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Post by Shaman Odin Alfodr on Feb 26, 2013 22:53:05 GMT -8
*The history is currently unknown.*
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Post by Drathe Riali on Apr 30, 2013 21:25:51 GMT -8
The planet spun slowly, almost peacefully, lost in the void of space. Drathe blinked slowly, closing each of his eyes one at a time, holding them all closed for a heartbeat or two, then slowly opening them. The lush green before him remained.
<So> he mused, <It is possible to reach Lao-Mon without the guidance of the Shi'ido.>
The planet was a perfect hideout. Remote and difficult to get to, it's location was know to only a handful of individuals. Even during the height of the galaxy, when one government or another had ruled the vast majority of the star systems, Lao-Mon had stayed hidden. As the massive ship, the Thunderer, slowly orbited the planet, Drathe watched the planet turning slowly below him. It was both familiar, and yet utterly alien. It was the most bizarre feeling to know a place as well as one could know a place, know that when he walked on the surface, the dirt would be rich and loamy, remember the smells of the wild, the calls of the birds and beasts, be able to find the hidden paths that led to the villages, and yet, know that you didn't know any of that, know that you had never been to a place before.
A gentle cough brought Drathe back into the present. A stiff military man, the commander of the vessel, stood waiting at the base of the steps that led up to, what Drathe had been told, was his personal viewing station. And a station it was. Equipped with the latest in holographic technology, Drathe could send his senses soaring into the void, anywhere the sensors of the ship reached. Dragging his mind back to the present, Drathe nodded at the Admiral, who spoke.
"Sir, we are approaching the remains of the space stations now. It seems there was a battle here too sir. Both stations have been left in an as of yet unknown state of disrepair, but it seems likely neither will be combat ready for some time."
Drathe nodded absentmindedly. If the two Golan III Space Defence NovaGuns that had defended the planet were destroyed, it was likely that the main encampment of Shi'ido, a gathering of natives that could almost be described as a small city, had be destroyed, along with all the mining and production facilities that had been located there. And the fortress of an ancient Sith Lord, one who was now inexorably tied to Drathe, had likely been flattened. But it remained possible that something had survived. The Sith Lord had been notorious for his paranoia, always having a backup plan. Drathe raised his upper right arm and pointed a clawed finger.
"Admiral, enter orbit between the stations there. Dispatch crews to begin effecting repairs immediately, and start a sweep of the planet's surface surrounding the village. See what remains of the factories and my palace."
Admiral Brusk, once leader of vast fleets, now reduced to a single, albeit masterfully crewed, ship, saluted, and moved off to make the Lord's commands into reality. Up on his platform, Drathe leaned forward eagerly, staring hard at the faint grey smudge that was the remains of the city. Altough most signs had faded by now, Drathe could imagine the lance of the turbolasers and the dull *whumph* sound followed by a deafening *BOOM* as the energy struck and exploded. His eyes roved over the surface, looking for landmarks. There, a series of kilometre-wide craters in the forest, the dirt still fresh and raw, where the planetary shield generators had blown. And there, a single, huge building collapsed into its own immense sub-basements where the factory and mines that had supplied the old Lords war had been levelled. And there, a single, lonely looking building, all signs of the vast wealth of its owner razed into the ground. The old palace. Where Drathe desired to be more than anywhere else. He stared hard at the rubble, as if by sheer willpower, he could drag its hidden knowledge into the light.
<What secrets did you hide there, Drathe? What did you do to me in those dark chambers beneath where you laid your head to rest?>
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Post by Nile Kousa on May 1, 2013 13:49:06 GMT -8
~A lone fighter exits hyperspace from the far reaches of the unknown. The planet rotates silently in front of the vessel its lush forest dense fields below. Space stands silent as two giant defense platforms rotate around the planet. Whether they were functional or not remained to be seen but the bit of debris was an indicator that the life of the platforms was behind it for now. The fighter cuts engines and falls silent as it sits in a high orbit around the planet letting the rotate in front of it. Off to the side of the ship the two platforms also appear to be in a stable orbit.
In the cock pit a slender but built man sits staring silently down at the planet. This peaceful looking planet was his home, or at least where he lived for the beginning of his life. This so called "peaceful" looking planet he knew was harsh and unforgiving as was the wild life that lived there. The natives however were much more kind and more of a curious sort of folk unlike the wild life. If the man remembered right the ruler of the time was a man of many faces. At one point a harsh sith lord whose only love was power, than into a more balanced man that looked at all angles. From there he was a count a man among men, however one day from what Nile heard he just disappeared. Rumors had arose that the mans old apprentice had come and found him, and killed him. Others say he left to find himself, and even others still say that his soul got shattered from his body and seeks a stronger form. Whatever the tale the man was not as horrible as legend suggested. Even as a sith he never wasted effort nor resources with meaningless slaughter. He never killed without a meaning nor a cause. He was not a fool and he treated the natives, as known as the Shi'ido, well for they would serve him well. So while Nile was raised under the fist of a tyrant his life on Lao-Mon was not one of grief.
Just as Nile, the man in the fighter, was contemplating his past a large lucrahulk comes out of hyperspace on his port side. The sight instantly takes Nile's breath away, he knows not if to try to fleet or play dead. He decides on the later since his ship is already running minimal systems. He chooses to merely observe for the moment to see what the huge ship is going to do. A low beep comes from the back that almost sounds like a moan. Nile smiles and talks towards the back of the fighter.
It's ok T8, I doubt they know we are here. I don't know what a huge warship like that is doing all the way out here either. They must be lost, or maybe looking for resources from the planet?
The droid just beeps some more which causes Nile to just smile. He than decides to sit back and watches kind of curious to see what comes next from this point. The force told him that this was no simple lost ship, and that things were likely to get a whole lot more interesting from this point on.
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Post by Drathe Riali on May 2, 2013 17:38:14 GMT -8
<It is strange. I think like Chel Koros. I act like Chel Koros. I remember everything Chel Koros remembered. I even...>
Drathe glanced down at the clawed fingers of his hand, tapping a beat gently against the railing in front of him.
<LOOK like Chel Koros. But when I look in the mirror, I see Drathe Riali staring back at me. I know I am Chel Koros, but when I say "my name is", it isn't "Chel Koros" that comes to my mind. What did Drathe do to me? What am I?>
<Gone, but not gone>
"Who said that?"
"Sir?"
Drathe's eyes blazed as he met Admiral Brusk's gaze. No one else had spoken aloud. "Nothing, Admiral. What's our status so far?"
"Well, sir, it looks like it will be weeks at best before either Golan platform is operational. And that's only if we get supplies in."
"No. Too dangerous. We can't risk anyone finding out we are here." Drathe slumped forward, leaning with both arms against the railing. His left hand gleamed silver where it emerged from his heavy black robes. "We have to remain hidden until our strength returns to us. What about the city?"
Brusk shook his head. "It looks like nothing survived. There is nothing down there but rubble."
"Maybe that's all you see. I see far more." Drathe's eyes drifted closed, and his body seemed to relax. His mind drifted out on the currents of the Force. Yes, there was definitely still something down there. And what's more, there was a single bright spot floating in space, a life form, touched by the Force. Drathe reached towards it, just the lightest of touches.
<<<I see you...>>>
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Post by Nile Kousa on May 4, 2013 19:56:42 GMT -8
~Nile looks up from his board as he watches the ships. They appear to be doing some sort of inspection of the platforms hanging in space. So they were definitely here for the long haul then. In all the excitement Nile forgot to hide his force presence and knew now it was to late. If anyone was force sensitive on the ship they would spotted him by now. Still Nile was not concerned even sith rarely attacked for no apparent reason.
The ships keep floating around for a bit and Nile's curiosity gets the best of him and he reaches out with the force. One extremely strong presence hits him right away and Nile knew that there was indeed a force sensitive on board the ship however the man seemed to distracted. Nile couldn't describe it, there seemed to be almost two presences inside the man at war with each other. Nile dared not pry further and backed away from the ship.
He thought he had made a clean get away without being spotted but not a moment later a voice speaks into his mind. Thankfully he already had mental barriers up before the invader came. Though such barriers were basic for most force users. Surprisingly the voice does not scare Nile but he senses power and maybe even opportunity in this new confrontation. He replies to the man testing the waters.
<<<Generally we knock before entering my Lord>>>
The lord part was entirely a guess, for the mans essence seemed more of malice than of harmony. It spoke of chaos and rage. So naturally Nile guessed sith right off the bat. Sith weren't always known for their humor but this was a test of how the man handled. To seem if he was only rage or of rational mind.
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Post by Drathe Riali on May 5, 2013 18:52:42 GMT -8
Drathe opened his eyes and straightened his posture. Admiral Brusk immediately came to attention, recognizing the hard look in his eyes.
"Admiral, there is definitely something still down there. Prep my shuttle at once. I will be travelling to the surface shortly."
Drathe didn't even watch as the Admiral moved off to make his preparations. He was already closing his eyes again.
<<I could say the same to you. I have a claim to this planet. What makes you think you are welcome here?>>
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Post by Nile Kousa on May 6, 2013 12:32:30 GMT -8
~The ships seemed to hang stationary for a moment before what seemed like what was a burst of movement. Nile could feel the change in atmosphere in the ship in the force from here. The "sith" seemed to have given an order and the crew knew what it meant if they did not follow the order right away meant. There was a feeling of both fear and admiration in the crew for this "Sith" man. It was actually quite respectable to see such an efficient display of organization in the force. However Nile could feel that it was not for him the ship moved well not directly because of him. The man talked into his mind full of pride almost to the point of being arrogant. He made his claim of the planet. The way he claimed the planet made a spark go in Nile's mind making a connection. He replies cautiously to the man.
<<<I lay no claim to the planet my Lord Drathe Riali. Lao-Mon is simply my home, my place of birth, I was born and raised here. As to the why of part that it was the force had called me home, the reason I now suspect>>>
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Post by Drathe Riali on May 6, 2013 16:58:44 GMT -8
Admiral Brusk waited only a few moments after giving the order to receive notification that Lord Riali's shuttle was ready. When the Dark Lord wished to leave, he wished to leave NOW, and pity the poor soul who made him wait. Turning back to the platform, Brusk was about to raise his voice to call out the news to Drathe, but bit his tongue when he saw him. Drathe's eyes were closed, and the look on his face was one Brusk had come to realize meant that Drathe's mind was far away.
<<<Well now...>>> Drathe's mental "voice" fell oddly, suddenly silent, as if he had been cut off.
<He spoke to me!>
<Who ARE you? Get out of my head!>
<Our head now, fool. And it's my turn to take over.>
Drathe twitched slightly where he stood. It was always hard, sliding into a new body for the first time. Although, this wasn't really the first time, but time spent watching and waiting, rather than using the body, didn't really count. When Drathe "spoke" again to Nile, his "voice" was different, calmer and less forceful, yet carrying the weight of something intangible, like one would find in a old being who has seen much.
<<<Of course you didn't mean to offend. I doubt you could if you tried. Lao-mon is open to any who would call it home, provided they live within the rules, of course.>
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Post by Nile Kousa on May 6, 2013 18:20:24 GMT -8
~T8 started to chirp in the background making beeps that the Sith lord would of course be unable to hear. His comments were mostly random comments like how dark it was out and how bored he was. The droid was custom built to be more personal than most droids and even had some humor programmed in. All the noise Nile ignored except a part where there something about Meer, his old childhood friend had left him a message. That little tidbit he made a mental note to check later. As the Lord talked all the sudden he was cut off and a new voice appeared. This one seemed a lot more calm but still his presence felt dark, like and infinite black hole. However how the other one felt like nothing but rage and chaos this one felt like a cold malice kept under control using every emotion as fuel not just rage and hate. This was the true Lord the other was more like a shell a body. Nile finally got his breath back to speak.
<<<I apologies my Lord, I did not realize I was not talking to your true self. Please forgive my rudeness. I was here to visit my home but I believe the force may have guided me to you. I can't explain it but your pure power might have brought me here.>>>
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Post by Drathe Riali on May 6, 2013 18:50:34 GMT -8
<<<Of course you didn't realize it. I slip in and out of selves as easily as I do shapes. I'm a Shi'ido of over 600 years. I'm sure, growing up here on Lao-mon, you know what that means.>>>
Drathe touched a new portion of the brain of the body he inhabited, one that he had been using, but wasn't fully aware of. The upper set of eyes on his face sprung open, but the lower remained closed. He found that, while disorienting at first, it would allow him the focus he needed to sustain the mind-to-mind contact, but allow him enough sight to move about, even if his depth perception was off. He stood upright, and nodded at Brusk.
Admiral Brusk came to attention.
"Sir, your shuttle is ready and waiting."
"Understood."
Drathe turned and entered the turbolift at the rear of the bridge. It would be a few moments before he reached his private hanger.
<<<You say it was me that drew you here, eh?>>>
Drathe paused a moment, considering how much he could say. He didn't know exactly who he was dealing with, but the sense of them was right, and it would be nice to have a new acolyte to break in. He would tell him just enough.
<<<I doubt that. I'm not entirely myself. However, I left something behind that will help return me to my former glory. The only problem is that it's buried under what's left of my city. You see, the last war went rather poorly for me. However, I'm sure there are lots of other treasures that survived as well, and if a few were to fall, and land in someone's bag, they wouldn't be missed.>>>
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Post by Nile Kousa on May 13, 2013 15:02:45 GMT -8
~For a moment Nile sat in silence he knew what shi'ido could do but 600 years was quite a bit older than the average life span of 500. Even the force could only do so much for a body to keep it alive. Thus Nile figured that the this "Lord" of the sith must have used some sort of force technique to take over this new body and was still adjusting to it. Nile finally talks again to the man after the pause and the thought process was over.
<<<I understand. Are you adjusting well to the new body? Your journey sounds interesting would you allow company? I can quite handle myself. I wish not any sort of trinket that remains down below only for the chance to gain knowledge. Here let me show you my true power so you know i can handle myself.>>>
Nile reaches into himself and removes the barriers he has set up most of the time to hide his true force power. He would rather Lords of the Sith or Jedi Masters to underestimate him and think he is only a minor apprentice. Still if he wanted to gain this mans knowledge to further is own journey in the force he would have to prove he is not some mere acolyte but as strong as any "Lord" of the sith. The barriers come down and Niles true power can be sensed from force individuals. The change would be dramatic to those just starting in the force the sheer weight of the feel of his force could take breath away, for a lord the effect would be less but still a shock most likely.
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Post by Drathe Riali on May 13, 2013 17:26:10 GMT -8
Drathe listened as Nile spoke. The turbolift doors opened softly, and Drathe strode out into his hanger, headed for his shuttle. The the base of the ramp, he hesitated. The power that flowed off of this being was impressive, but Drathe had shaped others with similar strength.
<<<You are strong, I'll give you that. Company might be welcome, and, after all, knowledge is part of what I too seek.>>>
Drathe entered his shuttle and seated himself at the controls. Lifting off gently, he moved the sleek craft forward. It had been custom built for him, and was sleek and deadly, slicing through space like an oceanic predator.
<<<Come, let us depart. I will head for the surface, and you can follow me down.>>>
Hauling back on the throttle, Drathe sent the shuttle streaking towards the planet below. He didn't wait to see if the mysterious being followed.
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Post by Nile Kousa on May 13, 2013 17:59:12 GMT -8
~Leaning back to look over his shoulder he watches as a sleek ship exits the hanger of the huge ship in front of him. He can feel the sith lords focus as he aims his ship towards the planet. There seemes to be a determination to the sith. Also like he is determined to find something he has lost and will do anything to have it. Nile talks over his shoulder to his little companion T8 [font/]
"Ok T8 signal the Tempo. Tell send signal 'purple delta three frost', than prepare to head to the surface."
T8 beeps his acknowledgement than starts up the drives. The ship flys smoothly from its position and heads towards the planet. Nile locks on to the Sith lords ship to track its trajectory down and follow right in its wake for they would end up at the same location exactly.
<<<I follow your lead my Lord Riali.>>>
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