Darth Xitan
The Sith Eternal
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Affiliation: The Cult of the Eternal
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Post by Darth Xitan on Jan 23, 2022 21:03:27 GMT -8
The Middle Segment, 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. These corridors serve as the homes for those members who are ranked as Acolytes, Apprentices, and Cultists of the Eternal. There are also numerous places that house Sith loyalists that are non-force but have a long and/or dedicated history in the serve of the order. They serve well as instructors, commanders of the garrisons, starfighter pilots, and ship personnel.
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Dragus
The Sith Eternal
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Post by Dragus on Jan 31, 2022 8:02:15 GMT -8
Two beady red eyes illuminated the dark as a rodent scurried through the ventilation ducts that ran the length of the middle segment, scurrying quickly as it fled from a hungry predator. The palm sized rat chittered and squeaked as it was pursued, darting this way and that, never looking behind even as the hot breath of its stalker could be felt caressing its scaly tail. A gnarled paw shot out and grasped the rat around its midsection, plucking it from the ground and holding its squirming body over a mouth emerging from the shadows, even as the tiny rodent voided its bowels in fright. A long furry snout with protruding tusks opened to reveal a narrow jaw with sharp yellow fangs, foaming at the corners. The paw released the rat and the snout snapped shut, clamping down on the pest before gnashing it into a meaty paste with its teeth. The ranat gobbled the rat up in a few quick bites and let out a belch that echoed the length of the duct system.
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Dragus
The Sith Eternal
In front of the Empire, to all you Vader haters out there. We'll blow your planet up.
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Post by Dragus on Feb 10, 2022 7:56:53 GMT -8
Dim lights flickered in the lower levels of the Nullus Beacon, casting sinister shadows in every corner as the ceaseless dripping of leaking pipes echoed throughout the darkened corridors. The heavy smack of large meaty paws upon the metal tiled floor could be heard as a group of beings entered the area from a path connected to the Seeing Spire. Towering mutants led the way, warped by a combination of alchemy and mad science, thick and muscular. The pair of ranat-ogres carried fleshy sacs in their massive arms, holding them in the crook between their forearm and bicep. Upon closer inspection one might discover that these weren't simply sacs, but rather mutated ithorians that had been flesh crafted into air sacs, with long tubes emerging from their flesh in places, connected to their four lungs. A pinch from one of the ranat-ogre's gnarled digits was enough to cause the tortured aliens to draw in air from their twin mouths, then hold it in as the monstrous brutes squeezed on their protruding bellies and blew into nozzle ends connected to their throats. A terrible symphony of noise screeched from the warped creations as the ranat-ogre's began to play the ithorians like a set of musical instruments. As the obnoxious tune assaulted the ears of every one and thing in the area, the menagerie further down the corridor began to awaken. Animal cries and shrieks could be heard, mixed with sentient screams and the sound of saws and bladed instruments going about their grizzly work.Walking behind and between the towering musical brutes was a smaller figure clad in a robe of freshly hewn wookiee pelt, so fresh it hadn't yet dried, leaving little puddles behind the figure as beads of ichor dripped onto the steel floor. Eyes the colour of blood peered down the darkened corridor, inspecting enclosures containing all manner of beast and man. Black scaled lips peeled back over curved incisors, each honed to a razors edge, rising in the corners to form a malevolent grin. Rancid steam hissed from nostril slits and a forked tongue flicked the air, savoring the sweet scent of despair that permeated the long hall like slime on a hutt. The Great Devourer studied each cell as they passed, occasionally stopping to study the inhabitants inside, though mostly checking the updated notes on data-displays built into the wall outside each cage.He stopped at one enclosure that was also serving as a temporary surgical lab as a team of ranat surgeons vivisected a rakghoul that was restrained to a durasteel slab. Dragus entered the room while his two giant attendants waited outside. He leaned in near the sithspawn's toothy mouth and listened as it squealed when a surgical saw began to slice apart its flesh. It would have been more humane to use an anesthetic, but there was no consideration for such thing in the dark apothecary's laboratory. This was science! They couldn't waste their time over such trivial matters as mitigating a subjects physical suffering. While the saw was precise, it was also slower than expected. Hissing in irritation, the saurian Sith pushed the surgical droid operating the saw out of the way and began to dig in with his naked claws, carving so straight a line with his sharpened talons that even the droid appeared impressed. When the creature had been opened fully, he dug in with his hands and began to root around in the rakghoul's guts. Within moments he was pulling out organs and placing them on a collection tray beside the surgical table."Note the complete transssformation of internal organz. If we hadn't already obssserved that the sssubject had been human prior to the introduction of the disssease, it would be next to imposssible to determine that now basssed on autopsssy alone. Genetic tesssting may prove more successsful." He snapped his claws at the ranat-surgeons present. "I want tisssue samplez of each organ thoroughly analyzed. Thiz iz more than jussst a form of aggresssive cancer. If we can decipher how it transformz the host to an entirely different speciez, we might be able to utilize that mechanisssm to create our own ssserum, sssomething that transformz any number of vassstly different alien archetypez into sssomething ssspecific."The vermin nodded and began to process the removed organs, weighing and taking all manner of samples. One of the rodent medical practitioners squeaked an interesting question. Dragus raised a scaled brow, tilted his head to the side as he considered the ranat's suggestion."A ranat ssserum? No, that seemz rather pointlesss. Your speciez already breedz exceptionally fassst, I can barely keep an accurate tally on your numberz. It would be a wassste of resourcez." He tapped a dirty claw against one of his glistening teeth. "I waz thinking of perhapz sssomething a bit more...pleasssurable."Two of the ranat surgeons stopped what they were doing and looked at one another, squeaking the obvious. Snarling, the black scaled barabel thumped his muscular tail on the ground, shaking the table."It doesssn't have to be an ewok ssserum!" He hissed, baring dripping fangs at the vermin folk, before straightening and recomposing himself. "But, yez, it will probably be an ewok ssserum. Now get to work!"Fuming now, the mad alchemist strode out of the enclosure and rejoined his tall bodyguards, heading further down the corridor as he performed his daily inspection.
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Darth Xitan
The Sith Eternal
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Affiliation: The Cult of the Eternal
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Post by Darth Xitan on Feb 25, 2022 22:15:01 GMT -8
The activity of the Middle Segment was certainly almost like a hive buzzing daily. The center of power for the Sith Eternal was filled to the brim with all manner of loyalists to the Supreme Leader and the ideals of the Sith. Stormtroopers patrolled the halls, privileged officers lived in the Upper Spires, the acolytes were ever training... one of his fellow peers even remarked 'it is like the Shadow Academy of Second Imperium!' Xitan could certainly believe those words. While the Shadow Academy had been a battlestation dedicated to the education of Dark Jedi, it was still a floating fortress of shadows, dedicated to the Dark Side of the Force. The major contradiction though was the presence of these ranats, the disgusting Sithspawn of Dragus... gods these things were numerous.
Xitan, a Favored of the Eternal, walked along the corridors of the immense fortress that floated within the Cloak of the Sith. Rather suddenly, a shadow was cast over several of the viewports that were above him. He paused to gaze upward, seeing the wedged shape of a patrolling Star Destroyer as it, temporarily, blotted out the sun which Roon orbited around. Once it had passed, he continued along his path, passing several other acolytes and even some of the unfortunate rabble, the failures, known as the Cultists, that stalked the corridors. A couple such creatures, nameless as they were as punishment for their failures, were noticed by Xitan as they fixed one of the junctures. Nullus Beacon was a living machine itself and required constant attention, these lessers did well in serving their part. The masked Sith gazed upon them, causing the pair to bow their heads in servitude.
Pathetic...
Remarked Xitan quietly as he moved on, leaving them to their menial task. He never understood why the Supreme Leader didn't just off these whelps. They were weak, nothing more than wasted breathing space. Yet the mysterious leader of the Eternal remarked that they would serve their part as any other in the order would: as a rabble to overwhelm their foes and to give their lives in the name of the Three Emperors. Everyone had a purpose, even the weak.
=????= They are wretched things... of weakness and fear.
Xitan paused in the hallway, hearing nothing but the hum of the living fortress. A voice had just spoken to him, through the Force, yet as soon it spoke, it vanished. The Sith had not even detected a presence. How strange, things had continued to be strange since the encounter with Sithspawn that had nearly wiped out his patrol. Sallus took the fall, as intended, yet Xitan's mind was ever present on the pain endured and what it had caused. The Dark Side had not revealed much since that day though, but there were times when Xitan felt... like someone was watching him. Like there was a lurking presence from the beyond.
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Dragus
The Sith Eternal
In front of the Empire, to all you Vader haters out there. We'll blow your planet up.
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Post by Dragus on Apr 17, 2022 5:39:45 GMT -8
Scurrying through the filth grimed ventilation system of the Nullus Beacon's middle segment, a plague of ranats moved unseen by all, the only sign of their presence being the pitter-patter of gnarled paws echoing throughout the air ducts. Beneath soiled rags that covered their scabrous skin and greasy fur, they carried a boon from the flesh pits of the Great Devouer's domain. Beady black soulless eyes regarded the 'eggs' their master had bid them to discreetly distribute about the star fortress. Each contained an alchemical concoction the dark apothecary of the Sith Eternal had been experimenting with, concealed as chocolate and sweets, pleasing to the eye but perhaps not so pleasing to the digestive system. Slipping from their network of tunnels, they spread these special 'treats' in every nook and cranny they could find.Meanwhile a plethora of adorable ewoks sauntered about the halls, each wearing a headband attached to two long bunny ears, freshly hacked off that morning from a batch of mutant rabbits that Hungering One was breeding down in his lab. They carried baskets full actual sweets that they handed out to anyone they passed. Stormtroopers smiled beneath their white plastoid helms as the cute bear-bunnies handed them candy, which they occasionally slipped beneath their helmets to enjoy.Gregory Vandek, one of the newer recruits from Nime, exited the refresher and resumed his patrol of the middle segment corridors with his partner Jace Dameron. Sounding excited, Gregory turned to his partner and held up a yellow plastic egg. "Look what I found in the refresher." He said, showing Jace the egg. He cracked it open to reveal a small chocolate treat shaped like a little hawk-bat. "Somebody must have left one of the treats those ewoks were handing out."Not that Gregory could see it under his helmet, but Jace gave his partner the most incredulous look. He shook his head from side to side. "You're not going to eat that, are you? You found it in the toilet." "It wasn't in the toilet." Gregory scoffed. "It was on the counter by the sink. Besides, it was wrapped in this plastic egg." He waved a hand dismissively. "It's fine."Taking a quick look around to see if any Sith were around to scold him, Gregory lifted his helmet and plopped the chocolate into his mouth, chewing it between his teeth. "It's really good." He said with his mouth full, before swallowing it down. He paused. "Huh. Bit of a funny aftertaste though."Jace shook his head, clearly unimpressed, and the duo continued to patrol the hall for another few minutes. As they turned a corner, Gregory stopped and place a hand on the wall to steady himself. His partner looked over at him, this time with concern. "Hey, you alright, buddy?"His partner's response was a muffled puking sound as Gregory voided the contents of his stomach into his helmet. Struggling with his helm, he ripped the white plastoid bucket off and dropped it on the deck. Jace leaned in and put a hand on his partners shoulder, only to withdraw it and gasp as he saw the other trooper's eyes. Blood seeped from sickly yellow orbs. Gregory tried to open his mouth, to reveal a blackened tongue that matched the rot quickly spreading throughout his body. He puked again, this time expelling blood and what looked like bits of his stomach lining. His swelling black tongue dropped from his mouth with the last of it, while putrid defecation slid out from between the white plate covering his legs, violently exploding as it burned through the black body glove he wore under his armour.Sadly, he was not alone. All across the star fortress, similar events were unfolding as unsuspecting staff consumed the poisoned edibles with varying effects. Some suffered violent episodes as poison ruined their insides, whereas others rapidly transformed to organic mulch as they were consumed by parasites. A few even had their skin turned inside out, though that was a less frequent occurrence as Dragus hadn't quite worked out the perfect formula for that. An announcement was made across the middle segments PA system a short while later warning those aboard not to consume any of the candy that had been distributed throughout the station. Most listened, but not all.Happy Easter }:>
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Post by Darth Sanguinus on Dec 4, 2022 17:05:51 GMT -8
The blurry sight of bubbles filled Sanguinus' eyes when he came to. He shook his head and tried to speak but all that came out was a watery, muffled low tone. He reached to his mouth to find a respirator and he realized he was in a vertical bacta tank. Sanguinus wondered how long he'd been here. He wondered where "here" even was. He tried to see what was beyond the glass of his pod, but all he could see was some medical equipment. He moved his foot around, ankle was completely healed. He swam up to the surface of the tank, ripping the respirator off and taking a deep breath of fresh air. He crawled out of the tank and looked around for anyone, a medical droid slowly wandered in.
"Oh, you're awake, sir. You need more time in the bacta tank."
"I'll be fine. Where am I?"
"Why... the Nullus Beacon, sir."
"the Nullus Beacon...? Where the hell is that?" The droid gave an inquisitive look, as much as a droid can. It was as it didn't understand the question. "You don't know?"
The droid said nothing, and Sanguinus gave a long sigh. He sat in the doctor chair by the tank and droid began looking over his vitals.
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Darth Xitan
The Sith Eternal
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Affiliation: The Cult of the Eternal
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Post by Darth Xitan on Dec 5, 2022 18:32:32 GMT -8
The door hissed, to the medical wing, not longer after. The familiar face of Vullorr was seen not long after, but he was joined by another. A Duros of lanky build and seemed more scholarly in appearance than a warrior. They did not bring guards, like before, even the masked Sith that Sanguinus fought was nowhere to be seen either. Vullorr stops just some feet away before nodding to the Duros.
=Vullorr= Another like Xazatar has come to join us. Albeit less skilled, but nonetheless, a honed blade.
The Duros approaches, giving the healed Sanguinus a look over.
=Melabor= Seems fit for duty. And there is to be a place available, most suitable for him.
After all, another had just joined recently and ensured a spot was to be present. Although still needing education, Sanguinus had proved his power and thus he wouldn't be set among the other pupils. Vullorr would find that more of an insult than anything.
=Vullorr= No thanks to you, Melabor...
Tormus met his fate at the hands of a Zabrak named Karnac. Obviously a ploy to ensure a protégé was defeated of a possible rival to Melabor, at least. Tormus had been a rather astute and capable individual, but it seems that the fate of the Dark Side said otherwise. Melabor steps back, allowing the Voice of the Eternal to move forward.
=Vullorr= How are your injuries healing? Hopefully no limp that will hinder your ascension?
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Post by Darth Sanguinus on Dec 6, 2022 17:34:04 GMT -8
Sanguinus lifted one leg up, putting all of his weight on the formerly broken ankle. He could have jumped into a somersault if he wanted to, but this was a sufficient show of recovery. The dark lord jerked his head to the left causing a popping crack sound to come from his neck, and started stretching his arms.
"I feel as though i could single-handedly destroy Alderaan all over again." His eyes met Vullor's "So, you don't plan to destroy me?"
Sanguinus had suspected as much. He had certainly proven himself to at least be useful, to what extent he wasn't sure, but there would certainly be more proving to do going forward. He now understood the extent of their power here, and knew he would need to gain their trust as a subordinate himself before he takes control. This could take years, he knew. But he will do whatever it takes to raise in the ranks while he was here. Sanguinus felt a slight chill and remembered he was wearing nothing but his underwear, he looked around for his personal belongings while the doctor finished looking him over.
"No doubt the Eternal has plans for me to carry out, yes? Am i to do them naked?"
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Dragus
The Sith Eternal
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Post by Dragus on Dec 8, 2022 7:58:49 GMT -8
As if on cue, one of the plump bodied ewok nursemaids working in the medical facility swaggered forwards on two short furry legs. The sentient bear was most likely female based on the physical proportions of her bosom, which was covered with an immaculate white apron with a red cross on the front denoting the alien as medical staff. She kept her hide hooded head bowed while in the presence of the council members, but raised her chestnut furred arms to place a translucent bag on the table next to the bacta tank. Contained within the see through bag were Sanguinus' clothes, recently washed and steam cleaned, pressed and folded, before being sealed away in the airtight container. Next to the sealed bag of clothes she placed a tray, upon which was set a folded set of black Sith robes as seen commonly adorned by the acolytes of the Nullus Beacon. When this was done, she stepped away from the table with her head still bowed before the two council Sith, then returned to her duties attending to the others in the medical wing.
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Darth Xitan
The Sith Eternal
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Affiliation: The Cult of the Eternal
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Post by Darth Xitan on Dec 8, 2022 21:51:53 GMT -8
The two councilors didn't even answer Sanguinus as the ewok nursemaids came into the room as if they were waiting for the Sith to make inquiry on his clothing. There was a face of dissatisfaction on the face of Vullorr while Melabor just looked disgusted with the creatures. Their colleague, Lord Dragus, was bringing all kinds of creatures into their midst, Ewoks were the least of their concerns. The ranats were a real problem and were left to fester in every nook and cranny of the Nullus Beacon. The council did its best to reel in the Dark Apothecary, but he had allies among their own ranks it seemed.
Melabor scoffed at the Ewoks as they left. Vullorr turned his attention to Sanguinus before gesturing to the outfit that had been left for him.
=Vullorr= You will be made an Acolyte, but not any ordinary one. You have been honed, but are still a wild blade. The Supreme Leader believes you have greater potential to be a head above your peers and thus will grant you the honor of being a Favored of the Eternal.
The Sith waves the medical droids away.
=Vullorr= The one you fought before, Darth Xitan, is a Favored himself. He has garnered the attention of the Council, especially Lord Dragus. Recently aided in the conquest of Ryloth, has command of a warship, a squadron of crack pilots, and a legion of Stormtroopers. As a Favored, you will be granted the same honors, honors that no mere Acolyte can have.
The Favored were said to be the next generation to replace the Councilors who sat presently. If not, they were to be the ones who ensure the course of the Sith Eternal and would bring about the great strides and achievements to come. They were the favored of the Supreme Leader and thus their name. Highly skilled Acolytes whose abilities outshined most of their peers. They were the strongest of the strong.
=Vullorr= When you are situated, a mission will be ready for you, Darth Sanguinus. The Supreme Leader expects great things from you.
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Post by Darth Sanguinus on Dec 9, 2022 19:22:31 GMT -8
"Bah!" Sanguinus scoffed at the notion of being the same rank as this Darth Xitan. He knew if Vullorr had not interfered during their duel, the young warrior would have surely met his end. It could be worse, he thought, when he heard about everything Xitan was in command of. At least with this rank he could establish some amount of power for the time being. He shook his head in acceptance, and turned to his personal items where he noticed the most peculiar of servants that had brought them in. He did not know what to make of what he had just saw as the female ewok turned and left the room. He shrugged, and began to adorn himself with his armor and robes, replacing his old robes with the new acolyte ones. They seemed to fit perfectly and even matched his sith armor even better than his old robes. Sanguinus fastened straps together and tied perfect knots wherever they were needed as Vullorr continued.=Vullorr= When you are situated, a mission will be ready for you, Darth Sanguinus. The Supreme Leader expects great things from you. Sanguinus clipped both his lightsabers to his belt, and then picked up the final piece of adornment. A sharp hiss could be heard as the metal half mask clasped around Sanguinus' lower mandible and locked into place. He turned to look at his new master, eyes burning like the sun. The robes suit him nicely, he looked like he belonged, like he was complete again. The dark lord spoke with a voice that gave a hollow, metallic echo with every syllable uttered."I am ready. What would you have your Acolyte do?"
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Darth Xitan
The Sith Eternal
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Affiliation: The Cult of the Eternal
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Post by Darth Xitan on Dec 10, 2022 21:36:54 GMT -8
Vullorr remained quiet as Sanguinus dressed himself in the garments of his station and allegiance. The Sith then motions to Melabor who bows and departs, knowing that his role was concluded. The medical droids began to clean up the station while the Sith Lord revealed a handheld holoprojector, clicking it on to reveal a file on a planet in the Mid Rim, the forest world of Kashyyyk.
=Vullorr= A key component of our industry is slavery, Sanguinus. We utilize slaves for our projects and to sell on the various black markets which enrich our coffers and fuel our agendas. We do not have the means of factions that are... better situated with industrial worlds.
Sanguinus, in due time, would learn of the Sith Eternal's operations in the Underworld as suppliers of spices and slaves. Control over Ryloth and Roon gave them great influence. Utilizing agents, Sith loyalists, as their merchants and smugglers, the Eternal then gained the fruits of their labors through credits which were funneled back to Roon and utilized where they were needed such as with bribes or the acquisition of materials.
=Vullorr= Xitan and yourself will commit to a series of raids on Kashyyyk. Necessary ones to enhance our slavery pools. The Wawaatt Archipelago, where the heaviest concentration of their kind, may do well. But if subtly is needed, then the two of you will be authorized to commit to raiding smaller villages and tree cities. We still wish to be viewed as an Imperial Remnant to the greater galaxy. We have enlisted the aid of various Trandoshan slaver guilds who are eager for a good raid.
Handing the holo device to Sanguinus, Vullorr would continue.
=Vullorr= Are there any necessities you need before departure?
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Post by Darth Sanguinus on Dec 12, 2022 18:16:56 GMT -8
Another insult, not only would Sanguinus be the same rank as Xitan, but now he must babysit the young pup. Sanguinus scowled again, though not making any audible disapproval this time. The Dark lord stood up straight with great posture, holding his head up high, and resting his hands behind his back. He walked with all the grace and formality of an imperial officer, and yet simultaneously with all the imposing presence of dread of Darth Vader. The Pau'an and Vullor left the medical room and began down the Hallway, Sanguinus following the old Sith's lead. Some questions still lingered in his mind as they walked.
"All i need are more answers. I assume your people confiscated my ship? I will need to be escorted to the hangar where it is being held. I have still yet to have had a tour of this... Nullus Beacon? I can only assume we are on a capital ship in orbit, correct?"
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Darth Xitan
The Sith Eternal
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Post by Darth Xitan on Dec 13, 2022 12:59:17 GMT -8
Vullorr visibly scoffs when Sanguinus assumes that it is a capital ship in orbit. The Sith chuckles lightly at the remark.
=Vullorr= The Nullus Beacon is more than simply a capital ship. It is a gargantuan station, not like the Death Star though. It is more modeled through inspiration from the Shadow Academy It is our nexus of power and where we will project said power to the greater galaxy from. Just as Roon hides within the Cloak of the Sith, so too does this station. It has the means to educate the future generations and expand upon our might.
He gestures to a viewport that was nearby. The proximity of this medical bay would allow Sanguinus to even see the Lower Segment, where the dockyards were and, at present, a handful of Star Destroyers, belonging to significant commands and members of the Eternal. It was quite the immense project and sum of credits in order to build this. There would be countless spires and miles of metal if the Acolyte gazed outward.
=Vullorr= Your ship has been brought back to the Nullus Beacon and currently sits in the hangar bay of the Firebrand, Xitan's flagship.
His finger moves slightly left, while pointing at the viewport, indicating where that was. Easy to see where the Xyston-class was.
=Vullorr= As for a tour and escort, a droid can handle that. One will come shortly to do so.
For a moment, the Sith glances at the med-bay doors before looking at Sanguinus.
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Post by Darth Sanguinus on Jan 7, 2023 12:53:34 GMT -8
Almost on cue as the words left Vullorr's mouth, A small Viper model probe droid ejected from a wall panel that slid open with a hiss. The droid hauntingly hovered closer to Sanguinus and spoke to him in a low, metallic droid voice that sounded more like metal plates grinding against each other than an actual voice. It reminded Sanguinus of a gonk droid almost, though, one that can actually speak something other than its own name.
"Good day, sir. I am 0-T21, your new personal assistant. If you would kindly follow me, i have been instructed to escort you to master Xitan's ship."
Sanguinus pivoted towards Vullorr, put a hand over his heart and bowed in thanks and reverence to his new master. They departed, as Sanguinus followed the floating droid further down the hall. Sanguinus was reminded back to a time when he was a child in a jedi temple, back then he also had a much smaller, floating droid that followed him around everywhere and the two would get into such mischief together. The Pau'an rubbed his head as if to rub the memories away. It was a lifetime ago, and that temple has long since been burned to the ground. They entered a turbolift and Sanguinus finally spoke.
"0-T21 huh?" "Yes, sir." "From now on I will refer to you as Oh-tee, understood?" "Yes, sir." "What are your weapon capabilities, Oh-tee?" "My systems include a Z-6 rotary blaster cannon, A flame projector, a personal shield, and a self destruct sequence."
"Excellent." The turbolift door hissed open again. And the two stepped out into room which connected to the docking bay where Xitan's ship was being held.
"You will accompany me on this journey as my bodygaurd, Oh-tee." They came to the entrance of a boarding umbilical. "Looks like we are here."
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Dragus
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Post by Dragus on Feb 22, 2023 7:57:38 GMT -8
In the shrouded dust cloud known as the Cloak of the Sith, resided a massive star fortress a match for the likes of the former Death Stars and Star Forge, perhaps paling only in comparison to the Eye of Palpatine itself. While the construction of this fortress had been a monumental undertaking requiring the combined might of all the ranat clans of Dragusblight, maintaining this wonder of the galaxy was an equal challenge. It took nearly a planets population worth of soldiers and skilled technicians to man the dread-fort, all bearing the sinister red emblem of the Sith Eternal.As it happened, two of these soldiers found themselves on patrol throughout the middle segment, marching shoulder to shoulder as they crossed into the less frequently traveled lower decks. They were practically twins in their signature red gammaplast Sith Trooper armour, each cradling an E-11 blaster carbine in their black body-glove encased hands. Their names had been discarded in favour of serial designations. The elder of the pair marching on the left was known as TK-421, a veteran of the Supreme Leader's campaign to liberate Roon from its former Blackguard overseers. To his right, the junior of the two, was the far less remarkable TK-637. A pleasant tune was broadcast over the PA system as the duo entered the turbolift, descending down to notorious deck thirteen.It was uncommon to patrol the floors below deck fifteen, most of which were overseen by the maintenance and sanitation departments. However, in this instance they had received specific instructions to perform a sweep of deck thirteen. Several of the troopers with assigned housing on that deck had failed to report for their regularly scheduled duties, a sad but semi-regular happenstance if truth be told, though it still required investigation to sate Eternal High Command. They had all heard the rumours of course, of strange sights and sounds to be found in those dimly lit corridors. It was said the deck was inhabited by the bestial hordes of the Dark Apothecary, who made meals of any individual found to be traveling alone in those nerve-unsettling depths.TK-421 shook the thought from his head. He didn't believe a word of it. After the conquest of Roon he'd even had the chance to meet Sith Eternal's alchemy artisan. Lord Dragus had seemed a bit odd perhaps, but he was pleasant enough, for a strange lizard monster of a Sith. If anything was the culprit of said disappearances he suspected it was more likely the result of an overindulgence in spice. Ever since those Black Fang criminals had established themselves among the Inner Spires, the rigid martial discipline of the Corps had begun to dwindle, with many troopers turning to the various vices available during their downtime. He even knew of a few that indulged while on duty, or at least who had, up until he had reported them to his platoon sergeant.WOOSH! A rush of sour air greeted the two troopers as the turbolift doors split apart. As expected the deck was poorly illuminated, the lumens overhead flickering at random intervals, casting shadows in every corner of the corridor. TK-421 raised his blaster carbine and stepped out of the lift first, while TK-637 followed just behind, his own blaster pointed at the floor. They activated their helmet torches, projecting a yellow cone of light from the right corner of their gammaplast helms. The quadrasteel deck floor was filthy, crusted with a layer of scum that neither trooper could readily identify. A steaming pile of excrement in the middle of the hall assailed their senses and forced both soldiers to active their suits built in air-filtration devices. TK-421 approached the shin high pile of brown dung and knelt near it, dipping two gloved fingers into the still warm heap, before bringing them before his helmet's visor."Ewok spore." Said TK-421, his voice projected through his helmets speaker. He stood up and aimed his carbine down the suspiciously vacant hall, periodically checking his motion sensors for activity, but finding none. "It's fresh.""Gross, Bob." TK-637 replied, holding his blaster one handed down at his side as he stared judgmentally at his partner. "You didn't need to touch it. I could have told you it was shit just by looking at it."TK-421, also known as Bob, scowled inside his helmet at his companions failure to follow standard protocol by using his given name. He turned to face the younger trooper and let his irritation be known through the tone of voice. "Hey, we're on duty. Use our TK designations unless you want a write up when we get back to the barracks. And I know it's shit, but the only way to tell what is belongs to is to check the consistency.""Okay, I'll bite." He shook his head. "What makes you think its ewok poop?""It's soft. Ranat excrement tends to be harder, like tiny black beads accompanied by a trail of pungent urine. The vermin just go whenever they have to, often while in mid-scurrying, which leaves a trail. Whereas the ewoks aboard the Beacon are carnivorous to my knowledge, their stool is more of a runny mess, which they use to mark their territory. Trust me, TK-637, this is ewok shit.""Whatever." Replied the younger trooper, shaking his head. "Just don't forget to wash your hands."Raising their blaster carbines, the two crimson clad troopers slowly made their way deeper into the dark bosom of deck thirteen.
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Dragus
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Post by Dragus on Jun 25, 2023 5:16:49 GMT -8
No one really knew when the red troopers first arrived. At first it had just been a few, marching in stark contrast to the white plastoid of their predecessors, until the whites grew fewer and became far less frequent. Eventually they were replaced entirely. Red gamma-plast clad Sith Troopers were becoming a far more common sight, as the Sith Eternal's cloning project on Kamino was starting to show results. The first model of completely obedient Nu-Jakes had emerged from their cloning cylinders and were quickly armed and brought up to speed, as most of their learning had taken place at a cellular level as specific genetic memory was cultured and the human genome was improved upon. Even the ranats that could be found in every nook and cranny of the star fortress paid special attention to avoid the patrol routes of these cold and callous soldiers, utterly without remorse, unquestionably loyal to the Sith.
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Darth Craxious
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Post by Darth Craxious on Nov 6, 2023 17:40:42 GMT -8
The Nullus Beacon was a true sanctum of the Sith, each of the members of the council had enough malevolent will to drown the Galaxy in the Dark, and above them all stood the Supreme Leader. Craxious had not lingered for long in the Nullus Beacon, but he felt the intoxicating touch of those great Darksiders. He was, by no means, unused to that. His own father, Lord Savage, was a true rip in the fabric of the universe. Viox's unholy blood ran pure through Craxious' veins, and he had served and learned from none other than Darth Malvus, a purebred Sith, whose acumen of the Force and the Occult was unrivalled. Such the princeling felt at home, sensing the ripples in the proverbial sea of utter Darkness he was bathing in. But, there was a pull. A Dark Urge, a sense of inescapable foreboding of either doom or promise. For there was a point in the station that burned intensely with that urge, that feral, beast-like, bloody urge.
Craxious had been bothered in his sleep, haunted by images and feelings. Meditation had not improved his mood. Neither had sparring on his own. His muscles clenched, tense, under the rich fabric of his black tunic, as he moved through the beacon and its cathedralesque interior. The Zabrak walked like a jailed predator, for he could not get rid of the urge that assailed him. The Sith wandered into his own mindscape, turned his eye within and only glanced an empty vacuum, and beyond that, a devouring presence. He could feel it, the very same urge, the very same strength... it felt somewhat familiar. Reminded him of Viox himself. Certainly, there was a will so powerful and radiant in its own darkness that did not pale even when placed next to the mesmerizing power of he who was called the Supreme Leader -someone Craxious had never even seen. So, the once-prince of Iridonia, Sith master, walked, moved through hallways and corridors, feeling an urge that could devour everything. He could not help himself.
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Dragus
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Post by Dragus on Nov 8, 2023 6:08:49 GMT -8
Above Craxious' thorn crowned head the deck lights began to flicker, blinking off and on as the power source that sustained them was drained by an unseen force, leaching the electrical current while simultaneously drawing the very warmth from the air until each breath became an exhalation of steam. At the far end of the corridor the Son of the Sith'ari currently found himself in suddenly went altogether black, a prevailing darkness enshrouding the burnished durasteel walls and floors in light swallowing shadow. At the hallways end where the L shaped intersection shot to the right in a rigid 90 degree angle, there was movement in the dark, as some monstrously muscular thing of tooth and claw smashed into the bulkhead wall, crumpling the hardened alloy with a bestial depression. Concealed by the failed lumen strips overhead, this sinuous creature hidden in the encompassing shadow projected the feral aura of something primal, a predatory sentience driven by the baser urges of an animal. Blood and meat, screamed its beast brain into the Force wracked winds of the fey. There was something else too, something even stronger that its instincts projected unmistakably. Fear, it was afraid of something even worse than itself. This creature wasn't so much hunting for prey as it was fleeing from pursuit.More swift movement in the darkened stretch of hall signalled the arrival of whatever wraith stalked it, followed by the glint of long curling talons of obsidian that were more akin to butchers hooks than the forefingers of a saurian claw. Their razor tips struck the damaged wall, grating against the steel in a heinous shriek of nails on slate, eliciting an eruption of orange sparks that briefly revealed the two figures in this fiendish game of cat and mouse. The first and foremost creature closest to Craxious was a bipedal mutant consisting of molted leathery brown flesh, naked save for a ragged scrap of cloth that maintained its modesty. Its ghoulish hunched over frame was capped by a freakish head with rotten yellow sharpened nubs for teeth and two empty folds in place of eyes, its scalp spiked with course black hairs. A rakghoul, a product of alchemy from the earliest days of the Sith, its kind birthed during the Hundred-Year Darkness that had threatened to consume the galaxy many millennia ago. Pestilent froth sprayed from the hard panting mouth of its panicked expression as it plunged forwards towards the Zabrak, every iota of its being wailing in desperate fright.Only for a second could the creature's pursuer be seen as the sparks began to die, temporarily exposing a black scaled thing draped in tanned man-hide, wearing a cadaverous robe of flayed human faces surgically sutured together to form a corpse tapestry of the expressed anguish and horror its donors had felt at the moment of their demise. Black lips slit apart on a cruel crocodilian snout to expose forested rows of gleaming white fangs stained pink from their latest meal, twisted into a nightmarish sneer that seemed to stretch impossibly beyond the borders of the figure's villainous visage. Its spark spewing claws carved furrows into the bulkhead wall, hurling durasteel splinters into the running rakghoul's back, peppering its flesh and splashing diseased blood across the deck. This was unmistakably the being that Craxious had sensed. Its presence didn't so much contain an aura as it did project a wasting miasma that wilted anything and everything it came into contact with, greedily gluttonizing life force and light, an insatiable hunger incapable of ever being truly appeased. A second shower of sparks erupted overhead as a serrated Sith iron spike slashed across the ceiling, connected to a serpentine scaly appendage that extended down into the hateful figure's corpse-covered backside, creating just enough of a flash to expose its mismatched gaze. Whatever it was, it growled a monstrous command of its own in the common tongue, gurgling wetly in galactic basic as blood bubbled in its throat."Ssstop that rakghoul!" It hissed, misting the air with warm crimson flecks as it bellowed its murderous instruction. "Kill it now!"
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Darth Craxious
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Post by Darth Craxious on Nov 8, 2023 12:11:17 GMT -8
The hellish apparition would frighten many, sending men to their knees frozen in fear, or running for their lives, tail between their legs. But, Craxious had been anointed in the unholy oils and inks amidst the obnoxious fumes of Mustafar marking his as a Dark scion of Viox's lineage. He had been raised among monstrosities and tutored by alchemists, swordmasters and prophets. He had heard the chants, smelled the oils and ointments, listened to the agonizing screams of slaves mutated into the stuff of nightmare by the way of Sith Alchemy. A son of the molten planet, cradle of evil, seat of Vader and hold of darkness, would not be sent running, for even if the diseased shape running towards him with fright and murderous intent was bad –nightmare inducing-, he had seen worse. The only thing that made the Sith stop a mere blink, was the fearsome thing following the beast. A plague-bearing horror, a nightmarish figure, a natural-born tyrant of fearsome power. This was the Dark Urge, the insatiable thirst and hunger he had felt, pulling him towards this dark mesmerizing miasma.
Unable to resist such dark will and obeying reason, the prince commanded the Force, the twin-bladed lightsaber flying quick to an open glove-clad hand already waiting for it. The weapon hissed as it ignited –a pair of bleeding red blades- and Craxious leaped on his feet, nimble, propelling himself forward with invisible force, as he spins the saber ahead, in a blurry torment of spiraling blades.
The beast, having its limbs slashed, growled, trying to hack to pieces the newfound foe, one that covered its only way out. The Sith slid behind its limbs, cutting upwards and mutilating the abomination. With a flourish, he slashed away another fierce claw, moved past its flank, spilling its innards with a hiss, and finally leaped again and beheaded the rakghoul with a single fluid movement, from top to bottom, the blade scarring the floor as the head fell.
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