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Post by Whill Shaman Xixo on Apr 5, 2013 8:23:50 GMT -8
*The Trayus Academy was an ancient Sith academy located on the planet Malachor V. The Trayus Academy was a training center built millennia before the Mandalorian Wars by the ancient Sith; and it would become the source of Malachor V's dark side energies.*
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Post by Picas Dixon on Oct 11, 2015 0:32:02 GMT -8
Jensen Lorgo, once proud fleet commander, had somehow wound up on the worst planet imaginable. He had once been on the track to being leader of the Ronove Order, now that dream was gone with the very organisation. He had been stuck here, advising on the various warships that often flitted in and out of existence in orbit, and he saw no way out.
He still had dreams of reigniting the Ronove Order, to use its majesty to bring order to a galaxy that sorely needed it, but that dream seemed so far off now. Unreachable. He returned his focus to his monitoring screen, though nothing of importance had happened over the past few hours. The broken planet had nothing of interest to the wider public or to corporations, the only reason anyone would have to come here was the Trayus Academy, used lifetimes ago as a staging ground for the first Jedi Purge. The kind of people the Academy attracted tended to be unsavoury, which was why Jensen's advice was so sought after.
He'd be better commanding a fleet in orbit and shooting down those threats instead of just talking about them, however.
The office was deserted - there was need for only one advisor, due to the minimal space traffic. Which was lucky, because Jensen could be as moody as he liked without reprimand. He shivered as a cold wind blew through the office, and he looked around for the cause - an open door, or broken ventilation shaft - but found nothing. Frowning, he turned back to his viewscreen.
"Admiral Lorgo?" A voice asked, seemingly surprised to find him here. Jensen turned around again, quickly this time, as he had not heard anyone enter the room. When Jensen laid his aging eyes on the owner of the voice, his white eyebrows nearly disappeared underneath his cap - a sign of his admiralty from the days of the Ronove.
"Lord Ignus?" He replied, equally surprised. The Sith Lord, thought to be dead, nodded. "How may I be of service?"
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Post by Picas Dixon on Oct 11, 2015 6:09:48 GMT -8
Jensen's mind was still trying to comprehend what stood before him. Lord Ignus, his once Sith master, was alive. But how? He had been murdered when the Jedi he had possessed was also killed. It had been years, Jensen had had to make do without his leadership. Why now? And how had he found Jensen? Questions he daren't ask. Lord Ignus was not know for his patience. His Sith tattoos were no longer present, either. It was odd, Jensen was used to seeing him in red and black.
"I have a job for you, Admiral. I am going to return, and when I do I will need a ship. I quite fancy a Vanguard transport. It will need to be heavily shielded and fast, so no doubt it will have to be modified. I also require it to be stealthy. This is your mission: acquire me that vessel, Admiral."
Jensen lowered his head in reverence. "As you wish, my Lord. When will be your return? When do you need this vessel by?"
"I am unsure, Admiral, just have the job done for when I arrive."
Jensen nodded his agreement and saluted. Finally, someone worthwhile to obey. "As you will, my Lord."
"Yes, as I will." Ignus replied, and then faded. Jensen blinked as his mind registered what had just happened. Ignus had just... disappeared into nothingness. How? Was it some sort of Force trickery? It had to be. Regardless, Jensen had his orders. He walked crisply to the interstellar communications suite, intending to carry out his orders immediately. Lord Ignus still had credits hidden away, and Jensen had left them untouched. Now was the time to use them. He keyed in the signal for Kuat, who would be able to create a ship of such specifications.
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Post by Picas Dixon on Oct 12, 2015 12:54:18 GMT -8
An acknowledgement from Kuat came through on Jensen's personal workstation. He was unsure how it was routed so efficiently, and was concerned in case the security had been breached, however it was more important that Lord Ingus' will be done. A representative of the Drive Yards had received Jensen's modified order, and the plans had been sent for checking. Jensen smiled, knowing that when his lord and master returned, he would have a ship waiting for him.
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Post by Picas Dixon on Oct 13, 2015 1:07:47 GMT -8
Another message came through from Kuat, titled 'apologies'. This didn't look good. Jensen read the message. His order had been placed, however Kuat Drive Yards did not have the right to manufacture the ship Jensen had ordered. He felt slightly ashamed - a renowned fleet admiral should have known better, or at the very least known enough to do his research. He sent his apologies. Luckily the representative from Kuat had been helpful, and pointed him in the right direction.
He sent a message to Corellia.
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Post by Abdiel on Apr 14, 2016 23:53:46 GMT -8
*Malachor... rich in the dark side of the Force, a beacon of those who call themselves its servant. Indeed, Bogan's influence was so powerful that those who did not walk His path would find themselves near-unable to answer His call. Even the beasts of the world—those that managed to survive in this wasteland that was—succumbed to its power, twisting and morphing into powerful, extraordinary beasts.
It was here the being known as Abdiel had made his hermitage, on this once-great world, ravaged by war and the Jedi, destroying what they did not understand. Or didn't dare to understand.
Abdiel understood, truly, the desperation in the moment that led the Jedi Surik to activating the Mass Shadow Generator. For, to be absolutely honest, he distrusted the Sith just as much as any Jedi would.
The Sith... The Sith took everything from him. Bought him with promises of prosperity and freedom for his people... Left him responsible for the further persecution of his people. The Velmoc had been fighting against castes for centuries against the immigrated humans of Velmor, who had all but forced them into isolation on their own world, and Abdiel had vowed to fix this. But the Sith who'd trained him, given him power and the means to do what must be done... Abdiel had committed atrocities and cast the shadow of hatred and fear upon the Velmoc species for his actions, causing them to be seen as even greater outcasts. Enraged, Abdiel had confronted and killed his Master, but that would be the last great tradition of the Sith Abdiel ever indulged in.
Abdiel left Velmor with a warning, that the Velmoc not follow in his footsteps, and that the humans dare not blame his people for his actions, before he began his pilgrimage. Several times he felt tempted to seek the Jedi, but too often he'd felt the rage and anger that had been instilled in him by his old master... and festered within as a result of the Velmor atrocities. The last thing he desired was to commit more crimes due to his lack of control.
And so he traveled the stars, seeking the bastions of Bogan, researching the dark side of the Force and its followers, Sith and Dark Jedi alike. He studied their various teachings, finding wisdom in some and foolishness in most. Particularly among the Sith, there were so many inconsistencies and conflicting doctrines, he felt even more foolish for following one in the first place.
But he continued to search, continued to study, continued to collect knowledge and piece together what teachings he agreed with, what he didn't, and what he needed to meditate on further. What he came to realize? The dark side was a true wellspring of power and capabilities that no one, not even the Sith, could understand. Abdiel dared not claim he could fully understand it himself, but he was certain that, throughout the millennia, it had been quite misunderstood. The Jedi had always treated it like an enemy, and the Sith a tool, when it was truly an ally, just as much as the Jedi saw their light. In many ways, the Jedi actually understood the Force better than the Sith, but make no mistake, theirs was still a highly-flawed view.
Thus he found himself on Malachor V, deep within the abandoned subterranean Trayus Academy, a vast wellspring of Sith knowledge and lore. The dark side was ever present, penetrating and surrounding his very being, speaking to him of the atrocities committed upon the world... by both sides. It was... enlightening, to use an ironic term. But within the depths, he felt validated; the point so many had missed, so few had understood, was that Bogan, as a benevolent god, was to be treated as an ally and a form of guidance, not a tool to be twisted to one's own goals. If one would only truly open themselves to the dark side, truly listen and obey its will, the wonders they could achieve, the good they could do for the galaxy and its inhabitants... If only the Jedi could understand, true followers of Bogan only had the purest of intentions, if not a mere difference in philosophy, they could learn that the two could work in harmony with each other; for they preached the benefits of balance, did they not?
Abdiel continued to dwell within the Academy, sustaining himself on the dark side and what food he could find, continuing his research and his meditations. It was here, surrounded by Bogan's firm-but-comforting arms, he would give birth to new philosophy...*
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