Lord Garren
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Post by Lord Garren on May 2, 2013 17:29:29 GMT -8
Lord Garren pushed through another group of tall ferns, having given up the use of any blades to chop through the thick growth. He had been in the forest for several hours, searching for a secret cache he had heard about back on Taris. One of his informants had come to him with the information regarding the secret military base that was once on Pzob, manned by the ancient Galactic Empire. A small entry from one of the officer's logs gave hint to a secret cache of "mysterious objects" he had been ordered to hide, under the supervision of one of the Emperor's Hands. The fact that such an important individual was directly supervising the mission meant something very valuable had been hidden. As no record of such a prize had ever been heard of coming off Pzob, or even near the sector, he was sure it remained hidden here.
As he once again reache dout in the Force, trying to sense any emination of dark side power strong enough to hint at a powerful object, he suddenly lost his breath. It was as if someone had punched him in the stomach. He had been buffeted by an enormous concentration of dark side energy coming not far from his position. As he began to probe deeper, allowing the power to fuel his own, he sensed it came from several different individuals. It certainly peaked his curiosity. Perhaps it had to do with the Sith Temple he had heard was rumored to exist on the planet. Throwing caution to the wind, he began to stroll closer to the source of the power.
Fear is for the weak...
Fear was for the weak, and it was something Lord Garren did not feel. He had reached the edge of the woods, and could now see a glistening black pyramid just across the clearing. He quickly made his way across the clearing, eying the structure carefully. As he examined one of its sides, he noticed a vine covered platform juts to the side of it, which atop stood several cloaked men. They were the source of the power, he knew it. Not only could he sense it, but the fact two seemed to be fighting reaffirmed the fact. These men were Sith, and powerful ones at that. He quickly surpressed a large portion of his own aura, still eminating his clear mastery of the dark side, but not seeming to be too powerful, at least in comparison to the men on the platform.
I shall conquer the weak...
It did not take Lord Garren long to reach the platform, standing on the edge of it as he watched the two men duel. He knew they had likely all sensed him coming long before he had navigated the clearing. He was not trying to hide his presence in the force, only the amount of his power. His hands were at his sides, palms up as if to show the other Sith he was holding no weapons. Though he knew, as they did, a Sith had more weapons then simply physical ones. He stood there, eying them all carefully, his bald head shining in the sun, causing his tattoos to stand out. He may not have found the cache he wa slooking for, yet, but what he had before him was a gem... |
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Dragus
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Post by Dragus on May 3, 2013 6:26:26 GMT -8
It was fair to say that both Sith were so equally steeped in the Darkside, that this contest would be decided by guile, tactical movement, and perhaps a bit of luck. Dragus' slitted orbs followed Mortale as he paced, never once allowing the embodiment of Death out of his sight. He definitely didn't like the way his brother was smiling, though he didn't let it distract him. They all looked foul. Famine with his teeth and claws, War with his singular glowing eye and menacing stature, and of course Death with his impossibly wide grin, seeming far too pleased with himself than any Sith had right to be. There was little warning when the Necromancer finally attacked, only the barabel's training saved him from having his neck vertebrae shattered by his brother's initial kick. Rather than block or launch a counter offensive of his own, the route to least amount of energy spent was to simply get out of the way. He moved back a single step, then leaned back ever so slightly, just enough to allow the snap kick to halt mere centimeters from his scaly throat. While he had never fought Mortale before, he knew himself well enough that he was certain a follow-up blow was seconds away. Mortale did not disappoint.
Still in motion, his brother's opposite leg came around, heel first towards the Famine Lord's temple. Never having been one to enjoy a good kick to the head, the saurian reacted with due course. His left arm, already out in front and bent at a ninety degree angle with his hand pointed up, turned to the side so that his forearm was now draped across his chest. The limb then lifted, crossing in front of his face just in time to intercept the heel kick, catching Mortale's leg above the the ankle with the exposed scaly meat of his arm. There was just enough force put into the block to prevent his brother's foot from connecting with his forehead, but he didn't stop there. Dragus twisted his left arm, the blocking arm, and attempted to wrap one scaly mitt around Mortale's left ankle. Meanwhile his right arm, which up until this point was held down against his chest, rose and grasped at the Necromancer's left leg, attempting to take hold of it mid-calf. If successful, Dragus would follow up by attempting to use both hands to swing the leg to his left and throw Mortale like the unholy sack of potatoes he was, all the while pressing his tail to the ground in order to prevent himself from being thrown off balance.Garren's arrival and anything else that was happening with the others in attendance was just background static to him at this point.
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Seleevan Khar
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Post by Seleevan Khar on May 4, 2013 6:17:35 GMT -8
*The beast of Vortex ordered his ship the Crete to land not far from the site, and he was walking his way to the meeting just as the fight started. He was garbed in the kilt and sandals, added was a golden breastplate that only had decorative value rather then practical. He held his Blasterhook in one hand, using it as a walking stick and his shield was absent for the moment. Instead, there was a bottle of fine red in his left hand, a bottle he made use of now and then.
The tall vor sided up with bacca, and reached him the bottle, eyeing Mortale and... Is that Dragus? Huh, the lizardman found his way to the living again, or at least to the eye. Now it was clear why a fight was about.
He didnt flower his words, he was called away from Vortex to tend one of these meetings again. If he had to guess, this would be one of those "Lets obtain more planets" kinda thing.*
"So, whats new?"
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Innon'Ruuk
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Post by Innon'Ruuk on May 4, 2013 6:50:58 GMT -8
The Cycloptic Nightmare felt upon the ripples of the darkside of the being not so far off watching, as more of his Brothers approached, Kalosis, Bacca nodded to and next to brother Khar, Bacca said nothing while accepting the bottle, taking a swig and returning it, he motioned to Sel to join and watch.
Tugging at the back of his mind the, Temple made him aware of the darksider in space and he would soon make land fall.
Bacca watched as his Brother began to unleash their personal furies upon each other.
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Kalosis
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Post by Kalosis on May 4, 2013 16:15:33 GMT -8
*Any gathering of beings of the dark side of the force was a magnet. That is why Kalosis was not surprised to see others joining the crowd. Sure some of them had been summoned or planned to be here, but not everyone. There was at least one man he had no idea of identity or how and why he had arrived here. I guess questioning the will of the force was impossible. Kalosis noted this mans actions and new that he was showing that he held no desire for conflict at this time. He could feel this man was of the dark side. Clearly he had a reason to be there.*
*The others here on the other hand he did know. The leader, Lord Bacca was as powerful and was as he was massive and strong. One to be respectful of for sure. Of the combatants Kalosis had met Mortale years ago and had even apprenticed under him for a short time before he had realized his true self. Mortale was a cunning warrior and a powerful necromancer. Also someone to be respected. This Dragus character was someone he had not known directly. Kalosis knew he was a force to be reckoned with and that's all he needed to know. Seleevan, he was the mighty ruler of Vortex; and he had been for some time. Kalosis had met him long ago when the Ranove order still rang fear into the hearts of the galaxy.*
*Kalosis remained still, arms crossed and focused on the opening moves of this fight. He would be analyzing these two closely. He watched to size them up, to learn how they fought and perhaps even to pick up a move or two. At this point he had shut the others out just the the brothers in combat surly had done as well.*
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Post by Darth Rebellious on May 4, 2013 20:32:29 GMT -8
*After entering the atmosphere, the Dark Lord's shuttle streaked across the sky engulfed in an aura of friction-induced flame that doused itself only after slowing to an acceptable subatmospheric cruising speed. Lower and lower the craft descended until it skimmed just above the treetops as it's pilot searched for a small clearing in which to land. It didn't take long for Rebellious to find a grassy knoll amidst the forest upon which no trees grew, at which time, he piloted the craft into the clearing and touched down. As soon as the loading ramp lowered, the Darth disembarked.
Once his feet touched the ground, Darth Rebellious sprung forward into a full on Force-aided sprint toward the largest concentration of Dark Side energies. Through the Force, he could feel every ebb and flow of energy the pulsated from his destination, specifically the violent clashing of two large bodies of energy. Immediately he deduced that their was a bout between two lords unfolding, however, he didn't know why Bogan had called him to this location. But then again, who was he to question the Dark Side's will?
He had dipped and dodged both trees and foliage at blinding speeds without much hindrance, a skill he had honed to perfection during his apprenticeship and training in the Shadowlands of Kashyyyk, until he came to the source of the tremors in the Force. Before him stood a great pyramid of blackened stone that surged with malignant power. The Dark Side of the Force was strong here. It was obvious at first glance and feel that this was a temple of the Sith, a fact that boggled him. It became clearer to him where he was when he looked upon the platform connected to the structure and caught a glimpse of the Sith that had gathered there.
Members of the Order of the Eye. It was then that he knew he was on their planet, Pzob. Although he had not met any of these men in person, he remembered some of their faces from the attack on the Jedi temple of Coruscant. They were allies at one point, but in a nest of the Sith one could never be too careful, as one wrong word could mean a saber in the back... or multiple. Acting on instinct, Rebellious stayed behind the scene. Rather than approaching them in the midst of a fight, he stayed a considerable distance away from the action, deciding instead to climb a tree and suppress his presence in the Force until he felt like next nothing. Once he reached a nice branch to make his perch, he observed the combat from afar.*
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Post by Maya Whitelight on May 6, 2013 17:30:14 GMT -8
Finding it harder then she thought to put down in such a thick forest, also finding it very fascinating the color of dark green-blue. Knowing now why the force had drawn her to this planet. It only had to stop the engine before getting the supplies needed for a short exploration of the place. Knowing how much light was left. Also not knowing how many of these Gamorrean villages could be around. Coming to put on her Akk armor it found good to put this over her skin. It only had to put on the long white cloak with a few leather bag to start her work, of gathering. Coming back to break down the plant life she would found any other life out there.
Stepping out into a bit of the sun, only to found herself into the dimly light as she got into the thick of the forest. First things stopping to feel the leave of one of the tree noting the leathery of it. At the same time letting her force flow out of her freely with a very strong presents of lightness to look at what was unseen to the eye. Longing to feel the life that flow deep with in its veins finding herself lost in depth of life that made it come to life. It was at this level did the peace start to come back to her something she missed for so long. Coming to the ground hard give herself to the very life in this spot of the planet, to let the life flow in and out of her. Breathing coming almost unseen. It was a this very depth could she begin to heal the deep scars left from with in her. Knowing it was those that need the healing not the ones that could be seen by the naked eyes those would fade over time like some many others she had pick up in her life.
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Post by Dragus on May 7, 2013 6:59:55 GMT -8
Finding it harder then she thought to put down in such a thick forest, also finding it very fascinating the color of dark green-blue. Knowing now why the force had drawn her to this planet. It only had to stop the engine before getting the supplies needed for a short exploration of the place. Knowing how much light was left. Also not knowing how many of these Gamorrean villages could be around. Coming to put on her Akk armor it found good to put this over her skin. It only had to put on the long white cloak with a few leather bag to start her work, of gathering. Coming back to break down the plant life she would found any other life out there.
Stepping out into a bit of the sun, only to found herself into the dimly light as she got into the thick of the forest. First things stopping to feel the leave of one of the tree noting the leathery of it. At the same time letting her force flow out of her freely with a very strong presents of lightness to look at what was unseen to the eye. Longing to feel the life that flow deep with in its veins finding herself lost in depth of life that made it come to life. It was at this level did the peace start to come back to her something she missed for so long. Coming to the ground hard give herself to the very life in this spot of the planet, to let the life flow in and out of her. Breathing coming almost unseen. It was a this very depth could she begin to heal the deep scars left from with in her. Knowing it was those that need the healing not the ones that could be seen by the naked eyes those would fade over time like some many others she had pick up in her life. |
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Post by Maya Whitelight on May 7, 2013 11:57:37 GMT -8
Making a shudder with in the force, all that was being let of some kind of darkness not felt very a long time, to time and place of being long past. In many ways it wasn't that had lost her very touch to the force. It was as if she hadn't used in this way for a very long time. Popping up from a perching position. To come a full about to something only one heard story of that parents would tell there kids to scare them with to behaving. Now faced such a thing. Knowing there was more to this one then its out shell of mental. It was laced with something darker more out of her touch. Making sure she had the force her own aid around her at her finger tips. In a way she keep part of herself deep down cage from reaching the top. It would stay buried deep down where one could say the very soul of herself was keep. For now would watch this one coming towards her in what look like a path straight towards, knowing with in the next few she would have to decide how to handle herself. At the same time reaching in to the heart of the forest the very nature of the place. It had oddness to it now as if something was out of balance not all what it seem to be. As a shiver creeped upon her. Moving with in away that took her out of the direct path of this metal monster.
Knowing all this time it had be the force with in her that been leading her to this planet. Could this be the reason a some how a test to see if could stay true to who she was with in the very force that laid with in her. Still not with out her own fears that seem to be coming out of her knowing what could be face with in next few. Only thing left was to see what move this iron bot would make next.
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Post by Mortale on May 7, 2013 14:10:58 GMT -8
It was fair to say that both Sith were so equally steeped in the Darkside, that this contest would be decided by guile, tactical movement, and perhaps a bit of luck. Dragus' slitted orbs followed Mortale as he paced, never once allowing the embodiment of Death out of his sight. He definitely didn't like the way his brother was smiling, though he didn't let it distract him. They all looked foul. Famine with his teeth and claws, War with his singular glowing eye and menacing stature, and of course Death with his impossibly wide grin, seeming far too pleased with himself than any Sith had right to be. There was little warning when the Necromancer finally attacked, only the barabel's training saved him from having his neck vertebrae shattered by his brother's initial kick. Rather than block or launch a counter offensive of his own, the route to least amount of energy spent was to simply get out of the way. He moved back a single step, then leaned back ever so slightly, just enough to allow the snap kick to halt mere centimeters from his scaly throat. While he had never fought Mortale before, he knew himself well enough that he was certain a follow-up blow was seconds away. Mortale did not disappoint.
Still in motion, his brother's opposite leg came around, heel first towards the Famine Lord's temple. Never having been one to enjoy a good kick to the head, the saurian reacted with due course. His left arm, already out in front and bent at a ninety degree angle with his hand pointed up, turned to the side so that his forearm was now draped across his chest. The limb then lifted, crossing in front of his face just in time to intercept the heel kick, catching Mortale's leg above the the ankle with the exposed scaly meat of his arm. There was just enough force put into the block to prevent his brother's foot from connecting with his forehead, but he didn't stop there. Dragus twisted his left arm, the blocking arm, and attempted to wrap one scaly mitt around Mortale's left ankle. Meanwhile his right arm, which up until this point was held down against his chest, rose and grasped at the Necromancer's left leg, attempting to take hold of it mid-calf. If successful, Dragus would follow up by attempting to use both hands to swing the leg to his left and throw Mortale like the unholy sack of potatoes he was, all the while pressing his tail to the ground in order to prevent himself from being thrown off balance.Garren's arrival and anything else that was happening with the others in attendance was just background static to him at this point.
As soon as Dragus' hands began to wrap around his leg and ankle, Mortale kicked back with his right foot to the reptile's highest gripping hand and pulled in with his left leg while crunching his torso downward, reaching out so as to grasp Dragus' wrist with his right hand. If successful, he would enact the next part of his plan.
Everyone's arrival was less than static in the background for the Jen'Derriphan. His focus was on this duel and beating the everloving stang out of Dragus. |
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Post by Dragus on May 8, 2013 4:37:24 GMT -8
@ Mortale:
Dragus' right hand recoiled after being kicked away by Mortale's other foot, dropping down to his side for the moment until he could think of what next to do with it. His other hand had born the fruits it had so desired, securing a hold on his brother's ankle, though the Necromancer proved not just agile but flexible at well, scrunching in mid-air to grab said limb by the wrist. Had Famine known Death was so flexible, he might have invited him to one of the fur lined orgies he so frequently threw in the Sith Temple, potentially avoiding their feud altogether. Ah, the things you learn after the fact.
In any event, this put them into an interesting position. Dragus had Mortale's right ankle held in his left hand, and Mortale had Dragus' left wrist clutched in his right hand. They were on the short train to becoming a Sith pretzel if they weren't careful. The saurian Sith enjoyed a good game of twister, though usually he picked more appealing partners. A swift remedy was due to resolve their entanglement and the perverse physician had just the prescription.
The second Mortale's cold spindly fingers wrapped themselves around Dragus' hand, the barabel's feet and tail left the ground, using his serpentine appendage as a spring while at the same time relying on the slight bend in his knees to be ample boost to push off the stone floor and leap into the air. Joining the raw physicality of the jump was a bit of that stored up Force-mojo the saurian had been collecting, launching him into the air like a rocket. Ordinarily such a maneuver would see him fly into the air as though he were part drexl, but there was still the matter of Mortale which presented considerable drag. Dragus still held onto his brother's left ankle even as he jumped, and if Mortale insisted on holding onto Dragus' left wrist, he would find himself further pulled along for the ride.
A dangerous maneuver, since a jumping opponent often found themselves tae-jitsu flipped onto the floor, but in this the conniving reptile felt secure. When jumping he had been able to brace himself and push off with not two, but three limbs, whereas Mortale's body had still been airborne with nothing touching the ground. His only connection was with Dragus, and Dragus was going up.
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@ Maya
While the zeltron's reasons for being on the planet might have been for the most passive and peaceful of purposes, Krell was not in the habit of making friends. It just wasn't in his programming. He had been designed with only two things in mind: protecting Dragus and killing anything in his path. With Famine otherwise occupied dueling his brother, there wasn't anyone around to order Krell to stop.
The warbot advanced on Maya, whipping its large two meter long cleaver up out of the dirt and held it over its head. Once in range it swept down with the blade, unleashing a wicked vertical strike with the intention of slicing Maya into two far less prettier halves.
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Post by Maya Whitelight on May 8, 2013 11:10:33 GMT -8
@ MayaWhile the zeltron's reasons for being on the planet might have been for the most passive and peaceful of purposes, Krell was not in the habit of making friends. It just wasn't in his programming. He had been designed with only two things in mind: protecting Dragus and killing anything in his path. With Famine otherwise occupied dueling his brother, there wasn't anyone around to order Krell to stop. The warbot advanced on Maya, whipping its large two meter long cleaver up out of the dirt and held it over its head. Once in range it swept down with the blade, unleashing a wicked vertical strike with the intention of slicing Maya into two far less prettier halves.
Just great, I had to land on the only spot that had a with a psycho droid with a darn big tree chopping ax. The force playing a curl trick upon her to lead her to such a beautiful praise. Knowing she could only dance for so long, before something would happen. Lifting her eye up to the tops of the trees was that her only out. There was something odd about this could this feeling be coming from this driod. As if there was something dark just couldn't put her figure as if some kind of no. Feeling the tingle before move onces again. The dance was now taking place. Having seen this one could she take off with her force speed out run the big brute what about her ship that was now a ways off. Yes that would work or would it. After spring up from a roll taking leaping jump before stepping into the edge of the forest as she started to pick up speed, just how long had it been since she be able to test her physical skills, jumping when had to ducking in other places. Only when thought there was some good distances did she stop, to focus oh hearing if that once had follow her into the dark depth of the forest. |
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Post by Dragus on May 9, 2013 9:58:10 GMT -8
@ Maya:
For all Krell's physical power, speed was not the incubus' ally. The zeltron had managed to dodge his initial stroke, rolling to the side and out of the way of his heavy alchemized blade. He followed through by hefting the cleaver again and swinging it around, but by this point Maya had already bounded into the forest. Pausing, the warbot lowered its weapon, scanning the forest edge with two ruby red photo-receptors, attempting to discern the woman's biological readings from that of the rest of the forest. Most of its sensors were useless, save for one. The droid's olfactory sensor, essentially its mechanical interpretation of scent, managed to pick up on the zeltron's pheromone secretions.
"Tracking target." Boomed the warbots audio output device, uncharacteristically vocal for the machine.
A click sounded, followed by a high pitched whine, growing louder as plasma charged in the two assault cannon barrels mounted on Krell's robotic left arm. It released its left hand's hold on the alchemical sword and raised the arm in the direction of the pheromone trail. The twin barrels of the assault cannon glowed blue at first, then white, until finally the forearm mounted weapon opened fire. Plasma rounds exploded from the barrels, blasting apart the trees directly in front of it, setting even the soggy wood aflame. Organic matter liquified and burned, the plasma shells annihilating everything in their path. Krell took one step forward, then another, blasting apart one tree after another. The two meter long cleaver still gripped in his right hand dragged along the ground beside him, tearing through roots and vegetation.
Krell couldn't match Maya's speed or agility, but his pursuit was relentless. Explosions and bursts of flame served to prelude his approach. Slowly but surely he began to track after Maya, following her path closer to the black pyramid that served as the Order's sanctuary and home. The sounds of his echoing cannon could be heard for miles in all directions.
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Post by Maya Whitelight on May 12, 2013 18:51:50 GMT -8
All that was heard was the crushing of the large droid behind. It wasn't just the sound it was something deeper rooted to Maya. It was the very life that he was destroying. It still pledge her mind who would be responsible for being the creator of such monster. Knowing only that once she had to be the one that was the hunter not being the hunted. In mist of it all knowing that once again she was on the move. Just where was she driving to even she didn't. Only that she needed to lost this monster get back to her ship. It only then did dawn on her that there was something else being felt now something else that prick her skin. It that darkness again, something stronger as she ran in the direction she was running.
Glancing up to see thick of the forest was thinning. Another opening, of a patch coming up or was it something else it seem the more she inch towards the more she could feel the darkness pulling upon this spot. It in that moment did she think maybe this was where the monster had came from. It wasn't anything that was spoke to her about this planet, it was a one of being very perimeter. Only that there was lots of forest no major cities but a lot of the native was of wild like state groups.
Breaking through her first foot upon the clearing, what she saw causing her to stumble.
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Post by Dragus on May 13, 2013 10:46:47 GMT -8
@ Maya
Indeed, this was in fact where the incubus had come from. Since the destruction of the City of the Eye, the black pyramid was perhaps the only standing structure on the planet, concealed from above by powerful illusion spells cast long before the Order of the Eye ever came to this world. Only those steeped in the Darkside or destined for greatness ever stood a chance of finding this place. The obelisk was a physical marvel, glossy smooth despite its advanced age, rising from the depths of the jungle floor to form a perfect molecule thin point. It radiated malevolent power and sent out whispers in the Force, promising to answer all of ones inner most and wretched of desires, if only they gave themselves over to the ruinous currents of Bogan.
The clearing Maya stumbled onto wasn't far from where two brothers, Famine and Death, were locked in deadly battle. What was supposed to be a sparring match looked more like two demons embroiled in carnal savagery. She would have seen the other Sith present as well, standing around the stone floored terrace that the warriors were using as a dueling platform.
There was a silence that followed, for even still hot on the zeltron's trail, Krell would not desecrate the sacred site with the roaring of his arm mounted assault cannon. The warbot emerged from the thick of the jungle, exploding from the foliage in a whirl of wrought-iron and barbed armour. Yet he did not advance further on the female. Instead the incubus allowed his ruby red photo-receptors to drift towards the gargantuan cyclops, Innon'Ruuk, and took a knee.
If Maya was able to find the temple clearing, perhaps it was the will of the Eye and this was fate. In any event, it was no longer his place to judge her. There were many others in attendance who were far better suited to that task.
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Post by Mortale on May 13, 2013 12:14:05 GMT -8
@ Mortale: Dragus' right hand recoiled after being kicked away by Mortale's other foot, dropping down to his side for the moment until he could think of what next to do with it. His other hand had born the fruits it had so desired, securing a hold on his brother's ankle, though the Necromancer proved not just agile but flexible at well, scrunching in mid-air to grab said limb by the wrist. Had Famine known Death was so flexible, he might have invited him to one of the fur lined orgies he so frequently threw in the Sith Temple, potentially avoiding their feud altogether. Ah, the things you learn after the fact.In any event, this put them into an interesting position. Dragus had Mortale's right ankle held in his left hand, and Mortale had Dragus' left wrist clutched in his right hand. They were on the short train to becoming a Sith pretzel if they weren't careful. The saurian Sith enjoyed a good game of twister, though usually he picked more appealing partners. A swift remedy was due to resolve their entanglement and the perverse physician had just the prescription.The second Mortale's cold spindly fingers wrapped themselves around Dragus' hand, the barabel's feet and tail left the ground, using his serpentine appendage as a spring while at the same time relying on the slight bend in his knees to be ample boost to push off the stone floor and leap into the air. Joining the raw physicality of the jump was a bit of that stored up Force-mojo the saurian had been collecting, launching him into the air like a rocket. Ordinarily such a maneuver would see him fly into the air as though he were part drexl, but there was still the matter of Mortale which presented considerable drag. Dragus still held onto his brother's left ankle even as he jumped, and if Mortale insisted on holding onto Dragus' left wrist, he would find himself further pulled along for the ride. A dangerous maneuver, since a jumping opponent often found themselves tae-jitsu flipped onto the floor, but in this the conniving reptile felt secure. When jumping he had been able to brace himself and push off with not two, but three limbs, whereas Mortale's body had still been airborne with nothing touching the ground. His only connection was with Dragus, and Dragus was going up. |
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Post by Dragus on May 15, 2013 12:30:45 GMT -8
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Darth Rebellious
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Post by Darth Rebellious on May 27, 2013 18:36:54 GMT -8
From his perch in the canopy of a large tree, Darth Rebellious watched as the two Lords of the OE fought hand-to-claw. As the scene unfolded, he couldn't help but speculate the reasoning behind the two coming to blows nearly as much as he questioned why Bogan had drawn him to Pzob in the first place; both were a complete mystery. Just as the situation had seemed to escalate, the conflict began spilling into the temple. With his view of the scuffle blocked, the Darth decided to try his hand at sneaking into the Order's lair, if only to continue watching. From the branch he had been standing on, Rebellious jumped down to the forest floor and continued on toward the temple's landing platform.
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The Fallen
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Post by The Fallen on Jan 28, 2018 14:43:41 GMT -8
The shuttles violently shook briefly as they made their way down through the atmosphere. Settling into a smooth glide as they finished transitioning. Ifrit loosened his grip as he felt the ride settle, no longer concerned he might accidentally fall over. His senses reaching outward. Feeling for the presence of enemy forces or Force Users. But so far he sensed nothing. Which he was certain was a trap.
He doubted the Sith Temple was unprotected and that Pzob was entirely undefended. Sooner or later they would spring the trap that was waiting for them. Until then, they would just continue on as they had planned. With the first of the transports dropping below the tree tops and touching down upon the ground. Malvus’ Warriors spilled forth from their ships and proceeded on foot toward the temple.
As the transports still in the air maintained their approach, the trap was suddenly sprung. The air was filled with turbolaser fire as the defenses came online and started trying to shoot down the ships. The supporting Starfighters quickly dove into action trying to bombard the defenses and return fire. While the remaining transports scrambled to avoid the incoming fire as they sought clear landing areas to unload their occupants.
Ifrit could feel the battle start to rage. Everything washing over him. Glimpses of the battle flashing by as the transport sought to drop lower to the ground and passed over firefights. He caught his breath then, as a turbolaser bolt tore through the upper right corner of the transport. Fire erupting almost immediately as the transport dropped from the air towards the ground. Smoke billowed forth from the craft as it impacted the canopy, sending scraps of twisted metal flying off. Leaving a trail of debris as it came apart.
Ifrit grabbed hold of his warglaives as he quickly spread his wings, catching a draft of air as the shuttle tore apart. Allowing him to safely escape the crash as the two halves impacted the ground moments later. The impact killing most of the occupants. With those that survived, dying in the proceeding explosions as the ruptured fuel tanks became unstable and erupted forth. Releasing the pent up energy.
Ifrit landed roughly upon the ground. Managing to maintain his balance as he looked off towards the temple and the burning wreckage that had been his ride down to the surface. His plan to land near Vasari and observe her had certainly gone out the window.
He took a moment to reach out with the Force. Searching for the Zabraks presence within the Force through the raging battle. Pushing aside everything else so as not to be distracted by it. Thankfully, the defending forces were too busy dealing with the forces they knew were alive, to bother searching the crashed wreckage for survivors
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Luxeria
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“Even the strongest mind can be manipulated. It’s simply a matter of finding its weakness.”
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Post by Luxeria on Jan 30, 2018 14:34:54 GMT -8
Luxeria gave a slightly agitated sigh as they passed through the atmosphere, the ride becoming slightly more turbulent. Military transport or not, there was little reason why the shields couldn't be ungraded further to allow for a far smoother ride. Most certainly it would make things better should they come into a cannon barrage to shoot them down whilst on approach. That was but her own theory, however. Ultimately, the notion was merely the richer, higher class mindset slipping itself into the new personality Luxeria had developed since her training had begun. Habits, it seemed, were hard to get over, especially the tiniest, most irrelevant ones.
In an instant, though, she felt both certain of the thought and regretted it as the reattained tranquil flight was once again tossed aside. Outside she could hear the sudden eruption of turbo laser fire, followed by the deafening echoes of exploding transports. The defense systems of the temple had be alerted and came alive to protect what the group considered a near vacant residence.
Slipping her hand from Vasari's, she released the clasp on her safety harness, rising swiftly to her feet, right hand bracing itself against the ceiling of the ship to hold her in place. Whatever came of them, she wanted to be ready to respond. Be it to disembark the very moment they landed to engage the ground-side enemy should there be any, or to even raise a defense around her and the Zabrak siting next to her so to survive in the ensuing rage of flames, it would be ensured the two Sith would make it out alive. She'd work to save the others, but time would be too short and her skill was nowhere near the level to project a Force Barrier at the front of the ship while in flight.
Shaking her head, she took in a deep breath followed by a quick release. “Well, I had hoped for a more challenging enemy. Seems they're starting out right.” She spoke casually, barely a hint of nervousness. She didn't know if Vasari would hear, but the words were more meant for herself. Already she could feel the blood beginning to pump through her at a quicker pace, excitement and anticipation slowly welling up within her. She did, however, turn to her friend for her next line, wanting her to know she was being spoken to. “Get ready. We unload the moment we touch down.”
She then proceeded towards the transport's loading ramp. The shaking was still intense but she could feel the craft slowing down. They were close. Pressing the latch that held the ramp in place, it began to lower as the door opened. The ground was but a few feet below them. Even from the rising door, she could make out the surge of orange, flames surrounding them from transports that didn't make it and turrets that had been blown apart by the escort fighters.
The very moment the ship seemed to stop, Luxeria moved forward, leaping straight out the first moment she got, her lightsaber flying into her hand as the purple blade sprung to life. At the first foothold, she began to spin, eyes taking in all she could. She wasn't about to walk into an ambush. She wasn't going to allow anyone to bring her down, but if this was to be her end, she wouldn't go down a panicked, unaware prey.
But in her spin and eventual stop, she saw nothing around them outside of the burning debris. Perhaps there were no forces to actually fight aside from the automated defenses. Either that or they hadn't had time to respond and send a detachment to intercept. Either way, they had time to regroup and prepare for their assault. Looking back to the transport, she waited for Vasari, wondering who all else made it to the surface.
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