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Post by Aysá on Mar 31, 2016 7:10:59 GMT -8
Aysa inhaled deeply as all but Ver’metus left the room. As he questioned her state she replied with a smile and a half shrug of the shoulders. She had never met an Anzati that she could recall but his comment about being more perceptive than was something she would certainly take on board. She needed to be more mindful and from now on she would be.
“Ghosts”
She glanced down at the panel in front of her and opened a secure, untraceable communications link to her companion on Kabaira. There was an inevitable delay in setting up link. She looked up to Ver’metus as she grabbed her purse and took out the lipstick from it and applied a fresh layer.
“I have to make this call but by all means take a seat. If it was private I’d have left.”
She said with a smile and gestured to the chair. She ran her fingers over her hair and adjusted the pendant around her neck as she waited for the connection to be made.
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Post by Belbe on Apr 1, 2016 15:30:55 GMT -8
Bringing the Wraith into the hanger aboard Stormro's flagship Belbe gently set the craft down, notifying Stormro of their arrival via her internal comm uplink as she made her way off of the sleek Nubian craft. Walking across the hanger floor, the replica droid made her way over to another ship which seemed entirely out of place within the meticulously maintained space; a battered looking old Barloz-class Medium Freighter. Walking lightly up the dented loading ramp into the ship's cavernous cargo hold, Belbe made her way over to one of the corners near where the bulkhead separated the hold from the forward part of the ship and pressed a series of concealed buttons built into one of the panels, causing the panel to slide away and reveal a large, empty smuggling compartment. Stepping into the hidden compartment, she then pressed another series of concealed buttons within the smuggling compartment which caused the external panel to slide into place before the back of the compartment slide away to reveal a concealed chamber within the unused superstructure of the ship. Stepping into the room, a thin smile crossed the replica droid's features as she took in the contents of the hidden space.
Stored within was a small armory of weapons, armor, clothing, and other equipment which was suitable for a variety of espionage and black ops missions. Walking over to the secured console as the freighter powered up and began lifting off, she sat down, turned on the armory's 3D printer, and began printing a new supply of ammunition for the solid shot weapons in the armory. While the printer produced fresh ammunition she began field stripping the firearms contained within the hidden armory as the battered seeming ship easily made its way out of the Unseen Eye towards the edge of the system and entered Hyperspace.
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Post by Ver'metus on Apr 2, 2016 12:07:53 GMT -8
*Ver'metus nods to her as he sits down, he was pretty pleased with himself. He had dropped quite the surprise on them, he had half expected the responses, he may not feel much, but he did draw some pleasure from the situation. He was a sith after all. He watched Aysa as everyone else seemed to clear out to do things, he knew that droids, much as he didn't like to use them, would do their jobs well enough that they weren't needed for that purpose.*
Ghosts?
*He didn't really know much about Aysa as she kept herself pretty closed up, unlike some others he knew. He tilted his head, curious if she would elaborate, but did not want to disrupt whatever message she was trying to send out either. He would be respectful that way. He had time to wait, at least until his apprentice returned with his ship.*
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Post by Zadea Ordo on Apr 2, 2016 12:11:23 GMT -8
*Zadea nods to Chel, she aggreed that they had a use, it did nothing to make her hate spending time in them any less though. She bites her lip softly as she closed her eyes a moment.*
They do.. and I've spent more then my fair share in them in the past.. doesn't mean I like them any more..
*She nods again as she starts to stand up, looking down at Chel. She smiles as pleasently as she could as she holds out a hand to help her up. Not that either were in their best shape.*
Well, it beats sitting in here.
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Post by Lord Ferinus Corsai on Apr 7, 2016 7:11:56 GMT -8
***Ferinus stopped in the doorway and sighed, but also smiled. He crossed in front of her and went immediately for the cabinet. He retrieved the decanter filled with amber liquid and poured himself a glass.***
“Not that the sight of you lounging on the sofa isn’t pleasing, but I sure as kriff didn’t summon you. Had I the ability to perform such a ritual….I would have done it long ago.”
***He looked at her for a long moment before taking a drink that downed the glass. He poured himself another.***
“Hell, had I the power to resurrect you, I would have done that…..I merely….I never knew that you had…"
***He took another long drink, exhaling bitterly and staring at his glass for a moment.***
“I could use someone else I trust on this ship. I’m afraid that list grows shorter and shorter. What we have the potential to build in this new galaxy….it’s all hinging on every one of us and I don’t even completely know a third of the people in that room.”
***Ferinus downed the second glass and poured a third.***
“But I must admit, I may be simply indulging a delusion that is just happening to take the form of my….friend.”
***He took another long drink. ***
“Perhaps you should simply get on with your mission like she did and like he did. You must be here to spell my imminent doom as well.”
*** She shook her head as she stood, she covered the short distance between them and placed her hand over the rim of the glass.***
"What I can tell you is that you don't need this."
***She curled the fingers of her other hand around his on the bottle and moved it away from him.***
"You will never find your answers at the bottom of this bottle."
***Ferinus felt her. He actually felt her fingers touching his as she moved the decanter away from him. That was impossible. She couldn’t be real. All of this was merely a lugubrious attack upon his own mind by forces he could not, at this moment, ascertain. But yet…..her feeling was there. He had felt it in the air before and at her touch just now. His onyx eyes narrowed as he stared at her, studied her. His next words were nearly hoarse. He almost whispered them.***
“Where are you? How are you doing this? Are you in the Void? Or somewhere else?”
***Ferinus' face snapped toward the door as Phantom walked in. His brother was coming in to check on him, it seemed. He could hardly blame him. After all, they all needed at least a moment to retreat and recharge before carrying out the first steps of their grand plan. Still....what did Ferinus feel? Apprehension? It wasn't....fear? He had no desire for Phantom to know what he was seeing, at least not yet. He knew he would converse on this with Phantom once he'd had a chance to fully analyze what this was and could approach this practically. After all, Phantom had enough on his own plate to sort through. Ferinus wanted his brother to sort as much as he could before dissecting the next problem.
Still, he wasn't comfortable lying to his brother either....
She looked up as the doors to Ferinus private chambers opened swiftly and Phantom strode in, his long cape floating on the air behind him. She said nothing, despite knowing that Ferinus was the only one that could see or feel her, and watched as her brother approached him. Her hand remained clasped around his and her image flickered slightly as Phantom put his hand on Ferinus' shoulder. She listened as the taller of the two men spoke, her glowing frame dwarfed by her brothers. She leaned into him.***
"If you're going to lie then it needs to be convincing. He's almost as good as you when it comes to seeing the truth."
**Ferinus laid the glass down on the counter and eyed Phantom evenly.**
"I see what you see, Phantom......the past as come back to haunt us."
**The Sith Lord shrugged off his suit jacket, threw his tie off and rolled up the sleeves to his forearms, taking out his Sith Sword and standing in front of his brother, his thumb delicately tracing the red-and-orange blade.**
"Makhai...."
**His onyx eyes flickered up to Phantom's.***
"I never consider it good news to hear of the passing of our old brothers and sisters."
**His eyes flickered to her ghostly image before he could stop them.**
"May they embrace the Eternal Shadows as they embraced their lives. On their feet. Unyielding."
**He took a slow swipe through the air, the blade glinting.**
"But Sarian....."
**He didn't suppress the growl.**
"And now his progeny stands before us once again. How poetic. How.....convenient. Him.....Aysa....Nel. I can't and won't be expected to take anyone's word for them. Until they have proven themselves, I will never stop watching them."
***The blade lowers to his side as his burning eyes stare into his brother's.***
"What we are planning....is most intriguing. Most exciting. I will be ready soon to get down to the planet's surface and examine it for myself. However....we haven't even taken a single step on this path and already unproven anomalies have been introduced."
***His grip tightened on the blade's hilt.***
"Perhaps I am simply too old, Phantom. I remember a time when a seat at the table was earned. Bloodshed was the great unifier and there was no question about anyone inside the circle."
***He raised the sword up and quickly sheathed it.***
"I know and trust our old brothers....yet I cannot help but wonder....if it came down to it....what and who would they sacrifice in order to protect their.....self-interests?"
***Ferinus stepped toward Phantom until his face was right across from his.***
"If any of them compromise this.....I will end their existences. Slowly. Starting with their minds. They will witness their darkest nightmares before they die."
***He sneered.***
"And then they will meet them."
***He cracked his knuckles, then his neck.***
"Of course, that has yet to be required. For now. Impulses cannot be acted upon without good reason, after all. Perhaps there is more that Aysa, Stormro and Ver'metus wish to show me. Until that time...."
**He let that sentence trail off without finishing it.**
"Also.....sending Ty down with Makhai? Perhaps that will be punishment enough for the lad."
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Post by Makhai Winters on Apr 9, 2016 4:17:35 GMT -8
*A swirling misty image begins to appear in the backdrop of Stormro’s meditation. At first, it is like a dstant dream blurry and without detail or definition. The image starts to swirl and a humanoid figure kneeling emerges within the haze of the meditation. A few more seconds pass, and it is clear that the figure is a human, average height and now bowing. Short spikey blond hair adorn the head. A few more seconds and the figure straightens up, but is still kneeling and it is clear that Makhai is the one in the image and he is looking at Stormro through the translucent vision. This however was not a dream, but something much deeper and darker. Makhai’s presence boomed as he enters into Stormro’s meditation, normally Emerald eyes held a tinge of glowing red behind them as they stare at Stormro pointedly and with deep intent.*
Lord Stormro, I have tried to break through to Ver’metus or Ferinus via flowwalking, but they are unreachable, and I am currently busy with Tyrana.
Urgent news must be passed along in order to avoid tragedy. Lord Ferinus’ creation has been discovered upon Telos IV. Someone stumbled upon Sarian’s work and now the entire lab and materials have fallen into the hands of someone who will ultimately bring it to the Ji'dai. Someone must get to Telos IV immediately and stop this or the entire plan is at stake.
*The sense of urgency was ever evident in Makhai’s flowwalking presence.*
Go, rouse from your meditation and do what you can to stop this catastrophe!
*With that the image of Makhai fades back into the haze and was gone leaving the feelings of the warning and the sense of urgency lingering in Stormro’s mind. It had taken great effort to break into Stormro’s mind, but his had been the only person Makhai knew who was presently receptive to the flowwalking presence.*
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Post by Lord Phantom Armageddon on Apr 9, 2016 14:12:39 GMT -8
His eyes scanned the room seeing nothing yet with an almost empty glass and the decanter on the table it was out of character for his brother. His marred face seemed to cast its own shadows the eye changing to a dull green looking for anything, heat signatures, cloaking, anything and yet there was nothing to be seen
Taking the decanter he took a deep swig, the amber liquid gurgled, air bubbles taking the place of the liquid and yet in his mind all he saw was gurgling blood from his enemies struggling to hold onto life. As his brother held and swung his blade he smiled, setting the decanter down with a dull resonant thud.
All in all Ferinus was right, there was a time when their kind had blood spilled to even get in the door and quite a substantial more blood to leave those same doors yet here they were with many variables.
I agree wholeheartedly, there was a time when blood, and the bonds forged by them kept all in check yet with the way the universe has changed in our absence we cannot have that luxury...yet
He turned, the massive diamond emblazoned on his cloak hiding slits to quickly draw weapons, that same diamond the last thing many saw before they fell. Raising his right arm, the wrist detached, fingers falling and recessing into slots and from his forearm and bicep, two lengths of steel connected and flipped out into a mid length vibroblade. He spoke without turning
The old guard falling is something I always knew would come but never could be ready for. Sarian and Si'at, I always had assumed they had smuggled themselves away to lead a life away from all of this and yet that youngling...the one I held when he came into this universe here now....
He paused and turned, his left hand grabbing at the pair of rings around his neck before tearing the chain off and tossing them to Ferinus
He stands with their rings as what, proof of his lineage or proof of him being the point of their demise?
Taking a few steps closer to his brother he pressed the blade into his own palm and let the drops fall freely, he stood shoulder to shoulder with his brother both of them facing opposite directions, his blood stained blade sparked as he seemed to hone the edge along the sith sword
Once we are established we will make and form our rules because as it is, there is no process, no plan, nothing. If we are to survive then we will make sure there is order and complacency and those who do not will meet these blades. There is no time to falter or waver here
The blade quickly and neatly folded back, his fingers locking into place and as he spun his wrist he rolled his neck cracking it and smoothed his shoulder-length hair back
We will get our answers soon enough about our fallen brother and sister, and as for that little one being sent with Ty...that is torture of my own design for them both. Either they survive and learn to work together, or they fail and are killed on assignment or by me on their return. We have no tolerances of weakness any longer and that includes myself and this...spawn of mine
Clicking his tongue and sighing
I felt a pull of humanity brother, something that was long drained and beaten from me and yet this ball of flesh and blood has sparked something within I cannot comprehend. It would be easier to spear the mother and child and let them serve as food to the native creatures below and yet...
He turned and quickly headed to the doorway, launching his right fist into the wall imprinting his knuckles into the steel, his shoulders low
I can deal with my psychosis, I can deal with annihilating anything in my path and above all else I can lay waste and raze entire compounds but do you know what I cannot deal with?
He turned, a look in his eyes that his brother had seen only once, fear? Dread? The aspect of the unknown was harrowing and was ravaging his psyche
His next words were bit out slowly, almost a whisper
I do not know what to do and it spears a paramount hole into my being.
Shaking his head he sighs and looks up to his brother
I should not trouble you with such things but it is gnawing me from the inside out, and right now we should be on the ground scouting the planet however this needed to be said before I snapped and killed one of the people in that room. Do you need anything before we set off?
Taking the decanter in hand he drained it quickly and gripped the neck of it, every gulp repressing thoughts and as it finished his fist clenched and broke the bottle the crystal shards clattering to the floor
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Aysá
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Post by Aysá on Apr 11, 2016 5:30:22 GMT -8
Aysa smiled at his question and shook her head in a “never mind” dismissal. She couldn’t quite get her head around what she had seen herself and she needed time to fully process the image of the man in front of her before she explained herself to anyone. She was just about to respond verbally to him when a male voice from the holo-projector snapped her attention.
M: “Battle braids! Someone clearly means business”
A smile lit up Aysa’s face. It had been a long time since she had heard Markus’ voice and it was a blessing to hear something so familiar in a setting that was so far removed from what she was used to. Markus Aedan was nearly 40, hansom with short light hair, dark eyes and tattoos covering his skin. He sat there, at Aysa’s desk, his white shirt unbuttoned at the top and his jacket slung over the back of her chair. Behind him, though the large glass window, the dark green landscape of Kabaira was obscured by the raindrops that fell from the sky.
A: “Don’t I always? You’re not spending all my money, I hope?”
She said with a playful smile. He was one of the very few people that she trusted with her fortune and her life. He had been there at her lowest and the two of them vowed amid the ash that they would rise together. Markus’ rich laugh erupted from the projection.
M: “You can’t be serious, right? There’s nothing to buy here. It’s awful. How did you ever live here?”
Aysa chuckled and shrugged her shoulders.
M: “But no, I’m not. We’ve got eyes and ears where we need them; business is making a comfortable profit while we remain nearly invisible. Clients are happy, I’m happy and with any luck you’ll be happy too. Speaking of happy, was Lord Phantom happy with our latest transaction?”
Aysa nodded and pressed a few buttons on the data pad.
A: “Mmm hmm. I’ve seen a few of the early sales numbers and they’re up on the last outing despite current market conditions. Phantom got a pretty return which put a smile on his face. Shipment has been split as per our usual arrangement. Two thirds to you with the remaining third into storage. We made him money, we got our payment, everyone was happy. Speaking of happy how is my beloved husband?”
Markus ‘image crackled in front of them as he laughed.
M: “He’s breathing. A little mad but breathing none the less.”
Aysa smiled.
A: “Just a little? I need to up my game.”
M: “He’d be more than a little if you were here. When are you coming home?”
A: “I’ll be detained for the foreseeable future, which is the reason for calling.”
M: “And here’s me thinking that you were just missing my devilish good looks.”
A: “Well there was that but I’m being serious. I’ll be staying here for a while, there’s some business that I need to look after but that doesn’t mean I’m letting you off the hook. The structure of our current arrangements will change, not enough to significantly impact operations but they will change. Lord Phantom will no longer be a client of ours; that arrangement has been terminated with immediate effect, so you’ll need to work hard to make up the losses in other areas.”
Markus looked confused.
M: “But you just said he was happy. If he was happy why has he broken the terms of the contract?”
Aysa’s eyes narrowed and her tone became serious.
A: “How, why or who terminated the agreement is not a concern, just note that it’s no longer in place. Clear?”
Markus nodded and sat up straight. He knew that once Aysa had switched her tone playtime was done.
M: “Underststood. Is there anything else?”
A: “You may well be freed from hell sooner than you think.”
With that Aysa cut the transmission.
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Post by Chel Garderly on Apr 12, 2016 19:49:57 GMT -8
*Zadea nods to Chel, she aggreed that they had a use, it did nothing to make her hate spending time in them any less though. She bites her lip softly as she closed her eyes a moment.*They do.. and I've spent more then my fair share in them in the past.. doesn't mean I like them any more.. *She nods again as she starts to stand up, looking down at Chel. She smiles as pleasently as she could as she holds out a hand to help her up. Not that either were in their best shape.*Well, it beats sitting in here. Come my friend, the first one is on me yes? With a smile she walked through the door and waited for Zadea in the hallway |
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Post by Zadea Ordo on Apr 15, 2016 17:18:03 GMT -8
*Zadea looked up at Chel as she stands, surprised to be called the woman's friend, they'd hardly seen much of each other, being that Zadea spent most of her time on Dathomir with the Nightsisters, until Sabine and her friend came along and turned on her. She'd been betrayed by her sisters. She left and ended up working for Ver'metus. Only to find her self waking up in a cryotube. She withdrew further inward the more the word reverberated through her thoughts.*
I will not say no to a drink.
*Even her voice sounded distant as thoughts of past betrayals started to consume her thoughts, she shakes her head gently and closed her eyes for a moment. She could feel her anger boiling in her skin. The faint outlines of the tattoos that had flashed before were again there. She takes a deep breath and let it out slow. She opens her eyes and the markings faded again. She smiles at Chel as warmly as she could muster.*
We will see who is still there to talk to maybe, learn whats going on.
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Post by Ver'metus on Apr 15, 2016 17:23:41 GMT -8
*Ver sat through Aysa's communication quietly not wanting to interrupt. He didn't know what exactly Aysa was part of, but it did shed a little light on her. She looked very much like she knew what she was doing. In the venture they were about to begin that was good. They needed more then just the powers of the Sith to forge their way. He liked the way things were going so far, he knew he had given Ferinus and Phantom each curve balls, ones they hadn't expected. They would figure it all out, he knew they would, but he could not deny that he took enjoyment out of their reactions. Something he hadn't done much of lately.
He looks up at Aysa as she cut the transmission.*
Buisness as usual?
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Post by Stevan Stormro on Apr 23, 2016 11:15:49 GMT -8
*A swirling misty image begins to appear in the backdrop of Stormro’s meditation. At first, it is like a dstant dream blurry and without detail or definition. The image starts to swirl and a humanoid figure kneeling emerges within the haze of the meditation. A few more seconds pass, and it is clear that the figure is a human, average height and now bowing. Short spikey blond hair adorn the head. A few more seconds and the figure straightens up, but is still kneeling and it is clear that Makhai is the one in the image and he is looking at Stormro through the translucent vision. This however was not a dream, but something much deeper and darker. Makhai’s presence boomed as he enters into Stormro’s meditation, normally Emerald eyes held a tinge of glowing red behind them as they stare at Stormro pointedly and with deep intent.* Lord Stormro, I have tried to break through to Ver’metus or Ferinus via flowwalking, but they are unreachable, and I am currently busy with Tyrana. Urgent news must be passed along in order to avoid tragedy. Lord Ferinus’ creation has been discovered upon Telos IV. Someone stumbled upon Sarian’s work and now the entire lab and materials have fallen into the hands of someone who will ultimately bring it to the Ji'dai. Someone must get to Telos IV immediately and stop this or the entire plan is at stake. *The sense of urgency was ever evident in Makhai’s flowwalking presence.* Go, rouse from your meditation and do what you can to stop this catastrophe! *With that the image of Makhai fades back into the haze and was gone leaving the feelings of the warning and the sense of urgency lingering in Stormro’s mind. It had taken great effort to break into Stormro’s mind, but his had been the only person Makhai knew who was presently receptive to the flowwalking presence.*
Sighing internally as the vision faded, Stormro oddly enough did not move nor even show any sign of visible reaction to the warning. However, in his mind, neurons fired rapidly as his organic brain interfaced with his integrated cybernetics to translate the vision into a video recording before attaching it to a message which was then sent via his integrated communications array to Ferinus and Ver'metus with the appropriate flags to mark it as being of the highest priority. "My apologies for disturbing you Brothers, but it would seem as if Makhai has discovered a threat to our anonymity or so he claims. As he details in the attached video file, someone has purportedly discovered Sarian's work on Telos IV and he requested that an agent be sent to...resolve the situation..." With the message relayed, Stormro turned his attention back to his apprentice as she spoke, listening quietly with an amused smile."My opinion on them, Master?" There was a slight amount of hesitation, but not out of fear of him, per se. It was more hesitation out of being overheard by the ones she was about to criticize. Would that still result in more punishment to come? The thought didn't cross her mind, really, but she still glanced back over her shoulder, as if to confirm that yes, they were the only ones there. "Phantom is a loose cannon with far too much power then I feel comfortable having in a mad man's clutches. Tyrana is flaky at best; she wasn't there long enough for me to get a comfortable gauge on, unfortunately. Aysa... Well, I like her and she could make a good ally if thinking logically. I at the very least feel comfortable around her. She's strong, has an intelligent mind to back up her pretty looks, and I think I can learn a lot from her, Master." She ran a hand through the lower portion of her hair as she tried to get her thoughts together. Her mind was reeling as she thought this through. If she spoke too quickly, she would stumble and make a fool of herself. She carefully sat on her own knees next to her Master, "Ver'metus... He... something is off about him, but he could make a potentially potent ally as well. He seems to have some amount of brain to back up his proverbial brawn." "As for Ferinus, he needs not to be judging before he even knows all of the facts. He seems in league with Phantom, so we need to watch him. He is his own person, but we cannot be too cautious... And I want to beat the newcomer - Makhai, I believe his name was? - into a pulp and take him down a peg or two, but any attempt at this moment to do so would result in my own defeat rather then teaching the fool anything." Was she missing anything? Her eyes shifted to the mind ahead of her as she flipped her hair over her shoulder again, her eyes on her Master to try and read his expression. "I feel..." What exactly was she feeling? Nel stopped in her mental tracks, her brows furrowing together and her head lowering some, her gaze down and to the left as she considered. Her stomach was knotted, and a tightness gathered in her shoulders. Her skin prickled into bumps. She swallowed discreetly at the look in his eyes. She felt intimidated, that was for sure! "I... I don't know for certain what I feel, Master. Apprehensive... fearful... Worried. I believe that is the most forefront emotion right now. I... This is a lot to take in, and I fear we might not be in the best position to make any sort of grandiose moves like some of the others are keen on. Especially with Makhai in our midst now. He's truly an idiot. But... I also feel intimidated by these powerful people. They are bright flames of lit candles and I am a barely sputtering, gasping flicker." The woman stopped talking for a breath, and to wait for her Master's reaction. If he wanted her to, she would elaborate more, but she wanted to see if her thoughts were well founded or if she needed to step back and re-evaluate what she was thinking."Those are all excellent observations Nel; Phantom and Tyrana are both volatile loose cannons, especially the latter of the two, and Phantom has allowed himself to be as much of a victim of the Jedi's dogma as our ancient predecessors were. He is useful only as a weapon to be unleashed, although his experience with large scale, industrial ventures may compensate for his failings somewhat. Aysa is one to watch, and I would advise learning anything you can from her. There is far more to her than meets the eye, but I would be far more inclined to trust her judgement than I would that of the others. Ver'metus, on the other hand, is a curious entity; he is an Anzati; an ancient, race of predators who prey on the sentients around them. While he is strong and has not allowed himself to be fully victimized by the Jedi his kind is prone to fits of...megalomania as they progress in age. Be mindful of him, and do not let your guard down lest you risk becoming his prey should his race's weakness overpower him. Ferinus is a truly tragic example of the lasting oppression of the ancient Jedi; much like Phantom he has allowed himself to be consumed by his anger towards the Jedi and thus has willingly become a victim of their ancient intolerance. Unlike Phantom, however, Ferinus is an immeasurably gifted intellectual and alchemist. Much of what I know of the ancient Sith arts was learned from him, and there are few in the galaxy who could stand beside him as equals in the laboratory. There is much that he could have accomplished were he not consumed by his hatred of the Jedi; the echoes of shatterpoints ripple about him in droves, the ethereal shadows of lost opportunities and wasted efforts drift about him like so much flotsam. Learn whatever he will teach you, but always be aware of his crucial failing and do not allow your gifts to be wasted on pointless vendettas." "As for Makhai..." Stormro drifted off for a moment, his mind drifting to memories of an old friend and comrade who had stood at his side through countless storms. If Sarian truly had fallen at the hands of his own son the Lord of Deception could only hope for Makhai's sake that there had been a suitable reason for the act of patricide and that he had not been merely goaded into the act by Ver'metus as a part of his training. "...we shall have to wait and see what becomes of him. I am...unimpressed thus far by Ver'metus' tutilage, but Makhai is the son of a great Sith Lord whose legacy I would have expected more of. Like Tyrana he is young and impetuous; they will be the closest things you have to rivals, although I doubt that you will have much to fear from either of them. While they are both strong and have been raised amongst the Sith since a young age their training is built upon flawed foundations. In time you shall surpass them both; until then bide your time patiently and learn everything that you can. Despite what many will say being Sith is not a mere race to power; your greatest strength is your perseverance, and with it you shall become greater than them all if only you remain dedicated to bettering yourself." Smiling warmly as he opened his eyes and glanced in her direction, he continued as the conversation shifted to her emotions. "All of your emotions are perfectly valid; there are many amongst our order who would claim that such fear and apprehension is a weakness and that true Sith do not know such emotions. They are fools who have been corrupted by the millenia old conflict between the Jedi and our predecessors, twisted so as to serve as weapons against an ancient foe. I would ask what difference there is between the Jedi who would deny their anger and the Sith who would deny their fear? All emotions are natural, and to deny them is to deny an aspect of yourself. We all know such fear; I have experienced death itself multiple times and even now the thought of that cold embrace unsettles me. No, what makes a great Sith is not the denial of such emotion, but the harnessing of it. Embrace your emotions; let each and every one sing within your soul like the clarion call of a songbird, but do not allow them to rule you. It is what you do with your emotions that defines you; if you deny them then you are no better than the Jedi, but if you allow yourself to be consumed by them then you are worse..." The final sentence was spoken with a barely concealed tone of disdain. |
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Nel Bukk
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Post by Nel Bukk on Apr 26, 2016 12:55:39 GMT -8
Nel listened quietly, her attention on her teacher as she took in what the older man said. It... it was a lot to take in, honestly, but she was trying. Learning more about the others helped pieces connect more and she nodded at his reveal about Ferinus. Seemed Ferinus may have had more to teach her then she had originally credited him with, but he still unsettled her. Why though, she couldn't quite put her finger on. As the topic moved on to Makhai, her eyes narrowed some in annoyance. The impetuousness of youth. She was even beholden to that, unfortunately. It was what had led to her outburst at the table earlier, and that reminder eased her annoyance, at least a degree. She still disliked him, but Makhai's first impression with her had not been a good one. Nel dared not point out that her own foundation was flawed, for she had started as a Jedi, but the man had a point regardless. She needed to be patient, if nothing else. Learn and bide her time, like a plant absorbed sunlight to grow.
And then the topic came to her emotions, and she steeled herself, expecting to be put in line... but... It didn't come. He embraced what she had said, and it left her momentarily confused, especially that warm smile. Why was he smiling, and should she be worried? Nel did want to point out that she technically was not a true Sith yet, but again she held her tongue, merely listening still. She shuddered at the idea of emotions taking her over. Only once had it happened and she had been scolded for it. The shame had overridden any strength gained from it and she had cast it aside to be forgotten. Still though, the emotions and memory prodded at her, wanting to be remembered, but she did her best to ignore it. "I certainly will do my best, Master. But even still, even a babe stumbles with the first few steps they take, correct?"
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Post by Lord Ferinus Corsai on Apr 29, 2016 16:50:25 GMT -8
***Ferinus' onyx eyes never wavered from the changing irises of his brother's as he spoke. It was bracing to hear his words. Phantom's grasp of recent events helped take him outside of his own head and his own thoughts. It was something the Sith Lord appreciated.
But it wasn't long before her voice permeated his thoughts again. She looked at their drawn weapons then back to Ferinus. Her brow furrowed as she shook her head.***
"You were never this paranoid, either of you. Time has changed both of you and not for the better.”
***She took a step closer to him and placed her hand over his on the hilt of his blade. She lowered it slightly and continued.***
“Every single person in that room is worthy of your trust. Do you honestly think they would be sat there with you, ready to commit to this cause if they weren’t? See through the lie, Ferinus. You’re intelligent beyond anything you dare dream. Use your head before you use this.”
***She shook his hand causing the blade to shift in his grip. Her image flickered once more as Phantom’s hand passed through her body and snatched the decanter from the table. She looked on disapprovingly its contents were drained dry and the container smashed in his tightening grip.***
“Do not become like our brother. Yes we are all twisted in our own right, but Phantom, as much as I love him, he is something else. Impulsive, harsh. You were the rational one, the logical one.”
***She released his hand and cupped his cheek. The cold of her ethereal form flooded his body as she stared into the darkness of his eyes. Her voice was firm and honest.***
"See through the lies Ferinus; the ones that others create and your own."
***Ferinus was silent until his brother had finished talking.....and putting an indentation into the wall. His power could not be denied.....but at the moment, it was moments away from becoming unhinged. Ferinus could hardly blame this. His eyes turned back to hers, staring into them, unblinking. Her words carried weight in his mind and heart, much as they always had, but could he truly believe them? The Sith Lord could not ascertain what any of his old brothers were saying of him behind his back.
But....perhaps....he didn't need to.
For now.***
"Phantom....I believe answers will be found."
**He clutched the chain of rings Phantom had tossed and looked up into her face. He purposefully reached through her and placed the chain on the counter, letting the rings rest. His eyes never left hers in this moment.**
"Answers can and will be attained....one way or another. In the meantime, observation is key. Reaction will only be required if undesirable actions are performed...after all."
***He finally wrested his eyes from hers. Even though he found he could stare into them for a far, far longer time, Phantom needed his aid at the moment. He didn't walk away from her yet, just turned to his brother near the door.***
"I cannot and will not presume anything of you, brother. After all, that would be most hypocritical of me. I know you remember my own stab at progeny. Decades ago. I let a woman alter my mind. I allowed her to change my priorities and draw me away from the path of the Sith to thoughts of....lineage. Legacy. Thought of....."
**He hissed the word.***
"Fatherhood."
***This time, he walked toward Phantom, knowing she was always in his periphery. Hell, it seemed she was floating alongside him wherever he walked. He stood squarely in front of Phantom and spoke.***
"Therefore, I will merely advise you. A tidal wave of change is bearing down over your head. You must spit into the tide. Let it crash over you and stand unmoved. You now have two options thrust upon you, my very old friend, and whatever you decide, it must be most decidedly your own action and must be owned as such."
***Ferinus held up one finger.***
"Option 1: I stop wasting your medical supplies on Chel. You break her legs. You break her arms. You drag her screaming by her hair down the hall, throw her out the airlock and be rid of this phase of your life once and for all."
***Ferinus extended the second finger.***
"Option 2: Chel is a formidable woman. A great asset and agent to our cause now that that.....thing....is outside of her. You allow this little one to existence solely on your terms as part of your jurisdiction. You judge it as it lies before you, helpless. If you sense power and potential....as I believe I have, even now.....then you train it to become your greatest apprentice in the history of your existence. You form it into a weapon for you. That thing is not a person, it is a raw blade without a whetstone. You beat it until it is an extension of your power that will strike long after you are gone."
***Ferinus touched his chin to his thumb and forefinger, in thought.***
"But that will require special....conditioning. It will require extensive and...."
**He sneered.***
"Specific teaching."
***He slapped a bracing hand on Phantom's shoulder.***
"Then the thing can never be a weakness to you. It is merely another weapon in your arsenal. We all lose weapons from time to time. And what do we do after that? Build a better one and forget the old one. It will be a tightrope that you will walk for years to stop that weakness from welling up inside you. You must never give it quarter and never allow to Chel to do so either. However, I have faith you can do it."
***Ferinus snapped his eyes down and Stormro's message as it pinged on his wrist comm. He nodded once and turned to Phantom.***
"I"m ready right now....and it appears Stormro needs us."
**Ferinus turned and lashed out his palm, his metal trunk levitating.**
"I have my equipment and I always enjoy when you take me places. Anything's better than a sinking temple, eh?"
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Post by Lord Phantom Armageddon on Apr 30, 2016 15:22:09 GMT -8
Feeling the weight of his brother's hand on his shoulder he sighed. He was by no means calm nor collected but that was nothing new. His people were known in their prowess in battle, in warfare and he was no different. Being forged in hatred as young as he was, being hammered over and over in the crucible his former master called home. Leadership for him was achieving a goal no matter the cost and yet here he was, sound and logical advice from one that he considered his own blood.
Taking a deep inhale he stood upright and turned, exhaling through his nostrils, the voracious hunger seeming to dissipate from his eyes and he clapped his brother on the shoulder nodding
You are correct, I let all of this take hold of my being. I am having to actively stay in control of my mental state, this...whatever it is is eating away at my sanity and once we are set up and you have a lab, I need you to delve into my mind and do something. If this psychosis continues and I loose control, I don't know what the outcome will be so the quicker we set up and begin, the faster you can save me from myself.
His eyes flicked to the movement of the trunk and he swept his hand through his white hair calling Wraith
Wraith, have my ship prepared to go to the surface, weapons, rations and droids. I want all the uplinks routed through here from the scouting droids and I want all the feeds synced in live time. If I signal for aid, send everything we have. I will not have any risks here.
There was a momentary pause before an affirmative was given.
Come then brother, we have work to do
Turning on his heel, he headed down the hall and quickly to the lift where his brother and accompanying trunk followed and were whisked to the hanger bay. A Tie Lander was being loaded and prepared. 20 BX Droid Commandos made their way inside strapping in and then shutting down. They were being charged, updated with information and their weapons as well as weapons in storage were also being charged as well.
He turned to Ferinus and gestured
If you want to load your trunk on your own you are more than welcome otherwise the droids can but otherwise we should be underway as soon as you are ready.
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Post by Chel Garderly on May 12, 2016 16:37:26 GMT -8
*Zadea looked up at Chel as she stands, surprised to be called the woman's friend, they'd hardly seen much of each other, being that Zadea spent most of her time on Dathomir with the Nightsisters, until Sabine and her friend came along and turned on her. She'd been betrayed by her sisters. She left and ended up working for Ver'metus. Only to find her self waking up in a cryotube. She withdrew further inward the more the word reverberated through her thoughts.*I will not say no to a drink. *Even her voice sounded distant as thoughts of past betrayals started to consume her thoughts, she shakes her head gently and closed her eyes for a moment. She could feel her anger boiling in her skin. The faint outlines of the tattoos that had flashed before were again there. She takes a deep breath and let it out slow. She opens her eyes and the markings faded again. She smiles at Chel as warmly as she could muster.*We will see who is still there to talk to maybe, learn whats going on. Yes, it would be nice to know what is happening... She pondered for a moment before reaching for Ci'anne and taking her gently from the woman walking next to her. Perhaps it would be best if I took the child upon meeting others... I would not want to endanger you by association. Her smile was warm but it did not quite reach her eyes |
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Post by Zadea Ordo on May 12, 2016 17:26:30 GMT -8
*Zadea shifts her arms and does what she can to make it easier to scoop the child from her arms. She looks at Chel sidelong and frowns.*
I could handle myself..
*Zadea opens the conference room door, keeping it open for Chel to walk through, then enters the room herself, she immediately without even first acknowledging the rooms occupants, moves straight to the alcohol. She scans quickly through the bottles to find what she wanted, Tihaar, as she figured Phantom had some, likely because she'd been around alot in the past. She offers a glass to anyone who wanted it, if none said yes, she would take the bottle to herself and drink straight from it.*
Don't judge. Spend as long as I have in Med bays the past while... You'd do the same. Accursed, Ungodly, Nightmare room.
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Post by Ver'metus on May 12, 2016 17:41:51 GMT -8
*Ver'metus nods at Zadea and Chel as they entered, he watched the Echani head straight for alcohol which was not surprising to him, she would likely want alot of it before she was finished.*
I know of you hatred of the places Zadea.
*He looks to Chel and frowns, he had not been introduced to the woman before. He nods his head respectfully at her and noticed the child. He hadn't been introduced, but emotions from otherweres on the ship were very out there, many things were easily picked up. He assumed this was what was all the hubub. He speaks softly.*
Welcome.
Ver'metus frowns as he thinks more about it. He closed his eyes a moment, Telos... Telos. He finally opens up a comm to respond to Stormro.*
"Stormro, if what I think it is, We should divert Makhai there. He's closer then we are. Wheather Makhai's right on who or why they are there or not, knowing where those works are is better for us then not."
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Post by Aysá on May 18, 2016 5:44:54 GMT -8
Aysá watched as the two women and the little girl entered the Conference room chattering between themselves. Given the way Ver’metus reacted to their presence it was clear that he knew them, but unlike him she did not verbally acknowledge them. She eyed them as the blood ran cold through her veins. Quickly she turned her attention back to the map that floated in front of them, the fragments of the planet rippling with electromagnetic energy before Aysá switched the display off. She had no idea who these women were or if they could be trusted. Either way she wasn’t prepared to take that chance
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Stevan Stormro
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Post by Stevan Stormro on Jun 28, 2016 17:24:31 GMT -8
Nel listened quietly, her attention on her teacher as she took in what the older man said. It... it was a lot to take in, honestly, but she was trying. Learning more about the others helped pieces connect more and she nodded at his reveal about Ferinus. Seemed Ferinus may have had more to teach her then she had originally credited him with, but he still unsettled her. Why though, she couldn't quite put her finger on. As the topic moved on to Makhai, her eyes narrowed some in annoyance. The impetuousness of youth. She was even beholden to that, unfortunately. It was what had led to her outburst at the table earlier, and that reminder eased her annoyance, at least a degree. She still disliked him, but Makhai's first impression with her had not been a good one. Nel dared not point out that her own foundation was flawed, for she had started as a Jedi, but the man had a point regardless. She needed to be patient, if nothing else. Learn and bide her time, like a plant absorbed sunlight to grow.
And then the topic came to her emotions, and she steeled herself, expecting to be put in line... but... It didn't come. He embraced what she had said, and it left her momentarily confused, especially that warm smile. Why was he smiling, and should she be worried? Nel did want to point out that she technically was not a true Sith yet, but again she held her tongue, merely listening still. She shuddered at the idea of emotions taking her over. Only once had it happened and she had been scolded for it. The shame had overridden any strength gained from it and she had cast it aside to be forgotten. Still though, the emotions and memory prodded at her, wanting to be remembered, but she did her best to ignore it. "I certainly will do my best, Master. But even still, even a babe stumbles with the first few steps they take, correct?" "Indeed they do, and I expect many such missteps on our journey together which shall be punished accordingly. Know this, however; I shall never punish you unjustly, nor shall you ever need to fear for your life. In return, I expect that you will listen to all that I teach you with an open, critical mind and obey when I make it clear that your subservience is required. As I said before, I have little interest in a servant but you are a newcomer to the shadows and there are dangers which you cannot predict that must be guarded against. You are always free, however, to voice your thoughts and questions, even if it is only in the privacy of our minds. In fact, I expect that you will not only have such questions but that you will voice them so that I may better teach you. Now, time is short and I must attend to some of my other projects before we disembark for the surface of this ancient, forgotten world. Walk with me..." Making his way out of the elegant craft and out of the cramped hanger, Stormro led Nel through a series of tight, almost claustrophobic corridors into the bowels of the aged warship, the journey taking on an almost uncanny feel as it became clear that there seemed to be very little in the way of crew aboard the vessel, with what few entities they did encounter taking the form of sleek, humanoid droids. After what must have seemed like an endless expanse of dimly lit, abandoned hallways and lifts they emerged into a surprisingly well-lit, open space.Lining one of the walls were a series of large, liquid-filled tanks, easily large enough to hold nearly any sentient race in the galaxy. A few were recognizable as medical-grade bacta tanks, while the purpose of the rest remained less clear. Two of the unknown tanks were occupied, the first by what appeared to be a nearly fully formed woman. While the woman possessed all of her appendages she lacked hair as well as most of her epidural layer, revealing the forming layers of what resembled musculature and tissue on the parts of her body not yet covered by light pink skin. Most eerily, however, was her current lack of eyelids, leaving her blue eyes completely exposed in an unsettlingly absent stare. In the tank next to the pink-skinned woman floated an unidentifiable mass of growing tissue and chitin which seemed to have formed around some sort of suspended mechanical components, as evidenced by the still exposed elements in the partially formed head. Both tanks bore consoles which displayed a dizzying array of highly technical information. The rest of the space contained a wide variety of scientific devices and clinical apparatus, all housed within the incredibly sterile, clinical feeling facility concealed within the aging warship. Making his way over to the console attached to the pink-skinned woman's tank, Stormro began scanning over the display as he typed at a furious pace, his eyes glued to the machinery even as he spoke. "Welcome to my laboratory Nel. This is where many of my greatest creations have been born, or at the very least those which rely solely on the powers of more...conventional sciences. It also serves as an auxiliary medical facility of sorts, should I require it to. Much of the experiments and equipment contained within this room shall be relocated to a new facility within our new home once it is established, but none the less I must check on their progress in person before we visit the surface..." He trailed off for a moment as pseudo-silence filled the room, the only sounds being that of his fingers tapping against the surface of the touchscreen keyboard and the soft whirring of machinery as some sort of device worked on the other side of the lab. After the seemingly long pause, however, he spoke again with a soft, amused tone. "I am curious what your thoughts are regarding my projects; I suspect that you do not fully understand the significance of what these tanks contain..." |
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