaining Spectres of Midnight, now congregated in her ship. Alongside her usual crew, which included two other instructors at the Academy, it made for a cramped journey, leaving Vesperia in a more ill-tempered mood than usual. Getting all of these little brats their own ship would have to become a more immediate task on her to-do list as the Architect. What more, a few other students and masters ended up taking her word with few to no questions, such as Lerax-Syn. It was simple enough to pull a few easily-impression or new members of the old Sith under her wing. Some seemed to crave the idea of a mission to bring glory to the Sith. Vesperia technically wasn't lying, either, although she had a feeling there may be a mutiny against her later when they realized she boarded them employing untold "treachery." She would have that fun task to deal with later, a thought that held zero sarcasm.The Amaranth broke out of hyperspace's swirling series of blues, leaving nothing but the reddish planet to shine before them among the black void of space. Behind it, a small fleet followed, all hovering behind the X-70B Prototype.This is Praetor Vesperia here to meet with Hierarch. Oh, and I've brought some friends.Vesperia's voice sang over the transmission to orbital control before giving Mosethe the signal to descend. Whether or not the orbital control would still do their jobs with her newest fleet was a curious thing, but nonetheless, she wouldn't keep the Hierarch waiting. Her ship then broke into the atmosphere and headed towards the Fanged Acropolis. Sooner or later, the rest would follow, or so she hoped. As an added bit of encouragement, Vesperia opened the line to her entourage.I'll see you on the ground, lovelies. I'll brief you all after my meeting, so make yourselves comfortable.Dravleo, usually calm and collected, released an unamused laugh from the co-pilot's chair."You know, a fleet of unknowing victims has the potential of going south very quickly, m'lady."In response, Vesperia let out a lyrical, high-pitched laugh as she stood behind him and Mosethe."Ah, my dear, you worry far too much. It will go exactly as I've designed. Have a little faith." Her playfulness turned rigid and scorching all too quickly, and it was enough for Mosethe's hairs to stand on end. At least it was Dravleo who spoke up since Mosethe wasn't beyond consequence. As though Vesperia sensed his fear, she turned a sharp gaze over to her pilot and smiled. Although she spoke gently, the lady did very little to hide her malicious intent."Just as I have in you both to land this ship as quickly and comfortably as possible." There was definitely an unspoken 'or else' laced in there. Dravleo kept himself composed well-enough, knowing all too well that he was beyond the lady's threats. Mosethe wasn't, though, and it was honestly a wonder that he'd lasted this long without invoking her full wrath. The faint flicker of his lips revealed his silent chuckle as he helped take over the landing procedures.For all of the other Praetor's sakes, Mosethe and Dravleo attempted to better the lady's mood with the smoothest landing they could muster. Surely, though, it would be easy to accomplish once they were on the ground, and she could escape the little ones to do business. |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2020 23:26:27 GMT -8
The trip back to Iridonia had been a rather short one. After all, they had but a single mission: gather up those they could to build the ranks of the new Resurgent Sith. During that small amount of time, Duvrax had focused his attention on those that remained of Gavin’s students minus the Klassen siblings, who had already been integrated into the Blackguard’s developing projects. Unlike his master, though, he explained the reality of what was going on. The infighting of the Savage family had happened a month before Vesperia took him as an apprentice and it had been a little while since. The situation as a whole was bringing about conflicted within the Sith ranks, dividing many and confusing others. Who did they give loyalty to when both sides demanded it? Ultimately, the offer to join Malvus, who’s Sith had simply left and disconnected themselves from the fighting showed the greatest promise. And with Duvrax having already been there to express some of what he saw, it made convincing them much easier.
And here they were, stuck within a small room per Duvrax’s request so as to not further incite any more frustration from his master. He had noticed her feelings upon them joining them and thought it best to keep them confined to a singe room so as to keep them out of her way. Duvrax stood in the doorway merely watching them in silence once he knew they had arrived. It wouldn’t be much longer now and a new order would give a new rise into their training that had begun to slow down since the infighting started.
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Post by Lerax-Syn on Nov 22, 2020 18:58:55 GMT -8
The red glow from Korriban's surfaced glazed over Leraxsyn's eyes as he stared down from orbit. He hadn't learned much of the history of Korriban, mainly hearing stories of it's Sith Academy and the ancient tombs that had been buried many years ago. It had been an interest of his to visit a place of the Sith that held such power and secrets of the dark side, and now he had been brought before the planet. The swell of the force felt strong even from orbit, signifying its strength and historical value to the Sith.
Leraxsyn slowed the ship down and descended to Korriban's surface, following the current of the force to his destination.
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Post by Darth Herboren on Nov 30, 2020 16:00:57 GMT -8
This is Eye of Millennial to Korriban Control. I seek an audience with your...hierarch...
The vessel, Malak's Revenge, an Interdictor-class Cruiser, was the one who picked up the transmission of Millennial Reborn. The Captain of the vessel relayed this message to the surface, but a response came before the transmission was fully sent. The captain waves to his communication officer, opening a direct channel to the heretic. The voice of Malvus came moments later.You are bold to come into the midst of my followers. But I know you not to be a fool.A source of heresy that was not welcomed.Why have you come, Millennial? Do you seek to corrupt my followers with your blasphemy? Do you seek to spread your heresy within my ranks?! Do not play me as a fool if you try to state otherwise! You are drawn to power like a moth to the light. That is plainly obvious.The starfighters still barred the way forward.Speak!
As Malvus' voice answered his call, the aged man smirked. It was amusing to think that Malvus still considered him a heretic, considering all that had transpired since the Blackguard's Sith Worlds campaign. Heretic was hardly the word he would have used. Replying to Malvus in kind, Millennial merely spoke his piece.I seek neither power nor would I call my own beliefs to be blasphemy...I am merely a traditional follower of the Sith Code...a code to which you seem to have more in common with than originally expected, if recent events are to be believed...however, we stray from my true purpose for being here. Since myself and my followers were routed by the Blackguard, I have taken much time to reflect and contemplate my next move. A vision of a red-skinned Sith leading a following on the tomb world of Korriban greeted my mind's eye. And with it, clarity of purpose. I possess several unique abilities, abilities you have seen in action on Nfolgai. I come to you, a humbled servant of the dark side, and offer my skills to you. I retain some of my forces and all seven of my apprentices, all of which will be made available to you, should you accept. All I ask in return, is for a chance to advise you and your conclave, and bring an end to the light that plagues this galaxy...And just like that, Millennial's piece had been said. It was honest and straightforward, nothing more. Despite his more traditional stance on being a Sith, the dark side Prophet was willing to become much more lenient with his beliefs, should Malvus take his offer. Only time would tell if Malvus was willing to look beyond past events and push for a better future for all Sith, or if he was just another pretender, vainly trying to seize power for himself... |
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Post by Darth Malvus on Dec 13, 2020 17:54:02 GMT -8
And just like that, Millennial's piece had been said. It was honest and straightforward, nothing more. Despite his more traditional stance on being a Sith, the dark side Prophet was willing to become much more lenient with his beliefs, should Malvus take his offer. Only time would tell if Malvus was willing to look beyond past events and push for a better future for all Sith, or if he was just another pretender, vainly trying to seize power for himself...
The console on Millennial's vessel beeped as coordinates were sent to him.Meet me in the Archives of the Fanged Acropolis, Millennial. We shall talk there.With that, the transmission ended. |
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Post by Darth Herboren on Dec 14, 2020 15:36:42 GMT -8
With the end of the transmission as well as the uploaded coordinates, all that was left for Millennial to do was follow them and speak with Malvus on Korriban's surface. Following the uploaded coordinates, the Meditation Sphere followed them down to Korriban's lifeless surface...
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Post by Tyrana Letta-Horica on Dec 19, 2020 18:42:03 GMT -8
A Wayfarer Class Freighter comes up from the surface and moves towards Malak's Revenge at a non-threatening pace. Tyra punches in a few buttons and speaks through her comlink
Malak's Revenge, this is Tyrana Letta, requesting permission to land on the authority of Darth Malvus. He has given me permission to rest aboard while he finishes up his business below...
Her voice sounds beyond exhausted, and she sits back in her chair with a huff and closes her eyes, waiting for a response. Her mind drifts, trying to piece together the few days before she had ended up in the bacta tank on this blasted ship. Eight years.... what had happened? Phantom would know... but she can't for the life of her sense him. Probably masking himself for the sake of what ever mission he was probably on.
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Post by Darth Malvus on Jan 25, 2021 8:41:54 GMT -8
Malak's Revenge, this is Tyrana Letta, requesting permission to land on the authority of Darth Malvus. He has given me permission to rest aboard while he finishes up his business below... =Captain of Malak's Revenge= Lady Letta-Horica, you are given permission to dock in the portside hangar bay. I will have some guards escort you to your chambers. A meal will be dispensed later from the kitchen at your convenience.With that done, the greenlight was given to land. |
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Post by Tyrana Letta-Horica on Jan 25, 2021 14:46:48 GMT -8
The sound of the captain’s voice over comm makes Tyra jump slightly from her thoughts and she nods, not seeming to acknowledge that he can’t actually see her. She punches a few buttons and maneuvers her ship to the portside hangar. Setting up the landing sequence, she waits for the metallic clunk of her ship’s landing gear to make contact with the hangar floor before letting the engines die and giving a sigh of relief. She stands after a moment, looking around the cockpit and realizing she has no affects to take with her. Hopefully her chambers would be stocked with clothing as her father had always kept for her. Lifting her hood over her face, the ramp lowers and she slowly walks down and waits for her escort at the base. While waiting, her mind wanders again, off to memories that play at the edge of her mind, seeming to tease her into recalling what was so damned important… how had she been injured? How had she ended up in the bacta? Her mind reels and she shakes her head to clear it. A little rest and meditation will help bring light to these questions….
Lady Tyrana?
Tyra looks up and sees a couple of soldiers have approached her, she nods to them silently and they both give her a short salute of a kind.
We are here to escort you, the younger looking of the two says. Again, she nods and follows them closely, the call of a good bed and good rest seem to be enticing her to move faster. Soon they are following her, despite the relapses in her memory, she seems to remember the way to her chambers. It wasn’t until she reaches the door that she realizes that they were practically running to keep up.
We will return with the evening meal. The older one says and they salute again. Leaving her in the open door watching them depart, Tyra seems to just stare after them blankly a moment before turning and heading inside.
As the door slides closed, Ty heaves a small sigh of relief¬ and undoes the clasp at her neck, letting her cloak fall to the floor. She was on yet another ship, but at least this one was friendly, and well-guarded… Her whole body slumps in exhaustion and she moves towards her bed, stopping momentarily to stare at the drink cart her father had been kind enough to install for her once upon a distance past. She looks at the Tihaar bottle and shakes her head slightly before stripping off her dress and crawling into the bed. She is unconscious before her head hits the pillows.
=Dream=
Ty, Run! A fiery explosion rocks the corridor that she is standing in, knocking her back against a wall and pushing the air from her lungs, bits of metal pelting her. Smoke engulfing her and her partner, whose face is now obscured. They push her back the way that had come and she breaks into a run. Her breath comes in sharp gasps as she covers her side with her hand, shrapnel sticking out of it, blood already soaking down her leg. Where the kriff did that come from!?
Her mind reels, trying to figure out who this person is, why they’re yelling at her, and why they’re running. The ship isn’t familiar, but even in her dream she senses she is close to this person. Together they manage to make it back up the hall but are met with blaster fire from the way they were trying to get. Tyra tries to ignite her saber but looks down and sees that the blast had damaged the crystal. Kriff…
Get down! The figure pushes her to the floor just in time dodge one blaster bolt, it hits him. But she falls right into another. It pierces her shoulder and she grits her teeth in pain, hissing.
Damn it, *******! I am not a rag doll!!! She yells at the figure, their name static in her ears and their face contorting through the smoke and giving her no hint as to who is with her. But she can tell by his body language that he is just as banged up as she is, and pissed, but he is now singlehandedly taking care of the soldiers that are firing at them. When the hall is clear, he comes back for her and picks her up by the scruff of her cloak.
You are a liability in your current condition. He barks down at her, but there is slight concern in his voice as she feels his obscured eyes examines her body and sees just how worse for wear Ty is from the explosion, it had caught her off guard and she wasn’t able to block the blow. Cuts cover her tiny frame, tearing her clothes and soaking them in blood. She shakes her head as a ringing starts in her ears and she stands as tall as she can against him
Yeah?! And you’re no fun! Wouldn’t even let me do this solo!
An amused chuckle shakes his shoulders, despite the situation, as he picks her up and gently tosses her onto his shoulder. And if I had, you’d already be dead. Come on, you’re abandoning ship. I’ve got the droids prepping your transport, I’ll finish this myself.
She struggles for a moment before cringing at the shrapnel in her gut and gives a slight cough, tasting blood in her mouth. I can continue… I can take care of the intruders… please ******* let me finish them!
Ty starts awake, covered in a layer of sweat, breathing heavily. Was that just a dream? The thought of the mystery person with her brings comfort to her, as she felt it in her gut that he had been the one to put her in the bacta, but where was he? More questions swirl in her head and she shakes it violently, trying to clear it. This was infuriating. Once her father becomes free, Ty will seek his counsel, but until then she climbs from the twisted blankets covering her and moves with feline grace to the refresher. A cold shower would assist her in clearing her head.
Or a quick romp in the sheets. Her whole body freezes, her eyes locked on herself in the mirror as this thought comes unwanted into her mind.
That’s right… I’m an assassin…. Trained by Feral and Phantom to seduce and kill…. The pieces start to come back to her as she stands naked in front of her scar riddled reflection. Still an image of beauty, but for some reason, the area from her dream where the shrapnel had pierced her skin was scar free. Maybe it really was a dream after all…
After a very cold, cleansing shower, Ty wraps a towel around herself and sits at the edge of her bed. Crossing her legs, she rests her hands on her knees and closes her eyes. Taking a deep breath, Ty begins to meditate, stretching her awareness out. She focuses on the dream… it had been so real that she is sure it was… or at least it is a version of the reality…
For nearly two hours she sits in silence, focusing on the slippery whisps of a memory or dream that keeps eluding her conscious thought. About to give up, she hears a familiar voice and follows it.
=Meditation=
Ty, Run! A fiery explosion rocks the corridor that she is standing in, knocking her back against a wall and pushing the air from her lungs, bits of metal pelting her. Smoke engulfing her and her Big Brother, Phantom. he pushes her back the way that had come and she breaks into a run. Her breath comes in sharp gasps as she covers her side with her hand, shrapnel sticking out of it, blood already soaking down her leg. Where the kriff did that come from!?
Her mind reels, trying to figure out why they’re running when they should be fighting, hunting down the people doing this to their precious vessel. The ship is very familiar, as it was the ship she was last on with Phantom, Ferinus, and the others. Together they manage to make it back up the hall but are met with blaster fire from the way they were trying to get. Tyra tries to ignite her saber but looks down and sees that the blast had damaged the crystal. Kriff…
Get down! Phantom pushes her to the floor just in time for her to dodge one blaster bolt, it hits him. But she falls right into another. It pierces her shoulder and she grits her teeth in pain, hissing.
Damn it, Phantom! I am not a rag doll!!! She yells at him, she looks up at him and can tell that he is just as banged up as she is, and pissed, but he is now singlehandedly taking care of the soldiers that are firing at them. When the hall is clear, he comes back for her and picks her up by the scruff of her cloak.
You are a liability in your current condition. He barks down at her, but there is slight concern in his voice as she feels his eyes examines her body and sees just how worse for wear Ty is from the explosion, it had caught her off guard and she wasn’t able to block the blow. Cuts cover her tiny frame, tearing her clothes and soaking them in blood. She shakes her head as a ringing starts in her ears and she stands as tall as she can against him
Yeah?! And you’re no fun! Wouldn’t even let me do this solo!
An amused chuckle shakes his shoulders, despite the situation, as he picks her up and gently tosses her onto his shoulder. And if I had, you’d already be dead. Come on, you’re abandoning ship.
I’ve got the droids prepping your transport, I’ll finish this myself.
She struggles for a moment before cringing at the shrapnel in her gut and gives a slight cough, tasting blood in her mouth. I can take care of the intruders… please, Phantom, let me finish them!
No! That’s enough Ty, do not make me sedate you. His harsh tone only slightly masked the concern, she could feel herself losing consciousness, and knew he could sense it too.
Shit… maybe I’m not gonna make it out of this… she was thinking.
Phantom carries her to her ship and once aboard puts her on the medbay table, waiting for the droids to prepare work on her to remove the shrapnel.
I have coordinates input in the computer already. Once I’ve cleared out the rabble, I will rendezvous with you there. A week’s time at most. The droids here will take good care of you. Phantom puts an affectionate hand on Ty’s forehead before nodding to her and turning to disembark.
Big Brother, no! come with me! I have a very bad feeling this wasn’t just a coincidence!!! Ty struggles to sit up but the droids have strapped her down.
Coincidence or not. I will not leave our brothers to deal with this nuisance alone. I will see you in a week Ty. He left the medbay and the ship, Ty yelling over and over for him to come back, to stay with her. Ty felt the ship take off at a reckless pace and almost instantly was sedated.
Her next memory was waking in the bacta, the last remaining droid having used the last of its backup power to revive her.
=end mediation=
Ty’s eyes open and she stares blankly ahead of her…
So that’s what happened……
She feels numb… yet her heart aches, she doesn't feel Phantom’s presence anymore she hasn't since she woke up… she closes her eyes against the thought and shakes her head again… she needed answers…
Moving from the bed to the closet, Ty sees that indeed an array of clothing has been stocked for her. She chooses a modest set of robes and slips into them.
Then she moves to the drink cart and grabs the bottle of Tihaar before sitting on the sofa to wait.... she would get answers... eventually.
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Post by Nem Yin on Oct 17, 2022 7:12:07 GMT -8
The abdomens of blaze bugs grew luminous and bright, while a bleating chirp sounded from the navi-brain, alerting the crew that the ro'ik chuun m'arh was just about at its destination. The Executor was already well aware, having a direct neural link to the Price of Pain's systems through the symbiotic connection of the cognition throne he was connected to. Through sheer force of will, he coaxed the temperamental organic frigate analog's dovin basal array into slowing down the ship, transitioning from a swirling blue sea to a star speckled tapestry as they emerged from the wormhole in space. The hull shuddered as it rapidly slowed from lightspeed travel down to sublight speeds, its plant pod like engines locking on to the planet of Korriban and using the barren spheres own mass as an anchor. Forward facing yaret-kor swiveled on their mountings, though targeting sensors read nothing hostile in the vicinity to vent their fury upon. Removing himself from the commanders seat as subordinates took over, the Executor walked towards the coral bridge railing and rested a cloaker concealed hand on it, gripping its hard surface with jet black fingers. His emerald eyes flickered from their usual green hue to a more sinister orange as the black blood in his veins coursed faster, his heart beating with a steady pace in his chest. Dark purple sacs beneath his eyes remained deflated, and his lips curled in distaste at the barren brown rock ahead. He let out a hot breath before hacking a steaming wad of phlegm onto the bridge floor. Tiny insects emerged from crags between the floor and walls and cleaned up the mess before Nem had even turned to face Cyrion.
"Korriban." He hissed the name as though it were a curse. "This is where it happened. This is where they killed Uzas and revealed themselves for the craven heathens they are, or were." Truthfully he wasn't sure what had happened in the decade they had been gone, despite his best efforts to fill in the gaps. The Sith Empire that had called this world home so many years ago when the reborn Praetorite was still in its infancy had vanished at some point during the period of time that Nem had departed the known galaxy for the intergalactic void. Rather than from any one action or conflict, from what he had gathered it seemed like the self proclaimed Empire had simply fallen into stagnation, though he suspected there was more to it than that. Any organization built on such a morally absent foundation was sure to fall before long, likely leeched by its own parasitic members. "A world of cowards."
"Dangerous cowards." Added Cyrion, coming to stand beside Nem. The other Yuuzhan Vong was wearing a suit of vonduun kerr skyrric, or crab plate as the infidels like to call it, which added to the bulk of his already muscular figure. For his part, Nem appeared much leaner, though just as tall and no less deadly for it. Where Cyrion was a thorny rakamat, Nem was an athletic bissop waiting to leap. The commander continued. "Assuming there are any left, of course. Anyways, the teams waiting for you in the rear bay. Good luck, Executor. May Yun-Yammka guide your coufee." He finished, adding a standard warrior caste blessing.
"Ha." Barked Nem, turning his ritually scarred face away from the projected display of the villip choir. He bared his crooked yellow teeth, thin lips peeled back in a savage sneer. "That blood soaked yammosk has nothing to do with my blade. I'll settle for skill over the false promises of a fabricated god."
At one time his words might have elicited gasps from the crew, but no more. Everyone that served closely with the Executor knew about his aesthetic leanings and liberal use of blasphemy. There was no love lost between Nem and the Yun'o. He didn't have time for dogma or religion. Instead the bridge remained quiet as the other reavers willingly overlooked the prophets unsavory speech. It was eerily silent as Nem left the bridge, though that was soon replaced by the sounds of hissing amphistaffs and sharpening coufee blades as he reached the rear bay of the ro'ik chuun m'arh and came to stand before twelve other members of his domain. They were young. Well, he supposed everyone was young compared to him, but these ones seemed younger than most. Fresh from the secret training grounds of Domain Yin, where the intendants practiced and perfected their deadly martial skills beneath the watchful gaze of veteran shadow hunters, they were each a honed blade ready to be wetted. The sparring and last minute equipment inspections stopped as all eyes, or in this case glowing ocular implants, turned towards the Executor who came to a stop on the deck between them and the yorik-vec they'd be taking to the surface.
"Heads up, lads." He growled, narrowing his eyes so that their fierce orange glow was focused like a laser beam. "I'm not sure what we'll find down there, but we won't be found wanting in the face of it. If it's Sith, well, you've all received the best training our domain can offer. Lets not embarrass it by getting yourselves killed. Even if there are none left, there are certain to be traps left behind. Cowards though they may be, they covet their secrets, and will have taken steps to see them protected." Lowering his left hand to his belt, Nem patted the plasma eel coiled around his waist, drawing the groups attention to it. "Fortunately, we haven't come to collect anything but skulls. Remember to use your demolition biots liberally. Desecrate and deface everything these infidel scum have left behind. Now, everyone aboard. Move!"
A dozen cloaker clad Yuuzhan Vong shadow hunters in dark cloaker body suits headed up the molleung worm ramp and boarded the Bleeding Orifice. As Nem followed behind them, he went towards the cockpit and seated himself at the pilots station, resting his hands on the controls as a tall-yor descended from the ceiling and dropped over his head. Bone hooks bit into the flesh around his neck, locking the cognition hood in place as his mind melded with that of the ship. Atmospherically sealed, the arrest tentacles holding the gunship to the Price of Pain released and the organic transport drifted away from the frigate analog, its dovin basals spinning the support craft around before pulling it towards the sand storm swathed planet below. Several of the young shadow hunters had situated themselves in the gunner station for the quad volcanic cannon turret and twin barreled lava cannons. A trailing cloud of dust and ice crystals bled like a shimmering mist from the yorik-vec as it zoomed into orbit, its nose angling down before dipping into the sand choked atmosphere, setting a course for the Valley of the Dark Lords.
In orbit, the ro'ik chuun m'arh Price of Pain held a vigilant watch while it waited for the surface-bound team to complete its mission.
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Post by Nem Yin on Oct 20, 2022 4:24:40 GMT -8
As success of the first stage of the mission reached the ear of Cyrion Yin, the commander gave the order to commence with stage two. Six warrior caste is special vacuum sealed suits of vonduun skerr kyrric slipped into the cognition thrones of their yorik-et, each feeling a slight detachment from their own flesh and blood bodies as they were symbiotically linked with their fighter craft. A hud overlapped with their vision, allowing them to access the coral skippers bio-circuits with eye motions or even a directed thought. Dovin basals were stirred to full alert and began radiating gravity waves as the arrest tentacles holding each starfighter in place began to retract. So it was that a half dozen nimble organic starfighters broke away from the ro'ik chuun m'arh, followed by three landing skiffs that looked liked elongated meteorites, but were in fact tube of yorik-coral containing three full scourges of Yuuzhan Vong warrior caste. War chants sounded in the hollowed ovoid rocks as they were launched towards the surface of the planet, picking up speed as they hurtled away from the Price of Pain on the heels of the half squadron as they laid in a course for the planet's defacto capital.
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Post by Nem Yin on Jan 22, 2023 7:37:07 GMT -8
After several weeks, the ground team departed the surface and returned to the Price of Pain in orbit. The organic frigate had been busy in that time, depositing several villip beacons with oggzil attachments around the star system. Any vessel entering the region, whether it be Yuuzhan Vong or belonging to one of the infidel races dependant on mechanical technology, would be greeted with the same message.
Strictly speaking, Nem was uncertain if his rank within the First Order entitled him to take this action and claim this level of authority in the FOs name. The Emperor had been less than forthcoming with the exact details of the intendant's position as First Prefect. That aside, he was prepared to face the consequences at a later time if it meant keeping the Sith who he still harbored a resentment against off of their ancestral homeworld.
A short time later the ro'ik chuun m'arh departed via the system's edge and made a lightspeed jump towards the Expansion Region.
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Post by Darth Sholvah on Oct 16, 2023 12:04:11 GMT -8
*dropping out of hyperspace at the extreme edge of the sector, a deceptively non-descript fondor haulcraft arrives in Korriban space. listening to the now garbled message, the pilot looks at his scanners and let's out a chuckle and an eye roll, ignoring the warning as being both false and ultimately irrelevant since he didn't care for whatever imperial laws it was going on about*
"like seriously....what self-respecting sith would even entertain obeying this drivel, right buddy?"
*an astromech let out a series of derisive and markedly disrespectful chirps and beeps before getting to work on plotting a new course. passing closer to the planet proper, the pilot looked down longingly before reciting something below his breath*
"don't worry, friends....i shall be back sooner rather than later"
*with that, the haulcraft veered back away from the planet and headed back towards the hyperspace lanes. once the astromech chirped its readiness, the starship lengthened into hyperspace and disappeared*
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Post by Valefor on Feb 29, 2024 13:59:39 GMT -8
The C-9979s of the Dark Fleet appeared out of the hyperspace journey from Had Abaddon to the Sith Tomb World known as Korriban, or Morriban as some how mistakenly identified it as. But soon enough the massive Star Pyramid was clawing its way from the void of the other dimension back into this one. The trip time had allowed Valefor a chance to rest and recover his strength, even going so far as to have indulged in a wash by the hands of 9 prototype HRDs that the Dark Forge had produced. While they were improvements after the last batch of consorts that had been produced, there were a number of notes sent back for improvement. As with much of his work, these tests and improvements also served a dual purpose in that the bodies for the next phase of the Holo-Shard project would be stronger and better for it.
He strode back to the command table and manipulated the projected image of Korriban as the Felstorm and the combined Dark Fleet ran sensor scans to update the planet's mapping data. Raids, The Rise & Fall of Factions, Wars... It had changed and marred Korriban further and further, but the darkness it emanated had kept the Jedi from ever invading and occupying the world. Sure, they could bomb it all they wanted, but it changed nothing. The place in history which Korriban sat would never be wiped out, short of a mad Jedi going crazed enough to destroy it. But even then only the world's physical manifestation and reminder would be gone. A truly massive darkside Nexus would remain for eons, long after the Jedi that had destroyed the world was long dead and the memory of his order had faded into obscurity.
The Light purifies and cleanses, wiping away itself in its own crusade. But the Darkness... the darkness corrupts, contorts, and lingers long after that which was its source has been destroyed. That was why the followers of the Darkside had persisted for so long, even after the Jedi had claimed victory repeatedly within the past.
He zoomed in upon a series of ruined temple structures just outside the Valley of the Sith, causing the system to automatically highlight them from the surrounding areaBegin out deployment here, one of these structures will contain the nexus I seek... But be careful, not even droids are invulnerable to the lingering spirits of Sith Lords trapped within the valley nearby. Not to mention the dozen or so other dangerous creatures they set to guard their Tombs...
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Post by Professor Arachnus on Mar 4, 2024 11:26:39 GMT -8
T: "I say we nuke it from orbit." Chimed in a T-series tactical droid with a synthetic female voice, unit R1P-L3Y. "It's the only way to be sure." CLANG! No. Replied Commander Beelzebub with a metallic clang as the super tactical droid's mechanical left mandible struck the other tactical droid across its processing unit in a viscous and quite audible backhand, knocking Lieutenant R1P-L3Y to her cybernetic knees. The Commander hovered over the other droid, and scolded them with a metal digit, repeating itself for good measure. No. Stop it. A rusting squeak sounded as Commander Beelzebub shook his metal cranium from side to side dismissively, then turned to face the Fabricator General, saluting before addressing his lord. As you command, Forge Master. Searching a target area this large will require a significant force of droids. I recommend we move the Felstorm into the lower atmosphere and carpet bomb the landing site with baradium warheads to clear away any hostile indigenous lifeforms, then deploy Hellrider squads from HMP Gunships to serve as outriders and scouts while we establish a mobile command centre.Commander Beelzebub pointed at the holographically projected map of the terrain, which was constantly updating as probes launched ahead of the star pyramid's approach transmitted tactical data over the Forge Network. Four spy satellites had already been positioned in orbit to provide an eye-in-the-sky for the Forge forces. Where the super tactical droid pointed, a new icon appeared on the map, designated Fort Valefor.The command centre can assist with traffic control as we land the C-9979s at the scorched landing site and begin unloading the Iron Brigades of the Legios Cybernetica. Our heavy artillery guns can level the tomb structures in a matter of hours... Interrupted!"No!" Screeched Arachnus, distorting the holographically projected map as he hopped up onto the projector table and squared off with the Felstorm's droid commander. "We can't risk damaging the artifacts found in the ruins. They belong in a museum!" His chassis swivelled and two of his robotic spider legs pointed towards Lord Valefor. "In the Forge Master's museum, the Daemonium Bibliotheca." Of which the academically inclined cyber arachnid was the Arch-Curator.Very well. Replied Beelzebub, quickly adapting to the change. In that case, ten IG-227 hailfire-class droid tanks will escort five multi-troop transports to each of the tombs, which we'll designate as objectives Alpha, Beta, Charley, Delta, Echo, and Foxtrot. Fabricator General... He addressed the Forge Master directly. ...due to your tactical specialty, I'm assigning you Iron Brigade 113, the Exorcists. They have been outfitted with... The Commander paused, uncertain how to explain. Fortunately he didn't have to, as the Professor was eager to share with his demonic master the practical application of his research.Sparks spit from the transparasteel cover of the projector screen surface as Arachnus turned around quickly, razor tips clinking across the table as he neared Valefor the Red, Sith Sorcerer Supreme and wielder of the Eternus Caestus. "The Exorcists are specialty B1s, master, warded against the supernatural. Their doonium armour has been gilded with Sith silver smelted from pieces of the Eternal Throne in the Spire on Zakuul." Their first adventure as master and manspider. "Their holy plate has been inscribed with archaic tribal glyphs collected from the Shaman Chiefs hut on Nelvaan. After running a comparative analysis between those symbols and what we have on file about Sith necromancy, it is this unit's humble assertion that the Nelvaanian characters are actually more effective than their Sith counterparts. We've also replaced their antiquated blasters with state of the art muskets produced by the Dark Forge, that use a green powder charge from recycled kessoline and fire Sith iron balls consecrated in the blood of Geonosian queens. The battle standard of the 113th, woven in supple Sullustan skin, has never been dropped. They are led by Sergeant Corrosion, a successfully reeducated Shard from the Iron Citadel on Orax."A most effective weapon for a most unusual battlefield. Stated the Commander in his passionless synthetic manner. DRK-1 probes will scout ahead of the brigades and provide visual data, alerting the Legios to threats before they can obstruct our search. According to Imperial records, Korriban no longer hosts a sentient population; however, recent holo-net reports indicate smugglers and treasure seekers have had encounters with suspected Sith natives in recent years. It is possible they may even be found in these old ruins we'll be scouting. "Organic filth." Muttered Arachnus. Indeed. Continued Beelzebub. If you encounter any, they may prove a valuable source for information. As such, I will be assigning an IT-O interrogator droid to each Iron Brigade, so any potential locals encountered may be interrogated before disintegration. |
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Post by Valefor on Mar 7, 2024 17:35:19 GMT -8
I appreciate your enthusiasm for nuking everything Ripley, but absolutely not.
He examined the tactical display as the information was updated and Beelzebub started laying out his own plan for bombing the area. But before he could interject and throw the idea out, Arachnus was already objecting to the entire thing and forcing a new landing plan to be presented. He pulled up a data window showing the readout details of the Iron Brigade 113. It was a curious experiment to watch droids try and understand and make use of the Force in service to him. They had certainly followed some sound logic and reasoning in regards to their choice of protection. But whether it would work out as intended was an entirely different matter.
He closed the info window and re-examined the projection of the world as Beelzebub spoke of reports relating to natives being found on Korriban and the fact that a number of criminal elements had been making use of it in recent times
Do not go in search of them. If they get in our way then we'll eliminate them, but we have much higher priorities to concern ourselves with. Is that understood? Three stones remain and there is a great many works to complete.
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Post by Professor Arachnus on Mar 10, 2024 8:19:23 GMT -8
"Understood." Understood. "Understood." Valefor simultaneously received a chorus of matching replies from the rambunctious robots occupying the bridge, each automaton eager to carry out the Fabricator General's will. Soundless instructions were dispersed and disseminated amongst the machine hordes of the Legios Cybernetica as the Felstorm began to enter the upper atmosphere, its void black hull trailing orange flames as it hurtled towards the surface.The adventures of our heroic Sith and his faithful robo-spider are continued here. |
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Post by Modred Insanus on Oct 27, 2024 14:25:30 GMT -8
The shuttle broke orbit, gliding off into space. During the ascent Insanus had been talking to the high priests. Thirty five hundred years, that’s how long he had been entombed. Locked in stasis, trapped. Apparently for the first thousand years his stasis pod had been kept moving. He only gave a brief thought as to why they hadn’t shot him into The Maw.
It didn’t matter, what else mattered was that his children endured. The Cult endured. Not that he truly cared, they were playthings, toys, food. He had no ambitions beyond pleasures of the flesh, blood, chaos. He did not seek control, or domination, he craved horror, flesh, women, wine, he cared not how he got them. The cult was merely a means to an end, the idiots truly believed that in him was their salvation, carnal pleasure, self-immolation, murder, mayhem. Death at his hand was seen as the highest honor, and the names of Children he killed were echoed by the others forever. It was quaint. While he thought of all this, one of the high priests was blathering on, funds good, ships and weapons galore, then he said something that shocked Insanus. “Did you say billions? With a B?” He muttered. Over a billion in the cult now? Hidden, among various regimes and companies within the galaxy, some in high ranking positions, within various governments and republics. All in service to his name, his legacy. A cruel smile crossed his red stained lips. “How exhilarating!” He roared in the back of the shuttle causing some of the other Children to jump at his voice. He smiled broadly at them. “MY CHILDREN! REJOICE!” He bellowed as he stripped off his tattered robes, standing naked before them, splashed across his back, the same mark that adorned the ships, not tattooed, but burned. “Clothe me..” He spread his arms out, knowing they brought clothes properly fitted. After a few moments he was adorned in black robes with a red inseam made of the finest materials available. “Soon…Children soon we shall once more carve a name for selves in the backs of lesser beings…” He whispered, yet in the silence his voice carried… “Let us be off.” He ordered. As the ship slowly turned, the priests bowed low and scuttled off to the front of the ship. Insanus flopped upon a grouping of pillows and blankets that had obviously been prepared. They smelled fresh, so it was most likely every ship sent to search had something similar. “A new adventure begins.” He said with flashing his fangs at one of the Cultists, a girl similar to the one he had “Released” . “Here..” He whispered pointing at her with a claw-like finger then at a spot in the pillows next to him. “Your name?” He muttered as she sat down, shaking, not with fear, oh no you didn’t get this far in the cult being afraid…No it was anticipation. “Jara…” She whispered. “Jara..Jara you know who I am, what I am… What happens next, yes?” He whispered, she nodded slowly her eyes never leaving his mouth. “Good.” He whispered as the ship began accelerating. The jump to hyperspace completed.
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