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Mar 19, 2009 16:02:45 GMT -5
Post by Cam on Mar 19, 2009 16:02:45 GMT -5
Asriel watched as the duel came to a conclusion, the small smile playing across his lips as he watched the new Dark Lord whipe the floor with the other man, as he knew he would. He then watched as another man stood up to give a lengthy monologue and then pledge his allegiance to the Sith, before declaring that if any stepped towards the new Dark Lord, they would have to go through him first.
Asriel was disgusted with the majority of the occupants in the room, and the thought of being apart of the same group as most of them nearly made him turn and leave at that moment. But as he watched the new Dark Lord, he saw confindence in the man, charisma, strength, all of the traits that a leader would need. This man would bring the Sith greatness, that he could foresee, and if he didn't do his part to help achieve that greatness, then he was no better than the lazy Jedi.
Finally he stood as well, his long black oversized robes trailing the ground as he walked towards the front-center, coming to a stop directly infront of Ithian. His glowing blood-red eyes blazed as he stared straight into Ithian's own eyes. For a long moment he did nothing, knowing the man was thinking that he was about to try and strike and claim the Dark Lord title as his own.
"Do you want to move so I can speak with my new master..?" He said, his voice cold and dead, lacking any sign of emotion.
Finally he looked at Iniquitous, locking eyes with the man sent a tingle down his spine that he found intoxicating. This was definately going to be a good thing.
He then dropped slowly into a bow, going down to one knee as he bowed his head, ""I pledge my life...and my blade to the cause of the Sith...Lord Iniquitous..."
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Post by sparrow on Mar 19, 2009 17:29:54 GMT -5
Zarene Yin breathed a sigh of relief as the duel ended, thankful that Iniquitous had chosen to end the fight with no injury to either side. She relaxed slightly, easing her hold on the Force, and her blaster, which had been on the verge of leaping out into her hand, settled itself back comfortably into its holster. Listening attentively as Iniquitous made his speech, cementing his dominance as leader, Zarene mentally applauded his word. Well played, Master Iniquitous. Well played indeed. She could tell from the reactions of the others that there would be no more dissent and challenges now.
Hopping off the rock on which she had been crouching, a few quick steps up the slope brought her next to Aeron, and closer to Iniquitous. She didn't have to say anything, the Dark Lord already knew of her loyalty. Looking at Aeron, she arched a slightly amused eyebrow. Lucky fool, stop trying to scare me with anymore of these unnecessary reckless stunts, okay?
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Post by ☢Axl☢ on Mar 19, 2009 19:10:33 GMT -5
Jakob was relieved to feel that the what seemed endless duel, is finally over. His shoulders were thrown back and his arms folded with his hood thrown over the top of his head from the vicious winds. He stood a few inches taller than those around him with a great statue of 6 feet 4. Him and a few others had already pledged their aleigance to their new found Sith Lord, But Jakob had become sceptical of this man before him. If he were truley a Sith Lord, wouldn't he have handled the mere Dark Jedi who had challenged him quite easily, defeating him seemed like quite a hefty challenge? But he soon shrugged off the thought, coming to the conclusion that he simple didnt want the others to know what he was 'truley' capable of.
He turned his head, tooking back on the other Lords who still stood perched upon the Large rock and then turned back to the massive crowd that had gathered before Inquisitous. He gave a grim smile, and picked out the weak ones from the crowd; they would be easy targets and less competition when it came to finding a master. And then he picked out the strongs ones, those who would be allies, but only until Jakob was able to eliminate them. And finally he looked upon Inquistous, He still did not know what to think of him, was he weak and simply persausive? Or was he actually immensely powerful and simply hiding it?....
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Post by Val - Warning:Contains Sarcasm on Mar 19, 2009 20:36:40 GMT -5
So long. Jaa had been here for so long. Ever since he had arrived with Uti all those years ago. They had gotten here on a ship. Stolen, obviously, since no one in their right mind would go to Korriban. They had landed on the dusty deserted planet in search of dark secrets. The dark presence on the planet had washed over the pair. It tingled Jaa's senses. It was... narcotic-like.
They were a good pair, and they trained together. Until Uti began getting too... involved. He liked to ask questions about how Jaa turned. Jaa would talk little, focusing more on his meditations and trainings. Uti persisted though, giving his inside opinions on what Jaa should have done. Eventually Jaa snapped. Their duel was fierce, and after over an hour the Nautolan stood triumphant over the corpse of his one-time companion.
From there he had been alone. He had felt the whisperings of the Force all around him for years, as he continued to practice, continued to improve. And the whisperings of the Force grew stronger. Jaa felt as though he was going crazy, before following the lures of the Force. It dragged his mind far across Korriban, and he followed. He struggled across the landscape for days scavenging from what little the land offered before finally arriving at the center of the Force anomaly.
Where he was now.
Now he was in the center of a crowd populated by dark side users. Six extremely powerful beings took central attention... similar to royalty. He could sense the entire room, and their Force power. Many were strong, but not strong enough. The Six, on the other hand, were like nothing he had ever felt before. Even in the lightsaber duel that occured, whilst the challenger was strong, he paled in comparison to his opponent. Jaa was intrigued. He'd be interested to learn from them. Maybe they could help him find a way to regain Sina.
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Post by starwarsgirl008 on Mar 20, 2009 16:52:21 GMT -5
Altra remained hidden behind a rock. She had been there the entire time, and had watched the entire duel. She caught on to what was happening. But why was she called? Yes, she was a Dark Jedi that hated the Republic, but there were so many more skilled than her. However, she was not about to argue with fate.
Still, she did not show herself. She didn't want to take any chances. She was often smart like that, always having an easy escape plan.
She could do nothing but breath deeply, and ocassionaly stroke her head montral. She would eventually be discovered by the others, but she could only hope that it would be at the right time.
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Post by kt on Mar 22, 2009 14:31:34 GMT -5
(Again, sorry for the piddly little post.........writer's block up the yang....T_T)
Torran's mind had been made up, this Darth Iniquitous seemed like a suitable leader. The kel dor then pushed himself through the crowd of fellow dark jedi and approached the dark lord. "You've intrigued me greatly, I'll follow along for the time being, my saber is yours." The dark jedi then shook the dark lord's hand and did a small bow before stepping back into the crowd.
What a wonderful day this had become, a new empire, one without the betrayel and deviousness of the sith of old and current. What a good dream it was "One question, who do we kill first?" It was a logical and fair question...in his mind atleast.
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Mar 22, 2009 15:03:56 GMT -5
Post by starwarsgirl008 on Mar 22, 2009 15:03:56 GMT -5
Altra watched as a man walked towards the victor of the duel, and bowed to him. It was strange for her to see all of these users or the dark side pledging to one leader. Altra had tried so hard to form an alliance of her own, but all attempts had failed. Although angry that her idea had been stolen, she seemed somewhat drawn to the idea of joining the force.
“So this is why I was brought here.” she whispered to herself, “To renew the legendary alliance of darkness.” Altra faced a difficult decision, one that had many options. It seemed as though each choice she could think of lead to more reward, but if played out in a wrong way, the consequences would be severe. Yet she could only think of one thing, power.
Each person there only wanted power, whether they would share that power or not was up to them, but first a common enemy needed to be eliminated. Altra knew she could not do it alone, she needed help. She had trained for years, and her skills were top class, but she still had much to learn. It seemed the only one that could teach her was the overlord of the group, the darkest of them all,
Altra spent a minute thinking, and finally came to a decision. She exited the safety of the rock, revealing herself to the band of people. Although not very petite, she was towered over by the other creatures. She gracefully walked toward the man whom all eyes had faced earlier, Darth Iniquitous.
Not realizing she was interrupting someone else’s question, she drew up a loud voice and said, “I have witnessed your power, and pledge everything that I have to you.”
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Mar 22, 2009 20:01:31 GMT -5
Post by Val - Warning:Contains Sarcasm on Mar 22, 2009 20:01:31 GMT -5
Jaa observed the other dark Force users go and present themselves to the superior master. Some of them were weak in the Force. He could sense it... almost feel the Force around them struggling to maintain itself. Fractured, almost. They probably studied as much as they needed to ensure an easy life, and then just lazed around. Learn a few mind tricks and you can get by pretty well in some places. Some, though, were strong. Determined. Destined for more than the likely deaths of the weaker ones. The weak ones were pawns. The strong ones, they would be valuable to this... 'master', and his plans.
Though continuing to look, he also noticed that several of these stronger ones were also pledging themselves. Did they lack the security of an authorative figure? He was not sure. All he knew was that they were strong. He could sense it. He could feel the Force wrapped round them like a suffocating blanked, see the way they walked and carried themselves, hear the way they spoke. He could tell by their eyes. Loss, anger, hatred, power, it was all there. He could read it, and he was sure the 'master' could too. Jaa looked at him and for a split second believed he was in a mutual exchange of eye contact.
He looked again, and shrugged as it appeared he may have been mistaken. He must have been mistaken. The master, from what he could tell, was blind. But the way he had seen him in that moment, it was as though he was looking at him. Or through him... as though staring into his soul. The concept sent a shiver down Jaa's spine, but he did not allow his body to show any effect. He diverted his gaze, deciding to speak nothing more of it and instead distract himself a little. There was a crowd - a good method of distraction in usual circumstances.
There was definately distraction in the crowd. They looked intriguing and at the same time unapproachable. Not the bunch you'd like to meet in a dark alley. Many humans. Their falls from grace were legendary and yet at the same time typical. He did, however, notice a definate lack in his species. In fact, as he continued to search, he could not see any sign of another. Was he the only one of his kind here? He would be useful to a larger extent than most if that were so. The thought filled him with a sense of purpose, though he tried not to show it. He would stay, for now. He would not present himself forward like some dog praying for it's master's loving hand. He would be prepared to follow orders and see how they progress, but not like an expendible slave. Not unless drastically required.
He decided that he would wait. Either the master would make some form of attempt to talk to him in some fashion, or he would seek him out in a more private setting. In all fairness he would not want to discuss how his own affairs would be handled in the presence of others whom he did not even know. Half of those present could easily defect or decide to withdraw from the plans. What then? Would they be simply left to live? To disclose their information to the highest bidders?
The master would need someone to see to this, Jaa was sure. He was useful in an underwater situation for certain - probably more than any other being present, and was very adept on land regardless. He was very sensitive though so a bodyguard would be a role he could also suggest. The ideas flipped through his mind rapidly, and as the number of valuable uses he had to this new master increased, a twisted grin crept along his mouth.
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Post by Prodigal on Mar 23, 2009 12:47:52 GMT -5
Allowing the now useless haft of his light-saber fall to the blasted earth, the words Aeron spoke were for Darth Iniquitous's ears and his alone "I am called Aeron Creel milord... You had my loyalty the moment you confronted me, the events that followed, were merely foregone conclusion." Standing off to the side, well away from the purview of others after his murmured words escaped, he spared a glance toward Zarene and smiled ever so faintly as his thoughts sifted through his mind Finally one that can be worthy of my loyalties... One who is willing to do what is necessary instead of following pragmatic feudalism.. Looking on in silence at the others, he had no doubt that many held him in contempt or derision; they would perhaps think him weak, vainglorious or mad. Those who realize why I did what I did will be content in my silence and that is enough...
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Mar 24, 2009 18:10:08 GMT -5
Post by Taylor on Mar 24, 2009 18:10:08 GMT -5
Niharus viewed the desolate wasteland around him. His eyes scanned the barren surface taken in every shift of sand that he could see. He was trying to distance himself from the growing tension he could feel in his own body. Ever since an encounter he had with a Dark Jedi he had been distracted by what she had told him. He saw the chance for power, but that wasn't what had won him over. It was the promise of knowledge that might let him break free of the limitations time and falling to the dark side had set on his body. He had once been a much greater Dark Jedi, but something had broken him. He believed that this venture would be the opportunity he had been waiting for. Niharus felt the call of the force breaking him from his tangents of thoughts.
He slowly closed his eyes and tilted his head back the scent of gathering Dark Jedi filled his sensitive nostrils. He slowly opened his eyes the golden iris mixing with a blood thirsty shade of red. He could control his lust for hunting, but that didn't mean he had to deny himself the joy of being in this mood. He loved the intoxicating feeling of the hunt even if it would never be fulfilled or at least not that moment. Slowly he rose to his feet letting the scent and power wash over him. Slowly he made his way to where the growing power was resonating. His dark robes were ruffled by the growing winds. He wrapped strong fingers around the bottom of his flapping hood and held it in place. He had chosen to leave his mask behind this time. He had no need for it soon he would have no need for this robes. He would no longer need to hide the scars of time for they would pale in comparison to the power his body would radiate once he was free of this curse.
He saw the other Dark Jedi making the journey and he laughed at the idea that these may one day be his apprentice or his enemies. Either way they hide a high chance of become his prey if they ever got in his way or gave him the chance he needed to strike them down. "I have come milord. I offer you all that I am and all that I know. I am your servant." He finally spoke his words laced with caution and with respect that was in fact what he felt towards them. He would respect them as long as they where stronger then himself.
When he finally reached his destination he bowed silently, but didn't remove his sabers from their resting place. His word enough would promise he wouldn't attack. He knew he would be stricken down before he even got a chance to land a blow so he had no reason to dare strike. He listened to the conversation with great interest. He wanted to hear every detail he possible could. He would catch every word that might lead him to a plan that he could use to further his own agenda.
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Mar 24, 2009 19:09:03 GMT -5
Post by Cirith An'Gol on Mar 24, 2009 19:09:03 GMT -5
Xerron watched as his Wookiee friend Zaaltarr piloted the ship with ease out of Kashyyyk's thick trees and into the atmosphere. A few minutes later they were in hyperspace. During the voyage Xerron busied himself with praticing the movements of the backhanded style of Jar-Kai. It seemed like only minutes had passed when Zaaltarr called him to the cockpit of the MCS-13 Marauder. When Xerron arrived in the cockpit the stars were becoming star lines and then finally diamonds on a sheet of black. Korriban loomed before the two, big and in a grey and red color. Xerron was hard pressed to suppress his excitment. The Jedi Order would not have accepted him when he was young and the Republic was clearly in a weakened state. Xerron's uncle, the man that had taught Xerron everything he now knew, had talked of the Sith. His uncle had described them as "cutt-throats" that'd jump at the chance to gain prestige and power. Xerron felt his two dual phase lightsabers snap into his hands. The Dark Side was radiating from the planet's surface. Xerron was not the most powerful of force sensitive people but the draw was so powerful it wasn't hard to locate the scource, even from this altitude. Xerron instructed Zaaltarr to land on a cliff top over looking the group of dark side users. Xerron then diminished his presence in the force with Force Concealment. As soon as Xerron felt the landing struts connect with the ground he used the force to punch the landing ramp button. Xerron reached up and pulled his hood on to better sheild his eyes from the harsh light of Korriban. The ramp lowered with a hiss and the hot dry air of Korriban rushed into the ship, flapping Xerron's dark robes. Xerron projected all the light away from him with Force Cloak, turning him invisible. Walking to the edge of the cliff a few meters away, Xerron crouched and watched as one of the robed Sith on the pillars of rock stepped down and addressed the assembly. Xerron listened intently but missed this particular Sith's name due to a gust of wind. Focusing, Xerron aided his hearing through the force as the Sith continued his speech. The man was good at speeches Xerron had to give him that. So good it seemed, that many pledged themselve to this man, after he concluded his speech. Xerron had caught this Sith's words of claiming the title of "Overlord of the Sith". Others held back unsure of what to do. Then one man challeged the self proclaimed Overlord. Xerron was not so far that he couldn't decern the way each individual carried him/herself, even though Xerron was new to the galaxy it was pretty easy to read who actually presented a threat, and who was arrogant enough to think they did. Sensing Zaaltarr draw close, Xerron gave the Wookiee a slight ping in the force to let him know where Xerron was. Xerron returned his mind to the display below, a duel had started between the challenging Dark Jedi and the Overlord.
"Idiot" Xerron mumbled. Xerron watched the dance of the two duelists intently and saw something he was sure no one else did. The supposed Overlord probably wasn't as good at lightsaber dueling as he'd wanted everyone to think. Xerron could feel the Overlord power though, it flowed around him through the Dark Side like a wave of ocean water. Yes, this Overlord was strong, but apparently not in Lightsaber techniques. Xerron continued to watch as the Overlord gained the upper hand in the duel. Then the Overlord spoke again. A few minutes later someone else came to the Overlords side and spoke a warning to the assembly. Xerron simply smiled, he'd found a purpose in his life. It was to grow strong enough to have his name engraved in galactic history. Xerron stood, still cloaked and lept off the thirty foot tall cliff, letting the force slow his decent through some telekinetic techniques and some appropriatly timed force pushes. Landing in a crouch, Xerron slowly stood, Zaaltarr landing heavily behind him. Xerron made his way around the crowd, not sure if anyone yet detected him, and up to the center of the assembly. "My lord" Xerron said de-cloaking and letting his Force Concealment rise a little so the people there could sense him "My name is Xerron Delzaren, I pledge my life to no one person, I do however, pledge my life to this ideal that has been proposed today. I pledge to obey and learn from your teachings." Xerron's hood was still on as he spoke, he meant no offense by keeping it on. The light still hurt his eyes, which were accustomed to Kashyyyk's Shadowland regions. There's no sense in standing out too much in this circle. Not yet anyway[/i] Xerron thought. Xerron smiled as he bowed, catching some surprised expressions from the corner of his eye "This is my bodyguard, Zaaltarr". Xerron watched the Overlord carefully and kept his senses on the surrounding crowd, waiting on the Overlord's response or the response of someone in the crowd.
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Post by Katar the Madclaw on Mar 24, 2009 19:29:03 GMT -5
Zaaltarr set the ship down on the cliff-top, just as his charge -Xerron- had instructed him. The sight of the swirling red sands very nearly mesmerized the Wookiee, he had never seen anything so alien, so beautiful. The Marauder's landing struts sank into the sand before finding purchase on the cliff's rocky surface, another unexpected phenomenon. Pushing the steering column away and locking it in place, Zaaltarr unstrapped himself from the pilot's seat and followed after Xerron. Finding the ramp already lowered, the Wookiee raised an arm, shaking the sleeves of his black robes off his hand so that he could set the ship's security system via the small computer interface embedded in the wall.
Zaaltarr sniffed at the arid winds billowing across Korriban's surface, sensing the intense heat and Dark Side energies pervading the planet's very core. Surprisingly, both of these aspects made Zaaltarr quite at home, something he would've never guess possible whilst on a world so completely foreign to him. The heat was not unlike the Wookiee's resident jungles, deep in the Shadowlands of Kashyyyk. And as for the dark energies, Zaaltarr had always been soothed by its caress, it filled his lungs, permeated every cell of his very being, and made him feel alive. Zaaltarr took in a deep breath before taking refuge in the darkness of his cape's deep cowl.
The Shadowstrider (as he had been known on Kashyyyk) moved down the ramp and into the desert's piercing sunlight. He both felt and heard the ramp raise up from behind him, securing itself and the ship simultaneously. Zaaltarr adjusted his hood once more, realizing that it would take some time for him to become accustomed to the planet's relentless sunlight; but indeed he would, he was nothing if not a survivalist above all else. The Wookiee stepped forward leisurely, studying the landscape (or lack thereof) around him. Feeling a ping in the Force, Zaaltarr looked down to where Xerron laid crouched, watching the events taking place between a group of Force-users some thirty feet below. The Shadowstrider crouched next to his charge, an amused smirk on his furry features. Yes, I know where you are little one. You have skill, but you're not that good yet.[/i] The hunter took a moment to let his master's scent fill his nostrils and observe the human's small footprints in the sand leading to his current position, just beginning to lose shape in the breeze. He chuckled mentally There's more to stealth and tracking than what the powers of the Force provide human, never forget that.[/i] The Wookiee wondered just how adept at reading minds and emotions the human next to him was and if Xerron had heard his thoughts. Part of him willed the human to do so, and yet a greater part of his psyche told him that the human would have to learn such lessons on his own or be fated to bring Zaaltarr's life-debt to him to a sudden end. Zaaltarr turned his attention to the group below, a duel between two of the dark- siders just about to get underway.
Lightsabers. Zaaltarr's eyes locked onto the wondrous weapons as the two duelists below began their duet of strategy and aggression. A hand went to the small compartment on his belt where he kept the two crystals he had found so long ago. Soon. Soon I will be able to unlock these crystals' power, thereby unlocking part of my own, Terentatek's hide! How I hunger for it![/i] Zaaltarr sent a pulse of his "inner fire" through the crystals, feeling for the thousandth time the hidden power locked away within them. The feeling that something was missing would nag at him until he had the chance to construct a lightsaber of his own he knew, such weapons were a physical extension of one's own soul after all. The Wookiee knelt in silence, watching with increasing interest in the figures below. Zaaltarr gave a sharp-toothed grin to the shadows of his cowl. It had been a long time since he had thought of another sentient as being dangerous or worthy of his concern, but as fate would have it, it seemed that he and Xerron had just stumbled upon a few at least. Looking over at Xerron once more, the Wookiee decided to try out his Force Camouflage, if just to feel like he was doing something. After a few seconds, Zaaltarr ceased his efforts at pushing away the light, there was simply too much of it, bombarding him faster than he could manipulate it. The Wookiee gave a small grunt, a little perturbed at how well Xerron seemed to be fairing with the ability.
Zaaltarr watched with a bit of exasperation as the human he was supposed to protect leaped off the edge of the cliff and used the Force to maneuver downwards with apparent ease. Zaaltarr stood up and did the same, wondering when his charge was ever going to devote himself fully to his place as an Assassin. The Wookiee landed somewhat heavily despite the ample cushioning of sand, his black cape and robes flaying out around him like some kind of apparition. You must decide on a single path young one; you cannot call upon the shadows and then thirst for the limelight. Choose, for I grow weary of these antics.[/i] Zaaltarr used what ability he had in telepathy to convey the meaning of his thoughts to Xerron, but it felt slightly more out of reach than usual, the human must have been practicing how to conceal his presence in the Force. Most likely, all Xerron would feel was a tinge of disapproval.
Zaaltarr looked ahead, keeping all of his senses primed and taking in as much information about the group that he possibly could through the Force. This at least was even easier than usual, the resident Dark Side energies boosting his Force perceptions. Zaaltarr followed Xerron into the group of robes, lightsabers, and even masks. The cloaked Shadowstrider stood there like a statuesque specter, his robes draping enough to sufficiently hide the nature of his true features, billowing in the blasts of the desert wind. Doubtless the Wookiee had become the center of attention, at least until Xerron released his hold on the surrounding light and proceeded to speak to the figure in front of him, a figure that could be no less than a lord amongst the dark ones gathered there, Zaaltarr was sure of it.
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Post by Synth on Mar 29, 2009 18:47:44 GMT -5
"I am Ilia Asall, considered a Knight by some" - Ilia whispered his own name and 'rank' with a bittersweet tone. His identity was sealed in a concise human name; his Own name, and the name he inherited from his father. His presence in the force was unique, as unique as everyone gathered there on Korriban. - Ilia stood out as a tall human, dark hair, dark eyes. Gaunt expressions, and a rather cold curl over his lips bordering on a devilish smirk. Dressed in simple attires, Ilia did not stand out for his appearance if not for his height as a human. He was a common man with an air of vanity and wisdom that could only be gained from the dirtiest past; he was a phoenix, burned by his own memories, rising as someone beyond what fate had originally decided. Yet, before the crowd around him, Ilia was nothing more than a force adept that chose to inquire the Force with his questions. A Force adept that chose to gamble his very existence against the Dark Side.
Ilia bowed, and stepped back and away from the Dark Jedi that flaunted their names, their ranks, and their abilities. They were ignorant in their own rights. Their power had bloated their egos. But, not unlike him, they were proud of themselves... and that pride would surely aid and reinforce their undying will to serve the Sith Lord before them... Inquitous stole their hearts with his smooth words; in the process allowing some the shadow of a dream, a goal to one day strive to kill him and claim supremacy over the Sith. Someone as wise as Inquitous, at least as wise as he portrayed himself to be, would surely know of the ulterior motives hidden under the falsely honourable words the Dark Jedi offered as they pledged their loyalty. Their hate, their anger, their dreams and goals, their suspicions, were common and mutual; yet few seemed to notice the similarity between the ulterior motives some held, or the blind anti-heroic justice with which they surrendered their blade to be summoned and called to combat as Inquitous saw fit.
Showing an awkward but humble disposition, Ilia knelt before speaking: "You have my Sword, Inquitous." -
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Apr 2, 2009 15:40:24 GMT -5
Post by Synth on Apr 2, 2009 15:40:24 GMT -5
Rising, Ilia offered a vague smile born out of sarcastic courtesy. He stood and his muscles would tense, relax, as his breath was released. Crossing his arms under his chest, he shifting remaines stoic and distanced from the beings around him as he simply waited for Inquitous to continue after all/most of the Dark Jedi finished their vows.
Ilia's play on words was meant to be precise. Inquitous would have his sword, but not his heart, body, or soul. Ilia's sword would be devoted to the cause of the sith and beyond that nothing.
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Still glorious, but no longer your leader.
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Apr 4, 2009 17:22:09 GMT -5
Post by Jenno on Apr 4, 2009 17:22:09 GMT -5
Iniquitous displayed very little to the congregation before as they came forth and committed themselves to the cause. There were a large number ready to do what he would order or request to his predecessor this would have been pleasing, satisfying, to have so many able and talented pledge themselves to him. However, the Dark Lord was more than a little dissatisfied, there was a long way to go with many of them, and each one was unpredictable whilst they maintained their own agenda. He would have to wait until he could begin their training, mould them until they came to realise the truth, his truth, and all the things which burned in his mind would guide their hearts and desires, or they would be useless to him. But for now he would have to put up with their egotistical and pretentious ways, for some amongst the crowd there was hope, as clear as the potential Renata and Veratos had when they first found their way to him, but they were fewer than he would have liked. He counted them and recalled missions which he required carrying out, there were many and each one was both important and urgent. Having gained very little insight on those around him, Iniquitous could only attempt to group them as best as he could tell right now. Their ability to work together would also be a large part of the test and display they would formulate for the Sith Lord. Of course, there were words necessary before assigning the missions he carried. “I am pleased to see so many of you pledge your support to the Sith, you will not come to regret the benefits which await you in the future, though for some the trials necessary to obtain and control these gifts may be a difficult one.” He nodded his head as they all stepped up one by one. With most came a name, one which in time they would come to forget, but that was later, much later. A question seeped slyly from amongst the gathered Dark Jedi. “There are a number of targets,” Iniquitous replied swiftly, “each holds some importance in our rise to power. These targets will primarily exist within the factions of the Sith Empire and the Republic, whilst you will no doubt come into contact with other factions; these two will be your main intention. Now, I will require you all to join the group to which I assign you as you will be working these missions in teams.” It was time, relying upon the Force as he had been for much of the time he’d spent amongst the crowd a vague sense of the skills and abilities of those present was reaching him. Slowly and carefully he made his way out of the group and stood off to the side, alone. As he focused and acted as a conduit of the Force, he could feel the beats of the hearts around him and conjure up a soft glow in his mind of each person’s essence. The stronger the glow the more in-tune one was with the Force and also with their own abilities. There were some amongst the crowd who were Masters by trade, it was these people he would rely on to lead the groups on their missions. After all, they were likely to be the first to finish the training and to ultimately be some of the first Sith Lords outside the circle of six. With a touch of the Force, Iniquitous managed to connect with the one he wanted and bade him forward. Rago Dekai was the Dark Jedi who stepped forth. Then after a few more moments the Dark Lord did the same to three other Dark Jedi. In quick succession Jerek Kahn, Torran Doe and Halcyon Lorlam all joined the Dark Jedi Master who had previously stepped forward. These four gathered before the Sith Lord who soon began to brief them upon their mission, Iniquitous spoke at a level so that only the four before him would hear his words. “You four are to travel to Kuat, there you will be targeting a Feeorin Republic Admiral by the name of Fral. Admiral Fral is currently the only remaining high ranked member still serving since the Mandalorian Wars, he is near the end of his life but still serves the Republic as a beacon of hope and inspiration. You will be required to assassinate him, removing him from their side so he can not disrupt the earlier parts of our campaign and also to severely demoralize the entire Republic Army, his death will be mourned by billions and his assassination impossible to cover up. Rago Dekai will be heading this mission and the final decision on matters will be down to him. Contact me with this when your mission is done and not before.” Iniquitous passed Rago a small communicator device before finishing up with, “now go, just be careful, the Admiral is likely to be heavily guarded.” With a bow of his head Iniquitous sent the first group away. Onto the second, once again the Dark Overlord searched amongst the few Masters gathered and selected one, following up once again with three more Dark Jedi. Much like the previous group they all gathered before him. This group consisted of Niharus Demias, Nirisi Jettin, Grawn Ianie and Bellek Naveron. “For the four of you, assassination will not be your primary objective, most likely you will be forced into combat at some point but your main target will be securing information that we do not want to be recovered by the Republic. Although most gathered here try to be careful to avoid the Jedi, the Republic Intelligence Department also keeps tabs on all the Dark Jedi they can in order to collaborate with the Jedi on any important matters. We have recently come to discover that the Republic has collected information regarding the recent movements of many of the Dark Jedi who are gathered here, if they recover the information about such movements then our plans may prematurely be exposed to both the Republic and the Jedi.” He paused for a moment, taking a breath before carrying on. “However, right now this information is still not in Republic hands, an agent on the Outer Rim is set to make their way back to Coruscant with the information since they are sceptical about transferring such sensitive information by any other means than a face-to-face meeting. You will be required to discover the identity of this agent and track him down from his last known location which is disclosed in this datapad,” he said handing over a datapad from his robes. “Niharus Demias will be leading this group and all the consecutive decisions are to be down to him unless he would choose to designate otherwise. Contact me with this when you have completed the mission, farewell.” He finished once again handing over a small communicating device over to the group leader he had chosen. Being the methodical and systematic machine that he is, Iniquitous spared no time in moving onto the next mission assignment. Once again he picked out four from the crowd and before him now stood Asriel, Norrec Tryst, Jakob Rylayus and Buck Rogers. “The four of you,” Iniquitous started quickly, “will be heading to Foerost, and the headquarters of the Military Equipment Production Association or M.E.P.A. as they are more well known. It is an arms manufacturer dedicating its wares solely to the Republic; in fat they supply a large percentage of the Republic’s overall weaponry. However, this dedication of sales is both unusual and unbeneficial to what will become our Empire. You will be required to… persuade the board of directors to change this dedication of theirs, to sell either to other factions or simply to the public, so long as the Republic is not their sole focus then we can hamper their supplies at least to some degree. You,” he said pointing to Asriel, “you will be heading this mission and the decisions during the mission will be up to you. Once you have completed the mission, contact me with this communicator.” He handed the device over and finished with a simple “farewell” before sending the third group on its way. With the groups being sent straight to their missions, the crowd was beginning to get smaller now as Iniquitous moved onto his fourth group. Before him now were four more Dark Jedi, Aeron Creel, Gabriella Fisher, Ilia Asall and Zarene Yin. “Three of you have already proven yourself to me, and have also proven that you can work together to achieve good results. That is why I am trusting you with this dangerous and important mission. The Corellian system is governed by the Corellian Royal family, a powerful and important sect in the Republic. However, the relationship between these two factions has been varied for a long time, you will assigned to the assassination of all five direct members of the Corellian Royalty, King, Queen and their three children. There is due to be a ceremony on Corellia in which the King will hand down the majority of the ruling power to the Crown Prince. All members of the Royal House will be gathered. You must take them out. No doubt you can understand how difficult this task will be given the importance and protection of those in question. However, this could serve us in two ways, by neutralizing the Corellians and the Republic or by cause a greater rift between the two which we can later use to our advantage. I will be assigning leadership of this mission to Aeron,” he came to address the Dark Jedi he had previously faced directly, “I am giving you this opportunity to head down the path which would see you unlock all of your potential, I pray that you use it to your best advantage. Once you have completed the mission, contact me with this communicator” he handed over an identical device as he had done to the previous group leaders. “I look forward to the results of your mission.” He finished abruptly, dismissing them. As he completed the assignment of the vast majority of all those present, time seemed to drift away as the collection of men and women shrank until there were only eleven of the Dark Jedi left. Waiting until the group he had just finished with had left them alone and was too far away to hear what Iniquitous was going to say, he stepped closer to the group. “Those of you who remain,” his voice resounded as loud, powerful and mystical as it had been when he first started the meeting, “the tasks which I am going to assign to you differ from those of the previous. Whilst those before you have been targeting the Republic, you will all be involved with assassinating select targets within the Sith Empire. These are to be the most crucial missions, without success here the work of your comrades will mean nothing.” He stopped for a moment, collected his thoughts before calling over two of the five who still remained seated upon the rocks, Eurachis and Renata soon moved up to his flanks. He returned the lightsabers he had borrowed with a thankful nod before speaking to the crowd once again. “I doubt that many of you are fully aware of the structure of the Sith Empire’s hierarchy. It is run by a group of aristocrats, their positions gained through power and wealth. Yet even in this crowd there are some who rise above the rest, a select few who are the real head of the Empire, The Five. They are elusive and well protected, taking them down will not be an easy feat; it will require precision, skill and a well thought out plan. In a similar fashion to your predecessors, you shall be working in teams of four. And I will hand out your missions in a similar fashion to those before you. Calling out with the Force, five of the crowd were called up to join Iniquitous as he moved away from the group again. Now it was the turn of Ithian Naklay, Altra Rosa, Anastasius Solo, Daren Kail and Zarnia Kup’elun to receive their mission. “Your mission will be quite tricky I feel. Your target, one of The Five, is faceless and voiceless to the public and all of my contacts. Nobody knows their gender or race, only that they spend all of their time upon a space station built with their own wealth, a station which resides within the Raioballo sector. As you can imagines this space station is heavily fortified, any form of assault given our current size and support would be fruitless and idiotic. So you must find a way to sneak onto the station, I recommend each stowing away onto separate supply transports although the decision will be up to the leader of the group,” he signified to Ithian Naklay, “All that I could obtain was a list of people who this member of The Five could be. It would be in your best interest to eliminate them all if you are unable to find the identity of the Aristocrat. You must sneak onboard, discover and eliminate your target, hopefully without alerting the security forces on the station. If you do then your escape will be far more difficult than simply sneaking on a ship. Although it is asking a lot, the Force tells me that you are a team which can complete the tasks I’ve assigned for you. Once you are done and well clear of the station, contact me using this device.” Iniquitous handed over the communication device to Ithian and bid them farewell. There were only six Dark Jedi left now meaning their numbers were not sufficient for two full teams of four. It would be the Sith apprentices who would come to fill these two extra slots, a chance for them to put their teachings to use and have their beliefs tested. It would also provide Iniquitous with a great opportunity for them to head down the path of teachers and leaders after all since they would be controlling three Dark Jedi. With a beckoning of his hand and a wave of the Force he called over Lord Eurachis, Jaa Herzet, Xerron Delzaren and Zaaltarr. “The three of you,” Iniquitous indicated to the Dark Jedi, “will follow what Lord Eurachis tells you, he is the apprentice of Darth Paxis. His skill with a lightsaber is expert and his mind both keen and sharp. You would do wise not to challenge him. You will have potentially two members of The Five to deal with, thus making this mission extremely important. Due to the recent military excursions by their forces, the Empire, or more specifically one of The Five, is throwing a celebratory party for the battles they believe are a certified victory. Eorance Flainthburg is one of The Five and host of this party upon his home world of Muunilist, another member of The Five, a female human by the name of Mia Shelth, is also rumoured to be attending. Even if this second member does not attend, the party will be filled with a great number of minor delegates who are allied to The Five. Your task is simple, to infiltrate the party and eliminate all of the targets within. I would first of all suggest scoping the place out in order to make sure that the second target is either attending or not attending. Also, do not underestimate the hired protection which will be there. Remember that this Muun is probably one of the richest people in this galaxy. Lord Eurachis, once you are done, contact me with the communication device I gave you. I look forward to your return.” With that the penultimate group was dispatched and only four remained assembled, one of those was one of Iniquitous’ very own apprentices, Renata. There had been many strong groups assembled, but he had to question if this would be one of the strongest, if he had really saved the best until last. He would wait until evidence supported his erratic thoughts, teamwork was an unpredictable factor at the best of times, rarely was it assured and frequently did it surprise him. This group, like the previous, consisted of members who individually knew great skill and determination. But as a team this could amount to very little, Iniquitous was introducing a factor that many would no doubt find hard to grasp, their clashing ideals and personalities making things impossible to predict without guidance from the Force. But he prayed that his words had been enough, enough to get the Dark Jedi to work together long enough to complete their missions, and for him to complete his. Finally he approached the final group. Lady Renata stood waiting for him, off to her side stood the three Dark Jedi who would soon be working with her, following her orders, learning from his wisdom, he hoped. Mariani, Tesa Yarum and Cassandra Libertas were all that remained of the original gathering, the final three in the Dark Lord’s plans. The small committee of five gathered and Iniquitous prepared to divulge the information for the last mission. “Lady Renata here,” Iniquitous started, signalling to his apprentice, “is one of my own apprentices and will be leading this group on the mission you are to fulfil on behalf of the Sith Order. I suggest you listen to her words, she acts with the Order’s best interests at heart.” Pausing for a few moments Iniquitous moved onto the specifics of the mission. “You will be flying to Umgul on the Mid Rim, a world known for it’s gambling and sports. Being an independent world it allows for discrete meetings to take place, the kind that you don’t want any spies to find out about as easily as they would be able to if such meetings were held at a location one was known to frequent. One of The Five, a human male by the name of Atriar Galfor, is visiting Umgul in order to sign a weapons deal with the Dematicus Manufacturing Association. Now, whilst this meeting would provide you with the best opportunity to take out the aristocrat, I do not want you to strike at this time.” Pausing briefly Iniquitous wanted that statement to sink into their minds. “The signing of this deal will provide great support for the Empire’s military. And so, it is imperative that this deal is complete and that the D.M.A. remain unaware of the aristocrat’s assassination so that when we inherit the Empire we also receive the benefits of the signed agreement. I am not too fussed how you go about taking out the aristocrat afterwards, but avoid a public display so that the D.M.A. doesn’t get scarred, and dispose of the body somehow, just make sure all of the loose ends are tied up. Once your mission is complete, Renata should contact me, I pray the teachings of the Sith will grant you strength and victory.” And with that, they were dismissed, to head for their assigned mission without delay. It was done, things had been set in motion now that he doubted he could prevent even if he wanted to. Although there was a great risk in every move he made, Iniquitous would put his faith in the Force and trust that mysterious source of faith and hope. Returning to the rock formation on which his three remaining comrades sat, he confirmed the missions which Veratos and Novus would also do and sent them on their way. As the sand and dust of Korriban set back into their usual resting places, the two Sith Overlords sat in silent contemplation. Once hours had passed, the moved together, as one, a mission of their own to complete. "In union there is strength." -Aesop =End=
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