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Feb 2, 2009 16:32:51 GMT -5
Post by Jenno on Feb 2, 2009 16:32:51 GMT -5
(OOC: Please read the pm I sent before you go about posting here) "A human being is only breath and shadow." -Sophocles Time lost all sense of meaning upon the dust infested world, how long had they been there now, just the six of them training together until they seemed to act and move as one. Six Sith, the only true Sith alive in known space and they had gathered on a world shielded by dark histories and where they would create a tale of their own. But time was drawing to a close for them, there was no real indication save for the feeling Iniquitous received in his gut, a message from the Force no doubt. It tightened a knot in his stomach which seem to contract further with every passing day. Eventually he succumbed to the will which exerted itself upon his own body. Bringing their training to an end for a little while the Sith Lord announced that the time to act was at hand, Renata and Veratos his two apprentices, who seemed to learn at a frightening speed every session were ordered to gather those they had recruited from the shadow of space. The pair had become closer, he knew it, and the way their hearts would pound reminded him of feelings from his own past. He was not blind to such feelings and nor would he deny them, but he would need to speak with them soon just to make his position on things clear. Time would drift on as the heat suppressed the world with each passing day. And then the time arrived, a day that seemed like any other but one that would bare witness to the first of many gatherings, the first time the forces of the Dark Side would converge on one spot. The air was thick with malice. On a seemingly unimportant gathering of rocks sat the six, the black robes covering their skin were almost as dark as the aura exuding from them. In the centre, on the highest of the rock formation sat the two Masters of the group, those who clung to the title of Overlord in the absence of any other true competitors. The Dark Side swept around them as it were a part of them; every breath they took was one of incomprehensible darkness, breath unknown to the galaxy for hundreds of years. The six would sit there waiting for the arrival of the Dark Jedi willing to answer the call, they would face challenges which would lead them to face many foes, test their skills and their wit. For victory would not only rely in the swiftness of their blades but the deadly accuracy of their minds as well. Iniquitous sat in silence, even as the Dark Jedi arrived, they would speak when it was time, when all were gathered before him. Until then he would simply act like a statue, something for them to gaze at until the time finally came.
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Feb 2, 2009 20:24:48 GMT -5
Post by Leo on Feb 2, 2009 20:24:48 GMT -5
Cimberis Screamed in agony one final time as he ripped his cybernetic eye out of his head. He had lost his other eye through his own weakness, and he didnt deserve a new one. The empty socket burned as the dust from korriban's air blew into his cave, and then into the socket, micro-slicing his exposed retina. He was in a state of great shame. After failing his master, Darth Psydor, at the battle of dantooine, he was punished by the Sith lord himself. When his master almost ripped off one of Cimberius' wings, the Toydarian killed him. He was now alone, in solitude. As he wrapped a red cloth around his head to conceal his empty eye socket, he got that feeling again.
Ever since the death of his old master, Cimberius had felt that... odd disturbance in the force. It was prodding him over and over again, beckoning him to a certain place. He had to follow it... It was calling him. he exited his cave and flapped his wings for hours, almost pulled by that looming sith presence. His blood red robes being coated in dust. He arrived to the spot that the sith were congregating, one had already bowed down and lowered his hood. Was this the meaning of why the force had called him here? Perhaps this was the great powers his old master had called him to acquire. To show respect, Cimberius walked over, placed his Sabers on the ground in front of him and bowed his head. (It was hard for a toydarian to kneel with their helium-filled stomachs.) He had given a silent pledge to a new master. He needed a place in this galaxy, that place was here.
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Feb 2, 2009 23:31:29 GMT -5
Post by Kennyb77 on Feb 2, 2009 23:31:29 GMT -5
Norrec woke from his deep mediation, while the alarm blared loudly, warning Norrec of the stolen craft's arrive inside Korriban's orbit. Norrec stood up, after stretching for a quick couple of seconds, he walked to the controls and started piloting the junker ship to the surface. The ship landed without any problems, and with surprising grace considering the state of the ship. Norrec seemed to have stolen the correct ship, not like there was many options on Gallinore.
The ramp lower slowly while you could heard the age of the craft through the shearing of metal against metal. Norrec walked off the ramp, and with his first step on the dust ball surface, Norrec received a chill down his spine as a gift. Norrec could feel the dark side was strong with this planet.
Norrec looked around and could see nothing, but he could feel a disturbance through the force, it seemed to be on purpose, like a message. The disturbance grew stronger and stronger when he was getting closer to the planet. Norrec closed his eyes as he sensed which way he should start to head to find the source of the message. Norrec opened his eyes and started to walk.
Norrec walked quickly and impatiently, the disturbance was irritating him greatly, like a bad itch that is out of reach. After walking for what seemed like eternity, he got close enough to see what was creating the bad itch. It was a group of people, they did not seem to move much, but the dark side was flowing from them like a tidal wave.
Norrec walked cautiously and carefully toward them, unsure what was about to happen. Norrec kept his hand close to his lightsaber, and of the number of other lightsabers on his belt from fallen foes, and of a great friend. Norrec decided he was close enough, as it was only a couple yards.
So who are you all? Why have I been called here? Norrec said while his hand was centimeters from his lightsaber.
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Feb 3, 2009 14:12:13 GMT -5
Post by kt on Feb 3, 2009 14:12:13 GMT -5
Torran had been in the middle of constructing his new lightsaber out of the metal he had scrapped from a lowly mandolorian's armor. It was almost complete, a perfect replacement for his old one, shimmering a nice blood red color from the armor, it would be magnificent. Right as he had everything coming together, a disturbance in the force caused Torran to lose his train of thought, making everything drop to the floor and fall apart. "Sith spit!" he cursed as he picked all the pieces up. "Hmmmmmm what is this?" Torran thought to himself as he felt the force guiding him to Korriban. " That's right, that woman gave us....me, an invitation." Torran then guided his ship to the proper destination and sometime later, landed on the barren sith planet.
It was an immediate feeling, all the dark force energies swirling around the entire world, this made Torran feel at ease. He then scanned the area, not really sure what he was supposed to be looking for but finally rested his gaze on a small gathering of people. " What is the meaning of this." He thought to himself as he started walking closer to them.
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Catatafish
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Feb 3, 2009 15:10:15 GMT -5
Post by Catatafish on Feb 3, 2009 15:10:15 GMT -5
Darkness like none other Rago had ever previously experienced clouded his visions of the future. Despite his long, arduous training in precognition, his revelations had become uncertain, indefinite, with one recurrent exception: He would soon walk the red sands of Korriban, beckoned to an undistinguished location, to rendezvous with the 2 unknown humanoid figures appearing in many of his latest visions. Nevertheless, however unrevealing Rago's visual experiences had become of late, he learned a very long time ago not to doubt the force. Especially, his force induced premonitions...
The bith promptly loaded his small strikefighter with supplies, his kloo horn, and departed hastily from Belderone, after plotting a course to the desert planet of Korriban. Rago knew of the sith of yore from his "sadly" defunct master, who schooled the bith in military tactics from a very young age. Of course Rago knew also of the sith temples and tombs, the sith academy, and other landmarks on the planet's surface; But he was certainly not prepared for the unsettling cumulus of dark side energies, emanating from the planet, like a beacon, luring him to a single spot on the surface, when his ship materialized out of hyperspace.
A path was obvious, so the bith followed. Rago's ship landed a few hundred yards to the east, from where the meeting would take place, according to his visions of the site, and the obvious congregation of force users he felt to the west of him. The small anthropoid jumped off his vessel, fixed his hood so it protected his eyes from the intense sunlight, and walked slowly through the sands towards the metting grounds, fulfilling his precognition. As he neared the congregation, thoughts of assassinating the 2 leaders, and claiming their power for his own filled his brain, but the site was somewhat crowded with their followers. Perhaps he would make his move at a later date, but for now, it was probably best to maintain diplomacy. After all, they could prove valuable allies, if only temporary.
"I was summoned, by means of the force, to this place. Who are you, and why have you called for me?" asked Rago while maintaining a prudent distance, with his right hand near his lightsaber, yet cloaked under his robes, so not to alarm anyone...
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Feb 4, 2009 0:35:38 GMT -5
Post by Grawn on Feb 4, 2009 0:35:38 GMT -5
It was an odd feeling at first, coming to him in gentle soothing waves that were barely noticeable. Until they started to bring with them in the wave the essence of power. Grawn Ianie had sensed it and immediately began preperations to make the trip to the point of origin. He considered bringing Mist along and decided there was no better way for the boy to experience the power that is the dark side. The light still lived with his shell and the Dark Jedi was determined to snuff it out. They both gathered their belongings and gained passage off of Dantooine as quickly as possible, his newly crafted lightsabers hanging from his belt.
The craft was originally piloted towards Coruscant however, the pilot had an accident along with the mysterious deaths of every passenger aboard except the two Dark Jedi and Grawn watched from the cockpit as the terrain of Korriban rushed up to the descending craft. This planet held far to many memories and none of them good but he swallowed everything as the landing legs hit the ground and he found himself on the planet that had breathed darkness into his soul. Looking to Mist, he made it clear nothing was to be said as his discarded mask flew to his grasp and once again was rejoined with its master's flesh.
Rising up, they both descended the craft and started to walk towards the pulse. The pulse that carried with it addicting power and wisdom, a feeling of malice and a slight bit of fear but Grawn shattered any fear that rose within his hollowed shell. He refused to look weak before the heart of darkness. As the Dark Jedi assassian and apprentice came over a hill, Grawn saw it. Six cloaked figures stood each like a colossus over several other people that had come all bowing before there might. The pulse had grown so strong it seemed to suffocate the Dark Jedi but he cleared his mind and made his way towards them. He stretched his cybernetic fingers the claws catching the sunlight as he came to a knee before the lords, for surely no other title was fitting.
In his heart he knew what was happening. In his soul he knew what was to come and he greeted it with no regrets, just had he had all those years ago on this very same planet. The planet of his rebirth.
"I live to serve, milords"
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sparrow
The Night is Dark and Full of Onions
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Feb 4, 2009 3:46:42 GMT -5
Post by sparrow on Feb 4, 2009 3:46:42 GMT -5
On one of the hills about a mile from the gathering, perched on top of a large boulder, Zarene Yin surveyed the scene. The air felt hot and sticky against her face. Half her face, anyway. The other half didn't feel very much, not anymore.
She had only recently finished recuperating from the wounds suffered from her last mission. Just in time too, being idle had left her feeling very restless. She had taken up reading in the meantime, histories on ancient wars mostly, although somehow she had managed to get her hands on a book about art from the Pacanth Reach. She had not been here since the Jedi took her away so many years ago, and sometimes while laying in bed she could not help but wonder what her life would have been like had she never left. Probably wouldn't have had this..., she thought as she looked at her metal right hand, its surface shining with a dull luster under the Korriban sun.
She banished these thoughts from her head. They showed weakness when right now it was more important than ever that she be strong. She was back in action now and ready to fight once again.
The Force flowed through her body as she stood up, and she smiled, savoring the sensation. It felt good, made her feel stronger. More alive. Whole.
Her lightsaber leaped from her belt into her waiting hand, and she jumped off of the boulder, activating the blue blade, which ignited with a snap-hiss, and quickly settled into the starting stance of the Niman lightsaber form. After leaving the Jedi Order and before joining the Sith, her lightsaber skills had deteriorated from lack of use, and her last mission had convinced her that was time to bring her blade work back up to standard.
She could still hear the voice of her old master giving her her first lecture on the form. Niman, the moderation form, balancing the techniques of all the forms that came before it. There is no set technique, no rote memorization. This form is about intuition, improvisation, creativity. Flow with the Force. Utilize different techniques. Make your movements smooth and lively... Her blade hummed as it cut through the air, as strung different movements together. There was no set order to the movements, no set form. Whichever technique felt the most natural or made the best transition was the one she did. A bit choppier than she would have liked, but that was what practice was for.
Then the message came, loud and clear. Dark Iniquitous called, and she answered. I am here, my Lord. And I am coming. Returning her lightsaber to her belt, she started walking down the hill.
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Marius
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Feb 4, 2009 5:08:06 GMT -5
Post by Marius on Feb 4, 2009 5:08:06 GMT -5
The harsh winds of Korriban swept in long sheafs across the flat terrain, dyed by the yellow sand that it carried, its bite all the much harder on account of it. Its heat and scent were dry, lifeless, and hateful; scouring all it came across as it moved across the surface of the world, eroding its proud mountains, etching the ages into the durasteel of the Dreshdae Building far behind in the distance. It seemed that the very wind of the planet had been infected with the domineering attitude of the Sith that had for so long lived upon its surface. The echoes of their arcane rights reverberated in the very atmosphere, ingraining the history of darkness in all that it touched. It truly was the planet of the Darkside.
It was no coincidence, that here was where Ramseye had landed the small ship Mariani had hidden herself upon, no longer wishing to indulge the man with her intoxicating presence. She had for a time merely hidden herself from the Force and sight, entering the stasis-like meditation Jedi are so well known for. Yet she had not concentrated on what she had been taught to, no, the death of the Council was on her mind, the death she had unleashed on countless innocents more recently, and the death and redemption of Dark Jedi in her past. Her exploits on this planet had been numerous, the most recent of such, being when she had met the Marauder. That they were once back at this planet was most surely a sigil from the Force, her destiny and the end of the Jedi Council could be accomplished if she embraced what she found here.
Her pace was steady, flowing with the harsh winds that led her away from the complex that was nearly the only port of the hellish planet, leading her toward the epicenter of the disturbance she felt. It had been the direction she had witnessed Ramseye go in, but she had felt that she had no business following him wherever he was going, rather, she sought to restock her supplies at Dreshdae, seek out the latest news of the galaxy. She had found little in terms of information, the holonet system conveniently down, and all she had done for the days, until the echoes of whatever Ramseye had gone to reached her, was drink at the cantina, watching dancers. But, she had acquired the canteen of water she now took a swig from, the orange paint of her lips staining the rim of its mouth, and a few meal bars, along with a new power cell for her shoto-saber, making the stay not completely useless.
As she drew closer to the source, a large formation of rock appeared, and upon it, she recognized one familiar presence in the maelstrom of darkside energies that created a flurry around it. So, he is in some part the cause of this, she mused, finally the usefulness she sensed in him having manifested itself. It took her only a few further moments to join those already assembled around the foot of the rocks, her gaze locked onto the black cloaked figures.
Her violet eyes were clouded with curiosity, in the comfort of those who had also embraced the darkside, she did not see the need to cloak her presence further, and let it blossom forth from her. She stood straight, the cowl of her white cotton robes hiding her face in shadow, a stark contrast to those seated above her. Perhaps it would have been wise to invest in darker colours..
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Feb 4, 2009 12:40:27 GMT -5
Post by Jace on Feb 4, 2009 12:40:27 GMT -5
Gabriella was in a good mood in quite a good mood when The Unforgiven entered Korriban's atmosphere. She wasn't sure why, maybe it was because of the two people she tortured on the way here, or maybe it was because of the sheer concentration of darkness on the planet.
She landed a suitable distance from the gathering darkness, there was no need to get too close. She had always been cautious about these types of things,and she could always call the droid to come and pick her up if necessary. She exited the ship, immediately exposing herself to the harsh climate of Korriban. She gathered her bearings and began to walk towards where the darkness was meeting.
She hadn't really given much thought to what this meeting was about, probably because she didn't care about it all that much. The only real reason she was coming was because she would get to meet Mistress Renata. There was also of course a chance that there would be opportunities to cause some chaos and pain.
Gabriella came up over the rise and saw the meeting of many who follow the dark path. There was at least two people she recognized from former encounters, the others she assumed she would know soon enough.
She made her way to the meeting, the Echani looked oddly out of place amidst the others. She did not bow or speak, but merely removed the hood of her cloak and waited.
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Feb 4, 2009 18:48:13 GMT -5
Post by Prodigal on Feb 4, 2009 18:48:13 GMT -5
There was no fanfare or clarion of trumpets that heralded his approach, no elaborate displays or haughty demeanor but instead, it was the dull sound of a natural clay deposit being crushed under booted heel as he departed the ship that both he and Zarene had traveled upon, that signified his arrival. Cowled despite {or perhaps due to} the blighted climate of Korriban, his cloak was drawn tight across his lithe frame as the sand and irrepressible dust sought to find a point of entry; a most inhospitable planet long since decreed the resting place of the Jedi Order's most potent adversaries, what better place to form a Gathering? Glancing toward Zarene as she practiced her form his thoughts merely wandered over past events There's no doubt she acquitted herself well, but I'm sure she hasn't shown what shes truly capable of, it's the smart decision when dealing with unknowns.. Clearing his throat of dust as the inexplicable call was reinforced, he calmly made the direct descent down what appeared to be a long since blasted cobblestone path as he allowed the Darkness of the planet to guide his steps . Drawn to the center of what appeared to be the eye of the Maelstrom; the oppressive and yet liberating presence of the Dark Side seemed to converge upon the six that sat in silent judgment whilst all the others that had gathered in a throng in-front of the display seemed to pale in comparison. Some he knew from the previous mission that he and three others had been ordered to undertake, the others were relative unknowns that the Dark Side had drawn into this bizarre fraternal bond It's ironic, many of us would be at each other's throats by now in an attempt to be proven the stronger, and yet here we all stand as several masters of the art remain in stoic silence... The question begged answering; would it truly come down to who was stronger ad-midst their motley assortment of Force Users or would this become something more? Warily observing the others for any sign of betrayal, he finally approached the growing crowd but stood off adjacent to it in a calculated decision to remain apart; if this was merely a lesson in power or the eradication of all contenders for the throne.. He would like to survive the initial onslaught. Throwing his head back slightly as he reveled in the energies that seemed to crash & flow from these six like the waves of Manaan, an errant thought crossed his mind while several pushed and jostled with the need of being noticed One must tread carefully.. One misstep is going to spell disaster. Watching as some showed obvious signs of obeisance and others surrendered themselves totally to the will of these six; he merely placed his hands in the large billowing sleeve of the opposing arm of his cloak and waited for a sign from on high... {Just to avoid confusion; everything written in red Italics represents his inner thoughts, while normal red script represents his words proper}
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10Tickler
Should probably be stopped sometime soon
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Feb 6, 2009 12:21:49 GMT -5
Post by 10Tickler on Feb 6, 2009 12:21:49 GMT -5
Less urgency. Less bother.
Now that Cassandra had pulled Tesa away from the Temple that they had been near, away from Xavier, she could breathe a little easier. Could See a little clearer. More then anything, she could hear the Calling, the Pulsing beckon call of the Power that flowed over the Great plains of Korriban.
Indeed, the power of the planet itself seemed to bend before the pulsing waves that the Six in her Vision emanated, their power similar to the Dark ones, but far far more vast, more intense and Pure. Yes...pure. The Force Roiled around the group like a massive serpent, as though it might strike at any moment against the entire planet. These were not people to Underestimate.
Tesa Cassandra whispered, her throat dry, her stomach empty, the power that sustained her sight sustaining her body. Can you feel them?
Cassandra knew that she could, that was easy, and if she could, so could Tesa, Far easier...But, it was easy to feel overwhelmed as Cassandra continued walking, now no more then a few hundred yards out of sight of the...Did she dare even think the word? Could it be truely the ones that Xavier had Vilified and extolled? Turning back to Tesa, Cassandra Swallowed.
I'm going now she said before turning and continuing
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Feb 6, 2009 13:57:09 GMT -5
Post by Zarkan on Feb 6, 2009 13:57:09 GMT -5
The Mist slipped through Korriban's dusty atmosphere as it almost lazily drifted in for it's lading amid the basalt pillars strewn haphazardly across the valley. Gently the large blockade runner settled onto his landing struts between another freighter and one of the massive pillars. Zarnia Kup'elun slipped out of the ship and onto the barren dusty plain her eyes glazing up to the top of the mound before her. There eight figures two standing six sitting seemed to dominate the entire world bathing in the dark side the shadow. Zarnia found herself entranced almost like a little child looking up to some great hero as she set cross legged on the rocky ground almost like peaceful doll breathing in the shadow surrounding her. As she watched time almost seeming to disappear before her that mind of hers began to wonder. Pain and sadness points in her mind etched in fire and shadow she vividly remembered the explosion that set her upon this path the taste of the stale air within the mines of Subterrel and now here her mind etched every detail as she waited for a moment a word from those so clearly above her.
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Feb 6, 2009 19:22:10 GMT -5
Post by .:Falcon:. on Feb 6, 2009 19:22:10 GMT -5
Something clattered, banged, and sputtered near the back end of the small light freighter. The pilot looked back in the direction of the noise, concerned, then his eyes strayed to the silent, black-robed passenger he had picked up on Nar Shaddaa. Something about her made him a bit uneasy, but her in a temper made him even more so.
"What's wrong?" Nirisi spat out, her voice cutting. Her eyes glowed from the depths of her cowl, burning into the unfortunate pilot. The man gulped, obviously nervous. "Uh...I t-think I b-b-better go check on t-that." he stood, gave her a nervous smile, and quickly ducked out of the confined cockpit. His co-pilot: a small, nervous looking girl, giggled nervously and turned back to her readouts.
A moment later, the man returned. He swallowed, his eyes wide. "Uh...well, we're having a little problem with the uh...hyperdrive motivator...I uh...." he didn't get farther. Nirisi's eyes bored into him, andhe swiftly shut his mouth.
"You will drop us out of hyperspace and fix it. And quickly." she said calmly...but with enough ire and anger in her voice to prompt him to hurry. He nodded, slid into the pilot's seat,and shut downthe hyperdrive. Something else in the back clanged, and then the starlines faded into individual pricks of light. A planet nearly filled the viewport, but it was far enough away that the small ship was in no danger of crashing into it...as long as they got going soon.
Nirisi turned her eyes back on the pilot, and he hastily stood up again, motioning to the girl to follow him.
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Necro Stormborn
Wants Karl Back
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Feb 7, 2009 3:48:16 GMT -5
Post by Necro Stormborn on Feb 7, 2009 3:48:16 GMT -5
"hmm..... quite a crowd." said Ramseye in an emotionless, and plain way, before he even opened his eyes. He had been training amongst the other 5 for hours on end.... or at least what seemed like that, perhaps even longer. He stretched his neck and then flexed his back, hearing a slight pop, he'd been sitting motionless for quite some time now.
Ramseye had begun to enjoy the presence of the other two, and their leader, who effectively, was now his leader as well. Iniquitous, while his anonymity had consumed Ramseye's attention for the duration of the training was now a thing of the past. They were, as he had said, brothers and sisters in arms... a family of dark brethren.
His senses tingled as a familiar presence entered the crowd dropping that irritating facade she called a cloak. He made what would appear as a smile, he was slightly overjoyed that Mariani had decided to make her presence, along with the plethora of others who had shown.
The number these followers of iniquitous, now his brother and sister, had recruited was trifling. Not too long Ramseye felt the exact same way. Bt he had learned the error of his way, as would these knaves of the force whome had gathered and posed the questions the ones with closed minds always do. the 'why am i here....' and the 'who the heck are you and why should i care'.
Ramseye's grin widened into a now visibly large smile. his toned muscles radiated in the sun, and his force presence was tuned down. He really had the desire to lash out with the force and engulf the lot of them with his new found powers, and his strength...but that would not do, And his masters would expect better of him. He would allow the lot to make the mistake of assaulting or making insults demanding of his action, and then he would retire the fool who had opened his mouth and spewed forth the vile words of hate and stupidity.
Finally Ramseye turned a little to the left with his head, and eyed his new sister, a woman whom Kenneth had decided to add to his list of apprentices. But that was okay, while yes she had eemed inferior, she indeed was a unique one, and he wasglad to have her as his sister. Paxis had made a wise choice and during training Ramseye had discovered that he was no longer the strongest Sith around. Where the others lacked in strength, they made up for in intelligence and force affinity. These other apprentices were just as good as he was, and for that he respected them, and because of that should he ever lo his life, he would only request that they, equal opponents, be the ones to take it, if not his masters.
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Squee
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Feb 8, 2009 1:08:58 GMT -5
Post by Squee on Feb 8, 2009 1:08:58 GMT -5
Cassandra seemed more at ease the further they trudged away from Xavier and Daren. Her cane clicked the ground a little lighter, perhaps almost optimistically to Tesa, and she didn’t seem to be struggling quite to much as to breathe. The acolyte remained ever vigilant by Cassie’s side as her own lightly damaged eyesight repaired itself. The walk was a long one, and Tesa’s ankles would begin to throb when she sat down and rested them she knew. It didn’t make a difference now, not when they had come so far.
The calling. The beckoning. Enticing. Alluring. It pulsated at the back of her throat, the base of her brain, a soft summoning from the distance off. She found it compelling when she had first felt it, as far off as Cassie and she had been. And the closer they had come, the closer Tesa had almost found her eyes swimming in the saliva cultivating within its confines of her mouth. It brought up those voices that whispered in Tesa’s ear; the voice of advice from the one master she had truly grown to be loyal to and enjoy being around and yet died from natural causes. Darkness is your shadow…
It was he who had made her grow to love the darkness. The inkiness of it. The murkiness. The inductive reasoning it took to understand a complicated web woven by the craftiest and smartest of all spiders. It was the ultimate thirst quencher and the greatest hunger. And Tesa now had a hunger. Where ever the pulsing was coming from, it came from a great source. She had to know where it was, who or what it was, for it was dark and tantalizing. Shadow is your friend...
Psychotic obsession, her previous master before Xavier had called her bond with the darkness. Master Ivers, her assassin master, often had praised her for flirting and manipulating with the darkness. Through such training she learned to claw for the black as a creature would the barren grounds for water. And quench the thirst. It pulsed, it throbbed in Tesa’s very being, washing over her with a seductive calling, dragging the feather through the sands of the ground so she could give flight after it as an excited kitten.Friends are tools, tools grant achievement. Darkness is achievement.
Ivers’ patient, confined voice still reverberated somewhere, pushing her along the right of the pulse. A little encouragement. A small awakening in case she had forgotten about her hunger. She hadn’t.
“Of course I feel them, Cassandra,” Tesa replied, her voice thick. Excitement was growing in her chest and anxiety rested in the pit of her stomach, nestling down and preparing itself. They were close now. So very close. “And I am coming with you. Always.”
She had to know. That deep pulsing would be enough to send her into overload should the mental thought of turning around became known to her. It would drive her into a frenzy. No, she had to go forward. Had to know. Had to. It was the only choice, the only option, Tesa would allow for herself. It was her craving, and it must be satisfied.
“I will not be left behind.” She followed a couple of paces just behind Cassandra for several feet. With her longs legs, she easily slid up next to the girl, promptly remaining be the smaller, emaciated girl as they grew closer to the delicious vortex of darkness.
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Feb 8, 2009 11:33:16 GMT -5
Post by silbmaerto on Feb 8, 2009 11:33:16 GMT -5
Silb landed his ship on the sandy surface of Korriban. Just a few days ago, he had felt a signal through the force which had called for him to return to the planet where he was born. The young follower of the dark side could feel the dark energy coursing through the entire planet, and it became obvious to him that the presence of the dark side was stronger than ever.
Something really important is about to happen, thought Silb as he walked out of his ship, sat down on the sandy ground of the planet, and began meditating, and there's no way I'm going to miss it. Concentrating on the signal that had brought him to Korriban, Silb tried to find its exact source. Despite the many sources of dark energy across the planet, the signal was strong enough to be found rather easily.
Only about a mile away, thought Silb, as he stood up and, using the force to augment his speed, began running towards the beacon of dark side energy. As he got closer to the location, he saw a small grouping of rock formations, with six dark-robed people sitting on top of them. A powerful aura of dark energy seemed to pulse out of each them, specifically the two who were sitting on the highest rock formation.
This power...could they be Sith lords? wondered Silb as he slowed down and walked towards the powerful force users. A small group of people were standing around the base of the rock formation, most likely others who had been drawn by the call of the Dark Side. Silb walked up to the Sith lords and silently kneeled before them, awaiting their command. If these were Sith, then it was Silb's duty as a follower of the Dark Side to obey them.
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Feb 8, 2009 18:14:16 GMT -5
Post by ☢Axl☢ on Feb 8, 2009 18:14:16 GMT -5
Jerek's ship's engines slowly powered down as they landed on a cliff side on the barren planet, shrouded with darkness. He stood up from his pilot seat as his metal boots made a metallic thunk against the hard metal floor. Jerek Got up and Jakob followed behind him, He pushed a large, blinking red light near the cargo ram, causing it to fall to the ground and thus allowing them to leave this beaten up ship. As he stepped down onto the barren surface he felt a cold, lifeless shiver run up his spine, it was quite painful infact, but it felt good having the Dark energy of the thousands of Dark Siders who had fallen here was incredible. It was silent, so silent that all he heard was the odd breathing noises that the armor made for him. He looked around desperately as he tried to find where he should go. He was told that they would gather here, but where exactly would they be? He closed his eyes, and stood still, waiting fro something to come to him. Alast after allowing the Dark energy to guide him, making him more powerful than ever, he had found it. He allowed the force to guide them through the vast expanse of nothingess until he came upon the Dark Lords. He knealt down on one knee, and threw his hood off, letting it fall onto his shoulders "Your will is mine, Mi Lord."
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Feb 8, 2009 21:07:18 GMT -5
Post by Jerek on Feb 8, 2009 21:07:18 GMT -5
Jerek closed his eyes under the dull gray mask. He could feel the pulsating force from the Sith. It was like a rippling in a pond. A pond of dark energy. He followed the ripples to their source. When he was close enough, within walking distance, he set the ship down. He took a deep breath. He got up, followed by Rylas, and walked toward the exit. He tapped the button, which dropped the ramp. The sheer power of the Sith Lords and Ladies was strong enough to knock him off his feet, but he stayed standing. He exited the ship, closely followed by Rylas, who soon passed Jerek. Jerek stopped about a foot from the ship’s ramp. He closed his eyes, taking in sharp breathes. The energy was like worms boring into his mind, forming messages, maps, thoughts that weren’t his.
He looked down at his own slender form. He had discarded his cloak on the ship. He stilled had its hood though. He had connected it to his robes. His robes looked different as well. After allowing the worms to bore a little deeper, but not too deep, Jerek banished them from his mind and trudged after Rylas. His boots crunched the bones of forgotten animals and/or victims of the Sith. His breathing sounded a little distorted. The sun’s beams glinted off of his mask, either refracting to shine off in the distance or make a rainbow spot on the forehead of his mask. He pulled the hood a little further down his mask, blocking the sun’s heat and menacing beams.
As Jerek neared, he could clearly recognize the fiery read hair of Renata. He wondered vaguely if she would recognize his appearance. Probably not. Maybe she would recognize his aura, but that’s about it. Jerek’s tall form finally reached the gathering. He walked off to the side, choosing not to bow and to stand alone. He crossed his arms and stood in complete silence. He looked at the ones who chose to bow. They may think they were showing respect and obedience, but Jerek thought it a sign of weakness to bow in the face of new “allies”. He looked the black cloaked lords over. He only knew Renata.
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Feb 9, 2009 18:24:20 GMT -5
Post by Mist on Feb 9, 2009 18:24:20 GMT -5
Mist could only look in awe now as he kneeled beside his master along with several others. When Grawn had told him he would view true power, Mist didnt really think about it. But as they landed upon Korriban, the apprentice could feel the dark side churn here with these beings they bowed before as the focal point of the swirling vortex. The serpent hissed in pleasure upon this discovery of power but Mist silenced him.
The young man watched as more followers gathered, some kneeling some defiantly standing as if they were worth something before these beings of power unimaginable. Mist wouldnt want to mess with these individuals, there power rolled off of them in a constant aura and it was enough to make the young apprentice choke, both mentally and physically. Now wasnt the time for weakness, now was the time for patience. Soon things would unfold, just as his master had said upon the flight here.
He felt no remorse for the deaths of the beings on the shuttle just as he hadnt for the people of the Dantooine outpost who had dared to stop him and his master. He felt nothing but envy now for those beings of power he so desperately craved.
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Post by Dire Wolf on Feb 10, 2009 20:11:00 GMT -5
Jeron slept on his rack aboard the All Under Heaven, a light cargo freighter that occasionally took up passengers to earn a few extra bucks, when something stirred him from his slumber. It was the Force, nudging him... no... it was practically shoving him towards a planet, but where... he let his eyes close for a moment before it whispered in his ear. Korriban.
He slowly climbed out of his small cot and put his equipment on, starting with his most prized possession: The blade on his arm that could spring out and kill at the twitch of his finger. After his plethora of blades and lightsaber were in their rightful place the man headed towards the bridge to have a little "chat" with the captain of the vessel. The ship only had 4 people manning it, Jeron could have easily overtaken five times as many, as one of the men walked up to him the Dark Jedi flicked his finger back, shooting the foot long blade out of a little hidden gauntlet and stabbed the man in the chest. He had about... ohh.... 20 or 30 seconds to bleed out, he had better make peace with the galaxy.
Jeron retracted his blade as he took his hand off the man, while it was extremely useful it tended to get in the way when you need to grab things. Namely other knives. A scream emitted from behind him as the man's wife watched Jeron kill her husband, without a second thought Jeron grabbed a small knife from his wrist and threw it at the woman, she fell over clutching her throat. Wrywulf then made his way up to the bridge, he elected not to kill the pilot... yet. As soon as Wrywulf walked into the cockpit he let his lightsaber fly into his hand, he used the Force to ignite his lightsaber as he made 2 quick and decisive slashes to the Captain's hand and neck, respectively. The Captain's body shook as it fell to the ground, he felt little pain in his death... but that was only because the man was one of the few to not look at Jeron and have "creep" written all over his face.
N-Now. Take me... us... Take it to Korriban and you keep your head.
The man complied. ______
The ship was about 5 meters off the ground before it suddenly lost control and slammed into the rust colored dirt of Korriban. Moments later Jeron climbed out of the freighter, his tunic splattered with fresh blood. The Force called him to a rather plain formation of rocks, well, it turned out that the formation of rocks held what remained of the Sith Order. Jeron awkwardly (and unknowingly) stumbled into the circle of the said Sith. Wrywulf was about at the center of the circle when he realized where he was. He licked his lips like a serpent testing testing the air before speaking.
I... It... We, yes! We are here to serve you.
Jeron said as he gave a bow.
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