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Post by Whill Shaman Xixo on Apr 5, 2013 15:19:43 GMT -8
*Clak'dor VII's atmosphere was toxic, forcing the surviving Bith species to retreat into domed cities. Jungles and swamps made up the terrain, but traversing them without protective gear was not advisable.*
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Post by Darth Sobrius on Jan 31, 2015 17:34:09 GMT -8
*The shuttle descended toward the massive pyramidal Temple below, transmitting landing data to Sobrius' private hangar. The ship folded its wings and gently glided into the hangar as it opened. Sobrius descended the ship's ramp and made for the hangar's exit, only to see Subortus, his Rattataki protege, waiting for him. Sobrius strode toward the exit as though he weren't there, and the Rattataki made way for him, falling in step beside him as Sobrius entered the base.*
Welcome back, my Master. How fared your travels?
*Sobrius had come to trust Subortus far more in recent times, believing him to be his most valuable apprentice yet. When Sobrius had to see to other duties, Subortus had taken the initiative to see to the Temple's upkeep in his absence and did so admirably. This man would be a worthy successor of Sobrius' goals should something happen to him, but first, Sobrius needed to cement those goals...*
The beacon led to nothing of consequence, however, I journeyed to the nexus of the dark side within the planet, where I was presented with a message from our master: "Go forth, and spread my influence."
*Sobrius decided not to mention the more personal message, "Do not repeat your past mistakes." Subortus had no need to know of his past, nor did anyone. As far as anyone was concerned, he had been and always will be Sobrius.*
We have everything we need. A base, troops, revenue... we no longer need to wait and plan. But first, I must mediate, deem what I feel is an appropriate place to strike, then we will go.
*Subortus nodded his head low.*
Understood, my Master. Shall I prepare a suitable task force?
*Sobrius allowed himself a smile at the Rattataki's usefulness. Truly a reliable apprentice indeed.*
Of course, my apprentice. I will come to you when I am ready.
*Subortus bowed to his master as they parted ways, Sobrius making for his personal meditation chamber. It was a quiet, cold, metallic room, empty save for a tapestry bearing the emblem of the Sith upon it. Sobrius knelt down upon the ground before it, hands on his knees as he bowed his head low and closed his eyes. He gave himself over completely to the dark side of the Force, allowing it to fill his body and mind. Here, he would determine his next target. Here, he would finally begin his newest task... He just needed to know where to strike first.*
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Post by Darth Sobrius on Aug 29, 2015 22:12:21 GMT -8
*The metallic chill pervading the room only served to enhance Sobrius's connection with the enveloping darkness. It seemed to seep in from the emblem of the Sith that hung upon the banner Sobrius knelt facing, his head bowed and eyes closed. It did not wrap about him, but instead entered directly into his very being, filling him; Sobrius welcomed the chilling tendrils that that licked at every fiber of his being, tingling his senses.
It was euphoric.
He'd been given his message at Dagobah, the instruction to spread Bogan's influence. And now he had to only listen for where he was intended to strike. He had men, ships, resources, he only needed the target.
But suddenly the tendrils thrashed about as though in pain, causing Sobrius to groan and double over as he shared in their pain. They curled inward, pinching his nerves, rendering him immobile, even unable to breathe for a moment. He choked attempts at breathing as images formed in his mind: The unmistakable ruins of Korriban. Then flashes, explosions, earth and mortar and dust scattering into the air. The feeling of a taint, one that did not belong in Bogan's stronghold. Korriban now lay scarred, even more than ever, its strongholds and even the tombs blasted sky high.
At last the tendrils released him and he jolted upright, gasping and choking for air, bulging eyes focused squarely in the center of the Sith emblem before him. Sweat trickled down the sides of his face as he realized the horrible truth: Korriban had been ransacked by some putrid Jedi filth.*
"Redundant," *he commented, attempting to gain control of the fists that were now shaking with anger. He stood to his feet, breath regained. He knew what he must do: Journey to Korriban. Search for some sign of who dared to foolishly attack the dark side's most precious stronghold. Then he would have his first target...
His robes swirled as he spun and headed toward the exit, gesturing with his hand to slide the door open.
As he set foot within his office, a mere flash in the Force was all the warning he'd received before he raised his left hand to snatch a poisoned dart out of the air. His blade fell from the inside of his sleeve into his hand, searing red roaring to life as he spun just in time to catch an orange blade upon it. Sobrius took the briefest of moments to visually examine his assailant: A dark, light-armored individual, with various weaponry attached.* "Assassin."
*The assailant did not acknowledge his comment, instead attacking swiftly with several strikes. He was highly trained, but Sobrius was a Sith Lord who'd trained assassins of his own; he would not let this one get the better of him. Sobrius's blade met each of the assassin's strikes, but the assassin pulled a knife, swiping it toward Sobrius's abdomen. Reacting quickly, Sobrius hopped backwards as the knife cut cleanly through the hem of his cloak. Sobrius spun, kicking the knife out of the assassin's head and took the offensive. The assassin proved to be just as expert at defense, blocking each stroke before twirling and shifting his position in an attempt to throw Sobrius off-balance. Recognizing the attempt, Sobrius feigned stumbling, only to shift his position with palm extended, launching a Force push at the assassin.
The assassin was only caught slightly off-guard, but managed to absorb the push and prevent being sent flying, instead only sliding several feet back. He then reached for his chest and tossed several daggers at Sobrius. As Sobrius ducked beneath them, the assassin launched himself at Sobrius with his lightsaber held high.
His course then suddenly diverted as he slammed into the wall, shards of stone hurtling from the impact. Sobrius glanced toward the office entrance, where a Rattataki man stood. After confirming his unwanted savior's identity, Sobrius's gaze returned to the assassin, the same moment his empty hand lifted, blasting arcing strands of purple into the assassin's frame before he could recover. The being failed to defend himself and spasmed and thrashed at the assault, giving Sobrius enough time to move in, identifying the armor's weak points in the arms before dismembering them.
The assassin, strangely, made no sound; perhaps his mind was too rattled by the lightning to properly recognize what had happened. Still, Sobrius brought the edge of his blade to the assassin's neck, his gaze cold as he demanded,* "Who sent you?" *The assassin stared defiantly... then suddenly, Sobrius's legs were swept out from underneath him, forcing him to spring backward and use his hands to flip himself backwards onto his feet. Then he grinned; even without his arms, the assassin wasn't ready to give up yet. Sobrius had to admire that.
A blade protruded from the toe of the assassin's right boot, and it seemed he very much intended to beat Sobrius with only his legs, or die in the attempt. Admirable though it was, Sobrius would have to oblige him death. The Rattataki, thankfully, remained in the doorway, choosing not to interfere further as Sobrius ducked and dodged rapid kicks and swipes, analyzing the armor's weak points, waiting for his opening.
When it at last came, his blade did its intended work, removing the assassin's legs, forcing him to land unceremoniously face-down on the ground. Sobrius, certain he was down for the count but ready for anything nonetheless, walked up to the now-amputee, kicking him over onto his back. The lightsaber once more at his throat, Sobrius declared,* "You would worm your way into my temple silently in a bid to remove its master like some coward? I, who in naught but an Imperial Guard's armor, wielding merely a force pike, who dispatched its guards and issued a challenge to its former master before its entire congregation? You have no sense of grandeur. Pathetic.
"Who sent you?" *he repeated, his gaze once again cold. The figure once again did not respond, merely stared through visored helmet into Sobrius's eyes. Several moments passed, then Sobrius beheaded the individual.* "Worthless. Loyalty was his only quality."
*The red blade retreated into its hilt and the weapon slid back into his sleeve before he knelt down to examine the smoldering corpse. Weapons were all he found, no identifying features that could lead him to a source. They covered their tracks well. There was, however, a holo commlink... this could prove useful. Sobrius removed the item from his person, then stood and turned away, gesturing lazily with his hand toward the Rattataki.* "Subortus, remove him."
"Yes, my lord." *his humble servant answered.*
"And do not help me again unless I asked for it," *Sobrius warned, again not looking at him.
He felt Subortus hesitate before repeating,* "Yes, my lord," *and tending to the corpse. Strangely, Sobrius's warning had not been as threatening as he had intended. Perhaps it was the acknowledgement that Subortus had been his finest subordinate yet, the most worthy successor he could ever ask for. Still, he felt cheated that he had not bested the assassin by his own power. Regardless, the assassin would not live to tell the tale.
Sobrius sat at his desk, activating the commlink. As he did so, a figure came to life, and immediately it was clear that this was a prerecorded message even before it began to speak.*
:: "If you have survived this attack, then you have been deemed worthy of joining our insurrection against the Jedi. If you would rule this galaxy, come to Korriban." ::
*The figure then disappeared. The pieces now fell into place. Sobrius smirked.* "'Worthy,' am I?" *He stood from his seat, walking around his desk and toward the exit.* "I know not who you are who believes yourself 'worthy' of making that judgment." *Regardless of these things, Sobrius knew that it was the will of Bogan; the call to Korriban now was no mere investigation, but the beginnings of a counterattack. And other Sith were joining together to accomplish this...* "Your influence will be spread," *he murmured to himself, as he immediately made preparations to leave for Korriban...*
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Post by Darth Sobrius on Jan 19, 2016 22:50:30 GMT -8
"Citizens of Muunilinst, behold your traitor, Chairman Kos Damask of the, ahem, former InterGalactic Banking Clan. When the world of Muunilinst was attacked, left in shambles, the Grand General Nicademus Delvardus the Fourth of the Imperial Remnant came to restore order, to bring relief to the wounded and troubled peoples of this fine world. He sought to unify the councils, and who else but the greedy Chairman Damask, more concerned about his own stake than the people of the planet, would dissent against that order? Would send an assassin aimed at the man whose goal was to restore Muunilinst to its former glory?" *The hologram gave a brief flicker, a faint rumbling sound heard before the image stabilized.* "... but fear not. The Grand General lives, and even now his forces do battle with the dissenters, and their hired mercenaries and droid armies, which they have collected with intents to do war with the Remnant. " WAR! I would think war would be the last thing the people of Muun would want to see on this world, especially so soon! The Banking Clan are a threat to the stability of this planet!" *Pausing, he sneered and turned his head slightly toward the suspended Muun, speaking in a slightly softer voice.* " Were a threat." *He turned away from the Muun, voice raising once more.* "But no more! The might of the Imperial has once again been proven. We will bring order, and crush those who oppose us." *A lightsaber flew into his open right hand, orange blade screaming to life as he raised his arm and vertically bisected the Chairman, releasing his hold as the two smoking pieces fell to the ground. The figure stepped into the center of the image, his face still partially obscured by the shadow of his hood, his lightsaber still lit as his side as he spoke once more.* "And we are its sword. We, who have waited in the shadows for the perfect opportunity to strike at the chaos in the galaxy. We are not Sith, nor are we Dark Jedi. I am Soku Ren, and we are the Knights of Ren, the sword of the Imperial." "'Knights of Ren'?" *Sobrius repeated with a curious tone; his head had even tilted a centimeter to the right.
He and Subortus stood within the Temple Master's office, having been given word of a "declaration" of sorts from a new group of Force-users, eager to make themselves known to the galaxy, and apparently with Imperial roots. Imperials... The Empires of the past were all flawed, all shortsighted, all failed. Including his own meager, foolish attempt.
But what had Sobrius to his name? The call of Archais had amounted to nothing; the call to Kamino had never come, and not once had he heard word from the other Sith present at Korriban. The HoloNet had been quiet... until this "Knight of Ren" had appeared to make a public announcement about the resurgence of the Imperial Remnant, as well as revealing the existence of this new dark side serving group.
Turning his head towards his protege, he asked,* "What do you make of this?" *The Rattataki studied the paused hologram for a moment, brows furrowed in contrast to Sobrius's own disinterested expression, before shaking his head.* "A bold display, my Lord. But little more." *Sobrius nodded, turning away from the hologram, eyes falling on the reinforced transparisteel containment unit, wherein rested the shard of Alderaan gifted to him upon Korriban.* "Lofty claims and bold displays do little to fuel change. There must be actions." *The wistfulness in his expression vanishing, he turned from the item back toward the hologram, squinting slightly as he studied the holographic figure closely.* "And yet, something seems somewhat familiar about this figure..." *Subortus turned toward him with slightly-raised eyebrows.* "An old acquaintance, perhaps?" *Sobrius slowly shook his head.* "Not in such terms, though I have an odd feeling..." *Subortus pursed his lips in thought before deciding to leave the moment silent, his Master studying the hologram before waving his hand, shutting down the projector and turning away.* "Keep an ear in the Imperial Sector. Report to me what you're able." *Subortus frowned curiously; it was unlike his Master to take interest in Imperial business.* "My Lord?" *Sobrius turned to face him, nodding towards the exit.* "You have your instructions. Anything you can report to me on these 'Knights of Ren,' particularly this 'Soku Ren,' will be invaluable." *The Rattataki apprentice always had questions, but respected his Master enough to never voice them. He nodded and then bowed to his Master before departing the room, leaving Sobrius alone.
The Sith Master approached his chair and sat down within it, contemplating this new group. "Knights of Ren"... "Soku Ren"... Either these Knights belonged to this Soku Ren, or "Ren" was a title much like the "Darth" that the Sith held for millennia.* "Imitators," *he muttered to himself, turning to stare at the gray skies outside the Temple. Perhaps it was an unfair judgment of a group he knew little about, but they had specifically named the Sith and Dark Jedi as groups they did not belong to; they must have been servants of Bogan. But were they proper servants? If not, perhaps Sobrius had at last his mission from Bogan: Eliminate the false servants. Or, better yet, enlighten them... they could be tools to Bogan's true will, bringing the truth to the galaxy...
In the time that followed, little information could be gleaned from the Imperials, other than strange movements in the Unknown Regions. This was of little surprise; the Remnant had operated in that section of space for decades. No information whatsoever could be gained on these Knights of Ren...
... so it came as quite the surprise when the Sith Temple was granted a sudden visitor: Soku Ren himself. When alerted of the man's approach, Sobrius had responded to the call himself, greeted with the same hooded figure from the Muunilinst execution, his face no less obscured by his hood. Sobrius, speaking sardonically, asked what earned him the "honor" of this visit. To his surprise, Soku Ren replied, with complete sincerity, that the honor was his own. He and another Knight of Ren had desired to meet with him, but would not explain why. Sobrius was skeptic, but nevertheless agreed to an audience in the entrance chamber.
And so he stood, standing atop the large stone staircase that led to the Temple's entrance proper, Subortus behind him and to his left. Several of the Temple's guard joined him, shadowtrooper and acolyte alike, to ensure absolute protection of this Temple, this great monument to Bogan. Sobrius did not fear usurping; he merely felt their presence would strongly reinforce the respect he commanded within this Temple. His guests would do well to humble themselves in his presence...* |
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Post by Soku Ren on Jan 19, 2016 23:07:19 GMT -8
"You are certain you do not fear him?" *Soku asked his Rodian partner with a hint of a smirk.
Derel Ren's trademark sneer was not present.* "I resent him. ... but I can't deny his ability. He pulled the wool over our eyes."
*Soku nodded, peering through the shuttle's viewport at the pyramidal ziggurat looming before them, upon which was emblazoned the emblem of the Sith. Soku clicked his tongue in disapproval, then shook his head before replying,* "Such skill, to be certain, though the illusion fast fades when you begin to wonder why the supposed 'Dark Lord of the Sith' seemed so dead-focused upon a single world with so little galactic significance."
"Don't remind me," *Derel grumbled.* "I still feel like a fool."
*Soku reached out to the Rodian, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder.* "At ease, brother. Those days are far gone. You are not here as his apprentice. In my eyes, by abandoning the Sith lies, you are above him."
"Easy for you to say." *Derel shrugged off the hand and headed aft as the shuttle glided into the Temple's hangar. Frowning, Soku left the pilot alone, following after him.*
"What matters is the present, does it not? You and I both were fools. We have awakened, and are more capable than ever."
*Derel did not answer, merely pulling his hood over his face. Deciding to let the subject rest, Soku remained silent, waiting as the shuttle at last landed and the boarding ramp lowered. The pair descended the ramp, immediately met by a pair of troopers, weapons held at ease, directing them to the entrance chamber.
The dark side was strong here... and yet it was misguided. The Sith emblem was displayed prominently in the hangar as well. Soku tried not to let this bother him as they were led into the large stone chamber, lined with guards on either side, creating a sort of enclosure around two prominent figures standing tall above the rest of the chamber at the top of a stone staircase. Soku and Derel slipped between a pair of shadowtroopers, who did not flinch a muscle, as the two of them stood at the foot of the staircase, staring up at the two figures above.
The Rattataki was of little importance. The somewhat-diminutive figure... He was nearly unrecognizable, as his visage was now his own and not stolen from another. Strangely, his unscarred countenance was almost more intimidating, a coldness in his gaze, his beard well trimmed. But there was no mistaking his presence in the Force... this was the same man Soku had once fought against, and Derel had served under.*
"Hail, Lord Sobrius," *Soku called out, bowing to the figure, Derel following his example with hesitance.* "I am Soku Ren and this is Derel Ren, and we are of the Knights of Ren. Once more, it is an honor to be in your presence."
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Post by Darth Sobrius on Jan 19, 2016 23:19:54 GMT -8
*At last, the two had entered, making their way for the center of the entrance chamber, both hooded. Now that they were in Sobrius's presence, there was indeed something familiar about his presence... faintly. What was most curious, however, was the presence of the accomplice. The recognition was distinctly familiar, even with his visage obscured. Even as Soku Ren greeted him with a bow he did not return, flashes of light danced in Sobrius's mind, a beam of energy arcing and curling about the air...*
"Your name is not Derel Ren..." *Sobrius's right hand, which had been folded with his left behind his back, released the other hand and shot forward. As he did so, the hood of the accomplice flew over his head, exposing his identity.
Of course... he had seen the unmistakable snout of a Rodian even as this figure had tried to remain discreet. Now that Sobrius saw his face, he was equal parts surprised, delighted, and amused... And disappointed. But a sickening grin crept onto his features regardless as he raised his head toward the Rodian, looking down his nose at him.* "Gran."
*Subortus, having adopted a similar standing stance as his Master, frowned, hands unfolding and falling to his sides.* "My Lord, you know this Rodian?"
*The grin persisting, Sobrius explained,* "Of course. A relic of my past life. A former apprentice, impeccably-skilled with a lightwhip. A useful tool... I thought him dead on Belkadan, but it seems he has survived, only to lose his way. Has the prodigal apprentice returned?"
*Subortus almost seemed shocked to be in the presence of one of his Master's former apprentices, and also eager to learn more; Sobrius was very tight-lipped on his past endeavors, after all. Falling into silent obedience once more, his hands folded behind his back again as he remained quiet and observed and listened...*
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Post by Soku Ren on Jan 19, 2016 23:39:32 GMT -8
*Soku's greeting would go ignored, for Lord Sobrius's attention was upon the Rodian at his side. Unsurprising, though, perhaps naively, Soku had not expected it so soon. He also had not expected the Sith Lord to forcibly withdraw Derel's hood, exposing his visage. Soku scowled, though kept himself from retaliating; Derel, however, reached for his lightwhip hilt after shaking off the initial shock. Soku quickly reached across him and gripped his wrist, ceasing his motion, giving him a look imploring he keep his cool, while also expressing a mote of sympathy.
Derel met his gaze defiantly before reluctantly relenting, Soku releasing his grip. Sobrius's smug demeanor was not sitting well with either of them, especially Derel, of course. Derel's eyes focused upon the Rattataki who spoke to Sobrius. A new apprentice, no doubt, and that immediately drew Derel's ire. But for what reason? Because Sobrius was allowed to spread his lies to another poor soul? Or was there some other reason... ?
Derel's fists clenched and shook. Sensing his friend was in no state of mind to calmly address the Sith, Soku took the floor and explained,* "While I know the answer may disappoint you, no, he is not returning to you." *He almost shot the Sith a look of disdain, but admittedly, his respect for his past endeavors—however misguided—overpowered any contempt he had. Instead, a small smile came to his face as he explained,* "We instead bring to you an invitation." *Soku fell silent, knowing the Sith must have some knowledge of at least the failed coup on Muunilinst, and Soku's own message announcing the Knights of Ren. He would guess what the invitation was for...*
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Post by Darth Sobrius on Jan 19, 2016 23:54:18 GMT -8
*"Derel Ren" did not seem too pleased whatsoever at Sobrius's words... Nor, did it seem, at Subortus. The way the Rodian nearly reached for his weapon, only for his associate to stop him, the way his fists shook, the anger and loathing welled up within him... There was still Sith in him. Sobrius felt it gnawing within him... He could pretend to be a "Knight of Ren," a Sith pretender, all he desired, but truly he was Gran, the lightwhip-wielding servant of the Empire, below the exterior.
Soku Ren "disappointed" him by declaring that the Rodian was not returning to him, a fact Sobrius had realized but dismissed; Gran would see the error of his ways soon enough. But more curious was this "invitation" that Soku Ren did not name, but Sobrius had already realized: To join the Imperials. He could sense Subortus tensing; the protege was well aware of Sobrius's disdain for so-called "Empires," and perhaps feared—or maybe anticipated—backlash.
But Sobrius did not react except to let his smile fade and his head raise higher, even further looking down on the pair; or perhaps the mere notion.* "An invitation? To join your fledgling Empire? What good would that possibly do?" *Sobrius's hands folded behind his back once more as he slowly began to descend the steps.* "Empires are foolish. They seek dominance, not servitude. All have fallen. The Sith Empires; any of them. The Galactic Empires. Crushed from within... and from without.
"Here on Clak'dor VII, I have created true loyalty. I have made myself a hero in the eyes of the Bith people, without the need of an Empire. I command respect over this entire Temple. All in the name of Bogan." *He stopped at the third step, looking upon the two standing before him. He still could not place the human, but Gran... he had hardly changed. Aged only slightly, but still enveloped in the dark. But his heart, his servitude... it was placed on something else. Torn, even. There was conflict there...
And he would exploit it.*
"So tell me," *he began again, another smile having crept onto his face,* "what has your 'Empire' to show?"
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Post by Soku Ren on Jan 20, 2016 0:15:05 GMT -8
*Soku was instantly stunned when Lord Sobrius seemed to instantly decline the invitation. This man, who had built his own Empire from scratch, gathered many men and forces, trained no fewer than four apprentices and even managing to convince two they were the reincarnations of past Sith Lords, was turning down the chance to be part of a new Order?
Even Derel seemed confused, though he tensed when the Sith began to descend the steps toward them. Soku as well tensed, though for different reason: Everything Lord Sobrius was saying, every criticism laid toward Empires of the past... Did the Sith not understand what drew Soku here?! All of the past Empires had been misguided, driven by selfish desire; while they may have been birthed of pure intentions, they all had fallen into foolish ways. This was true, but Lord Sobrius did not seem to recognize that, and, as a result, was writing off any and all attempts at an Imperial structure entirely.
He then boasted of his accomplishments, of creating "true loyalty" of the populace, of the respect he commanded within this Temple. Both proud accomplishments, to be sure, but pitiful compared to what the First Order had already done; had planned to do. So when Lord Sobrius demanded to know what their "Empire" had done, instead of appear defensive, Soku Ren only smiled proudly.* "We are no Empire. We are the First Order, and we shall bring exactly that to the galaxy: Order. Already, we have eliminated the dissent upon Muunilinst, as you know—" *There was a hint of a smirk to this information.* "—and restored peace to its populace. They have willingly accepted our aid amidst the chaos caused by its invaders, and by its would-be antagonists of the former InterGalactic Banking Clan.
"And already they move within the Unknown Regions, securing the sector, drawing forth its loyal numbers to bolster its armies. We have made campaigns to secure allegiance, and remove the obstacles that would stand in the way of true order." *Knowing this next bit of information might be especially interesting to the Sith, Soku's smile became a smirk.* "One obstacle we have removed is the Jedi of Deralia. The Temple has been sacked and its population reduced to nothing. Deralia has been freed of their tyranny and have been introduced to the peace the First Order would bring them."
*He would save the information that three of its occupants had managed to escape; a fact that still irked Soku, but would not let it show. Instead, he shifted to a new topic, daring to take a step forward, removing his hood as he looked up at the Sith, a serious, almost reverent expression on his face.* "Once I was your enemy, but I see now your goals were noble. The Jedi had no interest in enforcing peace and order, instead giving in to frivolity. You, however, wished to bring the world into a new era, free from oppression, and yet the Jedi did nothing but engage in constant war with you over the world, bringing only prolonged fighting and destruction.
"I entreat you; join with us! Your ways are wise, and you would at last accomplish your goal of bringing galaxy-wide order." *He gave a low bow and held it, humbling himself if it would serve to benefit their goal. With palpable reluctance, Derel bowed as well, his lack of comfort oozing into the Force. Soku had wished his friend had added his own piece, but could not expect him to; Lord Sobrius had dashed any hopes of that with his condescensions. Still, the bow had been more than he'd realistically hoped.
Perhaps the Sith would join them yet...*
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Post by Darth Sobrius on Jan 22, 2016 22:01:15 GMT -8
*The "First Order"? Whose goal was to bring "order" to the galaxy? Who have subjugated Muunilinst and its oppressors, and were already moving to do the same as they swept across the Unknown Regions? An Empire by another name, then. Lofty claims, all of them Sobrius planned on dismissing entirely with a scoff and a turn of his head.
Then Soku Ren spoke a familiar name. "Deralia"... The world Sobrius had once foolishly attempted to subjugate as the first step in his planned— failed galactic conquest. And had been stymied time and again by the Jedi forces there and their band of military misfits. Repeated failures that had drive Sobrius into a single-minded rage, determined to eradicate the Jedi there, and their leader, Aerandir Calmcacil...
Only to fall to the blade of a former apprentice.
And the First Order, with the aid of the Knights of Ren, had eliminated the Jedi there? Had turned the world over to the new regime, accomplishing what Sobrius could never do? He could almost commend them... Except...
He turned his head toward the pair of Knights once more as Soku Ren stepped forward, at last pulling back his hood and revealing a vague detail of his identity: He was once Sobrius's enemy, only he now realized his "goals were noble." The face revealed at last, Sobrius scrutinized it, unable to make more than a fleeting recognition of its features. He was a former Jedi of Deralia, that had been all but confirmed, however Sobrius knew not his original identity; he'd never taken the time to learn all their names. In retrospect, perhaps foolish.
However, Soku Ren seemed to truly idolize Sobrius, speaking loftily of the Sith's goals and practically begging for him to join with the First Order, even bowing before him. Gran too bowed, and Sobrius relished the frustration radiating off of the Rodian's person. It was rich... and flattering. Sincerely so, at least from Soku Ren. What was that phrase the common folk used? "How could you say no to that?"
A thin smile crossed his lips.* "And you think Deralia means something to me?" *That was how.* "I am sure you have reasoned with yourself that your Empire—and it is an Empire, if not by another name, do not delude yourself—have given it some sort of purpose, but I have moved past Deralia. It is a backwater world, of little consequence to the galaxy. I would not have focused concentrated efforts on it so early, not out of some petty revenge scheme."
*The thin smile became a sickeningly-false grin, lowering his head as though addressing misunderstanding children.* "Though I am flattered you think so highly of me... You have not proven to me that your 'First Order' is any different from the other template Empires that have come and gone. I see no reason for me to lend my talents to you."
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Post by Soku Ren on Jan 28, 2016 0:05:30 GMT -8
*The two Knights of Ren sustained their bow, waiting for Lord Sobrius's response and hopeful approval. The Sith was pleased, that much could be easily discerned, which had led Soku to believe he had successfully secured his allegiance. But then he spoke, dismissing the claims. Dismissing Deralia's importance. Dismissing the strike on the world as "petty revenge."
Soku's expression became blank, feeling as though something within him had shattered. Not only was he being rejected, but being spat upon by the man he in some ways had idolized?! Treated like a child, told his attempts at bringing order to the galaxy was no different than the Empires of the past?!
He remained frozen in his stance, but Derel had risen, scowling, anger radiating from his form.* "You know nothing, 'Master'!" *the Rodian spat.* "Your regime fell before it could secure a single planet, yet already the First Order has several worlds under its banner! Its reach is far! You're just jealous you can't say the same for your own failed schemes!"
*Soku had slowly straightened, his expression still blank as he turned his head to watch his brother berate the man he once called Master and sarcastically did so now. As his words registered, strength returned to Soku's form. His expression hardened as he contemplated the words. Derision. A method Soku had not planned to resort to, but Derel had understandably lost patience with the Sith. And the words may have been true... Lord Sobrius had little to show for himself, whereas the First Order had planted a foothold and was slowly growing.
Soku returned his gaze to Sobrius, and he smirked.* "Yes... the First Order has progressed exponentially further than your attempts at an Empire have in mere weeks. As for what truly makes us different? Us. The Knights of Ren. We serve a true purpose, unlike you Sith: Order, not power. With our efforts, we will aid the First Order in securing galactic peace, not seek to lead it ourselves. That is the downfall of all previous attempts at galactic unity: Pride. Jedi, Sith, too full of arrogance.
"Much like yourself," *Soku concluded, and he could feel the glee emanating from his Rodian comrade, pleased that he had taken his side. Soku had seen the potential benefit such a course could reap: Wound the Sith's pride and perhaps he would desire to prove otherwise. Soku admittedly had completely run out of ideas when Lord Sobrius had outright rejected and belittled him, so Derel had created the perfect opening. Now to see how the Sith would respond...*
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Post by Darth Sobrius on Jan 28, 2016 0:39:08 GMT -8
*The reaction to his words from both parties was quite in contrast, with Gran continuing to grow angry, while Soku Ren, meanwhile, seemingly became completely empty. This was telling: Was he truly so petty and nothing that Sobrius's words resulted in him feeling broken? Sobrius had only meant to sound as though he were talking to children; he was not aware he truly was addressing a child.
Gran spoke, enraged, declaring the First Order more successful than Sobrius's attempts at creating an Empire, claiming Sobrius rejected the invite out of mere jealousy. A lesser man would have been offended, whereas Sobrius only relished being called "Master," even if sarcastically. He still owned the Rodian, whether he wanted to admit it or not.
Soku Ren seemed to recover some strength, fueled by Gran's derision, and added his own piece: The Knights of Ren. Of course; the imitators who announced themselves to the galaxy at large upon Muunilinst, declaring themselves as the First Order's sword. Who practiced subservience... Who, Soku Ren claimed, were devoted to "order, not power," setting aside their own pride to bring peace to the galaxy by any means necessary. He then proceeded to declare both Jedi and Sith as arrogant, as well as Sobrius himself.
Did they think they were getting through to him? That their words actually stung? They meant absolutely nothing. Sobrius had long separated himself from the lofty goals of the past; as far as he was concerned, the man who stood within this Temple was a completely different man that he who had led a mad attempt at galactic conquest. He only continued to lay claim to the Rodian because he was a product of his sober mind; Gran was his doing, and so Gran belonged to him.
But before he could declare just how meaningless they were to him, another voice cried out behind him.* "How dare you!" *Sobrius turned to see Subortus descending the staircase briskly, lightsaber screaming to life as a death glare crossed his features.* "You know not of what you speak, imitator!"
"Subortus—" *Sobrius spoke, raising a hand to calm him, to assure him that they were not worth his effort.
But the Rattataki cut over him.* "No, Master! I'll see to it this insect never speaks ill of the Sith again!"
*Sobrius contemplated physically stepping in, then smirked. Giving a half-bow, he gestured with one arm toward the Rodian, taking a few steps back up the stairs.* "Then by all means, let us see which apprentice is more loyal to the dark side..."
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Post by Soku Ren on Jan 28, 2016 13:59:04 GMT -8
*It... failed. Their bluff, their derision, their mockery had failed. If anything, Lord Sobrius only seemed amused by their words, unoffended. How? How could this man not see? Not feel? That should have had some reaction!
And it did, but not from Lord Sobrius; instead, the Rattataki man became offended on the Sith's behalf, storming down the staircase with his weapon active. Lord Sobrius even attempted to ease him and once more dismiss them, but only got so far as to speak his name before the apprentice declared his intent to silence the "insect." Lord Sobrius seemed to only encourage this gleefully, eager to see "which apprentice is more loyal to the dark side."
Soku wanted to step in, but Derel had already brandished the handle of his lightwhip.* "You might want to step away," *the Rodian growled, though the faintest sneer had returned to his expression.
Soku hadn't wanted it to come to this, but he respected his friend and backed away from the pair, standing mere feet away from the line of acolytes and troopers that bore witness to this event. Derel likewise backed away, though only to create a proper dueling zone for the two combatants. A screech signaled the lightwhip's activation, the lengthy beam of energy snaking to life with a crackle. The Rodian gave it a crack, which made a crash like thunder, sparks flying from the strand's contact upon the ground.*
"Your 'Master' poisons your mind," *Derel taunted the Rattataki, "Subortus,"* "but I now see clearly." *Cracking the whip again, he grinned.* "This should be fun."
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Post by Darth Sobrius on Feb 5, 2016 20:35:14 GMT -8
*The Rattataki's brows gave the faintest budge, the smallest hint of surprise at the Rodian's weapon of choice, but his determination was unshakable; he would not back down from defending his Master's honor, nor would he fail in his task. A lightwhip was admittedly a weapon he was not familiar with fighting against, but he was prepared to face the task nonetheless.
Ah. Dun Möch. A classic technique. But misguided.* "My Master is wise and powerful in the ways of the Sith," *Subortus retorted before pointing his blade at his opponent.* "Yet you, 'Knight of Ren,' following a misguided philosophy, dare to speak of poisoned minds? The only mind poisoned is your own, for you to abandon your Master!"
*And then, Subortus struck. Drawing back his blade had, he lifted his free hand to launch a barrage of lightning toward his target. Allowing that to serve as a distraction, he darted forward, dancing over the strands of the lightwhip and tossing them aside with his own saber, moving in for the attack.*
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Post by Soku Ren on Apr 14, 2016 21:59:14 GMT -8
*Pity... the emotion that Derel felt as the Rattataki prattled on about how the Rodian was the misguided and poisoned one. If only he truly knew his "Master," the being who lied and corrupted for his own gain, not the gain of others. But the aptly-named Subortus had chosen then to end the time for words, opening his attack with a burst of lightning from his fingertips.
Foolish.
Derel did not take the bait, reaching up with his free hand to absorb the lightning barrage before bringing his whip to life, attempting to hold assailant at bay. The Rattataki had impressive agility, dancing over his weapon in a bid to get close, but the Rodian still held the balled-up lightning. Thrusting his left arm forward, he released the contained energy back towards its original source, who was forced to bring his saber up to absorb the lightning, skidding to a halt.
This freed Derel to draw back his whip and lash it outward toward the Rattataki once, twice, and again. The whip danced its dangerous dance, harrying the poor fool who'd dared to challenge him. All the while, Derel sneered in amusement at his new puppet...*
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Post by Darth Sobrius on Jun 4, 2016 15:55:56 GMT -8
*Subortus had to give the Rodian some credit, he was clairvoyant enough to absorb the lightning using his hand rather than his weapon. Subortus would have liked to say he could beat the lightwhip-wielder head on using only his wit and one saber, but if he couldn't... then the least he could do was survive long enough to lull the "Knight of Ren" into a false sense of security before playing his trump card.
So he deflected or sidestepped each stroke of the lightwhip, completely presenting himself to the mercy of the fallen apprentice. Albeit, perhaps he was playing the part too well, for the strand of energy strayed too close to his face and he barely managed to avoid partial decapitation, though his cheek now burned. The Rattataki drew on what little pain there was to fuel his own strength; from the little amount he mustered, he assessed that the damage must not have been more than superficial at worst.
All the while, Sobrius watched his apprentices do battle, in a way almost feeling nostalgic as he watched Gran toy with Subortus. That was his preferred method, deriving glee from watching his puppets dance; should they break the routine, then the Rodian would begin his own deadly dance. However, it seemed was still firmly entrenched in the Rodian's scheme, unable to break free and indeed nearly become a little too acquainted with Gran's signature lightwhip. No matter... even if one apprentice should fall, another would remain to take their place...*
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Post by Darth Sobrius on Jul 12, 2017 23:01:12 GMT -8
*Upon Sobrius's return to the planet, he had given the personal report to the governor of Clak'dor of his dealings with the Supreme Commander. For now, the Sith opted to keep the news of their recovering a Sovereign-class vessel quiet, and Governor N'ar seemed pleased with the gifts the First Order had promised. Those had not taken long to arrive at the planet, and, while Sobrius oversaw their arrival and formation, he had mostly kept to the Sith Temple, preparing his mind and body, searching for where first to expand the influence of Bogan.
Subortus had conversed with him, and he was the only one Sobrius confided in the existence of the Super Star Destroyer. The Rattataki was amazed by this news, and seemingly grateful at the "fortunate" timing of Sobrius's alliance with the organization. While Sobrius agreed, he instead wanted him to focus on the surrounding space, and where they could dominate. "For the First Order," of course... but the worlds he intended to conquer would know Sobrius. He would be the face of the First Order in this region, and the one who would subjugate the worlds into order. This fact... admittedly pleased him, but he held himself in check.
His apprentice had suggested Sullust, for its shipyards. A worthy target, but Sobrius was keen on building more strongholds before challenging a shipyard world for dominance so soon. There was something else in the sector, something lurking... Sobrius felt... not drawn, but intrigued by it. He told Subortus he would meditate on this, and perhaps, once he located its origin, he would have his first mission...*
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Post by Darth Sobrius on Feb 15, 2018 21:46:07 GMT -8
*The Sith were pooling their resources, building up their power and holdings... Pleasing to Sidious, but something had come to his attention that had left him... unsettled. Even Subortus had realized it, but Sobrius had so far refused to elaborate. For some time, the elderly Sith Lord had believed he needed to find a way to immerse himself completely in the darkness, become a true arm of Bogan and be truly unstoppable...
But endless meditations had begun to calm his mind. He instead centered himself, knowing a clear mind was the key forward. The Sith had their part to play, their unit to cultivate, much as it had been difficult throughout the millennia for powerful Sith to cooperate. But it seemed they were... for now. Blackguard was becoming a powerful force to be reckoned with...
Sobrius again immersed himself in his meditations within his chambers, let the Force and the darkness flow through him. But today, a strange phenomena cut through the darkness, reaching through the very Force itself and calling for him.
Against his better judgment, he accepted the call.*
"So," *said a man's voice,* "that's what you really look like."
*Sobrius looked up, his opened eyes greeted by the sight of a Jedi robed in white, seated within a ring of chairs.* "Calmcacil," *the Sith said.*
"I'd respond in kind, but I guess I don't actually know your true name."
"Nor do you need to. Why have you contacted me?"
*The Jedi shrugged his shoulders.* "Just wanting to confirm a hunch I had years ago. Surprised I hadn't yet seen your face in person, to be honest."
"You grew beyond my concern." *The Sith stood, folding his arms behind his back.* "Fixating upon you would only be repeating my past mistakes."
*Also getting to his feet, Aerandir replied,* "Surprisingly mature of you. So who are you subjugating now? Bith, right?"
*Sobrius could not prevent the scowl that briefly crossed his brows at the Jedi's knowledge of this.* "Do you plan on killing me again?" *he asked evenly.
Aerandir shook his head.* "Wouldn't be 'again,' that was Ambar's doing. Besides, it's painfully obvious merely killing you isn't good enough..."
*The Sith gave a dry laugh as he began to pace back and forth.* "You are not the only one to develop incredible power."
*The Jedi remained put, only his eyes moving to follow the Sith's movements.* "So it seems. Something else you picked up, chasing Sidious's coattails?"
*While this struck a nerve, Sobrius didn't allow it to show.* "He made mistakes. As did I. Mistakes I will not repeat. Your display does not frighten me, Jedi."
"Nor does your apparent immortality scare me. There are methods of combating it."
*Sobrius nodded.* "Just as there are ways of combating your new skills."
*A slight smirk crept onto the Jedi Master's lips.* "So am I back on your radar, then? I'm flattered."
"Clearly the opposite is also true. I look forward to our inevitable game of wit."
*Seemingly having nothing else to say, the image of the Jedi and his chamber vanished from sight, replaced by the wall of Sobrius's meditation chamber. On his own, the Sith knew he would be outmatched... but he was no longer on his own. He also did not expect the Jedi to singlehandedly storm his fortress, nor waste resources on him alone. He had time to prepare. Standing, he departed his chambers immediately.*
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Post by Darth Sobrius on Mar 8, 2019 23:50:59 GMT -8
"Were you expecting such a... showy visit?" *asked the Rattataki male, staring at a holoprojector that displayed the planetside arrival of the Sith'ari's ships.
Sobrius stood by the large window behind his desk, arms folded behind his back, staring out in the general direction of Weogar.* "I was not expecting a visit of any sort. I had surmised Clak'dor VII to be beneath the notice of the Sith'ari."
*The Rattataki turned to look at his Master skeptically.* "You don't think he's here to usurp control?"
"No, Subortus, I do not believe that to be the case. My estimation is that he is here on... 'business.'" *He turned towards his desk and strode towards it, reaching out for the comm button.* "Allow Sith'ari Savage's ships unmolested entry to the Temple."
"Yes, my Lord."
*Sobrius released the comm and looked up at Subortus.* "No need to be intimidated." *The Rattataki's brows rose, but Sobrius continued,* "I still see right through you, apprentice. Sith'ari or no, he is another mere instrument of Bogan, as are you and I."
*Subortus's brows folded into a scowl.* "I wouldn't dare belittle him as such to his face..."
"'Belittle'? Hardly." *Sobrius lowered himself into his chair, beckoning Subortus to stand beside him.* "If he is truly wise, he understands this already."
*The Rattataki stared at Sobrius skeptically for a moment. Finally, slowly nodding, he silently joined his Master behind the desk, awaiting the inevitable arrival of the Sith'ari.*
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Post by Viox Savage on Mar 28, 2019 8:52:42 GMT -8
As the securing of the planet, by they Sith'ari's forces continued, the shuttle carrying the Zabrak Sith Lord descended upon the temple to which Sobrius called him. As the shuttle was allowed to land, surprisingly, the Sith disembarked. Escorted by his Praetorian Shadowtroopers, the Sith'ari strode into the temple, following the distinct essence that was Sobrius.
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