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Post by Deleted on May 25, 2015 12:58:39 GMT -8
Dark Tide? No, Dark Tide was no more; his intelligence had confirmed it. Now this man . . . this Darth Andor was trying to say it existed for his allegiance lay with it. He scoffed at the claim, but did not deny the potential truth to it. Perhaps the Dark Tide did still exist, though only lurked in shadows, away from curious eyes. Even so, why would this Darth Andor tell him of it? Why try play a card in a game that had not yet begun. Was it that he wanted Darth Abaddon's allegiance for something?
His right hand clinched into a fist, the knuckles cracking and popping in the process. His lip furrowed and his fang-like teeth shown through, surprisingly white and well taken care of. The glow of his demonic eyes never faulted as his gazed pierced through the Sith before him.
"J'us kirmi tu'iyia hana askar tidrasmis ridis."1 The words were spoken under his breath and were in a language few who walked today would understand; it was a dialect of the Sith language known as High Sith. He'd learned to speak it and read it years ago, under the tutelage of his former Master who'd been a part of the species. It was highly unlikely that Darth Andor would be able to interpret what he said. "Dark Tide is dead and no more. It and its ideals were lost in the forging of this, now pathetic, Empire which you would have me join."
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Post by Darth Andor on May 25, 2015 13:36:19 GMT -8
The words of the Ancient Sith echoed in Andor's ears, sparking recognition in his ears. It had been a long time since he had heard that language, and although he was not fluent in the pronunciation, he could understand it with ease. Much like the communication between Han Solo and Chewbacca.... It was true, Andor hadn't really driven the point home, but he had hoped Abaddon had the intuition to infer Andor's reason for mentioning Dark Tide, but apparently not.
"It is not completely dead. Lost, yes, but two Lords of old remain. Our hunger to unify the Sith and to wreck havoc on the Jedi once more is growing, and I've come to you to offer you a seat of power. The beginning of a New Order has begun, and an army of Sith will rise in its wake." Andor's voice was cold, his mention of the Jedi Order sending waves of hate and fury throughout the training room. His mind flashed with thoughts of the new order.*
*Back when he was a child, he had been born and raised on the planet Korriban, a youngling training to be a Sith among the Brotherhood of Darkness. He had been taught since birth that the only way for the Sith to truly flourish was for the total annihilation of the Jedi Order, and of the Army of Light. But that all changed when Darth Bane attacked, blinding the ambitions of Brotherhood's leaders into destroying themselves to stop the Jedi, sending Andor into hiding.... Evading the havoc of Darth Bane and his apprentice, Darth Zannah. The Grand Inquisitor was one of the very few who had escaped Bane's plot and the destruction of the thought bomb. But his hunger for the extinction of the Jedi had never faltered: had never died. He lived every day, waiting for the moment to strike out against them, spilling their blood with his crimson blade.*
*It was time for the resurrection of such an Order. It was time to raise an army of Sith to unleash against the Republic.*
"Soon, the extinction of the Jedi order will be upon us, and the Sith will rule the galaxy once more. Your power will be unlimited, your control reaching the far edges of space." Andor smirked as he threw in the bonus, "And you don't have to lose your reign over Thule."
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Post by Deleted on May 30, 2015 8:04:23 GMT -8
Darth Abaddon sneered beneath the veil of shadow cast down upon his face by the hood yet removed. Diplomacy. To come begging for for him to join forces was pathetic. Yet, in the same instance, it was vaguely amusing. His name and the weight it carried these days seemed to bring Sith to his doorstep . . . each typically tending to ask for his allegiance in some manner or another. Simple fact of the matter was this; he did not tend to play "nice" with others and for that reason, allies during his time had been few and far between.
He'd been acquainted with various legions and factions in the past, though for each, he'd remained a distant partner. Nothing much more than a name they could tie into their numbers. They meant nothing to him then, so why would they mean anything now. Future empires and factions were doomed to fall just as those of the past and he'd seen it all too many times. Dark Tide was one of then and so had the previous Sith Empire turned Galactic. Where people saw things as being "reformed," Abaddon simply saw the truth - they'd fallen in the wake of another. It was simply the circle of life for factions and Empires, for Legions and Alliances, and it would forever continue. So . . . why group one's self into failure?
"You should have left the Diplomacy for a sniveling diplomat for your words fall on deaf ears." He let out a sharp, short laugh and then continued. "Your new order will rise and fall just as every one before it has. There is nothing to prove otherwise." He paused a moment, let the words sink in for a moment. Perhaps Abaddon had sat back in the shadows long enough now. Perhaps it was time for the Universe to tremble beneath his quake. And perhaps this "Sith" was a tool for him to use to make it happen. He could be the Master and this Darth Andor could be the puppet.
A sinister smile broke his expressionless face, still hidden in shadow. "Perhaps I have sat back long enough watching the Empires rise and fall."
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Post by Darth Andor on May 30, 2015 10:55:20 GMT -8
Diplomacy. Had Andor sent a true diplomat, there would have been no way he would have won Abaddon over. The Sith would have killed the messenger where he stood. But with Andor's personal appearance, the Grand Inquisitor knew there would be more leverage, as he would at least be able to give the Sith before him a run for his money, of not killing him entirely, in battle: something a mere diplomat could never do.*
*In the silence between his statements, a yellow flag shot up in Andor's head, his intuition screaming to him about a trap. The Force was warning him of trickery and deceit, as was the way of the Sith. Abaddon must be planning something to extend his power and his control. In the moment, it seemed Andor's bait had worked, and the fish had been hooked. For now, Andor would proceed as normal, but he knew to never trust a Sith.*
*Outwardly, his expression didn't change as Abaddon made his final statement, which seemed to imply that he was willing to proceed with the Andor's invitation.
"As I said, this order is being risen for one purpose, and for one purpose only. We will resurrect the Brotherhood of Darkness and the Jedi will become no more. Let us join together, unite the Sith under one banner. Together, we will make," He stepped towards Abaddon, his hands lifting the black hood of his cloak and replacing it over his face, once again concealing it in shadow, "The Order of Ruin."
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Post by Luxeria on May 30, 2015 11:27:16 GMT -8
Luxeria let her eyes shift from Abaddon to Andor. The truth of Andor's plan had not only been revealed to this powerful Sith, but to her as well. Her Master had never spoke of his true intentions, whether he did not trust her with such knowledge or saw no point at this time in her training. She had thought she was joining the Empire, but it became clear in this moment that it was only a cover for reality. She had become part of a new rising Sith Order.
However, it mattered not who she joined. She had come to Kuat and joined the empire because she knew she had the power of the Force within her. First with her beauty had she begun her dark decent, wanting the power to rule and control. The Jedi had denied her training and for two years she trained what little she could one her own. She had found her new home with the Empire on Kuat under Andor's tutelage. But if she was to be apart of the new Order, it seemed all the better. He power could grow even more amongst others of such great power like Andor and Abaddon and with it she would gain the control she so desired, something less likely under the Empire.
She only blinked barely as her eyes returned to the one who sat before her. The darkness of the academy flowed through her, stirring at the thought of the power that awaited her in this hopefully growing order, the faintest of smiles appearing on her face.
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Post by Deleted on May 30, 2015 13:43:12 GMT -8
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha." The laugh was dark and sinister as it erupted from Darth Abaddon. Had Darth Andor really thought that his loyalty - his allegiance - could be won that easily? This man really was naive. "You didn't truly believe you could come to my home and my realm and win my allegiance that easily, did you? Your mind and wit has been tested since the moment you entered Thule's space, a test you have teetered on the edge of failure since it began."
Darth Abaddon rose from his throne-like seat and brought his hands up to clasp the sides of the hood that veiled his face in shadow. They moved and uncovered the face, a pale grimace against the dark void of the chamber where they stood. A scar ran the course of the left side of his face and followed the edge of his cheek bone and down to the crest of his jaw. The fiery orbs inset upon his face flashed a bright red-orange color. The thick, dark beard that carpeted his face was laced with scattered and inconsistent strands of gray. He flashed a menacing smile to once again reveal his bleach white, fang-like teeth, his tongue sliding across his upper lip. "Now," he said, pausing for a brief second, "indulge me in the power of the Empire's Grand Inquisitor and see that you can last longer than a mere five minutes."
His right hand flicked and with a snap-hiss kind of sound a crimson blade ignited for the hilt of a lightsaber that had snapped to it. The hilt was masterfully crafted, even implementing the bone of a krayt dragon just above the lower portion of the grip.
Around the sides of the training arena, the Sith Apprentices and acolytes of the academy stood back and at ease; they were not to be a part of this as it was intended to be a match of mono-y-mono - 1 on 1. Darth Andor, Grand Inquisitor of the Galactic Empire versus Darrh Abaddon, the Lord of Extirpation. Round. Start.
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Post by Darth Andor on May 30, 2015 20:02:07 GMT -8
And so it began: the battle of the two Sith Lords. A match of dominance, seeking answers of who was superior. As Abaddon stood to his feet, Andor took a step back: not out of fear but to distance himself from his opponent, sensing that the tension had indeed come to a climax. The Lord of Extirpation withdrew his hood and ignited his blade, inviting Andor to battle.*
*The Grand Inquisitor accepted.*
*They stood about ten feet apart from one another, just out of reach. With a shrug of his shoulders, Andor's black cloak fell limply to the cold ground. His right arm gave a light snap and the black lightsaber, laced with gold trim, slid down his sleeve into his awaiting palm. In an instant, the crimson blade shot forth in a snap-hiss, eager to do battle and to spill blood. Powered with a Qixoni lightsaber crystal, the blade was stronger than average and Andor's connection to the Darkside of the Force was augmented. Immediately, he opened himself to his hate, his anger, his pain, and let it flow through him like a poison. He welcomed it as it spread through his body like a dark plague. He siphoned off the feelings radiating from Abaddon, Lura, Luxeria and the other apprentices and acolytes that were in attendance, using their own emotions to his personal benefit.*
*Is electric blue eyes stared down his opponent, and then they blinked. When his eyes reopened, they were entirely black as the Grand Inquisitor became consumed by the Darkside, its black aura swirling around him like a maelstrom. "With pleasure." Andor's voice resonated through the room as he too smiled, revealing his own bleach white, fang-like teeth. His red tongue gingerly slid over his upper lip as had Abaddon's. He positioned himself with his left foot forward, most of his weight resting on his right leg in a traditional defensive back stance. He held his lightsaber hilt in both hands, letting it rest on his right at hip-height, blade angled up and to his left, creating a guard across his body from right hip to left shoulder.
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Post by Luxeria on May 31, 2015 9:54:45 GMT -8
Luxeria eyed both Sith as their crimson blades came to life. So in the end, it would be a battle that determined whether or not they gained Abaddon's allegiance. She began stepping back, moving to fill in the circle the other apprentices had already formed. Before her was a grand opportunity presenting itself.
The first of such opportunity was simply witnessing such a battle. The darkness that radiated between the two great Sith lords was more than she had experienced thus far. It was overbearing, crushing, yet enticing. It pulled at her own desire for power, shaping it all the more. It was here in such an epic battle that she would see what someone of such power was capable of. Seeing this was like peering through a window to the future, to what she could become if she continued on with her training in the darkness.
The second of the opportunities was being able to to watch her Master fight. He had stated before she even began training that when she had learned all she could from him, she was to fight and kill him, showing that she had surpassed him. Fighting such an opponent wouldn't allow him to hold back, making everything he did clear. She would take in his capabilities, his form and learn from it. She could work to counter it, gain abilities that would grant her an advantage. Right now, she was getting a lesson, whether intentional or not, and all she had to do was open her mind and watch.
She glanced over to Lura for a moment, her faint smile still on her face. Since their battle on route to Thule, her hate for the girl had lessened since the battle's end. But it still didn't mean she was going to be second best. She would never allow Lura to pass her. She would prove herself to be the more worthy apprentice. Without a nod or any spoken word, her eyes redirected themselves from Lura back to the battle that was about to begin, mind open and ready to see what true power was.
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Post by Darth Lura on Jun 16, 2015 22:10:14 GMT -8
For what seemed like weeks, but was only mere moments, Lura stood, watching the two Sith Lords speak. She said nothing, her eyes flicking over to Luxeria in time to catch her fellow apprentice's glance. She, like the other girl, gave no outward sign of communication before redirecting her attention to the pending battle.
She had learned of some of her abilities during her battle with Luxeria on their way here. She had learned what she was capable of, though she planned on moving beyond that and gaining even more power. The need for power was what drove her: not power to conquer, but the power to keep herself safe. Now, she was going to witness the true power of two Sith Lords, one of whom was going to train her in his art.
It was something she was keen to observe.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 4, 2015 13:59:58 GMT -8
And so it began; a clash of sheer power and force. The immensity of titans as they engaged and master practitioners as the delved ever so deeply into the Dark Side of the Force and the power that was wrought with its consumption. Yes, the Dark Side of the Force was in overwhelming abundance here, made stronger by the fear, anger, torment and pain that erupted from the beings that trolled its dark and dreary halls. It was here that even the bravest of many Orders feared to roam. In this moment, there was merely anything but the desecrating aura of the Dark Side that filled the air. Little life and absolutely no good. The Light was simply extinguished here, its touched long since removed.
The red blade was still held in Abaddon's right hand, angled down and to the right, its tip a lowly inch or two from the cold stone that served as the chamber's floor. Siphoning the power of the Dark Side into himself, empowering himself, the Quixoni crystal imbued in his lightsaber augmenting his grasp of the Force, increasing his power even more.
By this point the Dark auras would likely be radiating from both the Dark Lords of the Sith, dancing in their own ritualistic styles as they clashed amongst one another.
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Post by Darth Andor on Aug 4, 2015 15:25:26 GMT -8
The pair of combatants remained still, the tension rising sharply with each passing moment. Andor remained poised as he stood in his defensive position, taking the time to keep his mind submerged in the current of the Force. But the Force was tainted here. It wrapped around all the beings that inhabited the arcademy, threatening to strangle them like a snake. Only those strong enough to tame it, and bend it to their will. This corruption: it was thick, like a fog. It was black, like the night. It was evil, like the Devil.*
*It was the Darkside of the Force.*
*And with Andor's own Quixoni crystal inlaid in his black lightsaber hilt, the Grand Inquisitor's connection to it was strong than ever, just as his opponent. It would be a long, gruesome match. Who would come out on top? Would it last longer than five minutes?*
*Yes. It would.*
"The clock's ticking." Andor teased as he lifted his left hand, his pointer finger touching his thumb, making the universal "ok" sign. Then, his pointer finger snapped forward, towards Darth Abaddon, as the Grand Inquisitor let loose a minute use of telekinetic energy, intending to simply flick his opponent's nose. It was not meant to do anything other than to humiliate, irritate and enrage the Lord of Extirpation.
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Post by John Tien on Dec 7, 2018 17:40:39 GMT -8
One modified LAAT/i Gunship and a First Order dropship land inside the hanger of the Sith Arts Academy and unload Tien's Commando forces, Alpha and Omega Squads, who begin to secure the building. eventually they are joined by the Imperial Knights and the Sith Assassins who entered through the front doors. After a thorough search Specialist Dianna Lowland of the Sith Assassins called in the all-clear to the 9th Fleet.
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Post by Spectres of Midnight on May 28, 2021 12:29:17 GMT -8
Kosrezic sat in her assigned dorm room as she reviewed the orders from her master. For the past few months since leaving Korriban with Lady Vesperia, the Twi'lek had been enrolled in the academy as an advanced student so she could better integrate with the other students and begin her work in weeding out resistance. Now that had been done, she had been given orders to eliminate all but the leader. What was more, she was to do this as an assassin. Clear measures for those working within the intelligence group and something she would have to remember going forward when fulfilling these missions. Despite this, she was meant to ensure they were known and sent a message alongside the work Vesperia did with the leader.
It was a task planning out each assassination, from the how to the where. But she eventually figured it out. However, as she was ready to start putting her, she looked up as a knock came to her door. She could already sense Duvrax standing on the other side. Using the Force she opened the door to let him in before closing it behind him. He looked at the stuff on her desk before looking back to her.
"So, I take it you are preparing to assassinate the resistance?"
Kosrezic looked at the Zabrak before giving a nod. "Indeed. My orders are to eliminate all but the leader in secret, though leaving the bodies in such a manner that will send a message. Time to bring my first mission without my master to an end."
Duvrax nodded. "Quite the pressure. I'm sure you'll do fine. I'd offer to help, but I know you'll deny my offer. I'd do the same. Either way, good luck. But I'm here by my master's orders. Lady Luxeria had requested of my master to build a ship for you. It is now finished and I'm to take you to it. Once you finish, you'll be able to freely leave."
Kosrezic, though she tried to stay composed, perked up in excitement. Quickly locking away all the information she had for her assassinations, she followed Duvrax to see her ship. She never knew of her master's request, so she was happy to receive her own ship as well as extremely curious as to what was chosen.
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Post by Darth Malvus on Aug 15, 2021 8:42:14 GMT -8
The Sith Arts Academy had been an interesting boon to gain for the Conclave, upon the conquest of Thule. When it was established, during the height of the Brotherhood of Darkness, under Darth Kaan, it was said that the students, during this era, were thrust into the deserts of Thule on long, relentless training sessions that forced them to rely on the dark side for strength. The various clans of Sith, that made up a core of loyalists on Thule, offered up their services to the Conclave and thus the most capable and loyal were given positions within the Academy to educate the young and potential of the planet's population. Here, these descendants of the original Sith settlers would be able to embrace their heritage and forge it through trial and error. Its reactivation was certainly a note of pride of the various clans that now acknowledged and served the banner of the Conclave.
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