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Post by Bloodrage Pirates on Sept 12, 2015 3:58:15 GMT -8
Arkan accepted the crystalline object and turned it over in his left hand a few times. It was indeed a strange object, aesthetically pleasing and yet somehow heavier than it should be. The Captain had handled many precious minerals in the past and had not expected this. It was clear that the crystal had some hidden power. Not only were the collective Lords gawking at their trinkets but Arkan was beginning to feel something he had not felt in a long time, since last he saw his brother. His mind begun to wonder to their last, violent meeting and the terms in which they had parted company. He realised all too late that his mind should be focused on the present and the meeting at hand.
The Pirate quickly secured the crystal into a pouch on the left side of his belt. He had no desire for the power it offered, just for the credits that he would be able to make from this campaign. Archais talked about needing resources, armies and ships, the Bloodrage Pirates had all three already. Obviously this was not enough for the Sith or he didn't want to have to pay Arkan constantly and was planning a move on Kamino. This watery world was known by the Pirates although they had never raided it themselves they had picked off the occasional supply ship in the system.
“As long as I get paid, Archais, we have an agreement!”
The Echani only half expected the Sith to hear him as he walked out. If he had been invited then his price was well known. It was becoming obvious that the pirates had been invited as a cover for the beginning of this campaign. Any early raids to gather resources, ships, weapons could be covered up as attacks by the Bloodrage Pirates and the larger Sith plot could be hidden from the Jedi. Arkan had decided his price would have to go up!
His attention was grabbed once again, this time by a female. Atia had revealed her identity to the group and the extent of her dedication to this cause. Arkan knew the pirates had taken jobs from her organisation but he had never met the Twi'lek Nightsister himself, perhaps his brother had. It was curious that she wore a slave collar, surely she was well past that? The Captain turned when he saw the Nightsister's gaze wonder in his direction. It was not in his direction but in Three's direction and he noticed their gaze meet, perhaps seeing another of the same species was of some comfort to them.
He had already decided that he would need a talk with Atia and so he began to walk around the edge of the room towards her. He assumed that Three would follow and noticed that Xim was still close to the main entrance as he should be. As he approached he began to talk.
“Atia, I had not expected to see you here. It is good to finally meet you in person.”
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Post by Kel Sentriss on Sept 12, 2015 17:41:31 GMT -8
Archais was moving from the podium when Malvus called out.
Darth Archais, if I may speak...the Western Outer Rim has been untouched by the Jedi and neglected by the Republic for as long as I can remember. And I have been in that region of space for many years now. As it is untouched by our enemies, its potential is ripe for the plucking and thus the outcome of its potential could bring much gain. It is something that should be noted.
He stopped in front of the Kissai Sith, nodding but answering as if in retort.
"Though I'm sure you're right, Malvus, my aims are greater than a single area of the galaxy. The way of the Sith of late has been the slow, piecemeal taking of planets and holding of territory. What I envision is...more. Subtle touches, placed correctly and with due care aforehand, and rather than reach beyond our means, I will deliver the Jedi and the galaxy to us in a single fell swoop. Think beyond the static of the Forceless and the mundane, lord, and recognize that our true reckoning is with those blinded by the light."
Stormro came from his left, and with a departing nod to Malvus fell into step with the Nagai.
"Kamino is most certainly the ideal place to raise an army in secret Lord Archais but, as I am sure you know, the Kaminoans themselves cannot be trusted. They have often harbored sympathies towards the New Republic and the Jedi since the days of Palpatine's empire and during Palpatine's reign they openly rebelled against his authority, using his own clones against him. They are exceptionally knowledgeable, to be certain, but it would be folly to trust them as anything more than mere advisers. If I may be so bold as to make a suggestion it would be wise to have one of our own oversee the creation of our armies to insure ourselves against any insidious tampering or leaking of information. The last thing that we need is the Jedi using some sort of contingency order which was implanted in our clones during their training to turn our soldiers against us at an inopportune moment; I would die from the irony alone, not to mention the embarrassment of having made such a foolish mistake..."
Archais pondered as he took a datapad from a passing stormtrooper, already getting preliminary reports on the readiness of what forces they could muster. The Kaminoans were hardly the puppets Stormro made them out to be; indeed, it had been a Sith who'd commissioned the very army that had once engendered a significant portion of their business. Yet their loyalty was to the credit, and loyalty paid for was too often a fickle thing. Too fickle to risk their plans with, in any event.
"You're likely correct, Stormro. We have some researchers among our number who will be able to deduce the Kaminoans' methods after sufficient time, but if you're offering your services of those of your subordinates, then I imagine we'll have more to discuss once we've commandeered the facility. Until then, communicate what you know to Colonel Raith and we shall revisit this."
Taking his leave, he came upon the female Twi'lek speaking with Bloodrage. A certain...slipperiness was palpable in the Force around her, and he could tell that she was cut of the same cloth as he. She didn't enjoy being in the open, and perhaps she could be useful in the way he could not.
"The Nightsisters. Good. I've not heard of this Conclave, but the support of Juvex will be used as it is offered. Bloodrage, I leave you to bring your colleague up to speed on our plans."
With the attendees appeased, it was time to go to work. For his infiltration of Kamino, he would need operatives he could trust - at least, inasmuch as a Sith could be trusted. Kruor was an obvious choice, but another would be needed for the improvisation that would be required. There was only one who fit that bill, and Archais used the Force to project his now-raspy voice to Hyruza and second.
"Kruor. Hyruza. We shall adjourn to our ship to discuss our role."
With that, Archais left the side entrance of the chamber, heading back to the shuttle he and Kruor had arrived on. He'd left orders with Raith and his stormtrooper contingent to provide a holorecording of his presentation to any who arrived late.
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Post by Nszun Kir Tervonit on Sept 12, 2015 18:38:01 GMT -8
"Kruor. Hyruza. We shall adjourn to our ship to discuss our role."
The fair-skinned Sith Lord approvingly nodded his head. It was moments after Archais had unveiled the intricate operation and the necessary roles in order to see the plan through that he had locked force signatures with Hyruza, briefing him on his newly employed position. While his assignment had been shocking in one sense, the other half of the Darth could not help but feel that the decision to designate him to the infiltration team was nothing less than fitting. Despite feeling so deserving, he kept his facade up-- expressing very little face and body language. Though as he, Archais, and Kruor strode towards their escort, he couldn't help but display a small haughty smirk. He hadn't seen action in years and this was his opportunity-- one that felt congenital. Hyruza kept his silence as they exited the meeting hall and onto the landing platform just outside the spaceport. The desert planet's wind stung like pin needles against his unusually soft, youthful face. But the rest of him was protected by his somewhat thick fabric Sith robe. He would await to be debriefed for he felt that if he were to speak up, it would reveal his excitement too much. Of course, there was nothing wrong with that, but he would keep his peace until he felt his words were necessary and desired. Although to his surprise, Archais was silent as they walked up the ramp to their designated shuttle. Perhaps he would debrief them as soon as they ascended into the void toward their destination. And with that, they were off.
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Post by Bedrovelse Hevn on Sept 13, 2015 4:21:58 GMT -8
Having already inspected a shard up close in the hands of Darth Archais it was less glamorous and occasion when a second was tossed to him. He places it on the conference table in front of him. Some of the Sith he knew by face, others by names. A scowl twists his face effortlessly as he surveyed what remained of the Sith. The few that had been a cut above the assassins sent after them looked less formidable to him than those of old. Save for the few of whom had survived as long as Bedrovelse himself. He analyzed silently.
Hevn's intellect rarely failed him. He was excellent with names, faces, relationships, and he had retained nearly all of the information he studied in the Dark Jedi Order's library. It made him a potent assassin and an excellent diplomat.
Hevn noted Horica's presence. An impressive feat indeed. The Sith was often of a royal role. A commander. Seemingly a survivalist as well. Countless wars had consumed the galaxy at large, Horica a part of every one. Always ready and resourceful. An effective and respected ally.
Horica's presence made the connection to NKT all the easier to recall. From his Ronove days. He remembered Ambria now with a little more fondness than he often gave it credit. Nszun had been acquainted with the Ronove shortly after Hevn's graduation from apprentice. Both he and Nszun were headstrong and reckless with their power. Sometimes on common ground, sometimes against one another. It would be interesting to weigh that stance again, following the presentation.
Sinistrus' arrival was third from his very beginning days that rang a bell. Another Sith with whom he quarreled and associated with simultaneously. Such was the Sith way. It pushed Hevn to become a greater warrior for it. The contest for dominance and bragging rights never quite came to an end, as Archais threatened him openly.
Darth Archais plan was solid by Hevn's count. Save for the company he had chosen to execute it. He could hear the gears of the brains grinding in scheme and avarice. The filth of their arrogance made him feel dirty. Some spoke up honorably. Others remained silent.
Stormro drew his attention more directly. He spoke a lot. Eloquent. Forceless? No. Not with that kind of intelligence and whip of a tongue. Perhaps so, after all. Why would a Sith waste the effort of suppressing their presence, a skill Hevn himself enjoyed employing and understood well, when they could be drinking in the lovely aroma of Korriban. Darkness laced every inch of the planet. The blood stained sands were bathed by Sith who reveled in their power, not hid from it. A strange one, that he would watch most carefully. A deceiver if instincts were to describe such a wicked sort.
Darth Archais was name by which called your reckoning. Few of them seemed to understand this as Hevn did. The Dark Jedi Order and Black Guard had both came to blows with this Sith before. Bedrovelse had heard his name from the likes of Dubh and Feral, spoken in grave tones that Hevn knew as a warning. The greatest weapon masters he had ever known, had gone to blades with this man, and still his heart beat as strong as ever. A man who kept to his shadows, completing more assassinations than any other Hevn had known. Here he stood again ready to bring death to the Jedi. As cunning and efficient as ever. For the first time a flicker of excitement rattled his frigid heart. It would be a treasure to slay next to the grim reaper.
A grin passes over his lips as the presentation came to a classic abrupt end. Archais wasn't like to waste time when the world needed conquering. Hevn rose as soon as he steps off the podium. The poor man was intercepted quite promptly by a host of Lords interested in more conversation.
Hevn was not usually the sort to waste time either. It was something deep in his soul that clawed at him. Conquering Sith Magic meant being perilously intertwined with the forces that have harnessed it, and created it before. The Valley howled in rage. He could feel it resonating in enormous waves, more so with each uttering of the Darth's plan. He would heed its call. The desolation of the tombs was not something he would miss.
Bedrovelse walks from the room out the way he came. Beginning his trek to the Valley.
He considers for a moment, collecting a few of the more philosophic Lords to join him. The militants would kill and destroy. Someone had to consider the outcome of the crystal. He would choose another time for that. First he would nudge Nszun and see what shakes from the branches of a long lost tree.
At your leisure Nszun Kir Tervonit, I would have words. This is Hevn. I will be in the Valley.
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Atia
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Post by Atia on Sept 14, 2015 13:20:37 GMT -8
The pirate. A rival, but also a business associate. He was left alive for good reasons, while others might have been crused under the Twileks combat boots. His reputation and boldness saved his life, not to mention his villingness to cooperate.
None the less, the Nightsister smiled warmly at the pirate, like a cat would smileat a trapped rat.
"It seems like you are at a disadvantage then, my dear pirate. I have been hindered by your face every time I disembark my ship on Juvex. A great pile of boxes stand in my way, waiting for someone to pick them up. Does Captain Arkan's Rum ring a bell?"
One could see and feel her mistresses warmth and friendlyness. A cold wave ran down her spine. SHe had felt it many times before, and never with good end. None the less, she stood and watched the spectakle unfold. So did Three from the other side, still standing by the wall behind the pirate captain.
Atia reached out a hand towards the criminal scum lord, in the intergalactic gesture of "Be a gentleman and kiss the ladys hand".
"Captain Arkan, what suprises me is your new clientel. Moving up in the galaxy, are we? You are taking a step further from piracy into the depths of darkness and cruelty, starting a career in Galactic politics?"
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Post by Bloodrage Pirates on Sept 16, 2015 10:18:05 GMT -8
Arkan had not thought about his brand of rum that he had had commissioned. The Twi'lek had referred to his "face" but the Pirate knew it was his mask that plastered the front of his bottles of rum. He was surprised that there was such a stockpile left on Juvex, he had made sure it was also being produced on Tatooine. He suspected the Nightsister was trying to distract him from the business at handbut then she offered her hand and continued. Arkan was unsure if he would have greeted Atia in the way she clearly desired if he was able to. Due to his mask, he was unable to kiss the Twi'leks hand, Arkan suspected there were many who would pay good money just to kiss her hand and that there were few alive in the galaxy that had survived the savour the experience. He did grasp the out-stretched hand gently with both of the pirates armoured hands, though no kiss would follow.
"As you know my dear, I go where the money is! There is a saying on the Outer Rim, once a pirate, always a pirate, I am no exception to that. There is another similar saying in Hutt Space, once a slave, always a slave. Do you consider yourself an exception to that?"
The Captain released Atia's hand just after he posed his question. He was genuinely curious as to how the Twi'lek slaver saw herself. It was unusual to see an ex-slave become a slaver. Of course half of this was guess work, she wore a slave's collar so it wasn't too much of a leap.
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Atia
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Post by Atia on Sept 16, 2015 11:57:35 GMT -8
"Everyone is a slave, some has just not accepted it yet."
She was satisfied with his greeting of her hand, showed he had at least manners, and did not think too highly of himself. Not to mention knowing his place in the foodchain. Good.
"Captain..." The voice of ´lets get to business´ "... I intend to pay you half of what you are being paid for jobs you get in furthering the mission we assembled here for. In addition of what you get. In return, I want in. I have reasources you may need to compliment the ferocity and brute force of your pirates. Information, delicate operating, efiltrations, support of any kind and men on the ground. You may take your payment in credits, or hard obtainable items like spice or weapons that I may have to my disposal to.... dispose. Even slaves."
This would present her with unequal oportunities. For the first, she would have a broader spectrum of knowledge about the operations of this group. Her own troops would both earn street cred for operations they parcipitate in, experience, and also learn from the more veteran pirate band. More importantly, she would find out what the Pirate needs more. Money, or supplies.
Plus, she didnt think him a fool, he might come to the same conclusion that she wants to keep an eye on him, wich would confirm that she right this moment, does not have one. Giving THree some cover to operate more freely.
She also gave a little message to her One, wich she obeyed at once, leaving them.
Some went with the leader. Some did not. Find them, find out what they were up to.
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Post by Stevan Stormro on Sept 17, 2015 7:19:28 GMT -8
Stormro gave a nod and half-bow in response to Archais' statement. "I am honored that you would consider me for such a position Lord Archais. I shall speak with Colonel Raith and ensure that I am able to lend my skills to this glorious endeavor once you have secured the Kaminoans'...cooperation..." He smiled as he fell out of step with the man, allowing him to continue on as the Nagaian Sith returned to the main gathering. Atia's arrival and entrance caught his attention, mostly due to her affiliation with the Nightsisters of Dathomir; Stormro had been trained in some of the Nightsister's arts in spite of his gender and those skills were among some of his favorite surprises. Despite his affinity towards the Nightsisters he did not seek her out immediately, nor did he allow any reaction to show to her entrance. While Atia was more familiar to him than any of the other Sith her were present he had not interacted with the Nightsisters for some time and was not willing to risk assuming that they would be favorable towards him. He knew that his training in their arts was something which many of their kind disagreed with and saw no reason to reveal anything more about himself than was absolutely necessary.
Making his way over to where Gideon Raith stood, Stormro gave the Stormtrooper commander a short half-bow of respect before speaking. "I do apologize for interrupting your preparations Colonel Raith, but Lord Archais directed me to speak with you regarding my role in the plans for Kamino. Before we focus on that, however, allow me to express my condolences for your fallen comrade. It is truly a tragedy when a good soldier is killed, especially under such...ignoble circumstances." The statement was accompanied by a subtle, pointed glare in Kajasecticus' direction which only Gideon would be able to see thanks to a combination of positioning and the lack of head movement. Making no more obvious indication of his opinions than that, the Nagaian Sith Lord continued in a soft voice which was audible to those close to him, such as Gideon, while being quiet enough to die off amidst the louder conversations which were occurring around them. "The pointlessly wasteful tendency of disposing good soldiers over minor failings and circumstances beyond their control is one aspect of Imperial tradition which should have died long ago. One shudders when one considers how many loyal, competent soldiers such as you and your men have been wasted through such displays of petulance..." He did not give voice to the thought which followed his statement regarding the other well-known element of Imperial tradition which he knew from his subordinate's reports that Gideon Raith suffered from; the commander's Imperial xenophobia was an unfortunate blemish on an otherwise remarkable military record from what he knew of the man and was likely an aspect of his character which would never change. In spite of this, Gideon seemed to be professional enough to temper his tendencies so as to avoid hampering his duties and Stormro could not help but to respect the man for a myriad of reasons in spite of that black mark.
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Xxoxia Valuna
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Post by Xxoxia Valuna on Sept 17, 2015 7:48:05 GMT -8
Xxoxia stood silently as it seemed this gathering was all but over. She cursed under her breath, knowing now she was most definitely the last arrival and thus inconsequential to whatever plots were being made. She'd missed it, and it seemed that she also answered her own question from before; Jud'dayus wasn't here. Another dead end, another disappointment... now what? Xia thought to herself, looking from figure to figure in a quick study of her peers.
It was obvious that the leader of this dark throng was the Sernpidalian (Kel) - at least he looked Sernpidalian - descending from his perch. He took no notice of Xia and it seemed no one else did either, as he called to two of the other Sith present to follow him (Kruor, NKT). The motion of being completely shunned gave the young woman a twinge in her side. A slight stab to her ego, or maybe it was the prickling stabs of anger welling up inside her? Pompous, highfalutin, egotistical... all these words came to mind, and in a way summed up the situation for Xia. She knew she was in the presence of beings who for all intensive purposes viewed everyone as lessers, so she couldn't take it to heart; her Master had been no different, though she viewed his judgements as just.
With the departure of the three Lords (Kel, Kruor, NKT) Xia watched as another brooding figure (Hevn) lingered for a moment, as if in deep thought, before deciding to leave. She watched him stride across the room in several deliberate steps before leaving, and questioned how a man of such size moved so smoothly before turning her attention back to the remaining occupants. There was an older man (Sobrius) who seemed to be lost in thought, his aged face etched with concentration. Across the room was another cloaked figure, his visage hidden behind a cybernetic mask (Kaja Sin). The others; a Twi'lek (Atia) with the marking of a Nightsister, and the Echani (Blood) seemed to be in deep discussion as a towering Massi (Mal), and a young man (Stormro) seemed to be discussing something as well, their attentions on data-slates that were being passed out to the remaining Lords.
Here you go milady, came the voice from a trooper as he handed her a slate.
"Thank you." Xia replied, taking the slate and eagerly reading the information to catch up. "Shard of Alderaan?" She questioned herself softly, reading on to see if her confusion could be solved. "Why isn't he here?" She said aloud, looking up from the slate. It made no sense, her Master should be here. Something of this importance, this rarity would be too good for him to pass up... so where was he? Xia searched around the room once more, scrutinizing the dimly lit space for any signs that the Old Man was actually participating from the shadows. But he wasn't, he wasn't here. Xia's stomach tightened as she thought back to Sinistra, and what she had said about Jud'dayus; she had said he was dead...
The possible realization that Sinistra hadn't been playing a sick game, that the past two years of hunting and going on leads was moot made Xia's stomach tighten more. She looked around, her feet too heavy with grief to move from the spot she'd been since entering what seemed only minutes ago. Had this all been for not? Was she truly chasing a ghost? Was she now The Flame?
Is everything alright, milady? The same trooper asked, slightly startling Xia as she was unaware that he'd been there the entire time.
"No... I mean yes, yes. Thank you, I'm alright," she nervously laughed. "It's just a lot to take in after a long Hyperspace trip." She was losing her composure at the thought of contacting Enam and explaining to him that their Master actually might be dead. She knew he wouldn't take the news lightly, in fact he'd probably do something rather stupid to alleviate his own misplaced remorse. Xia let out a sigh, there was nothing for her here. Only a world of death, and those who wanted to bring more to the galaxy.
With a thoughtful nod Xxoxia made the choice to leave, ignoring the others and headed for the door in which she had arrived. Before leaving she realized she still had the data-slate clenched in her hand. With a sigh she looked around for a trooper to give it to and noticed one (Gid) with his helmet off immersed in his own data-slate. Xia stepped over towards the man and put her hand out to give him her slate. "My apologies, but I'm in no need of this any further." She said, waiting for the trooper to take the devise so she could leave.
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Gideon Raith
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Post by Gideon Raith on Sept 21, 2015 20:33:41 GMT -8
The silvered lattices within his sapphire eyes had whirred to life as his gaze was torn away from the hololithic projection of the Kaminoan City. His preparations were interrupted by someone he didn’t know, and that meant he would have to renew and revise his stratagems. A minor irritation, though that was not entirely unexpected. He remained behind, whilst his Lord had departed. That meant whom so ever remained within this chamber would come to him if they had any questions regarding the upcoming operation. However, what he had not anticipated, was that the man that sought to garner his attention was a lithe inhuman being who wore the trappings of the Sith and spoke as if a mutual measure of respect was shared between them. Gideon had to bite his tongue again to stop himself from striking this man down where he stood. The enameled chips sunk deeply into the wounds he had made mere minutes before, shooting a pleasurable pulse of pain into the meat of his psyche. It cleared his mind of the racial slurs building within his breast and silenced the angered whispers of murder that sang in his ears. While he would love to sink his combat blade into the flesh of this pallid knife-ear, it wouldn’t suit his Master’s purpose. Gideon would have to bide, and hope that whatever obstacles that they were forced to surmount would do the work for him. Begrudgingly, the Soldier expressions softened as his heavily accented voice took on a more sonorous tune.
“You have my thanks for your sympathy, however, violent men live violent lives and die badly as a result.”
Gideon knew that this being was right, that in wasting men and material it made the armed forces as a whole - weaker - however, that’s where the Stormtrooper drew the line. It was the Imperial way to forcibly cut out the corruption of failure so that others who had taken the fallen’s place knew exactly where the bar had been set; so that they may surpass it. One could easily draw many comparisons to how the Sith operated upon strength in all aspects of their daily lives, and would be correct in many ways. However, unlike the mortals elevated towards their godly pinnacles, the path of Imperialism was meant for the simple and common man. Thus, if one aspect were to be abandoned for the sake of the many than the few, what others facets would be left behind should another wrong be found? Would that mean in time, after the Imperial carcass had been picked clean, all that would be left is what comprises the impudent Republic and her armed forces? So, even though he hated the man for putting the life of his soldier in the hands of fate, Gideon was forced to accept that Deacon was weak. If there was no way for his windpipe to be restored, the Colonel would be the first and only man to draw his sidearm and give the man the Death he truly deserved.
At least then, he could say that the trooper died as he had lived.
That was when a woman, bearing the pallid skin similar to the unnamed man standing before him, had come into the scene. Like the male, this inhuman thing had worn another iteration of the iconic Sith garment and had her angry glowstick lashed to her waist. Were she not so obviously tainted by her Xenos blood, Gideon might’ve considered her a beautiful sight to behold. However, as she was bound to this realm in the flesh of the unclean, he was visually repulsed by the very sight of her. His jaw tensed in response as he tore his lifeless gaze away from the Nagai, only to find himself staring at a woman of Dathomir. The Colonel could see why many of his men had been bewitched by these women when they had taken shore leave upon that cursed jungle world, but failed to see such pleasurable cantrips for himself. As his eyes took in the disgusting sight of the alabaster humanoid, he noticed that her hand was outstretched and clutching a data slate before her person. She had said something earlier, but the Stormtrooper was engrossed within his own radical intolerance that he had missed the declaration. Astounded that an inhuman could read through one of his complied datapads, Gideon took the item from her and casually tossed it onto the table with a clatter.
“Is there anything else I can get you,“ He said, his voice literally dripping with venomous sarcasm. “Or did you wish to give me that Dataslate as an excuse to worm your way into my preparations for the infiltration of Kamino?”
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Xxoxia Valuna
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Post by Xxoxia Valuna on Sept 24, 2015 9:41:13 GMT -8
“Is there anything else I can get you,“ He said, his voice literally dripping with venomous sarcasm. “Or did you wish to give me that Dataslate as an excuse to worm your way into my preparations for the infiltration of Kamino?”
She didn't know why she was explaining herself to the man, he obviously could care less. Maybe it was a cathartic attempt of coming to terms with two years of searching with no results; only more questions without answers. "And unless you can confirm him being on Kamino. Then we have nothing more to discuss, Trooper." |
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Post by Darth Sobrius on Sept 24, 2015 19:32:35 GMT -8
*Kamino was the target. A grand army... now that sounded familiar to Sobrius. He inwardly cringed, though outwardly remained stoic as Archais explained the plan, then, after addressing a handful of the gathered Sith, dismissed them and left. The plan was perfect... if it could be similarly perfectly executed. All he could do was hope Bogan would be with them...
Sobrius considered his role in this mission; clearly it could not be during infiltration, as the Kaminoans would likely recognize him. But "pacification"... How ironic would that be? He allowed himself a small smile, eyes once more falling upon the shard in his hands.* "Bogan's will be done," *he muttered to himself, then placed the shard within his robes before turning.* "We shall return to Clak'dor and await the call," *he spoke to his men, who acknowledged it only by falling into step behind him as he departed the building. Once out in the streets, he paused, looking over towards the Valley of the Dark Lords...
No. He was not to wallow in pity, but rather to avenge, make amends for how the Jedi wronged them. They would level their homes, destroy their precious relics, burn their very existence to the ground... Ashla would bend to Bogan, and the dark side would rightfully dominate the galaxy...
Turning away, he headed for his ship, meeting with the guards outside. He did not speak with them, merely allowing them to follow him into the ship. His only words to the pilot were the destination, and soon the shuttle was on its way back into orbit, and back to Sobrius' base...*
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Post by Stevan Stormro on Oct 2, 2015 19:05:45 GMT -8
Stormro watched the Stormtrooper Colonel as he replied, his amusement at the raw hatred which he could feel radiating from the man concealed behind his mask-like visage. Even without attempting to pry into the man's mind his disdain and hatred was obvious in the movements and expressions on his face, especially when he spoke to Lord Jud'dayas' apprentice. None the less, his restraint and control were admirable, just as Belbe's files had indicated. Returning his focus to the conversation itself, he shook his head in disagreement with the man's seeming acceptance of what had happened to his man, his voice remaining low enough so that only he, Gideon, and possibly Xxoxia could hear him. "Your men deserve to die a warrior's death on the battlefield, not to be crushed like an insect by a petulant man-child who thinks that such petty displays make them powerful. Regardless, I am sure that you are a very busy man Colonel Raith, and I do not wish to waste any more of your precious time than I absolutely have to so let us focus on the business at hand..." His volume increased as the topic shifted, becoming more conversational than conspiratorial as he continued. "Lord Archais has asked for my assistance in overseeing our cloning projects once you and your men have seized control of the cloning facilities. Neither of us are willing to trust the Kaminoan master cloners to oversee the project given their history of Republic sympathy and outright rebellion against Palpatine's empire, and thus I have offered my expertise in lieu of that of the Kaminoans. Lord Archais instructed me to coordinate with you in order to ensure that I am able to adequately oversee the technical aspects of the cloning operation." As he spoke Stormro tried to subtly look over Gideon's planning thus far, attempting to glean whatever information he could without making it obvious that he was trying to catch a peek of the Stormtrooper's preparations. Everything which Belbe had reported regarding the Colonal's skills and capabilities led Stormro to trust that the seasoned soldier would be more than up to the task of securing one of Kamino's cloning facilities, and he would be lying if said that he wasn't eager to see the man in action.
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Gideon Raith
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Post by Gideon Raith on Oct 12, 2015 14:14:44 GMT -8
Biting his tongue once again, Gideon did everything within his willpower to keep his hands steady; and the knife sheathed atop his pauldron. This woman had disrespected the rank he had spent his entire life in order to obtain, and yet with a single word she had inadvertently dragged his achievements through the mud. Were the earlier restrictions never put in place, not only would the red-faced noodle beards be stripped of their tentacles, but this inhuman filth would find her crown adorned with an appealing collection of smouldering holes, and his combat blade lovingly implanted between her eyes. Smiling inwardly at the thought, the Stormtrooper’s eyes narrowed as he considered the vile words spilling forth from her tainted lips.
“The last time I saw that old man, he was fighting Mandalorians in the skies about Kuat, during the final days of their foolish crusade.” He paused for a moment, considering the span of time that had passed and the events that took place in between the end of One Empire, and the beginnings of another. “However that was some time ago. Who knows what he’s up to now? Hell, for all I know, he could be having tea and biscuits with the Kaminoans, waiting for you to run back into his arms.”
Shaking his head at the mental image his words had inspired, his burning sapphire gaze faded as he looked away from the Dathomirian native and towards the other man clamouring for his attention.
“You survived our invitation, Xxoxia, and you believed that your Master would be here too.” An understanding tone had taken hold of his tongue, painting his voice in an almost morose hue. “I can relate to such terms, and should you desire to part ways, despite being uncharacteristic of a speciest human like myself, I wish you luck in finding him. Wherever he may be.”
Should the woman desire to respond in kind, there was no doubt within Gideon’s mind that he would be willing to entertain some for of civil conversation with her. Funny, how one moment of connection can change the outlook of a radical. Pushing that revelation aside, the Stormtrooper listened to what the Lord Stormro had to say. While it was admirable one of the many men, cursed by the burden of the force, had chosen to show compassion towards one of the mortals under the service of a comrade in arms; Gideon thought it was nothing more than patronizing pity. Upon the battlefield, there was no such thing as poetic as a Warrior’s Death. You were either smart enough to live through the chaos, or dumb enough to pay the price for your mistake. Such a line of thought made Gideon wish that he could travel through time, and gun down the self-righteous bastard that decided to glorify combat with shameful lies.
“Very well,” He said simply, once the man had finished and his words were digested. Seeing the ever so subtle shift in his eyes, something that an unenhanced individual may have missed, the Stormtrooper guessed that he was intent on deriving some of the displayed information to further understand the comprehensive phases of the operation. Gideon wouldn’t say a thing, as that was the plan - since disclosing operational secrets on a table bound holoprojector wouldn’t be the most logical thing to do in a room full of untrustworthy people.
“As you have no doubt seen, my men and I will be entering the facility soon after the green light has been given. Squad by squad, we’ll clear the building and execute any hostiles we’ll encounter. With the need for the Cloners tossed out thanks in part to you, will you require any of the blasted longnecks to assist you in any technical matter - or do you plan on seeing your own men take part in that regard?”
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Post by Stevan Stormro on Nov 5, 2015 18:27:40 GMT -8
Stormro's mouth quirked up slightly with amusement at the beginning of Gideon's statement as a soft chuckle escaped from his lips. The man was indeed skilled; a rare example of traditional Imperial doctrine working well. "You continue to impress Colonel. To answer your question, however, I do intend to keep a very small selection of top cloners on hand as consultants in the unlikely event that I require their guidance. They will not, however, have any direct involvement in the project nor will they be permitted out of where-ever you see fit to keep them secured without an armed escort. I will be automating the cloning process using my own systems so as to ensure that nothing tampers with our creations. Once we have finished our work I should imagine that you may do with them as you see fit..." He shifted his gaze to meet that of the Stormtrooper with a smile. "Other than that I do not foresee any further difficulties. Are there any other questions?"
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Post by Darth Malvus on Feb 6, 2020 19:33:07 GMT -8
A swarm of unmarked Imperial Assault Shuttles flew over the city of Dreshdae, a settlement that had seen better days. Gone were the glorified reigns of the Sith during the time of Revan and of Vitiate. The people here lived in relative poverty as few came to visit... and those few that did come were either smugglers or visiting Dark Siders. The troopers, that disembarked, began to install a fiercely enforced martial law upon the settlement and its inhabitants. Sith Warriors, masked and hooded, began to patrol the streets with their respective squads of soldiers. By the looks of these newcomers, an occupation was in the makings.
With the city secured, more transports began to arrive, bringing in necessary equipment for further operations beyond the settlement's limits. More troops were deployed, alongside their Sith commanders. For now, their orders were to simply secure this location and await further orders.
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Post by Darth Obitus on Feb 26, 2020 13:52:16 GMT -8
On the outskirts of Dreshdae, in a modest house, sat an old man. The interior decoration left much to be desired, it could best be described as barren. Despite its simple look, it was well maintained and neatly kept. The old man appeared to be meditating, sat on a simple yet comfortable chair with his eyes closed and his armed resting on his knees. As the latest wave of shuttles flew overhead and deployed their troops, the old man smiled. Dreshdae had become quite dull recently and Vyzlor had become quite board, that was until the recent arrivals. It took a few hours but eventually the patrols reached the outskirts and the being that used to have the title Darth Obitus, decided to test himself.
One of the Imperial patrols, enforcing the curfew, passed by the modest house. Out of the corner of one of the trooper’s eyes there was a flash of red, a darting movement between two buildings. Immediately alerted, the patrol turned down the alley and began to search for what they had seen. Several metres away on the other side of the street a second patrol encountered a similar red flash of movement and began their pursuit. Both the patrols had weapons at the ready and were converging on somewhere near the rear of the house. The first patrol seemingly caught a hooded being in a dead end behind the house and set up, preparing to fire. The hooded figure drew a blaster pistol and aimed at the troopers. The patrol fired before they were fired upon.
Meanwhile the second patrol had managed to corner their own target down a dead end alley nearby. They too prepared to fire their weapons and shouted a warning at their target. Just as the first hooded figure had, the second one also drew a blaster pistol and pointed it at the patrol. The troopers of this patrol were equally well trained and fired before the stranger could fully aim his own weapon.
As both the patrols weapons were fired the deception was revealed, there were no hooded figures and not even a wall. The alley that both of the patrols were in was one and the same. Their weapons were pointed, inadvertently at each other. Their aim had been very accurate, a testament to their training but this was their downfall. Both of the patrols took fire and all of the troopers were hit and fell to the floor. Not all were killed instantly, some had been mortally wounded and would eventually perish but one, a sergeant in the first patrol had only been hit in the shoulder. The sergeant’s weapon had been thrown several metres down the alley and he had managed to sit himself up against a wall using his uninjured arm.
The injured sergeant could now see another hooded figure slowly walking towards him down the alley. Was this another illusion? Had a third squad been sent to assist already? Was his vision impaired? All these thoughts crossed the sergeant’s mind as he attempted to bandage his serious wound. He had just about got the bandage in place and secured as the hooded stranger stopped just one pace away from him. The stranger flipped down his hood, revealing the ancient, red Sith head.
“Welcome to Korriban!”
Obitus, with a speed that belayed his age, drew his lightsaber and in one swift movement, activated it, decapitated the wounded sergeant and then deactivated it again.
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Post by Darth Malvus on Aug 27, 2020 10:57:11 GMT -8
“Welcome to Korriban!”
Obitus, with a speed that belayed his age, drew his lightsaber and in one swift movement, activated it, decapitated the wounded sergeant and then deactivated it again.
Malvus came up to the command tent where his officer was reviewing the latest reports.Where is he now?=Troop Commander= In the vicinity of Czerka Arms headquarters. Spotted on the main road there.With a speeder and a few of his more elite Sith, Malvus headed away and for the last known position of the culprit.
He arrived before the headquarters of Czerka which had a strong presence of his guards and the corporations security out front, on the rooftops, and surveying the neighboring streets. Malvus raises his hand, smelling out the individual through the Force. He felt a draw to his right and so the Sith Lord proceeded that way, halting at the entrance of an alleyway. Malvus stood there, his arms hidden beneath his cloak which also covered his armor. His eyes scanned what could be seen, while his Force powers probed what was unseen.Reveal yourself! Why do you give my soldiers trouble? |
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Post by Darth Obitus on Sept 9, 2020 11:40:45 GMT -8
This one seemed different to the others. He had a powerful presence to be sure but it was more than that, there was a deep cold within. Obitus observed the Sith's actions for a few moments and listened to his words. So it was this man who claimed dominion over Korriban, his soldiers who were enforcing his rules on the city. Finally.
The wizened Sith took a step forward into the alley from what appeared to be a solid wall. He had, of course, been using the Force to camouflage his presence. His black cloak still covered his head and obscured his face but his gait revealed his physical shortcomings and hinted at his advanced age.
“This is Korriban, anyone stepping foot onto the surface of this Holy World should expect trouble. I see you came prepared for a conventional fight and I must say your troops were good sport. Now before this chat escalates, I'd like to know who you are and what you intend to do with control over my home planet?”
The aged Sith paced slowly across the width of the alley while he spoke, turning his head to face Malvus. His voice was filled with a confidence and spite that defied his size and apparent lack of physical prowess. When he asked his question, the Sith paused roughly in the middle of the alley and turned to face Malvus. He quickly flicked his hood back and revealed himself as a Sith in species as well as religion. Now his advanced age was on display for all to see.
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Post by Darth Malvus on Sept 13, 2020 9:11:01 GMT -8
“This is Korriban, anyone stepping foot onto the surface of this Holy World should expect trouble. I see you came prepared for a conventional fight and I must say your troops were good sport. Now before this chat escalates, I'd like to know who you are and what you intend to do with control over my home planet?”
Mirroring Obitus' movement, Malvus reached up and pulled back his own hood, revealing the features of a Sith Pureblood. Yet, unlike the aged markings upon the face of Obitus, there hardly seemed to be any markings of age on Malvus. He seemed to be a man in his late twenties or early thirties, but his force presence revealed that the Sith was far more ancient than appearances.It is a home world for all Sith, true born or educated.Malvus states to Obitus.I intend to make it a headquarters for a new future. A future that will be controlled and directed by my hand. It has been sorely neglected... for a time, I even felt disdain for its existence. It is a tomb world after all.His gaze turns upward to the reddish sky.But I was proven wrong when I stepped upon the dirt of this world. And so I intend to make it shine again.Malvus lowers his gaze back to Obitus.I am Darth Malvus. And I have come to make this world the center of the Dark Side as it was before. |
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