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Post by Whill Shaman Erevis on Apr 9, 2013 11:29:36 GMT -8
Ziost's terrain was an arid, frozen wasteland covered primarily in ice and mountains.
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Post by Death Angel on Sept 17, 2013 10:43:08 GMT -8
The frigate, starfighter escorts and transport ships traversed a comfortable distance above the dark tundra below; the subzero temperatures of the icy planet made the place certainly habitable, but definitely inhospitable. They were still searching for a place to land. They had better do so soon, because the engines were taking a lot of punishment from the heavy snowfall, and were bound to freeze over and send the entire ship plummeting into God-knows-what's-down-there.
Suddenly, the frigate's long-range sensors picked up a structure of buildings under one complex in the distant mountain range.
Head in the direction of the coordinates we're relaying to you now.
Boosting over the last stretches of forest, they reached the mountain peaks, where the snowstorm threatened to become a blizzard so intense, it could be classified as a whiteout.
Hurry, land us in those buildings over there!
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Post by The Fallen on Apr 5, 2015 0:20:36 GMT -8
It had been a number of weeks now, since Ifrit had gotten some new tenants for the shop on Byss, and the group had completed the move to Ziost City on Ziost, and managed to find a similar building set up to the one on Byss, and set up another business for Ikaros and Nymph to sell their potions to a new market, along with being able to access new ingredients to mix together and create new and better potions. Meanwhile, Banríon had been tasked with scouting out the city and the area's surrounding the Sith Citadel, to gather intel on the comings and goings around the place, while Ifrit continued his study into the second tier of Sith Alchemy with the aide of Ikaros, and his study of Sith Magic with the aide of his holocron.
Already, Ifrit was beginning to amass a small collection of his own hand crafted potions and poisons that he had learned under Ikaros' guidance, and others that he had learned the recipes for from Bara'duun, some of which he taught to Ikaros in return. There was, understandably, also a large number of potions that he had learned to craft, that only had short shelf lives, and thus were sold to customers through the Synapse Potion Store so as not to let them go to waste. Already, he was beginning to formulate the concoction for a Sith Poison with aide from Ikaros and Bara'duun, the former providing insight into various herbs that might have useful properties, whilst the latter provided insight into the dark side energy required to be used. But despite the work required, he still kept up with his sith magic training, with a good couple dozen target dummies able to attest to the man's skill with Force Blast and Bolt of Hatred.
At the current moment, however, Ifrit was out in warehouse section of the building, taking some time to enjoy lunch alongside Ikaros and Nymph, since it was the weekend, and they had closed the shop on this particular day. Although Banríon had yet to arrive, Ifrit had agreed they could start on the meal, especially since she was due to arrive back soon, undoubtedly with some new news regarding the Sith Citadel, although, by all reports so far, the place was quite abandoned and people avoided going anywhere near it, which was a bonus, since it would make his plan to invade the place all the more easier. In fact, Ifrit had finished off eating a cut of steak, when Banríon made her way into the building through the side-alley entrance door, though, he had sensed her arrival long before that, regardless, he gave a nod in her direction
Welcome back Banríon, come, join us for lunch. What news do you have?
*Banríon had silently slipped into the warehouse and deactivated her personal cloaking device as Ifrit nodded to her, before taking a seat at the table across from him as she took a quick drink of water, as she took a moment to organize her thoughts. It had been a few weeks now since they had arrived, and if she was quite honest, there wasn't a whole lot going on around Ziost City, it was like an island outside of time really. Although it still remained a fairly strong economic gateway, the world had remained untouched by many of the recent wars of the wider galaxy, and had gone unnoticed by the rising power of the Republic and Empire, with many of the local politicians prefering to keep things that way since it ensured their continued power. And althought this meant that most of her days were spent just watching much of the same stuff, she was already amassing quite a bit of leverage information for Ifrit to utilise when the time came*
It is all still much of the same stuff... Politicians taking bribes, goods coming and going, and that Citadel still remains ready for the taking. Speaking of, what exactly is your plan there? I mean, I've never actually ventured into the place before, and by all accounts, the place does seem empty, but what if there is someone already there? We aren't exactly fit for taking a Fortress...
Ikaros and Nymph both looked over at Banríon as she made her comment that they weren't fit for taking a Citadel, and as much as either woman wanted to deny it, they both knew she was right. Sure, they both had some combat experience, along with a set of skills they could bring to the team, but there was only so far that a small group like theirs could go, before superior numbers would overwhelm them, especially if the enemy had the home field advantage. Neither of them had really considered their odds of taking the Citadel to be particularly high, but neither had they really put serious thought into the matter since for the most part, it had seemed like a far off goal that wasn't like to be attempted any time soon, but Ikaros had a sneaking suspicion that the time was soon drawing upon them to go for it
I don't mean to unnecessarily press the point, but she is right. We might be strong, but if there is an enemy force, we can only last so long...
And even if we do take it, with or without resistance, it's not exactly like we could hold it on our own...
He was pleased that things had still remained the same, since it meant his plans could continue upon their current path without interruption or need for revision, especially considering how far along he was in his training. It wouldn't be long now before his next tier of training was complete, at which point, he would need the resources located in that Citadel no matter what, which was why he had a plan for taking the Citadel, not that he had revealed the full details to any of the girls just yet, so their scepticism was well founded. He supposed it was about time he finally let them in on the plan, since apparently none of them had seemed to piece the plan together based on the nature of some of Banríon's recon missions
I am quite certain that if there was any force of significant size, there would have well and truly been signs of their existence, and even if we do find any opposition, why do you think I've been having Banríon collect leverageable intel on the local politicians? We can use their military connections to assure ourselves of a force to help us take the place. Whilst I will admit I am not fond of using mercenaries, so to speak, there is still a long way to go before we can raise our own army. Besides, once we take the place, there is only a handful of ways in and out of the Citadel, and I am quite certain we can easily lock them down, plus, no one goes near the place as is, they are all too afraid of it... I should think you all know by now, that I am not one to rush head long into something without a plan....
*She'd had a feeling that Ifrit would have had some kind of a plan to take the place, of that much she had been certain, but now that she knew the details, Banríon wasn't altogether certain how much she liked it considering the fact that it involved using local law enforcement, many of whom she was quite certain would turn on them in a heartbeat if they thought there was some hidden gold that might be stashed in the Citadel. Honestly, she'd much rather keep them as a supreme emergency only backup option, since Ifrit had laid out a good number of points regarding why it could be possible for them to take the place with just the group that they had*
I will admit I was sceptical that we'd be able to take the Citadel with just us, but I would honestly rather give it a go, then be forced to rely on what passes for a local police force here... As you said yourself, if there was any significant defence, I'd have noticed signs of it. Plus, there is other, less riskier things, that you could use the Intel to acquire, such as test subjects for your poison...
Ikaros took a moment to consider Ifrit's plan, as well as the points that Banríon had brought up, before finding herself agreeing with the plan for them to try take the Citadel alone, without any assistance from mercenaries, especially ones they wouldn't be paying for. Nymph also shared her sisters sentiments, after all, she knew all too well the value of money, considering she'd handled that side of the potions store for many years now, and one thing she had learned, was that people could only be trusted to do what they were told to do if you were paying them yourself. Plus, there was no guarantee that once they took the place, that the police wouldn't try take it for themselves or their political buddies afterwards, sure they could do it at any time, but it took only someone wanting to take the place, for them to get their own ideas for the Citadel
It may indeed be better to try taking it without their help. As Banríon said, there is indeed other things you could get with what you know. plus, considering they are doing shady deals to begin with, it's entirely possible they'll do something shady in return if we rely on them...
Ifrit had to smile a little, having managed to convince them all that they would be entirely capable of the mission themselves without a need for outside assistance, because if he was honest, he didn't fancy the idea of using local Police if they didn't need to. He gave a nod of confirmation to the girls, before continuing with his meal, knowing he would have a few busy days ahead of him as he got the first attempt at his Sith Poison made, before approaching someone to allow him access to death row inmates to test the poison on, so as to not attract too much unwanted attention to himself and the girls before he was ready to strike
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Post by The Fallen on May 9, 2015 3:34:42 GMT -8
A many number of weeks had passed, during which Ifrit had managed to concoct a number of variations of his sith poison, changing the mix of ingredients in an effort to find the perfect combination to create his poison. It had been arduous work, with a number of failures, some less horrifying than others, but they had all attributed towards his final success, which he made sure to note down the mix of, so he could produce more of it at a latter time. For now though, he was busy helping Ikaros, Nymph, and Banríon with packing, since they had once again been forced to move on and reasses their strategy, after the Sith Citadel, which had remained dorment for at least a year, if not longer, had suddenly pulled the greatest time travel magic of all and suddenly ended back up in the middle of a fight that had long since ceased and disappeared
It seems that once more, we have tread upon the domain of another dark lord pretender. Perhaps we will have better luck at our next location...
Do not lose all hope just yet, my young apprentice. But fear not, our final destination will prove our most rewarding, especially considering how far along you are in your training and how much stronger you are than before...
Indeed...
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Post by Khorrtavu on Jan 20, 2016 15:17:39 GMT -8
Davos popped the hatch, a hiss sounded as the air of Ziost rushed in, Davos wet his lips and scrunched up his nose as a tangy staleness penetrated his senses. He waited until his nose adjusted to the smell of Ziost, it seemed to burn his nostrils though.
He leaped from the top of the fighter, boots crunching on loose ground, his eyes narrowing as he surveyed the barran landscape, a wind kicked up briefly sending a few loose stones skittering across the ground. There was something in the air, something, Davos didn't know how or why, but he could feel it, like an unseen tendril, and he was being pulled, it was a feeling like no other. There was something benign, yet he could not resist the lure. It wound its way inside his head and seeded itself. Davos began to walk, where to, he wasn't sure, he just knew he had to follow this peculiar calling.
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Post by Darth Rebellious on Feb 9, 2016 16:08:41 GMT -8
It had been months since he had heard rumors of a cadet within the ranks of the First Order's military who supposedly killed a group of Banking Clan sympathizers during a riot by driving them insane, which sparked the Sith's curiosity. It wasn't long after that the Darth used his influence as the Director of the Imperial Security Bureau to speak with a stormtrooper who had witnessed the incident, and after hearing the story which many Imperials not attuned to the Force wrote off as an "impossibility," the Darth heard the promise of a potentially powerful asset. After identifying the boy, a youth by the name of Davos Raim, Rebellious had his intelligence officers keep tabs on his whereabouts and doings. From his abduction to his escape, the Dark Lord's eyes watched him from the darkness. And finally the time had come to seek out the cadet he had taken such an interest in personally.
Darth Rebellious disembarked his shuttle and stepped out into the nothingness of Ziost. As he walked the barren waste, the ground soft crunched under his weight as the permafrost gave way to his heel. As the stale, frigid air filled his lungs and stung his nostrils, the Dark Lord of the Sith wondered just how long it had been since life thrived here. He knew of the planet, he recalled reading about the place in the history recording during his time on Korriban, but he had never set foot on the dead world. he never felt the need to until now.
Although the Sith that had once resided on the planet were long gone, their legacy remained ever-present, the Dark Side of the Force still remained here as strong as it ever was. It hung thick in the air, it's power almost palpable. To those who weren't used to it, they may have felt like they were being weighed down or suffocated, while those who were accustomed to the Dark Side or falling to it's allure may feel it pulling or even hear it calling out to them like a mistress in the night trying to seduce them with promises of their wildest desires. Rebellious, himself, felt the pull. The Dark Side of the Force knew he was searching for something here and would lead him to it. Without hesitation, he followed it, trekking farther into the frozen wasteland.
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Jul 17, 2018 12:43:45 GMT -8
==Selling Stock SL==
<<107 PP; R4 Sector, Ziost>>
While it hadn't ever truly made the world a Socii system, the Imperium had long held a rather large collection of holdings on the world. There were new orders from on high though. Ones that made continued holdings too risky to defend. The local market surged briefly as the extensive holdings were quickly sold off. At least those that couldn't be removed. This process had been a long time in coming, so the holocrons of the old jedi temple had long been withdraw to safer locations. That, at least, was one less thing to worry about.
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Post by Viox Savage on Feb 23, 2019 18:55:06 GMT -8
Ziost. A former Sith stronghold that was now part of the Blackguard Reborn. Overseen by @supremeleader, his experiments could take place within the safety and security of the Sith Citadel without endangering any citizens of the Blackguard Reborn.
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Post by Sith'ari Grizz on Apr 16, 2019 14:33:48 GMT -8
It had taken some time, but the cloaked Star Courier was finally reaching its destination - a virtually nondescript valley nestled between two large mountain ranges, which kept it relatively protected from severe weather patterns and provided a moderate level of interference from scans. The ship touched down in a small clearing, the cloaking field disengaging as the vessel came to rest. It was not long before the giant Massassi Sith Lord stepped out of his ship and on to one of the planets he once called home.
He knew he was in the right place, the co-ordinates were a match, but nothing was recognisable. It wasn't just that the planet had suffered an ice-age event since his time, even the ridge lines of the nearby mountains were foreign to him, erosion had altered their shape so much that they no longer matched his memory of them in any way. It was to be expected, given that tens of thousands of years had passed since he last stood in this spot - but it still brought him a brief moment of sadness to see that there was nothing left from the time he used to live here.
He closed his eyes and let his mind's eye take over. The mountains grew taller, the babbling of the stream nearby joined the rustling of the ancient trees, the smell of roasting meat filled his nose and he could almost make out voices coming from the village just over the hill.
He opened his eyes and it vanished; replaced by snow, ice, a mostly-dead forest and a desolate landscape. With a melancholic sigh he set off toward the location where the village once stood. It may have only existed in his memory, but he remembered the way perfectly. As he made his way over the small hill he began to feel a small pulsation through the Force that was extremely familiar to the ancient Sith Lord, it wrapped around his mind and warmed him to his very core...
...he was home.
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Post by Sith'ari Grizz on May 22, 2019 19:00:07 GMT -8
All it took was a blink. One moment the Sith Lord was gazing upon the desolation of Ziost and the next he was standing in the middle of one of the villages he spent time in over 25,000 years ago. What had been in his mind's eye now surrounded him, enveloping him, folding him into its reality. Buildings of all types lined the street, the small temple at the centre of the village standing taller than everything around it. Pureblooded Sith of all ages and castes were going about their day, oblivious to his presence.
He stood there for what felt like hours, but at best would have been a few minutes, his mind awash with what he was witnessing. His reverie was broken by a tugging on his cloak; he looked down and saw a young male Kissai. The boy pointed toward the small temple and ran off, stopping just before he entered the building to look over his shoulder at Grizz and motioning for the Sith Lord to follow him inside.
Without even hesitating he followed the Kissai child into the temple. As he passed through the doors his nostrils flooded with the smell of incense. It took several seconds for his eyes to adjust to the extreme darkness; when he could see again the first thing he noticed was the complete absence of the child, the second was the semi-circle of robed adult Kissai at the end of the short hallway ahead of him.
The Kissai at the centre of the semi-circle beckoned for the Massassi Sith Lord to approach, which he did without even thinking about it - as if he was compelled to obey. The moment he stepped into the middle of the group there was a flash of blinding light which was accompanied by a sensation of his blood boiling in his veins.
The Sith Lord awoke, but could not see a thing. He raised his hand and summoned a ball of light in his palm. He was inside a large cavern, tunnels stretching off in various directions. There was a vague recollection of this place, as if he had been here before. The memory gnawed at him, eating away at his thoughts until it broke through to the surface. This was where he was brought after the priests on Korriban transformed him into a Kissai so he could be further trained in the Force by the masters on Ziost.
He closed his eyes and slowed his breathing, delving in to the memory until he found what he needed - he knew where he needed to go now. With purpose in his stride he made his way down one of the tunnels, following his memory whenever the path branched off in different directions. It was nearly twenty minutes later when he reached his destination, another large cavern; the only one in this entire labyrinth that looked man-made. As he stepped through the carved archway the space lit up, braziers hanging from the walls and ceiling igniting of their own accord. A shadowy patch filled the middle of the room. Grizz remembered that there was an altar there, and could just make out the shape in the darkness. There was another shape there too, in front of the altar, it was humanoid. The shadows receded, drawn to the top of the altar behind it; the humanoid was a Kissai boy, the same boy from the village earlier.
The sheer force of recollection nearly knocked the Sith Lord over. Why hadn't he seen it earlier, was he so caught up in the situation that it hadn't registered? That Kissai was him! That was his transformed face from all those millennia ago, before his cryogenic imprisonment by the Jedi, before the fall of the Grendal Pirate Consortium and the rise of the Grand Sith Imperium, before the death of Lady Ash, before he regained his true form.
The younger Grizz stepped to one side, the shadowy mass was coalescing atop the altar. It wasn't long before the shadows evaporated and left a large pearlescent metallic lump behind. Kissai Grizz pointed at the lump and then flicked his hand toward Massassi Grizz. The lump flew from the altar at high speed and landed at the feet of the Sith Lord with a thud that echoed through the cavern. It was at that point that he started to hear the whispered voices speaking in Ancient Sith coming from the colourful mass. The two Grizz's locked eyes for a moment, the younger version of himself smiled and simply vanished.
The size of the metal lump was much larger than Grizz first thought, it was closer in size to a boulder than a rock, he would have to use the Force to carry it from the caves. But before he could summon the Force to do his bidding there was another flash of blinding light like the one he had experienced in the temple. He knew he wasn't in the caverns before he could see again, his skin was cold and he could feel a harsh wind - it was obvious that he was no longer among the ghosts of his past. The first thing he saw was the barren wastes where he had landed, he was roughly fifty metres from his ship. He looked around and spotted the pearlescent mass sitting next to the entrance to the cargo hold, it shimmered in the harsh light and called to him - quite literally.
It was time to leave Ziost. He knew where he needed to go next, and what he needed to do. It didn't take long for him to make preparations to leave the planet, including stowing the small boulder in the cargo hold of his ship. Grizz performed final pre-flight checks and ensured that the cloaking device was active moments after he took off and headed toward Ziost's orbit.
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Post by Darth Malvus on Jan 2, 2021 15:11:15 GMT -8
New Adasta shimmered with the glow of renewed purpose. The capital of ancient empires had new people coming upon it's surface, arriving from across the space controlled by its Sith overlords. However, unlike most cities, there was... a shadow to this one. A shadow exerted from the nearby citadel that served as the headquarters for the dreaded Inquisition. Given the influx of new citizens, there were rather tight securities and cross checks. The Grand Inquisitor seemed dedicated to his work and, in fact, passionate about what he did. Hooded agents of the Inquisition lurked across the city streets, alongside an obvious presence of soldiers. New Adasta had been living off of a minor population, so the influx was needed to be coordinated, survey, and thorough checked before people were allowed entry.
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Post by Darth Obitus on Jan 25, 2021 14:51:28 GMT -8
New Adasta
Xavian awoke suddenly to the shrill chiming of his alarm. Laying on his front with his head still buried in his pillow, his left hand flailed for his clock's off button. He missed twice but on the third attempt he did silence the sound that signalled the start of his day. There was another sound that disturbed him even more than his high pitched alarm, the faint clattering of metal on his floor. He groaned loudly and pushed himself up to face the rest of his bedroom. He leaned over the edge of his bed to see what he had assumed, his datapad that he had knocked off his table onto the floor. If his screen was smashed up, again, he would be so annoyed.
He sighed before sliding his feet onto the ground and reaching for his pad. It was screen side down which was bad news, he screwed his face up as he flipped it in his hand.
“Oh yes, not a scratch! Up yours Sidious, woo!”
He exclaimed with joy as he jumped out of his bed, sending blankets and pillows bouncing all over the place. With his vastly improved mood he skipped into the refresher for his morning ablutions.
Xavian was a twenty three year old human male who had lived on Ziost his whole life. As a non-force sensitive his career options were somewhat limited but he had made the smart move into the military-industrial sector. He had dreams of overseeing arms factories and raking in vast wealth, cashing in on the conflict that the Sith created. However he had to start off at the bottom, he was currently a third-class administrator in a small arms factory. His job was not glamours, well paid or interesting in anyway but he had to work up the ranks.
Looking at himself in the mirror before he left his living unit was something he usually enjoyed. Xavian considered himself quite the catch, more so than he actually was but that didn't stop him enjoying his own reflection. However his boss had really been strict about uniform in the office recently. His dark grey shirt and trousers were accented in dark red and had been perfectly pressed the night before. He was ready for his day.
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