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Post by Deleted on Nov 8, 2019 12:30:40 GMT -8
Kelam's eyes never left the Quarren before him as he spoke. With each line that was said, the man let his mind focus upon them, picking apart the details within them as he worked to formulate his decision. However, before much more could be said, his attention was directed from the being before him as he raised his hands and made mention of achieving his goals with an army as the newly crafted ship came to life and departed the docks.
Turning away, his eyes stayed fixed upon C'thyl for as long as possible until Kelam passed him by and made his way over to the viewport, taking in the site of the new vessel joining the fleet. He stood there in silence for a few moments before a deep chuckle could be heard within the Quarren's head. <<You have a thing for theatrics and timing, don't you?>>
A few more moments of silence fell across the room before Kelam turned slightly to eye the man once more. <<It is quite the crossroads, indeed. However, the choice is an easy one. My only need to strike you down where you stand and bring your dominion crashing into the waves of this world and back to the depths from which it came would come from you being the hinderance that stood before me. Currently, that is not the case.>> He then turned to face C'thyl fully. <<You are correct that my goals are more easily achieved with an army standing behind me. Not only that but once life has been erased, shepards will be needed in creating a guiding that new life. Something I cannot do alone. So while there may be a few differences between us and our goals, they are a minute detail in comparison to what can be achieved together.>> His eyes then focused hard upon the Prophet. <<Just know that I submit to no one.>>
His intense gaze remained for a bit longer before he turned to gaze upon the newest ship <<All worlds begin in darkness. And all so end. The heart is no different. Darkness sprouts within it, it grows, consumes it. Such is its nature. In the end, every heart returns to the darkness whence it came. As you see, darkness is the heart's true essence.
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Post by Prophet C'thyl on Nov 9, 2019 6:22:42 GMT -8
Whether the Prophet could approve of those words or not remained a mystery for the moment, as he simply listened to Kelam.
Given his next reaction though indicated that he wasn't displeased nor neither needed a further token of trust.
"If you have any desire for commanding a larger ship or need anything assigned troopwise, tell me and I will arrange it", he then answered simply as he looked outside to inspect the assembled armada, "Abraxin and Jabiim will be the systems, which we need to subdue. One in order to fill up the gaps of our army with Barabel mercenaries as we will sacrifice many souls for the great cause, the other to mine it down to its core. From there on Tund and the moons of Iego will await us, as the fundamental secrets of the true path will be found there. Other than that, we will destroy what opposes our path and subjugate those, who allign with our both visions."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 9, 2019 11:09:38 GMT -8
The common tongue for the meeting thus far, silence once again hung in the air. It was in Kelam's final claim that would make the final decision as to what path they'd follow. Staring out upon the watery world below them, he stood there calm, though prepared for any attack the Quarren would make against him. A small smirk rested on his face as he awaited the response, feeling out to interpret C'thyl's feelings.
Yet, such things proved unnecessary. As his senses reached the being behind him, the answer came. For the time being, it seemed as if they would join forces and Kelam would integrate himself into the Quarren Dominion. It would certainly be a strange sensation, working alongside others in such a capacity that weren't his own small chosen team. But if he wanted to even remotely get close to achieving his goal, he'd have to take this step. Turning to face the Prophet, his smirk remained. <<For now, I'll work with your forces with my own small team in the conquest of these worlds. If such a time arises that I feel I need my own command, I will let you know.>>
His head dropped through the smirked widened as he thought on the worlds they'd be claiming. Irony seemed to be at play in this scenario. Though he had been working at removing those of evil intent for decades, it was the events over Abraxin that ultimately led Kelam to this point. It was there in orbit they brought down a transfer of slaves and learned of the larger organization. It kept growing with each location they found, leading to a massive, galaxy-wide slave ring. He had been successful with the aid of others in taking it down. But it was in all of that the Kelam's mind shifted from simply removing evil and realizing that the darkness resided within all and thus had to be cut out at the source, ending all life effectively.
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Post by Prophet C'thyl on Mar 31, 2020 4:53:24 GMT -8
Dac.
A world of dreamers with open eyes lies dormant within the grand void.
Steel-clad Leviathans watchfully glee upon the infected planet, it's illness spreading slowly through society.
The Three Mouths keep them in check, tell their people they tamed the ancient beasts and promise them the golden coin,
on which lies dormant the Sleeper of N'kai.
Yet the mouths keep talking, their eyes closed to the veil of illusion,
for it is the one mind to place words onto their rotten tongue.
From the depths of the sunken cities, legions of tin men rise, soldiers of the elder wars reborn.
As their numbers grow, mindless slaves, crafted for battle, the sorcerers seek the key to replace those once fallen.
The horrors of the tides scream across the oceans,
as they hail towards the stars.
They seek the light like moths,
to engulf and extinquish it like dying flames.
This is the Way of the Dark!
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Post by Silas Darkstar on May 29, 2020 6:10:31 GMT -8
An Áurea-class Command Shuttle dropped out of hyperspace over the water planet world of Dac. Tover Mills exited his private office and made his way to the cockpit area where the co-pilot opened a comm line to the Orbital Control
Dac Orbital Control, this is Ambassador Tover Mills of the Solenbaran Diarchy. On behalf of the great Diarch's I request a meeting with the Triarchy of the Quarren Dominion.
With the message and request sent, Tover could only wait now for a response. Either they would welcome toe delegation or deny them. And if they were denied, Tover hoped it would simply be that they were sent away and none of the multitude of warships in orbit would be used to destroy them
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Post by Prophet C'thyl on May 29, 2020 7:06:59 GMT -8
An Áurea-class Command Shuttle dropped out of hyperspace over the water planet world of Dac. Tover Mills exited his private office and made his way to the cockpit area where the co-pilot opened a comm line to the Orbital ControlDac Orbital Control, this is Ambassador Tover Mills of the Solenbaran Diarchy. On behalf of the great Diarch's I request a meeting with the Triarchy of the Quarren Dominion.With the message and request sent, Tover could only wait now for a response. Either they would welcome toe delegation or deny them. And if they were denied, Tover hoped it would simply be that they were sent away and none of the multitude of warships in orbit would be used to destroy them
Tover Mills would realize that the meeting point would be unsurprisingly the old Senate building of the Galactic Alliance - the former gouvernment's seat of power. Coming into closer range of the atmosphere and thus getting a better look on the Mon Calamari Shipyards, Tover could see the construction of various dreadnaught ships, some even nearing the end process of their production line. For any Separatist warlord the sheer mass of these construction sites across the ring sections would probably have been a wet dream, judging that most of the ships were either tech from the Clone Wars or larger Mon Calamari cruisers. |
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Post by Prophet C'thyl on Aug 2, 2020 7:37:36 GMT -8
With the coming months after the battle of Jabiim's conclusion, the local citizens of Dac prosper from the Dominion's further expansion into other domains. Although protests from former Galactic Alliance members and supporters were organized, the fear of the Dominion's troopers putting these riots down by force would silence most of its critics, for the society shifted slowly into a state, where former workers were elevated into higher positions, while their jobs were now conducted by a slave workforce.
Watching carefully over this network and the constant shift in power, members of the Amphi-Hydrus society would coordinate actions, influencing the upper class, while replacing those individuals, which interfer with the Greater Plan.
Although gouvernment-facilities below Dac's surface don't face major problems, reports of an increase within dangerous wildlife among Dac's ocean seems to worry the more secluded regions of the oceans, speaking of mutated terrors ravaging the country-side. Dominion Troopers seemingly contain the damage, yet according to rumors among those, who disagree with the gouvernment, some of those settlements have vanished completely, indicating that this wasn't just the work of one regular ocean predator.
The dark waters of Mon Calamari have become more perilous and harsh.
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Post by Prophet C'thyl on Dec 3, 2020 2:47:01 GMT -8
The flight up was a short one. Omegon decided to take the risk of exiting his craft, and stomped down the boarding ramp, wondering what these organics thought of his aurodium-plated YVH droid form. He doubted droids figured highly in what most beings imagined in a herald of the gods. Still, it would be useful to examine the ship and its crew if nothing else.
A robed figure waited for Omegon and greeted him as he exited into the spacious hangar. He noted the droids and armoured troopers, and noded at the greeting.
::Take us to Mon Cala.:: Omegon ordered.
It would amuse Omegon to tour the ship, walking the halls and overseeing the crew and other inhabitants while the vessel took them from Endor to Mon Calamari.Prophet C'thyl
Once known as the Blue Pearl to many within the galaxy, now the heart of a rising black empire.
With recent battles concluded, the Mon Calamari Shipyards were full of capital ships, belonging to the Dominion with the massive Recusant-Class Dominion Dreadnaughts and the Interitus-Class Destroyers being the most prominent view among the otherwise dwarfed MC liners. Even the Providence-class cruiser on which Omegon was residing seemed tiny in comparison to these sleeping colossi, as the framework of the shipyards showed, that even more were in production line.
The Dominion was preparing for war.
Given the long time aboard the Pale Moray this wasn't a surprise though for Omegon, as the cultists provided him openly with information regarding their military activities as if it was nothing. Secret production facilities, details about droid factories, the training of the Dominion's troopers and the Sorcerer's plans to eventually clone these soldiers with the help of Spaarti cylinders and other means... even rumors about at least one Subjugator-class heavy cruiser in the services of the Dominion.
It was quite a lot of information and seeing all those ships within the dockyards confirmed at least that the cultists spoke regarding some of the aforementioned stuff the truth. However, what if all these informations were just the tip of the iceberg?
Passing by the two massive Bavos-II heavy-duty military space plattforms, the Providence-class cruiser would eventually rendezvous with another vessel of its kind, seemingly unimportant and not much more impressive than the vessel, which had escorted Omegon.
A dark presence emitted from the ship, almost radiating.
This was, where the Prophet resided.
"The Prophet resides aboard the Zatarus' wizard tower, oh Great One", one of the cultists eventually informed Omegon, as they approached C'Thyl's flagship,"He is already aware of your coming... though he was probably before we even found you."
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Post by Omegon on Dec 3, 2020 4:51:41 GMT -8
Omegon watched out a viewport as the capital ship that had brought him from Endor alighted in the Mon Calamari home system. A vessel situated beyond two large space platforms seemed to be their destination.
Soon enough, this was confirmed by a robed organic, who informed Omegon of their imminent arrival.
::Good.:: The YVH Droid body carried Omegon through the ship to the nearest docking port. Waiting for the ships to lock together took only moments, and he followed the route to the tower aboard the other vessel. Upon exiting the turbolift, he walked slowly into the room.
::I am expected.:: The droid said in a deep, patrician voice with an accent reminiscent of the nobility on the world of Serenno.Prophet C'thyl
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Post by Prophet C'thyl on Dec 3, 2020 5:38:19 GMT -8
Flanked by seven droid-like entities, a robed figure sat on a chair, turning eventually around as the YVH droid entered the room of the Wizard's tower, the communication array tower of the Zatarus. On his way down the stairs, Omegon would see a few installations nearby, which were utilized to check on the sensor arrays and communication relais aboard the ship. From here the Prophet could freely overlook the battlefield as the tower had a 180° field of view towards the outside.
Although the guards around the Prophet looked like droids at first glance, Omegon realized that these beings were only partial machines.
Humanoids - and from some even brief particles of the Force could be felt.
With his mutant face revealed, the Prophet emerged from his seat, as the Shard-fused-droid approached him.
"Welcome aboard the Zatarus, Omegon", the Quarren Sorcerer greeted him, as if they wouldn't meet for the first time, "WE are glad to welcome you within OUR fold, for WE know the answers you might seek."
Although the voice of the Prophet was his own, there was a brief reverb within it, as if an echo from someone else could be heard within it. Whoever- or whatever C'Thyl was, it seemed like the being spoke not only on their own behalf, just as if it represented the many gods, it was supposed to herald.
Perhaps the first signs of a powerful force user's madness, perhaps something more sinister...
Otherwise as his voice indicated though the Prophet spoke calm and reasonable, mystic but yet understandable even for a non-Quarren.
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Post by Omegon on Dec 3, 2020 5:58:10 GMT -8
Omegon advanced into the room towards the being. He could feel the droids around him in the Force, not as droids, as pure energy, but as living beings. Some form of cyborg, perhaps, it calculated.
The name. How? Omegon had been certain that no being yet knew the name it had chosen for itself. It had not shared that name with any being, nor was it recorded anywhere Omegon had strode through the HoloNET. Omegon paused for a full second, which to it, was almost an eternity, such was the shock. To an organic, it would seem to have not been stopped at all, but a Forceful being might have sensed something. Omegon was.. impressed.
::Thankyou.:: Manners seemed appropriate, and even a degree of.. respect? Fear? A little of both? Omegon was unfamiliar with emotion, and it found it difficult to place each emotion into a single category, when and if they were felt by it. Understanding this emotion that all living beings possessed was confusing and confounding to Omegon.
Omegon halted a respectful distance of several meters away.
::I wish to learn more.:: The truth. Omegon didn't offer service, though it was certainly willing to apprentice itself to this being should that opportunity for further knowledge present itself. It would kneel if that was required of it. It could FEEL the Dark Side here. This felt, right? Correct? Omegon couldn't quantify the source of the information. Was this the Force?Prophet C'thyl
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Post by Prophet C'thyl on Dec 5, 2020 5:29:49 GMT -8
An unsettleing pause followed as C'Thyl had heard Omegon's plea. The dark eyes of the Prophet rested upon the machine briefly, before he turned around, where in the distance the dark cosmos could be seen. The vacuum that surrounded them.
"All life within the universe is destined to get consumed by entropy", the Quarren Sorcerer eventually explained, "The truth is, that we are all bound to a prison, shells, that keep us from reaching our true potential, a system bestowed on all of us, that lets us suffer continiously. Life in itself is torture, to which we will all succumb eventually. Myself and you included, for nothing lasts forever."
Another pause followed, as he turned back towards the shard.
"OUR concepts might not necessarily appeal to anyone, for there is a reason, that we do not follow the doctrines of the Sith", C'Thyl then explained, "I can teach you the ways of the Force, as you might call it, for us followers of the Dark the Dark is our term towards the Force. You will learn our doctrines, expierience the Rhandite philosophies and might understand some day that one truth, that I just told you.
It is a truth, which most of the Jedi and the Sith deny, for their philosophies wouldn't allow it, as they cling too much to their power,
think that building up an everlasting empire or realm on their own will make them memorable and perhaps even immortal.
See where most of them are now.
The Eternal Empire of Zakuul is the best example to where this hybris can lead. Once a glorious realm with the strongest armada at its time... now forgotten and only a shadow of what it once was.
For nothing is eternal.
Even the universe itself."Omegon
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Post by Omegon on Dec 7, 2020 7:24:14 GMT -8
"Nothing is eternal.
Even the universe itself."
The Quarren Sorceror spoke truly, and it was from he that Omegon must learn. It was the will of the Force as Omegon knew it to be. Omegon felt desire, it wanted power, it wanted influence, it wanted to express its will as the Dark side could and did, and he would be its vessel in this existence.
The Shard in the YVH Droid body knelt before the organic being who commanded the Dominion.
I pledge myself to your instruction. Master.
Omegon did the one thing it had sworn since emancipation it would never do, willingly and fully submit itself to the will of another. The will of the Dark Side had transmuted Omegon into a being who could and would accept abiding submission in order to explore the darkness.
On one knee, Omegon waited for permission to raise its photoreceptors from the floor.
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Post by Prophet C'thyl on Dec 12, 2020 4:56:55 GMT -8
C'Thyl eyed Omegon for a brief second, before he acknowledged the gesture.
"I accept your servitude, but I do not require your submission towards me", the Sorcerer replied calm, giving the Shard the notion to rise, before gesturing towards his personal bodyguard, "Those, who serve, are always recognizable as those, for they have no higher purpose within the grand scheme. These Sentinels were once force users, Je'daii and Sith alike. They made not only the mistake of trying to interfere with my plans, but as well to survive it. Now they are mindless puppets to my will, the Nihil smokestone emitters within their heads keeping them functional.
Pawns of the Rhandite tradtion made reality."
The robed beings showed no emotion at all, given the iron husks atop her head, where only the red faint glow of something was indicating, that there was something active within these beings. To think that some of them, if not all, were once powerful force users were hard to imagine. Yet the hidden lightsaber hilts at some of their belts revealed the insane nature behind these beings.
Apparently these lacked the potential, which the Prophet was seeking.
"You on the other hand have a purpose", C'Thyl continiued on calm as if the previous revelation was nothing, "Not many lifeforms have a better understanding of droids and machines than the rest of the galaxy, as they are not dependent on them or lack the vision to utilize them correctly. Your knowledge and your previous attempts to enslave organic beings by the means of technology make you valueable and unique, when it comes of bringing chaos towards the galaxy.
What I can teach you, will perfect your knowledge, enhance you, improve you. And then, you will realize your role within the architecture of the Grand Plan, for you will become another chosen architect within its whole complexity."
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Post by Prophet C'thyl on Nov 28, 2021 6:26:45 GMT -8
Patrols of single Recusant-line ships continiue on within Mon Calamari's orbit, as productivity within the dockyards is still maintained.
Even within the absence of the main fleet. As usual the two Bavos-II heavy-duty military space plattforms were maintained, screening the orbit of the planet for any potential threats, while military reinforcements from new regiments of conscripts were brought onto the stations.
Overall the silence of space reflected well the dim-lighted atmosphere of the space port and it's treacherous safety.
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Post by Esthh Krazhmir on Mar 22, 2023 13:17:32 GMT -8
A Yuuzhan Vong transport dropped out of hyperspace and moved towards the planet. The pilot noted that the place didn’t seem to be what it used to be. The shipyards were still there, but the traffic seemed to have slowed considerably from its peak trading times. The transport quickly lined up and headed into the atmosphere, heading for one of the cities.
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Post by Esthh Krazhmir on Mar 22, 2023 13:19:52 GMT -8
The Yuuzhan Vong transport climbed out of the atmosphere, moved to a safe distance and jumped to hyperspace.
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