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Xaojii
pronounced "zay-o-jee"
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Guardian
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Jun 5, 2007 17:32:17 GMT -5
Post by Xaojii on Jun 5, 2007 17:32:17 GMT -5
Quietly, and without little much as a few dim lights, suddenly thousands of ships appeared in space around Muunilist, the Capital World of the Sith. Admiral Celbus Tarkrus sat quietly in his chair on the bridge of The Boldness, the flagship of his very own fleet funded by his half-father, a particularly shady man who rarely meets with anyone in real life. Admiral watched out the large window as the light blue tunnel of hyperspace bled away into streaks of light, and finally into stars, surrounding a bright green and blue planet. Admiral Celbus calmly looked reached onto the integrated control pad of his seat and pinged up his private shuttle bay "Prepare my shuttle to arrive on Muunilist, at the Sith Military HQ."
"Yes sir, I'll have it ready momentarily" responded a deep male voice.
Later on the planet Admiral Celbus landed and had little trouble getting through security and down to the central meeting room on floor 45. The door swished open and Admiral Celbus looked around, immediately he say a strange figure with a master, heading towards the door. Sidestepping in one smooth motion he continued walking through the room, towards the large table in the middle of the room. "Greeting Gentlemen. What did I miss just now?"He asked, looking at the look on the mens faces, then back at the strange masked munaoid. "Nevermind. I think we should really get straight down to business really. For those of you who do not know, I am Admiral Celbus Bervold Tarkrus. Is there any news on our next attack? Anything at all that is of great importance?" He said, bright look while taking a stance of attention, looking around expectantly.
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Knight
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Jun 8, 2007 17:00:15 GMT -5
Post by Axelpro on Jun 8, 2007 17:00:15 GMT -5
Lokiem took his seat now calm after his little bout.
That impetuous twerp doesn't realize that no Sith Lord flaunted their powers until they were actually a Sith Lord. That alone will lead to his ultimate uselessness other than fodder.
Settled comfortably in his chair Lokiem looked around the table noticing a couple of his fellow Aristocrats were missing. Lokiem felt it was his responsibility to let his peers know of the situation upon them.
Apparently there is a Sith Lord that will be coming out of hiding soon enough. His apprentice just arrived on the scene and gave us some demanding orders. I suggest we simply comply, at least for now. Our progress militarily has been all, but nothing and a figurehead like that to direct us could possibly push up to fighting standards with the Republic.
He took a deep breath and looked around at his fellow Aristocrats once more. Some of them had fear stricken on their faces while others had a look of glee as they would finally crush what they hated so much.
So all in all I believe we should throw in our lots with this Sith Lord until he can ultimately be surmounted, just like the Sith have always been in tradition. Just think that we can multiply whatever this Sith Lord has to offer ten fold with our wealth.
Deep down Lokiem knew the true darkside was always going to be blind to anything but power in this universe. That blindness that Lokiem has often seen leads to an ultimate damnation as always, and was the thing he would be counting on in this Sith Lord.
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Jun 19, 2007 15:22:13 GMT -5
Post by Axelpro on Jun 19, 2007 15:22:13 GMT -5
Your words have merit.
Lokiem looked over his left to see the fully robed man sitting in the far left seat. He had a paled complexion for a Human and his steel blue eyes brought a certain chill to the air as they showed through his rather length black bangs.
This man was a prominent Dark Side user who abused his connection to the force to amass a large amount of wealth. His name was Baku Jephego, but he preferred the title Count Vile or Vile for short. Everyone in the chambers knew that Baku was no more than an average Dark Jedi at best, but that fact was not important because it was the money he wielded that gave him his worth to the Aristocrats. This man, since he didn't have too much of a profession other than his Sith teachings, decided to impart some of his teachings unto a select few Soldiers among the forces. He would turn these few into extremely capable Special Operations Squads that were almost completely force retardant making them especially useful in certain assassination missions.
Yes, it seems that we can't fight a true Sith Lord. So like you said we should combine our strength until we get the chance to undo him.
Now Lokiem's eyes drifted to the next speaker who actually happened to be a former love interest and now close frined of his. This woman had brown her hair neatly tied and kept at her back. She wore thin glasses to enhance her vision from the brown eyes. She was wearing what could only be described as a lab coat, only black rather than the usual white.
This woman's name was Shandi Bionte, formerly a respected scientist, but now owner of a large Medical Manufacturing corperation. Like Vile she trained elite Commandos for combat. Unlike Vile she used her scientific research and money to pay for a training program based around Stimulants and the effects behind them. This resulted in a different kind of Special Operation Squads. These people were more of Commandos who had been enhanced with Stimulants to a permanent effect. Shandi was obviously in charge of the scientific and medical Fields.
Yes, I think I speak for everyone when I saw that we are all in favor of this move.
Lokiem was now starring at a Lethan Twi'lek. He didn't have anything special about him appearance wise and his right lekku was thrown over his neck as was common procedure. The man simply gave Lokiem a returning glare with his deep brown eyes.
Ru Baruba Monoceros, or Baruba for short, was another wealthy Aristocrate. Like Vile he had the touch of the force within him, but not nearly as prominent. Baruba could move objects around with about the power of a Sith Acolyte. Baruba was the distant relative of his Uncle who owned a prominent Starship Company. It was only after Baruba effectively killed off every member of his family that would have been in line for the inheritance before him with his lightsaber. This included his father, mother, sister, and two brothers in his direct family not to mention the number of cousins, aunts, and uncles. As soon as he attained the Starship company he altered the productions to make the vessels that the Sith Empire uses to this day.
Lokiem, along with these Baruba and Shandi, were the Aristocrats that produced a majority of the things needed for the Sith Empire. It worked in the following manner: the other aristocrats would purchase large amounts of material and supplies, Lokiem would turn some of those materials into weapons by means of the Czerka facrtories, Baruba would also turn the remaining materials into ships of all kinds, and Shandi would use the kolto to manufacture into Med kits. All this was done at extremely discounted prices thusly the Empire continued to churn.
It's settled then, when this Dark Lord arrives we will temporarily tender our allegiences to him.
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Aug 7, 2007 18:28:22 GMT -5
Post by corm on Aug 7, 2007 18:28:22 GMT -5
Corm Perrin calmly surveyed the area as he walked towards the Sith head quarters, they weren't easy to find, or to get safe passage to this planet in that case, but he had made it. He was garbed in a white long sleeved white shirt made of thisck material tucked into a pair of black light combat pants with many pockets for storing things in, the pants where securely tucked into a pair of black combat boots. Other than his fists all he was armed with was a vibro knife concealed in his boot, he preffered his hands but sometimes a knife was necessary to get out of things. Ever since being in the military Corm didn't always find a joy in wearing civilian clothing, although many of his missions required him to. He stood and pressed the com button to the sith headquarters "Corm Perrin, here to register" he muttered in a fairly deep voice. He looked up at the building, making a mental note of the height it was from the ground, it was just a thing he did. As he waited for a reply he calmly kept a lookout for anything that might be wrong, just another precaution.
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Aug 8, 2007 11:43:28 GMT -5
Post by Jenno on Aug 8, 2007 11:43:28 GMT -5
The reply came coldy.
"Your orders have been recieved. Please come around to the side entrance, Mr. Perrin. There's a bit of a mess at the main door, thank you."
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Smoke billowed out of the remains of a former Republic escape pod bearing the crest of Subterrel. The pod had crashed far from the capital city, which was part of the reason it had crashed safely, the other part being that the sith still believed that subterrel was under their control, and so would not send interceptors out after this particular kind of Republic craft. To them, the man who lay partially conscious in the flaming wreckage was a friend.
But Erem Dukar had no friends.
The Ubese soldier stood up from the wreckage, surveying his surroundings. It wasn't hard. He could see the massive spire of the Military Headquarters in the distance. Arrogant fools... He took a step forward, and fire poured through his side. He looked down, and could see that the cause was a rather large piece of jagged metal.
Now, Dukar was never a medic, but he was a soldier, so he knew that had to come out, and so he took hold of the blunt end with a gloved hand and pulled until it came out. He looked at it for a moment. Blood went up the shard at least four inches. Not that bad, then. He turn and took off to the Military Headquarters at a run.
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At the side entrance of the Military headquarters, the door slid open to admit the military's newest operative.
(Wow, that was a bad post...)
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Aug 8, 2007 13:17:02 GMT -5
Post by corm on Aug 8, 2007 13:17:02 GMT -5
Corm Perrin nodded to himself and sharply turned around and headed towards the side of the military building. His face showed no emotion, but for a brief moment he wondered what he was getting into, but only for a moment. He shut the thought out immediately, in his profession there was now such thing as afterthought, that gor you killed. As the door hissed open he stepped out of the muunlllst day and into the building, wondering what awaited him here, whatever it was it would help him against the republic.
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The Magicus
"Time to erase the human factor from this equation."
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last online Sept 7, 2007 14:22:00 GMT -5
Force Sensitive
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Aug 8, 2007 18:48:59 GMT -5
Post by The Magicus on Aug 8, 2007 18:48:59 GMT -5
High above the Banking Clan homeworld, a long, wing-like vessel jumped out of hyperspace. It was soon apparent that this was not a vessel itself, as a Sith fighter dislodged itself from the docking clamp and sped towards the planet.
The Steel Raven's wings locked into flight position to minimise the effect of re-entry. Also, a heat shield extended to cover the relatively exposed cockpit.
The fighter screeched through the lower atmosphere, rapidly approaching the towering spire that was the Sith Military headquarters. As the tower came into focus, the landing struts extended, and it began to slow to a halt, hovering over one of the landing pads. Setting down, the whine of its ion engines faded to silence.
The cockpit began to shift, and a cloaked figure jumped out before it had even finished opening. Looking back at his ship for a moment, he proceeded to stride towards the entrance.
As he approached the entrance, a guard told him to a halt. Glaring at him for a moment, the Sith knight glanced at a pile of armor on the other side of the door, with a hole burned through the helmet. Obviously left as reminder.
"Unless you want to end up like your friend here, I suggest you open the door." he said in a cold voice, looking up at the guard again, the light catching his face and revealing icy blue skin and solid, glowing red eyes.
The guard froze for a moment, before nodding hastily. "Y-yes sir. I-in you g-go." he stammered, before moving to open the door.
"Good man." Val'dore said quietly, before proceeding inside.
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Aug 10, 2007 17:12:30 GMT -5
Post by corm on Aug 10, 2007 17:12:30 GMT -5
Corm stepped inside the building, it struck him as a typical military building, nothing grand about it, everything looked the same. The hallway he was in was lit with panels on each side casting their light on the grey walls. Even though there was enough light to see everything they grey walls made it sort of dismal, then again places like these weren't designed for comfort.
A woman dressed in the sith uniform stood waiting for him "If you could mister Perrin right this way" she said and pivoted around heading down the hall. Corm quickly followed after her, even though the comment wasn't an order the way she had said it showed it to be a command. He looked around the hall as he walked, there were no windows yet to be seen, and many unmarked doors, this place would prove to be rather difficult to escape from, if you had to. Corm saw few people as they traversed, and the of the few that he did none of them made eye contact, they all seemed to go about their buisness. They stopped at one of the unmarked doors and the woman spoke again "Colonel Gorven will see you now" and with that she turned and left, not waiting for Corm to enter the room. Before he entered corm thought to himself for a moment, during his training he had been told about Gorven, he was one of the officers in charge of the special agents of the sith. Corm walked forward and the door hissed open, he found himself in another dismal room, except these walls were white. All there was in the room was a grey metal desk with a computer terminal. At that desk sat a man, corm judged him to be in his forties, six feet tall more or less, and in need of a small diet. He had black hair that was balding and grey skin that mimicked the hallways. He was clothed in the traditional sith uniform with the insignia of a colonel. Corm stood at attention and saluted him, the colonel returned the salute and muttered "At ease soldier" Corm nodded and moved his legs shoulder width apart and crossed his hands behind his back and kept his face rigid and emotionless. The colonels eyes studied him for a moment, then turned to his terminal screen "Corm Perrin, aged twenty-two, started training two years ago?" "Yes sir" Corm remembered the training, they taugh him how to do so many things, and all of them had to do in some way with him killing. The one thing he remembered most was interrogation, they first taught him to withstand interrogation, that training lasted one month and it was pure torture, literally. They taught him how to interrogat others, assassination was easy but keeping them alive, that was harder. You had to be mentally prepared, corm was. "It is said in your file that you are very well suited for the job, you better hope so soldier, if not you'll be dead, and fast" "I know sir" "Good" the corporal nodded, he reached in his desk drawer and drew out a datapad "This is how we will contact you, the messages will be encrypted so you will need the password" He handed corm a small datachip, and the datapad "When you contact us the message must likewise always be encrypted" "Yes sir" "You are what we like to call an asset, you do whatever we tell you to do, no questions" "Yes sir" "Good" the colonel nodded "For now you will be stationed on Nar Shaddaa until you recieve further orders, a ship has been prepared for you and will be considered as yours, it is docked in space 3b, just talk to the docking officer. As far as weapons we will provide them when need be, you free to leave. Corm saluted him and turned around. He marched out of the room and walked down the hall. Of all the places to send him he wondered why Nar Shaddaa, but he didn't mind, that had to be one of the easiest places to hide in. He continued down the building until he got to the door from which he came. He exited and came back into the atmosphere of Muunillist, and looked around the area. Seeing where he thought the docks were to be he headed down that way.
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Aug 11, 2007 23:34:22 GMT -5
Post by corm on Aug 11, 2007 23:34:22 GMT -5
Corm continued on to the docking bay, passing by few people. There didn't seem to be much active life here, it didn't matter, less people to worry about. He arrived at the docks and headed over to the docking officer. She was a red haired woman in her thirties maybe, behind her were two guards standing with blasters ready. He instantely thought he was lucky not to have that job.
"Corm Perrin" he muttered, that was enough. The woman typed an entry into her terminal and nodded bringing her eyes up to meet his.
"All ready for you, the passcode for the ship and for access to fly off of this planet have been sent to your datapad" Corm nodded and headed down to where his ship was waiting. He entered dock 3b and looked at his ship.
"Well this is good" he muttered to himself as he looked at the wraid class feighter. He didn't know he would get a ship this good, he walked up the ramp and headed for the cockpit. Inside he nearly jumped from surprise as he was greeted by a droid "What are you doing here" he questioned the droid, he couldn't tell what type it was, he never cared much for droids.
"I am sorry sir corm I was assigned here to help you pilot thi-" corm waved a hand as he cut him off
"Whatever lets just get out of here" he sat down in the pilots seat next to the droid and started prepping for flight. He entered in the code to exit this place and spoke into the comm "Corm Perrin requesting to leave" he waited a few moments
"Code accepted you are free to depart" Corm nodded to himself and fired up the engines
"Well lets take this thing out of here" he muttered to the droid and piloted the ship out of the dock, zooming out into the atmosphere of muunillst. After a few minutes they were in the cold and darkness of space "Plot us a course to Nar Shaddaa" he muttered to the droid and sat back "I hate space travel" he said to himself.
"Yes sir" replied the droid and typed in the nav computer. After a few moments the droid piped up " Nar Shaddaa coordinates entered, prepare for hyperspace travel" with that the ship zoomed off. Corm leaned back and closed his eyes, this was possibly the most dull thing ever.
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Nov 23, 2007 21:04:47 GMT -5
Post by Axelpro on Nov 23, 2007 21:04:47 GMT -5
It had undoubtedly been a while since he had been at HQ. He arrived with Vakam on the small transport that departed from Dantooine. He had to remain on the farm planet until the Sith could send someone more suited to governmental issues than Lokiem.
While stationed on Dantooine he used Vakam, like a loyal dog, to route out all of the remaining resistance from the civilians. Lokiem took care not to harm the civilians, but merely detain them for the new official that would be coming in to deal with. In his reports he had a total of 7 individual resistance incidents, 3 organized resistance movements, and 1 mass riot. All this came to a grand total of 73 of Khoonda's inhabitants being incarcerated and waiting for the official to deliver verdict. To sum it up, it was one big headache.
Lokiem still had to make his report so he left. Leaving the soldiers that weren't of his own military unit on the planet to assist the new official, Lokiem was back on Muunilist to make his report of the events.
Stepping off the transport he saw that not too much had changed since he had left. He made his way to the HQ and entered only having to salute to a few troops who recognized him along the way. Of course he was shocked at what he saw once inside the HQ.
His wife and two children were standing before him with smiles on their faces. Vakam looked a little disgusted as Lokiem hustled over to embrace his children then his wife.
I wasn't expecting-
You weren't supposed to expect us dear, that is what a surprise is.
His daughter tugged on his shoulder forcing Lokiem to give attention to the young girl.
I thought we should all come see daddy as soon as he came back! I did good right?
Lokiem looked over to Vakam who had a look of disgust on his face, he was never one for families. Lokiem patted his daughter on the head as his eyes focused on Vakam.
Vakam, you're free to take a break, for now we don't have a mission.
As you wish Commander.
With that the Zeltron took his leave of Lokiem, who was in the presence of his family. With Vakam's presence officially gone Lokiem turned back to his young daughter.
It was a very good idea Castilla, you've made me very happy.
With joy beyond measure the young girl leapt into her father's arms, arms that immediately caught her and carried her. Lokiem's son looked at the display and there was a faint smirk on his face.
It's good to see you back and successful father. I completed my studies while you were away.
Yes my son, it is a good feeling, and I am very proud of you.
Aw, this is a very touching scene Noldem. Why didn't you invite me?
Lokiem, startled, turned to face the person who looked at him and his family. The person who stood before him was Zandar, the spy he had sent out during the battle. Zandar had gone missing during the battle and Lokiem thought he was lost, but it turned out otherwise as Zandar appeared a week after the battle was quelled. Commander Lokiem would then keep Zandar on staff as a spy used to bring each of the three resistance groups to light so Lokiem could act accordingly.
You still have yet to pay me.
Lokiem put his daughter on the ground and walked over to the Scout/Spy. His red eyes looked over Zander's person as if to assess his worth. With a pleasant smile he came up with a plausible idea for Zandar.
What do you say to becoming a family friend Zandar?
No way am I becoming a house servant!
Lokiem laughed at the assumption that Zandar had taken.
No, no, my friend, I mean that you will be paid by me, not the Sith, and you will answer to me, not the Sith. You'll be given a guest room at the house whenever you wish and as a result you'll always be welcome around the manor and my family. You job of course would by to do your normal work, just that you wouldn't technically serve a side. In a way I want you to be our guardian angel.
That actually sounds pretty good, of course it also sounds that you don't seem to be completely aligned with the Sith ways. Still I think that would be for best because I wasn't able to pay rent due to my absence from this planet so I do need a place to stay for the time being.
Then I hope we have a good friendship ahead of us. As for now I have to make my report.
As Zandar nodded, agreeing with the statement, Lokiem pulled out a device and punched in some numbers. The device dispensed a card and he gave the card to Zandar.
There's your pay for the Dantooine excursion. Your first order is to escort my family back home where I will be returning to once I finish my report.
Right away "master"
Commander Lokiem smiled at the small joke offered by Zandar. Giving a final smile followed by a wave Lokiem headed further into the main Sith building.
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Dec 16, 2007 16:20:22 GMT -5
Post by Axelpro on Dec 16, 2007 16:20:22 GMT -5
A new face walked towards the Sith Headquarters, well it wasn't necessarily a new face but rather one that hadn't been to the Sith Headquarters before. His dull blue eyes looked over the scene with an apathetic gaze. His hands weren't visible as they were folded in his sleeves. His brown hair blew gently in the soft breeze that had picked up.
Hm, the wind signifies change...
He continued forward until he was faced with the guards that stood before the grand entrance to the Headquarters. The immediately raised their weapons, their eyes running over the man before them to see if the could identify him.
Varion Astol, dark jedi, I have business with your masters.
Varion moved his cloak a little bit so the guards could see his lightsaber. The hilt was just enough proof for the guards for them to lower their aggressive stance.
All right, hurry up and go through.
It wasn't that the guards were afraid of the Dark Jedi, Dark Jedi, like Jedi, could be killed, but rather even an Acolyte of the Sith teachings automatically ranked above a mere grunt. That was something the guard would resent to no end, but his opinion did not matter.
Varion continued through and immediately went into the elevator. Silently he mused over his plan of action and how he would come before the Aristocrats. He took the lightsaber at his side into his hands and continued to muse as the held the cold metal in his hand.
I've lost my subtle rage because of that man, but I will stop these pretenders from using the Sith name for their own foolish plans. I believe my dulled abilities can at least accomplish that.
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Dec 23, 2007 1:17:11 GMT -5
Post by Axelpro on Dec 23, 2007 1:17:11 GMT -5
Varion continued taking steps toward the main chamber. It was a narrow walkway that, in an effort to show elegance, happened to be a lone bridge with rather large drop on either side. The two guards to the main entrance stepped forward in defiance to Varion.
State your business!
Varion had lost the taste for trying to stealthily infiltrate the audience hall to continue with his self assigned mission. It took a mere thought and one of the guards had been slammed against the boarder on the walkway and sent overboard to his demise. The second guard looked in shock, but before he could make any kind of noise so as to alert anyone to the presence of the Dark Jedi he was pressed against the wall with the force. Falling limb the guard made no moves as Varion walked up to the door, that opened automatically for him.
I have come to pass my own judgment on all of you. If you are to take the title of Sith then you must follow the rules of the Sith. If you are unfit to defeat me then I will take your place, that is the way of the Sith.
The words came out of Varion's mouth as he walked towards the center stage of the audience chamber. He could already sense that a majority of the Sith Aristocrats were present and were discussing some things. Slowly his red lightsaber came to life. His dull eyes were no more. In their stead was a pair of eyes engulfed in the red fires of raging emotion.
I feel alive again...
(keyword is most, so if you still want to make an aristocrat it is possible, but there might be a few changes to make the character more interesting.)
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Dec 27, 2007 3:09:40 GMT -5
Post by Axelpro on Dec 27, 2007 3:09:40 GMT -5
Ha ha ha, you can't be serious. We have brought the Sith from utter ruin to the great company you see-Gwah!
Varion cut through the Aristocrat with the red glowing light that he wielded with expertise. Seething the darkened warrior turned to the other Aristocrats who simply sat, unable to grasp what they were seeing.
The Sith is not a company!
He imbued his leg muscles with the force and jumped from his position to another Aristocrat chair striking down the Muun that was sitting there.
The Sith are a people, that have been forgotten until now. I have felt this Lord Everos, and I feel that even he pales in comparison to the true Sith, Sith that even had Darth Revan frightened.
With the force he reached out and grasped one of the Aristocrats and began choking the life out of him.
Guards, Assassin!
Before the Aristocrat could say anything else Varion crushed his wind pipe. Immediately Varion tossed aside the Aristocrat and prepared for the battle that he could feel coming towards him. When they arrived Varion immediately worked with the force, manipulating it through his right hand. One of the soldiers flew backwards, but the other soldier jumped a good 15 feet, a mere arm's length away from Varion. Bringing his Vibroblade down caused Varion to block the attack. It was at that point Varion realized he was fighting an "super trooper" who was no doubt developed using a specific stimulant program. Varion waved his hand over the soldier and he turned. The soldier immediately made an attempt at one of the Aristocrats.
The other guards pointed their guns at Varion and began firing. One of the blaster bolts Varion deflected hit a light creating a small explosion. The small embers from the explosion landed on the rug and the place began to burn.
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Dec 30, 2007 1:58:36 GMT -5
Post by Axelpro on Dec 30, 2007 1:58:36 GMT -5
Hands up Jedi!
Varion just looked at the soldier who pointed his gun at the Dark Jedi. His gaze was with the dull blue eyes he had before he started his mission. There was a silence as Varion continued out of the smoldering room that was the Aristocrat Audience room.
Put your weapon down, your masters are dead. Send some people here to extinguish these flames and then begin remodeling this room into a throne room. You will still get paid, but now you will get paid from me rather than your former masters. I will take control of their assets in due time. Know that your allegiance is now to the true Sith.
There was a pause as the soldier was undoubtedly considering his position and how he should receive the order. Of course the driving factor in his decision was the fear of the Force and those who could wield it freely. The soldier's gun lowered and Varion walked past him to continue with matters he had to deal with.
I need a fire squad to the audience chamber...
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Dec 30, 2007 10:30:20 GMT -5
Post by Jenno on Dec 30, 2007 10:30:20 GMT -5
It suddenly grew very cold in the military HQ. Ice trailed itself along the walls and crawled, snakelike, across the floor as distantly the sound of footsteps on ice echoed. The Apprentice moved up the stairways and along the corridors, following the fighting. He now bore a large gash on the right side of his face.
Punishment.
He was a pathetic creature, indeed. He had had his name and memory ripped from him and given a single goal. He knew he would be killed once his task was completed. He was of no further use to the Dark Lord. But he knew no better, and he had nothing to live for. After all, he had requested only one thing of the Dark Lord since his creation a week ago. He wanted to know his name, and he would be given it. This was his belief, and why he now walked where his master could not and used power he could not control.
The sith had not heeded his warnings. They had not moved the fleet to the border. They had struck at Dantooine and now were aiming for a new world. These were not the Dark Lord's orders. They would have to be rectified.
The Apprentice followed the echo of past conflict all the way up to the room where the Dark Jedi awaited. He, it seemed, was the cause of the disobedience. The Apprentice stepped into the room.
You have crossed the Dark Lord. You have disobeyed his orders. You are already dead.
He said, extending his fiery saber and lunging at the Dark Jedi.
(Care to show these people how DeathMatch combat is done, Axelpro?)
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Knight
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Dec 31, 2007 17:43:43 GMT -5
Post by Axelpro on Dec 31, 2007 17:43:43 GMT -5
(who will moderate?)
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Master
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Dec 31, 2007 18:35:09 GMT -5
Post by Jenno on Dec 31, 2007 18:35:09 GMT -5
(We'll have to find somebody)
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Knight
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Jan 19, 2008 16:48:32 GMT -5
Post by Axelpro on Jan 19, 2008 16:48:32 GMT -5
(we ever find anybody?)
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Necro Stormborn
Wants Karl Back
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hmm... i knew i missed something...
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Guardian
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Jan 20, 2008 23:47:18 GMT -5
Post by Necro Stormborn on Jan 20, 2008 23:47:18 GMT -5
((LMAO... i hate to interject.. but psf is probably ur best chance.. im looking forward to this.. so if you'd like I will help pester PSF into modding this! =) ))
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Zarkan
Octoboobies! omnomnomnomnom
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Mists of time swirl about the mists of the mind.
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Master
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Feb 4, 2008 21:23:42 GMT -5
Post by Zarkan on Feb 4, 2008 21:23:42 GMT -5
((Xoajii's been around alot lately too if you want to try him.))
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