Kr'Naan'Kar
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Post by Kr'Naan'Kar on Sept 25, 2023 12:44:19 GMT -8
The moment the first hint of a negative answer to her question Kr'Naan activated the controls of the skyrail boxcar. Her disdain for basically anyone outside of the tight-knit circle Dragus had created around her, and her (almost) possessive instinct to keep the Saurian Lord to herself, as none were worthy in her mind to witness him that were not his personal posse. All lesser souls should have to go through the Flock first. Only if the problem was of the highest degree should Dragus be bothered; as a true god should not be fettered with every whim or whine of mortals. As the hum of the machinery that moved the boxcar came to life Kr'Naan found herself daydreaming of purging all those shamans and non-believers. After they refused to repent and forsake their evil ways of course.
Snapping out of her genocidal fantasy, Kr'Naan moved away from the controls and let the automated systems take over before heading back to the main compartment where a slimy taloned hand grasped her shoulder, leaning close and penetrating her mind with unspoken words. The pain of the connection forced within her mind was intense, and when it was finally severed a few drops of blood would have fallen to the floor at her feet. "I intend to exceed your every expectation, Master." Kr'Naan said with a self-assured tone. The fact that Dragus's vision for the Tusken youngling was (to her at least) exactly the same as her daydreams of spreading the faith of the unborn god to the masses only emboldened her.
Kr'Naan pondered all the information she had supplied with before answering plainly. "Monkeys." Lil'Bacca and Lil'Mort stifled chuckles and exchanged glances at one another as they watched from their own seats. Kr'Naan, confused, thought harder as the gem of her master's eye flared once more with impatience. "You want to capture them alive, so you have deemed their current forms imperfect." Kr'Naan nodded before continuing. "Those we save shall be blessed with a more suitable form by their god." With a religious arrogance ringing in her next words Kr'Naan continued. "For their current forms have been deemed lacking in the eyes of the almighty Hakusar, they shall find themselves changed." That was definitely going in the scripture. "It should be easy, given we have the right bait, the right tools and enough cages. "How many monkeys do you desire, master?" The obvious answer was all of them, but sadly not all were worthy of the gifts the focus of the Tusken's worship was capable of bestowing.
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Dragus
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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 Sept 28, 2023 4:51:52 GMT -8
Kr'Naan's explanation was simple, but that was to be expected of a primitive desert flea he'd snatched from the hands of flesh market slavers. A truly magnanimous act befitting a charitable Sith of his benevolent spirit, for had he not she surely would either be dead by now or vacant eyed after having every orifice ravaged by Nar Shaddaa's seedy underworld in some lice ridden brothel. He did his best to impart an education on the sand addled simpleton, sadly the deeper he delved towards the truth, the more fervently she clung to her religious exultation of his exceptional self. Ordinarily having his efforts stymied would have set him to a terrible wrath, but he adored her unquestioned devotion, and drew sustenance from her worship in the same way he sated his appetite with sentient beings. There was no finer food than the Flock's faith, it sustained him in ways that even a full expression of his Force Drain ability did not, and he needed all the worshippers he could get his claws on right now. With so many talons dipped into so many different pots, he was stretched nearly beyond his limit. The near collapse of Dragusblight, the Infinity Gate Project and the war against the spiders, the Eye of Astera and future pilgrimage to Peridia, and of course the eventual betrayal of the Supreme One and the Order of the Eye's rebirth. The conversion of the Sith Eternal's coven of Sith to the true faith would be a tricky matter, though he already had a scheme in place to indoctrinate some of its more powerful personnel. More than ever he would require the Flock's undying support. Speaking of the dead..."A dozen would be ideal, with more than half being femalez with wide birthing hipz; however..." He hissed considerately, as his right claw slipped beneath the black feathered folds of his robe and plucked the thick fur bound volume concealed in its depths, then rested the repository of knowledge in his lap. The Apothecary's apprentice would surely recognize the familiar fuzzy face of her former fellow Flock mate, Lil'Kaan, stretched over the tome he affectionately referred to as the Ewokinomicon. Contained within its depths was the depraved drake's collective understanding of the alchemical arts. Tracing a claw over the wicked work of a lifetime of villainy, he opened the book and flipped through pages of dried human parchment flayed from the backs of devout hannite virgins, moving a talon across Pzobian black-script written in alchemically enhanced blood ink. "...I really only require one exceptional ssspecimen, one that embodiez the raw sssavagery of the speciez."A filthy black smoke stinking of sulphur and brimstone wept from the pages the longer he held open the tome, which began to coalesce into a bear shaped apparition above both their heads, drawing open mouthed stares from Lil'Bacca and Lil'Mort. Boneripper's fiendish snout was already agape, dripping drool as the dimwitted brute continued to stare absent mindedly at the wall. The ranat-ogre was motivated by little other than food, something frankly the bloodthirsty barabel could appreciate. Crimson motes of light blazed like two burning coals in place of eyes in the smoke phantom's face, whose features were reminiscent of the kind hearted Lil'Kaan. It hovered above them both, giggling manically before descending to take the tome in its ghostly paws, holding it aloft while the demonic drake studied his notes."Ah, thank you, Sssmokey." A wet rattle sounded in the twisted terrorsaur's chest as he cleared his throat of phlegm before continuing his explanation. "With the watery world of Kamino in ssservice to my ssscaled ssself, I now have the meanz to replicate sssuitable biological specimenz. That iz where we will be heading next, my little black melon. Once we have the desssired ssspecimen, the making of a chimaera or chrysssalid iz rather uncomplex." Well, not exactly, at least not to most. As the true inheritors of Palpatine's empire, the Order of the Eye had gained access to the former Emperor's vast wealth of secrets, which included his works on Byss. "The sssecret iz in the proper manipulation of genez with the currentz of the malevolent fey, thuz culturing the appropriate mutational enhancementz..."Dragus blathered on for the next half hour, as the sky-train screeched across the mountains towards the Carrion Plateau, carrying them to their next destination.
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Darth Rebellious
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Post by Darth Rebellious on Feb 26, 2024 20:50:39 GMT -8
Although mostly recognized for it's vast industrial complexes which polluted the majority of the planet, there were still some areas of natural jungle that thrived on Eriadu's surface. Built into the very stone of a mountain top near near a wilderness reserve called the Carrion Plateau was a Tarkin family compound known as Raven's Peak, which the Favored Darth Xitan had made his personal command center and home away from Roon. Kilometers over the lush, green treetops, Darth Rebellious piloted his infiltrator on course for the fortress in order to meet the acolyte that Lord Dragus had spoken so highly of.
Upon reaching the complex, the Kiffar set his vessel down in one of the base's starfighter hangars from which he was led by one of the acolyte's subordinates to a sky rail car that would take him to the main complex. On the ride, the Darth examined the sprawling complex, finding himself impressed with the facility. The Tarkin's spared no expense building this monument to their influence and might. Built originally before the fall of the Republic and gradually updated over the eras, it was a testament to the militant nature of the Seswenna's governors and an overt representation of their power. It was fitting that a burgeoning Sith would make such a place his own. If he were in the same position, he would've likely done so as well.
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Darth Xitan
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Post by Darth Xitan on Mar 6, 2024 19:24:23 GMT -8
It didn't take long for Rebellious to brought into the main complex itself, which was a bustling hub of military activity. Grey-suited officers, red-armored Stormtroopers, dark-claded Sith Warriors, and silver-armored droid models. Eriadu had been a focus of renewed Sith power, not seen since the days of Malvus and Cygnus, previous rulers of the planet that had generations and legacy of governance over the system. It was quite easy to tap into the Imperial and Sith fervor of the populace, which Xitan found to be rather refreshing. It was a world with the most population out of all the present Eternal worlds, a system with a well-established industry, strategically placed, and more. The Acolyte found himself lingering here more than on Roon, which likely caused some raised eyebrows by the superiors back on Roon.
Rebellious was taken to an area, similar to that of Tawntoon on Roon, where Sith Warriors sparred and clashed with one another. The Fist was brought to where two of the three subordinates of Xitan watched: Malevolence and Mindflayer. The pair acknowledged their superior before returning to watching the match below. Before all gathered, lightsabers clashed as the Acolyte and the third of evil triumvirate, Rancor, sparred. Ever since the encounters on Roon, and the untapping of dormant power by the unknown Sith spirit, Xitan desired to hone himself more and seek more power. Still, it seemed lately that he was... distracted. The last experiences on Roon had changed everything...
His Force senses detected that there was a connection, across the stars, now imprinted between himself and the Sith, Darth Sirona. There were times he heard her voice, out of nowhere, talking about something and not really at him. Other times, there were instances where Xitan even felt like he was standing before Sirona, the two of sharing the same space, but not really. What had happened? What had Dragus done during that ritual? The unknown Sith spirit had mentioned something, about an experiment that caused the connection between himself and Sirona. What was more important was the fact that it wasn't conditional, it was something absolute.
And so, here, in the sparring, Xitan clashed with Rancor to take his mind off of things. The Sith jeered and roared as the match ensued. His mask had been retrieved and fixed, set to the side now while the dark-haired Acolyte circled his opponent. Rancor was worth the spar, considering his brute strength and tuned skill as a former gladiator. The pair of them jumped at one another, clashing once more before exchanging physical blows and trading Force powers.
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Darth Rebellious
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Post by Darth Rebellious on Apr 6, 2024 11:17:41 GMT -8
Darth Rebelllious could feel the turbulent emotions of combat purmeating the Force as he entered the arena stands. Moving with singular purpose, he barely noticed the quarren and korun who rose from their seats and bowed to him as he passed. He could feel them, however. Powerful in their own right, seemingly specialized in their focuses, but inferior to the power he felt rolling off of the dark-haired warrior's etherial form as he clashed with his Mandalorian opponent. Raw and unrefined, but tremendous in it's potential, the kiffar now understood what made this young human one of the Supreme Leader's Favored.
Deep-seeded hate and boiling rage surged forth from Darth Xitan, tinged with the lingering stains of great agony; all things that could make him a formidable Lord in time. His passions fueled his strength in the Dark Side, but Rebellious could also feel the acolyte's unease and confusion hindering his focus. Strangely, he also sensed something else. An anomaly or oddity of sorts made the Favored feel as if he was elsewhere, distant despite being obviously present as if he were in two places at once with the presence of another also being similarly preojected. Mildly disturbing and curious as it was, the Dark Lord chose to ignore it for the moment, dismissing it as a matter to be investigated later.
Keeping his mind on things he could more immediately understand and was more prepared to deal with, the Fist continued moving down the stairs getting as close as he could without actually stepping foot on the arena floor. His fiery eyes locked onto the warrior as he drew on the Force to project his voice to the young Sith.
“Your thoughts betray you, Darth Xitan. You're conflicted, unfocused.”
He emphasized the acolyte's lack of concentration in an attempt to force the younger Sith to be mindful of it and address it. Imposing his own presence, the councilor projected a sense of encouragement to the man. Not like those of an endearing comrade, but instead like those of an authority figure urging a subordinate to do their duty.
“Push aside your confusion and focus on the task at hand. Channel your rage. Your pain. Your hatred. Wield the Dark Side and eviscerate your opponent!”
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Darth Xitan
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Post by Darth Xitan on Apr 6, 2024 17:55:34 GMT -8
For a moment, Xitan wondered who was interrupting this sparring. The Acolyte had yet to meet the newly appointed Fist of the Eternal, but he was aware of Garrax's 'unknown' fate and a rather speedy replacement put in his place. Oddly, it was someone that Dragus had brought into the order. Xitan could imagine that Vullorr and Melabor were hardly happy with the decision of the Supreme Leader, but they would not openly rebuke such a decision. No, those two were the most firm supporters and ardent loyalists of the reigning Sith. Still, when the commanding voice spoke, his eyes, beneath the mask, flickered towards where the immense presence was felt.
If only the Fist understood the degree of confusion. The unknown Sith spirit, on Roon, identified that the Saurian Dragus had done something. And, further, based upon his interactions with both Sirona and her companion, Elarinya, it only confirmed his suspicions. With the various flashes and sensations, the Sith felt he was in two places at once. And it wasn't... predictable either. At times, he would find himself in a room where Sirona was reading an old tome. On the opposite end, in a meeting here, Xitan could see Sirona just at the edge of the room. Yet, in both instances, it felt like they were both in the same space and not. Whatever had happened, it was something to get used to and only ensured a further confusion. Xitan knew that he would likely not get answers from Dragus anyways.
The imposition, through the Force, by Rebellious tempered the mind of Xitan temporarily however. The Acolyte would parry an attempt by Rancor to attack him on his side, a second parry successfully saved his neck. Twirling his lightsaber, the Acolyte sparred away the attacks of Rancor before going on the offensive. His own blows matching with speed and ferocity that Rancor was well known for. Xitan forced him back several steps, even launching his hilt into the helmet causing a moment of confusion in the vision of Rancor. Then a kick to the hand sent the lightsaber flying... before the sizzling blade of the Acolyte came right at Rancor's throat. Xitan froze there, his own mask facing the beskar helmet of Rancor.
For another moment, Xitan would glance at those gathered. Among their faces were Mindflayer, Malevolence, the one known as Rebellious, and another who was becoming more apparent now than ever. The lack of control over the Force Dryad connection resulted in these random occurrences. Before looking away, Xitan did see Darth Sirona present before she too vanished from among the crowd. Maybe there was a necessity to speak with Dragus later.You must the new Fist.Xitan deactivated his lightsaber and looked over the Kiffar Sith.Darth Rebellious, correct?
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Darth Xitan
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Post by Darth Xitan on Sept 20, 2024 23:26:58 GMT -8
Weeks later...
The entry of the Firebrand, in system, heralded the return of Darth Xitan, now the Executor of the Sith Eternal. In recent weeks, a number of proven, both non-Force and Force sensitive, were gathering at Raven's Peak as the Sith was hard at work rebuilding the command structure of the Sith military. The losses and betrayals due to the consequences of Valefor's coup ensured there was a great duty to perform for the newly risen supreme martial commander. Despite his preference for organic personnel, there was a decent presence of various tactical droids with programmed personas that served as officers. The most vicious and harsh of them was an ST-series, named 0N-1 or General Oni. There were others of experience, but plenty that needed training and to be further educated to be mindful of tactics and understanding of them.
Oddly, when Xitan returned, Dash Tarkin, his sister, Claudia, and one of his leading agents were awaiting him. Sitting down in the conference room within the complex, the Executor looked at the two quietly with some bodyguards at the doors. The masked Sith eventually focused on Dash Tarkin, who was now even more subordinate to Xitan given his great military authority.
I take it that the negotiations with the Sullustan delegation worked out well?
Dash proceeded to report on the proceedings that had happened, ensuring a firm economic unity that would aid in the foundation of a military base needed for the Sith. Sullust provided the best shipyards and, while Eriadu had shipbuilding capabilities, it did have the facilities to train officers for naval and ground leadership. Adding on the raw materials from the recently taken Mustafar, the resources of Geonosis, the droid foundries across the territories of the Sith Eternal, Xitan had hopes and ambitions to becoming a greater military officer than Garrax ever had been. However, there was something further to report on.
=Dash Tarkin=
There is something further that... was achieved at the summit.
Besides formalizing the new territories of the Quintad Directive remnant, it seemed his agents were hard at work, thanks to the Mindflayer, to see their master granted a title. Of course, they were in the dark about the promotion of Xitan till it became knwon across Imperial and Sith frequencies. Dash looked at his sister who decided to report on this matter. She explained the secret dealings made between themselves and the leadership of the Sullustan bureaucracy and SoroSuub Corporation. This led to a new title granted to Xitan on behalf of the delegation.
=Claudia Tarkin=
Daimyo, Daimyo of Greater Seswenna.
Greater Seswenna had been a territorial designation during the Clone Wars and into the Galactic Empire. Extending from the Inner Rim to the Outer Rim Territories, it had been code named as Night Hammer and the sector of space where the 18th Army fought the various campaigns throughout the Clone Wars. It was a claim to a greater authority over a large part of space. Some worlds would not agree to this unofficially recognized governorship, but Xitan did have his powers as Executor. Beneath his mask, the Sith... smiled.
Another title to pin to my name.
Ascension, it truly felt wonderful.
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