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Post by Whill Shaman Erevis on Apr 9, 2013 11:14:37 GMT -8
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Post by John Tien on May 1, 2013 13:20:55 GMT -8
*In orbit above the Imperial world of Thule was the Fel 9th Fleet, Moff John Tien's most experienced force, in the year since the Wampa attack, a few changes were made to the 9th Fleet, the former flagship of the fleet was replaced with a mighty Pellaeon Star Destroyer, an Ardent Frigate, and a squadron of Predator Starfighters*
"Fel 9th Fleet"(256 pts)
1 Pellaeon class Star Destroyer(Empire’s Fist)
Armaments:
-50 Heavy turbolaser batteries
-50 Medium turbolaser batteries
-40 Ion cannon batteries
-20 Tractor beam projectors
-50 Proton torpedo launchers
--200 proton torpedoes
-Interdiction field
1 Victory II class Star Destroyer(Darkness)
Armaments:
- 20 Quad Turbolaser batteries
- 20 Double turbolaser batteries
- 20 Ion cannons
- 10 Tractor beam projectors
1 Munificent-class star frigate(Protector)
Armament:
-2 Prow heavy turbolaser cannons
-2 Long-range heavy ion cannons
-26 Twin turbolaser cannons
-20 Light turbolaser turrets
-38 Point-defense laser cannons
-8 Flack Guns
-1 Hyperwave jammer
1 Ardent Fast Frigate(Horica)
Armament:
-5 Heavy turbolaser batteries
-3 Medium turbolaser batteries
-5 Point-defense laser cannon batteries
-2 Tractor beam batteries
*Moff Tien's TIE Phantom streaks from the surface of Thule and lands on the Darkness and after a few minutes, the Victory II jumps to hyperspace*
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Post by Deleted on Dec 25, 2013 8:23:41 GMT -8
*Thule, a vast wasteland with a harsh environment and scattered storms whose lightning lit the skies up like Christmas. Not only this, it was the one planet now, that the Sith Lord, Darth Massacre, still considered home.
From beneath the southern pole Thule, a flash of bright blue and white light erupted then faded just as quickly. From withing the spectacle, a single Scimitar, better know as the Sith Infiltrator, was left behind having just fell from the great speeds of hyperspace. On the flight deck sat three sentient beings. It [the flight deck] was vacant of any droid, whether it be astromech, assassin, protocol, or what not. Of the three sentient beings, all were humanoid and at least near-human. One, Grant Maelstrom, was a pure human. Another, Ruuslaan Staos, was a pure Firrerreon. And finally, the last, Vandook Lithage (Darth Massacre), was a near-human hybrid of the species of Kiffar and Chev.
Grant Maelstrom, was young yet held the rank of Captain, being one of the few to survive the annihilation of the once powerful Hailstorm Fleet that Massacre commanded. Hey stood roughly six feet in height and his rather slender frame toted about 170 or so pounds. His hair, short and a pure blonde in color. His eyes a vivid blue. He had no sensitivity to the force and having been the son of the last General to command one of Darth Massacre's fleet, he was accustomed to the great many atrocities that had come by the hand of the Dark Lord. He had been raised in such conditions and is many ways was very similar to Massacre. However, they were different in things other than sensitivity to the force. For instance, Grant harbored a rather energetic and outgoing personality within him and brought about a unique sense of humor.
Ruuslaan Staos, was tall, standing at roughly six feet seven inches and nearly 300 pounds. There was nothing truly unique about than Firrerreon. He held himself in high esteem, even if he happened to be a charismatic figure.
Finally, it was Massacre himself. He was the man piloting the craft and he was also the undisputed leader of the crew. Being as he was a hybrid of two similar species, he had characteristics of both. Where he physically appeared to be more Kiffar than Chev, physiologically he was a combination of both. He shared the similarity of having two hearts like Chev and the innate psychometric abilities of the Kiffar. Also inherent from his Chev mother, was the longevity of one's lifespan
Being the pilot of the craft, Massacre let his right hand rest on the throttle of the craft, pushing the shift forward and increasing the ships speed until the planet's gravitational pull could be felt. Once that happened, Massacre eased off the throttle and brought the ship's shielding online and extending the Scimitar's drive flaps, also running a systems analysis.*
Code:
\\Scimitar Stealth Ship - Nefarious
\\System Diagnostic and Analysis: RUN
INITIALIZING . . . . .
Status: COMPLETE
Power Levels:
\\Engines: 10%
\\Hyperdrive: OFFLINE
\\Weapons: OFFLINE
\\Shielding:
. . . Primary: 10%
. . . Secondary: 20%
. . . Atmospheric: 100%
\\Life Support: ONLINE
Report . . . . .
\\ALL SYSTEMS CLEAR.
\\Status: OPTIMAL
*Satisfied with the analysis of the ship's systems and coming to of the shielding, Massacre pushed the throttle forward once again, increasing the craft's speed yet again. The Scimitar lurched forward and headed into Thule's atmosphere. With the inevitable shaking of the ship that would commence as it entered the planet's atmosphere, the two other men sat back in the passenger seating area and strapped themselves in.
Grant looked to his left where Ruuslaan sat. He smacked the inside of the Firrerreon's right thigh with his left hand, a loud "THWACK" resounding briefly. A smile was over his face as it seemed to always be.*
Grant Maelstrom
"So. . .feels like a cheap chair vibrata', eh Roosterland? Wait no, that's not it. Russ? No." *Grant shook his head slightly, bringing his right hand up to his chin to rub it as he looked upward in a contemplating manner* "Hmm? What was it again, Goldy?"
Ruuslaan Staos
*Initially grimacing in pain slightly due to the smack on the inside of his right thigh, Ruuslaan was able to gather himself once more as Grant pestered him with his usual antics. He simply rolled his eyes and shook his head at the man's immaturity, but spat back when he continued to insult his name.* "Force have your fraking nuts in a jar, it's Ruuslaan you nemoidian. Like 'Roo's lonn' you krif." He was only slightly annoyed by Grant at the moment, but he intentionally cast his words to sound like he was furious, hoping that would get the point across to Grant that he didn't exactly want to put up with his sithspit on the day.*
Grant Maelstrom
*Grant grabbed around the area where his reproductive organs were and fumbled around with them in a suggestive, yet teasing, manner in response to Ruuslaan's comeback, allowing himself to drop his jaw in a pleasurable expression and wink at the Firrerreon.* "Woah, woah. Back off the tone Sweet Cheeks. If ya' wanted to see my splendor, just ask little ya' woman. She'd be able to paint ya' a picture in pleasurable words. Not to mention . . . well . . . that's a story for another time."
Ruuslaan Staos
*He simply turned away from the last jeering comment and completely ignored the last bit of it. There was nothing he could say or do to halt Grants relentless bombardment of childish jeers toward him.
Grant Maelstrom
"What's wrong, Baby Cakes," *Grant said to Ruuslaan, laying his left arm over the back of Ruuslaan's neck and laying his right hand on the upper-inside portion of Ruuslaan's right thigh, but not touching him in any way inappropriately, yet coming dangerously close. He tilted his head toward Ruuslaan who was gazing off and attempting to ignore him.* "You gotta loosen up a bit, you grease monkey. Joke. Laugh. Enjoy life. Frak, it's what I do and boy . . . it's . . . well . . . better than sulking about all the blasted time."
Ruuslaan Staos
"Hands. Off." *The statement was simple, short and not sweet at all. He ha just about taken his fill of Grant's antics and was doing his best to restrain from giving the man shiner on the eye. He may have been a part of Massacre's forces, but Ruuslaan was about to figure that one less cocky and childish buffoon might work out for the better.*
*The Scimitar broke into the planet's ozone layer and before long was heading planet-side.
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Post by Devlin Lyons on Dec 25, 2013 15:03:28 GMT -8
Devlin flipped several switches overhead as the LS Forever exited hyperspace, quickly losing speed and going with the traffic around them, which to say was not much. The YT-1930 seemed to sputter a bit, and for a moment the inertial dampener went out, pressing Devlin back into his seat. When they kicked back on he fixed his hair and slapped the console.
"So much for 'Forever,' I guess."
The ship had seen better days. Far better days. It had not been in any battles, or dogfights, or even tried to run from a speeding ticket. The problem was, Devlin did not have the funds to maintain it like he used to. He had invested all of his money in trying to find his wife, or maybe any of his team, but it was all for naught. He had come to Thule on the off chance an old Rodian buddy was still around, but he doubted it. The last time he saw his asset was five years and several dozen bars ago. Still, a chance was better than no chance at all, he supposed.
The YT-1930 came about, heading down to the surface of Thule.
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Post by Afansé on Mar 7, 2014 2:55:03 GMT -8
Lord Dagon's Sith Infiltrator rises from the surface and exits the gravity well of the planet then jumps into hyperspace a few moments later
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Post by Deleted on Mar 22, 2015 7:21:54 GMT -8
Darth Abaddon's Fleet arrived in numbers. One by one the ships dropped from hyperspace and filled in a black shadow in the planet's Orbit. The Sith himself had long since arrived here, carried only by a Scimitar, better known as a Sith Infiltrator. Other than the ships that patrolled now, the blanket of space was otherwise unattended allowing for the Sith's fleet to take up its position in the Orbit. It seemed as though those who had attempted to stage some kind of queue and take Thule from his grasp ha since abandoned their efforts. But now . . . now the planet seemed almost abandoned.
One. By. One.
within the matter of about an hour, the fleet had arrived in its entirety. Five Victory-II Star Destroyers. Three EF76 Nebulon-B Escort Frigates. Two Vigil-class Corvettes. And several compliments of fighters housed in the hangars of the ships. It was a marvelous spectacle. A terrifically terrifying sight.
Shortly after, the flagship, one of the Victory-II Star Destroyers broke from formation and flew towards Sivvi. There was a base there that would serve as ideal for command and control
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Post by Deleted on Mar 22, 2015 7:47:13 GMT -8
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Post by Darth Andor on Apr 21, 2015 12:02:21 GMT -8
From the depths of hyperspace emerged three ships, a Bulwark-Battle Cruiser and two Acclamator IIs, The Messiah, The Vortex and The Devastator. They slowly grew larger as they approached the planet and the surrounding defense fleet. Finally they slowed to a stop in a triangular formation, with The Messiah leading at the point, and the two Acclamator IIs a little behind, with The Vortex on the right and The Devastator on the left.*
*Located in the bridge of The Messiah, Andor stared down at the planet from the large viewport. Even from the planet's orbit, he could sense a dark presence. A powerful figure resided on the planet, and no doubt at the Sith Academy. Whoever it was, he or she would make a powerful ally for Andor's building Sith Empire... Or if the cards were played the wrong way, a powerful enemy. He knew he would have to tread lightly until he knew more. He would have to be... diplomatic.*
*At the thought, Andor shook his head. A Sith being diplomatic? Had he gone mad?*
*He turned to face a nearby communications officer, sitting at the controls with an oversized pair of headphones over his ears. Andor nodded his head at the officer. The young man picked up a microphone, cleared his throat and spoke into the receiver, opening communications with the planet's orbital control.
"Orbital Control of Thule, this is The Messiah, the flagship of the Grand Inquisitor Andor. We come as representatives of the Galactic Empire. Our Lord Andor wishes to seek an audience with the current headmaster of the Sith Academy. Over."
The officer left the channel open as they waited for a response. Andor stood at the end of the bridge, keeping his eyes focused on the defense fleet that lay between them and the planet's atmosphere.
"Commander, He turned to his right and faced Commander Lynn, who stood beside him. The Commander's eyes made contact with Andor's as he was addressed. "Power up the fleet's shields. I don't sense any danger, but we need to be on our guard. We're in unknown territory and i'd prefer not to be taken off guard."
The Commander bowed before departing, sending a message for the small fleet to begin powering up their shields as they waited for a response from Orbital Control.
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Post by Deleted on May 9, 2015 12:10:53 GMT -8
Aboard one of the Victory-II Class Star Destroyers, The Maliuola, a Chev officer manned the comm station, monitoring any kind of communication traffic that filled the orbital airspace that surrounded the planet of Thule below. A planet of a rather harsh climate, Thule serve as the residence for the Lord of Exterpation, Darth Abaddon, below.
The officer, a lieutenant in the Sith Lord's fleet, shifted momentarily in his seat, pulling the wedge from his backside where his pants had run up on him. All in all, the traffic that came in out of the Thule system was virtually non-existent, minus the occasional cargo freighter that either deliver its packages and goods to or from the planet.
Further up the bridge of the ship, an older male, seemingly of the human species, or at least something that heavily resembled a human, sat, postured-like, in the commander's chair, casting a deathly stare into the vacuum of space through the thick sheets of transparasteel.
A few minutes passed before three signatures suddenly appeared on the vessel's radar, soon identified to be a Bulwark-Battle Cruiser and two Acclamator II's. These were not the normal visitors to the planet, that much was certain. These were three ships of a capacity to wage a small war on an area.
Tension rose, just slightly aboard the bridge of the ship, though the commander's deathly stare never flinched. A moment passed. Then another, those only a few seconds in actual duration. His right hand pressed a myriad of controls on the arm of the chair in which he site, ultimately raising the alert level of the entire fleet there in space, even sending information to the Victory-II hovering over the Moon of Sivvi. Each ship's shields raised almost in complete unison and only seconds after the command had been given. Simultaneously, each shipped locked its forward turbolasers on the three, currently unidentified, ships approaching the planet's orbit.
Not long after the fleet had postured itself, a voice crackled over the comm array, the lieutenant monitoring it, and allowign the signal to broadcast to his commander, all the while holding a hand to the ear piece over his left ear, while the other punched in a few commands into the Communications station in front of him.
The commander sat motionless, the same deathly stare being given out in front of him. Once again, though, his right hand input a command and almost immediately the weapons of the fleet's vessels lowered their aim, though shields still remained up in a full capacity on every ship.
Another command was input, reopening a channel to The Messiah. ::Messiah,this is the Maliuola. Permission granted for a single shuttle or smaller ship. All others will stay in orbit. You will keep all weapons offline and shields at minimum. Any sudden changes will be seen as an act against Lord Abaddon and will be dealt with accordingly.::
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Post by Darth Andor on May 10, 2015 6:48:24 GMT -8
The incoming message was broadcast to Andor, the communications officer and Commander Lynn. Andor's eyes narrowed at the mention of a "Lord Abaddon" mentally filing the name away for future recollection. His skeletal left hand ran through his white hair as his thoughts ran through his head. He looked at the communications officer and the commander and nodded his head.Fiddling with the microphone, the young officer reopened the channel, "Roger that. Lord Andor's shuttle will be departing in t-minus ten minutes. The shuttle will open communications to receive coordinates for the Academy."Andor spun on his heel and left the bridge, making his way to the hangar bay. As he walked, he pulled out a small data pad from the folds of his robes and messaged his two apprentices, Luxeria and Darth Lura , notifying them to meet them at the designated shuttle.The message his apprentices would receive read as follows:"Apprentices, make your way to the Hangar Bay immediately. We depart in ten minutes. Pack lightly. Andor."The Sith Lord returned his data pad to his robes and continued down the silver, metallic hallway. As he walked, the troops that passed gave him wide berth, nodding their heads as the passed.
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Post by Luxeria on May 10, 2015 10:29:07 GMT -8
As Andor entered the hangar, he would find Luxeria standing next to the freighter that had taken from Kuat. She had a small case with her, containing just a few sets of clothes, nothing more. Despite how other women went in to preparing for a journey, Luxeria seemed different. Sure, she had the beauty that most women who carried tons of luggage, but she always kept her own packs small, especially if she was going to be gone for only a short time. She did carry some make-up, but never used a lot. For what they were doing here, she didn't expect she'd need to look stunning for others anyway.
She gave him a bow as he approached. "Master, I am ready for our departure to the surface." She still held her normal sense of confidence, but it was easy to see, ever since the bout in the training area, her drive t learn even more. She didn't need the motivation Andor had hoped to give them to progress down the path of the Dark-side, desiring what lay there on her own. But during her battle with Valerie, she had seen her own powers grow, seeing a few new abilities take shape in the surge of power he gave them. While using them to the same extent would be difficult as she was, he furthered her desire to dive into her training, to gain the power to master them and much more.
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Post by Darth Andor on May 11, 2015 16:25:13 GMT -8
Andor was proud to find one of his apprentices already waiting for him as he approached the YT class freighter. He pitted Luxeria and Valerie against each other during their travels to the planet, and the Sith Lord had fully expected both of them to take their time in recovering from an exhausting duel. He had made sure to end the training scenario before any serious damage had been dealt on either side before they arrived at Thule for good reason. He didn't want his only back up during their journey to the Sith Academy to be laying in some hospital bed in the medical wing.*
*He nodded his head at Luxeria and smiled, "Your prompt response is notable, My Apprentice. I must say I'm impressed."
He opened the landing ramp to the shuttle and the two waited in silence until it had fully expanded and rested before them. "Go meditate and immerse yourself in the Force. Feel it grow in you and feel it become tainted with the Darkside. Think about your training session with your peer and reflect on what you did well and what you can do better. Let those feelings empower you. Let them consume you."
Meanwhile, he would wait at the end of the shuttle until Valerie arrived.
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Post by Luxeria on May 12, 2015 5:45:18 GMT -8
Luxeria gave him another bow in response to his praise, yet said nothing. She wished to keep any sort of ego or fulfillment out of her response when Andor praised her. For one, she didn't know how he'd respond if she appeared overly happy about it. For another reason, she didn't want herself to gain any ego. She would take the praise but remember she could still do better. That way she'd always do what she could to be the best she could. She especially didn't want to be out shown by Valerie.
She stayed quiet as the ramp lowered, speaking only when he gave her her instructions. "Yes, master."
Wasting little time, she boarded and made her way to one of the smaller rooms on the ship. Setting her stuff to the side, she sat cross legged in the center and closed her eyes. She was starting to understand meditation more and how helpful it could be. Taking a deep breath, she did as she was instructed.
She focused on the skills that had developed in the heat of battle, mostly her physical capabilities and combat form. She had come to see how her body reacted and determined she was not the typically straight up fighter as some. She tried to be more graceful and fluid, finding certain points to strike, though she still tended to go for head on blows. She would have to study the essence of combat styles that existed to those who wielded the Force when using lightsabers as well as any other that held any essence of how she fought.
Next were some of the abilities that had awakened in her. With the added power that Andor had given them as well as the heat of battle, new powers had surfaced to some degree or another. First was Force speed, allowing her to become quicker in both running as well as regular movements. While a simple and early learned technique, she had not received any formal training, so many abilities that Force users learned first was not something she learned.
Next was her ability to create doppelgangers. She had made two of herself in attempt to confuse Valerie rushing her from three sides, uncertain which was real. Continuing on, she had exhibited her ability to wield lightning like Andor had, though her's was violet in color and only three streams appeared and was only slightly stronger than a Force Shock. The finally skill she ended up seeing from herself was Force Stasis Field. She had used it in attempt to completely hold Valerie still, allowing her to inflict any damage she wished on her fellow learner.
After the battle, Luxeria had attempted to use the powers again, only to see she didn't have the power to use them currently. Force Speed worked, though needed developing which could easily be done. The Doppelganger appeared, but only one and half transparent. The other two didn't even work. But she had understood her thoughts and feelings at the time, so using them when she was strong enough wouldn't be terribly difficult.
On the downside, she realized her weakness. She possessed the desire to follow the dark path, but didn't possess the emotions or pain Valerie had. It was obvious after seeing her fear, then watching her darkness build greater than her own. It was further proven when Andor granted them more power, letting them fill his own feelings. She didn't posses the emotions from past hardships or pain. Sure she was calm and could focus her power easier, but she lacked the fuel to truly unleash the darkness in her. She wasn't even sure the hardships of her training would help a lot, due to her understanding of what was being done.
While she meditated, the darkness began to build and circulate through her. It was being fueled by her dark delights of the battle and her own irritation at herself for being unable to truly waken the darkness in her on her own.
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Post by Darth Lura on May 21, 2015 15:21:01 GMT -8
The young girl whom Darth Andor had rescued from the streets of Nar Shaddaa did not keep her master waiting long after receiving the message. She arrived with nothing in hand: though she had once had many possessions, those had been stripped from her when a bounty hunter had sent her on a life on the run. Now she lived with nothing, and part of her was realizing that she was better off this way. She was learning how to use her powers, and soon -- hopefully -- that would be all she needed.
She arrived outside of the shuttle, her face stoic but her gait making it clear that she was slightly favouring her left side. Not too long before this, she had had a Sith training saber driven straight between her arm and her torso; while the blade was normally dulled to not provide a lethal injury, the force with which it had been thrown at her had been enough to slice her skin. While the medical bay had provided her with a bacta patch to clear it up, there hadn't been enough time for it to heal fully, and the cut was still visible on her arm. She was taking great care to keep it out of the public eye, however, because a visible injury could very well be taken as a sign of weakness.
And weakness got you killed.
So it was that the young girl approached the Sith Lord, betraying no weakness, bowing her head slightly while meeting his eye.
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Post by Darth Andor on May 21, 2015 18:06:33 GMT -8
It was only a minute after Luxeria had arrived, that Andor spotted his second apprentice enter the Hangar Bay. His electric blue eyes gazed upon her as she crossed the hangar, a slight limp in her step. Andor could sense her discomfort, but thought nothing of it. Pain was a weapon, and during the duel between Luxeria and Valerie (Curse it, he really needed to give Valerie a proper Darth title), Valerie had embraced the wound and used it to fuel her aggressions, effectively holding off Luxeria single-handedly (Literally). Both apprentices had impressed Andor, but their hate for each other had grown terribly strong and only so much action was allowed before the Sith Lord broke them apart before they killed one another.*
*As she approached him, her eyes met his and she bowed her head. Andor returned the gesture and patted her on the shoulder. "It is wise to hide your injury, Valerie. Your intuition is sharp. But remember, the pain you feel is your ally: embrace it. Welcome it and make it your weapon." He entered the ship, with Valerie at his side. Soon, they arrived to the area where Luxeria was mediating. "Join your peer. Meditate on your pain and let it follow through your veins."
He left the two girls together as he made his way to the cockpit, approaching the two pilots who awaited him. "Open up a communications channel with the planet. We're ready for departure."
The engines of the YT-1300 roared to life and seconds later it rose gently from the ground. It began to slowly move to the exit when Andor accessed communications with the Maliuola. "Attention Maliuola, this is Darth Andor. I will be using a YT-1300 freighter to transport myself, two pilots and two young females to the Sith Academy. We are exiting our hangar bay now. Can you provide coordinates for the Sith Academy?"
The freighter departed the Messiah and made its way into open space, where it slowly approached the planet. It would wait to receive coordinates before accelerating and descending.
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Post by Deleted on May 21, 2015 18:48:15 GMT -8
Aboard the Maliuola, the commanding officer remained as he had before. His poster did not shift and his deathly gaze never faltered. The iris's of his were so dark, they seemed to simply be an extension of his pupils. No movement occurred on the bridge of the Maliuola until the commander fumbled a command into the pad on his right once more, reopening a link to this "Darth Andor."::Darth Andor this is the Maliuola; your single YT-1300 is acknowledged and the only vessel allowed clearance until authorization is given from a higher authority. Know this again, you take any course of action to provoke a conflict, the consequences will be grave. Enjoy your stay.:: While his spoke, his voice cold as the dead of night on Rhen Var even carrying a snake-like hiss to it, the Communications officer sent the coordinates to the Sith Arts Academy on the planet's surface. He and the entire fleet new that this is where their master could be found.
Darth Abaddon served as the Lord and Governor of Thule and was even, in some people's eyes, seen as a wrathful God of sorts. Others were feeled emotionally with pure fear. But . . . no one, save an old - now deceased - apprenticed had ever chose to challenge him nor rebel against him.
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Post by Darth Andor on May 21, 2015 18:54:37 GMT -8
The pilots registered the sent coordinates and soon the freighter began to accelerate into the planet's atmosphere. Andor exited the cockpit and made his way to where his apprentices would be mediating. Sitting down next to them, he crossed his legs and closed his eyes. Within moments, he was focused on his mission, looking for the Force to guide him. He was to re-establish communications between Thule and the Galactic Empire, but secretly, he desired control of the Academy to initiate the start of a greater plan: the rise of a Sith Empire, the resurrection of Dark Tide.
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Post by Darth Andor on Jul 31, 2015 15:21:40 GMT -8
Days after the birth of the Order of Ruin, and the alliance between Darth Andor and Darth Abaddon, the remaining part of Andor's personal fleet burst forth from the depths of hyperspace. They approached the planet as they accessed communications with Orbital Control. After identifying themselves and all the proper procedures being taken, the incoming star cruisers began to assimilate themselves into position as they became part of the Planetary Task Force. However, to keep the secrecy of the new Order, Andor's fleet, Winter's Breath, still held markings of the Galactic Empire and of the Inquisition.
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Post by Darth Malvus on Aug 8, 2015 11:19:49 GMT -8
From the depths of hyperspace, a Helot-class medium space transport would enter the space over Thule. It bore no markings, yet its IFF was broadcasting an Imperial signature. Yet the vessel came here for a reason, driven by the desire of its pilot to venture and learn. From the viewport of the transport, a red skinned and red-eyed humanoid would gaze upon the planet from above. The Sith, known as Darth Malvus and formerly as Valstrol Horica, would turn in his chair to key the documents that he had brought. There had been no reports from Thule in awhile according to Imperial records, yet Malvus knew that his old friend, John Tien, had ruled here for many years as the planet's self-proclaimed Moff for various empires. No communications, no documents, nothing; yet there were Imperial ships orbiting the planet.
Malvus would then close his eyes, reaching out with the Force to see what was unseen. His senses began to pick up force beings below, persons who were unknown to him, yet each of them had dabbled in the Dark Side of the Force. Moff Tien had never employed Sith for a long time, so this could not be his work, as the man's presence was seemingly gone from the nearby area. The red-skinned Sith would open his eyes, looking around the viewport at the various Imperial-aligned ships. A deception perhaps? To provoke a known image on the outside while keeping the truth a secret on the inside.
The Sith assessed his options and then began to key some commands into his ship. The transport would veer into the orbit of Thule, but did not descend nor ascend. It remained within close trajectory of Thule and Malvus made sure its presence was known. With that done, calling upon the powers of the Dark Side, the Sith would twist his masked presence into the presence of a human, continuing with masking his force signature. He then began to key other commands as the IFF began to broadcast a modified Imperial transport signature. Once detected, the owner's name would appear as Ulric Tarkin, Lord of Eriadu, a name known in the records and archives of the Galactic Empire. With all the necessities performed, Malvus would wait and see the reaction...
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Darth Andor
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Post by Darth Andor on Aug 8, 2015 12:02:45 GMT -8
The Black Regime was the ship to detect the Helat-class breaking into orbit. The Commander stood sternly in the bridge, his hardened grey eyes locked onto the target as the Acclamatory II grew closer, its weapons and shields powered up immediately upon detection of the Imperial ship. Why had it shown up? He had not received news from Andor or any communication from Kuat since their departure. It was an unexpected arrival, and that put the commander on edge.
"Keep a close lock on the target" The Commander ordered, "And make an open communications channel." A few seconds later, the Commander was given a nod by a nearby communications officer, informing him that the channel was open and the ship was ready to be contacted. The aged male's calloused hand gripped a nearby microphone, his voice unyielding with a aged rasp. Physically, he may be in his mid-sixties, but mentally, he was more aware than almost every personnel on this ship and Lord Andor had recognized that when it came to his promotion.*
*As the ship grew closer, a new IFF began to broadcast, identifying as a Lord of Eriadu, Ulric Tarkin.
"Ulric Tarkin. You are entering a restricted sector under the jurisdiction of the Galactic Empire. State any intentions for arrival. Any signs of powering up weapons or shields will result in an immediate termination. You have ten seconds to comply."
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