Darth Xitan
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Post by Darth Xitan on Jan 23, 2022 21:03:43 GMT -8
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. This more privileged area also serves as the home for those ranked as Sith Masters, members of the Council of the Seven, and the mysterious Supreme Leader. High-ranking officials, that are non-force, but serving the Sith Eternal as loyalists, also reside here. Captains of ships, commanders of legions, and even those with connections that will aid with bringing forth material and wealth to the coffers of the Eternal. Many have seen the Sovereign Admiral of Great Roon visit here various times. |
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Dragus
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Post by Dragus on Feb 1, 2022 7:35:30 GMT -8
While the vast majority of the forces arrayed under the dark apothecary's command had settled themselves in the dank underbelly and lower levels of the Nullus Beacon, the Great Devourer did claim one of the spire towers, as was his right as a member of the council of seven. This tower extended from the inner ring, rising almost to the height of the Supreme Leader's tower at the centre, carefully shortened by the barest margin. The top of the tower stood out in stark contrast to the rest of the darkened length of Imperial steel, crafted almost entirely out of ruby red meltmassif, to better channel the mental abilities of those that dwelled there. The top of the tower shone like a lighthouse, gazing from the beacon into the depths of the Cloak of the Sith, and could even be glimpsed from within the dust cloud when approaching the battle fortress.
Mechanical doors smoothly slid apart as a figure shrouded in a midnight hued robe entered the highest level of the tower, accompanied by a scurrying ranat in tattered rags. The larger figure's clawed feet clacked on the smooth surgical steel floor with every tap of his talon tipped toes. Behind him, a considerable length of black scaled tail swayed from his hindquarters, capped with a serrated iron spike that glistened in the poorly illuminated room. Tallow candles of human fat burned upon dais and tables, or hung from chain lanterns, providing light as greasy smoke wafted from burning wicks. A slow growl escaped the throat of the Hungering One as he strode through the tower, rank steam hissing from his nostril slits, while ropes of hot salivation dripped from his open maw. A mouth full of dagger shaped teeth could be seen as his forked tongue stuck out and flicked the air, detecting all manner of scents and pungent flavours. His clawed fingers raked the wall as he casually walked towards the central chamber, screeching as the curved talon carved a deep furrow in the material. Finally the Great Devourer arrived, rodent companion in tow, entering the nursery where his latest experiment was maturing.
In his infinite wisdom, the Supreme Leader had decreed that a new breed of Force user would be created to help guide the Sith Eternal's forces through the Cloak of the Sith. As one might expect, the burden of creating and nurturing these future navigators had fallen on the shoulders of the cult's dark apothecary, as if he didn't have enough on his plate already. Still, never one to complain to the Supreme Leader in person (only behind his back), Dragus had pursued the project with the same fervor and mania as he did all his other experiments. Thus he had siphoned a portion of those Force sensitive children his followers in Nime were kidnapping from their beds at the darkest hours of night and sequestered them here, within the heart of the Seeing Spire as it was now known.
Upon entering the room containing at least forty cribs by his count, the first thing he noticed was the smell of human waste as the filthy mammals pissed and defecated with almost careless disregard for the ewok maidens seeing to their care. The sound of babies wailing assaulted his ears, forcing the mad alchemist to reach down to the ranat assistant at his side and tear two strips from the sentient rodent's tattered attire, which he then proceeded to stuff into his ear holes, slightly muffling the sound of crying infants. Marginally more comfortable, the black scaled barabel approached the rows of children and ran his clawed finger talons over the railings of several cribs, stopping near the center of the nursery. Female ewoks in white aprons walked between the cribs, occasionally picking up an infant and rocking them in their arms or feeding them from a bottle. Dragus' stomach groaned upon inspecting such fresh meat, though he managed to refrain from indulging his ceaseless appetite through sheer will. He leaned over one occupied crib and stared at the human babe within, a pale skinned male that seemed as curious of him as he was of it. The babe showed no fear of him, which was quite bothersome, though he supposed it still had time to learn. He reached to the side of the crib and found a clipboard, which he handed to the ranat at his side. It took the piece of wood and parchment and prepared to scribble with a stylus held ready in its gnarled paws.
"Midi-chlorian count, adequate." He stated, reading from a medical chart. "We'll sssoon sssee if the meltmasssif haz an effect on the progresssion of their mental abilitiez. It iz posssible that removing the limbz of the child at thiz early ssstage might further increassse the maturation of sssaid abilitiez, though I am reluctant to do ssso at thiz time. If the project provez a bussst, we could at leassst repurpossse them as Sssith acolytez or for another ssset of experimentz. Force sensitivez are ssstill a finite resssource, for now anywayz." Red mist soiled the child and crib with every spoken word from the mad alchemist's bleeding gums. He snapped a finger at one of the nearby ewok caretakers. "You there, cut thiz onez food rationz in half. A weakened body might produce the adaption of a sharper mind."
He replaced the medical chart and moved on, past the rows of cribs to an adjoining room where a specialized food was being prepared for the infants. Inside the side room which was more or less a poorly illuminated box, were two massive ranat broodmares hooked up to mechanical contraptions that were milking them. The ranat milk was then processed and mixed with an alchemical solution the dark apothecary had whipped up personally. Once prepared, the concoction was poured into bottles, warmed, and then provided to the ewok maidens for distribution amongst the children in the nursery. Tiny human mouths sucked greedily on the bottles nipple ends, not knowing that what they were ingesting was the furthest thing from mothers milk. Dragus nodded approvingly and moved on.
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Travis Slane
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Post by Travis Slane on Feb 26, 2022 19:51:58 GMT -8
*On the border between the inner spires and the middle segment stood a mostly nondescript tower. Though not as tall as the glorious towers at the center of the station where the greatest elites of the Sith Eternal had their domains it still dominated its local area. It's lower levels contained a fully functional advanced medical and research facility where any inhabitant of the station could come and be treated by the best medical professionals available. All hours it saw traffic move in and out of it's doors as great sith and common laborer alike found their way in to reverse the damage from an accident or receive weekly treatment from any number of dangerous diseases. It was in truth an odd beacon of kindness in the middle of a fortress for Sith Lords, however that wasn't all that the tower held. The upper levels of the tower were seen by almost no one outside of Tower's Master, it's vast laboratories and research libraries horded for his personal use.
On a windowless level near the top of the tower sits a modern surgery room full of immaculately clean white walls and floors that could be eaten off of. A single figure occupies the room, his bright grin and cheery demeaner belie the grim scene on his table. Doctor Travis Slane stood above his patient, a Twi'lek man of about 42, examining his exposed chest cavity, quietly measuring a giant tumor intertwined with his internal organs. At first glance anyone visiting would be forgiven for thinking an autopsy was in progress, however it didn't take a medical professional to notice the rapid beat of a working heart and the inflating and deflating of still functional lungs.*
"Aside from the obvious here Mr. Pa'vek you're in remarkably good health for a man your age, do you exercise regularly?" *It was a rhetorical question obviously, the man wasn't about to give an answer. Not because he couldn't hear the question, he was very much still conscious and able to hear, his ability to make noise or move had simply been suppressed, the screams could be so distracting after all. The surgeon couldn't help but look into the man's open eyes for a moment, something in the back of his head stirring as the terror in those eyes permeated the room.* <<You should let him scream, it would add some fun to this dull work of yours>> *The doctor broke contact with the patient's eyes pleading eyes, instead turning to look at his own warped reflection in the mirror-like mask hanging from the wall nearby* "You know that it's hard to dictate notes with them drowning out all the recording devices, it's simply not practical, you can have your fun when I'm done" *He responded to the voice that only he could hear* "Besides this is far more fun than you give it any credit for, we're advancing medical knowledge for the future" *His reflected eyes went yellow for a moment as they rolled at him but the voice was thankfully silent as he returned to his work.
Focusing forward he closed his eyes and focused his perceptions downward, diving beyond the physical to the elemental, making contact with the tumor on a chemical level, stimulating the twisted cells to begin replicating advancing the progress of the disease by willpower alone reveling in the sensations as he dictated the changes he was observing with his senses to the microphones in the room as the patients monitors and the holo-recording or the prosses recorded the changes observable by normal senses. This was only the 3rd such advancement done with this patient and there were many more that he could fit in today and so the Surgeon settled into his routine and began collecting his data.*
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Dragus
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Post by Dragus on Feb 26, 2022 23:03:13 GMT -8
Outside the nondescript medical tower, chaos reigned supreme. Screams and shrieks intermixed with the bestial cries of hungry rakghoul, their jaws slavering and clawed hands slick with freshly spilt blood. Blaster bolts filled the corridors with the acrid stench of burnt ozone as teams of stormtroopers attempted to contain the latest outbreak on the station. They matched the raw savagery of the sithspawn with unwavering bravado and unshakable discipline. Even so, they were losing ground. There had been a...mmm, small, containment breach in one of the dark apothecary's labs that had gotten a bit out of control. It would take time to properly quarantine the area, fortunately the master of material manipulation was present to help isolate and contain the mess. A wailing red lightsaber slashed from side to side, severing limbs with every blow and carving to smoking ruins anything foolish enough to stand against the Great Devourer. A robe of human skin swathed the black scaled form of the barabel, many of the stitched together faces still baring a striking resemblance to the skulls they'd been flayed from. Projected from the blade, a crimson haze enveloped the saurian Sith's rapidly moving body as he dominated every engagement, more a primal force of nature than a skilled duelist. His long muscular tail swished through the air behind him, the serrated iron spike capping the end occasionally being used to pierce flesh or pin a foe in place. Stormtroopers in pearlescent white plastoid rallied to the Hungering One's side, forming firing lines at his behest and gunning down monsters with expert precision.
Together they formed a cohesive unit unparalleled in martial prowess by the mutant plague they faced. Dragus was the center, his fierce melee combat the only thing holding back the horrid tide. The stormtroopers covered the flanks and filled in the gaps. One without the other wouldn't be enough to stem the outbreak. Fortunately the Sith Eternal stood together in the face of...
"Oh, what'z thiz?" Hissed a distracted Dragus as he noticed the entrance to the medical tower. Behind and beside him, stormtroopers rushed up to hold the line, allowing the council member time to catch his breath. Or so they thought. What happened instead was that the unique markings of the medical center had peaked the mad alchemist's fathomless curiosity, enough so to distract him from the battle he was currently participating in. Removing a scaled thumb from his lightsaber hilt's activation stud, he deactivated the blade and returned the hilt to his belt, before then proceeding through the front entrance of the medical tower. The doors split apart with a slight 'whoosh' as he entered. At his feet a beady eyed sentient rodent scurried in as well, scampering over to the door controls and slapping a gnarled paw on the lock mechanism. His ranat assistant's actions caused the doors to slide shut, now sealed against further entry. Muffled cries could be heard coming from outside as the odds quickly turned against the stormtroopers without the Hungering One there to support them. It was too late though; Dragus' interest had been adequately tickled.
Dragus hummed a tune as he investigated the lower level of the medical facility, stopping to examine lab equipment and all manner of scientific curiosities. Still soiled from combat, the saurian left a sticky red path wherever he walked, occasionally blemishing fine glass wear with blood slick scaled fingers. A small swarm of botflies buzzed around his body, drawn to the smell of death and the gruesome attire of human hide he was swathed in. He was a filthy thing at odds with the sterile environment, though no more than his furry companion. The verminous attendant of the dark apothecary was equally unaware of how its scabby form was out of place in such a clean setting. It left a trail of piddle as it scurried after its master, occasionally pocketing small objects of interest in the tattered rags it wore.
"Haz thiz alwayz been here?" He hissed a query, a red mist flecking from his lips with every stressed syllable. The ranat at his side chittered something back in fast spoken rat-speech, its words practically indecipherable to one unaccustomed to hearing the strung together sequence of high pitched squeaks. Lab supplies shook as the black scaled barabel's powerful tail thumped the ground in annoyance. His bloody orbs regarded his rodent companion irritably. "Why would I know? Every day sssome acolyte or newly chrissstened lord iz sssetting up a fiefdom within the Beacon. I can't be expected to keep track of all of them. I am a very busssy Sssith in cassse you hadn't noticed."
It was true. Between his own experiments, studies, and travels there wasn't a lot of free time left. He'd barely enjoyed the company of more than a dozen ewoks in the last week. Rumors were already beginning to spread that his virility wasn't what it used to be.
"What'z thiz?" He said as he plucked a cylindrical vial from one of the tables and held it between two curved talons, examining the liquid contents there within. Casually he popped the cork and breathed in deeply through his nostril slits, attempting to discern the contents of the container. His black lips parted to reveal rows of razor sharp incisors, dripping with hot ropes of salivation. A forked tongue slipped through his maw full of yellow daggers and flicked the contents in the vial, sampling the unique flavor. He smacked his lips briefly and scowled. "Ah, urine. The sssubject that provided the sssample iz sssuffering from a bladder infection, if I am not missstaken." Curiosity sated, he tossed the open vial over his shoulder where it shattered on the floor shortly after. A squeak of protest was elicited from the fanged snout of his ranat follower. "Apologiez my dear mouse-man, I didn't realize you wanted to finish that. Well I am sssure there iz more around here sssomewhere. We've got plenty of time to ssspare anywayz. No doubt Garrax has been sssummoned to deal with the messs outssside, which leavez uz plenty of time to do sssome more exploring. How delightful."
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Dragus
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Post by Dragus on Jan 14, 2023 10:01:36 GMT -8
Location: Nullus Beacon (Cloak of the Sith) : Inner Spires : Seeing Spire of the Dark Apothecary
Near the absolute centre of the massive star fortress was a tall spire that ascended several hundred feet in the air like a towering black monolith. A powerful light shone through the angled meltmassif prism that capped the top of the quadanium steel structure, penetrating the dust cloud with a projected crimson strobe light. Furthering the Seeing Spire's similarities to a lighthouse, an eerie red fog shrouded the dark tower, belched from the buildings ventilation system. Heavier than air, the red curtain of alchemical fumes poured down the sides of the spire, where it concentrated on the ground at its base. Those caught in the red mist were treated to narcotic induced hallucinations that encouraged the more primal parts of the brain to take control. A desire to commit violence, to fornicate and gluttonize to excess, any and all urges were encouraged. It enticed a surlier environment around the base of the spire, which was fortunate because that's where the cantina was located. The Drunken Rancor cantina.
Decades ago, the original proprietor of the cantina opened it on the streets of Cloud City on Bespin. A favourite watering hole of the then Baron Administrator, Endor, it gained notoriety as an establishment where one could wet their whistle, imbibe heavily of some frothy brews, and engage in the occasional round of fisticuffs. After several incidents leading to the cantina's destruction and subsequent reconstruction, it was later moved to the rural mountain community of Outer Haven on Tynna. There among the peaceful otter folk, it was transformed from cantina to tavern, becoming a base of operations for the mysterious retired Force user known only as Captain. Of course Endor, Eradomens, Jarypt, Sigilius, Arok and all the other bad apples continued to flock to its oaken countertop. Unfortunately Captain has his enemies, which included the mechanical monstrosity Commodore Starkiller, who tracked the old man down to the mountain community and battled him in the streets. Their duel had led to the destruction of the business yet again. Taking the hint, its owner George moved the business to the Under City of Taivas where it yet again reverted to a cantina. There is remained for the next few decades, until an outbreak of rakghoul plague in the lower city saw it burned to the ground, its owner barely escaping thanks to the timely assistance of a gamorrean blacksmith. George got the hint and sold his stake in the business, choosing to retire at this point rather than rebuild only to have his establishment destroyed in some other calamity. Sometime later while perusing the advertisement section of the HoloNet, the dark apothecary came across the brand and purchased the name, feeling an indescribable connection to it.
Thus the Drunken Rancor brothel and bar was born, in the Nullus Beacon of all places. There at the base of the Seeing Spire, it practically served as the front entrance to the tower, forcing one to walk past its swinging bloodstained doors on their way to the turbolift. It was occupied by all manner of ill intentioned alien, from savage broad chested Gamorrean war-boars on loan from Pzob, to the small scurrying ranat servants that operated and maintained the Nullus Beacon's vital systems. It even had a few twi'lek sluts fresh off the boat from Ryloth to work the sheets, which were a favourite of the off-duty Sith troopers and acolytes, who didn't have the same appreciation for the ewok maidens formerly filling that role. The bar became a regular place for members of the Black Fang to frequent and plan out future piratical activities, all to add to the Sith Eternal's growing collection of coffers. Occasionally a shirtless Dragus could be found behind the counter, serving drinks excessively to a flock of ewok floozies, but that was a rare happenstance as he spent most of his time between Draggle Rock and Kala'uun these days.
Every now and then the fighting would spill out onto the lawn in front of the Seeing Spire, forcing the Sith Eternal to send in members of its elite crimson armoured Stormtrooper Corp. The result was often a mixed bag. Usually the perpetrators would be put down by a flurry of stun bolts from their E-11 rifles, but sometimes it took a little more to bring down some of the less reasonable customers of the establishment. Quad fire-linked VX Sidewinder repeating blasters mounted to the exterior of the next-door Supreme Leader's tower would occasionally open up, spewing a cascade of deadly red bolts that turned anyone caught outside into scorched swiss cheese. The bodies never lasted for long anyways. They were either dragged inside the spire where they would be hacked apart and harvested for organs, or they would be used as feed for the dark apothecary's bestiary. There always seemed to be packs of ranats leading mutant rakghoul around by the leash. Possibly due to the plethora of pathogens the vermin folk were already carrying, they seemed largely immune to the rakghoul disease. Small cookfires were spread across the lawn, where ghoulish looking hunger cultists sat around the flickering orange flames, turning spits with roasting corpses crackling over the open fires. Greasy wisps of smoke wafted across the clearing, causing some mouths to water in shameless hunger, and others to turn away in disgust. A cordon had to be established around the Seeing Spire, keeping the foul denizens that flocked to the fanged banners of the Great Devourer separated from the more orderly Sith and stormtrooper legions of the Eternal.
Despite the obvious depravity, it was further up the dark spire that drew the attention of any Force sensitive happening by. Of course the Supreme One's tower next door at the heart of the Nullus Beacon radiated the sort of malefic aura one might expect of an evil Sith overlord, but it was the animate miasma that permeated the Seeing Spire that honestly seemed the more wicked of the two structures. One power was ancient and purely malevolent, whereas the other was more present, a sort of lived in evil that seductively beckoned to one and all. There was an inescapable allure that drew rational sentient beings to the dark apothecary's door, when they should have been running the other way; because once they accepted the vice and sin into their souls it would never let them go, especially if they imbibed the Hungering One's secret elixir.
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Darth Xitan
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Post by Darth Xitan on Jul 3, 2023 19:18:21 GMT -8
A recent meeting of the Council...More than usual, there was squabbling and bickering among the Councilors of the Sith Eternal. A recent string of actions had given them concerns, while to others, it gave them a means to heap praises and sing the names of those be denounced. Chief among the names were a few of the Favored, a handful of Masters, and what was perceived as chief culprits: Darth Xitan, Lord Dragus , and Fabricator-General Valefor . This trio was certainly at the center of the arguments between the parties of criticisms and praises.=Vullorr= It spits in the name of the Supreme Leader's authority, not to mention undermines the command of the Fist!Melabor and Vullorr always were the loudest of the conservative voices. Garrax, on the other hand, rolled his eyes as his large arms moved, a finger tapping the desk upon which they sat around. Despite utilizing his name, the Voice was clearly misunderstanding the thoughts of his colleague, Garrax.=Garrax= If it were up to you, Lord Vullorr, we'd be confined to Roon and scratching the best we could to make do with the limited resources of this system!Garrax bit right back, bringing his words the nods of agreement from Astera and Hekat, those who formed the other side of the line. Only Xazatar, the Supreme Leader's Hand, remained quiet and still as usual. The man was of few words, but likely because he believed speaking too much wasted time better spent. Garrax cut Vullorr off before the Voice had a chance to rebuke the words of the Fist.=Garrax= The droid industries of Hypori, the slaves of Ryloth, the cloning technology of Kamino, and now the industrial might of Eriadu. Such treasures, left by the Blackguard Imperium and in the hands of weak independents, now will fuel us to greater heights, Lord Vullorr! You cannot deny what we now have in contrast to before!This time, Melabor rose and decided to attempt to turn the tables.=Melabor= The Favored, Xitan, worked without approval of the Council to gain Eriadu. Not to mention the slave tithe that turned into conquest over Ryloth! Hypori was on the agenda because of our desire for cheap soldiers to fill our ranks. Kamino has become a pet project and fief of Lord Dragus!The Headmaster of the Eternal's educational institution hardly liked the thought of two Sith having control over worlds. Especially Xitan. He was a Favored, perhaps the most praised of the Supreme Leader's cadre of promising Acolytes, but this was a step too far! And yet, the leader of the Sith Eternal was silent on the matter. Not even Vullorr could get an answer on his thoughts.=Vullorr= This is hardly a trend we want to promote among the Sith Eternal's ranks. Cohesion gives us strength!Garrax scoffed. More like obedience and blind loyalty. The Fist knew why this discussion was happening; the Voice was afraid of losing control. He was the second to the Supreme Leader and thus the most powerful, in authority, behind their leader. Of course, he'd desire to keep things in order and under control. But it was to the detriment of their future! How opportune this was though, considering a certain Sith that Dragus had come in contact with not long ago on Rishi.
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Dragus
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Post by Dragus on Oct 26, 2023 4:40:37 GMT -8
Continued from here.An unsettling quiet fell over the group as the turbolift doors closed behind them, trapping Xazatar, Melabor, and Rebellious into the confined space with the Famine Lord and two members of his furry flock. In such close quarters, the revolting carrion reek of the black scaled barabel's breath and the stench of old blood that permeated his armour hard obsidian scales was concentrated to its fullest, causing even the air-scrubbers of the lift to choke and sputter as they struggled to cleanse the air of the Dark Apothecary's foul odor. Lil'Bacca and Lil'Mort, the two unusual ewoks holding his trailing train of resplendent white shimmersilk, didn't seemed to mind. If anything, the two celestial descendants seemed drawn to it, clinging to the saurian Sith's legs as though his putrid scent was the most alluring of pheromones. Their faith and adoration in the Great Devourer stoked the coals of darkness that resided in his hateful hearth, the empty place inside of him where a soul should reside, filled instead with an insatiable hunger that coiled around his heart like a serpent constricting its prey. This close to the Feast Day of the Eye, the Hungering One's powers waxed to their fullest capacity of the calendar year. He made no effort to restrain them as they neared the Supreme Leader's chambers, his sinister aura causing hoarfrost to form on the turbolift walls, bleeding the very warmth from the air as his wicked presence was anathema to all life."I do hope our illustriouz leader iz in a good mood." Hissed the serpentine sultan of sin, spitting frozen red flecks that speckled that back of Xazatar's shadowsilk cloak with bloody hail. The depraved dracnonian's overlong tail swished around from his backside, raising its poison coated spike to the twisted terrorsaur's gleaming jaws to pick the frozen remains of congealed blood from between his fangs. "He can be a bit prickly at timez." He admitted with a nod. "Fortunately I've taken that into consssideration and prepared a little sssomething that should raissse his spiritz." He leaned in, sticking his crocodilian snout between Xazatar and Melabor's heads respectfully before hissing a steaming cloud of pestilent breath. "I've finally completed...the chair!"The turbolift chimed and the doors slid apart with a whoosh. Before them was a short hall leading to two massive ornate doors gilded in metallic blue cortosis. In the chamber beyond them, a miasma of dark energy pulsed, causing the aether to throb and the Force itself to wilt. Even the black hole at the center of Dragus' being seemed far eclipsed by the entity inside, causing some of the charm to flee the Famine Lord's fearsome face and his scaled back to stand a little straighter.<< Choossse your wordz wisssely, Rebelliouz. >> Projected the villainous velociraptors thoughts in telepathic form. << There are no sssecond chancez for firssst impressionz. >>
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Darth Xitan
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Post by Darth Xitan on Nov 4, 2023 10:54:30 GMT -8
It was at this time that Rebellious met the second man behind the Supreme Leader. Though thin, due to age and likely poor diet, Vullorr, the Voice of the Eternal, was a man with grey hairs, a pointed chin, and a gaunt face. One might think he would keel over any second, but there was a method to this appearance. He was a powerful sorcerer of over a century old, the Dark Side having lengthened his life. He, and Melabor, made up the oldest members of the Sith Order under their mysterious leader. It was Vullorr who made the structure of the Eternal while Melabor made the philosophy and dogma based on the instructions of the Supreme Leader.
Vullorr glanced in the direction of Dragus, Melabor, Xazatar, and the new guest, Lord Rebellious. He calmly keyed the buttons of their council chamber, causing the room to dim. As this happened, Melabor, Xazatar, and Vullorr took one knee as a holoimage flared to life. Before the gathered, a floating, almost spectral-like, being floated before them. A long tattered cloak covered his body to the point that no one saw arms. Shoulders were decorated in gold and dark metals with a mask that resembled that of a skull kept in place by a three pointed helmet of gold. Vullorr rose after a moment.
=Vullorr=
Supreme Leader. Lord Dragus has come to make his reports on his experiments on Rishi, but also brings a guest that you are aware of.
Vullorr motions for Rebellious to approach now, allowing the Supreme Leader to focus upon the Sith Lord.
=Supreme Leader=
So... you are the one that I sensed on Rishi... and as far as the Core Worlds and as distant as the Outer Rim.
The Supreme Leader's voice was ethereal, nearly ghost-like in tone. A powerfully attuned practitioner of Dark magics and Sith rituals, the Force senses of the Supreme Leader were far and wide with eyes and ears nearly in every corner of the galaxy. He was a keen observer, like that of Sidious, Vitiate, and Krayt, who waited for the right moments to strike and reveal themselves. The holoimage flickered slightly as the Supreme Leader spoke further.
=Supreme Leader=
I know Lord Dragus impressed upon you the order he serves as our Dark Apothecary. To see you come makes me know that he was able to tug at your strings and awaken a curiosity. Like a moth to a light or a rancor to the smell of fresh meat, you, like many others, have come before me.
Although, not all were worthy of an audience with the Supreme Leader.
=Supreme Leader=
What then do you wish to achieve with the Eternal?
The mysterious Dark Lord could sense the motivation for power, the drive of ambition, and the desire for authority that came from Rebellious. But those were broad senses, wide desires. What did the Sith truly want?
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Darth Rebellious
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Post by Darth Rebellious on Nov 8, 2023 21:59:38 GMT -8
After a trek through the station's interior, the Sith eventually came to the innermost portion of the Nullus Beacon. The inner spires, as they called this area, was busy with motion as high-ranking imperials and cultists alike went about their business keeping the wheels of progress rolling. Their movements, however, went almost entirely unnoticed by Rebellious, who found himself focusing mainly on the malignant power that permeated the central hub of the floating fortress. Even within the confines of the turbolift, he found himself so acutely attuned to the Dark Side that he barely noticed the deathly stench of the Dark Apothecary or his mention of a chair. It wasn't until the barabel projected his voice directly into the kiffar's mind, that the Darth diverted his attention back to the group. Although he didn't reply verbally nor telepathically, he gave the reptilian a glance from the corner of his eye, letting him know that he at least acknowledged the statement.
Stepping out of the turbolift into an antechamber, Rebellious followed slightly behind the Duros and Pau'an as they proceeded through a pair of large doors and into what he assumed was the main council chamber. He barely had time to take in the details of the circular room before another Sith, a decrepit looking human male, keyed a control pad causing the lights to dim. Although not as overt as the presence that hung so heavy within the spires, the old man's aura was potent, almost bursting with the more primal currents of the Force indicative of a powerful Sith sorcerer like the one he served.
Almost immediately following the darkening of the room, the bluish glow of a holo-projector blipped to life in the center of the chamber. In tandem the sorcerer, the administrator and the spy went down on one knee with their heads bowed in deference to the figure that appeared in the hovering image. Covered completely in tattered black robes save for the shoulders and head, which bore ornate, metallic pauldrons and an equally ornate headpiece fitted with a skull-like mask, the being resembled an apparition. From his kneeling position, the sorcerer motioned for Rebellious to step forward, to which the Darth complied.
Standing sternly near the projector, the Sith Lord looked up at the holographic image of the Sith Eternal's liege from under the hood of his cloak, his dark side tainted eyes appearing to gleam gold in the shadows cast. The voice that emerged from the specter was almost a hollow whisper, distant as if it came from beyond death, but still carrying all the authority of a reigning Dark Lord. Although he had hoped he would be having this conversation in the flesh, Rebellious didn't allow his disappointment to creep through in his speech.
"Indeed, I am. Just as I have felt you and your growing number of followers behind the veil of this nebula."
The kiffar replied plainly. Although possibly more blunt in his demeanor than any of his followers would dare to be when speaking to the Supreme Leader, the honesty of his words was apparent.
"Lord Dragus was the catalyst for the journey, but you were the one that awakened my curiosity. You've been calling me here through the undercurrents of the Force for quite some time, it just wasn't until I met him that I knew who or what you were."
Rebellious paused for a moment when asked what he wanted to achieve with the Eternal. It was a loaded question with various answers that could be given. Leading with his emotions, he spoke, confident that the Dark Side would provide the words.
"Power and dominance would be the easy answers to your question, but considering the complexity of my thoughts, they don't truly suffice. The Eternal has considerable forces and resources at it's disposal. More importantly you possess power in the Dark Side and ideology that stems from it's teachings. That combination gives this order, like many that came before, the potential to bring true order the galaxy under the guidance of the enlightened few. Rule of the strong. Dominance of the natural order rather than the flawed ideals of cooperation and camaraderie that the leaders of the so called Galactic Empire hopelessly cling to. I suppose, I wish to see that potential come to fruition and to be a part of it. I even believe the Dark Side may demand it. Otherwise, I feel the series of seemingly coincidental events that lead me here wouldn't have transpired."
After expressing his thoughts, the Darth's eyes remained trained on the holo-image of the mysterious Supreme Leader while his mind hearkened back to his earlier statements. It then occurred to him that the being may have felt the Force at work as well, or potentially knew something that he didn't regarding it. With a question formed, he presented it to the Dark Lord.
"What is it that you wanted from me, exactly? As I said before, your beckoning was persistent, which would indicate something of great importance to our meeting."
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Post by Darth Xitan on Nov 8, 2023 23:43:27 GMT -8
The holoimage of the Supreme Leader phased slightly, causing the image to be distorted around the middle. The Sith attentively listening to the words of Rebellious and the answers presented. The powerful sorcerer, from the depths of the Nullus Beacon, drew in the words and their meanings, understanding what Rebellious spoke and digesting their intention. Even now, the Supreme One could sense a veil over the Darth, his words masking more than what truly could be said. Everyone had secrets, everyone kept secrets, everyone ensured secrets... it was how the Sith thrive, by ensuring their whole hand was not seen. The fact that none, save for Vullorr and Melabor, knew how to reach the physical form of their leader was a trump card in itself.
Yet, his detachment was meant more to ensure the Supreme Leader could focus on his own ambitions, which required silence, solitude, and sanctuary. The pursuit of knowledge, of power, and more that required an undivided focus without any chance of interruption. Vitiate was similar and so too was Sidious, at times, but like this Sith, they were visionaries who tried to see the greater picture by detaching themselves. To devise greater schemes without the burdens of daily routine or duties. But the power and ability of the Supreme Leader ensured he could still be informed, thanks to the diligence of Xazatar, who was a frequent guest to the presence of the Sith, second to that of his duo lieutenants.
Power, dominance, strength... key words of Rebellious' answer. The floating figure moved slightly as his mask glanced off to his right.
Power... dominance... strength.
It almost made the Sith smile beneath his own facade.
It is the purpose of the Sith Eternal to breed and nurture the strong so that they will be the ones thriving and commanding. Our pits, within the Tawntoon Fortress, are a daily reminder of the struggle for that supremacy, for that superiority. Even champions with long records are killed by those who are better prepared and minded.
Karnac and the Sith Acolyte, Xitan, were among the frequent visitors to the pits where the natural order and selection played a strong part. Daily, the weak lost their place, whether in life or their position. And the strong rose higher, but that didn't mean true invincibility nor invulnerability. Any could fall, even himself, one day perhaps. It was why the Favored were created, the Acolytes who proved the most promising of their generations. To become a Favored was an achievement, it opened doors and ensured one was noticed, but also made them a target for the ambitious below them and even above. All meant to ensure strength prevailed.
The Dark Side called to you, Rebellious. Called for you to serve a higher purpose than simply existing on Kiffar.
Once more addressing the Sith Lord before him.
You are not simply true Sith because you say so... you do not believe in bloodlines, the legacy of ancestors, nor the deeds of family names.
The holoimage distorted slightly once more as the Sith spoke.
True Sith follow by example, by the strength of their arm, and by the fear they bring to their foes. Through their knowledge, they understand their foes and their own abilities. Through their strength, they ensure they remain above others. Through their power, they succeed and thrive...
The holoimage moved as the Supreme Leader floated downward, the holoprojector allowing this to happen as he drew closer to Rebellious.
What I want of you, Rebellious, is to add your strength, your knowledge, your power to our cause. We treasure merit, proven skill, and honed abilities. We care not for your past allegiances such as Lord Dragus and Lady Hekat... proven worth and capabilities will see us grow in strength. Join us and you will see the dawn of a new age. For the Sith, for what we are building here.
The Supreme Leader's mask gazed directly at Rebellious. His Force presence practically seeking to gaze into him now, to gaze through his eyes and look into his mind and soul. The Sith wanted to add Rebellious to their ranks because of what he was capable of doing. His purpose was to be here, to be a part of this cause, to make the Sith eternal.
Join us, Rebellious, and ensure the eternity of the Sith.
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Post by Darth Rebellious on Nov 26, 2023 21:53:55 GMT -8
Darth Rebellious listened intently to the spectral figures words. As any true Sith would, he spoke of the Eternal's need to forge those within their ranks through strife in order to make them worthy vessels for the Dark Side's power. He also explained that they didn't are about the past affiliations of those that allied with them, Dragus and an individual called Lady Hekat being used as examples; a foolish belief in the Darth's opinion considering he knew the Famine Lord's true allegiance would always be to presumed dead men and the cult of the Eye. And finally the Dark lord admitted that the Dark Side willed the Kiffar here, although Rebellious still held reservation that it could've been through the being's manipulation of the currents.
As if moved by the thought, the holoprojector shifted allowing the ghostly image of the Eternal's liege to move closer. As the hologram stared at him, Rebellious stared back, looking into the hollow eye-sockets of the skull-like mask only barely catching a glimpse of the light in the corrupted eyes behind their shadow. Whether by the Dark Side's will or the Supreme Leader's expressing itself through the ether, the Sith Lord was unsure, but it didn't matter either way; he was here and the invitation was presented. In that moment he could feel the being prodding at his mind attempting to gain further insight on the thoughts and motives of the Sith that stood before him. The Darth tolerated it to extent, only allowing the Dark Lord to see what he wished. He allowed the specter to perceive his intellect, his ambition and his means of achieving those ambitions; his strength. He peeled back only slightly the veil that masked his power in the Force allowing the Supreme Leader to briefly feel a portion of the inferno within him before closing it off once more and bowing at the waist to the hologram.
"Then as the Dark Side decrees, our paths are aligned."
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Post by Darth Xitan on Nov 27, 2023 11:03:35 GMT -8
It was here that the Supreme Leader fell silent. There was no need to speak any further, nothing that needed to be said that would truly add more to this conversation. The silence that followed was an indication to the Voice of the Eternal to step forward now. Vullorr would take some steps, putting himself between Rebellious and the holoimage of their leader.
=Vullorr=
Given your well known record, Darth Rebellious, the Supreme Leader has long already known where to place you among our ranks.
The Sith Lord turned slightly, gesturing to one of the chairs of the council. Until recently, there was an occupant, but due to recent events, that individual was no longer with them. Vullorr turned and gaze Dragus a look for a moment before addressing Rebellious once more.
=Vullorr=
Darth Garrax once sat there. A proven and capable loyalist, he is no longer with us due to recent events that took his life away. As such, there has been no appointee to his seat. The Supreme Leader desires to make you the Fist of the Eternal, the commander of our military and a champion of this order's martial prowess.
It had been the design of Melabor and Vullorr to ensure Rebellious was within reach and thus able to be watched. Not to mention it was their desire to separate Rebellious from Dragus, who was now the benefactor of this appointment. Unity among their ranks was all but a cloak over the truth. A truth that Melabor and Vullorr sought to ensure was in line with that of their Supreme Leader's vision and goals.
=Vullorr=
You came to us as nothing more than a wandering Sith. And yet you rise as one of our leadership. Do not disappoint the Supreme Leader in your actions nor your words. We are to be strong and only the strong will thrive and survive. Prove us wrong and we will not hesitate in taking you and your confederates down with you.
Vullorr then steps to the side, allowing the Supreme Leader to be seen once more. The spectral Sith floating over those who had gathered.
=Supreme Leader=
I look forward to seeing your capabilities, Lord Rebellious. I know I will not be disappointed.
And with that, the mysterious Sith's holoimage faded away, yet his presence remained as strong and potent as ever.
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Post by Dragus on Nov 27, 2023 11:35:49 GMT -8
CLAP-CLAP-CLAP-CLAP-CLAP-CLAP-CLAP-CLAP-CLAP-CLAP-CLAP-CLAP Black palms of light swallowing scale slapped together enthusiastically as the villainous Dark Apothecary stepped forwards from his place at the rooms perimeter, feeling more comfortable out of the embrace of shadows now that the Supreme Leader's hologram had disappeared. A vile expression twisted his heinous features into a madman's grin, exposing his frightful forest of fangs that wept blood from where their tips bit into the flesh of his gums. His shoulders swayed like a serpent dancing to a charmers tune, moving in rhythmic opposition to the sway of his blade tipped tail."Well done, my boy. Or should I sssay, Fissst of the Eternal. Siss, Siss, Siss!" A wet cackle bubbled up and erupted from the throat of the Famine Lord, misting the air with crimson flecks. "Terrible newz about poor Garrax. I quite liked him..." He hissed incinserely, looking at the other members of the Council in attendance. "...az you all know. Fortunately our new comrade on the Council here standz to inherit hiz essstate. All'z well that endz well, hmmm?" |
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Post by Darth Rebellious on Dec 2, 2023 16:40:03 GMT -8
As Darth Rebellious raised from his bow, the spectral lord fell silent and in that moment the corpse-like sorcerer moved into position between the Kiffar and the projection. The Voice spoke, acknowledging that the Supreme Leader had long known where he wanted the Darth within their ranks and gesturing to indicate the council seats, particularly one that had recently been left without an occupant. The ghoulish Human's brief, but venomous glare toward the attending Barabel didn't slip past the Sith Lord's notice, alluding to the belief that Dragus was the culprit behind the death of Darth Garrax. More than likely another mark against the reptilian in the eyes of the Eternal and another reason to mistrustful of him, a mistrust shared with their new recruit. He knew the Famine Lord wasn't above butchering sentient beings in the name of research, given a similar attempt to lure him into a false sense of security on Rishi.
Although Vullorr stated that Rebellious' appointment to Fist of the Eternal was due to his proceeding reputation, the Sith Lord believed otherwise. A seat on the Council of Seven wasn't to be lightly given. Due the gravity of the post, most would consider the appointment an honor. He perceived it as an attempt to sate the hunger of a powerful and ambition new ally with a position they would deem worthy of them as well as a way to keep them close for observation. He also saw it potentially as a move against the Dark Apothecary to keep a valuable asset out of his sphere of influence. "The machinations of true Sith," the Darth thought, actually finding himself pleased with the Supreme Leader and the Council's use of subterfuge and guile. Even when presented with the threat of death should he fail in his responsibilities, the Kiffar couldn't help but give the Voice a charming grin.
"For our kind, failure and death go hand-in-hand. I would expect nothing less."
Rebellious said to the Voice in the disarming tone he used with political equals to set them at ease. Although internally, he wanted to reach out and strangle the sorcerer for even making the open threat. When he stepped aside and the Supreme Leader spoke once more, the Darth returned his attention to the mysterious being and bowed once more before replying.
"And I don't intend to disappoint, My Lord."
After the projection of the Eternal's liege faded to nothing, the almost mockingly enthusiastic claps of the terrorsaur's scaly palms could be heard echoing as he came closer bearing a bloody, fanged grin. Offering congratulations to his prized recruit and insincere condolences to the other councilors in attendance, the Barabel seemed to be having fun rubbing salt into the open wounds of his peers. Once again, he showed a great deal of boldness in the face of the others and a barely veiled disdain. Rebellious remained silent, however, watching the exchange.
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Post by Dragus on Dec 3, 2023 5:13:55 GMT -8
"This meeting is concluded." Said Vullorr in a resonating tone, offering the Dark Apothecary a last distasteful look before turning to leave. The other members of the Council of Seven filtered out after him, one at a time, each returning to their own dark duties. As the last of them left, only Dragus remained with Rebellious, a mischievous grin still writ across his predatory features.
"That went better than expected." Admitted the dreadful draconian, focusing his full attention on the newly promoted Fist in the shadow enshrouded council room. "I anticipated they would accept you, but thiz promotion...well, I can't sssay it displeasez me. You will find Garrax'z assetz a boon. The former Fissst commanded a legion of loyal acolytez ruled through a combination of fear and ssstrength. A bit unimaginative if you asssk me, but Garrax alwayz waz a bore, a hot headed one at that." It was in that moment that a thought occurred to the scheming saurian, who was eager to get back to his work now that this latest episode with the council was over. There were never enough hours in the day to for which to ply his chosen trade. He dragged his forked tongue over his lips, sopping up the forming crimson drops beading across their scaled surface with an audible slurp. "I imagine you will want to get acquainted with your new domain, but if you can ssspare the time, you should come with me to Eriadu. I implanted a sssarlacc on itz sssurface sssome time ago and I wish to obssserve itz progresss in acclimatizing to itz new environment. It alssso happenz to be home to Xitan, an Acolyte ssserving in the position of one of the Sssupreme Leader'z Favoured, who jussst ssso happenz to be the reigning dessspot over the former Tarkin essstate. He'z a capable Sssith with no shortage of ambition, which I've been all to happy to encourage dessspite the disssdain it haz brought him from the other council memberz."
No doubt some of the political camps within the Sith Eternal were already becoming clear to the Kiffar. Dragus shrugged, cleared unconcerned, or at least suggesting so.
"Az I have sssaid, thiz place iz a pit of viperz, but Xitan iz an adder with fangz. It would behoove you to make hiz acquaintance before one of the otherz movez to posssition him againssst you, which make no missstake..." He grinned wickedly. "...they will. Empirez rissse and fall, but Sssith remain the sssame az alwayz."
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Post by Darth Rebellious on Dec 27, 2023 18:44:18 GMT -8
With the meeting concluded, the council members left, obviously simmering in their shared anger toward the saurian. Dragus, however, seemed unaffected. Clearly his words and actions had the desired affect. With the pair of Sith Lords left alone in the council chamber, the Barabel confessed his surprise at the Kiffar's promotion to Fist of the Eternal before adding that it was a welcome one. The Darth surmised that the Dark Apothecary assumed that he now had an unwitting ally or even an oblivious pawn stationed in a high place. A misjudgment that Rebellious wouldn't correct for the time being. Always looking only to further his own agenda.
With mistrust and misdirection all too familiar to him, it was mostly unnecessary for the terrorsaur to mention the metaphorical snake pit that they found themselves in. He was correct, it was the way of the Sith. The battle lines between the council's members spoke volumes to the political factions and power bases that inevitably existed within the Eternal itself, so when he spoke of the benefit of meeting with a fellow Sith on Eriadu, the Darth concurred.
"Xitan, you say? I believe you mentioned him before."
The Kiffar said, recalling a previous conversation on Rishi as he slowly paced toward the exit.
"He's obviously left quite the impression on you."
Rebellious stopped just short of the doors.
"Give me a week's time to acclimate and I'll meet you there. As you said, Lord Dragus, there is much I need to familiarize with.
With a nod to the Famine Lord, the Darth made his leave to explore the rest of the Nullus Beacon and acquaint himself with the spire he had inherited from his unlucky predecessor.
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Post by Dragus on Dec 29, 2023 5:59:35 GMT -8
Lingering awhile after the Kiffar's departure, the Hungering One strained his senses as he sought out a familiar figure, finding them a short ways away though not by the means one might expect of a powerful Sith lord. Rather than rely on the Force, which on the Nullus Beacon of all places was prone to fallacy and deception due to the malevolent machinations of the darksiders housed in its unholy halls, he focused his incredibly sharp sense of smell, flaring the nostril slits on either side of his black scaled snout. Like a super-computing bloodhound, he picked apart a million different particles in the air and broke them down to their most basic chemical composition, divining animate from inanimate and beast from man. Even several levels away, the Dark Apothecary could tell the Beacon cafeteria was serving steaming hot bowls of spicy Rylothian chili for lunch. As painful going down as it was coming out. However, it wasn't his next meal he sought, but something far more familiar. He didn't have to wait long for them to arrive, as the scratch and scrape of gnarled paws on hollowed vents rattled the ducts overhead until a set of two beads eyes appeared behind the air grate on the ceiling. Crooked claws pried open the grate and seconds later a verminous figure dropped to the deck in front of the maniacal mad alchemists, prostrating its rodent form before the Blood Wyrm in a display of submission."Ah, Squeakerz, there you are." Dragus crouched down and placed a claw beneath the ranat's bent snout, raising it to meet the hideous gaze of his mismatched eyes, the right a bloody orb and the left an amethyst gem glowing with arcane curiosity. Lips parting, the Famine Lord's forked tongue darted out from between his rows of razor incisors and flicked the air between them, savouring the pungent scent of his hench-vermin's vacated fear glands. "Eventz are in motion and it will sssoon be time to enact our plan. Havok will need to be consssulted, I would hear hiz wordz of prophecy again, if only to asssure myssself of the certainty of our successs." The rodent wilted in the Dark Apothecary's grip as wisps of poison purple breath washed over his scabrous snout with every word spoken from the villainous velociraptor's open maw, causing greasy clumps of fur to fall out in balding patches. "Dragusssblight will fall, but with the Eye of Assstera in our posssesssion, Pzob can be ssspared the sssame catassstrophe. One more gate to find, one to build, and a world to be sssacrificed. A sssmall price for the fate of the galaxy." A growing warmth spread across the Great Devourer's chest as blood oozed from between his thicket of fangs and drizzled down his chin in long scalding ropes, soiling his immaculate robe of white, causing him to close his mouth and stand up. He stroked the pox scarred scalp of his ranat underling with a claw, sending shivers through its rodent body as his talons pricked its verminous flesh."Come, let'z retire to the Ssseeing Ssspire. I have a few more stringz to pluck before we can move on to the next ssstage of our operation." Without further adieu, He-Who-Hungers stalked his saurian self back to the turbo-lift with his rat helper in tow, and the two made their way across the star fortress to the massive red capped black obelisk situated next to the Supreme Leader's tower. It had been some time since the Dark Apothecary had returned to his personal domain aboard the Beacon, a sinister tower of fire blackened Imperial steel, what he referred to as the Seeing Spire. Yet as the two entered the lowest levels, passing through the wicked night club known as the Drunken Rancor, it was almost as if he never left. Gamorrean war-boars, ranat labourers, twi'lek sluts, and off-duty Nu-Jakes all gaped open mouth at the heretical Hakusar's passage toward the ascending lift. Even over the throb of heavy bass from the chorus of deafening club music, the words 'Pater Mutatis' could be heard chanted on the tongues of every slave, sycophant, and servant. Entering the lift, the Blood Wyrm rose to the highest levels of the spire, his soulless presence assaulted by a delicious buffet of dark emotions. Fear, suffering, hopelessness. Well, at least his house staff were keeping up the good work while he had been away. A whoosh elicited from the lift when it reached the top, doors parting with a hiss to allow the reprehensible reptile his return to the carefully aligned meltmassif cap-stone, the air humming with charged ethereal currents. Ewok maidens flocked towards the saurian Sith, though he was quick to shoo them away, unable to afford the time to indulge in his perverted passions. Too much work to be done.Upon reaching the centre of the cap-stone, Dragus seated himself on the polished ground at the heart of a summoning circle comprised of Pzobian blackscript runes carefully carved into the black-stone floor. Closing his right eye, the Famine Lord focused his incredible mind and cast his spirit to the ethereal winds, drawing on the concentrated currents the spire was channeling and using them to enhance his own considerable sorcerous might. He left his body far behind, venturing across mindscapes and dimensional planes, passing through dreams and leaving behind nightmares. Always in the distance could he feel the malevolent gaze of the Eye, unable to conceal his slithering serpentine spirit from its hateful glare despite the utter black of his scales and darkness of his being. Eventually his drifting astral self came upon that which he sought, slumbering the ages away in eternal hibernation. Focusing every last iota of power he could summon, the Famine Lord managed but to whisper a single word into its snoozing thoughts. << Awaken. >> Somewhere on the far side of the galaxy, a singular eye snapped open in the dark, scaled brow furrowing in rage. Success. Dragus' astral serpent form slithered away, flying through the vastness of space on its return to his body, when he suddenly felt a sense of unease as though something were stalking him.Pausing, the the scaled black serpent focused its blistering red gaze at the aether soup around it, spying a dark lupine form just out of complete perception, something such as he that was not quite of the material realm alone. The black of the void shimmered around him, transforming into a dark red haze as though he had slithered into a dimension comprised of blood. From the edge of his attention, a charcoal black snout emerged, baring gleaming white fangs fixed into a wrathful snarl. Luminous green eyes pierced the dark, leering at Dragus as though he were lowly prey, froth foaming from its growling jaws. Extending his otherworldly senses, the Famine Lord attempted to read the strange entity, only to recoil as doing so caused the furious wolfen apparition to snap at him. "What in the Eye waz that?"
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Post by Darth Rebellious on Feb 12, 2024 19:42:27 GMT -8
Darth Rebellious had spent most of a standard week familiarizing himself with the Sith Eternal's daily operation as well as the assets at his disposal as the new Fist. While relatively small in comparison to the First Order, the Eternal possessed a considerable amount of wealth and military might in it's assumed guises of the Greater Roon Remnant, Gaulus Command, Necronid Collective and Quintad Directive. Roonstones, cortosis, spice, droids and able bodies were the means through which credits flowed into the cult's coffers allowing them to purchase raw materials to fuel industry.
While most of their forces consisted of battle droids and armor from Hypori and Geonosis as well as foreign mercenaries, Kamino was quickly producing clones to supplement and eventually replace much of their standing armies. The Nullus Beacon itself in conjunction with a small shipyard at Eriadu saw to the construction of battleships and starfighters. By his calculations, however, the production of war materials was hampered by their current lack of access to greater amounts of strategic metals; an issue he would have to address in due time.
As it stood, the Darth had access to legions of troops, battle droids and armored vehicles as well a growing fleet. He would eventually have to organize his own personal army corp to prepare for an eventual mobilization should it come, considering his late predecessor had neglected to do so, likely under orders from the Supreme Leader. However, Darth Garrax had surprisingly assembled a small naval task force prior to his demise, which remained at the ready. Consisting of a single Imperial III-class Star Destroyer, a duo of Victory IIIs, two Gladiator IIIs and four Ardent-Class Fast Frigates, the battle group appeared to be well thought out and relatively formidable by most metrics. In addition, the korun had also commissioned a Desolous-class Battlecruiser following Darth Xitan's acquisition of Eriadu and the various schematics they possessed, although the vessel remained under-construction o the outer ring.
It would appear the Kiffar would have his work cut out for him in the coming months. As much as he wanted to get the process of organization started, Rebellious had a meeting to attend and potential allies to cultivate. Taking his star courier to the waiting Imperial III, which he decided to christen the Devastator in honor of Darth Vader's former flagship, he boarded his temporary flag and ordered the bridge officers to set a course for Eriadu.
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Post by Valefor on May 3, 2024 21:29:54 GMT -8
The Inner Spires of the Nullus Beacon were always a hive of activity, what with so many important and high ranking members of the Sith Eternal residing within its carefully guarded halls. The great diversity of the forces under the command of the Sith was on full display here with clones, droids, and all manner of sithspawn and alien races brushing shoulders. But that diversity had continued to grow of late thanks to the Fabricator General's work. Given his elevated position, quarters had been set aside for his use in which ever way he chose. That choice had taken the form of offices out of which regular business transactions took place relating to products created and produced by the Forge Worlds. The best advertisement being that these offices were manned by a mixture of droids and a growing number of Holo-Shards. Alpha and Beta variants of the Forge Masters creations were beginning to make up more of the forces Valefor had stationed aboard the Beacon. But in some cases they were even beginning to expand out in small numbers to those forces under the command of other Sith Lords. Someone would take some time off and return a few days later, outpacing their old ethic and dedication.
However this was an honour reserved for a special few that Valefor hand picked. Treachery, whilst not quite as common, was still something the Sith were well known for. Thus the circle was kept close. No more true was this than with the deployment of the Forge Maidens: Valefor's elite gene-forged warriors. A squad each could be found amongst the forces and company of Darth's Astera and Hekat. But if one was careful, they might spy additional squads guarding the offices of the Fabricator General and lurking throughout the rings of the Beacon.
But where most of his forces had been granted access to the inner Spires, the Necronids of Geonosis were in general not granted such a privilege. A small hive under the overseership of Arch-Duke Panik The Greater occupied a far off arm within the Outer Ring well away from most of the Sith Eternal. It was there that a small hive had been made and one could travel to make deals for use of Necronid Forces. But the Arch-Duke did make house calls and occasionally went for a stroll into the Inner Spires. Some within its halls would be overcome with visceral reactions, mainly of fear but sometimes recognition, wondering if they had seen Panik before. On rare occasion, someone would figure out the truth, but a few days later they would turn up mauled to death and taking the truth to the grave
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