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Post by Whill Shaman Xixo on Apr 5, 2013 8:01:56 GMT -8
*The Tomb of Marka Ragnos was a Sith tomb constructed by slaves at the command of the Sith Lord Tulak Hord in the Valley of the Dark Lords on Korriban. Centuries later, the reigning Dark Lord of the Sith Marka Ragnos was buried within the tomb after his death in 5000 BBY.*
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Post by The Shepherd on Aug 3, 2015 21:30:14 GMT -8
Squad C moved through the tomb of Marka Ragnos with complete silence, communicating solely via hand signals. Comparative rookies, the squad was composed of the most gung-ho young men Master Calmcacil could get his hands on, and they were not above having a little fun on the job. Overexaggerating their movements and using hand signals to the point of being obnoxious, Squad C pushed through the tomb with speed, finesse, and the occasional pause - only to keep from snickering - before finding the tomb cleared out. But they knew that long before they even hit dirt; the Jedi that took over was wasting everybody's time, but that wouldn't stop them from making a decent training session out of it.
"Squad C," their leader called out, "all good here."
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Post by Nem Yin on Oct 18, 2022 12:32:28 GMT -8
Sandstorms were a common enough occurrence on the barren hunk of rock known as Korriban, but rarely of the magnitude of the one currently sweeping the valley. Arda and his red skinned kin Prakus hid in the shadow of the temple's archway, eyes averted from the storm as they tried to keep all their exposed flesh tucked away beneath the robes they wore over the ornate armour of their clan. These two Sith standing guard were members of a nearby tribe that believed it was their sacred duty to protect the resting place of Marka Ragnos. How their ancestors would look on them in shame if they knew that Arda and Prakus were derelict in their duty over a little bit of blowing sand. The guilt ate at Arda enough that he tried to squint towards the storm, keeping an eye out for anything crazy enough to be out in this weather.
With a flash of lightning He appeared. A bright spark in the distance revealed the spectral outline of a translucent man like figure. Two motes appeared where the man's head should be, glowing fierce crimson. Bared teeth materialized below the two flaring lights, grit in cold fury. Arda shouted a cry and attempted to rise, but Nem was on him in a second. Stopping full stride right in front of Arda's face, the intendant leaned forwards and reached both hands to the side of Arda's head, gripping his flesh deeply with ten spindly fingers that pierced his red skin with ten sharp nails. Then the Yuuzhan Vong drove the calcified cap of his knee directly into the Sith's face, smashing his skull into fragments and pulping his face into his brains, a unique slurry that dripped down his shin.
Prakus cried in shock and fury, raising his khopesh sword overhead as he leapt up and stepped forwards to attack the phantom figure. The translucent shape twisted inwards, then erupted in blurred motion as Nem spun and struck the second Sith in the upper chest with a roundhouse kick. Impacting with the force of a pneumatic hammer, Nem's foot cracked ribs upon making contact, then sent the guard's heart into uneven palpitations as he dropped to his knees. Prakus spit blood and bits of tissue onto the ground as he struggled to draw breath with pierced lungs taking on blood. The Executor bent down and grabbed the guard by the shoulder, then rolled him over unto his back forcibly, before mounting his chest and laying a knee across his throat. Cocking his right arm back, Nem swung with all his strength, driving the calcified knuckles of his fist into the red skinned aliens face, smashing bone with the first blow, then bursting organs with the second, then just making a mess with the third, fourth, and fifth. The Yuuzhan Vong stood up and shook the bits of slimy tissue from his hand, pressing it into the palm of his other and cracking his knuckles audibly.
"Not a bad warm up. Har har har." He said as he entered the tomb.
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