Darth Sobrius
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Post by Darth Sobrius on Apr 16, 2019 19:11:56 GMT -8
*Sobrius was informed of Savage's imminent arrival, even as the Sith Lord watched the shuttle approach from within his office. He replied with an acknowledgement and instructions to "welcome our honored guest." With a nod to Subortus, the two of them departed the office, striding towards the entrance hall of the Temple.
Order reigned, demonstrated by the many gathered acolytes and Temple guard alike. His own personal shadowtroopers formed two rows, facing inwards, evenly spaced, standing rigidly with their weapons at ease. Behind them, trainees, acolytes, and various personnel also stood at attention, understanding the importance of his visit. Sobrius descended the stone steps until he stood at the very bottom. Subortus joined him, standing just behind him and to his left. Normally, he would have remained at the top of the staircase; today, however, he felt it best to not appear to hold himself in higher regard than his guest.
The moment the Zabrak Sith Lord appeared, Sobrius called out,* "Bogan be with you, Sith'ari of the Blackguard Reborn." *The moment he spoke his last word, the entire gathered masses—save for Sobrius himself as well as the foremost lines of shadowtroopers—fell to one knee in reverence.*
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Viox Savage
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"You want the same as me. My redemption, eternal ascension. Setting me free."
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Post by Viox Savage on Apr 17, 2019 18:55:22 GMT -8
Striding forward to meet Sobrius and his assembled troops, he was actually impressed by the level of order Sobrius was maintaining here. Clearly his inside sources were feeding him bad Intel. A problem he would have to rectify soon enough. Coming to a halt a few meters away from the aged Sith Lord, his escort of red and black armored guards came to a halt as well. Acknowledging the greeting with an inclination of his head, the Zabrak replied in kind.
"And with you as well, Lord Sobrius."
It was at that moment that he looked around and took everything in. Yellow eyes scanning the masses, noting the respect they held for him. The compliance to Sobrius and their dedication the the Blackguard.
"The loyalty of your soldiers speaks volumes about you, Sobrius. Clearly the Force serves you well."
This was a very different welcome and gathering than he had originally expected, though he portrayed none of his surprise outwardly. If Sobrius' domain was this loyal to the Sith Lord, then Viox had no other reason to be here. But, now that he was here, an inspection of the troops and a few questions to gauge Clak'dor VII's state of readiness was certainly in order.
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Dragus
The Sith Eternal
In front of the Empire, to all you Vader haters out there. We'll blow your planet up.
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Post by Dragus on Oct 31, 2024 10:34:27 GMT -8
Clak'dor VII (Colu System) | Northern Hemisphere | Domed City of Dragho The domed city of Dragho, just another unremarkable artificially manufactured environment encapsulated by a protective barrier that shielded its inhabitants from the harsh radiation and biological contamination of Clak'dor VII's ruined natural environment, unexceptional in any way shape or form from Bluerhoz or Weogar. Its main inhabitants were members of the highly intelligent Bith species indigenous to the planet and fit every stereotype one might come to expect of them. Those huge heads of theirs were full of even bigger imaginations, causing them to lead fulfilling careers as artists, scientists, and musicians. Children attended school, adults went to work, often there was a busy commute in-between. Though there was a theatre hall on every corner, street performers were common, and it was said that at all hours of the day one could hear the shriek of jizzwailers adding their screeching melody to the chorus of everyday life. Upon last census attempts, it was estimated that Dragho was home to approximately 2.5 million citizens.A goggle wearing ranat held in its gnarled paws the steering wheel of a large flatbed repulsor truck, navigating the lightly trafficked roads at around noontime on a quiet day in the middle of the work week. The verminous driver's grey fur was molting from his scabrous flesh in large patches, while the pinkish skin beneath was enflamed with red rashes and blistering pustules. Clearly this parasite infested rodent had seen days of better health. Beads of sweat poured down the creature's snout and teased its panting tongue with their salty sting. The rodent was actually doing a pretty good job of guiding the large vehicle into the downtown core of the city, eventually coming to a stop next to a large public park. Putting the truck in park, the ranat opened the door and scaled across from the drivers door over to the trucks flat bed, where something was concealed beneath a giant tarp tied in place. Using a rusty knife with a broken edge it had manifested from within its fur, the verminous truck driver began to cut off the straps holding the tarp in place, circling the entire way around the flat bed before disappearing beneath the tarp. Under the billowing cover, the ranat scurried up into a chair mounted on the side of a large squarish metal box, which was further attached to a large brass coloured cylinder that ran the entire length of the flatbed truck. Taking hold of the hand grips in its gnarled paws, the rodent turned on the portable launch system and began to elevate the brass cylinder. As he did so, the tarp slid off the back and onto the road, revealing the contraption fixed to the truck bed.Exposed for all to see was a fifteen meter long rocket attached to what looked like a firing platform, to which the rodent occupied what must be the gunners seat. The missile came to a stop as its tip was angled at 90 degrees towards the domed ceiling that encapsulated the city. The cylinder itself was comprised of riveted Sith alchemized temperature resistant bronzium, dense enough to contain the highly radioactive substance contained within. For months the minions of the Master of the Alchemical Arts had been leeching the lifeblood of Dathomir at his behest, relieving that world of its wealth of spirit ichor, so that he might use it in a grand design that he had been plotting since his days trapped in the limbo like dimension of Otherspace. Using a sophisticated alchemical process known as reverse-cosmosis, Dragus was able to concentrate the ichor vapours harvested via his Chief Warlock Enginseer Skaltera Brassclaw's patented blood-fracking process, into a condensed state. The resulting substance was a luminous green solid that the Dark Apothecary had coined as Spirit Ictonium, due to its radioactive half life. Highly unstable, the Ictonium had to be kept at a perfectly regulated temperature or else it would combust in an uncontrolled explosion. Currently a sizable sample of Spirit Ictonium was contained inside a fusion device housed in the rocket. The letters 'IDBM' were printed along the sides of the missile, which was short for Inter-Dimensional Ballistic Missile. Once the rocket was in position, the rodent in the gunner's seat reached into their fur and retrieved a small palm sized pendant, shaped from an orange flame jewel with a black slit running down the centre. The ranat squeaked a quick prayer, then squeezed the trigger.Cones of green alchemical flame erupted from the rocket's thrusters as it slowly took off into the air, belching sickly green clouds of radioactive particulate and toxic fumes bleeding from its exhaust, rising up towards the domed ceiling protecting Dragho from the elements outside. Onlookers pointed and stared in horror, some running for whatever expectation of cover they could find, while most just looked on as they were dumbstruck by their own fascination. However, before the missile reached the ceiling, an explosion erupted from its leftmost thruster, interrupting its ascent. A second explosion followed the first, and soon the rocket split in half as its fuel supply ignited and the remaining front section plummeted back down towards the ground. The rodent who had fired it sat and stared helplessly as all that flaming debris fell back down towards it, burying the hover-truck and its unfortunate driver in debris before the device finally detonated, erupting in a brilliant bloom of blinding green light.SSSSSSSHHHHHAAAAAA-BBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMM!!! In an instant, the carefully controlled atmosphere of the domed city of Dragho ignited in bright green conflagration of alchemical and sorcerous flame, immediately consuming everything in its path as it expanded to every corner of the enclosed space. Bith were vaporized in place, leaving dark death shadows on the ground as the only signs of their passing. Duracrete structures crumbled, collapsing in on themselves after their windows had blown out and their occupants were set aflame. The destruction stretched to the edges of the dome and strained against its containment, sending spiderweb cracks through massive durasteel beams, through which bled a ghastly green fire. From outside the dome appeared to first expand, before it finally exploded, the roof blown right off its top. The sheared off domed was launched skyward on a pillar of green flame, that for a fearful few seconds looked as though it might continue to expand, but eventually settled as a shockwave rippled out across the jungle in all directions. Not a single soul had survived the destruction of Dragho, not even the rodent responsible. A giant green mushroom cloud rose up for miles into the sky, visible from space as it scattered more radioactive material across an already contaminated landscape.In a tree several clicks outside the blast zone, an NJ2 Sith scout trooper in camouflaged coloured armour lowered their Avarik Armaments long rifle, then spoke into their helmet communicator. I'd say that IDBM test trial was a success. Too bad about the malfunction, but at least the target area was contained by the dome so its accuracy really didn't matter. Hopefully somebody passed that message along to the tinker rat of Clan Rustrot, who had been instrumental in constructing this rocket, along with its much larger cousin that was on its way to Dathomir for Operation Spider Holocaust. But that also wasn't Jake's concern. The scout dropped out of the tree onto his speeder, then streaked away into the depths of the jungle. |
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