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Post by Darth Saress on Sept 7, 2014 21:58:31 GMT -8
The last bit of Sarah's Force power was finally spent as her body came to a complete stop. Under the sheer weight of her exhaustion, the Sith crashed down upon her knees nearly blacked out. Sweat dripped down from her face in droves as she fought to maintain her focus. With her eyes locked upon the Red Hooded Sith, she nodded slowly and just sat there.
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Post by Darth Malvus on Sept 8, 2014 5:38:52 GMT -8
Valstrol watches as the woman collapsed from her exhaustion. He grimaces slightly. This was delaying his more important business on Korriban and the Sith never liked being delayed. With a moment, both of his feet were planted on the ground. His figure towering over Avogo.
Well? Out with it! Why did you stop me?
With the tone of his voice, Valstrol's anger flares slightly.
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Post by Jensin Kal on Oct 9, 2014 21:43:40 GMT -8
He'd been caught between a drink and a way off of this rock before someone else like the Inquisitor decided to go all sparkle hands on him, he remained unseen as a mere silhouette beneath a cloak he snatched somewhere back there as he talked price to one of the pilots here. Quietly. From afar it would seem no words were spoken which in fact not many were since price was like a second language to most of these guys. Revlan understood why he ended up here based on the events over the past two days, it was his fault and his anger had caused him to stumble and fall. Now that he had a clear mind he needed to find his crew and make sure they were okay, just before launch he assisted the pilot of loading crates onto his ship until he was aboard as it ascended up and out towards Korribans orbit.
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Post by Darth Saress on Oct 21, 2014 9:06:57 GMT -8
Valstrol watches as the woman collapsed from her exhaustion. He grimaces slightly. This was delaying his more important business on Korriban and the Sith never liked being delayed. With a moment, both of his feet were planted on the ground. His figure towering over Avogo.Well? Out with it! Why did you stop me?With the tone of his voice, Valstrol's anger flares slightly. |
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Post by Darth Malvus on Nov 20, 2014 11:34:08 GMT -8
While gathering the energy to regain her strength, the Dark Haired Sith felt a white-hot flash of anger, which originated from the Red Hooded Sith standing before her. In that very instant, every buried and hidden fear and hatred came rushing to the forefront of her mind. The fear she had of her Master when he first abducted her from Coursant fueled her newly found rage.As that fear and anger quickly converted into a powerful and burning rage, Sarah could feel the Dark Side of the Force empowering her entire body. Each muscle in her arms and legs began to tremble with fury as she stood to her feet and locked eyes with the Red Hooded Sith. Even though this burst of energy would only be temporary, Sarah convinced herself she had to show this Sith that she wwas not weak and it would be wise for the Red One to take her seriously. The air around her body almost seemed to be on fire as she screamed throughout the Force at the man."You will not ignore me." |
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Post by Darth Saress on Jan 21, 2015 22:37:18 GMT -8
The Rage seemed to ooze out from Sarah's skin as she stood defiant against the Red Hooded Sith. Each pump of her heart sent echoes throughout her chest cavity, but for now, she had to ignore that feeling. With her top teeth grinding painfully against the bottom, the Dark Haired Sith Lord extended her left hand toward the Sith Lord. Impulses of the Dark Side began to travel down the middle of her forearm and gathered into the palm of her hand. The Sith's yellow eyes were focused, yet constricted with the physical strain the energy was putting on her body. Sarah knew if she continued to draw this heavily upon the Dark Side, she risked grave bodily harm. Turning her hand and pointing the palm out toward the Red Sith before her, Sarah began to focus every bit of dark energy she could muster. A ghoulish red glow radiated from her fingertips, all the way down to the halfway point of her forearm.
Now, the technique the Dark Haired Sith was trying to accomplish had only been demonstrated once by her late Master. She knew the basics, but she did not have full understanding of the capabilities of Force Blast. She wasn't trying to engage the Sith in front of her in full combat, but impressing him with her knowledge was a different story. With a painfully strained tone in her voice, the Dark Haired Sith spoke.
"Take me on as your student! Show me the ways of Mastery of the Force! I must expand my knowledge!"
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Post by Darth Malvus on Jan 22, 2015 7:18:04 GMT -8
Malvus calmly stands there, watching the woman as she attempted some form of Sith power. She was indeed struggling, that was quite evident by the strain coming from Avogo's physical form that the Sith felt through the force. She was defiant and showed willingness as well as desire to learn more. Yet Malvus had not taken an apprentice in centuries. The first thing he needed to do was test the woman's determination in this matter.
Despite her attempt, Malvus's facial features seemed rather unimpressed. Even his force presence showed no change in his attitude towards Avogo who had disrupted his business. He calmly sits back down on the speederbike, appearing to be ready to leave the woman where she was.
I have seen Sith with more potential than you and twice as much determination in their eyes. You struggle even with the basics, Sithling. Go find an academy who can re-teach you the basics before seeking a Sith Master of my caliber. Perhaps you may even learn how to use a simple Force Blast along the way.
Now Malvus waited. His mind wondering if the woman would give in and depart, showing herself to be weak or would this woman remain defiant and show determination that the Sith needed in his apprentices.
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Post by Darth Saress on Jan 22, 2015 12:37:24 GMT -8
The Red Sith Lord's words cut deeply into Sarah's stomach as he prepared to board his speeder and return to his business here. Her eyes hollowed, her skin redden, and her brows furrowed with deep hatred she stared out upon him. If he would not teach her, than all she had done to get his attention was in vain. That also meant that the local law enforcement would eventually track her down and make her answer for her recent crimes. For a single moment, the Dark Haired Sith could see everything in perfect clarity. The only sound she focused on was the beat of her own heart, but it was all she needed. With every bit of Dark Energy she could bear, Avogo released the Force Blast from the palm of her hand and sent it streaking toward the Red Sith. An unearthly scream escaped Sarah as she felt the palm of her hand being scorched from the presence of the Dark Energy. The red bolt of energy was aimed for the Sith Lord's center mass, which was an attempt to prove that Avogo was in fact a worthy Sith; worthy enough to be trained by a Sith Master.
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Post by Darth Malvus on Jan 22, 2015 12:44:24 GMT -8
Malvus felt the power building upon within the Sithling as Avogo appeared to be learning something from his words. His gaze turned to see the Force Blast unleashed in its raw form. Calmly the Red One raised his palm and dissipated the force attack with ease, as if the Force Blast was merely made of air. After that was over, the Sith got off his speeder and approached Avogo, staring down at her with his imposing figure shadowing her. A few moments of silence passed before Malvus spoke.
...What is your name, Sithling?
Avogo had the raw power with the potential it seemed. She would need to be honed as whoever her former master was did a sloppy job from what Malvus could see. Unless she had been without a master for years and became sloppy herself. Nonetheless, this Sithling was indeed an apprentice worth taking. After all, if she wasn't worth it, Malvus had his ways of disposing her.
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Post by Darth Saress on Jan 22, 2015 13:04:46 GMT -8
The very moment the energy was expelled from Sarah's body, she came crashing down hard upon her knees. It felt as if her own gravity was crushing down upon her. Each breath came out in deep, painful gasps of air while fighting to stay conscience. Just before she collapsed to the ground, Sarah witnessed the Sith Lord easily dispel the one piece of magic she actually knew. It was a crushing defeat to the young Sith and weighed heavily upon her heart. She weakly turned her gaze up toward the Sith Lord, who had demounted his speeder and approached her. Figuring this was the end, Avogo sighed to herself and accepted the fate before her. But in that moment, he spoke to her and asked her name.
"Sa...Sarah Dillard...."
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Post by Darth Malvus on Jan 22, 2015 13:14:34 GMT -8
A hand lifts up and begins to stroke one of the tendrils hanging from the chin of Malvus. His eyes showing that he was pondering upon Sarah's response.
Your birth name will have to do till you are granted the right to use a Darth title. Depending on how well you last for the duration of my visit to Korriban, Sithling, you may be granted a Darth name. A sign of your training that will begin.
The Sith turns and walks back to the speeder, sitting down once more upon it. Soon it roared to life as Malvus prepared to leave. He turns his gaze to Sarah who remained upon the ground nearby. Sarah was indeed held raw power, but had the potential to be honed into a tool for the Dark Side.
Well? Are you coming or are you gonna remain sitting on the ground?
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Post by Darth Saress on Jan 22, 2015 13:42:30 GMT -8
Strange. There was that feeling that had not surfaced in quite some time. It flooded Sarah's mind for a brief moment before she shut it out to focus herself. As the Sith walked back to his speeder, Sarah slowly regain control over her breathing, but her body was still drained from her use of Force Blast. Her yellow eyes gazed down to palm of her left hand and what she saw was unbelievable. The energy from the blast had burnt the flesh of her entire palm, but she felt no pain. Using her right hand, she felt the palm of her left and confirmed it was indeed burnt, but again, no pain. Sarah's attention was pulled to the speeder as it roared to life in front of her. The Red Sith call out to her and she knew she had to get up. With all the physical strength she could muster, Sarah stood to her feet and slowly made her way to the speeder. There was a time when she almost tripped and stumbled upon the ground, but she remained focused and finally reached the Sith. Her hazy eyes gazed to the back of his speeder, than to the Sith himself.
"May I, My Lord?"
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Post by Darth Malvus on Jan 23, 2015 13:48:45 GMT -8
Malvus red eyes turned to glance at Sarah for a moment before quietly nodding. Once Sarah was behind him, the engines of the speederbike reeved before the two Sith zipped off for the terrain of Korriban. It was time to test the potential of his new-founded apprentice.(Go ahead and reply on the Korriban Terrain thread here: jedivsith.boards.net/thread/402/open-terrain?page=6)
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Post by Darth Malvus on Mar 22, 2015 19:54:52 GMT -8
The speederbike roared back in Dreshdae where Malvus brought it back to the shopkeeper he rented it from. Within short time, the pair were walking back to the space port where Malvus's ship awaited them. The refueling crew had gotten his ship back to full. His eyes glanced over at an empty terminal where Sarah had killed the security guard on duty. Yellow tap covered the window as personnel crawled all over it. However, the pair did no longer long for the engines of the Red Star would roar to life and zip for Korriban's space.
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Post by Gideon Raith on Sept 6, 2015 19:06:21 GMT -8
The Shard of Alderaan; Interlude.
As the ‘Abyssal Heart’ had descended through the russet-hued clouds of Korriban and towards the ruins of the settlement below, the roar of it’s engines echoed throughout the remnants of the sprawling city. Dust the colour of atomized brick spilled from the collapsed towers whilst the dagger shaped corvette thundered past in the skies above. It was a horrendous sight to those that had never seen what had come after a bombardment, but to those that had once called this world home in another life, it was even worse. Their families were dead, and the planet itself had mocked the ashes of their bones with stinging gusts of wind. There would be nothing left of their forebears to bury, and Gideon saw how that rubbed some of his soldiers the wrong way. To them, the reverent worship of their ancestors was merely a part of their spiritual routine and a factor in its restoration. To the Colonel, it was merely a waste of valuable time. He didn’t see the point in praying to Dead Men who had long outlived their mortal coil. It was a superstitious cantrip to lure the weak-minded and foolish to the banners of those that sought to corrupt and control them. Yet, as much as he despised the desire for Religion, he couldn’t deny it’s lunacy to his Soldiers. As much as he hated it, those born into its corruptive embrace could rarely find themselves living without it.
When the Raider-Class Corvette had cut its forward thrust and gunned the maneuvering thrusters, it hovered over one of Dreshdae’s largest spaceports. Though much of the structure had crumbled beyond repair, much of the landing pads and flight decks were somewhat serviceable and would suit their needs for the day. It wasn’t like they were claiming this world for their own, as who the hell would want to stay on this benighted world? Only the primitive and deranged, Gideon mused.
Unsure of what awaited them below, the Colonel rounded up several of his best troopers and punched the cargo bays control panel. As his gauntleted hand connected, the loading ramp peeled back into the bowels of the vessel, leaving nothing more than a vast cavity where the underbelly had once been. Hot and acrid gusts of wind blew into the recycled environment of the compartment, leaving a bitter taste upon his tongue as the Stormtrooper placed his helmet atop his scalp. He hated this world, and what it stood for. The faster this gathering had concluded, the better. It took almost every ounce of willpower he had to resist the urge to bite his tongue in order to focus his mind elsewhere. Thankfully, he was able to fall into his training as he prepared to rappel down onto the flight deck below.
Attach the drop cord onto the deck, ensure that it’s secure. Check that the connection is solid between my armour and that of the rope. Check the man to my right, and ensure that his connection is just as solid - if not better. Step back to the edge of the cavity and wait to give the order. The sign was given, and, therefore, the command as well.
Gideon stepped backwards once more and fell from the interior of the vessel. His rapid descent had been arrested by the strength of his cord, and with the confidence of his years of training behind him, the Stormtrooper slid down towards the rubble-strewn flight deck below. Once his boots had hit the ground, the Colonel detached the rope and shouldered his WESTAR M-5. His augmented eyes scoured the remnants of the spaceport, searching for signs of anything that could resemble a life sign, let alone something that could be considered hostile. After several heartbeats had passed and nothing was found, Gideon ordered his soldiers deeper into the complex with a simple gesture of his hand. Like him, they too shouldered their rifles and proceeded into the shadowed enclave - searching every nook and cranny whilst they secured the entirety of the complex. When their mission timer had clocked past Zero Two-Hundred, the Colonel had called off the operation.
There was no use in securing the entire city, not when they wouldn’t be on this wretched world for much longer. Instead, he took the short route and had his assembled Troopers place timed charges at several key access points to the outside remnants of the city. Once they were all placed and had regrouped, one of the Sergeants primed the detonator and tossed it to his Commanding Officer. Without issuing a single word, Gideon’s thumb depressed the trigger and a resounding bang echoed throughout the city. Funnels of smoke billowed into the air and sheeted the platforms with yet another layer of dust. One of the Stormtroopers had piped up stating that their deed was somehow poetic, and that had garnered a rousing bout of laughter from several Stormtroopers nearby.
:: Stow the laughter. We’ve still got a job to do. First and Second squads, I want you to form up before the two entrances. Five men astride each door with rifles held to your chests. The rest of you, I want you inside and making the conference room somewhat presentable. These Sith have a tendency to be preening nancies when it comes to their gathering spots, so why ensure they’re disappointed? Dismissed. ::
As they had departed his present company, Gideon turned his prosthetic gaze towards the hovering corvette above. He connected his communicator with the vessel and broadcasted the order to remain on station until the gathering had concluded. Almost as if it were in response to his command, the rappelling lines were withdrawn into the underbelly of the corvette and the cargo bay doors slid back into their previous positions. Once that tedious action had been completed, the ship’s thruster activated and propelled the vessel out of any incoming craft’s way. Aone amidst the dust, the Colonel swung his rifle around his shoulders and stalked through the shadows, heading off in the direction of the impromptu 'conference' room.
Now that the minutia had been complete, it was only a matter of time until the Master and those that had survived his Assassins arrived.
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Post by Darth Malvus on Sept 6, 2015 19:55:41 GMT -8
The Fury-class Starfighter, piloted by Darth Malvus, pierced through the dusty atmosphere of Korriban and then rocketed just above the surface. From orbit, the Sith's starfighter had detected a large mass over the city of Dreshdae and, as his spacecraft descended, his eyes made out the shape of a warship, parked right over the only known city on Korriban that was still inhabited and in use. His senses could tell that this ship held not what drew him to Korriban, but the Sith could make out all sorts of persons upont the ship and disembarking from it. Malvus also noted that these were not Jedi nor Republic-aligned, there was a different sense of duty and discipline about them, something all too familiar to him.
His starfighter soon came within the security perimeter of Dreshdae, noting the absence of the usual security command; most likely annihilated by the wrathful Jedi who descended upon the planet in hopes of causing great wounds to the Sith and their legacy. It did not bother the Sith though; it just ensured he didn't have to deal with sloppy security. Yet what was the true problem was whoever had disembarked from the orbiting Corvette and acted as the city's security. Malvus eased up on the controls, ensuring his craft gave off a casual approach. He didn't want possible trigger happy soldiers to be given a reason or shoot first, ask questions later folk to be waiting for him.
As casual as he could be, the Sith piloted his starfighter onto a spare landing pad within Dreshdae. The cockpit would unlock and fly open once landing procedures were completed and the engines were dead. The bald head and red skin of the Sith would easily be noticeable from his dark clothing. Malvus would simply jump down from his starfighter and land on the ground, then surveyed his surroundings. It was the same port that he had landed and met his apprentice, Darth Saress. Yet the entire place seemed rather quiet and empty compared to before. Many of the city-living people must have fled when they heard of the planet's surface being invaded. Possibly hiding on the outskirts of this city or far off in some lonely caverns. Yet his force senses did pick up those few that remained; stubborn, foolish or determined in staying despite what had recently happened.
He walks some feet from his starfighter, continuing to scan his surroundings. His presence became known as a few Stormtroopers walked over from the entry way of the spaceport. Malvus was quickly identified with a background check through a data card on the Sith's person. He was identified as the half-Sith Humanoid Darth Malvus, known by the alias of Lord Ulric Tarkin of Eriadu. His known dealings with Imperialists and Imperial-aligned factions were noted. With the proper security performed, a Stormtrooper would indicate where Malvus should go, much to the Sith's own curiosity. As if these men were expecting Sith and others like him.
Malvus made his way through town, following the directions given by the Stormtroopers at the spaceport to a large complex that had a heavy presence of troopers surrounding and patrolling the area. The Sith walked towards the building, entering and making his way for what had been identified as a conference room. As the humanoid walked around a corner, following small hints by stationed soldiers where the conference entrance was, Malvus would come face to face with Colonel Gideon Raith and a group of Stormtroopers stationed outside the meeting area.
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Post by Kel Sentriss on Sept 8, 2015 18:56:14 GMT -8
The Imperial shuttle completed its atmospheric entry and glided to a smooth landing on the main landing pad of the Dreshdae spaceport. A few moments passed as the ship's drive cooled, and shortly after a walkway descended from the crew cabin and a pair of figures stepped out.
Darth Archais, self-proclaimed Dark Lord of the Sith and one of the last breathing remnants of the long-dead Empire of Omega, stepped into the dusty wind of Korriban for the first time. A traditionally Sith-held world, Korriban had been a place of ghosts since antiquity, and it hadn't been too recently that a Jedi attack on the planet had returned it to that state and wiped out what little civilization had sprouted. The planet's wind was remniscent of the role of the Sith of late; sporadic, invisible, but biting where it made contact, and like the wind, the Sith were ever-present. If he had his way, though, Archais would take that breeze and forge it into a hurricane ready to batter an unsuspecting galaxy.
Archais had visited many Sith worlds in his travels, among them Ziost and Dromund Kaas, yet Korriban had escaped his presence for a variety of reasons. It made the recent Jedi attack vexing; they'd boasted publicly about reducing the planet to dust, but dust was all there'd been here for three thousand years. Still, fitting for the Jedi to write the planet off. Soon, a new Sith would rise from the ashes, striking from where the Jedi least expected. All of it hinged on him, and it was paramount that Archais swing those Dark Lords that arrived today to his side. Fortunately, the parcel at his hip would go a distance in securing their complicity.
As he stepped down from the walkway and made true landfall on the land pad's hard stone surface, a pair of stormtroopers, the Imperium's emblem emblazoned on their pauldrons, marched out to greet them.
Lord Archais! Colonel Raith sends his regards and awaits your presence in the main Dreshdae conference chambers. We are to serve as your escort, sir, and shall see to the security of your shuttle.
Archais nodded, and motioned for Kruor to follow. The pair was taken into the city itself, and remarked at the destruction from the Jedi attack. They'd been thorough, of that there was no doubt. The streets showed signs of recent activity, yet here and there the husk of a burned-out speeder was still visible despite Raith's mens' best efforts to make the place presentable. It took just a few minutes, but at last they came to the settlement's main conference chamber, an expansive stone room that consisted of concentric-circle seats that were doubtless uncomfortable but functional enough for their purposes. A squad waited at the room's center, and Archais could see that a holoprojector had been rigged on a battery for use in his display. He tossed a data-stick to one of the troopers, and the man began integrating it into the projector as Archais turned to the squad's leader.
"Colonel Raith. Admiral Ferris was right in referring you to the task of securing the settlement. You and your men have my commendation on your work to this point. Any word from our potential attendees?"
As he spoke, and the stormtrooper at the projector completed his work, Archais was already twisting his presence into the ebb and flow of the Force on Korriban. This was a dark place, to be sure, but an experienced Force-user could see where those ebbs and flows made a well that would serve as his beacon.It was not a complex feeling, rather just a...need that any who drew near could feel. It was the signal that they were ready.
He waited.
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Post by Gideon Raith on Sept 8, 2015 20:11:25 GMT -8
As he had reached the exterior of their makeshift ‘conference’ hall, Gideon had found himself face to face with a red skinned alien clad in the traditional robes attributed with the Order of the Sith. It took every ounce of his will to keep his xenophobia in check as he stared at this filthy alien scum from behind his battle helm’s visor. If this man wasn’t here to treat with the Master, nor a powerful Lord of the Sith, the Colonel believed that he would’ve decked the man right in his smug jaw before planting his knife in his inhuman eye. With the tension slowly building within his alabaster frame, the Stormtrooper felt his teeth slowly bite home into the meat of his tongue. Rivulets of blood began to fill his mouth, washing the sundered muscle with the taste of molten copper. He had to stop the sensation from rising any further, for the man knew what it meant if a Sith could brush the surface of his thoughts. Even a hint of hatred and his life would be forfeited.
Thus, as he had stopped before the Sith known to him as Darth Malvus, his mind was steeled for whatever may come.
:: Lord Malvus. Welcome to Korriban. ::
His words, though projected outwards by his helmet’s internal vocabulator, were flat and emotionless. It was a subtle sign that the Stormtrooper knew several mental exercises to keep himself free of suggestions, and possibly much more should the Sith Lord desire to try his hand at dominating a simple soldier. Before the Sith had a chance to respond, Gideon held up his hand to silence the man before him. A brazen move considering the circumstances but the soldier doubted Malvus would take it as a slight to his pride. Instead, the Colonel tilted his head to the side to signify that he was currently engaged in a conversation that had gone unheard.
:: I’m sorry to make you wait, but I need to ensure that everything is ready. These doors will part once my Lord has arrived. ::
Entering the room as the doors had parted and closing it soon after, the Soldier let out a heavy sigh of relief. The Imperial Remnant and Kuati imperium thereafter had tried to break his indoctrination to make him more receptive to the filthy Xenos scum filling their ranks, but as it turned out, the indoctrination was more deeply seated than they had thought and thus almost impossible to remove. Several force-sensitive Inquisitors had been brought in during his tenure with the Kuati people, and even then all they were able to do was suppress the homicidal - almost zealous urge to purge the unclean. However, as their Empire crumbled, so too did the mental barriers holding back Gideon’s mounting aggression. Sufficed to say, when the Colonel had taken his legion to the stars, dozens of alien corpses were left behind upon some forgotten moon, and even more were flushed from the airlock.
Clenching his fists to ensure his mind didn’t wander back to the cleansing of his Legion, the Stormtrooper moved towards the centre of the room and double checked the work of his men. They did a fine job though there were several things he would’ve changed. However, it was a shame they didn’t have the time in which to tidy up, for when Gideon was fiddling around with the powerpak for the Holoprojector, the Lord Archais and his inhuman crony had arrived. Swallowing another mouthful of blood, Gideon and his men snapped to attention, pounding their fists atop their breastplates in the oldest manner of salutes. This was their way when bound to their armour, as saluting in the traditional Imperial way seemed unseemly with their enlarged battle helms crowning their heads. It was almost comical the first time Gideon had been made to salute his superior, as his hand had impacted his helmet and suddenly became a bobble head soldier. Thus, when it was his turn to take command, such tradition was abolished in favour of the more practical pledge of allegiance.
:: One Lord Malvus has made planetfall already, Sire. The rest have yet to arrive. :: Though he wished to comment on the praise heaped upon his men and himself, Gideon simply stood straighter out of pride. :: The scanners of the Abyssal Heart indicate that a flotilla of vessels has entered the System and are holding station in high orbit around the planet’s northern pole. Whether they bear those that survived your… Invitations are unknown at this point. We will know more when the Corvette calibrates its sensors to account for the fallout emanating from the Valley nearby. ::
With the report given, the Colonel turned his attention to several blinking runes upon his helmet’s heads-up display. Responding to his soldier’s identification sigils with several pulsating blinks of his own, the squad of Stormtroopers within fell back to the doors and took up an almost ceremonial position. As their alabaster warplate had darkened in the shadows of the alcoves, their hands had shot up and ensured that the previously sealed doors had now parted, allowing access to those that had and would eventually make planetfall. Soon, the gathering would begin...
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Post by Bedrovelse Hevn on Sept 9, 2015 4:01:21 GMT -8
Observing the destruction of Korriban left an unsettling feeling in the pit of Hevn's stomach. The Valley had been obliterated. None of the statues or tombs were left standing to greet Bedrovelse. The lords of times past were either lost...or free. A dangerous circumstance for the jedi to create. A reckless maneuver. Even those wicked of heart and ill of intent knew better than to trifle with the Lords of old. Insidious and cunning every one of them, conspiring the demise of their predecessors and competition alike. Those forces would see to it that this assembly succeeded. Their powers would manipulate the very fabric of the universe and tip the scales into the hands of the darkness. This world was more than coffins and sand. This was the birth of the Sith. Their hallowed ground would not be so easily desecrated without vengeance being called like a furious curse upon those deserving its lashes.
Even a Jen'jidai new this. Hevn may not have been a Sith, but he had no problems in assisting their success. The gifts of the dark side have been bountiful and prosperous to one such as Hevn. To see it thrive once more was a desire long in the making. To kill and spite his enemies assisting powers even greater than his own was a passion. He could serve happily and joyfully under the eye of Darth Archais. His name was echoed by his masters before as the most dangerous and assertive foe in all the galaxy. Such a force of the dark side that even the legendary Dark Jedi Order dare not trifle with his schemes and machinations.
Passing over Dreshdae a powerful wave of the force swept over Bedrovelse. Someone was conjuring a beacon to draw in those summoned. He could feel them, above, below, and beyond. There was an enormous storm brewing here. A calling to the deepest and darkest corner of the universe to those strong enough to hear it. Was he fortunate, or damned? Such organizations of Sith usually did not end in any understanding other than the question of who bore the greatest superiority. This was wherein Hevn's absolute trust lied. With no desire to the claim, and the deep respect he had for Archais impressive legend, his loyalty would be nearly unwavering. Killing Jedi and force sensitive hunting Mandalorians would be a pleasure under any command that wished it.
Other than securing the secrets of the universe....it was his favorite thing in the entire universe to do. Slay the cur.
Bedrovelse was never the type to fly so boldly into a spaceport, but this situation was different. The planet was desolate. He could feel in the force that it was empty and starving for life to feed on. Calling those of the darkest hearts to feed it's desperate maw. The spaceport did not contact him at all in orbit, and did not either as he neared its physical location. Yet as he flew over it the doors slid open to declare their welcome. Storm troopers below hailed their invitation. As precarious a situation as it was, he did not resist it. He sets his Sith Infiltrator down in the hangar and descends. Troopers jog to the ramp of his ship with their weapons at the ready. An officer strides confidently behind the squad, gazing down at a datapad. Realizing it could be nothing other than a "list", Bedrovelse interjects.
"Lord Hevn."
The trooper's helmet rises from the datapad to Hevn's face. He nods and with the wave of his hand the blaster rifles fall into a relaxed pose. The troopers voice calls through from behind his helmet.
"Welcome Lord Hevn. A building has been secured for meeting. The guards will take you."
He flourishes a hand toward the squad. Hevn raises an eyebrow. No search? No further questions of identification? It seemed too easy. Hevn nods, and follows them to a building. They lead him through a door, and to another on the interior outside of which they wait. The officer addresses Hevn before stepping aside the entry.
"Darth Archais waits within."
'He better be you wretched little twit or I will see the rest of this planet laid to waste by my blade alone.'
It was a sudden and impulsive thought. One that came from his sword. It was home now. The planet on which he forged it. All its power was tempting him, and yet it could not call louder than he could silence it.
The doors slide open with a hiss. Bedrovelse strides through tall and noble. His white hair is neck length around his narrow and pointed face. His jaw, and shoulders are wider than proportionate due to his prosthetic limbs. Hevn wears a dark coat of Krayt Dragon skin, dyed black, and detailed with elegant designs of quicksilver color. Black combat boots clap a few steps into the room. Black pants are held by a utility belt housing his lightsaber and sith sword. A blaster as well as his other usual tools. His youthful face turns upon the guards centered in the middle. They made no effort to threaten him whatsoever. So his frigid icy blue eyes turned upon Darth Archais himself.
A slim and apparently strong humanoid. They could have been brothers if Bedrovelse were not half machine. He would not read the book by its cover. Hevn had heard many legends of Darth Archais ferocity form, and skill with the dark side. He was certain to be a man Hevn preferred friend, than foe. Securing such a bond would likely prove a difficult task.
Addressing the Dark Lord, Hevn bows stiffly. His back clearly resists the motion, but he manages it. His pale sapphire eyes do not leave Archais. A sign of fealty and respect to a man he desired no conflict with.
"I am the Sage. Bedrovelse Hevn. I have answered your summons, Darth Archais. I will make as best a use of myself as I can."
Observing the troopers use of the data stick, Hevn gestures toward the holo projector.
"If I may ask, what do we have here?"
The dark jedi was almost too happy to be present. His body language and presence is void of conflict or aggression. Service seemed to be his primary pleasure and concern. Bringing pain and misery to his enemies at large made Bedrovelse Hevn a happy man.
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Kel Sentriss
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Post by Kel Sentriss on Sept 9, 2015 7:25:40 GMT -8
Archais listened to Raith's report and nodded at its conclusion. So Korriban had been utterly devastated, then. He'd suspected the planet would ultimately hold little worth to him, particularly after such a vicious attack, and the status of the nearby Valley of the Dark Lords only served to cement this world's status as a broken trophy of a planet. Perhaps it held some historical value to others, but Archais saw it as little but dead weight and himself as a new breed, ready to extend the Sith reach to new stars and new empires.
First, though, to business.
"Good work. Send a runner to Malvus and summon him here."
Archais watched as one of his men separated himself from the group and left the chamber, his anxiety palpable to the Force. A test for this one, this Malvus, to see if he could put the needs of the Sith above the natural predator's reaction to fear.
Through the same door, though, came a face he was certain he recognized. The man clearly battled with some demons as he waved off the trooper with the roster, and Archais nodded stiffly to himself in approval. A Sith Lord bowed to no man...and as the name 'Hevn' clicked, he realized it bowed to no dark Jedi either.
"I am the Sage. Bedrovelse Hevn. I have answered your summons, Darth Archais. I will make as best a use of myself as I can."
Archais returned the bow with an incline of the head, the most he ever afforded anyone.
"Hevn. I recognize your name from the annals of the Dark Jedi Order. Powerful warriors all, and your name among them. I crossed blades with your old masters Pyros and Eversio on more than one occasion....nearly died in their invasion of Manaan."
He didn't bother to elaborate further, nor continue with honorifics. They all knew why they were here.
"What we have is an opportunity. Tell me your thoughts on this."
As he spoke, he reached into the satchel at his side and withdrew one of the crystals within. It wasn't large, easily fit into an adult's palm, yet its power was undeniable. Even a novice Force-user would recognize this as a significant concentration of the Force, able to propel a single Force-user to magnificent heights of power. Indeed, he suspected any of the dark lords that would group here would likely simply take the crystal's power for their own and kill the rest, which was why he kept another such crystal hidden on his person as an insurance policy. Oh, such a battle would be epic in scale, but what he would reveal would ultimately compel the others to join him, he was certain.
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