Turlon
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Post by Turlon on Jan 13, 2017 12:53:54 GMT -8
Turlon guided his ship down from orbit, cruising through the atmosphere, navigating by feel, drawn to the darkside like a magnet. He headed towards the growing power of darkness and laughed aloud when he recognized it's source.
"Ahahaaa Brimmy I knew we'd meet up soon enough."
His ship brought him to the outskirts of Harnaidan, when it began to spout and sputter. A small trail of smoke began to leak out the side.
“Fuuuuckkkkk, this is what you get for not replacing the backup engine, or the main engine..Ship how long have we been flying on the emergency engine anyway?”
The ship was about to respond when more warning lights and error messages interrupted it. The ship’s bow began to dip, with Turlon instinctively pulling upwards on the controls milliseconds before the starship even began to decline.
“Oh no you don’t! Cmooooon!!”
He said, white-knuckle gripping the controls trying to throttle upwards. The ship stopped its decline, but it didn’t readjust back up. Speeding faster and faster towards the ground.
“This is bullshiiittt what the hell?!”
Turlon dipped into his anger and allowed it to fill his mind and spirit. He wrapped it around his aura and then expanded it until surrounded the ship. He concentrated on the front of the ship, lifting it up while keeping it as steady as he could.
He wasn’t even worried about his well-being, he could have just as easily jumped out of the ship and at his current height would have no problems. But it was the principle of it. He knew his ship could do it.
Finally, when he was nearing the ground he reversed all his thrusters at 100% to reduce speed and focused his full attention on keeping the starship straight, and pulling it back to reduce its velocity. At the last moment he pushed all remaining power to the thrusters, to 150% capacity. With a noticeable lurch the ship slowed a considerable amount before the ships power completely died out and various plumes of smoke spouted from the ship.
ScCCCCRRRCH SCCHHRRRRRCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH SCHRHCHrrrrrcHHHEEEECHHHRRHRHHREEEECHHHCHHCCHHH
The ship skipped on the ground like a pebble on water a couple times before loudly grinding into the earth. Just entering the outskirts of Harnaidan as it skidded to a halt, with locals jumping out of the way at the last second. Finally, the rusty mismatch of a starship came to a stop.
“Like a glovee!”
Turlon exclaimed.
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Turlon
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Post by Turlon on Jan 13, 2017 18:59:44 GMT -8
The cockpit hatch popped open with a little shove from the force. Turlon casually leaped out and emerged from the billows of smoke surrounding his ship. A small crowd had gathered around the crashed starship and they all stared at Turlon. He glanced them over quickly, determined none of them were Brimstone and then just shrugged at them. He looked back at his ship, tracing the trail of damage it left in its wake.
“Ehhhh that’s not so bad, you guys are lucky, it could have been a lot worse. Anywaysss..did anyone see a guy name brimstone? Tall, bald, black dude? Always changing his name? Rambling about philosophies and magic and whatnot? No? Okayyyy peace!”
He said as he took off with a sprint, leaving those watching more confused than when he started talking. He sprinted until he no longer heard any commotion in the background and then slowed down his pace. Taking in the scenery and analyzing the planet and it's Force Signature.
After a while, he seemed to lose track of where he was headed..where was he headed?
“Hmm seems I lost my way…maybe I should go…”
He turned around and grinned when he saw the bar known as “The Way”.
“Bingo”
Darth Talon masked himself from the force and entered the bar. It seemed like your typical shady, black-market, ruffian hangout. His eyes flicked to a booth in the back corner, where someone was seated with a whisky.
Pulling a hood over his head, and masking his voice, he sat down in the booth across from Lord Brimstone Saber Windu.
“Hey bud? You mind if I sit here? I got this blister on my foot and its just been Killlinnnggg meee! Here what do you think?”
Turlon said as he began to take off his shoe.
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Post by Ghôsh Windu on Jan 13, 2017 19:51:59 GMT -8
*Darth Seth snapped his fingers and the bar started to clear out with many heading to the 2nd floor and a few outside, only the bartender, the waitress, and the black mask bounty hunter to the right smoking a cigar remained, Darth seth then removed the mask that covered the bottom half of his face, but not his hood. the Dark side pulsed, as Darth Seth sighed and rubbed his temple *
Turlon,blister come from sleeping with the furry friend of yours , and I don't understand why you just wont get a new ship, this is what its 100th crash landing?,...
*Darth Seth pulled out a leather case out of his left chest pocket, opened it with the force pulling out two rolled wookiee leafs, one flouted down to the tabled as the other was lit with a match before Darth seth took a deep pull and past it to Turlon, and sipped his whisky, *
I am going by the name Darth Seth now, I will bring Brimstone back when we take back Kashyyyk, for now i join the 1st order, there leader has potential, and it positions us to do what we do best raid train and build civilizations, the way of the KS is going on a roadshow ,...
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Turlon
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Post by Turlon on Jan 13, 2017 22:17:23 GMT -8
He thought of his furry loveable, giant, Kashyyk Bantha, Menshin. He was quite strong for a bantha and even had mild force sensitivity. Unfortunately Turlon had to leave him behind for this adventure..too much bantha poodoo for his taste.
“Nahh that doesn’t even make sense, he’s pretty clean for a bantha too. And depends on what your definition is , this one consisted of a lot more landing than crash if I do say so myself.”
Turlon unmasked his voice as he reached out and grabbed the rolled leaf. He let it slide under his nose as he inhaled the scent.
“Hmmmm the leaf masks the smell a bit buttt…marcan herbs right? I like pretty much ran out! Thank the darkness I found I ‘bumped’ into you!..Darth Seth…like the holo actor Seth Rogaan?.. Okay Darth Rogaan..err Seth. Ahaheheheheehe!”
He admired his supreme humor and brought the leaf to his lips. Breathing in and slowly exhaling the smoke as watched the clouds whisping up and away.
“Hmmm…First Order me a drink I say!..Hahaa..
Okay if that’s what you think is best, I don’t really follow politics these days..or any days. And yess we must train, so we can raid, so we can destroy, and thus create.
Also, wohooo road trip!”
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Post by Ghôsh Windu on Jan 16, 2017 10:07:06 GMT -8
*Darth Seth signaled the waitress to bring another round of drinks, he could not help but laugh at Turlons mannerisms, on the notion of politics it was true his daughter was much better in the department but Turlon was better at forming military bonds, which was much more useful to their current military environment, yet he was reminded this was not the shadowlands, this was the imperial way of life, a strict military code, whose objective was to bring stability and order to a divided and wild universe, here they would build the underground network of Dark Side users and Sith Warriors, who will thrive in both the dark corners and the highest offices the universe had to offer, the waitress walked over and put down a triple shot of whisky for both Turlon and Darth Seth before waiting for Turlons order *
more landing then crashing you say, i swear the you will miss out on the glory of a battlefield death because of a crash landing.
*as the waitress leaves to get Turlons drink, Dark Seth sits back and looks Turlon over *
My heart longs for Kashyyyk My Son of Darkness Blood and War, but the DarkSide is having a sort of rebirth here in the first order, it is crucial that our KS philosophies thrive in the training of a new Generation so they do not repeat the mistakes of the past, at the same time we must see to our mission , which 1st we must build up our fleet and troop resources, i am thinking a few raids to brush the rust of you, also maybe a shower, next establishing safe houses threw out the universe to be use to make worlds soft for 1st order invasions while finding all the force sensitives living in imperial domain....
*Darth Seth paused and took a sip of his drink, his senses heightened by both his genetics and the force *
what have you been up too since i last saw you have a strange smell about you
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Turlon
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Post by Turlon on Jan 17, 2017 14:44:44 GMT -8
“Haha never! My crashes improve each time! I’m starting to learn some tricks now too. And a battlefield death is nothing. If I go I’m taking the entire galaxy with me! Eh? Cheers to that!”
He said as he bounced his shot glass off of Brimstone and instantly downed it.
“Alright you can bring me a refill of that and….a chocolate milk.”
Turlon said with a smirk. He took another draw from the wookie leaf wrap and then tossed it through the air to Brimstone.
“Ah yes I have only fleetingly visited Kashyyyk the past couple of years. But yes I agree, we must build our fleet and troops back up, I still have a few stashed away. The KS will be reborn stronger than it has in decades I can feel it. Raids, Safe Houses, these are all good things and I must meditate on our Ultimate Plan…And ultimately I do plan..to take a shower. Hehe “
Turlon said as he scratched his stubbly beard and pulled back his hood. He looked relatively the same as he always had, only looking slightly older, as if years were months. As if time only had half of a grip on his soul. His dark brown hair had been shaved close on the sides and back while it had grown long on top and was slicked back with his natural hair oils. Due to diluted Miraluka blood, his left eye as usual was slightly duller than his right, but they both held the same intensity within Darth Talon’s gaze. His eyes were cheerful in seeing his old mentor and friend. But beneath the form of his cheerful eyes there was something more serious, a knowing or greater understanding of what was and what is to come.
“I’ve been having my share of adventures. Exploring random parts of the galaxy, watching the holonet a little more than I should..I might have another child in the galaxy actually..I still wonder happened to my first one?..It was as if she disappeared from my life as quickly as she appeared..Oh well..it matters not…right now at least..What else? Hmmm I tightroped over lava on a planet with immense gravitational pull. Lived with a pack aquatic wolf like creatures for a month..The whole breathing part was annoying..and how my skin was perma pruned..but going to the bathroom was a breeze! I made a few allies, killed a few Jedi, disarmed a few fake Sith..literally hahaa..And well..
Ultimately trying to learn about myself and ultimately the force, its nature, the illusion of light, and the light born of darkness."
He said as he looked into the eyes of Saber.
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Post by Ghôsh Windu on Jan 19, 2017 4:37:01 GMT -8
* Darth Seth downed his shot after the toast, the waitress took Turlons order , Darth seth used the force to catch the leaf wrap in mid air and bring it to his lips for a pull only to leave it flouting not to far from the side of his face in the air , he almost laughed with a lung full of smoke at Turlons ultimate plan to take a shower, *
the body is a weapon, like you always clean your sword before putting it away the body is much the same, the force flows better with open pores, ...
*Darth Seth , no Lord Lor Pelek Brimstone looked Turlon oven with his eyes and the force , even tho Turlon was not of his own blood, he loved him like a son, and was proud of the man who had once been a boy that sat before him. Brimstone removed his own hood, revealing that he had grown a fro hawk, and now had a goatee , his eyes before were black with a gold ring separating the white from the black, his eyes where now the color of dried blood, for a moment that sat in silence looking each other over, Monsters in the flesh of men, this was good moment both could feel the force rejoiced at the blood they would soon spill together, at the expanding darkness, as there eyes locked the reforge and refreshed there connection in the force. as Turlon broke the silence, Brimstone started to compare his new reading of Talon in the force with the last one, he had watch his energy grown like water poured into a side walked full of cracks, his power had filled all the cracks now and he himself was now filling up, the black core of his being was starting its fusion reaction and in many ways it was past time yet this was the right time*
you've had a eventful round about , pushed your limits , planted a new seed. congratulations, children are our secret weapon as KS, we eat and reproduce because that is the fundamental goal of all life, most importantly the midichlorians, my 1st daughters i had in secret with a Jedi, in my youth my passion burned hot, and the jedi witch took and hid my children away, she was a fool for the darkside is one with my blood and my seed, as it with you the shadowlands have never left you.you have meet Shainex and Jade, and know i did not find them they found me and the eldest took up her birthright ,this sets us up for your next lesson, children sensitive to the force are like relay satellites for force user parents, as father or mother you are a home base, your signal is alway calling them home or sending them warnings of dangers to there person, the midichlorians in their body where once in you or born from the ones still in you, this is the genetic bond as i call it and the energy of this bound creats highways for the force to move freely across time and space, one ablity that comes from lessons is you can teach your children in their dreams regardless of if you have meet them or not,
*Darth Seth took another pull of the leaf wrap before he used the force and produced a 7 sided pyramid holocron to Darth Talon from his robes, each side alternated from black with gold engravings to Gold with black engravings , a very Dark Red force crystal was its point, on its base was an engraved map of the Kashyyyk solar system, but if one look long enough they would noticed the the half globe indent that represented planets were moving and the place where the sun should be was filled with a black force crystal that felt warm to the touch, even with all the engraving each side felt smooth as if made of a single piece of glass, light did not reflect off the surface and altho the gold was shiny if never mimicked a reflection, *
"Darkness is at the heart of every star,let it be known light is but a creation of Darkness, Passion over Peace, for only Broken chains lead to Freedom " *Darth Seth read the engraving on the base that went around the mock solor system *...This Holocron i have made for you, at first to help you with learning more on mystic forces, and merging force crystals into blade of a weapon, using the same technique on bullets with crystal shavings , but now it will also train you more on using the genetic bond so, over time your children will be drawn to you,
*there were much deeper reasons for Brimstone giving this Holocron to Darth Talon, part father giving his son a new sword, part Knowledge must not be lost, and Part Sith Lord seeing what power Talon would amass with it, Brimstone did not care if Talon one day killed him with this knowledge, it truly excited him, in this moment the force was free with time and space for he could smell blood mixed with sweat, feel the cool night air and hear the humming of Talons lightsabers clashing with his own, the intensity of emotions thick but most delicious , but there was also the image of him old standing behind Talon the Darth Warlord as an advisor, as he addressed his armies to victory, the faces of his descendants in the crowd , covered in blood, world's on fire, Beware the Talons of The Darth he could see a ragged Jedi telling a dirty young one before the young one with Talons eyes cut the Jedi neck from ear to ear, Brimstone did enjoy the duel possibilities, but the future is made in the moment and thus he refocused resuming the brief pause *
altho you are going to need to have some more children for it to be most effective
the waitress returned and sat a chocolate milk down for Turlon
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Turlon
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Post by Turlon on Jan 19, 2017 22:38:46 GMT -8
“”The Force flows better with open pores”..ah yes let me schedule you for your next Neutrogena commercial.”
He had said with a smirk . Brimstone looked pretty much the same as usual even with the new do’. He had noticed the change of eyes and began to think of the multiple possible reasons and consequences of this. But stowed away the thoughts to be reconsidered later when he could meditate on what he had learned.
Talon tried to examine his old friend with his limited Force Vision. Brimstones aura in the force was relatively the same, but then again, it had always been ever-changing. If he focused hard enough, and squinted his left eye, Talon could kind of see the force radiating off of his Brother in Darkness. A swirl of darkness exploding with vibrant energies that it could barely draw back within itself, flashes of red and purple tinted with blue sparked from the center of his mass. Due to his diluted Miraluka genes, what he could see was actually rather dull color, really. He had more of Force Dog -Vision rather than Force Vision he humorously thought to himself.
Turlon unfocused his mind and vision and returned his attention back to Darth Seth as he spoke of his first-borns and their circumstances. Turlon was intrigued when Saber told him that his first children’s mother was a Jedi. He thought of Shainex and Syren, and then to how he too himself was the result of Sith and Jedi mingling. Born from a storm of Darkness and light, the Eye of the Force Storm.
At least that’s what he liked to tell himself. He had assumed there would be force bonds between parent and child, genetically and through midichlorians at the very least. But as he learned every day, there was still much more to learn. He thought of how this bond differed and was similar to those bound by the force after meeting. Through rituals, Sith Magic, mystical tattoos and objects, constant proximity, ect
Turlon pondered these things as Brimstone brought out the holocron engraved in black and gold. Of course Talon instantly knew what it was. The real question is if he would ever be able to uncover all of its secrets..and expand upon them. He continued to examine the holocron in his hand as Brimstone continued to speak. With his fingers tracing over the engraved map of Kashyyyk’s solar system Talon bowed his head.
“I thank you for this my lord. Through this I shall make sure our cause becomes stronger than ever..And bullets with shards of chrystals you say? Interesting, we must speak more on that later, alonbg with a great many other things I imagine. Also, this genetic bond you speak of does interest me, I will definitely have to study this further…and more kids?? Hmmm perhaps….....But tell me now. What’s our first immediate step?”
He asked as the waitress brought him his chocolate milk. He took a sip and then before Brimstone could speak, quickly added.
“You gonna pass that?”
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Post by Ghôsh Windu on Jan 21, 2017 2:04:09 GMT -8
*Darth Seth, could not help but be brought back to his first meeting with Turlon, long ago deep in the shadowlands, a wild boy riding a bantha strong with the force in a unique way,the coming storm was the vision he remembered having in that moment, of armies being drawn into the sky as food for a lighting, but as JEN'ARI of Kashyyyk Academy even longer before that , his specialty had been training such individuals,to the point of making it a study for his library overtime,for he himself had been shaped by the primal nature of the force since he was in the womb in could instantly see aspects of himself in the boy, this held true in this moment with the man. Darth Seth flouted the Wrap over to Darth Talon, as he sipped his whisky, he watch Turlon as he spoke his acceptances of his new weapon A Holocron of Darth Brimstone Pharaoh of Kashyyyk , and the promise of power in the new lessons he could still learn from this old man, if there was one secret to staying a live as a Sith it was always have new things to teach, your peak as a master becomes an obstacle to be destroyed by the apprentice, a lesson Darth Talon will learn in time*
Study to show thyself approved Darth Talon, you know how much i enjoy seeing you exceed my expectations, which are already high
*Darth Seth Stood up with his drink, in his hand as he laughed at his pun before taking another sip and pulling out a floating holo ball, which produced the seal of the first order *
The 1st step has been took we joined the First Order, step 2 is to make ourselves useful, i will need to introduce you to the Supreme Commander, i am thinking as Warlord , for he is in need of good Generals but i need to rebuild my fleets, and what is your current fleet situation? currently i have two Venator-class Star Destroyer, and one is missing with my son Blade, the other is over Adumar in wild space with my brother in law Kane, i have sent my sister to conquer the largest kingdom on the planet Cartann, there we will manufacture weapons like Blastswords for the First Order and to sell to help start civil wars on Plants tobe conquered. We need to raid a few worlds and build of our resources such as force sensitive children. In many ways Kashyyyk will be but an egg that we hatched from for We shall build a sith people who live among the ranks and leadership of the First Order, The Supreme Commander is not Force sensitive,yet he is a magnet to the sensitive for he is surrounded by both Imperial Knights, the Knights of Ren, a few Jedi with mixed allegiances, and We are the Sith in this Mix, thus our role must be different than the rest, the Imperial Knights Protect him, The Knights of Ren act in a military capacity yet they are both separate and a part of from the First Order , the Commander is both patron and president for he approves missions but his word is not need for them to do what they want, We Sith will help The Supreme Commander rule this Empire, we shall tend to the his flock his people, the life blood of the Empire with food, education and wealth the foundations of free and civilized beings, the path way to the rivers of pleasure order and stability bring, will supply spectacles and entertainment like they have never seen before, thus we Sith will insure the people of Imperial space are raised to be loyal, like we did with the wookiees on Kashyyyk , we shall show the people on each unique plant the true form of their potential be it as warrior or scholar, all will Know Peace is a Lie , that there is only Passion and this philosophy will break your chains and set you free.
*RED sparks crackled around the room as Darth Seth become excited with the end of his briefing for Darth Talon,*
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Turlon
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Post by Turlon on Jan 27, 2017 15:30:44 GMT -8
Talon grasped the wrap tenderly through the force, and brought it to his lips as he inhaled, considering Brimstone’s words as the smoke rushed deeply into his lungs.
“I will continue to prove myself worthy as always, and continue to exceed my expectations even though they are infinite. This 1st Order seems like a proper path to continue our legacy onwards. Of course all plans seem to have plans of their own, but I will see with mine own eyes what this First Order is all about, and where their path leads.
I will meet this Supreme Commander myself, and if I like the cut of his jib, shall be his Warlord. Can the First Order not help supply our fleets, if we are going to be the ones doing their darkest work? Seems fair to me..
I will have to go over the numbers..my pride and joy, double plated, custom modified, Venator Star Destroyer, “Talons of the Hawk”..He sighed...went down defending Kashyyyk under the last attack. It was front of the line and was overwhelmed. When it was clear the Venator was going down, my fleet made the jump to hyperspace while waiting for further orders.
I believe I still have a few Star Destroyers, although none are even close to my old Venator. Along with some Frigates, Cruisers, Support ships, and a couple Starfighters..
Definitely enough for an easy raid to shake off the rust, if necessary."
Talon smirked and his left eye glowed a dull red as the sparks of red surrounded them.
“Yes, we shall bring forth a new era. Kashyyyk was practice, we commanded, maintained, and then grew. But you can only grow so much in a small tank. We shall leave the sandbox and take our toys for the whole galaxy to witness..hehe..”
He chuckled as he passed the leaf wrap back to Saber.
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Post by Ghôsh Windu on Jan 27, 2017 16:48:59 GMT -8
*Darth Seth stroked his chin hair as he ran the numbers on their available resources, while a raid seemed fun it was not a wise move without good planning . Talons meeting with the Supreme Command was important but he did not the have the Fleet to be immediately effective, but then there was Adumar, there people were renowned star fighters and they had the factories to produce star fighters, Darth Seth tooked the wrap out the air ashing it on the tabled before taking a pull,*
The lose of Talons of the Hawk is significant enough to alter my original calculations, assemble the rest of your fleet in wild space over the planet of Adumar , I want you to send an agent to buy or acquire by any means the starfighters factories on the planet , My Sister Azaia is currently working on become the ruler of Cartann, this will supply the pilots, I will design a new swarm style of fighting, two nice size destroyers and a swarm of star fighters as reinforcements to fleets engaged in battles seems highly likely to turn the tides of battle or ensure victory,
*Darth Seth took another pull of the wrap before continuing*
while i will still introduce you as a Sith Warlord i will it explain it to mean you skills are best used on the battlefield, but your a good spy and lead forces in a most efficient way, high moral in his troops and low casualties, at the same time I will present to him a new education initiative i have for imperial space, then we shall ask him where he has need of you before seeking information needed to rebuild our fleets, and take it from there, until then you can take up residence in Dome I had built for the Sith who would join the First Order, there we will plan our raid...but 1st I took the name Seth which in order is the Rank in our Order below Pharaoh, and now i am giving you the title of warlord the rank under Seth, but don't forget this is only only a surface thing thus why i have taken up this mask, while you do not need to do the same, when must now be more cunning than we have displayed in the past,since we no longer have of loyal planet of wookiees, we are reBranding our teachings as "KSKA the Dark Heart" a training of the Mind, Body, and Soul or the Darksiders balance of the wild "the KS" and the Civilized "the KA," only we will know what KS and KA stand for, hidden but not forgotten as we evolve as life forms must .
*A group of Sith Witches dressed like bounty hunters came out the back with a rack of clothes, cases of weapons from brimstones forge, force infused rings, necklaces, bracelets and earrings, Darth Seth flouted the Wrap back over to talon after taking a final pull *
I set you Seth Talon and myself Pharaoh Brimstone of the KSKA to the sacred purpose of rebuilding our people, we will set ourselves to the task of collecting force sensitive children at once, some we will train here in the Dome other we will train on Adumar, which brings me to this as we leave the Sandbox what will be the new you for this area?
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Post by Electrix on Jan 28, 2017 11:19:28 GMT -8
A voice enters, but only Windu can hear it.
Windu...
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Post by Ghôsh Windu on Jan 28, 2017 19:50:55 GMT -8
A voice enters, but only Windu can hear it.Windu... |
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Post by Electrix on Jan 29, 2017 13:16:42 GMT -8
A Drink? I owe you so much more...
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Post by Ghôsh Windu on Feb 2, 2017 12:11:03 GMT -8
*Darth Seth rolled his eyes he was getting old this KS member connecting with him was not the person he thought, in many ways this only showed how far spread the teaching of KA where , he put on his mask that covered the lower half of his face leaving his eyes exposed,*
i have been teaching sith and dark side users for a long time so will have to refresh my memory as to our history,i can tell you are of the ritual of the Kashyyyk SIth for my blood runs in your veins, yet your technique is that of Seth James, so i am assuming you are one of the KSO, still holding a grudge from being used as pawns in James money laundering scheme with my money?
*Darth Seth Looked down to Talon and tossed him an access card *
once your washed and changed join me in the Dome,the past my still need sorting , this is your access card, and a speeder is outside for you
*Darth Seth Pulled his Hood over his head and head to the door the plain clothes guard sitting in the corner got up and flanked him, as the other Guard joined as he walked out the door. outside the street was filled strange speeders most customizes and Bounty hunters placing bets , Darth Seth and his two Guards got on there speeders, and the 3 took off heading back to the ISC.
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Turlon
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Post by Turlon on Feb 2, 2017 13:24:00 GMT -8
Turlon gazed off into the distance as he listened to Brimstone’s words and began to analyze the possible ways he would be able to acquire those factories on Adumar. And then he tried to imagine his brother in darkness’s new style of Ship fighting. His battle knowledge and experience was mostly in ground based attacks and fights. He wasn’t sure how much of an edge this style would lend. But Talon was sure that Saber had been working on intergalactic fleet battles for decades if not more. He would trust in his judgement and meditate on what he had learned later
“To Adumar you say? Very well, I’ll send my fleet along with Darth Fang. We’ll have those factories spitting out Starfighters in no time at all.”
Darth Talon knelt down as Brimstone appointed him Seth Warlord. Feeling the dark energies expand and swirl as it condensed around the bar.
A wave of nostalgia swept thru his mind and body as he saw himself as a young teen kneeling before Brimstone, being given the title of 'Darth Talon'. The cup of red flowing down his throat as the bond between Saber and Turlon was formed and cemented in the Force for eternity. Another flash of memory as him and his co-apprentice Darth Electrix were given the rank of Khopesh. The memories came more rapidly after that. A young girl named Sarisa Stormro, as a fellow apprentice under Brimstone, Darth Talon's first meeting with the most Infamous Sith of the Galaxy, Darth Feral, how he had glided across the old training grounds and analyzed Turlon’s strength, a Sith Tattoo being mystically engraved onto his flesh, Being given the rank of Warlord under the Old Kashyyyk Sith, the rank of Headmaster of Kashyyyk Sith. The various apprentice’s that had pledged their fealty to him and the Kashyyyk Sith..
Turlon stood up as he pondered Everything. Scratching his cheek as he scrutinized the force infused jewlery."The new me huh? Well.. it's pretty much the old me with a few new bells and whistles..so....hmmm..I guess I could useeee.." He picked up a necklace which had been studded with several force infused chrystals, encased in a emblem made of songsteel, in the jagged shape of half a heart. He fastened the necklace around his neck and then accepted the card from Brimstone.
"Hmmm yes, this'll do...and maybe I could use a few backups as well..Thank you my lord, I'll be right behind ya."
He said as Brimstone handed him the access card and begin to walk off. Turlon then grabbed a handful of random jewelry and shoved it into his pocket. He looked around the room once more as he slowly puffed on the now small marcan herb leaf wrap, before finally heading out the door to follow after Brimstone.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Dec 17, 2017 19:11:31 GMT -8
For a moment, Nicademus stood quietly, gazing upon this small guard that was present, which existed all the way to the steps that led upward to a platform constructed along with the establishment of the rest of the immense complex. Up there, he had proclaimed the First Order and a new age of Imperialism from atop that place. Now, today, he once more made his way to gaze upon a hundred thousand Stormtroopers and many more of citizens who had come to witness a great event. The Imperial still did not move as his mind wandered a bit, recalling when Nicademus was a simple security officer, with little life beyond Eriadu City.
Slowly he took five steps forward, his mind thinking of when he abandoned Eriadu, feeling the call of the galaxy around him. The stars beckoned and whispered. At first, they were inaudible, just whispers and unknown words. Now, Nicademus knew they were destiny calling to him.
Slowly, ten more steps were taken. His mind now recalled when he came to the Deep Core, to the Imperial Remnant that resided there. He stepped forth as a self-proclaimed leader. He proved himself in battle, in diplomacy, and in leadership. Those who witnessed his abilities made Nicademus their leader, their head of state, their Supreme Commander.
Some more steps, he was past the halfway point and moving up the stairs. Nicademus joined the Galactic Empire, under Lord Sinistra, only to learn it was a dying man, clinging to old and outdated ideologies. He tried to keep it alive but knew it was best to kill it. After that, he took loyal forces and came to the Outer Rim. Destiny beckoned him there.
The steps seemed to take forever, but his mind ensured the time was short. Nicademus recalled the starting events that drove the First Order into existence. The assassination attempts by his own Knights and by the InterGalactic Banking Clan. The war that solidified his rule over the planet. The armies and fleets that drove off in all directions, seeking to reunite the Imperial Sector. The days of reclamation and unification.
His eyes were met with greater light and a gust of cool wind clashed against his skin. The Imperial awoke to a sight unseen in ages. To either side, upon the elevated platform, were high ranking officers and important persons of the First Order. Soku Ren, Harnan Ren, Illaria Ren, Faina Nikulin, Baltasar, Azria, the Grand Moffs, the commanders, the Admirals and so forth. All were there to witness this momentous event. In front of him, though, was a grand plaza, surrounded by elevated blocks of seats. Stormtroopers stood in formation below with citizens in the blocks that surrounded the other side of this grand plaza. A squadron of TIE fighters roared overhead before the series of holo-images came to life upon screens, revealing the face of the First Order.
What followed was a unisoned salute to their supreme leader, by citizen, stormtrooper and officer alike. Nicademus gazes around for a moment before raising his left hand in response. Then it was taken down, a unison sound responded back as others followed suit. The Imperial then stepped forward upon the extended part of the platform. Then, words came forth.My people, brothers and sisters of the First Order, sons and daughters of our glorious Imperial heritage… for many years, we were a broken people. Scattered, hunted and forced to accept the ideology of those lesser to us! We have watched as pretenders rose, seeking to reclaim the Imperial ways, only to pervert it and use it only to further their own personal gains, while contributing nothing to the betterment of our futures! We were forced into poverty, into kneeling, into bowing our heads to those who took away our identities, our pride and our lineage. Forced to serve warlords, forced to live under the boot of tyrants and oppressors. We were made weak out of fear and jealousy!His voice echoed across the rally's presence, piercing the cold weather that surrounded them all.Citizens, I say this now, we will never bow down again! We will never suffer oppression! We will never be divided ever again! For we have breathed new life into old bones. Into the legacy left by great persons that ensured that Imperialism lived on in this galaxy. We have constructed, stabilized and contributed to the great evolution of our ways and to its continued progress. For even as I speak to you, as your supreme leader and as your chosen commander, the gears of Imperialism continue to turn as the machine drives forward. Together and under this leadership, we have ensured the mistakes of the past have been learned, that we enact the foundations of a greater future and ensure the days to come to be full of Imperial enlightenment.Nicademus was passionate about what he did. The First Order was his creation and he desired nothing but to see it thrive. To see the Imperial people thrive as they did before. To ensure a future, built by his vision and his hands.Our efforts have ensured a solid foundation, the strongest I have ever seen! Our military is respected and feared, our commanders known as seasoned leaders and our nation ever-expanding. Four years ago, I was made leader of the Deep Core Remnant, the seeds of the great forest that stands today. Two years ago, I came to this world that was ravaged by the works of mercenaries. I was the target of an assassination by a corporation who believed themselves to be the rightful rulers, when I came to this planet as its savior! I struck back with vigor and determination for justice, for law, for order! I conquered the would-be rebels and dismantled them to the very core, ensuring our footing upon this planet. Behold, my citizens, for those first steps upon this world became the very stride that built this nation, that built the First Order! Behold the fruits of your labors as Muunilinst has risen to be a capital that rivals even Coruscant! An ideal capital for the future of our children and for the new age of Imperialism! It will become the epicenter for generations, for a hundred years, for a glorious millennium and more!Munnilinst was now the center of Imperialism, just as Nicademus had hoped it would be. It served as the capital of the First Order now and forever more. It had risen from ashes and became a golden light of Imperialism.Today, we stand united once more. Today, those who drove to divide and conquer us will cower at our thunderous cries! For we shall never be oppressed, never be ignored, never be divided and shall forever stand united as the vanguard of a new Imperial age! We know peace when we once knew conflict. We live in prosperity when we once lived in poverty. We know strength when we were once forced to be weak. This day shall forever be remembered, this day shall never be rivaled, this day shall never be forgotten!!His face, his voice, was being transmitted across the First Order. To all planets, homes, fleets, army bases and every corner of his realm. His speech resonated deep within the hearts, minds and souls of those who followed him with fanatic zeal. To them, he was the First Order, he was their one and only leader.My citizens of the First Order, I have consulted and thought as I always have. Thought of the future for our glorious nation, thought of what may come under my continued leadership and what lies beyond this day. For every step taken was for the betterment of this nation and of my people. For months, even as the war continued to wage, I listened to my advisers, to those I trust and to those whose opinions I value above all others. And it is with a confident heart and my determination that I proclaim thus…Nicademus took a moment to himself, speaking to his mind quietly. A single thought rose within him, a thought that had always been there, waiting to be realized. Waiting to be embraced and accepted.
'Fulfill your destiny.'
To which the Imperial responded, mentally.
'This is my destiny.'Today, the First Order shall become an Empire. The strongest and most stable Empire seen since the days of the Old Empire. An Empire that has evolved with the present, an Empire that has endured the hardships of war and emerged stronger than ever before. Today, I stand before you, not as your Supreme Commander, but as your Emperor of a resurgent Empire! Today, our destiny is fulfilled! Today, our vision is realized! Today, the Empire is reborn!His left arm thrusts into the air, his fist tightened beneath his glove. His determined face plastered upon the holo-screens for all to see, not only on Muunilinst but through the First Order. The citizens rose abruptly, joining in the salutes. The officers, done below, joined in, barking to their soldiers who saluted in unison. All spoke at once, in a clear and thunderous cry.Slava! Slava! Slava!** Glory! Glory! Glory!The chant continued for what seemed like forever as the citizens and soldiers alike greeted their newly-risen Emperor, who they knew was the rightful heir of the Imperial legacy. If any one person could shoulder such a responsibility and see that a new age could truly be founded, could truly exist, was the man who spoke to them. The man who they respected and feared as the Supreme Commander once before and, now, as Emperor of a resurgent Empire.
Today, his destiny had been fulfilled. His long ambitions realized. Nicademus was finally the Emperor of the one true Empire. |
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Post by Garrick Needa on Jan 7, 2018 19:32:10 GMT -8
Harnadian. A city of towering spires that surrounded ImpCom. The capital was certainly a vibrant place, with airspeeders zipping through skylines and plenty of humans and near-humans roming through the broad avenues and sunlit plazas between the elegant yet powerful shape of the needle-like spires. In one of the taller ones was Admiral Garrick Needa, who, at present, was looking out the window of his simply appointed suite at the night life of the city with a glass of Correlian Brandy in hand. The somewhat amber liquid was one of the few pleasures of his old age, along with the plants he kept, executing a successful strategy, and simply just talking to someone he could consider a friend. Taking a sip from the glass and finishing it off, he set it down on the table behind him. Immediately, a droid swept it up and carried it to the bar area. The room itself was relatively simple; a clean, efficient, modern space with a white, black, silver, and blue palette, and yet it did not feel sterile or antiseptic. Dominated by the slightly lowered floor in the center of the circular space, there was a large, semicircular couch, a coffee table, and two chairs. Scattered around the edge of the room were yet more tables and some portals into other rooms, and behind the couch was one final long, thin table. Also behind the couch was the window, which was most likely the first thing someone who walked into the room would notice. There was also a small bar area. The Admiral, though a military man at heart, took pleasure in these creature comforts, as they eased him in his older age.
Today had been a routine one by all accounts; he had not been particularly busy, as there had been a peace treaty in effect. Though he intended to conduct fleet exercises the next day, he was giving his crew a day to familiarize themselves with the modifications added to the ships, their blasters, and their uniforms. So for today, he had spent quite a bit of time in ImpCom, visiting Gideon’s Command and talking to some fellow officers there, telling stories of the war. Everywhere that there were off duty officers, he always attracted attention. Word had spread quickly through some of the junior officers (lieutenants, captains, etc.) that he had fought in the Clone Wars and the Galactic Civil War, and naturally they all wanted to hear stories of that age, whether they wanted to hear about the Battle of Coruscant or the Battle of Mustafar, everyone would crowd around him and he would narrate the stories he had told his children time and time again. In some sense, you could sort of see how he was warming up to the First Order. But he still had a deep-seeded mistrust about any men that were not his. Though he could always tell stories, the time would come in battle where they would be put under the spotlight, and then he would see how well they would preform. After that, he had simply returned to his apartment. Could he really call this place “home” though? He had been through many apartments, whether it be the suite his family owned in 500 Republica, rising among the spires of Coruscant, or his manor, still sitting untouched amongst the icy glaciers of Mygeeto. Now there was this one, rising among the needle-like structures, which in turn rose from a lush, vivid landscape, reminiscent of Alderaan. He could call no one place “home”, but he enjoyed the freedom this brought. He contemplated this as he watched the lights of Harnadian contrast against the cold black of the night, with the moonlight reflecting off the surface of a nearby ocean, giving a phantom glow that made the view all the more interesting.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Jan 9, 2018 21:04:12 GMT -8
Rarely did the Emperor make public appearances beyond the Imperial Strategic Command facility or the Capital District for that matter. However, today the Emperor traveled to a secure conference room where he spoke with a number of representatives of the First Order's military industry. Thanks to the continuous strides in their innovations, Nicademus felt it was best to meet with these people to discuss a means to ensure the military industry continued to excel as it did during the war. Thankfully, Nirauan's research facility ensured products continued to flow. Once the meeting was concluded, the Emperor departed under a heavy guard down the complex.
The complex in question was where a number of officers resided, outside of their military duties, with families and friends. It was one of many complexes within the Military District that had been built with the Imperialization of Harnaidan. These small egg-shaped buildings were numerous but easily eclipsed by the gargantuan facility that was the Imperial Strategic Command. Nicademus had learned that Admiral Garrick set himself up in this particular residence, so he decided to pay him a visit.
A knock was soon heard at Admiral Needa's doorway after Nicademus found out which room was his.
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Post by Garrick Needa on Jan 10, 2018 4:08:05 GMT -8
Admiral Needa was contemplating the success of the First Order. This topic interested him, simply because he knew that the Tarkin Doctrine was certainly not the philosophy adopted by this Empire. Such a Doctrine has been the ultimate undoing of the Old Empire, and so it made him curious about how this one might fare any better. when he, oddly enough, heard a knock at the door. He certainly was not expecting any company, so, a bit wary, he cautiously slid back the door. However, upon seeing the Emperor outside, he immediately kneeled before him. He was certainly an important man, and he would be sure to show the due respect, just as he had in the Empire itself. The simple yet elegant white colors of the room contrasted with the Emperor’s black uniform, and Needa’s grey one.
“Emperor Delvardus, an unexpected pleasure.”
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