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Post by Veelo/Thia/Rouge on Mar 11, 2006 15:46:16 GMT -5
Veelo found himself meditating, in the very same room as when he had first met Kuros. He was exploring the Force, barely touching it, looking over, around, and through it with his mind. He was walking on a dark and cold path, no, he was flying over the path, aiming for a dark light in the end of it. His speed was high, and his mind was sat on getting to the darkened light. He got closer and closer, he could almost touch it know. His mental body stretched out a hand to touch this...dark lightness.
A blood-drop ran from under his head, alone, continuing down his cheek.
His mental hand was shaking, as he tried to force his hand into the darkness. This was going to be hard. He was focused, intent on making it. Suddenly an intense beeping sound awoke him. He looked behind him, as he saw a indicator lamp blinking. He slowly, but steadily, rose up from the floor, and walked patiently to the computer. A static voice could be heard, Veelo could not make out everything.
[glow=brown,2,300]Under attack....Jedi...every...to the Sith asteroid...coordinates follow...[/glow]
Veelo looked at the screen. There were coordinates there. He took out a chip of the machine containing the coordinates. He layed it in his hand, looking at it. He heard a sound behind, and naturally enough, he turned to it. He was looking right at Kuros.
[glow=red,2,300]Kuros, just in time. Come join me here, and let me play off this distress call to you. What do you make of it?[/glow]
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Post by Jenno on Mar 11, 2006 16:05:16 GMT -5
Kuors turned and looked at Veelo, he then walked over to the copmuter console as Veelo replayed the message. Kuros focused, listening to the distortion and focused on when the voice could be heard. He had listening skills andcould pick up the sound in the background.
I believe that it's genuine, you can hear a distant noise of battle, if you focus extremely hard. It sounds like the attackers are trying to block the signal, this person got the message out jst in time.
Kuros sighed slightly and searched throughout the temple, seeking all who remained. There were 100 sith left in the huge temple. There had to be presence left here incase it was an ambush. Kuros looked back to Veelo.
We should go. If we take half of the sith here in the temple and leave the rest here, then that way we don't leave ouselves more exposed than we already are.
Kuros sent a message to the sith that remained, he wanted 50 of them to meet in the hangar, looking at Veelo for a second, he then sped off to the hangar, expecting Veelo to be right behind him.
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Post by Veelo/Thia/Rouge on Mar 12, 2006 5:40:54 GMT -5
Veelo entered the hangar, and looked at all the Siths present. There were about 50 there, as they were told to be. Veelo placed himself in front of them.
[glow=red,2,300]We have gotten a distress call, calling upon all Siths from Korriban to help out on the distant Sith asteroid. The computer should have made sure that all ships have the correct coordinates. The recording seem genuine, but we will leave half of us behind so noone shall have a chance on taking Korriban without battle.[/glow]
Then Veelo turned around, going for his smaller speeder/fighter ship. It would only carry him, but that also made the ship's speed greater. Veelo jumped in, and the cockpit sealed itself. Many of the Siths entered vehicles themselves, prepared for battle. Veelo pressed a few buttons, and his ship was in the air, hovering, before it went straight forward, away from the Temple, with a few ships behind him.
**move Veelo, Kuros and the 50 siths to the Sith asteroid**
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Post by SushiKnight on Apr 2, 2006 0:26:30 GMT -5
The Vindicator, a heavily modified Sith Interceptor based very closely on Darth Maul's design slipped into the upper atmosphere of Korriban.
The ship spiralled downwards over the ancient temple - a temple that had been ancient in the time of Darth Revan.
Finally, it settled in a cloud of dust near the ancient temple.
A dark figure stepped out onto the ramp and looked out across the desolate world.
Dressed, as always, in the black armour and robes that defined his appearance, Jacen wondered why, in all his travels and studies he had never before set foot on what was considered, by some, to be the homeworld of the Sith.
He stepped down off of the ramp, which closed silently behind him, codelocks sealing with a slight hiss of escaping pressure.
Pulling the hood of his cloak up over his head, he made his way to the tomb of Ajunta Pall and kneeled before it, offering respects.
Then he turned and made his way to the tomb of Marka Ragnos, again kneeling in respect.
He made his way around the tombs in the valley, offering his respect to each, then marked a spot that was as near the centre of the valley as possible and... waited.
For what, exactly, he did not possess any knowledge, but he trusted the Force to show him, when the time was right.
He sat cross-legged and meditated while he waited, streaching out with the Force so that his awareness encompassed the whole of the valley.
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Post by AG on Apr 2, 2006 8:36:59 GMT -5
Deep within the bowels of the temple, inside one of the outer sith sanctuary, a lone dark figure stood waiting for his student to arrive. He had gone to face two Sith Lords who had decided to take the throne for themselves, a throne which this lone Dark Warrior hoped to achieve, a throne he believed only he deserved. Many years passed, and he had learned that he had made a fatal mistake in his path, a mistake which he had now learned at the cost of his own flesh. Within the dark robes, a skeletal figure, as white as snow and as thin as a stick, hid away his frail appearance. It was good to have a young boy, a distant relative of his own, to do his bidding. He had physically too weak to run, much less fight. But this boy knew that he could take his soul to feed his own, use it to recover his youth. The boy had grown arrogant with his abilities, and he would have to cast him aside eventually, but he did not expect he would have to do that so soon. The boy had come back to him, wounded and broken from battle. Apparently, he had underestamated his enemies too much.
[glow=black,2,000]I'm sorry, my master. I have failed.[/glow] The Sith Lord did not show any response, as though he was indeed nothing more than a skeleton held in place there. His face betrayed no emotion as he kept his back to his youg apprentice, facing the tomb of Darth Bane, the tomb of the Sith Lord who had given birth to the New Order of the Sith, the tomb of the one he would succeed, soon. Keeping his voice cold and expressionless, the skeletal figure turned to see his apprentice kneeling an both legs in front of him, head bowed down, not daring to look at his master. The Sith held out his right hand, softly touching the boy's chin to raise his head and raising his arm in a gesture to make him stand. Softly, he spoke.
[glow=teal,2,000][shadow=black,left,000]Then I have no need for you anymore.[/shadow][/glow] The Sith placed both hands on the boy's cheecks, gripping them tightly. The grew hot, as hot as burning metal. The boy screamed and clutched those vile, burning hands, trying to pry them off. His efforts were in vain, and soon, his skin began to whiten more and more, sagging and thinning, his eyes going pearly white until there was abolutely nothing left of him. Now, the apprentice was the old and frail, the disfigured and skeletal. The master was the young one. His color was back, his youth had returned and his flesh had grown bulkier. Right then, the Sith Lord had drained the essence from Larkos Fultyre, all of it, and using it to feed himself. He drained his power in the Force, his very life, to give himself more time to live. The Sith Lord smiled.
[shadow=black,left,000][glow=Navy,2,300]Katrumas, my brother, your time will come.[/glow][/shadow]
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Post by SushiKnight on Apr 8, 2006 1:27:10 GMT -5
It was night when the tu'kata hounds came.
Jacen felt them coming, of course, and reached out with the Force as the hunting packs drew near, sending out waves of force lightining at them. He was surprised when the hounds brushed off the effects of the dark side power with ease.
By then, they were upon him. His 'saber flashed in his hand, the brilliant crimson blade lighting up the night like fire. It reached out, each time spearing a tu'kata.
But they kept coming. Even though there was now a ring of dead bodies around him, they kept coming.
And then, suddenly there was a huge weight on his back, as a large hound, bigger than the others - the dominate female - pounced over the ring and into him, tearing at his back with vicious teeth and sharp horns.
The rest of the pack closed in, tearing at him, biting. If Jacen hadn't been wearing armour, he would be dead already.
He felt powerless. Helpless.
The one weapon that he was good at - the Force - was absolutely useless against these foes. They'd been bred for thousands of years by their Sith masters. And now, his lightsaber lay tantilizingly out of reach while the vicious tomb guardians tore at him, shredding his armour, his face, any exposed area they could get at.
It was a feeding frenzy, and he was the buffet.
He felt his ear being torn away, the plasteel plates of his armour cracking like an egg and pulled away by the pawing claws. He couldn't see - there was blood in his eyes.
For the first time in his life since he was seven, Jacen cried.
And then he surrendered to the blackness...
(OOC: No. Jacen's not dead.)
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Post by Sana <X> Vaerok on Apr 12, 2006 20:00:58 GMT -5
It was night when the tu'kata hounds came. Jacen felt them coming, of course, and reached out with the Force as the hunting packs drew near, sending out waves of force lightining at them. He was surprised when the hounds brushed off the effects of the dark side power with ease. By then, they were upon him. His 'saber flashed in his hand, the brilliant crimson blade lighting up the night like fire. It reached out, each time spearing a tu'kata. But they kept coming. Even though there was now a ring of dead bodies around him, they kept coming. And then, suddenly there was a huge weight on his back, as a large hound, bigger than the others - the dominate female - pounced over the ring and into him, tearing at his back with vicious teeth and sharp horns. The rest of the pack closed in, tearing at him, biting. If Jacen hadn't been wearing armour, he would be dead already. He felt powerless. Helpless. The one weapon that he was good at - the Force - was absolutely useless against these foes. They'd been bred for thousands of years by their Sith masters. And now, his lightsaber lay tantilizingly out of reach while the vicious tomb guardians tore at him, shredding his armour, his face, any exposed area they could get at. It was a feeding frenzy, and he was the buffet. He felt his ear being torn away, the plasteel plates of his armour cracking like an egg and pulled away by the pawing claws. He couldn't see - there was blood in his eyes. For the first time in his life since he was seven, Jacen cried. And then he surrendered to the blackness... (OOC: No. Jacen's not dead.) A black cloaked figure, his cloak brimmed by flame as its edge was scorched as though he tredded daily on hellfire, stood atop the head of the figure of Marka Ragnos, an Ancient Sith Lord whom Vaerok had a professional respect for, which was beautifully crafted out of the stone Tomb which still stood as a monument to the Long Gone Sith Lord... No... Legend. The Newly proven Dark Lord of the Sith had bested both Darth Fondur and, his newly appointed General and Dark Knight of the New Empire, Darth Achlys. Lord Vaerok had always desired, no, DREAMED of seeing this place: Korriban, Homeworld to the Sith... my TRUE people. Vaerok thought aloud in a whisper. But, when he came in the night, stealthfully, he had noticed this strange man; his highly attuned, pupil-less Arkanian eyes telling him this was an older human and his highly acute Force Senses telling him he was no ordinary Dark Sider. He awaits the Force to guide him... What manner of Sith has such patience?Vaerok was truly impressed by this old timer. He had the calm of a mature man, but Vaerok would not be fooled: it was the kind of calm that immediately preceeded a powerful storm. The Dark Lord took interest when the pack of beasts came after the man and he, as Vaerok could see, timely calculated his options. He knew about their Force immunities and their hunting habits. This was truly a studied Sith the Arkanian was watching. He smiled a dark grin under the black covering of his cloaked hood, carefully placed as to wholly cover his face from view. Twin GunSabres escaped from their caged holsters and crossed over the chest of the Dark Lord. [shadow=red,left,300][glow=Orange,2,300]Count yourself fortunate Old Man, I have use of a man with your... talents.[/glow] [/shadow] Vaerok, without a second thought, lept carelessly off the forehead of Ragnos and cloak fluttering in the wind, silently used the Force to slow his fall to the unforgiving Korriban sands. He landed without jerk, standing and casually advancing towards the Old Man, his hood still covering his tanned, strong Arkanian features, Orange pupil-less eyes, and spikey, stark-white hair. That's when the pack's outer rim came after him. Every man, beast, and being is desperate for death this day it would seem... I must remember my manners. The figure kept casually advancing as the dogs came two, then three, at a time. Red and Yellow sabres roared to life from their custom hilts and wasted no time in making quick work of these puppies. They fell two by two and onward to three by three. The bodies piled up as the man did not stop his moving nor change his pace. He walked casually, sabres blazing the way before him. By the time 12 had fallen, the pack had sensed the powerful twisted soul they were up against and tacticiously began a full-scale retreat. The Matriarch, being the largest, was more than an easy target for the Master Marksman. He slowly raised DarkParadigm to shoulder level and aimed at the escaping matron. One clean blaster shot ripped through the back of her skull. Burning through the cerebellum, the body's center for movement control, and exiting between the eyes. The Beast was dead before it's large body ever hit the ground. [shadow=red,left,300][glow=Orange,2,300]You don't bite the hand that breeds you, b*tch...[/glow][/shadow] The man, in a blur of motion, flicked his strange sabres back into their side holsters and turned to the injured man. He was quite a mess indeed and he appeared to be unconscious. The Arkanian held out his black golved hand and, with little to no thought, raised his battered body off the ground. He started walking towards his shuttle, The Black Raptor, using the Force to carry this man in the air behind him. He would need much time in the Bacta Tank to recover. Then, Vaerok would make him an offer he couldn't refuse...
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Post by SushiKnight on Apr 13, 2006 5:24:11 GMT -5
Jacen stood before Vaerok could lift him. The tu'kata had torn not only his clothes and armour from him, but his flesh as well.
Great strips of it hung loose from his body, exposing the raw muscle underneath.
When he had fallen to the tu'kata, his eyes were blue. Now his irises were the yellow and red of pure Dark Side immersion. Hatred and anger burned in them. He looked to the Arkanian who had killed the tu'kata matron.
He took a step forward, and as he did so, the shadows at his feet wrapped around his body, covering him with a translucent grey skin of darkness, holding in the blood that threatened to erupt from his body at any time from his grievous wounds.
A shadow snaked out from an arm to pick up his fallen lightsaber.
Jacen... no... that name was not right any more... but what?
... The man who was once Jacen Toth could feel the power of the Arkanian.
[shadow=red,left,300]You are the one the Force said would be here. To show me the way in which I may destroy the Jedi and the betrayer.[/shadow]
He knelt down on one knee.
[shadow=red,left,300]What is thy bidding, my master?[/shadow]
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Post by Halcyon on Apr 13, 2006 14:34:11 GMT -5
Achlys approached from behind Vaerok, witnessing the showy display of so-called humility to the new Dark Lord Vaerok. Through his Force sense he knew he had seen this one before on Coruscant. Before his first brief encounter with Fondur. Achlys had offered the man a chance to join him in a partnership to take over the throne that Lorthias had left vacant. But his lack of response had showed him where the Ninjaii's true loyalties lie, with himself.
He did not like him nor did he trust him, much like Vaerok likely did not yet trust Achlys. Yet he had offered Achlys a position of power in his new Empire, which seemed more than important enough for him. Achlys would now become the 2nd most powerful man in the galaxy next to Vaerok, and maybe first, if he played his cards right. But, this man, this scum, threatened to ruin his plans. The situation would have to be dealt with...eventually. His experiences had taught him the need for patience, something Garix his predecessor had lacked.
...to destroy the Jedi and the betrayer.
It seemed an interesting phrase the betrayer. Undoubtedly that title belonged to Kross, the Dark Lord before Lorthias who had turned Jedi. He was a fool that one, but that proved to him who this one was. Jacen Toth, Ninjaii and master of shadows and likely the most powerful Ninjaii remaining. He had heard rumors of this one's abilities, but had never payed them much heed. This garbage would be taken care of.
He gave a small callous grin before smothering it. Garbage, much like how his body looked with the flesh being torn apart. He got a brief glance at the wounds that were soon covered over by shadows. The man looked like he was barely being held together. Yet, he still moved perhaps there was more to him than met the eye.
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Post by Sana <X> Vaerok on Apr 13, 2006 16:34:44 GMT -5
Vaerok's orange ember eyes peered from under his low cowl of his cloak. He smiled as he saw the old man, torn within a shred of life and death, pay his respects and give himself fully to the shadows of evil. The New Emperor silently saw the inner turmoil of his newest Knight, Achlys, with the eye of his mind. He did not believe that this.. human contained any manner of loyalty towards him but Vaerok had learned that lesson of paranoia a long time ago. Should the Dark Lord catch a whiff of betrayal he would catch this human in his sleep and eat breakfast the next day from his emptied skull.
The fools... when will they learn not to sleep?
The Dark Lord, in all honesty, had not slept in years; he was an insomniac.
Darth Vaerok raised out his hand to his new Knight, his new Advisor to his new Empire.
[shadow=red,left,300][glow=Orange,2,300]Arise my Dark Champion, Lord of the Shadows. Henceforth you shall be known as Darth...[/glow][/shadow]
Vaerok pulled his head back and closed his burning eyes. He looked through the Force, the great Hell Beast he kept chained within himself, and reached out to the collective Force itself. Whispers came and went as he travelled through the points of reference of different destinies he could pursue. He then came to a very familiar point in this entity, more familiar at times than the physical world around him, and it whispered without sound; speaking solely to Vaerok's Dark and Tainted heart. His eyes opened from this moment of deliberation and from his cloaked face and shadow-lined lips came:
[shadow=red,left,300][glow=Orange,2,300]...Acerbus...[/glow][/shadow]
The look on the man's face seemed as though he was relieved to take on this new self, this real self.
[shadow=red,left,300][glow=orange,2,300]Rise, Lord Acerbus. Join me, Master of All Shadows....[/glow][/shadow]
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Post by SushiKnight on Apr 13, 2006 17:36:35 GMT -5
The newly-named Darth Acerbus arose and took a step towards the new Dark Lord of the Sith.
His burning-red eyes darted quickly to the figure behind his new Master. Acerbus remembered him from the brief conversation on Coruscant. It seems even Achlys bowed before the power of the Arkanian.
[shadow=red,left,300]Thank you, my master. [/shadow]
Acerbus looked behind him then, to the retreating pack of tu'kata. With the death of the old matron, a new social order was viciously establishing itself.
The largest of the younger females were battling it out, goring their opponets with the sharp horns jutting from their heads.
In the span of a few seconds, one stood victorious over her defeated and cowering challengers. She let out a howl of victory.
Acerbus smiled, showing blood-stained teeth briefly before the shadows that replaced his lips hid them from view again.
His gaze seemed to meet and lock with this young matron across the distance of the Valley of the Sith Lords.
[shadow=red,left,300]Heel.[/shadow]
The victorious beast loped across the valley to stand at her master's heel.
Acerbus, briefly ignoring the other two Sith, knelt down to pet her head and gaze into her eyes.
Like Vaerok had done moments before with him, Acerbus tested the waters of the Force, which offered up unto him a name.
[shadow=red,left,300]Umbra.[/shadow]
The tu'kata, which but a few minutes earlier had been feasting on his flesh, rolled over, belly-up in submission. Acerbus scratched the creature's stomach affectionately, then stood again.
Apparently unconcerned with either his nudity or the shadows barely stopping his innards from spilling out onto the dust of the valley floor he waited for Vaerok to speak.
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Post by Sana <X> Vaerok on Apr 13, 2006 17:57:32 GMT -5
Vaerok grinned as he pulled his cowl just a little lower. This Old Man was indeed born anew by the submission to the shadows, to the Dark Side of the Force. The Dark Lord smiled and started to walk away when he stopped and spoke to Acerbus and Achlys.
[shadow=red,left,300][glow=Orange,2,300]Come my Dark Knights, there is much to be done to revive the Glorious Empire.
And, Acerbus my friend, we must find you something more... fitting a man of your position.[/glow][/shadow]
With that the Dark Lord started to walk towards the Black Raptor. Their conquest began this day.
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Post by SushiKnight on Apr 13, 2006 21:46:03 GMT -5
Acerbus turned to his own vessel, the infiltrator Vindicator.
[shadow=red,left,300]Where shall we rendevous, my Lord?[/shadow]
Umbra followed at his heel loyally, leaping aboad the vessel as if she had been living on it all her life.
Darth Acerbus snorted at Vaerok's comment about his lack of clothes.
[shadow=red,left,300]As for my... attire... I do own more than one set of clothing. The Vindicator's wardrobe is well stocked.[/shadow]
Once aboard his ship - a heavily modified Sinear Fleet Systems Star Courier - he made his way quickly to his stateroom, where he pulled on a loose robe of soft damask. He would spend most of the transit in the on-board bacta tank to heal the most grievous of his injuries. Maintaining the shadows that held him together was taxing on his concentration.
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Post by Halcyon on Apr 14, 2006 15:41:29 GMT -5
Achlys grimaved with thinly-veiled contempt. Mostly of to newly appointed Acerbus. He had done little to earn his respect and the now ex-Ninjaii did even less for it with his barely clad nudity. He seemed ready to try and slice Acerbus down right this instant.
The Dark Knight turned and headed towards his own ship, a heavily modified V-wing Fighter aptly named Deathblade. It was his prized possession and rightfully so. But he had no doubt that his new position would force him to see less and less of it. Besides if his information paid off. He would have a small token to present to Lord Vaerok.
He showed his cold grin again as he thought ahead. He was sure his Master would more than appreciate it.
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Post by Sana <X> Vaerok on Apr 15, 2006 12:46:23 GMT -5
((OoC: Vaerok will alternate between gathering Sith, Conquest, and rallying political support. You might even be sent to personally invite one to the New Empire...))
IC: Lord Vaerok smiled as he boarded his Interceptor, he had so many plans he would enact and so many pieces of the puzzle to put into place. He also had many things he had yet to reveal about himself to his Knights and Apprentices, but he would keep them secret. His age, due to his young, crisp tone of voice, would not be too difficult to determine (most would guess early twenties), but his deepest secrets would not find light of day upon them. He would bide his time and teach them what it meant to be a real Sith, to be proud of that title that carried such negative connotation in this "Light filled Republic".
I have no doubt in myself. I am the key and key holder to the future, the future that is Sith. I will not fail Myself.
The Emperor heard his new Apprentice, Acerbus, ask him for a point as he walked in. The Dark Lord took a seat in the cockpit and answered via radio to both.
[shadow=red,left,300][glow=Orange,2,300]To become a Master one must tame the Beast of his field, and that Beast is the political system. In the aftermath of these days of war, of those foolish "True Sith", we shall appear as a light in the darkness. Only when they venture to close will they discoer their "light" is, in actuality, a flame.
We are going to take over the Republic from the Inside out. I am the son of noble trash from Arkania and, since I left no survivors or any evidence of their destruction, I will be hailed to the Offices of the Republic as a Lost Son, a Prince of Arkania. Through means of maipulation and concrete assets we will guide the Republic under my wing in these times of uncertainty and I will build her up as she has never known true strenth before. We will do so by conquering and epanding the Republic's influence. We will introduce Sith ideals of philosophy into battle and academy training, creating strong, passionate soldiers. When we have the people within a whim we will seize the time to declare ourselves. And then...[/glow][/shadow]
Vaerok leaned back with a euphoric look upon his face.
[shadow=red,left,300][glow=Orange,2,300]We will have... peace.[/glow][/shadow]
The Dark Lord smiled as his grand achievement cameout in its entirety.
To Coruscant, My Knights
**** VAEROK TO CORUSCANT ***
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Post by SushiKnight on Apr 15, 2006 17:27:16 GMT -5
Darth Acerbus nodded, though his Master was on a different ship.
[shadow=red,left,300]Than we will rendezvous on Coruscant, my Lord. I will be incommunicado during the trip, immersed in bacta to heal the worst of my wounds. I will speak to you once we arrive.
What you have told me of your plan in interesting, my Lord, and I have some information and resources that will prove most useful in its execution. However, it is not so pressing that it cannot wait until we arrive.[/shadow]
Acerbus shut off the comm and piloted the ship into orbit quickly and expertly. He calculated the course needed for the trip to Coruscant and then engaged the hyperdrive.
Once in hyperspace, Acerbus lowered himself into the bacta tank and sealed it. Once the medication process started, he lowered his conciousness further into a healing trance and made the trip to Coruscant in quiet oblivion...
*Move Acerbus to Space: Acerbus' dreams*
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Post by Halcyon on Apr 17, 2006 15:10:50 GMT -5
Achlys would meet them both on Coruscant according to his Master's plans...eventually. He still had something to take care of.
Deathblade lifted up on its repulsorlifts and set off towards his destination as he took one last look at the Korriban landscape. Something about this planet repulsed him, likely just the residual effects of being around "Acerbus".
He punched to coordinates into the navicomputer before sending off an encoded message and jumping to hyperspace.
*Move Achlys to Space: Retrieval*
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Post by Ruthless Gravity on Apr 17, 2006 17:19:45 GMT -5
"Revenge is a meal best served cold"
Hizre stood at the edge of the cliff, wearing a soft material gathered on his home planet of Kalee, even as a soft material it was well against penetration from sharp objects and could deflect small amount of Ion discharge presumably blaster pistols.
Patterns were around his legs and arms as the black soft material covered his chest and abdomen. He also wore a gray cloak around his body, beneath the cloak lie his lightsaber which was hand crafted by him after coming to Korriban.
His cloak whispered with the wind, as he stood on the edge of the cliff looking below the valley. He still had more training to do, knowing he wanted more power he was going to seek it through the magic of the Sith.
Hizre turned around and walked back into the Sith Temple which laid 1 mile back from the cliff. ---
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Post by Ruthless Gravity on Apr 22, 2006 4:37:35 GMT -5
"Fear has a name." One of the students whispered to each other as they looked upon Hizre.
Hizre took some small belongings and made his way to the outpost which was really not far. Once he entered the outpost, he was dressed with a black bodysuit that was made for combat and casual looks.
The black bodysuit was called the "Skeleton" suit made by the Republican goverment to hold in internal organs, bones and vital organs in place during melee combat. It also offered protection from small ranger blaster bolts. It also had nano technology, if it was cold outside, the nano's would warm up the suit, vise versa when it was hot. Very useful suit but it was so tight on him that it slowed him down by a tad bit.
He paid his way, finding that flying your own ship could make a perfect target for others if they were searching for you. He wanted to hide his bodysuit so Hizre placed a heavy cloak around him and walked into the transport after paying 100 credits.
Seating in a fourth row to the left, he then began to plan ahead, he was heading to Coruscant for a meeting, a short meeting about bringing equipment to Korriban for the students. If the meeting failed, he would kill them, if it didn't...he would kill them anyway. A smirk appeared across his face as his yellow eye's traced below the transport through the window, watching the workers carefully as the detached wiring and cables from the transport.
The transport soon left Korriban for Coruscant.
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Post by Ruthless Gravity on May 13, 2006 2:00:10 GMT -5
The dust began to pick up again. Blood have been spilled. Death had already came and left.
Hizre stood in silent among the dozens of dead civilians and Sith trainees. The Kalee stood like a tower, watching over the dead. It was an unpleasent site to see.
Hizre licked his lips then turn to face a sith holocron, hologram images began to show ancient sith ways. Hizre leaned forward and waved his large Kalee hands to switch it off. Then he stood in silence among the dust storm.
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