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Nov 17, 2008 7:03:22 GMT -5
Post by Daren & Donald Kail on Nov 17, 2008 7:03:22 GMT -5
Daren scurried the holocron in his cloak. He would keep that for a later time. Daren watched as Grawn put the mask on. He then suddenly felt a spike in the force and a major upset. Then it leveled itself back out and Daren found himself breathing deeply. As they made their way out Grawn asked what he wanted to do. Daren wanted to finally have his revenge upon the Jedi but he wasn’t ready. Still the force was calling out to him. The Valley was calling him, he couldn’t control the urge to go to it. He had felt this call before but now it was much stronger. He knew he had a purpose there and he couldn’t stay away, “You may do as you like…I won’t force you to go with me. But I have business in the Valley. I do not know what it is but it’s important.” Daren looked at Grawn and saw his cloak he pulled out with the force and wrapped it around his body. He put his hood onto his head concealing his face again. He felt a large disturbance in the force and knew what he had to do, “Thank you.” he said bowing, “I am going to the valley…” Daren started walking towards the Valley, if Grawn was going to follow he’d let him. He then felt that some mercenaries were still out there but they wouldn’t be a problem. His robes fluttered in the wind around him. It would be a long walk and he had a lot to think about.
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Nov 17, 2008 8:16:31 GMT -5
Post by Iota on Nov 17, 2008 8:16:31 GMT -5
Xavier had spent no time being idle, he set his ship the dark descent to top speed as he enter the atmosphere of Korriban. The ship soared through the sky as an eagle would. The engines howling like a beast of the night. It had been along time since Xavier had stepped foot on this planet andhe wasn't going to wait either. He sent the ship into barrell roles to bypass the odd small freighters that flew in low orbit. He set the ship into a nose dive approach towards the ground, the ship hurtling towards its impending doom, but Xavier would deny the ship its death. He pulled hard up on the controls, now the ship was all but 20 feet from the surface. It was not long for Xavier to find the valley of the sith lords, his old home where he was taught by his old master. "Stay on the ship until i say otherwise." he stated to Tesa and Cassandra.
Meanwhile a handful of mercaneries ran out from one of the tombs, they ran with fear and fright in their eyes. The were part of a small expedition force paid for andled by a business ownerwho had taken it upon himself to try to find some sort of artifact of ancient design to start off a collection. They had started their search in one of the remote southern tombs and it was not long until the corruption and manipulation of the long dead sith lord began. "Holy bantha! *gasps for air* this place is turning into a war zone... we ain't getting paid enough to fight this battle!" one of the mercs stated. The Dark Descent landed with in 200 metres of the mercs, they saw this as their chance to hi-jack and escape this chaos that ensued near by. "Quick men, theres our escape plan!" one of the mercs with out hesitance replied.
The ramp of the ship opened up, the mercs hurrying to their make shift positions to try and hold up the inhabitants of the ship. Out of the darkness of the ship, a tall man wearing what seemed to be some sort of fuedal gothic knight armour descended down the ramp. The mercs simultaniousley gulping but with little choice they had to try to escape. "Freeze mother fracker! the ship is ours, place your hands on your head and step away from the ship!" one of the mercs shouted.
Xavier by this point was at the bottom of the ramp, standing on the sandy terrain of this desolate planet. He tilted his heada few centre metres to the side before raising his hand to his chest heght, his hand was open, his fingers stretched out, he simply made a fist, with this action the blasters the men were holding seemed to implode on themselves. The mercs incredibly startled by this started to step slowly back wards, for they knew they wouldn't last long.
One of the mercs dived behind arock hoping and praying he would be left alone whilst the remaining 3 mercs froze on the spot in fear and terror and rightfully so, because xavier was not finished. He lowered his right arm and raised it again, this time the 3 mercs started to levitate in the air, the men screaming for help in a desperate plea for somebody to intervene. Xavier raised an eyebrow slightly before lunging his arm to the left violently, the men seemed to glide through the air with some velocity. They crashed against one of the many pillars in the valley. Xavier then threw his arm to his right, sending the men to the otherside of the valley crashing against another pillar. He brought his arm to point dead in front of him, the men lining up infront of him, he raised his arm so the men would raise several more feet in the air. He then recoiled his right arm, he clenched both his fists and pushed them violently towards the men. Wth this action two forks of lightning jumped to life from his fingers, the electicity jumping from one beam to the next until they came into contact with the mercs. Xavier held this position until the bodies were lifeless. He retracted his hands and merely let the smoldering smoking corpeses fall to the floor.
Xavier had noticed the fourth man cowering behind the rock, he would leave no deed unpunished, he used the force to move the rock where he was hiding, by this point the merc had soiled himself at the prospect of the torture that he had coming to him. Xavier once again raised his right arm to chest level, the man started to levitate as he quietly shed his last tear thinking of his family. Xavier tilted his head at a 45 degree angle before clenching his fist. The last merc screamed in intense agony as his body started to implode and crush itself, the screaming turning into a bloody gurgle as blood spewed out from his mouth. The body almost in a ball shape, the man had died a painful death, Xavier let the body hit the floor.
When the body had touched down onto the sand, Xavier fell to one knee taking a deep breath, a sweat beed falling from his eyebrow. He had drained himself over using the force to kill these mercs. He knew it but he was in no good mood to do otherwise, they were in his way, he was determined to find the source of this tremer he felt on mygeeto.
Xavier looked down to the sand, he slowly cupped some of the sand from the surface and let it run through his fingers, each granual floating away from the gaps in his hands, he simply thought to himself. "It has been too long.."
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Nov 17, 2008 9:13:20 GMT -5
Post by Iota on Nov 17, 2008 9:13:20 GMT -5
((modified post to say why the mercs were there and unrelated to your group.))
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Nov 17, 2008 12:14:42 GMT -5
Post by Grawn on Nov 17, 2008 12:14:42 GMT -5
Grawn had sensed a major disturbance in the Force, like a stone being thrown into a pond, sending shockwaves across a once tranquil surface. Momentarily looking at the speeder bike, he let go and began to follow Darne towards the Valley, the source of the ripple. His mask gave him a different view of the world, he saw the currents of dark side power flowing all around the two Dark Jedi before, but now, they were being channeled to one location.
"I will accompany you. The Jedi and I have unfinished business.", he said to Daren as he came to his side, his dark cloak hood up and the end of his cloak cape trailing on the dead ground. He recalled his defeat on Coruscant vividly, as well as his near conversion on Tatooine. Grawn had been a fool to think redemption was a choice for him, but he realized long ago he didnt want redemption. The Dark side was his ally in all things, he would wield it and bring reform to the galaxy.
They continued to walk for awhile before they came to a cliff that looked down on the Valley and Grawn raised an eyebrow as a ship had taken up what had once been an empty zone before the two Dark Jedi left the Valley. Through the mask, the ship and a single person that stood outside of it, pulsed with dark power. It was to such a degree that the currents of the Dark side energy of Korriban was being drawn to that person.
He turned his head to Daren, his mask covering his face that had the hint of uncertainty. "What do you make of that?", he asked.
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Nov 17, 2008 13:37:57 GMT -5
Post by 10Tickler on Nov 17, 2008 13:37:57 GMT -5
Back on Xavier's ship, a rather stunted Female sat, awaiting further orders with her compatriot, Annoyance flowing through her veins like hot lava. "Stay on the ship unless I say otherwise." His voice rang through her mind where it had originated in the first place, a haunting reminder of the annoyance of Uselessness.
Cassandra Libertas was not only annoyed, no, not anymore. Now she was pissed off. Stay on the ship, Tell me what you see, where is this person, who is that person the commands that rang through her inflamed thoughts, reminding her of her "Duties" sounded just like his voice. Ugh, she muttered, standing from her seat and moving to a wall, Punching it as hard as she could -Which wasn't very hard- and managing to leave a reddish-brown stain where her knuckles had cracked against the Durasteel plating.
To Hell with orders and commands she muttered, returning to her seat and pulling the silken cloth that she wore around her face from it's usual position, wrapping the fabric around her bleeding knuckles with a sort of Nonchalant care. Finishing this task Quickly, she gripped her Staff in the hand she had just injured, standing from the shadowy seat she tended to occupy and entering her head into the lights of the Cabin.
In the light, her frame was twice as ghastly, her pale, emaciated frame casting shadows all over itself, her stringy hair missing in patches across her head, like some sort of Grisly doll, and when she opened her eyelids...there was nothing. If a void could be seen, this is where it would be. Where white and color eyes should have been, there was merely a pair of empty holes. To most, it would be a terrifying sight.
Orders and commands be fed to a Lylek Cassandra said loudly, triggering the Hatch-Release button that would let her outside, and as it lowered, she walked down it, the staff in her hand keeping her from falling.
Once outside, Cassandra inhaled deeply through her nose, the tainted air of Korriban filling her lungs with the Glorious energy of the Dark side, the energy that gave her the power to hate all things living, yet to keep living herself. It was amazing, it was empowering, and inhaling deeply a Second time, she was energized suddenly, an aura seeming to build around her, then dispersing.
In the dispersal, she suddenly saw everything around her, her mind's eye marking each person, each beast, Force-User and Non, everything was open to her mind now. With another breath, she laughed heartily. I can see why you'd want me to stay out of this air, out of this power... she muttered to herself as she started to walk towards the Tombs that she knew lay ahead of her, Exploration sounding fun to her at the moment.
She had felt the Men approaching her from all sides for some time now, she had known their fears for at least a minute, however, to keep up the games in her mind, when they jumped out screaming and holding their blasters aimed at her, she screeched in mock terror. 'Ands Up! one of them -obviously the leader- shouted over the winds of the planet, his Blaster raised to aim at her torso as he looked the young Woman over with an Appraising eye. And just What have we here? he said, licking his lips as his men approached her, taking Cassandra's staff and forcing her hands behind her back.
You're going to Die now The Girl said to the one holding her as she shifted her head to the side, just barely avoiding the flying insect, propelled by the winds as it latched to the man's face behind her, breaking his nose violently, the blood from it staining her dress as he screeched in pain, the insect's mouths eating the flesh of his face as he tried in vain to rip it off.
Smiling, Cassandra turned to the leader, her eye sockets no longer empty-looking. Instead, they seemed to hold fire, swirling in a tempest of Fury. Your mother's dying of Rotting she said to him, Unless you duck don't Duck in 5 seconds, you will too in a year she added, grabbing her staff back from the other merc as the leader turned around, looking in vain for whatever was going to strike him.
Too late Cassandra said, sitting on the ground and smiling as a rock fell from above them, from off the canyon walls and Struck him, Taking a Good Quarter of his head off and Splattering Cassandra and the Last man with Brains and blood. Standing, the Girl left the last man where he was, curled up and blubbering incoherently, the shock too much for him to stand.
Men she said
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Dire Wolf
So who's ready to help me sock ol Adolf on the jaw?!
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Nov 17, 2008 13:49:40 GMT -5
Post by Dire Wolf on Nov 17, 2008 13:49:40 GMT -5
((OOC: I like that idear, Vreem, I think I will do it as well. Y'all should know when I go unconcious. All of you kidz below the age of 13 be fowe wawned! below will contain matewial that will prolly give you nightmawes! )) While the Jedi Masters seemed to argue about this ghosts lethality, Ryn stayed silent. The odd looking runes and hieroglyphs on the walls where far more interesting than some old Sith Lord that probably wanted nothing more than to lament over his death, or mourn his life. While he kept himself somewhat aware of his surrondings, he directed most of his attention to the glyph covered walls. One of these runes caught his attention, it seemed to call to him "Don't do it, Ryn. . . ." he thought to himself as he slowly traced the sharp symbol with his finger, and to his amazement an eeire orange glow seemed to follow his finger as it traced the symbol. Ryn instantly pulled back his finger, the rune was now glowing red hot and he could feel the heat washing off of the wall. Almost instantly the world began to spin around him. Suddenly it all stopped. Ryn instantly looked at the glyph to find it like every other glyph on the wall, old and cryptic. Suddenly, Ryn felt the urge to turn around, and he did. When he did he saw something that will haunt him for the rest of his life. He saw the dismembered and corpses of Jace, Lon, Vreem, and Jeh'rad, smelt the pungent odor of burnt flesh, flesh that was seared by a lightsaber. Ryn could even hear the blood curdling cries of the dieing Jedi, but something was strange. . . . he could not sense their pain in the Force. Then he saw two men step out a shadows: the first was the Dark Jedi from Coruscant and the second was an odd looking humanoid, he looked like he had two small tentacles hanging off of his lips. (True Sith, wookieepedia it.) Ryn instantly ignited one end of his lightsaber, it was obvious who commited this act, it was not the Dark Jedi, there was no way that he could have bested Vreem, Jace, and Jeh'rad at once. "Who are you? What do you want?" Ryn said in a commanding voice, the stange humanoid only laughed as Grawn ignited his lightsaber and walked menacingly towards him. Ryn held his ground, he defeated this man once and he can do it again. Grawn suddenly attacked him with lightning speed, even with his force-powered reflexes the Dark Jedi was hard to block, let alone parry and counter attack. ((OOC: Sorry for posting out of order, but seeing as neither I nor Lon has posted for awhile I hope you will understand.))
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Nov 17, 2008 16:00:00 GMT -5
Post by Jace on Nov 17, 2008 16:00:00 GMT -5
(OOC:Yay for people! and Ryn its ok about the posting order since we are all kinda going into our own thing as of now.Btw Vreem I think many of us here are planning to go past PG-13 and have bloody descriptions and the like so by all means go ahead.)
Jace was walking along slowly, looking left and right every so often to look at the glyphs that were engraved into the walls. He suddenly sensed a great disturbance in the force and he turned to speak to the others
"There is a great disturbance..."
Jace's voice trailed off as he realized that there was no one else with him. Jace closed his eyes and focused his mind, and reopened them but still no one was around. Jace knew exactly what this was but at the same time he couldn't be sure that it wasn't real. His mind was telling him it was a trick, but the force seemed to be telling him it was not.
The dark side of the force is strong indeed he thought to himself
Suddenly Jace's ears picked up the sound of yelling and clashing lightsabers. Jace's feet began moving on their own and he ran through the caves toward the sound. He reached the opening into a big cavern when suddenly something jumped a few feet in front of him and yelled.
"Jaaaaaace watch out!"
He realized that it was a person, and not just anyone, it was Ryn. Something bright protruded from his abdomen, only then did Jace realize that it was a red lightsaber. Jace watched with horror as he saw the light leave Ryn's eyes. He saw a faceless Dark Jedi just standing there, but before Jace could react, he disappeared. Before Jace's mind could react, he heard yet again screams and the clash of sabers. He ran off in the direction from which they were coming, and as he was running a voice with no distinct source spoke to him.
"You failed to save your precious Jedi friend Jace, how many more will you let die right in front of your eyes. How many more must sacrifice themselves so your greedy self may live on. You lead them here on your own agenda and then let them die for you too. You have failed to save another, just as you failed to save Barr-"
"Enough!" yelled Jace, though no one was around.
Jace once again entered the mouth of another large opening and yet another person jumped in front of him and yelled
"Watch out Jace!!!"
Jace watched in horror again as the lights left this person's eyes, but this time it was Lon's. Once again he saw the same Dark Jedi, and once again his face was unclear. For the third time Jace heard the clash of lightsabers and he ran again until he reached the next cave and watched again as another died right before his eyes. This time it was Master Vreem. Something was different this time, the Dark Jedi was fighting someone else, it was Master Jeh'rad. Jace could not bear to watch the life leave another one of his companions eyes. Anger and Hate began to swell up in him, it was like a rising storm. Just then the voice reappeared and spoke to him.
"Yes, let the anger and hate run through your body, let it make your powerful. Take the life from the person who has taken the life of your friends. Let revenge and wrath drive you to your goals, it will make you powerful beyond measure"
Jace gripped his lightsaber tightly, and he could almost feel the hate emanating from him. Just as Jace was about to charge, a picture of Barrin Solaris smiling flashed through his mind. Jace's grip on his lightsaber loosened, and the aura of hate slowly began disappear. He said one word in a calm yet strong voice
"No"
Jace's lightsaber ignited and he ran towards the Dark Jedi, who was about to finish Jeh'rad off. The Dark Jedi turned to engage him they both slashed their sabers at the same time. It was in this deadlock that the face of the Dark Jedi became clear, and Jace froze.
It was the face of the Dark Jedi who killed Barrin Solaris, the man who acted as Jace's surrogate father.
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Nov 17, 2008 16:11:12 GMT -5
Post by Daren & Donald Kail on Nov 17, 2008 16:11:12 GMT -5
Daren looked down to the ship and said nothing. The Force had no betrayed him this was the presence he had felt before. This was the thing he had been waiting for…the Jedi could wait. He started making his way down the valley, he had forgotten all about Grawn. His business was in the valley. The man outside the ship called to him. He spoke in a deep voice that sent chills down Daren’s spine. Daren walked towards the man he finally could see the horrific display before him. The man wore dark armor that could only be the of the Dark side. The force was extremely powerful with this one. He could see the dead mercenaries around him and he tensed. Daren focused with the force and tried to see anything about this one. He felt the Gothic titan turn towards him with the force…He had been spotted. Daren pulled out his lightsaber and ignited it out of instinct. He felt a deep fear go through him but also a strange strength. He felt assured that this was not where he would die. This is where he would begin…He waited for the Dark man to respond.
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Nov 17, 2008 16:37:34 GMT -5
Post by Iota on Nov 17, 2008 16:37:34 GMT -5
{{Daren gave me permission to "control" his character for this post}}
Xavier stood up slowly as he recovered from using his abilities extensively, he felt hatred yet so much fear. He knew another was close by, experienced in the dark arts but by no means a threat to him. He paid no heed to the stranger until he tried to telepathically probe Xavier. Xavier never did like those trying to look into him, it made him borderline angry, but there had been enough killing for now.
"Fueled by hate..Consumed by fear" Xavier used the force to talk to Daren, the deep bellowing voice that xavier projected would of echo'ed with in daren's mind. Xavier did not retaliate to the ignition of the strangers lightsaber, instead he kept his stance, still looking away from the stranger. "You are strong.. but not that strong.. you wish not to die this day"
Xavier raised his right arm in the direction of Daren, he made a gesture with his index and middle finger to "come here", Daren's lightsaber ithout hesitation shot from his grasp and flew like a bullet into Xavier's hand. Xavier took a moment to inspect the lightsaber before igniting it "Crude..basic..yet efficient..good job..you have been taught well" Xavier finally turned to face Daren who had been slowly making his way towards him. The only part of Xavier's body that could be seen were his glowing deep yellow haunted eyes of corruption and knowledge.
Xavier deactivated the lightsaber and brought both hands to his right side making a small ball shape with his hands, he waited for a few seconds before pushing forward. He had released a potent version of force push towards Daren, he stood flaberghausted, he didn't react quick enough and the ability smacked him in the torso like a strong right hook from a boxer. Daren was sent hurtling back 40 odd feet, as he was in mid flight Xavier used the force to jump high and towards the unsuspecting dark jedi, As daren finally came to a halt Xavier came crashing down towards him, his right knee thudding the ground to the right of Daren's head.
"stay out of my head.." he simply said before standing and walking a few steps away. He tossed Daren's lightsaber towards him.
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Nov 17, 2008 16:48:37 GMT -5
Post by Daren & Donald Kail on Nov 17, 2008 16:48:37 GMT -5
Daren caught his breath and reattached his lightsaber. This Dark Jedi was powerful…extremely so. “I would tell you my name.” Daren said approaching cautiously, “But I’m sure you’ve already taken it from my mind.” Daren then bowed in respect, “Forgive me for any insult.” Daren stood close to the Dark Jedi and observed the craftsmanship of the helm he wore, “It’s beautiful.” he said looking into his dark yellow eyes. He felt he hadn’t lost the holocron and smiled he then looked back up to the Dark lord, “What is your business here?” Daren looked towards the caves, “Mine was with the Jedi, but now I feel it is with you.” Daren stood still and calm awaiting the response of the strange new visitor. He felt he had no intention of getting into stupid quarrels but he thought it was worth mentioning
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Nov 17, 2008 17:03:31 GMT -5
Post by Iota on Nov 17, 2008 17:03:31 GMT -5
Xavier looked to Daren for a moment before responding "I am Lord Xavier Libertas" he spoke to Daren through the force mainly due to being mute. "This helmet was a "gift" from my old master who i destroyed for being weak" Xavier put his arms behind his back and linked them together in a regal manner "Jedi? yes i have sensed them.. it seems they have fallen into an acient trap set by the long dead sith lords...i know these tombs well for i spent many years here a long time ago."
Xavier started to walk to the centre of the valley before stopping in the dead centre, he was waiting for the jedi to come out if they could survive the mental mind games of the acient sith lords.
"i felt a tremer.. i feel it was caused by you, your comrade and these jedi in close proximity of one another." Xavier keeping his regal pose looked to Daren "You have the potential to be stronger than you are now and i have the knowledge to teach you." Xavier smiled in a sinister fashion under his helmet.
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Nov 17, 2008 17:17:05 GMT -5
Post by Daren & Donald Kail on Nov 17, 2008 17:17:05 GMT -5
Daren smiled and followed to the Xavier, he bowed before him and lowered his head “I have been taught once before…by a Dark Jedi much weaker than you. I sense what you tell me to be true, but do not underestimate me for I haven’t underestimated you.” Daren smiled while looking up to the Dark Lord awaiting his fate, “what is shall we do my master?” Daren could feel the Jedi in there. Being close to Xavier made him feel much in the force. His mere presence increased his awareness of the galaxy, and it’s darkness. He felt calm and under control but at the same time powerful. It was a good feeling something a Jedi could even enjoy without feeling guilty. Daren awaited his master’s orders patiently, but added, “I have unfinished business with the masters in there…they betrayed me and my father. I’d like to know why.” Daren said absent mindly, he hadn’t thought about his father in years. He wondered if he was alive but the Force answered him…yes…alive and well.
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Nov 17, 2008 17:28:30 GMT -5
Post by Iota on Nov 17, 2008 17:28:30 GMT -5
Xavier remained still, not a single muscle moving, his gaze remained dead ahead as if he was waiting, he was waiting indeed "We shall let the jedi try to escape, if they do then we should not under estimate them."
Xavier eventually showing some sort of life looked slowly to darren. "I cannot tell you how or why they betrayed you but the jedi disregard those who do not follow their dogmatic views aswell as their code and conduct" Xavier returned to his original pose, quiet, not a muscle twitching.
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Nov 17, 2008 17:38:39 GMT -5
Post by Daren & Donald Kail on Nov 17, 2008 17:38:39 GMT -5
Daren stood next to his master not looking at to him as well. He lowered his hood and observed the wasteland of Korriban it’s power was strong and the Jedi would emerge ready for them if they successes in the deep dark of the tombs. Daren meditated to himself enjoying the calm that had fallen upon him. He would wait by his new master’s side. Daren respected him he could feel not only his power but his deep wisdom. This was the master he should have had. He didn’t know what his new master would do when the Jedi arrived but whatever it was….he would be right there by his side. He felt the force had become calm as himself. Clear it was a strange feeling, before the Force had been mysterious but for this brief moment it slowed down and revealed things to Daren. Daren pondered upon them absently wondering if Xavier knew what he was thinking.
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Nov 17, 2008 18:38:01 GMT -5
Post by Vreem Took on Nov 17, 2008 18:38:01 GMT -5
(OOC: As we’re all basically writing the singular events of our characters the posting order doesn’t really need to kept, so long as we don’t end up double/triple posting etc. And it looks like the three of us have the same sort of idea, although I hope mine comes across slightly different and how I intend it, rather dark . Warning, this contains descriptions of a dark and gory nature, some of the younger readers may wish to avoid this piece.) As his eyes were raped and violated by the dust-filled air they began to brim with soft, sweet water which trickled down his face almost like the saddening tears of sorrow. Vreem’s feet crashed against the floor as he desperately sprinted towards the chamber up ahead, from which numerous sounds streamed unheard by his deaf ears. All he could think about was getting to that chamber in order to help his fellow Jedi. He reached the chamber and his pounding footfalls dulled until they were nothing more than lamenting strides. As he came to a halt he was greeted with a splatter of blood across his face, the languid crimson droplets were no more welcome upon his flesh than the sight which bore into his eyes only to swirl painfully with the accumulated dust. All along the dim rough walls where symbols, images and tales of old had been etched there was blood, almost as if the cracks of the wall had been weeping the dark, vile elixir. A cold sweat exuded from his sulphurous pours as his despairing gaze fell onto the amalgamation of grit and blood as it formed grotesque mutated shapes upon the filth infested floor. At his feet rested the mutilated corpse of a man, a man whose flesh had been rigorously ripped and torn until all of the blood contained within his body trickled lifelessly into a pool which surrounded his carcass. It soaked into the rough gravelled ground and tainted it, turning it a dark sickly shade of crimson. Vreem looked down at the features of the man, for the body had fallen facing upwards. His elegant silver hair was tarnished by the deep tones of the blood as the long strands soaked in the still-seeping substance which was now becoming thick and clotted. But it was the eyes which almost caused Vreem to shy away. They were wide, wider than the eyes of any living person’s could ever be, so wide in fact that it looked like the eyelids had been completely ripped off. The faint expression Vreem could make out was one of fear and pain, yet the pain seemed to break through the surface of the man’s eye, until it flashed in Vreem’s mind. He felt it too. How his body had been hacked and slashed time and time again by the blade drenched in death, and how his mind had been raped and molested, every one of his deepest darkest fears forced out of their sheltered hiding place until he was made to confront them. And then, he had been killed, the blade had been run through his heart so quickly that there had been no chance to confront those fears, overcome them in those last few redeeming moments of life, he had died will all his regrets in his mind and on his heart. And Vreem had felt it all. Once again he regarded the lifeless body of Jeh’rad Verai'cal, a strong and powerful member of the Jedi Order, degraded to little more than a bloody trophy on the dust covered floor. Those bright yellow eyes were now faded by the white of his glazed over eyes, all life, soul and spirit had been sucked out of them and splattered across the wall and floor. They were empty, no life was welcome in that cold stare. Around the room were the bodies of both Ryn and Lon, one was slumped against the ancient wall, a gaping hole where their right arm should be, from it flowed a fountain of blood which continued to spill across the floor. Meanwhile the other corpse lay alone in the middle of the chamber, the body stiff, fingers, arms, jaw, legs and back all positioned in odd, rigid shapes, ones which a living person would not be able to bear for more than a few moments. And still the skin prickled with the sparks of electricity. Vreem felt both of these. There was no dignity with these deaths; they were both unceremonious and unscrupulous, certainly not fitting deaths for great Knights of the Jedi Order. But there was one man still living. Jace Beleren, wise Master and Vreem’s fellow Council Member. Yet there was no decorum in his stance either. He was on his knees, degraded to little more than a provocative prisoner. His head hung low, lolling around as he tried to maintain consciousness. He clutched the stump that had once been his right hand, from which a naked and defiled bone extruded. The hand in question lay but a few feet away from Jace, its fingers were clasped into the jagged form of a claw, and yet it had been tarnished further. Vreem could sense the taint of the Dark Side upon it, at a second glance he could see how the skin and bone had been crushed with the Force, bone had splintered melded with the flesh until they became one and the same. Instantly Vreem had recognized the man responsible for all, it was a man he’d killed many many years ago, Kel Yuul, his Master. He still possessed the same large and wicked grin as he had the day he’d died, one boasting strength and cruelty the likes of which Vreem had yet to see bested. Eventually their eyes met and locked in a gaze which spewed both hatred and content. Just the sight of this man had been enough to push Vreem into defying the code and Order he clung to ever so dearly. They shared no words, for there were no words to share, only the gross accumulation of emotion to throw at each other through their burning gaze. And then that wretched smile seemed to grow further, engulfing his entire face as he stepped forward and with his left hand he roughly clasped some of Jane’s hair and lifted it up so that his head was no longer drooping. He also raised his right arm high into the air; in his hand was a blood-red blade which dripped maliciously as it hungered for yet more blood, death and carnage. Without much of a pause or an opening for Vreem to act, Kel brought the blade down and across in a bloody swath to decapitate the stunned Jedi Master. Vreem could only watch with horror, he found himself unable to act, time was resisting against his will and against his body, tying him down in mortal constraints. He could only watch as the blade seemed to move through the air like the sun across the sky, eventually dawning on the soft ample contours of Jace’s neck. It broke through the flesh, ripped through nerves, tore through muscle tissue, severed significant arteries, chipped and cracked bone until eventually it had passed through the neck completely, leaving the head hanging freely Kel’s hand. Without little thought or consideration he tossed it over towards Vreem, it landed at his feet, rolling until it stopped, death-filled eyes gazing at his blood soaked boots. Vreem had felt it again. By now most would have found it hard to contain the contents of their stomach, but Vreem had seen things throughout his life that had hardened his stomach, but he still felt the quite lurch from deep within. As his hand writhed desperately towards the falling body of Jace a maniacal laugh boomed and echoed around him. Kel’s lips were sealed shut. It surfaced once again, hanging over him like bad memory. He was a bad memory, it hadn’t taken him long to figure out the source of the laughter. Yet the man who stepped out of the shadowed doorway was not him. But it was someone who meant a lot to Vreem. It was Ren, his lost apprentice. Ren moved to Kel Yuul’s side, before him stood two of his three flaws as a Jedi. Kel Yuul was his hate, the anger which squandered and boiled deep within his heart. Ren was his compassion, the boy he’d lost to the Dark Side all those years ago, yet he had been unable to act, and he still was. Then stepped forth the last figure, he finally revealed his presence to Vreem. Those lecherous lips twisted in their coy and ever-knowing smile set off Vreem’s emotions like the taunting of a pack of caged nexu. Grahn Mhor, the man who for three years had beaten him until he passed out from the pain, electrocuted him until his skin would prickle and spark with static and singed his flesh until it seemed nothing more than cinders. He was the reason Vreem had to endure all those speculative looks even as he sat on the Council, it was that vile and grotesque old man who had orchestrated all of it, every last thing which had gone wrong in his life could be linked back to this old man. He was Vreem’s darkness, the darkness that, even since his redemption, had not left him but instead slowly accumulated within him. And now before him stood the three figures which held more baring over his life than anyone else. But what was to come was something he couldn’t comprehend. (OOC: Okay, that dragged on for longer than I thought it would, but basically that's part one of two. I like to think I've stepped my game up with this post.)
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Nov 17, 2008 22:41:51 GMT -5
Post by Grawn on Nov 17, 2008 22:41:51 GMT -5
Grawn watched the events unfold between the dark man and Daren, somewhat with interest. The dark man had come for Daren, not Grawn, he refused to beg for power like some unkempt wretch begging for credits. If Daren was to go with the dark one, he would do so and Grawn would do nothing to interfer. Taking one last look at the pair, noting the dark mans amazing dark side force currents, he regarded the tombs. Through the Force, he could sense a variety of emotions coming from within, giving way to the assumption that there were living beings inside.
It must be the Jedi that Ibapo had spoken of, the fools must've gone in and gotten themselves entangled in a Sith trap. The power of those tombs wasnt to be trifled with, only the Jedi and their arrogant ways would be stupid enough to intervene with the dead. Concentrating harder, he saw them all within the tomb, relatively close to one another. Each of them experiencing a nightmare influenced by their own dark parts of their souls, thanks to the ancient ways of the long dead Sith.
The mask he wore hid his emotionless face as he descended down the cliffside, using the Force with little effort to make sure he would'nt stumble down the side. He glanced at Daren and the dark man, giving little thought to them as he proceeded to one of the larger, not as destroyed, pillars that littered the Valley of the Sith Lords and sat upon it. He would wait for the Jedi, if they could escape their own nightmares and he would finally take revenge on the two Jedi that had made him look like a damned fool.
A small, wicked grin came to his hidden face as he mentally watched the events unfold for the Jedi.
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I am Deception, and I defy your holiest moralities.
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Nov 17, 2008 22:56:23 GMT -5
Post by Squee on Nov 17, 2008 22:56:23 GMT -5
((Squee has arrived, along with her somewhat foolishly long posts. -strikes some superhero pose- Lawl. Nope. Master, I do not hope if I altered a little of Xavier's straight forward intentions to direct some attention on Tesa. Nothing but a glare.))
Stay here? Tesa was horrified at the thought of being grounded on this ship by her master. Korriban’s dusty, red sanded surface lay not ten meters below her feet! Korriban! The land that gave birth to their ideals by the people, the True Sith, that first inhabited the planet. A place of power and resurrection of any ideas that had long been forgotten, somewhere where doubts of the Dark Side were banished.
“But…” she gulped, sitting back in her seat, slightly, stunned that her silent plea was being denied. The word was more of a descending noise from deep in the throat. She only stared at Xavier as he began the thud through the ship for the ramp.
Tesa snapped out of her stunned mind and instantly scrambled after him. “My lord I must not have heard you right. You said… stay on the…” The glance she earned from him made her striding words end. She knew it hadn’t been a matter of her hearing. She was forbidden to step down onto Korriban.
“B-b-b-b-but,” she started, unable to keep the tremble from her lips. Tesa appeared almost flustered, threaded with emotions of surprise, disbelief, and a touch of misunderstanding. The yellow glare grew harder and the young woman shrunk back, hands lifting just a little with palms out.
Tesa many a begrudged mumble: “Yes, my master.” Her head came down a little bit and she backed off, allowing him uninterrupted passage to the ramp. She backtracked a few steps and stopped, glaring at the metal floor in accusation and felt Cassandra’s annoyance stir the air as well. It was a torture of its own, to be denied of a power you know is just waiting outside. The ship stood in the way of it. Tesa could feel tremors and feathery touches circling the Valley as she stood there. Her eyes closed and she dug for the dark energy of the planet, hungry already for it and only grew more so.
But, that’s unfair, she purred in her head, finishing what she would’ve have said Xavier. That may not have been the best of words to say before a Dark Lord, but being as stunned as she had been, anyone might’ve been pouting the same.
She had been here, once before, and been too young to take into consideration what advantages she could probe from the power that leaked from the planet like running water. And far too naïve and inexperienced to accept large quantities of unleashed energy. But now that Tesa was nearly eight years older since then, she could embody and crave a lot more than before. She understood and had hungered, had longed for another trip to this planet.
And Xavier had decided to keep it from her. This wasn’t going to give over well.
Cassandra had long since bypassed the young woman and headed down to the planet’s dusty regions against commands. The sense of pleasure Tesa sensed from the woman gave the apprentice the edge she needed. Eyes snapping open again, she turned and made her way to the ramp long since lowered to the ground. Bodies lay around the corners of the ship’s ramp, the evidence of the waves of Force her master had produced to rid of the mercenaries. She assessed the damage made from the top with hands placed on hips as she drank in Korriban’s hot and dry air much like Cassandra had done not twenty minutes before her. To many, it would appear just that: hot and dry and not worth such huge gasps as the Sith were willing to bless it with. Like a thirsty, savage wolf she drew in and released heavily, unwilling to let it go by. Eight years. And she hadn’t noticed the sweetly poisoned air that had DARK SIDE GUARANTEED flowing around it like mynocks soaring through space?
Tesa grinned at the corpses and realized she had probably made a good choice in following Xavier. He was strong, yes, but she had also seen just how quickly he had depleted himself of the Force. A simple murder such as this would have only warmed Tesa up. And with the Dark Side running in her veins as thick as it was right now, it would be a long time before she completely drained herself.
“My lord,” Tesa began to herself, stepping down from the ramp, hands circling before her body, beginning to mask her presence. Gently, her hands came to lift the hood of her grayish cloak, that cloak that was stained with olive and gave a remarkable difference to her appearance even as she walked down the ramp. As the slanted metal sheet rose behind her, her cloak blended with it to some degree until she shifted to the shadows of broken pillars and looming boulders.
“My lord, I’m sure you’ll forgive me of disobedience. But, even you should know that no Sith, Acolyte or Dark Overlord, can be told to forget a planet of such tales, of such passionate power and energy.”
Consequences would be faced. Tesa knew this unconsciously from previous happenings. However, now especially, she was willing to throw aside all dreading feelings of painful and brutal consequences or punishments to come.
Not when Korriban was touching her boots and hyper strengthening her sixth sense. No, someone this hungry would not be caged upon a mere ship.
Presence held until one discovered her, and Tesa was sure this would be a while, she crept to the shadows as much as possible, defeating the burning sun at its own game. Even in the sun, her cloak merged into surroundings, but not as well with shadows. Tesa was nearly a mirage, here one second but vanished the next. A little blink would have you miss her movement. She remembered when her previous master had explained to her so many would believe this sorcery at the highest level. It was not, but learning how to match your environments with movement. There was always the risk of being seen among the bright earthen works of Korriban, but, if Tesa believed she was invisible…
She was.
And upon hearing voices, she crouched by her newest shadow and dropped to stomach, edging as close to the curving corner as she dared. She realized there was a one ended conversation, with the voice belonging to some young man’s. Xavier’s familiar presence haunted her but she only cracked a grin as she rested in her secrecy. Mad? Maybe only slightly.
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Nov 18, 2008 7:06:10 GMT -5
Post by Daren & Donald Kail on Nov 18, 2008 7:06:10 GMT -5
Daren stood with his new master watching the tombs intently meditating, "In case you haven't noticed my master." Daren said turning to Grawn, "He will fight the Jedi no matter what we decide to do." and Daren chuckled, "And surely be killed." He said looking towards him with a light sense of humor, "He is powerful but he is out of control." he then turned back to the tombs and returned to his focus. He started to sense that the Dark Lord wasn't the only passenger of the ship...he had other Dark Jedi with him. Daren turned to the ship and looking inside standing in the same position.
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You wouldn't like me without my coffee *hulk face*
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Nov 18, 2008 9:01:17 GMT -5
Post by Iota on Nov 18, 2008 9:01:17 GMT -5
Xavier glanced to Tesa, an odd sought he thought to himself but paid no real heed because female acolytes often went against their orders. He figured that they would find out the harsh way on what obediance is. Xavier looked to Daren for a moment before reaching out with the force to talk to him. "There are two others who travel with me.. Cassandra, a blind seer.. she can't see like you and i do, insteadshe uses the force, she is also naturaly gifted with being able to see the future...." Xavier paused for a moment before continueing "Then there is Tesa..a very strong willed acolyte, the force runs freely through her, she has the potential to be very powerful but is brash and careless and will probably not survive long enough to see that day."
Xavier looked over towards the furthest tombs to cure bide his time before looking back to Daren "Have you ever seen so much into a mind that in some extent you think its your own? i could show you things, horrifying things..."
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Nov 18, 2008 15:34:16 GMT -5
Post by Grawn on Nov 18, 2008 15:34:16 GMT -5
As Grawn sat upon the pillar, taking in the Dark Side of Korriban. It radiated from the planet, its embrace like that of a mothers hug upon a frightened child, but Grawn wasnt afraid. He sat watching the tomb entrances, physically anyways, mentally, he was watching in cruel glee at the mass confusion and despair felt by the Jedi within. He took his attention from the Jedi for a moment, and turn his attention to the Dark man and Daren.
Darne was wise to be with such a powerful being, Grawn could feel his power from his perch on the broken pillar. Adorned in gothic armor, he was impressive to look upon but it wasnt the apperance on the outside that truley impressed. The Dark Jedi could feel the amount of wisdm the being held and he had no doubt he would be impressive to see in combat. Though, it was odd that they hadnt departed yet...what were they after?
Concentrating slightly, he could feel that two people had left the ship, both radiating power not quite on par with the gothic armored man, but impressive non the less. While he wasnt curious, for wasnt one to pry into things unless it would benefit him, he wondered why they remained on the planet. Then he came to a realization, perhaps they were waiting for the Jedi.
He wouldnt have his prey taken from him, not the one he was interested in at least. Concentrating, he sent a message to the Dark One through the Force. "With respect, great one. If you are here to remove the Jedi, their is one among them i will deal with, not you. He has done much to me and i wont have my revenge taken from me."
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