Darth Xitan
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Post by Darth Xitan on Jan 23, 2022 20:17:34 GMT -8
Situated within the hard-to-navigate space phenomena known as the Cloak of the Sith, the Nullus Beacon is the star fortress of the Sith Eternal. Utilizing resources gained through their agents and contracts, the immense structure serves many roles for the Eternal. The floating starfort is the pinnacle of engineering and power for the Sith that will bring forth new generations of fanatical and loyal adherents of the Three Emperors. The Outer Ring has the ability to be a docking area for ships as large as Star Destroyers and has the facilities to maintain, repair, and build up to ten vessels the size of Star Destroyers. Many hangar bays dot this ring for both squadrons in the officiated military of the Sith Eternal and its Imperial splinter faction, the Greater Roon and personal vessels ranging from starfighters to transports and yachts. The Middle Section, arguably the largest of part of the fortress, is where majority of traffic and activity of the station happens. This section contains barracks, simulation rooms, dormitories, personal chambers, sparring arenas, teaching rooms, and more in terms of the daily necessities of the Eternal. Acolytes have rooms closer to the Inner Spires, while the lesser ranks are situated in proximity to the Outer Ring. Finally, the Inner Spires is where the elite of the Eternal reside. The tallest of the spires house the members of the Council of Seven, alongside plenty of rooms for libraries, meditation, the Sith Masters, and the pride of the cult inhabit. Deep, within the core of this area, it is said that the Supreme Leader lurks. Although none have truly ever had the privilege be within his physical presence, his aura can still be felt by all. It is a permeating darkness that brings a chill to the air and the feeling of a Wound in the Force to all present. Outside of the fortress, there are a number of nav-beacons that help bring ships in and out. The fortress also houses a new caste of Force-using navigators, known as Sensors, who are becoming more frequent on ships that come here often. They aid with the navigating of the Cloak to ensure vessels to and from the fortress safely. These are new prides of the Sith apothecary, Lord Dragus. |
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Dragus
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Post by Dragus on Jan 24, 2022 9:54:06 GMT -8
In the cold vacant void outside the astrological phenomenon known as the Cloak of the Sith, the turbulent blue tides of hyperspace parted to reveal the black hull of an Imperial II-class Star Destroyer as it decelerated from lightspeed travel, slowly streaking towards the dust cloud at sublight speed. Three massive ion engines propelled the powerful warship into the debris field, shields at full and turbolaser batteries already picking out large targets as it blasted a path towards its destination deep within the Cloak. Thunderous booms sounded as the Covenant of Blood's energy blasts shattered rock and smaller debris collided with its shields, battered aside as the terrifying hulk forced a way through, untroubled by the depleting percentage count ticking away on its shield rating. Inside the blighted hull, pale eyed cultists steadied themselves against bulkheads as the rough road the ship was on caused the deck beneath their feet to rumble and shake. On the bridge, dark apostle Morgan Pasanius operated the helm controls, the officer previously in charge now a smoking vivisected ruin on the floor for having displeased the former follower of Famine. His own eyes were closed, relying on the currents of the malevolent fey to guide his hand, preventing disaster while testing the void storm. He could feel the darkside of the Force flowing through his extremities, summoned into his soul by a mixture of fear and fury.His fear came from an obvious place. He drew on the swirling cowardly emotions projected by the slave gangs pressed into service aboard the wicked vessel, feeding off those offerings like a blood hungry leech. There was his own personal fear to draw on as well, less potent than that of the slaves, but with a heady flavour all its own. The source: who else? Deep in his black corrupted heart, he held equal parts awe and fear when he thought on his master, the Great Devourer. It was a state he had become used to, if never quite comfortable with. The fury? Well that was a more recent offering to the aether. The helmsman had blackened his mood with his error and splitting the man in twain had only served to dull the fiery feelings that cut him deep like a vibro-blade.When Morgan opened his eyes and stared into the storm, those orbs were an acid yellow strewn with crisscrossing lines of red, bloodshot and corrupted by the darkside. He clenched his teeth tightly, so pearlescent white they made his flesh appear all the more translucent for its lack of pigmentation, filed to sharp points that bit into the gums of his mouth. What little of his skin was revealed seemed to writhe with risen blue veins, like worms beneath the surface of his flesh. His hands held the controls like a vice, feeling every bit of rock and ice that collided with them, never once diverting from the trail set before him in his minds eye. After a time, the rumbling lessened and the quaking stopped altogether. Scorched ozone poured from the cooling barrels of turbolaser batteries as the cannons ceased their deadly barrage. The dust layer was still heavy, obscuring his physical sight whilst also baffling the sensors, but he knew they were close.He could feel it. Then they came free of the cloud, entering what could only be described as the eye of the storm. There amidst dust and debris, was a massive artificially constructed structure, less a space station and more a battle fortress. Without realizing it at first, Morgan's mouth was agape as he beheld the Nullus Beacon for the first time, just barely stifling a whistle before it slipped past his tongue. Yellowed eyes looked on the enormous facility with easily understood wonder. "The Supreme Leader outdid himself." It was all he could manage to say, his thoughts still swirling and obscured by the enormity of what he seeing with his own eyes. The Covenant seemed a small child when compared to the much larger base. The star destroyer drifted closer, slowing as it neared and allowing slave-systems to take over as it began to initiate docking procedures. Those burning blue circles at the rear of the Covenant cooled, darkening as maneuvering thrusters led it in the last of the way. As it entered one of the births large enough to support its size, it was barely at a crawl, finally stopping in place as magnetic clamps descended and connected with the hull.Arrived at last. He let out a breath and released the controls, rising from the pilots station and returning to the command throne that dominated the bridge. As he seated himself in his proper place, he keyed console controls built into the arm of his seat and alerted those aboard to whom it was relevant that they had arrived and successfully docked with the fortress. It was already clear to him that at least one person aboard was already aware. In the lower decks of the Covenant, surrounding by a sea of wet furry flesh and scales, a hungering force of nature stirred in the sightless depths. Jaws wet and bloody, claws deep in gore, forked tongue flickering. Black scales split to reveal crimson orbs that appeared luminous in the deep dark of the lightless decks. Hungrily, for nothing ever seemed enough to sate his fathomless appetite, he rose from the orgy of fur and scale and made his way towards the airlock. A dark melody announced his coming.♪♫♪ ♪♫♪ ♪♪ ♪♫♪ ♪♫♪ ♪♪ ♫♪♫ ♪♪ ♪
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Dragus
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Post by Dragus on Sept 21, 2022 6:47:48 GMT -8
Deep in the heart of the dust cloud, a behemoth creature plowed its way towards the Nullus Beacon, batting aside frozen chunks of space rock as it ignored the directions given to it by the Vermin Lord Gritlok Scarpaw from the command center mounted on the monster's back. As it emerged from the storm into the pocket of calm space where the star fortress of the Sith Eternal cult could be found, it trailed contrails of debris from giant fins and a long swishing tail. Furious orange glowing eyes illuminated the darkness of the void, while lumens built into the armoured harness strapped to its gigantic back exposed the creatures true nature. It was a whale-ship, an organic beast tamed by the space rats of Clan Skrittlespike, in service to the devious dark apothecary of the cult. This particular beast was known as Shemona, an ill tempered space whale with teeth that could rip the tractor beam targeting array off of an Imperial star destroyer. It let out an awful moan that shook the exterior docking arms of the space facility and reverberated across the hull.MMMMMMMWWWWWWUUUUUUUAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!! At 900 meters in length from jaws to tail, the whale-ship was roughly the size of a Victory-class star destroyer, though lacking traditional armament. In fact, Shemona's harness had been built using a deconstructed Victory-class, the former Red Witch in service to the Great Devourer, which was why the armour plating on its back was a rich crimson hue. She let out another siren call to others of her kind that resided in the Cloak of the Sith, hunting and raising their bestial kin in the relative safety of the cloud where most ships were unable to traverse. A great chorus of wailing sounded from deep in the cloud as others of her species made their presence known, using a form of space sonar to let them know one another's position.On the bridge, Gritlok shrieked a curse in rat-speech before relinquishing the controls to one of his subordinate bridge vermin. The vermin lord's wire thin tail rose emerged from his tattered robe of man-flesh and whipped the deck as he vented his frustration. He knew the maiden voyage was bound to have its challenges, but since entering the cloud Shemona had stopped responding to his instructions, despite the control device sending painful electrical shocks to the space whales nervous system. He consulted with the resident packmaster, a loan from rival Clan Shriektongue. Where the vermin lord was small in stature and grey of fur, the packmaster was large for a ranat, almost double Gritlok's height and bristling with bushy brown fur."Why does it not heed commands? Did tinker-rats not install device properly? Idiot-mice!" Inquired Gritlok, resulting in a number of protesting squeaks from the other bridge vermin of Clan Skrittlespike, who had been responsible for installing the space whale's electrical leash. A single menacing look from the vermin lord's beady red eyes was all that was needed to silence them. Returning his attention to the packmaster, Gritlok wrung his paws together as he waited for an explanation.Kritch Wormrot shook his snout from side to side. "No, no, most merciful Lord Scarpaw. Tinker rats did job well, for weak-meat. Tis breeding season for space fish. Shemona in heat, looking for mate. Stronger urge than zap-zap.""Fish in heat?" Squeaked Gritlok ponderously, stroking his furry chin. "So need to get fish laid, yes? How do? Must have control back or suffer Masters anger.""Must let nature take course." Kritch shrugged. Out of paws now." SNAP! Again the vermin lord's tail struck the deck as he let out an irritated hiss. Scampering over to the communications station, he grabbed the microphone from the tinker rat seated there before opening a channel to the Nullus Beacon. Releasing an angry breath that smelled faintly of mouldy cheese, Gritlok addressed the star fortress.Squeak squeak shriek squeak chitter squeal squeak It would have been clear to any of the ranat clans aboard the Beacon what Gritlok Scarpaw had said, though likely the human officers stationed aboard would have been at a loss. There was still no working translation for rat-speech, outside of asking Dragus what they had said.MMMMMMMWWWWWWUUUUUUUAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!! Shemona let out another station ratting moan and continued towards the Nullus Beacon, taking an interest in the large obelisk shaped vessel being constructed in between two of the Outer Rings docking arms.
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Dragus
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Post by Dragus on Jan 12, 2023 10:11:32 GMT -8
A glittering flash of crackling ionic particles signalled the arrival of the Imperial II-class Star Destroyer, Covenant of Blood, as it emerged from the dust cloud into the eye of the storm where the Nullus Beacon was located. Cosmic grit had scraped the gallery of frozen corpses scattered across its spiked hull, stripping the paint along with the meat. Its massive engine cones growled as they left the dust choked veil, spewing radioactive particulate into the vacuum as it pushed towards the massive star fortress. Starweirds, shackled to the hull with Sith iron manacles etched in ancient rune script, shrieked into the aether as they were dragged along with the dreadnought. Their telepathic screams assailed the minds of any and all within the Beacon that had a strong connection to the Force. The fey vibrated with their song, serving to announce the Covenant even before its bridge crew hailed the stations command centre and informed them they were claiming a berth, which includes an entire docking arm of the stellar facility.
As Dragus had parted ways with his flagship after the events that were being referred to amongst the rank and file of the Sith Eternal as the 'Slaughter of Sullust', that left his dark acolyte Lorn Dirkwood in command of the warship. Lorn found himself alone on the bridge, well, alone save for the bridge crew manning their stations. The rest of the dark apothecary's generals had already departed as they had their own duties to attend to. After a heated discussion with the clan rats that inhabited the lower levels of the station, Lorn arranged to have the Covenant serviced by a collaborative effort between the tinker rats of Clan Skrittlespike and the Warlock Enginseers of Clan Rustrot.
Before the dreadnought had even docked, Zero-G tinker-rats in vacuum suits with repurposed thruster packs from stripped suits of spacetrooper armour could be seen flitting around the ill-tempered warship like space-born gnats. Finally the magnetic docking clamps of the station came down and locked the destroyer in place. A durasteel cofferdam extended from the station arm and formed an airtight seal over the Covenant's airlock.
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Dragus
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Post by Dragus on Jul 31, 2023 8:10:30 GMT -8
Continued from here.Crackling discharges of vaporized rock illuminated the ready room of the Warlord through the view-port window with bright flashes of light as dust and cosmic debris wore on the deflector shields, draining the Vindicator-class heavy cruisers reserves of power by slow attrition, like a parasitic leach suckling vitae from a wilfully oblivious host. The deck rattled underfoot as vibrations from turbolaser turrets and point defense laser roared across the grit swept hull, clearing larger obstacles from their path only to weather the stony shrapnel left in its wake."That will depend entirely on the Sssupreme One'z prognosiz of you, I sssuppose, but you will have sssome sssay in the matter. You've proven adept at ressstraining the true depth of your persssonal ressservoir of ssstrength, ssso I sssuspect you can presssent yourssself with whatever level of power you wish to project." He snickered wickedly into his wine. "What I have ssseen thuz far will not ssslip thessse lipz if you do not wish it. Frankly we could ussse more serpentz in the grasss." His forked tongue flicked. "Keepz everyone watching their toez. Siss, Siss, Siss."As the warship drew closer to the Star Fortresses location, concealed in the great eye of the ceaseless cosmic storm, an unmistakable aura began to weigh heavy on etheric senses. The good humour that seemed to infect the Dark Apothecary's mood drained from his chortling snout and he focused the amethyst gem set in his left eye on the view-port, as though the rakatan device could pierce the dust obscured haze. Despite traveling the path least likely to be detected, even a harrowing plunge through the Cloak of the Sith was no enough to conceal them from the owner of that aura's detection. Without question the Famine Lord dark felt the oppressive presence of the Supreme Leader. When next Dragus spoke his good spirit was more reserved and cautious."When we arrive, you will be taken before Him and tesssted. While it iz true the Sssith Eternal likez the little malleable lumpz of clay the cultz of Roon provide, itz leader respectz ssstrength and ability above all elssse. It iz why my own religiouz inclinationz are overlooked dessspite being at oddz with the cultz dogma. Prove yourssself capable and it won't matter that the otherz sssee you az their rival, az they should, az I would encourage them do ssso. Until we've revealed ourselvez to the galaxy, competing for the Sssupreme One'z favour iz the only decent sssport to be had, and Hiz sssay iz final. Firssst impressionz, az the expresssion goez, are everything. Though ambition iz admired, jealousssy runz rampant through the rankz." He shrugged. "But you're a charisssmatic fellow, my dear delightful Rebelliouz. I'm confident you will charm your way to whatever posssition suitz you."
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Darth Rebellious
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Post by Darth Rebellious on Aug 8, 2023 20:01:50 GMT -8
Despite the rumbling of the deck due to turbolaser fire and the crackling of the shields in response to cosmic debris, Rebellious remained focused on his saurian host. Listening intently to his response, Dragus made it clear that the Darth's reception would be heavily dependent on how he presented himself and the Supreme Leader's own assessment of him. As if the words were a sort of omen, the Kiffar felt an electric tingle climb up his spine; an all too familiar warning from the Force to stay alert. Outside of the leeching darkness of the Famine Lord and the mundane sparks of the clone crew, Darth Rebellious felt a more profound presence make itself known to him in the ether. Although not physically within the confines of the Warlord, the weight and authority of the presence seemed to envelope the pair of Sith Lords as they conversed.
"I suppose we will soon find out."
The vagueness of the reply and the curious inflection of his tone almost implied a question as to whether or not the reptilian had felt the same thing. However, the change in the onyx-scaled Barabel's own demeanor all but confirmed it. The Dark Lord found himself intrigued. The strength he felt emanating from the void, although unable to get an accurate read of it from their current location, reminded him of his former master. The sort of power that was only commanded by Sith of the highest caliber. The Kiffar silently basked in it's glory for a moment before suddenly standing and exiting the ready room, abandoning the small space for the openness of the bridge and the sights of it's substantially larger view port. He squinted his eyes slightly as he peered through the transparisteel into the debris cloud of the Cloak. He could just barely make out the space-station's silhouette. A gigantic citadel floating aloft in space at the eye of the cosmic storm with tall spires jutting from it's center giving it an almost mountainous appearance. The Darth's lips curled into a half smile as the ship continued cutting through space, slowly closing the distance between them and their destination.
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Dragus
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Post by Dragus on Aug 10, 2023 9:42:09 GMT -8
Darth XitanOutwardly Dragus was the definition of calm and composed, but inside that scheming saurian mind of his, he was cackling like a member of the mentally ill in the midst of a psychological break. Mismatched eyes watched Rebellious get up and leave, afflicted by the same siren call of darkness as he, the unmistakable invitation of the Supreme One's aura. As the kiffar stepped onto the bridge, the black scaled barabel moved to follow, rising from his seat and stalking across the deck. A chorus of clinking sounds emanated from his wampa fur apparel as an unnecessary amount of tribal fetishes and amulets clattered together against his chest where they hung from his neck, concealing the sinister scrape of obsidian talons on the pristine doonium deck. In response to what it beheld through the main view-port of the command tower, the multi-facted gem set in the Dark Apothecary's left eye pulsated with an amethyst light, casting a purple pall over the bridge. The Nullus Beacon stood out before them like a great light-house in the void, guiding space-sailors into the dust swept shores of Roon since its inception, which was some manner of debate.It had obvious taken a great deal of time and resources to construct the star fortress, especially where it was located, deep in the heart of a cosmic dust cloud. The space facility stood as a testament to the Supreme One's influence and reach, serving as an expression of his immense wealth and prestige.Subtly the mood on the bridge shifted. The temperature dropped as the warmth seemed to be drawn from the air, causing each exhalation of breath by the members of the clone crew to become visible as it spilled from their nose or lips. A rime of frost formed on the deck, crusting over polished boots and causing mouse-droids to whir uselessly on the ground as their treads lost traction. In stark contract, melt water beaded on the floor around the scaled form of the Hungering One as he stood behind and to the right of Rebellious, claws clenched and fangs grit as he felt the unwelcome attention of the Supreme One upon him, seeking to supplant the Eye's divine blessing. It caused the Famine Lord to lean into his own sorcerous stature, his breast swelling with hot hatred and focused fury, even as his gorge rose and he could taste bile on the forked tips of his tongue. Sith troopers standing at attention in spotless red gammaplast plate swayed on their feet near the lift, weakening as tendrils sank into the core of their being, spiralling out invisibly from the bottomless pit at the centre of the Great Devourer's own hungering aura. A pair of ST-W48 blasters clattered to the deck alongside two empty suits of Sith trooper armour, the clone soldiers inside of them appearing to have been replaced by piles of ash. Reinvigorated, the saurian Sith lashed the deck with his tail spike in a shower of sparks, drawing the attention of the crew."There it iz, the Sssith Eternal'z battlessstation, the Nulluz Beacon." He nodded appreciatively. "It waz already here when I joined the organization. The Sssupreme Leader haz been rather tight lipped az to how much it cossst or how long he ssspent building it, but after a night of indulging in a bottle of Rylothan yurp, Darth Assstera and I carbon dated a few deteriorating sectionz of the hull and determined thossse tesssted partz were at leassst a few centuriez old. The facility was largely empty when I firssst arrived, sssave for the Sssupreme One'z bodyguardz and a few of the more affluent memberz of the Roon cultz. I sssuspect that iz why the Sssupreme Leader sssought out myssself and the likez of Valefor, who runz the droid foundriez on Hypori and Geonosis. Dessspite the unquestioned loyalty enforced by the cult'z indoctrination, the sssmall population waz never going to produce the numberz required to run an empire, even a shadow one. He needed expertz to build an army for him, or in my case, breed one.""I ssset the ranat clanz of Dragusssblight to the tasssk of managing the maintenance and sssanitation departmentz of the facility, az they have sssome experience in that field. Sssecurity iz provided by ssstormtrooper legionariez from Roon, though they are ssslowly being sssupplanted by our new Sssith trooperz now that the facilitiez at Kamino are operational." A gooey rope of blood and snot hanging from his snout swung just shy of Rebellious as Dragus turned towards him, fixing his attention of the kiffar. "If you are accepted and the Sssupreme Leader grantz you full accesss, I would recommend avoiding the lower deckz. We had an outbreak recently and not all of the specimenz have been properly accounted for. Sssuffice it to sssay I am no longer allowed to perform experimentz on the ssstation." His cheeks creaked as the scaled corners of his lips curled upwards. "I ssstill do of courssse, though I ressstrict mossst of my resssearch to my tower."As if summoned by the spoken word, a shimmering crimson lance of light erupted from the cluttered city sprawled out across the Beacon's surface, projected towards the Warlord's view-port like a coherent plasma blade erupting from the charged emitter of a powered lightsaber. Everyone on the bridge was briefly blinded by the dazzling red radiance, before it swept away to focus its photonic beam elsewhere. The source of the strange swiveling light was a large pyramid shaped meltmassif capstone atop the Dark Apothecary's personal Seeing Spire. The rising structure of dark steel and snarling battlements ascended from the armoured core of the station, almost to the height of the Supreme Leader's own tower, which was just a few meters taller. While trapped in the spider dimension, or what was more commonly referred to as Otherspace, the Famine Lord had erected the tower's twin on the charon homeworld. Time passed differently in that pocket dimension, so it was any wonder what had become of the strange monolith in his absence. The void distorted and churned with arcane discharges around the spire's top, as sorcerous practices taking place within its cursed halls alongside dark blood rites caused the aether to seize. Its stabbing beam of focused light then swiveled around to project onto one of the massive docking arms of the station."They are guiding uz to a berth." Dragus extended his right arm and squeezed his claw into a fist, extending a single crooked talon towards the space station dominating the view. "Bring uz in, teeth bared as usssual." Across the hull of the Vindicator-class heavy cruiser 'Warlord', turbolaser cannons swiveled around on their housings to line up firing solutions on the Nullus Beacon as the warship approached a station docking arm. Ionic steam hissed into the void as plasma churned inside the barrels, desperate to escape as weapon systems charged. Smaller vessels were quick to scatter as the cruiser approached.
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Darth Rebellious
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Post by Darth Rebellious on Aug 29, 2023 18:46:18 GMT -8
Even with the momentary blindness that followed being exposed to the blaring scarlet light that projected from Dragus' personal spire, Rebellious remained fixated on the Nullus Beacon's form as it grew larger and larger in the viewport with the closing distance. "Bring us in, teeth bared as usual," he heard the saurian say, followed by the swiveling of the heavy cruiser's turbolasers to face the station. Although no shots were being fired, the implied threat was an aggressive move considering he was exiled for defiling the floating fortress with his experiments; a practice he admitted to continuing. With a raised eyebrow, the Sith looked to his fellow Lord.
"You play a dangerous game with your Supreme Leader. You're lucky he hasn't taken your head."
The Darth spoke coldly. The statement wasn't malicious, just a matter of fact. The Famine Lord openly challenged the authority of his liege with regularity. Such defiance was usually overlooked for only so long before harsh retaliation followed. As was the way of the Sith; dominance had to be established and maintained.
"Meet me in the hangar. I don't plan on leaving my ship aboard the Warlord for the duration of this visit."
With little warning, the Kiffar swiftly turned on the walkway and headed for the turbolift. Although simply docking along with the Vindicator-class would've probably been the easier way to board the station, Rebellious was calculated as always. Never one to leave things to chance and still unsure of how the encounter would play out, he wanted a fast way out if the situation called for it. When the doors swooshed open to the hangar, he moved across the flight deck with purpose straight to his star courier to await the reptilian.
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Dragus
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Post by Dragus on Aug 31, 2023 6:24:46 GMT -8
Dragus mismatched gaze lingered on the kiffar's scrumptious backside as he exited the bridge, scaled lids narrowing as he slowly dragged his forked tongue over his wet black lips, his belly groaning audibly to the point where the deck rattled beneath his claws. Despite the often absurdity of his behaviour and the clear eccentricities he displayed, the Dark Apothecary was well aware of the risks he assumed in these games he so enjoyed playing. Everything was carefully weighed, calculated, and considered. Besides, the danger was half the fun. Grasping his claws behind his back, the saurian Sith took the lift to a set of quarters set aside for him, rarely used save to store some of his elaborate wardrobe. The doors hissed apart to admit him, at which point he extended his arms out to the sides as a pair of familiar furry followers emerged from the shadows of the poorly lit room, quickly stripping him of his wampa fur garb with well practiced paws.
A one-eyed ewok with chestnut coloured fur stretched over a muscular physique crisscrossed with scars gathered an opulent shimmersilk gown in resplendent white and laid it across the draconian's shoulders, adorning him in posh vestments one might expect of a Republic senator. The other furry member of the Famine Lord's flock slipped rings of Sith spun gold on each of his four fingered claws, before slipping its emaciated form before him to loop a large electrum chain over his neck, ending in a fist sized flame jewel fished from the Sea of Roon. Bowing his scaled head, Dragus allowed the duo of Lil'Bacca and Lil'Mort to pull the hood of his cloak up over his head, fashioned in the Sith style though opting for white over the usual black. The attire stood in contrast to the menacing dark creature layered now layered in wealth and extravagance.
Ten minutes later and the lift to the hangar bay opened, revealing the Dark Apothecary as he stalked towards Rebellious like the predatory saurian he was, trailing a long bridal train of shimmersilk held aloft by his two fuzzy attendants. The humble ewok shepherd eye'd his star courier with some displayed amusement upon his crooked complexion. Raising his saber-cane, he indicated the Sith's personal ship with the cortosis tip of his walking stick.
"You wish your vesssel readily available in cassse eventz sssour, yez?" Queried the villainous velociraptor, drawing the obvious assertion. Why else? He nodded. "Your caution is commendable, but misssplaced, I believe. If the Sssupreme One wishez you dead or disssposed of, I doubt there will be much opportunity to flee before being cut down. Siss, Siss, Siss." Snickered the rasping reptile before offering a shrug of his white shimmersilk swaddled shoulders. "But what do I know? I only sssit on Hiz council and help run Hiz empire."
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Darth Xitan
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Post by Darth Xitan on Sept 4, 2023 13:54:47 GMT -8
It didn't take long for the pair to be noticed. All within the Sith Eternal knew of the warships that the Dark Apothecary commanded. Most notably, his so-called associates on the Council. Vullorr was not present, but instead, it was Melabor, one of the two most trusted of the Supreme Leader's lieutenants. The Voice and the Headmaster, as their respective titles went, had the apex of political and military authority beneath the mysterious leader of the Sith Eternal and thus stood above their comrades. It was Vullorr who likely had the most peeves with Dragus and his behavior. Melabor, a Duros, was a bit more moderate in his views, but that didn't make him weak. It was his trial, a design to kill a rival's protégé, that saw the rise of Karnac and his acceptance into the ranks of the Sith Eternal.
Melabor was a blue-skinned and red-eyed Duros of middle age. In contrast to the Voice who was over a century old, grey haired, yet as capable as he was in his young days. Dressed appropriately for his station as Headmaster of the acolyte's education, he was the one who saw the upbringing and indoctrination of the mass of apprentices and cultists that served the Masters of the Eternal. Vullorr was not present as he was speaking with the Supreme Leader via their usual method of communication. The leader decided to then send the Duros to greet Dragus and his... friend that the Supreme Leader sensed from afar. Yet, Melabor was entirely alone either. There was Xazatar in attendance, the master of intelligence gathering, spying, assassination, and sabotage that sat on the Dark Council. A pair of Sith Warriors had joined the two as they made their way across the immense drydocks of the Nullus Beacon to greet the Saurian and the Sith guest.
=Melabor=
You always seem to return with new persons, Dragus. I daresay that should make you a recruiter and not some Dark Apothecary.
A mere observation.
=Melabor=
The Supreme Leader is finishing up his meeting with Vullorr. They should be done when we arrive.
Straight to business was the way the Sith of the Eternal did things. Especially given the guest that Dragus brought with him.
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Darth Rebellious
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Post by Darth Rebellious on Sept 12, 2023 20:57:11 GMT -8
The Darth nodded, acknowledging the Famine Lord's approach trailed by his Ewok attendants. Straight to the point, the Barabel correctly guessed Rebellious' reasoning for wanting to take his ship into the Nullus Beacon. It was true that he wanted to have an accessible way out in case things went awry, but he felt that his host had underestimated his uncanny ability to survive in high-pressure situations. Considering what the drake had seen him do, the Kiffar found himself mildly offended. Rather than voicing his thoughts on the matter, he returned the vaguely friendly snicker, although with less enthusiasm.
"Perhaps, but one can never be too prepared."
The Sith replied as he motioned for the saurian to follow him on to the Onyx Arrow. Once Dragus and his entourage were aboard, Rebellious wasted no time flying the Sienar-designed star courier out of the Warlord's hangar and into the vacuum. Screeching through the cosmic dust cloud of the Cloak, the Darth piloted the vessel straight for the docking bay nearest the heavy cruiser's mooring. Upon entering the magnetic shielding, the blackened-chromium finished craft rotated before descending to touchdown softly on the flight deck. With a chorus of hisses, the cabin depressurized and almost immediately the boarding hatch slid open and the gang-plank extended allowing the Sith Lords and Ewoks to disembark.
While not as elegantly dressed as the Famine Lord in his almost senatorial white gown, Darth Rebellious was layered in finely tailored, black-hued garments meant to be reminiscent of military garb; allowing for both an air of regality and practicality. Just as his body was cloaked and hooded in the mundane world, his presence in the Force was shouded; the aura he exuded in the ethereal plane muted so that the true scope of his power remained a mystery. He knew mingling among his own kind was always potentially dangerous and would rather surprise a potential assailant than the other way around. With that in mind, he also felt it advantageous to maintain a passive Force barrier. A technique that all Force-users learned early on in their training, it was the most basic defense against Force-based attacks as well as mental probing, with it's effectiveness relying heavily on the user's own potency.
As the pair of Rebellious and Dragus moved down the ramp, again trailed by the terrorsaur's furry companions, they were greeted by a quartet of Sith of varying species and builds. The leading pair consisted of a blue-skinned Duros that carried himself like an administrator and a masked Pau'an that moved with the quiet power and silkiness of a master assassin. From under the shadow of his hood, the Darth's luminous, golden eyes shifted between the two before settling on the Duros as he spoke directly to the Dark Apothecary. Based on their demeanor, he made the assumption that they held positions of importance within the sect. He remained silent, however, instead waiting for the dread-lizard to make the proper introductions.
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Dragus
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Post by Dragus on Sept 12, 2023 22:41:41 GMT -8
"What can I sssay, Melabor?" Hissed the saurian Sith with a indifferent shrug of his pearlescent shimmersilk swaddled shoulders before display a threatening grin, exposing his bladed thicket of teeth, blood flecks misting from his lips with every spoken word. "I've alwayz been drawn to strayz." That much was true, he admitted, in an unusual display of honest.
While the Hungering One himself belonged to a prestigious Order of Sith, he had never expected the same from his retinue of followers. His vassals varied radically, from fascist Fallanassi to dogmatic Inquisitors, even including the likes of an undercover lightsider or two when it served his purpose. Despite their rainbow of differences, they all had one thing in common: agency. He collected talented individuals in the same way a certain coughing cybernetic general collected lightsabers. It was easier than dealing with his fellow Sith. If he needed a reminder of that, he need only call a gathering of his siblings, which more often than not resulting in them trying to kill one another. But that's family for you.
Ever so briefly his attention lingered on Xazatar, offering his fellow councilor the slightest of nods before realigning his collective focus on the blue skinned headmaster. His feelings about the spy were well known, as the Hand had played an instrumental role in the Dark Apothecary's banishment, after submitting an unnecessarily detailed report to the Supreme One that lay the blame of several expensive incidents squarely at Dragus' talon tipped feet. Melabor, however, he quite liked. In the headmaster he found an academic peer, sharing his desire to mentor and mold the next generation of darksiders into Sith worthy of the name. He-Who-Hungers had been so taken with the Duros that he had secured a sample of his DNA and used it to create his homunculus, Professor Draggledore, who served as the headmaster of Dragwarts Sith Academy on Ryloth. Crossing his arms over his chest, the black scaled barabel's overlong tail rose from his backside, splitting his ridiculously long bridal train of silk with the serrated spike capping its end. The release of tension caused the two ewoks holding the flowing layer of fabric off the ground to stumble, rolling to either side in whimsical fashion.
"You should know I've had the opportunity to asssesss that Sssith you elevated to massster statuz." Rasped the reprehensive reptilian, referring to the zabrak known as Karnac. "While I concur with your decisssion, the humility he displayz iz quite unbecoming a Sssith of hiz raw potential. It iz my underssstanding you wished to petition the council for Karnac'z command over that new force of Sssith warriorz the Sssupreme Leader recently commisssioned, but I would asssk you to wait." I can spy too, Xazatar, thought the spiteful serpent. "I did my bessst to light the firez of ambition beneath him and I believe he desirez to prove himssself worthy of hiz recently elevated ssstation. We should let him. Besidez..." It was only then that he stood aside and finally acknowledged the black clad kiffar that had accompanied him aboard the Beacon. "...I think I may have outdone you with thiz latessst recruit."
It would not do to keep their enigmatic and oh-so-powerful leader waiting, so the Blood Wyrm fell into step with Melabor and Xazatar as he introduced his recent house-guest.
"Thiz iz Darth Rebelliouz. He arrived on my shorez not long ago with an appetite for knowledge, posssesssing consssiderable talent and no shortnesss of ssskill. I believe the Sssupreme One will be mossst impresssed with thiz applicant, perhapz enough to reverssse my exile. Hmmm? I do ssso misss the Beacon."
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Darth Xitan
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Post by Darth Xitan on Sept 19, 2023 17:25:29 GMT -8
Melabor didn't even look at the Saurian Apothecary as his eyes glanced over at the half-masked Xazatar. Only when the little remark at the end of his introduction was said did the Headmaster nod towards the one identified as Rebellious.
=Melabor=
Intel correct on this one?
In one of those rare moments, the master of assassination, sabotage, and intelligence spoke.
=Xazatar=
Darth Rebellious, Kiffu native by birth. Most recent history, according to the records, is that he was once aligned with the Dark Tide and sided with the First Order during their formative years. Held the rank of Director of the reformed Imperial Security Bureau before intel said he vanished. Seems to have quite the expertise in vanishing and reappearing. Imperial records stated he was MIA and that was over many years ago.
Xazatar looks forward at Rebellious and then at Melabor. The Headmaster claps his hands together, offering a rare smile himself before turning to look at Dragus. This was more meant to show that they knew Rebellious, they knew him well enough, and had records of his activity upon until recent. The Supreme Leader had spoken one word and that was enough to comb about and learn as to why.
=Melabor=
Hopefully you don't disappear again, Lord Rebellious. You seem to miss out on much when you do.
Melabor then glances at Dragus before turning and proceeding to head towards the turbolift.
=Melabor=
Come! We mustn't keep our glorious leader waiting. He seems ever eager to meet one of a caliber for once.
Xazatar quietly followed with the rest of the entourage doing the same as all proceeded to take the necessary route to the Upper levels and towards the chambers of their leadership where the Supreme Leader lurked and waited, ever so patiently.
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Post by Darth Rebellious on Oct 25, 2023 19:38:16 GMT -8
Darth Rebellious' eyes imperceptibly narrowed as the Pau'an began listing off various pieces of information regarding his past exploits. Considering that the Sith Eternal was posing as an imperial splinter faction, it made sense that they would have access to at least some of the records from his time with the First Order and Dark Tide before. That, however, didn't stop the annoyance from growing within him. The urge to draw his lightsaber and strike the pair down scratched at the back of his psyche, but his need to know more about them outweighed his want to still their tongues. How much did they actually know about him? What was their purpose? Who was their "Supreme Leader" and why did they follow him? He supposed he would soon know the answers.
Instead of acting on his violent impulses, the Darth clasped his hands in front of him and released a slight laugh to cut the tension before nodding his head at the greeting party in acknowledgement. Being the wolf in sheep's clothing would serve him well for now. Using the reassuring tone he preferred in his public persona, he replied to the pair.
"It would seem you all are well informed despite your solitude in the cloak. You should know, however, I don't disappear. I simply move onto more pressing matters."
He chuckled again, implying a joke, although one based in truth. The fact of the matter was, he went where he felt there was something to gain and only left when he felt there was nothing left in the pursuit. In the end, he was only in it for himself. A true Sith to his core, the only thing that mattered to Rebellious was Rebellious.
As the Duros took lead with the Pau'an and their followers trailing, the Kiffar fell into step behind them and matched pace. Unbeknownst to them, he was also making a concentrated effort to memorize their route as a fail-safe should things turn sour.
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Dragus
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Post by Dragus on Oct 26, 2023 4:40:20 GMT -8
After entering the turbolift, our villains adventure continues here.
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