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Post by Darth Malvus on Feb 18, 2016 21:03:51 GMT -8
As Valstrol introduced Vallen, Vallen took the time to analyze each of the individuals that stood nearby. He didn't recognize any one of them. Vurkur was a babe the last time that Vallen was in the same system as he. Vallen did not let Valstrol's boasts about his reputation fuel his ego; he knew what his past was, he knew what his abilities were; they were simple truths. Vallen turned to the man that Valstrol introduced as Zuka Tarkin. He did not raise his hand in an attempt to make a greeting. Instead, there was a high-pitched whine that emitted from his helmet, as his sensors scanned the man. Vallen did not trust anyone, much less anyone that he just met, supposed family or not. Vallen turned back to Valstrol.I did not say that I was joining your band of warriors, Valstrol. From behind his helmet, Vallen's face dropped into a scowl. |
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Post by Darth Forente on Feb 19, 2016 19:09:37 GMT -8
Vallen stared at his mother's husband. He was the exact juxtaposition of himself. Vallen went through great lengths to purify his genes of any Sith bloodlines, while Valstrol remolded himself into one entirely. Vallen had separated himself from the trappings of the Sith to achieve power outside of the failing organizations he was a part of, while Valstrol remained in the thick of things to achieve power in his own way. Vallen reached up to his helmet and unlatched it. With a slight tug, he pulled it from his head. Valstrol had not seen his face since he left; he most likely did not know of Vallen's purification, nor the side effects it left: blindness and an insatiable hunger for the strong emotions of others; terror, sorrow, rage, all of which Vallen sustained himself upon.
As Vallen tugged off the helm, long, pure white hair spilled out from its guarded depths. The hair fell down around the man's shoulders. When the helmet cleared Vallen's face, two golden orbs peered out from his eye sockets. Bionics. The pierced into Valstrol's strong facade with knowing glare. I come on the rumors of my mother's existence. I have roamed the outer reaches of space, searching for my own identity, for years. I discovered my true self and my roots. I learned my roots were married to you and that she appeared from her extended absence. Vallen tucked his helmet under his left arm and pointed at the Sith with his right. She was with you, step-father. That is what the rumors said. So, what say you of her existence? Where is Lady San Zabar, the true leader of the Ronove Order?
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Post by Darth Malvus on Feb 19, 2016 19:31:41 GMT -8
Malvus remained unphased as Vallen pointed his right finger at him. The Sith Lord would listen to the words of his stepson for a moment before closing his eyes for awhile. The Lord Regent pondered upon the last encounter with San Zabar, at a time when he was still regaining his own power. His memory brought back vivid images of Ambria, the Ronove's academy, the villa... the sight of his teenage offspring... and then nothing. The last bit of that memory was within a meditation chamber before all went black.
Slowly, the Sith's eyelids opened as he gazed firmly at the bionic eyes of Vallen.
She appeared on Ambria, Vallen. I sensed her presence immediately when it came into existence on that world, the homeworld of the Ronove Order. Yet it was a minor encounter, my son... I saw your half-brother and sister as young teenagers, the sight of the Ronove academy and its former glory. Words were exchanged, memories reminiscence, and discussions made.
Malvus then turned his gaze below to the texts that rested upon his desk. They had become his passion since the departure of his beloved and faithful wife, the Lady San Zabar. The Empress he had needed, the wife he had so desired... she was gone once more. The Sith then slowly looked up to gaze at Vallen.
Then... there was darkness. When I awoke, I saw my children, piloting my ship, as it was outbound from Ambria. Your mother's presence seemingly nonexistent despite knowing she was there, alive as you are standing before me. Since that day, Vallen, she has not appeared. Either she is gone or does not wish to be found. Whatever the reason, I do not know it.
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Post by Darth Forente on Feb 20, 2016 17:03:32 GMT -8
She was alive. She was alive. That was all he could think. His mother as alive. For years, Vallen spent his life in the Outer Rim, suffering from amnesia. He pulled odd jobs as a mercenary and bounty hunter, until he recovered some of his memories. They were centered around his mother, mainly her love for her eldest son. He remembered her on Ambria and with a man named Valstrol. The he learned of Valstrol's work on Aargau and came in search of him and Lady San. When Vallen discovered that she was not with him, he left again. He heard rumors that Valstrol had met with his mother of Eriadu, so he came in search of her once again. Thus, was the reason why he was here.
But, she was not.
Valstrol was the best chance that Vallen had at finding his mother again. Through their unified efforts and a concentration of her loved ones, the statical chance of her returning to them increases. So, she's not here. And you have no idea of where she is or went. We have no information about her at all. Vallen began to shake. He snarled and slammed his helmet back down on his head. It forced air into hte helmet as it quickly pressurized.
Vallen was forced to make a decision. It may not be the best decision he could have made, but it was the only one available. I am forced to worked with you, Valstrol. But, it will be on specific terms. Not to be discussed in mixed company. Vallen was reference anyone who was not himself or Valstrol. He was secretive in everything he did. How else would he have became the greatest assassin in the Ronove Order; the Wolf of the Ronove?
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Post by Darth Malvus on Feb 20, 2016 19:14:03 GMT -8
The Sith would lsiten to the words of his stepson for a moment before glancing around the room for a moment, eyeing Vurkar, Luxeria, Flvin and Zuka as the mixed company that Vallen spoke of. Whatever the reason, the Wolf of the Ronove wanted secrecy with this particular discussion involving their family. Malvus gives the others one more look before speaking calmly.
All of you... leave us.
The command was simple and direct; no one could disobey the Lord Regent's word for it was not only the law of the One Sith, but the law of Eriadu and the Hegemony's territories. His eyes glanced once more at Vurkar who nodded silently before patting Luxeria on the shoulder; an indication that she should follow him out. Once the room was voided of all others, save Vallen and Malvus, the Sith would turn to his stepson, deciding to remain seated for now. He lightly taps his gloved fingers upon the table before him before the Lord Regent spoke.
You, besides Zuka, are the only ones who still call me Valstrol... Flvin, Luxeria and Vurkar know me by my new name, Darth Malvus. Yet I see no need to correct you, Vallen, as you are your own man and do not need my meddling. Now, what are these specific terms of yours and make them quick.
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Post by Luxeria on Feb 20, 2016 21:04:27 GMT -8
As the discussions continued on, no longer involving the original three who were summoned, Luxeria made sure to keep her focus upon them, listening and taking in every detail she could. She had learned even before she realized she possessed the power of the Force that it paid to be observant. It helped in one's desire to seduce and control.
As Vallen's helmet was removed, her attention focused upon him from the corner of her eyes, the biggest things to note was his hair and eyes. Ultimately, the look of his hair told her nothing, but his eyes were a different story. Their appearance wasn't natural, which suggested bionics most likely. Outside of that, she could detect little to nothing about him other than his secrecy.
It was in this her irritation was flared up again. Once again, they, including Zuka this time around, were considered the mixed company, people who weren't to be trusted, or people who didn't matter. She couldn't explain the origins of this feeling, but whether through rejection or being viewed as worthless and cast out by such standards was the biggest source of her anger. It was only because she knew it wasn't a smart choice to let that anger out randomly and around those she didn't know that she kept it bottled up and worked to make it no more than an irritation. The power of those around her were well above her own, which would only spell disaster for her.
She took a breath as Mavlus dismissed them. She had to wonder if he had more to say originally, but was cut short by the sudden arrivals. Only time would tel as she followed Vurkar out of the room.
She said nothing and after a few moments of walking, she pushed passed Vurkar, her step quickening. There was only one thing on her mind outside of the bubbling irritation within her and that was continuing her training. While she did want to dive into the books to learn other things, she also knew she needed to work on her combat abilities. The only real reason she did as well as she had on Alzoc III was because of the terrible response of the soldiers, the effectiveness of their own and, of course, Vurkar's own skills. Had she been on her own, she would have fallen quickly. Her time with Andor only gave her a very basic level of knowledge on combat. Sure, diving into the darkness and letting herself go did tend to help, but she wanted more control of herself and her abilities. She couldn't rely on getting lost in the flow of the Force to provide her with the power she should have without it. And with her irritation, working on her combat abilities would help vent some of it.
She progressed herself through the halls, not knowing if Vurkar had followed her or went on his way. It didn't matter. Entering the training room, she went to the center of the room and took a deep breath. Her right hand reached down to her belt and removed her lightsaber. She brought it up before her, her grip becoming tight on it. It was a weapon gifted to her, the power of the Qixoni crystal inside enhancing her power in the Force. The more she looked at it, the more she thought on it, the more irritation began to set in. She had come to discover the power of the crystal inside and couldn't help but wonder just how much she was capable of was simply due to it. Even having the saber was a simple gift. True, it was given to her before she had any training, meaning to be her first weapon, one that would guide her until her own creation was given life. But now, she couldn't help but feel it was something only keeping her locked in and bound. She would need to delve into understanding the construction of a lightsaber more and figure out just what saber she'd create for herself.
Having only the single saber, however, she took a breath and ignited it, bringing the blade up in front of her, both hand taking hold of it. For the moment, she began to run through the basic movements and attacks she knew, warming herself up and relieving a bit of tension so that she could focus better.
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Post by Darth Malvus on Feb 20, 2016 22:24:13 GMT -8
Having only the single saber, however, she took a breath and ignited it, bringing the blade up in front of her, both hand taking hold of it. For the moment, she began to run through the basic movements and attacks she knew, warming herself up and relieving a bit of tension so that she could focus better.
Vurkar would straighten himself and approach Luxeria. The Sith would pause for a moment near the area where she trained. At least now, they could talk without the concern of rebel soldiers nearby or the waiting for orders from Solaris.Your feelings towards what just happened will not upset father in the slightest. My half-brother, Vallen, has always been a secretive member of our family. There is a reason why they call him the Wolf of the Ronove... in the older days, he was one of the most prominent figures of that faction. Not only the grandson of the the Order's founder, Emperor Nesallis Longerius, but a skilled assassin and reputable warrior. He was and still is a reckoned figure to this day.Vurkar leans against a training dummy for a moment to watch Luxeria train. He reflects for a moment upon his family.There were many of us when we were Horicas. My adopted sister, Tyrana, was and still is the loose cannon, I am the disciplined son and heir, and my sister... she is still finding her path within this galaxy. Mother was a trained sorceress and a noted orator. My uncle, Lord Sigilous, was a powerful Sith as well as a very old friend of my father. Now only the immediate family, the offspring, remain under Lord Malvus. |
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Post by Luxeria on Feb 21, 2016 12:48:38 GMT -8
For some time after Vurkar came and watched Luxeria, she didn't even acknowledge his presence. She had been too focused in the her irritation and trying to relieve it so she could press forward with her training. The minutes passed by as she went through the most basic of stances and attacks, a clear picture of the Form I Shii Cho style.
The words he spoke met her ears and was taken into her mind though she didn't respond right away. She progressed through her movements a little more before finally leting her arms rest at her sides and heavy breath was released in a sigh.
"I'm not concerned for him being upset with me or not. If anything he'll seek to use it to further my training. He has already shown himself to be far different than most Sith. My last master, Andor, would have punished me for that irritation. However, your father will most likely be pleased there is something furthering my anger that can be molded in my training. No, Malvus has proven that unless it is directed at him in a way that resembles those we removed, it will not upset him in the least." Her fist clenched around her saber. "What irritates me is the unannounced arrival of those who weren't expected and their simple intrusion in what's already happening. Even then, it isn't that that bothers me so much as them inserting themselves into the plan then referring to us like we're simple pawns that mean nothing. I don't care if they are family." She turned back to Vurkar, her eyes red with the dark-side flowing through her. "Vallen's way of secrecy doesn't bother me so much as the insult they cast as if I am nothing. It's just another form of denial that infuriates me more than anything."
She turned from him again as she listened to his words about the family. In the end, there wasn't anything she felt she could or would respond to. She felt there was nothing to say or ask about. Perhaps it was her own irritation that removed her from the desire to learn. Taking a deep breath, she did remember something from those first days here. "Malvus once told me that I reminded him of his wife, the one Vallen is seeking."
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Post by Zuka Zammanee Tarkin on Feb 22, 2016 17:57:55 GMT -8
Feeling annoyed about having to leave the library... and the liquor, Zuka waited outside patiently. This kind of behavior from Vallen will not be tolerated in the future, especially here in Zuka's own home. He did understand that his own arrival was unexpected and he knew the importance of private conversations, so Zuka behaved himself.Suddenly Zuka's communicator blared a god awful page as the communications officer's voice blared at Zuka from orbit.
=Communications Officer=
"Lord Tarkin! Engineering is reporting that main power will be gone in less than twenty minutes! With resources exhausted and with minimal crew left they have done everything they can. We will be dead in space unless we are allowed to dock at a nearby drydock."
Zuka rolled his eyes, in annoyance, but he had forgotten to mention to his cousin their dire need of repairs. Zuka quickly replied.
"Understood...I will inform flight control...Now leave me be."
Zuka walked down the corridor for sometime and reached a security station. He had recognized the commanding officer from his time here and spoke with him at length of the situation in orbit. After a long and productive conversation it was arranged for the Equinox to dock in the closest available drydock bay over Eriadu. After the matter was resolved he could the distinct sound of a light saber being swung around. Curious, Zuka followed the noises until he was led to the extensive training room. Zuka silently entered the room and was able to pick up Lexeria's and Vurkar's conversation. Zuka stood and watched over the pair as the female vented to Vurkar.
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Post by Darth Malvus on Feb 22, 2016 18:54:58 GMT -8
"What irritates me is the unannounced arrival of those who weren't expected and their simple intrusion in what's already happening. Even then, it isn't that that bothers me so much as them inserting themselves into the plan then referring to us like we're simple pawns that mean nothing. I don't care if they are family." "Malvus once told me that I reminded him of his wife, the one Vallen is seeking." |
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Post by Zuka Zammanee Tarkin on Feb 22, 2016 19:16:09 GMT -8
Zuka made his presence known to the two and made his way closer to the pair.
"Darth Varkur speaks the truth, I nor my cousin see the two of you as pawns. The title pawn falls upon the endless guards that protect this palace and the nameless souls that die for our ambition. Lady Luxeria, you will have to excuse my ways, but technically you are all guests here... while I took a sabbatical from galactic affairs."
As Zuka spoke to the pair he slowly made circles around them. With both hands clasped behind his lower back he continued...
"Since it is clear that we shall all be working together... care to spare with an old man...M'Lady?"
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Post by Darth Forente on Feb 22, 2016 21:00:41 GMT -8
The Sith would lsiten to the words of his stepson for a moment before glancing around the room for a moment, eyeing Vurkar, Luxeria, Flvin and Zuka as the mixed company that Vallen spoke of. Whatever the reason, the Wolf of the Ronove wanted secrecy with this particular discussion involving their family. Malvus gives the others one more look before speaking calmly.All of you... leave us.The command was simple and direct; no one could disobey the Lord Regent's word for it was not only the law of the One Sith, but the law of Eriadu and the Hegemony's territories. His eyes glanced once more at Vurkar who nodded silently before patting Luxeria on the shoulder; an indication that she should follow him out. Once the room was voided of all others, save Vallen and Malvus, the Sith would turn to his stepson, deciding to remain seated for now. He lightly taps his gloved fingers upon the table before him before the Lord Regent spoke.You, besides Zuka, are the only ones who still call me Valstrol... Flvin, Luxeria and Vurkar know me by my new name, Darth Malvus. Yet I see no need to correct you, Vallen, as you are your own man and do not need my meddling. Now, what are these specific terms of yours and make them quick. |
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Post by Darth Malvus on Feb 22, 2016 21:37:42 GMT -8
Vallen watched as everyone cleared the room. His eyes settled on the red headed lady as she stormed out of the room. There was much anger in her. It was obvious that Valstrol, or Malvus, as he liked to be called, kept her around. She was going to develop into a strong Sith one day. Vallen turned back to Valstrol.I want to bring back the Death Cult. Not as a standalone organization, but as a sub-organization. It would be comprised the elite of the elite assassins, just as it was in its prime as a sub-faction of the Ronove Order. Sigilius and I ruled over the underworlds of dozens of system through fear and extortion, as well as less moral actions. This sort of reign is what made the Ronove Order a long-lasting faction in a time of upstarts and failures. The underworld is the foundation of a strong organization.
The Sith would calmly rise from his chair and walk around his desk, subtly beckoning for Vallen to walk with him through the library. Malvus walked down the nearest aisle, using the few moments of silence to collect his thoughts before speaking.I see you noticed my new apprentice, Darth Luxeria. Her former master was the Lord Inquisitor for the recent reincarnation of the Galactic Empire and founder of a Sith organization known as the Order of Ruin. That faction has since gone silent and defunct... yet during the short time of its activity, she found my name in its archives and came to Eriadu. I hope to give her a great trial soon when the One Sith are ready.The first operations of the reconstituted One Sith was the elimination of various remnant Sith groups; either by total annihilation or assimilation of their meager followers into the ranks of the Lord Regent's group. The Order of Ruin was among a small list of targets to test the strength as well as to amass resources for the One Sith. A few planets were in his mind, the first among them was Thule. The Order of Ruin stood among the many pretenders to Sith hegemony and Malvus would not allow them to remain much longer. For now though, he had to focus on preparing his faction for future actions.As to your proposal, Vallen, historically, the original One Sith not only had Hands, a group of personal assassins that obeyed the will of their leader, but also an agency dedicated to assassination and intelligence. We must cast aside the old and bring forth the new. Revive your Death Cult not as the same as before under the Ronove, but as something greater under the One Sith. I know Luxeria, whose desire is to one day be an assassin herself, would want to be among the first of your recruits when she is more trained.Malvus had thought long about promotions and ranks to be granted to his growing group of fellow Sith. As the undisputed Lord Regent and Voice of the Dark Side for the One Sith, he was able to hand out such elevations in the absence of a true Dread Lord, a position that would remain vacant by the will of the Sith. He already had a Crimson Acolytes, a group of Dark Side practicioners that served Malvus personally. Yet he would need further reliable persons such as Hands and Vallen's proposal to ensure an effective and tight grip over the ranks of the One Sith.I plan to utilize persons who I appoint as Hands in order to fulfill one of the main goals of our organization. As the One Sith's main directive, until we are strong enough to be a great power in the galaxy, is to infiltrate planetary governments and use our influence to steer a course that will serve us better, we will need persons that are fit for roles beyond that of warriors, sorcerers and so forth.For a moment, the Sith paused and thought deeply. Perhaps it would be more beneficial to instead turn this proposal to revive the Death Cult and, instead, turn into his plan to revive the Hands. It would be the same concept that Vallen sought to revive and would also fulfill both of their plans.So might I suggest that, instead of reincarnating the Death Cult as an agency of the One Sith, I revive the Hands, who would serve not only a similar purpose to your proposal, but also serve my will, as Lord Regent, and that of the Dark Side. Of course, you would be ranked as first among the Hands due to your known and established reputation along with your skills. My apprentice, as well as those who are capable and deemed worthy, would one day join the ranks of my Hands as well. This way, we both gain what we want, Vallen. Is this acceptable? |
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Post by Luxeria on Feb 23, 2016 14:58:45 GMT -8
Vurkar could understand Luxeria's irritation greatly. To be set aside simply and without warning, to placed and labeled as a pawn and nothing more. Yet, the difference between the two was that Vurkar knew his father more so than the apprentice, Luxeria, did. The Sith leans his back against the dummy droid, watching as her attacks became more vicious as the irritation seemed to be on the edge of anger at some points.If there is one thing you must have learned from my father is that no one is a pawn. We must remember that those that did show up are well known by Malvus, more so than us. And furthermore, the pawns are those who serve below us... the soldiers, the grunts, the extra-hands... but we, Luxeria, are among the most valued assets of my father's work. After all, he would not have accepted an apprentice that would become a pawn.Vurkar's eyebrow then shot up slightly at the mention of his mother, San Zabar. Father had compared Luxeria to Lady Zabar? That seemed a bit odd to the Sith. His mother was resourceful, a powerful sorceress and a commanding presence among the Ronove and when she was an Empress. Perhaps what Malvus saw in his apprentice was the potential. It would have to be something that Vurkar would inquire to his father about later.It is an odd comparison, but perhaps father sees something I have not seen yet. Perhaps he senses something within you, something that reminded my father of my mother. Perhaps it is an omen to your potential as a sorceress and resourceful Sith.After a moment, Vurkar approaches Luxeria closely and lowers his voice to her.I would suggest keeping that to yourself though, especially with Vallen among us once more. Vallen is a very powerful man, very devoted to his mother and her plans. Someone you are not ready to cross blades with.
She wanted to speak more of what she felt Malvus might have meant in comparing her with his former wife, but as Vurkar suggested, she kept it quiet. She went on about her exercises as she thought on it, her irritation fading even more. She doubted she reminded Malvus through looks or even personality. It was what she spoke in that time that he made the comparison, when he said she didn't talk like an apprentice. It was her views in which he saw her like Lady San Zabar when she viewed the true power held in knowledge and that she didn't simply want power, but knew what she wanted of herself and the path that would be created from it.Zuka made his presence known to the two and made his way closer to the pair."Darth Varkur speaks the truth, I nor my cousin see the two of you as pawns. The title pawn falls upon the endless guards that protect this palace and the nameless souls that die for our ambition. Lady Luxeria, you will have to excuse my ways, but technically you are all guests here... while I took a sabbatical from galactic affairs."As Zuka spoke to the pair he slowly made circles around them. With both hands clasped behind his lower back he continued..."Since it is clear that we shall all be working together... care to spare with an old man...M'Lady?"
Truth be told, if anyone was considered a guest, it was her and Flvin as they were not true family of Malvus and came here for reasons otherwise who chose to follow the Sith. But this was her home now, and the words that reflected entitlement when they were never accounted for in the first place was but another things that drove her anger. Denial, entitlement, auras that reflected superiority and demanded respect all irked her.
Still, she was not without reality as she was but the apprentice who had only been pulled into formal training for barely six months. Her power, no matter the potential seen, was nothing compared to all that had been present. It was this that kept her tongue and kept her anger low and at the level of irritation, even if it was wild and on the edge of true anger. This was the furthest level of respect she'd give anyone who hadn't proved worthy of her's. Even then, it was simply playing it smart than actual respect.
As he circled around to cross in front of her, her blood red eyes focused on him. There was nothing hidden, there, her anger clear as day for any to see and feel. But she watched him at this point as he spoke of a spar. She had no care to interact with him. If she was to spar with anyone, Vurkar was the one she'd begin her training with, but still, she kept her mind in check. Her combat training was lacking and needed to be enhanced."Fine." These were the only words spoken as she brought her saber up in front of her and gripped the hilt with both hands. Never taking her eyes of Zuka, she took a deep breath as her gaze seemed to pass through him, making it appear as if she didn't notice him. The flaring irritation then began to settle as her focus began to sharpen. Something that was natural to her was her ability to understand and focus, which would give her heightened control over the average apprentice. But in this case, she needed it to watch him and understand his movements. As her focus tightened and irritation came under control, her red eyes changed back to their natural deep forest green, holding the same gaze that she had when they were in the library, without shine and seemed as a void. |
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Post by Zuka Zammanee Tarkin on Feb 23, 2016 18:02:11 GMT -8
Zuka felt her irritation and the control she commanded. She was playing exactly into his hand, she was exactly like him in the early years.
"You may not like me, nor you may not respect me, but eventually you will appreciate the things I will teach you."
Unexpectedly, Zuka turned his back to the young apprentice and began walking away to the center of the training area, away from the training droid. Once Zuka had made it to the center area he summoned a fierce force repulse that blew a gust of air away and all around him, he used this maneuver to throw off his imperial upper garb to reveal his surprisingly well toned upper body in a black armored sleeveless tank top. Zuka continued to look away from Luxeria as the air passed around both Varkur and Luxeria. Zuka honed his seasoned senses upon her, detecting her heart rate and eventual movement. Attached to his armor there were four visible light saber hilts and on his waist on each side were blasters of a familiar make (Jango Fett's twin Winstar Blaster Pistols). While still keeping his back to Luxeria he called out to her with a serious tone...
"Contrary to what you may think of me, I am a gentleman...Ladies first."
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Post by Darth Forente on Feb 23, 2016 19:35:39 GMT -8
Vallen followed the man down the aisle and listened to his words. Valstrol's "new apprentice" seemed to be one that is quick to take offense. Though her anger will serve her well, drawing offense from imagined slights will get her killed. But, what could one expect from the result of early apprenticeship being held in the Order of Ruin.
She seems headstrong... like Mother. Is that why you keep her around? She reminds you of your missing wife? Just the mere thought of such a substitution almost turned Vallen's stomach. Though some might view him as over attached to his mother, Vallen was loyal for good reason. San Zabar is one of the single, most lethal women in the universe. He knew who he should toss his loyalties to, and that was his mother. He felt that even if there was no relation at all, he would still swear his fealty to the woman.
Vallen continued on with Malvus, aimlessly following the man through his corridors. He spoke of the history of the One Sith, the Order of Ruin, the Death Cult, and the Ronove Order. He spoke of his plans for the One Sith and his concept of these people he called "Hands." Though the concept was novel, Vallen had reservations. He knew of the term "Hand of the Sith," but it brought up antiquated themes and images. It was an outdated position that was in desperate need of revision. He took his helm off again, his hair spilled down about his shoulders.
I have but one concern. If these so called "Hands" swore fealty to you, they could not regulate your actions. You alone would be the sole point of power in the Hegemony. Though that may be your intent, there are many who would take insult to this, and would not hesitate to make you a target. Even if it is just a facade for the public to be mesmerized with, the image of checks and balances should be forefront in the people's minds.
He ran a hand through his pure white hair, bringing the top of his back to blend, messily, into the rest of his hair.
Ah, I don't know, Valstrol. In a different life, I would have challenged your train of thought. But, I've experience too much, I've grown long in tooth and grey of mane. He smirked, clearly pleased with the puns of his past title and the whiteness of his hair. But the smile quickly faded into a face of concentration and thought. After a few minutes, Vallen spoke up. I think I'll take you up on your offer, Valstrol.
He scratched the side of his face; his stubble grew long and itchy. But, I need a fleet. I need soldiers. I need a guard. I need students, an training facility of some sort, even if its just a training room and dorms. I need supplies and gear. But most importantly... He motioned towards his waist. I need a new lightsaber.
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Post by Darth Malvus on Feb 23, 2016 20:00:52 GMT -8
An evident sigh emits from the Sith Lord's lips at the mention of San once more. The Dark Lady of Ambria had been a much needed companion in a time when, back as Valstrol, the Sith needed to reform his life and his methods. The appearance of Lady Zabar upon the cold world of Alzoc III offered the support and outside guidance that evolved him within a mere few years. However, with her departure, Malvus had changed drastically, becoming more Sith than what he used to be. The days of empire forging were gone from his thoughts, his burning passion now to revitalize the Sith who were now within the shadows as they had been so many times before.
In truth, she does remind me of your mother, but that is not why I have her around. I keep her around because she has potential, Vallen. I have had many apprentices in my lifetime, but none has shown as much determination as Darth Luxeria. Her passion to acquire power and to be a resourceful Sith is what drew me to make her my apprentice. I have seen her potential with my own eyes and I will not let such an opportunity walk away.
Malvus then pauses in his stride and looks directly at Vallen. A most serious look rested upon his crimson face.
However, Vallen... I truly believe that San is gone. She came and went like day and night for a small period of time. After that, I have not felt her presence nor heard any word from her. No matter what happens from here on though, I will miss her. For she gave me a new lease on life at a time I most needed it. I can never forget that. Wherever she is, I know she is surviving and remaining as strong as the day I met her.
With those words said, the expression on the Sith's face changed, evidently showing that he did not wish to discuss the matter of Vallen's mother any further. Where she was was not the Sith's concern after all; Lady Zabar was a capable woman and she could handle herself. His focus now was fully upon the rebuilding of the One Sith and the future of the Sith at large. There had already been reports of the sacking of Korriban, the liberation of Kashyyyk and the destruction of the decadent Kashyyyk Sith cult. They were on the defensive now and Malvus needed to stem that tide.
Leave the Hegemony to me, Vallen. I constructed her and made that nation through the fruits of my plots and schemes. There is not one soul that suspects a Sith holds the reins of power behind the Lord Tarkin impostor who serves as my puppet. Even the Grand Commander of the Hegemony's military, Solaris, serves as a minion to my will. I have plans and backups; you need not be concerned.
Malvus felt a wave of confidence swell into his chest at Vallen's willingness to join the One Sith as a Hand of the Lord Regent. As a Hand, Vallen would serve as a personal assassin and enforcer of the Lord Regent's will and agenda; ensuring his enemies within and without the organization were eliminated. To have Vallen once more within the ranks gave Malvus confidence and assurance that his plans would be successful. To the mentioned needs, Malvus would gesture to the surrounding area.
The Tarkin Estates were expanded and fortified by my late Uncle, Cygnus Tarkin. As a Sith, he gave the estate's new rooms and facilities. In fact, I sense that Luxeria, Zuka and Vurkar are in one of the many training rooms currently. As for a fleet, the Hegemony controls Sullust and her shipyards, use them to construct a small fleet for your own purposes. As for soldiers and a guard, my predecessor left a trained army of a million soldiers. You may take what you want from them or recruit your own men from the planet's population. Students will come in due time. A training facility; you may use any training room. Supplies and gear can be easily gained.
With the mention of a needed lightsaber, Malvus would ponder for a moment. Necessary supplies would need to be acquired for the construction of a new lightsaber. However, the Sith distinctively remembered a collection of various lightsabers within the Tarkin Vault, that was now filled to the brim with a hoard left by Cygnus.
A new lightsaber can be constructed at a later time; I will need to gain the necessary components for you to use, Vallen. In the mean time, I would recommend checking the Tarkin Vault. The late Lord Cygnus had a collection of various Sith lightsabers; some he used, others from his enemies and even those from his family. In fact, one of my old lightsabers currently lingers in that collection. One that was lost on Alzoc III. You may choose one from there to serve you in the mean time.
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Post by Luxeria on Feb 24, 2016 15:04:10 GMT -8
Zuka felt her irritation and the control she commanded. She was playing exactly into his hand, she was exactly like him in the early years."You may not like me, nor you may not respect me, but eventually you will appreciate the things I will teach you."Unexpectedly, Zuka turned his back to the young apprentice and began walking away to the center of the training area, away from the training droid. Once Zuka had made it to the center area he summoned a fierce force repulse that blew a gust of air away and all around him, he used this maneuver to throw off his imperial upper garb to reveal his surprisingly well toned upper body in a black armored sleeveless tank top. Zuka continued to look away from Luxeria as the air passed around both Varkur and Luxeria. Zuka honed his seasoned senses upon her, detecting her heart rate and eventual movement. Attached to his armor there were four visible light saber hilts and on his waist on each side were blasters of a familiar make (Jango Fett's twin Winstar Blaster Pistols). While still keeping his back to Luxeria he called out to her with a serious tone... "Contrary to what you may think of me, I am a gentleman...Ladies first."
As he moved away from them towards the center of the room, she let her saber rest at her side as her eyes followed him. Just then, she felt the sudden surge of energy and the release thereafter. She didn't flinch as the air surged around her, merely watching as his garb was thrown away by this maneuver. She didn't know what his intention was in displaying the ability. Was he trying to impress them? Was he trying to intimidate her? If either of these were the things he sought to achieve, they failed. She saw only wasted energy in the display if he was trying to impress and, despite knowing the destructive nature a Repulse could unleash, she remained unphased in the sight of intimidation. She, herself, had used the ability a couple times, though it only revealed itself when she was truly strained.
She walked towards him a bit, slanting her steps so that she also moved a bit to the side as well. It was only a few steps before she stopped. When he offered her the chance to attack first, she stood there for a moment, though there was no hesitation in her presence. She wasn't foolish. She wouldn't attack recklessly, or even feel she would have any advantage attacking with his back turned. She knew he had skill and could easily use his position to get the upper hand. Without a clear view of his front where most of his body would give signs of an attack, she wouldn't be able to anticipate any attack, especially at her level of skill. She glanced over the arsenal upon his person, noticing the multiple sabers. She had seen it before to know of one's ability to wield two sabers. She had never seen or heard of saberstaff lightsabers though the principle was the same. At most, he could only use two at once. To utilize them all would mean skill in telekinesis like herself and capable of using two in said style of combat. She also noted the blasters which clearly stated unexpected shots that gave him range, though he wasn't limited to using them at a distance.
Taking another deep breath, the fingers on her left hand moved a bit as the thoughts quickly processed themselves in her mind in just a few seconds. Her safest option to make a first attack without putting herself in a difficult spot and making him move lay within her telekinesis. As such her right hand moved up towards her shoulder. As it reach chest level, she let go off her saber, the momentum carrying it up a few inches before falling back down into her hand in a reverse grip. Her grip upon it was short lived as she threw it square at his back, aimed for the point between his shoulder blades. It flew at him like a spear, her right hand extended out from the throw. Before it reached him, she dropped her hand and the saber began to spin forward on itself, going from a thrusting style attack to a downward slash, holding greater force from its spin. |
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Post by Darth Forente on Feb 24, 2016 19:35:50 GMT -8
Vallen simply nodded with a straight face a few times when Valstrol went on about his apprentice and San. He truly thought that Vallen's mother was gone. It was possible and, Vallen would be pained to admit, it was likely. But, Vallen held out hope for the presence of his mother. He stopped nodding when Valstrol continued on about the Hedgemony. He was refusing a facade of checks and balances. It was a political error, in Vallen's opinion, but Vallen cared little for politics. Let Valstrol commit such a foolish act, Vallen cared not.
All he cared for was the hunt. And once Valstrol explained to him the assets that were at Vallen's disposal, the hunt became almost real. He would have a base of operations to reach out into the galaxy and slaughter the guilty and innocent alike. He would have the ships and the soldiers to act as a sword and shield against the standing forces of foreign governments and various factions. And eventually, he would have his own lightsaber, yet again.
When Vallen recovered the few memories that he currently possessed, he was grieved to learn that his lightsaber was no longer in his possession. He did not recover the memories concerning its disappearance, only that he used to have a magenta-hued saber of his own. He itched to have a saber back in his hand again. So, having to wait for a custom saber irritated him slightly.
Why should I suffer through the clumsy creations of others with a second-hand blade? Do you not, in your vast inventories, possess the components of a lightsaber? It was a slight jab at Valstrol, but it was good question. He had all those lightsabers, yet no spare components? It seemed unlikely. I could even scrap a few of the sabers in the vaults and make a saber from the remaining pieces.
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Post by Zuka Zammanee Tarkin on Feb 24, 2016 20:07:57 GMT -8
As Luxeria made her way to Zuka he closed his eyes in concentration. He used his force enhanced senses to feel her movements, the sensation could only be described as like having great powerful eyes that could take in the area all around you. He did anticipate a saber attack, but not exactly like the one she had just made. As Luxeria's saber throw sliced through the air toward Zuka, time to Zuka seemed to slow down. This was not actually the case, Zuka's decades of experience and training only made it seem this way to him. As Luxeria's saber crossed the halfway point between herself and where Zuka stood, he grinned as Zuka immediately saw her flaw. She would have done better to attack directly, but her options were purposely limited to test her. To Zuka time suddenly returned to normal as Luxeria's saber began its slashing motion. At record speed one of Zuka's light sabers released itself from its place upon his armor and ignited revealing a deep purple hue just in time to block the incoming slash. At the same time Zuka pivoted to further avoid harm from the saber, but only to one of his famous blasters directed at Luxeria.
"Lesson number one! Always carry a backup saber! Lesson two! Cardio!"
Zuka's voice boomed then echoed abnormally through the training hall. Without hesitation though, Zuka intentionally aimed for Luxeria's feet and lower body. If this were real combat, Luxeria's saber would destroyed and Zuka would be aiming better. As Zuka layed down intense blaster fire the moment reminded him of the time he executed Lord Phillios, who ironically would be resurrected and the two would become best allies. Phillios was executed by Zuka after a short, but intense exchange on Kashyyk. After stripping Phillios of his famed saber, Zuka rushed him with blasters drawn, elbowed him to his face and immediately blasted him several times in the head. Being the thorough man that Zuka was... He also decapitated him and placed several more bolts into the Sith Lord's head.
"Remind me later to tell you the Epic of Dark Lord Phillios!"
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