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Post by Shaman Odin Alfodr on Feb 26, 2013 22:50:15 GMT -8
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Taung H'rel
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Post by Taung H'rel on Nov 10, 2013 17:21:44 GMT -8
A LightStealth-18 slipped out of hyperspace several light minutes out from the planet in full stealth mode and began passively scanning the planet. Balmorra didnt seem like a likely Jedi hideout, but one never knew. The commander of the craft put a few credits down that the other team was going to have more luck. In the meantime they had to concentrate on the here and now.
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Lord Sinistra
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Post by Lord Sinistra on Nov 21, 2013 14:42:25 GMT -8
They came in a sudden rush, four Jehavey'ir type assault ships burning straight for an attack run at one of Balmorra's manufacturing centers. The local Sith commander started after the small ships eagerly, intent on driving off the intruders with ease. What were they compared to his six Victory class Star Destroyers escorting his Imperial Mk II class Star Destroyer? The far smaller ships altered their course, firing a spread of super concussion missiles at the fleet before turning and running, but the older vessels did not have that much of a speed advantage, and only pulled away slowly until the larger ships of the Sith fleet picked up some momentum.
The chase was on, the eager commander grinning a small predatory smile. These Mandalorians weren't brave enough to die honorably it seemed. His small smile turned into a full blown ear to ear grin as two of the assault ships started spewing plasma from some of the hits that his gunners were inflicting. Good. He would have some trophies to add to a pitifully small collection. Stuck here on guard duty while the other planets and commanders saw more fighting, more glory. Well this was his chance now to prove to the admirals that he was more than deserved of a command on the front lines hunting these metal clad barbarians down and exterminating them from existence.
His smile turned to a scowl as the seemingly damaged assault ships stopped leaking plasma and started to pull further away.
"Faster you idiots! They are escaping! Why must I be in charge of such-"
A series of huge flashes rocked the lead Victory class Star Destroyer and it was suddenly nosing up to block his ships flight path. As the ship rolled over he could see a giant series of holes ripped open to space underneath the bow of the ship. His own ship began evasive maneuvers, shifting down to avoid the climbing Victory when another flash brightened the bridge from the port side where another explosion blossomed against the flank of one of the Victorys.
Mines.
He had pursued the enemy ships into a minefield.
The squadron chopped its forward progress and turned this way and that seeking a way out of the trap that they had been led into, each time they ran afoul of more mines as the Mandalorian ships circled back, now joined by four others and a Victory II class Star Destroyer and began to circle the outer edges of the minefield and pour fire into the trapped ships, always placing a Victory in between themselves and the Imperial class Star Destroyer, using the Sith's own ships as shields. One by one they started taking the smaller ships apart with heavy barrages of fire. Two panicked Victorys on the port side broke away and made to break out of the minefield. One ran into four mines and its one active engine forced it into the path of the other which was unable to stop in time and plowed into it, nose first, and both vessels went up in flames, lifepods shooting in all directions.
The Sith Commander ordered his remaining ships to head towards the two dead and burning ships, using his tractor beams to push the hulks in front of the rest of his ships, clearing the mines. But this was a slow tactic, and the Mandalorians, not to be denied more Sith blood, circled to the rear of the fleet and began hammering away, taking a fourth Victory, and then a fifth before turning off and heading towards the now defenseless planet.
Finally the Sith commander felt that he had cleared the minefield, and turned his ships towards the planet that he was charged with protecting. His ship suddenly shuddered and damage alarms started wailing as the belly of the ship contacted a mine that had been laid in a second shell of mines, the Mandos having been running between one minefield, and the next, entering and exiting holes in their own trap. The ship shook again as another mine exploded next to the number four heavy turbolaser turret and the secondary explosions took the entire line of heavy turbolaser batteries with it. Not being quick enough the smaller Victory took a mine directly on its bridge tower and continued on on its last given course, the engineers being deprived of directional information, didnt have orders to turn their ship in another direction. Most of the sensors had been placed on the bridge tower, and before they could correct their mistake, the ship ran into six additional mines, and flashed out of existence when two of the concussion missiles detonated in their magazines, sending the rest of the ship into the voids in considerably smaller pieces than it had started out as.
The Sith commander finally got into free space and pushed towards the planet, his ship limping along minus one primary drive, and over half of his weapons on one flank simply gone. On the belly things were no better. The mine that had exploded there had crushed the main hanger bay inward, trapping needed repair crews inside the ship until they could cut their way out.
He looked out the view port and even from high orbit, could see many of the factories burning on the surface, and the glittering jewels pulling away from the planet...the Mandalorian squadron. They had done their damage, all too well. The Imperial class Star Destroyer, even in its weakened condition, had them outgunned, and they knew it, they had already used their missiles earlier and on the planet's war making factories and knew that they could come back to collect a damaged star destroyer at a later date. The Mandalorian ships contemptuously closed into a loose formation and leapt to hyperspace.
The Sith Commander hung his head. He had been humiliated, his dreams of glory gone, up in smoke just like his squadron and the factories that burned beneath him, his breath left him in the same way his own ship continued to bleed atmosphere from ruptured decks and rents in the armor plating. Lord Sinistra...would not be pleased.
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Atia
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Post by Atia on May 19, 2014 6:24:21 GMT -8
"Edmund II" Ardent Class Fast Frigate
Edmund II jumped out at an Official Hyperspace lane. It was a classsical Ardent, with no major modifications. The ship had its shields charged as soon as it got out of hyperspace, and only its light weapons. Its IFF transponder was neither classed as enemy, nor friendly.
On the bridge was Worm Face, the leader of the Gammorean slaves, Number One, the personal slave of Lord Nysste, the ship captain and a new addition to this command crew, Mr Gib Shtuck, the leader of the merceneries.
Finally, of course, Lord Nysste was asked to attend, since this would be the first meeting between her and the Empire. All her advisors and commanders were waiting for her to make contact.
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Post by Sauthril Caelan on May 19, 2014 17:23:32 GMT -8
As The stars stopped being streaks of lights, and were once again still there was commotion aboard the "Divinity"'s command bridge, a Lucrehulk-class battleship. Comm officers announced there arrival across the ship, while other deck crew checked over planetary scanners, and space traffic. None bothered to address the man who sat in the command chair one leg strewed over the arm over the chair, his chin resting upon one hand, while its fingers drummed softly against cheek. It was not an uncommon then for him to be left alone, in fact most of the crew knew that unless someone was about to die, or they found something truly interesting, to just go about there business. Which they did, bringing the ship to a halt shortly after exiting hyperspace. There job was done, and now the rest laid inside the mans head. Several times a crewmen would turn to see if the man had other orders, but they got nothing. The man watch silently, breathing slowly, not even his eyes seemed to move. Often the crew thought he might have just finally died in his chair, and his fingers were to stupid or stubborn to realize that the rest of him was dead. Yet known were brave enough to voice such ideas allowed, not while that man was aboard the ship anywhere.
And so here I am again, traveling between worlds. Though only thing I found enjoyable about this was seeing the places that had such importance to the empire. Now I would never admit to the crew I was only here on a field trip one might say, but did it really matter? I was after all in charge, the boss. My pinky slipped into my mouth on one of its rounds of tapping, and I happen to start chewing on it. What it would be like to control a place like this, to feel like you were contributing to the greatest power ever alive. These men must have been so proud of themselves. How could you not, riches, power, and who could forget the women that followed their every foot step.
I could sit here all day and dream of the grand life serving the empire. Yet unfortunately I do no think Emperor Sinistra would be happy if I disappeared for so long, with out even mentioning I where I was going. I shifted in my seat switching from one side the the other, which meant changing which leg hug over an arm. The commotion caused everyone to stop moving and look back towards me. What the hell did I do? I haven't killed a crewman in a long time, I thought that was suppose to change. But it still brought a smile about, thinking that there was still parts of them that was terrified.
Go about your business. I have nothing to add quite yet. But do bring me a drink, im enjoying the site of this planet. And which to enjoy it a bit more.
The men went back to work, and it was not long before the doors behind me hissed as the slid open to the hallway. A women bringing me a tray with a glass and bottle on it. I didn't pay attention to what it was but merely nodded to her, as he she reached over and grabbed the bottle to poor me a drink. I took it with out any acknowledgment to her bringing it to my lips. Waiting only a moment before tilting the glass so that its cold liquid content would flow into my mouth. O that was it, what ever it was had the kick of a stubborn heretic trying to stay his execution.
Now to figure out if I want to go planet side and see this place for myself. Or just sit here and marvel from the comfort of my own chair, the drink made me want to stay and watch as i took another large swig from it.
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Nysste
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Post by Nysste on May 20, 2014 4:56:00 GMT -8
"Edmund II" Ardent Class Fast Frigate Edmund II jumped out at an Official Hyperspace lane. It was a classsical Ardent, with no major modifications. The ship had its shields charged as soon as it got out of hyperspace, and only its light weapons. Its IFF transponder was neither classed as enemy, nor friendly.
On the bridge was Worm Face, the leader of the Gammorean slaves, Number One, the personal slave of Lord Nysste, the ship captain and a new addition to this command crew, Mr Gib Shtuck, the leader of the merceneries.
Finally, of course, Lord Nysste was asked to attend, since this would be the first meeting between her and the Empire. All her advisors and commanders were waiting for her to make contact.*Nysste walked with complete silence to the bridge, her hands behind her back and a tech mask that covered her mouth and nose. When she spoke, her voice would sound darker than before. Her lightsaber clanked against her utility belt and her dark robe flapped with the wind as she walked with much power in her step. When she arrived at the bridge to take command she halted infront of them, only to stare at the planet of Balmorra. She stared at it for several seconds before she actually spoke to those behind her.* "Captain, are we within reach to broadcast a transmission?" |
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Post by Atia on May 20, 2014 7:33:58 GMT -8
As the Sith Lord Nysste arrived the her command crew bowed deeply, deepest of all the slave known as One, second to her the new Mercenary Captain, since he really liked his life and didnt want to continue in his predecessors footsteps.
-Captain Kab Marosi-
"Yes my Lord, We were waiting for you to adress the... erm... empire."
The captain grabbed a mic from a console table and reached it to Nysste.
-Captain Kab Marosi-
"We just opened comms. Just press the button and the empire should hear you."
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Nysste
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Post by Nysste on May 21, 2014 4:48:38 GMT -8
*Snatching the mic from the Captain's hand, she held it up to her mask and pressed the button. She hesitated to speak but then began her speech to the Empire.*
:: This is Lord Nysste of the Edmund II. It has come to my attention that there is a new Empire that has risen to face the New Republic. IF my assumptions are correct, I am here to negotiate an arrangement of how me and my crew may serve your will. It is a simple request and I do hope you agree. My crew really doesn't want to have a shortage of people at the moment ::
*There was no emotion in her voice when Nysste spoke. She was apathetic at its best as she stood silent. She at least expected an answer from whomever was in control and stood there, waiting. In all honesty, Nysste was young enough to be considered a child by the Empire, but her sheer power in the Force would show that she meant the words she spoke. If the Empire wanted members of her crew to die, she would do so with secrecy. They all knew hat they signed on for when a Sith spoke for their departure.*
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Darth Belial
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Post by Darth Belial on May 21, 2014 16:48:56 GMT -8
As The stars stopped being streaks of lights, and were once again still there was commotion aboard the "Divinity"'s command bridge, a Lucrehulk-class battleship. Comm officers announced there arrival across the ship, while other deck crew checked over planetary scanners, and space traffic. None bothered to address the man who sat in the command chair one leg strewed over the arm over the chair, his chin resting upon one hand, while its fingers drummed softly against cheek. It was not an uncommon then for him to be left alone, in fact most of the crew knew that unless someone was about to die, or they found something truly interesting, to just go about there business. Which they did, bringing the ship to a halt shortly after exiting hyperspace. There job was done, and now the rest laid inside the mans head. Several times a crewmen would turn to see if the man had other orders, but they got nothing. The man watch silently, breathing slowly, not even his eyes seemed to move. Often the crew thought he might have just finally died in his chair, and his fingers were to stupid or stubborn to realize that the rest of him was dead. Yet known were brave enough to voice such ideas allowed, not while that man was aboard the ship anywhere.And so here I am again, traveling between worlds. Though only thing I found enjoyable about this was seeing the places that had such importance to the empire. Now I would never admit to the crew I was only here on a field trip one might say, but did it really matter? I was after all in charge, the boss. My pinky slipped into my mouth on one of its rounds of tapping, and I happen to start chewing on it. What it would be like to control a place like this, to feel like you were contributing to the greatest power ever alive. These men must have been so proud of themselves. How could you not, riches, power, and who could forget the women that followed their every foot step.
I could sit here all day and dream of the grand life serving the empire. Yet unfortunately I do no think Emperor Sinistra would be happy if I disappeared for so long, with out even mentioning I where I was going. I shifted in my seat switching from one side the the other, which meant changing which leg hug over an arm. The commotion caused everyone to stop moving and look back towards me. What the hell did I do? I haven't killed a crewman in a long time, I thought that was suppose to change. But it still brought a smile about, thinking that there was still parts of them that was terrified. Go about your business. I have nothing to add quite yet. But do bring me a drink, im enjoying the site of this planet. And which to enjoy it a bit more. The men went back to work, and it was not long before the doors behind me hissed as the slid open to the hallway. A women bringing me a tray with a glass and bottle on it. I didn't pay attention to what it was but merely nodded to her, as he she reached over and grabbed the bottle to poor me a drink. I took it with out any acknowledgment to her bringing it to my lips. Waiting only a moment before tilting the glass so that its cold liquid content would flow into my mouth. O that was it, what ever it was had the kick of a stubborn heretic trying to stay his execution.
Now to figure out if I want to go planet side and see this place for myself. Or just sit here and marvel from the comfort of my own chair, the drink made me want to stay and watch as i took another large swig from it.
His pale marbled face, usually bearing a joyful smile, was wrought with a flesh stretching sneer. Lucius' talents were wasted as a messenger boy, but Belial had know of the man that the Swordsman was sent to sway. The Dark Lord had known of his distrust and utter hatred for anything abhuman, thus was left with a diminishing list of emissaries to send. The recently inducted Noghri had turned out to be gloriously loyal servants to the Master of the Sith, yet such instruments would prove nothing more than wasted resources as the xenophobic priest would send them spiraling into the depths of the void as soon as the entry ramp had parted. That meant a human would have to be sent, one that could easily defend himself should this encounter prove to be hostile, and one that knew of the inner workings of the organization that they were reforming around their shadow shrouded master. Lucius had known the reasons as to why he was chosen, but it had taken him away from his glorious sabre practice with the sub species inducted into the Dark Lord's cult. Noghri were interesting specimen to fight, and the swordsman wished this act of recruitment wouldn't take forever and a day - as patience was not one of his strong suits.
Having exited into the realm of reality, the shuttle's sensorum suite had only read a single ship hovering in the orbit of the smog clustered world of Balmorra. It was an antiquated design in comparison to the newly issued Imperial shuttle he had forcibly procured from Korriban, but the Lucrehulk pattern battleship still had it's uses in these misbegotten times. Narrowing his eyes at the vessel, trying to imagine how many souls eager for the satin kiss of his sabre were stationed aboard it, Lucius felt a shrill chill of excitement surge through out his veins. What a test it would be, had the vessel been fully operational and stocked to the brim with sentient soon to be corpses! His blade would run a bright and vital crimson this day, should the mission go south - and in the darkest recesses of his mind - the swordsman wished it would. Instead of letting the errant mindset broil away the skein of lucidity, the Warrior pushed the threatening desires back into the deaths of his consciousness, only to focus upon the assigned task at hand. He was here to garner another brother for the Order, not kill an entire warship's crew for the sake of bloodlust. Though one day, such a feat would occur, and the galaxy would tremble at the thought of a single man killing thousands of lives within a span of days - singlehandedly too boot.
Letting the sneer of disgust coalesce into a prideful smirk, Lucius activated his communications terminal, whilst simultaneously engaging the standardized Imperial encryption keys. The deed would ensure that his guise as an Imperial vessel would remain intact until the last possible moment, and it would ensure that his master's location would remain within the hands of only those that had deserved it. As the channel to the designated Lucrehulk opened in a silent burst of static, the swordsman's tongue traced along the edges of his lips, before speaking in his silken ebony tones.:: This is Imperial Shuttle 'Farstar', requesting docking permission with the Lucrehulk designated 'Divinity'. I am ferrying an interested party aboard, that wishes to speak with the Lord Caelan. :: |
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Post by Sauthril Caelan on May 21, 2014 20:14:28 GMT -8
There was pause in the crew when Comm Officer Byron announced that they had received a comm message from an Imperial ship. Which was soon followed by imperial encryption keys, the same that were just recently given to him out of procedure more then need..... First it was still new to them, being apart of something so much larger then this marry bunch. So when the message played aloud for the bridge crew, no on was quick to move. The majority of the crew turned to face the man sitting in the command chair. So far he hadnt even budged, and with this being the first time addressed like this none new quite what there master would want. At first the silence was broken with a hiss, like that of air being sucked through closed teeth. Causing a slight flinch from the Comm officer. Then a russle of cloths signaled the man moving in his chair, now sitting hunched which caused his glasses to slide down the bridge of his nose. His chin now resting on an open right palm,his elbow resting on his right leg. As the Comm Officer took a step up towards the man, he was stopped with another hissing sound.
Now, now... That just sounds horrible. Someone must answer this man, if only to tell him the correct way to address me. Mr. Caelan, really, there was few that even new me well enough to know that name, let alone not know of the correct tittle In which i am to be addressed. I waved my hand, in an attempt to speed them up. Who the hell was looking for me? Especially hard enough to travel here to speak to me.
Send Lareana to meet them in docking bay 2.
=Comm Officer Bryson
Sir are you sure you want to send her, to meet with Imperial representatives?
She will do fine enough, I was not expecting anyone out here. So let Lareana deal with it first!
I slid back into my seat, crossing one leg over the other. A smile and creeped its way about, this will be the first time she has had the chance to interact with anyone outside myself and her fellow cleansers. I was kind of excited to see how this went, she had a very unique way of doing things that I now felt I enjoyed much more. After a notice was sent to her, I watched the comm officer open his end of the comm channel.
Farstar, this is the Divinity. Your codes check out, we are sending docking bay 2 instructions, and they are expecting you. There will also be a quick inspection of your ship, and a representative of the Priest will be there to meet you once you landed.
Come to relax, and have to deal with some crap of sorts. But I quess I cant complain to much, I did after all sign up for something like this. I should have known this was going to happen from time to time. But I wonder what brought them all the way out here, instead of just sending a message. It was nice to know that I was important enough to deliver said message in person. With the message sent to both Imperial, and Lareana I switched view screens over to cameras set about. One following Lareana the othe set in the bay where the Imperial was to land. Since I had waiting time, I raised my glass for it to be top off again and once it was pulled it back to start sipping it.
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Post by Darth Belial on May 22, 2014 11:56:55 GMT -8
Lucius was glad to see that the rouse had worked thus far, however in order to see this mission to its final end; he would have to play the role that disgusted him the most. The Swordsman would be forced to endure the needless formalities of the Imperial court, to ensure that only one man had truly known his purpose here. Idle eyes and distant minds are but some of the downfalls to an excellent infiltration plan. When his automated shuttle path had finally come to rest at its destination, he would have to meet with someone of the ship’s crew – an officer of sorts. Knowing the pomp and grandiosity of the Galactic Empire and all of those that clung close to their creed, there was the possibility of heavily armed soldiers; acting as either and esteemed honour guard for visiting dignitaries, or an armed escort for the welcoming party. Had it been the latter that chose to greet him in the secondary docking bay; Lucius would relish the sounds of their passing and proceed towards the heart of the massive crescent warship. Sadly, the way the future events began to unfold before his very eyes, it seemed like the former of the two assumptions would become apparent.
Smiling to himself, as the shuttle entered the maw of the ferocious beast; Lucius began to don the accoutrements of an emissary. Underneath the heavy folds of his ebon cloak, the swordsman donned an uncomfortable breastplate that ended at his pectorals. Like the Dark Lord of an Imperium of another era, the plate was a series of interconnected plates of obsidian metal that were contoured to accentuate his broad shoulders. Over his midriff, the swordsman wore a recently pilfered crimson tabard bearing the sigil of the Galactic Empire – thankfully already clean pressed and ready to be worn. It would symbolize him as one of the higher ranking members within the Imperial Cult, the unofficial name for those that had enlisted within Lord Sinistra’s new order that were adept wielders of the force. It would give him the aesthetic aspect required to act unquestioned – had these men and women known about such changes since the months of Imperial declaration.
While it all hinged upon their knowledge, should such facts prove to be absent – his lord and master had given him leave to use whatever devious means necessary to reach their newest brother. A term that everyone had begun using in regards to the select few that the Dark Lord required to begin fulfilling his grand dream for the Galaxy at large. Adorned in the Imperial vestments, the swordsman moved back towards the cockpit section of the new age Imperial shuttlecraft. There, he grasped onto the bar bolted into the bulkhead and awaited for the craft to touch down in its designated spot. Feeling the sudden jolt of hydraulic pressure, where the landing struts grunted silently under the titanic weight of the shuttle threating to crash into the decking. Remaining true to their purpose and raising the vessel to its desired and stable height, jets of pneumatic steam poured into the recycled environment of the antiquated vessel – harmlessly mixing with the human friendly atmosphere. Pushing himself off the bolted down handrail, the Psuedo-Imperialist punched the command console releasing the locked hatches of the cargo ramp. Like the yawning avian beast, the ramp gingerly touched down upon the polished flight deck; finally allowing its sole passenger to disembark.
Descending the ramp with a confident swagger, the swordsman had begrudgingly made his first advances into hostile territory; secretly hoping this mission would devolve into chaos.
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Post by Sauthril Caelan on May 24, 2014 18:58:56 GMT -8
As the turbo lift doors hissed open, four men in Shadowtrooper armor enter the lift followed my a women in a Cassock uniform. Two of the men were use to her company, the other two had received order's to join with the Cleanser and her bodyguard. Their goal was to inspect the imperial shuttle that had boarded, while the Cleanser and her bodyguards were to meet with the Imperial, and find out why he had come. This was the first time the lady had interacted with anyone outside the priest or her brothers. She had taken to calling her fellow Cleansers brothers because oddly enough that had treated her so well since she had joined them. She knew that she had been the last one inducted into this order, at least the last one who shared the dark gifts the cleansers did, along with The Priest. Though there was only 2 among her brothers that's gift came even close to matching there beautiful leader. So it was a surprise when she received her orders to meet with this imperial. She could only smile and wonder what kind of man he would be. Would he be the kind of man who thought he was entitled to everything just cause he had obtain Importance, or the man who loved his job purely cause he got to serve something so much grander then himself. She hoped for the later, as that's how she felt. At least now after her conversion to this dark holy faith.
Though with her conversion came a price, one that was not noticable at first. In fact she looked completely normal at first look. Shoulder length black hair, with blue highlights which were mostly notable in the two braids that hung just in front of her ears. It was the only way she was allowed to wear her hair, and the only thing lady like she could do was change its color. The braids often made her think that they had been put there to frame her face, which pristine. She had soft smooth skin, high cheekbones and a short nose that almost seem to come to a point. Others often mistook her for Nobility in the early years of her life. Which she had taken as a gift, cause the only other gift she had was a gift of a silver tongue. She had quickly learned that she had way of twisting words and peoples feelings with them. Money, clothing, transportation, nothing had been out of her reach when she began to weave her deceits through men's ears. She had thought her life was made.It was because of this, The Priest had called her a seductress of words. At first she did not understand what had been wrong with it, not until she was bound to a table and her tongue removed.
For months Lareana hated him, for doing this to her. The hate only fueled as he began his sessions with her. He would join her, in her cell and sit against a wall. They never talked, she couldn't, and he seemed to enjoy watching her misery. Then out of no where memories of her past would flood through her, at first slow as if she was reliving them. Yet as time went on the memories speed up and the pain began. Each time she interacted with someone, using her gift he body would shudder in pain her mind feeling as if a thousand small needles jabbed at her. At time she thought she was finally going to lose it, but each time an image of a cross would appear and some comfort came to remove some of the pain. The man eventually started showing up with a small black torn up book, and would read to her. Speaking of her sins against her own kind, the filth out there that was trying to destroy us. Above all things, the dark god that promised salvation if only we correct past mistakes. Soon Lareana felt as if she had found something to strive for, the stories and words sinking deep into her heart. It was when she had accepted these principles that she had been allowed out of her cell, and she suddenly saw everything differently. Soon she even started her training with her dark gift.
Six months had passed since those events had happened, and though they still felt fresh to her. They were no long a nightmare, but now a blessing. It was because of this blessing she looked forward to meeting with this imperial. She had learned of the last Great empire and how its leader felt the same as hers, and that it was his hope that the Empire would follow its earlier self. So when the lift came to a stop and the doors started to his open, she quickly rubbed her hands across her uniform to make sure it was tidy, and arranged her sabers and blaster pistol so that they weren't impeding her movement. She was the first out of the lift and such saw the ship enter the bay and touch down, causing her smile to grow wider, her entourage followed her towards the ship. She stopped a little ways away from the Landing platform awaiting her visitor, which she saw was coming as the ramp to the ship lowered. The two guards who had been assigned inspection duty kept moving towards the ship.
Lareana could sense the man with her dark gifts an as she saw his feet start to emerge from the ship she reached out using her gifts and tried to enter the mans mind. Her brothers never blocked their minds from her when in her presence, and because of this she did not think this man would ether, let alone have the ability to. So in her natural ways of doing things, she jumped headfirst and hard with out even a moments notice.
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Back on the Bridge.
After another drink had made its way into my stomach I was starting to feel rather pleased. I had ordered cameras from the bay be brough up on the view screens so that I may watch the interactions between Lareana, and this imperial. Unlike my cleansers I had learned to read lips, something I had to do because of this young lady and her condition. So I had planned on watching in silence, but it appeared that I was going to have to multi-task. A signal came across appearing to try and contact the Empire, and since I was already dealing with one of there men and having just recently had dealings with them, i listened to the message.
Interesting, I was not entirely shocked to run into someone wanting to join with the Empire. After all it had only been announced shortly ago, and now anyone who had been unhappy with the republic, or other Gifted people who had been in hiding, now had a place to go. And as such I expected the Emperor would have to deal with hundreds of request to join the Empire. So with a nod to the comm officer he turned around and hailed the ship sending the messege. I cleared my throat as I pushed myself up out of my seat, walking to the railing giving the ship a moment to accept the hailing.
Edmund II, This is an Imperial Lucrehulk-class battleship, designated the "Divinity". You are speaking with The Priest, a servant to Emperor Sinistra. If you wish to join with the Empire I welcome you and your crew to Join me on the Divinity, where they will be allowed food an rest while here. As long as certain requirements are met first. But those are details we may discuss once you have accepted my invitation, in which im sending landing codes and directions to bay 3.
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Post by Nysste on May 25, 2014 7:26:07 GMT -8
*Nysste breathed deeply as the hailing from the Empire came in. Making contact was always the easy part, but she knew it'd probably get easier if she didn't piss anyone off. Even with her ruthless and naive nature, she understood what this chance meant to her legacy. But she could care less about the legacy of a dead woman. Her own would be even greater.*
:: I accept your invite Priest. My Captain will give the orders to direct us to bay 3 now. Do you wish to go over these requirements now, or would you rather discuss them face-to-face? ::
*Nysste gave the captain a stern look as they were given the coordinates to the bay. Her questioning of how they would discuss the 'requirements' was her own test to see how cautious the Empire was, even in its short development. Her only question was how she would be able to see the Emperor. The previous one she had read about was ruthless and overconfident. She was expecting this one to be a whole lot smarter than that, and to not allow their knowledge of the Force cloud their judgement.*
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Post by Darth Belial on May 25, 2014 8:26:07 GMT -8
Lareana could sense the man with her dark gifts an as she saw his feet start to emerge from the ship she reached out using her gifts and tried to enter the mans mind. Her brothers never blocked their minds from her when in her presence, and because of this she did not think this man would ether, let alone have the ability to. So in her natural ways of doing things, she jumped headfirst and hard with out even a moments notice.
The Swordsman's amber and crimson eyes had narrowed as he felt an errant tendril of thought breach past the first and sensitive barrier of his mental bastion. So, he thought to himself in the place where none could read, she was a force user too - this will be interesting. Steeling himself against the unwarranted probe, the tendril of telekine energy was stopped as his own willpower began wrapping itself about the malleable pillar in a lovers embrace. She would see and feel nothing more than what Lucius wanted her too. Which, when the connection was made, his Dark Master's version of the truth. This woman, whose name was Lareana judged by the brief moment of connection shared between them, had seen the shadow of the Imperial throne through a mist of certainty. It was a vision of sorts, dozens of deceptive threads woven into a single coherent image that would match the practicality of a member within the Imperial Cult. This is where the skill of the diviner would come into play as they would have to unravel the intimate image, piece by fragile piece, until the truth of the vision would become apparent. Had this woman proven to be an enlightened soul that could endure the methodologies of the two mentalities of thought, Lucius would be impressed. So much so, that he wouldn't bother slaying her just yet. No, had such a fact become apparent, he would've take her hostage aboard his vessel and vanished into the depths of the void to bequeath her powers to his master.
Instead, it seemed that her mind was more akin to that of a sponge - soaking up the useless doggerel of religious madness that severely restricted the capacity for greatness within the human mind. Tis a shame really, he thought to himself as he stepped forward to greet the Imperial dignitary. The soldiers that had passed him mere moment earlier, when his mind was focused upon defending itself from the preemptive probe, would find little of interest aboard the craft. Lucius had made sure that nothing other than his forged blade would stand out among his personal belongings, and even so such relics would not be questioned so thoroughly. Donning the smile of an honest guest, despite his marred flesh raising the possibility of questions, Lucius approached the strangely adorned woman with his glove outstretched in a formal gesture of friendly welcomes."It is a pleasure to meet you, my lady. I am Inquisitor Tharon Kiel of the Imperial Cult." |
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Post by Atia on May 27, 2014 7:24:29 GMT -8
-One, Whispering to the command crew-
"Organise the LAAT for departure. You will be left behind with mr Gib. Worm Face, get some of your cleaner brothers into a honour guard in the hangar. Six should be enough. With shields. Get ready for departure."
While the discussion of the sith went, the servants hurried about to make their wishes and commands true. THe best kind of servant was the kind that knew what their masters needed even before the master uttered the command. One was one such servant. Schooled in the best schools of slavery, and she was an intent student. About the time Nysste would have been done with her dialogue, she should be able to depart on the spot.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 25, 2014 7:13:14 GMT -8
:: I accept your invite Priest. My Captain will give the orders to direct us to bay 3 now. Do you wish to go over these requirements now, or would you rather discuss them face-to-face? :: |
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Post by Nysste on Jul 2, 2014 16:55:10 GMT -8
*Nysste unclasped her hands and crossed her arms as she made a quick response to the officer. It was pretty certain that they wanted all allies to be accepted on their own terms. It was a wise decision, and she could respect it.*
:: I agree. I shall see you soon then ::
*Without anymore things to say, she handed the mic to Captain Marosi and stared silently at him.*
"See to it anything else they ask be answered. Now get us in that docking bay."
*Nysste unfolded her arms and began to walk off the bridge with her boots striking the metal flooring. It struck fear in some of the crew how calculatingly cold the young Sith was. The fact that Marosi got a cold stare from her showed she respected the man, or at least didn't plan on getting him replaced. As she got off the bridge she pushed everyone out of her way with the Force, and she made her way to the hangar with authority. She could only assume the Twi'lek had left her side for a reason.*
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Post by Atia on Jul 4, 2014 6:01:40 GMT -8
She was. One got down to hangar to make sure everyting was ready. As the turbolift doors opened the first person Nysste saw was the twilek slave. Behind her, a loaded and ready LAAT with six shield wielding Gamoreans and Worm Face.
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"This way, Lord Nysste. Your ship is ready. Coordinates and flight plan all set."
She showed the Sith to her transport and they were off.
---- Docking Bay 3 ----
As the LAAT was cleared it landed in the docking bay. Its shielding doors opened revieling Lord Nysste. Standing around her were six large Gammoreans in heavy black-gray armour holding heavy shields and weapons of mass bludgeoning. Maces, hammers and cudgels. The seventh held a two hander morningstar, that was Worm Face. Finally, someone looking like a tusken. Wrapped in smooth cloth from top to toe, the twilek stood and watched the docking bay with a 1000 yard stare. She had an E11 in its holser hanging from a stealth belt, a small pouch with lye, goggles with several vision settings, also on the belt, and a vibroblade hanging across her back. That was Nysstes Entorage in a nutshell.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 4, 2014 7:53:04 GMT -8
Secluded within the embrace of the third numerically marked docking bay, the single antiquated Old Republic gunship touched down upon an empty flight deck of polished obsidian. No deck crew had bothered to advance towards the vessel, as soon as their eyes befell the inhuman occupants, instead they snarled in disgust. Porcine humanoids from the fetid feudal world of Gamorr, whose brutish manner and primitive society, placed them far beneath the perfection of Humanities splendour. Though it was outlawed within the Empire to purposefully act xenophobic, killing these foul inhuman beasts for simply being who they were, the deck crew were allowed to remove themselves from the enclosed hangar bay and think however they desired. Picking up their tools and shouldering their packs, they left stormed from the flight deck without a word. The knife edged feeling of revulsion hung heavily in the air, even long after they had left through the parted doors.
In their wake, a single man clad in the ebon robes of the Sith whose form was adorned in various markings of rank and badges of honour, approached the landing party through the primary access hatches. He was tall and his shoulders were broad. His scalp was adorned in a mane of silvered hair, oiled back into a proud warrior’s knot. The swordsman’s skin was fair and alabaster in hue, broken only by the red and yellow rimmed eyes glowing within his skull. A breastplate of segmented obsidian rested atop his chest, brazenly bearing the Imperial crest at its centre. The symbol of the Empire was wreathed in a laurel of gold and ivory, an expensive symbol that marked him out as one of the higher ranking individuals within the New Galactic Order. Beneath the folds of his robe, was a lengthy scabbard in which a sword of unknowable origins. Upon the hilt, unseen by those that stood before him, was a name. As all the best swords bore names significant to their owners, this dreaded blade bore the honorific of ‘Exsanguinator’.
The swordsman locked his armoured gloves behind the small of his back, as we watched the gathering in muted silence. Like the deck crew, he had rising through the ranks upon the backs of those far inferior to his perfection as a human, thus keeping his repugnance in check during this engagement would prove - to be taxing at best. Yet as these beasts milled forth around their human overlord, he could not help but feel a small measure of relief within the depths of his guarded mind. At least he would not have to tear the foul language of the Gamorreans from their minds in order to converse over trivial details. It was then that the swordsman had realized he spent an entire minute glancing over the new arrivals, and had failed to introduce himself. Inclining his head, respectfully, towards the woman that bore the regal manner that accompanied most Sith whom thought highly of themselves.
“I am Lord Erasmus Calenbolg, Inquisitor within the Grand Imperium. It is a pleasure to have you aboard the Divinity, Lord Nysste.” His heavily imperialized tongue stilled for a moment to further regard the woman, citing the small differences in her manner that marked her out as an entirely different person from their Emperor. It was a shame that women these days had not grown comfortable with their own sexuality, that they were forced to arrest the title from their opposite genders in order to feel empowered. One day such wrongs would be righted, he thought to himself, where the women whom objectified themselves as men would find themselves equals despite bearing the title of Lady. “I am sorry to inform you, that the Priest is indisposed at the moment. Another of my order has come bearing sad news, and thus I was tasked with greeting you. I understand you seek to join the Empire, and I must say my curiosity is piqued. May I inquire as to why you wish to join with our Imperium?”
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Post by Nysste on Jul 9, 2014 2:27:36 GMT -8
*The trip from her off ship to the station was a quiet one. It was meant to be quiet, which allowed her to think clearly on the LAAT. Of course she soon had to step off as she was greeted by a man clad in armor. She bowed her head in respect of the man as he did the same to her and she slowly put her hands behind her back.*
"It's my pleasure to say I'm already impressed Inquisitor. There are numerous reasons why I wish to join this Imperium. One of them would be that I have a goal to annihilate any Jedi in my path and this Imperium could use my services as a Sith and as the Commander for the Edmund II. Great things can come from the sheer number of allies you have at your back, don't you agree?"
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