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Feb 25, 2007 10:11:44 GMT -5
Post by Jenno on Feb 25, 2007 10:11:44 GMT -5
A monument to conflict, the Sith Military HQ, built to specificly model an amalgam of Sith Temple and Military installation. Over the skies of Muunilist, this edifice looms. It is the largest building yet built on Muunilist, and is where a new generation of soldiers are being trained.
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May 26, 2007 14:39:40 GMT -5
Post by Jenno on May 26, 2007 14:39:40 GMT -5
The sith military had begun as a joint security force of guards between the Sith Aristocrats. Which explained why the sith military guards were more adept than even the sith commandos. Two such guards stood at the front of the establishment. These guards had names, Gregor and Harred, but they did not go by their names in the Sith Military. In fact, nobody but admirals, generals, and aristocrats used their names in the Sith military. Harred had actually forgotten his own name. These two guards therefore went by the names EG-32 and EG-166.
Each guard was protected by the best armorings a corrupt aristocrat could afford. Verpine folded Admasteel, an inch thick. They were armed with two vibroswords across each of their backs and a heavy regulated blaster cannon in their plated hands.
EG-32(Gregor) turned to EG-166(who had forgotten his name), and inquired as to the time. EG-166 faced his partner and said that he did not know. The two shrugged and turned forward again. The exchange had taken a little under three seconds. But when they returned their attention to the area in front of them, they saw something very different. A young man, no more than fifteen, wearing a hooded cloak, his head cocked downward.
EG-166 raised his weapon and shouted.
"State your business here, boy! You're not supposed to-"
The boy turned his head upwards and interrupted him.
"I am not here to speak to you. I am here to speak with the admirals in charge. You will take me to them..."
EG-166 protested that he was not authorized.
Upon hearing this, the young boy nodded, then made it very clear that he, too, protested, by drawing a fiery orange lightsaber from his waist and shoving the blade through the man's armored head.
The boy turned now to EG-32.
"You, then, will take me."
EG-32 nodded, dumbfounded, and opened the main door.
"F-fourty-f-fith floor... I'll alert the other guards........"
The boy smiled. And though EG-32 had seen the boy appear out of thin air and slay his partner, this smile frightened him most. For it promised something far worse than what he had seen. Fr worse indeed.
And something far worse was being planned by the boy, Vehem, as he stepped inside and made his way to speak with the admirals on his Master's behalf. Though, to be fair, he shared more in common with the man he had killed than just their goals. He, too, had forgotten his name. Vehem was no longer. He was now only Apprentice. And that was well and good, for no name mattered now as much as that of the soon-to-be ruler of the Sith Empire: Darth Everos.
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May 26, 2007 15:41:44 GMT -5
Post by yusol on May 26, 2007 15:41:44 GMT -5
Dessel was in the main command center for the Sith fleet were campaigns were being planned. He had delivered his overall report of the campaign he had led that added another sector to the fold of the Empire. They might not be happy about it right now but when they saw the benefits they would welcome the Sith with opens arms.
Some of the older Admirals were in the center of the room talking about future campaigns. Apparently they were planning a move against the Republic. Dessel would not pick that fight at this time. The republic industry easily surpassed that of the Sith Empire. The only advantage the Sith had was that they were more centralized in industry and politics. The Republic would spend vital time debating were as the sith would be able to spend that time fighting. He was not in charge though. He was one of the more talented Junior Admirals and would probably one day be standing by that table, but right now he was hardly in a position of power. His job was not to dictate policy of the empire merely to carry it out and save as many lives as possible while doing it.
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May 26, 2007 18:54:30 GMT -5
Post by Jenno on May 26, 2007 18:54:30 GMT -5
(Just so you know, the Sith have only attacked one place so far, Subterrel, and that attack failed... kinda.)
Within the admiral's meeting chambers, a door opened, revealing the hooded figure of the young Sith Apprentice. The youth stepped forward.
"Your master has need for you."
He said, his head cocked downwards, watching the floor.
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May 28, 2007 20:27:07 GMT -5
Post by Axelpro on May 28, 2007 20:27:07 GMT -5
He walked into the facility with a certain air about him. As Lokiem approached the front desk the Receptionist there immediately saluted. Lokiem's prestiege was known to her which allowed him to simply walk into the base without going through the ID process. As he made the corner that lead him closer to his office a Grunt who happened to be patrolling quickly raised his hand for a stiff salute. There was a smirk on Lokiem's face as he reached the elevator. Stepping inside he had to stop for a second, Lokiem had one of two possible choices. He could go to the 4th floor to the war council or he could go to floor 6 to his own room.
He pressed four...
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May 29, 2007 5:49:32 GMT -5
Post by yusol on May 29, 2007 5:49:32 GMT -5
The robed young man stood at the door. He had actually issued an order. It was very odd. From what Dessel could tell this young man had no rank as a matter of fact he had never seen him before. Dessel was curious; other admirals however were outraged at this. A balding one, the ranking admiral at this council if Dessel remember correctly was clearly enraged by this.
“Who is this” the Admiral…oh what was his name. Admiral Blithe was his name that was it. He gestured for the guards to seize the young man.
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May 29, 2007 21:05:01 GMT -5
Post by Radiant Eclipse on May 29, 2007 21:05:01 GMT -5
EDITED by Cyberguy.
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May 30, 2007 0:11:56 GMT -5
Post by Jenno on May 30, 2007 0:11:56 GMT -5
The Apprentice turned his head, still facing the ground, towards the first guard. One of the floor lights illuminated his face underneath the hood. His expression was one not of anger or malevolence, but of curiosity. He looked upon the guard as a child might look upon a toy. And, like a child with a toy, the youth decided to play with the guard approaching.
He lifted a palm upwards.
The guard suddenly went stiff. He dropped his weapons as his arms locked to is sides. The guard's widened eyes began to flicker back and forth quickly, his mouth unable to scream the cries for help he wished to scream.
The youth raised his arm upwards.
The guard, still unable to move, floated upwards, as if connected somehow to the youth's hand. A tear escaped his eye.
The Apprentice closed his palm into a fist.
The guard's body crumpled in upon itself. His arms went out of their sockets, his knees snapping under the somatic force. The man within the bending armor suddenly regained the ability to scream. And scream he did. His agony was made known as his ribcage popped and his own ribs punctured his heart. This would have killed him in moments, but before it could, the guard's neck was snapped.
The Sith lowered his hand to his side and faced the admirals.
The man, like the broken toy that he was, fell to the side as the suddenly more intimidaing Apprentice took a step forward.
"You are sith... and the sith shall obey their Dark Lord..."
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May 30, 2007 7:43:10 GMT -5
Post by Axelpro on May 30, 2007 7:43:10 GMT -5
What? I didn't say 45th floor, I said four...
Lokiem slammed his hand down on the elevator panel that had become floor 45. With the waiting time over the machine shot upwards.
Damned machine...
The elevator rolled upwards as the clear glass allowed him to view the people bustling about on the base floor save for two guards that stood by the entrance. As the machine rolled to a stop he waited patiently as the doors slid open. He looked left then right, but his mind focused on something that was out of place. It was something that was out of the ordinary, though there was no visual proof of it. Going on a gut feeling he took a couple steps forward towards the only place of importance, the Admiral's meeting room. Commander Lokiem didn't particularly enjoy the company of Admirals seeing as how they were usually snooty and had disdain for Generals who were in fact the same rank, but simply in another department.
He opened the door slowly and he caught the glimpse of what seemed to be a man being tortured; swinging the door open wider he saw what was out of place with the picture. Soldiers were standing around as a single boy stood in the middle, he was wearing dark robes which lead Lokiem to believe something terrible was about to happen.
Freeze!
Almost ignorantly Lokiem assumed he still had the advantage of surprise so he drew his blaster pistol quickly and fired for the young boy's right bicep. He never was one for sitting in fear.
(Not a battle)
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May 30, 2007 16:24:10 GMT -5
Post by Radiant Eclipse on May 30, 2007 16:24:10 GMT -5
Zark Nosa stepped off the courier ship and rolled his neck as the vehicle lifted off, the gas forced out by the hydraulics whipped past his body, sending his robe lashing about his legs. His cortosis mask glared out at the world in front of him. The sky seemed to be in a state of constant twilight, neither dark nor light, but instead an ashy beige, not unlike his own flesh.
His mask and his black hood covered his Iridonian heritage; the crown of horns on his head. The Zabrak moved down the private landing strip, towards the entrance. He eyed a pile of armor. The helmet had a hole burned through it. Beside the armor, a body bag was being zipped up.
Zark removed one of his hands from his long sleeves and presented his authorization. "Here on official business, for the new campaign." "Y-yes, going to crush the Republic, huh?" Zark stepped beside the guard. "Which floor?""F-forty-fifth. I-I guess that kid is with you too? Man...he's crazy."
Zark's eyes moved to look at the guard for a moment. He looked down at the body, and at the armor. "That's top of the line armor, huh?" The guard nodded. "Lots of good it did, eh?" "You asked if the kid was with me? You mean, the one who did that to that man? Let's hope not."
Zark moved past the guard and into the elevator. He smashed the button and waited as the glass carriage propelled him forty-five stories into the building. With an annoyingly-pleasant chime the doors opened, and Zark stepped out. Something was awry since he'd arrived, he'd felt that, but what he was feeling now was intense. So dark...
Zark looked across the chamber and eyed a man pointing a blaster at a short, hooded person. The man quickly fired a round at who Zark guessed to be the kid. Zark leaned against the wall and watched, to see what would happen.
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May 31, 2007 17:00:53 GMT -5
Post by Jenno on May 31, 2007 17:00:53 GMT -5
The Apprentice felt the agression and turned himself away from the man firing. He let his hand drop to his side. From beneath his hood, the youth whispered something.
The blaster bolt suddenly stopped, suspended in mid-air by the same invisible power witnessed before. What followed was somewhat more disturbing, as those present soon realized that it was not only the crimson bolt which had been stopped, but themselves, too, along with everything in the room aside from the cloaked Apprentice.
The youth spoke again, pacing back and forth as he did so. The people present, after all, could hear him clearly.
"Such power is as nothing when matched with that of our Master... But he does have use for you. You are his lieutenants. You lead his armies. Through Lord Everos, you will succeed, you will destroy the Republic, end the Jedi, and thrive under his new age. Such is his word. Such is your destiny. I am his Apprentice. I will command you, as he commands me. You will begin your campaign to end the Republic now. Are there any arguments?"
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May 31, 2007 21:36:50 GMT -5
Post by Radiant Eclipse on May 31, 2007 21:36:50 GMT -5
Zark leaned against the wall and watched as the kid turned away. What?[i/] Zark's eyes widened as the bolt, no, the world froze. Zark struggled to breathe. His eyes watered as they screamed for a blink. He... stopped time!? I-incredible! Didn't think the Force was capable of such power![/color] The world around him was heavy, dark, flooding with negative energy. The Kid was talking.
" "Such power is as nothing when matched with that of our Master... But he does have use for you. You are his lieutenants. You lead his armies. Through Lord Everos, you will succeed, you will destroy the Republic, end the Jedi, and thrive under his new age. Such is his word. Such is your destiny. I am his Apprentice. I will command you, as he commands me. You will begin your campaign to end the Republic now. Are there any arguments?"
Zark felt his throat ease up, if only enough to speak. He sucked in air. Zark looked at the generals. Not even he could fend off this Apprentice at the moment. What would they do?
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Jun 1, 2007 18:14:19 GMT -5
Post by Axelpro on Jun 1, 2007 18:14:19 GMT -5
Lokiem took a deep breath to savor the air that he was unable to take for that short period of time. Of course Commander Lokiem would lower his weapon seeing as how it had absolutely no effect on this particularly sentient. He lost so much confidence in his weapon that not only did he lower it, but he stowed it away in its holster once more. Lokiem only had one question.
What will happen to my family if I do join?
Lokiem knew what the Sith once were, the power they once wielded. Naturally knowing this he knew there would be a time when a powerful Force Adept would come to power again. He joined the Sith military because he did in fact believe the Republic to be no more than a stagnant beast, and Lokiem believed in the fact that the Republic could become no more than that. Being a Sith Aristocrat his agreement to the Sith's movements did have some effect on the outcome of the "Apprentice's" agenda. His eyes shakily observed the Apprentice.
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Jun 1, 2007 20:50:30 GMT -5
Post by Jenno on Jun 1, 2007 20:50:30 GMT -5
This one was bold, indeed.
The Apprentice turned himself towards Lokiem, though never actually facing him.
"The question you should be worried about is what will happen to them if you do no join. And I can assure you, you will not like the answer..."
The youth said, turning away and leaving with one last command.
"This is not, gentlemen, a negotiation. You call yourselves Sith, and now you are being repayed for your loyalty. Be sure that you keep that loyalty, for if you should prove unloyal, you will be repayed as well. Ready the fleet at the border. I will meet you there with word from Lord Everos."
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Jun 1, 2007 22:14:37 GMT -5
Post by Radiant Eclipse on Jun 1, 2007 22:14:37 GMT -5
Zark sighed as the grasp was released. This kid was insane. Not particularly mentally, but just in general. In confidence, power, control...
Zark watched as the Apprentice turned and moved towards the exit, towards him. He had one last message before leaving. Zark shifted his eyes, keeping them fixed on the Apprentice as he moved past him.
"I saw your work downstairs. Ruthless. But how did you freeze time? Even with my studies in the Force, I never read about anything like that. Must be teachings from this 'Lord Everos', eh? You're commanding this army now, it seems, so perhaps you know of me? Issue from Korriban to my home base on Iridonia brought me here on transfer. I was supposed to be a leading hand in this war, but you've seem to got control, so I guess that's not happening right now. Regardless, I want to meet Lord Everos. When can that be arranged?"
Zark pulled his hood back and removed his mask, baring his jawless mouth; not with the intent to inflict any kind of negative emotion on the Apprentice, Zark doubted that would work. No, he did it to get a good look at the Apprentice, to look him in the eye, to show his will.
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Jun 1, 2007 22:30:53 GMT -5
Post by Axelpro on Jun 1, 2007 22:30:53 GMT -5
It was settled in that instant, Lokiem had no say in the matter. This Aristocrat would not lay his neck on the line simply because a person with greater authority stepped into the fray. Especially not when he had so much to live for. As the Apprentice finished making his demands Lokiem simply looked away. There would undoubtedly be a new start with this change in power. With a sigh Lokiem fell into an empty seat.
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Jun 1, 2007 23:16:17 GMT -5
Post by Jenno on Jun 1, 2007 23:16:17 GMT -5
Leaving, the Apprentice heard the Iridonian's request. Without moving, he gave his answer.
"You are unworthy even to speak your Dark Lord's name. Regardless, he will decide if you are to be given that honor. Carry out his will, and you may succeed in not angering him. Or me."
He said, stepping into the elevator and heading down.
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Jun 3, 2007 21:20:24 GMT -5
Post by Radiant Eclipse on Jun 3, 2007 21:20:24 GMT -5
Zark's upper lip curved up wards, to form the top half of a smirk. He popped the cortosis mask back into place in his face and stepped towards the generals. He looked at the one who had fired the blaster earlier.
"You there. The way you acted, only a rookie would make such a decision. Out of fear, I'm assuming. Why else would one simply shoot at a stranger without knowing who they were or what they were doing? Unless you've got some sort of empathetic ability, how would you have known that wasn't an ambassador? You could have just ruined an allegiance."
Zark's eyes narrowed behind his mask. "You should be killed for making such a decision, but... you acted on impulse and wouldn't be a slave to fear, so you'll be spared for making such a decision." Zark paid no mind to the irony of his decision, and moved to the room full of higher-ups.
"Zark Nosa, Knight of the Sith, reporting in. I believe you were expecting me."
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Jun 4, 2007 16:17:39 GMT -5
Post by Axelpro on Jun 4, 2007 16:17:39 GMT -5
Heh...
Lokiem spit on the ground in front of the one now identified as Zark. He rose up form his seat and looked at the young buck who seemed to revel in what Lokiem would call the "dark side".
I've come across too many hot heads like you in my day, Don't think that I've never battled a force user in my life. My sword can block your sword, and what I'm wearing can disrupt a majority of you lower leveled scum.
He was obviously irritated, just being given such a demand. Then to have reproach handed in by this particular character. Lokiem's eye twitched a little as he stood in front of the man.
I shot that blaster because I saw a stranger that was torturing one of our soldiers. I am not afraid of that man, but you...I could laugh at. A Sith Lord may be coming in to run the big show, but until you become his apprentice you are still nothing more than grunt material for guys like me to use on the field. I still command the armies so run along and "revel in your darkness".
Lokiem was obviously not having the greatest of days. But still deep, deep, deep down in his heart there was an uncertainty. He knew the day would come, but he still didn't know what a Sith Lord looked like, what one talked like. Still his crimson eyes stayed on this Zark character as only one thought coursed through his mind. "I won't let some stupid pompous punk think he is almighty. I'll send him off to his death, or he can prove his worth to me and everyone else..." He looked around to realize that he was on the big stage after walking after the particular Dark Knight. Although the stage wasn't so big to him because he was always there. His eyes lingered to the seat, third from the center, that was made to his specifications.
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Jun 4, 2007 21:53:02 GMT -5
Post by Radiant Eclipse on Jun 4, 2007 21:53:02 GMT -5
"My... you -are- bold, huh? I'd like to quote part of your statement though. '...Until you become his apprentice you are still nothing more than grunt material for guys like me to use...' When I do become his apprentice, which, I feel is inevitable, you will be the first man I see. Keep that in mind. And don't think I need my saber -or- the Force to wreck you. "
Zark followed the soldier as he moved around the stage, before stepping past him and sitting in an open seat, third from the center
. "Nice seat. Fits me perfectly." Zark crossed his feet and set them on the table. "I can't wait to see how you deal with our new friend. Should make quite an impact in this war. Speaking of, you've got my transcripts, I've got the skills. These are the fundamentals in the Sith campaign. Put me to use." Zark looked at Lokiem. "This your seat? Bah, I was leaving anyway." Zark and smacked his lips in a taunting fashion towards Lokiem. "Ta-ta fellows. I'll be in my quarters, looking forward to a glorious tomorrow."
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