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Feb 11, 2009 13:05:01 GMT -5
Post by 10Tickler on Feb 11, 2009 13:05:01 GMT -5
Coming over the last sloping hillside of crimson sand, the Emaciated figure stood behind the rest of those that had gathered, her breath taken away by what she saw through the Force itself. A massive, amorphous whirlpool of Force Energy surrounded the other Dark Jedi, Held back from the Six that stood distant by a pulsing field of just...pure, black energy. It was like nothing that Cassandra had ever seen before, and it took what little breath that she had away as the two sources of energy grew and swirled, encompassing her and filling her mind with images, histories and futures colliding.
Flashes of Different lives seemed to collide with one another, where meetings were made, they tied together. Where someone had died, the lines just ended. It was amazing, astonishing, and troubling. Cassandra Libertas' mind couldn't handle all of the information, her brain couldn't comprehend it all at once. Maybe if it had come at a different time, she could have, but not now, not all at once.
With a Flash of amazing Clarity, the pale-skinned girl fell to her knees on the sandy knoll, her form breathless as she saw. Saw the future that those before her would bring. An army, led by those with sabers in hand, fire and chaos, and in the end, a sweeping darkness that would collect and grow throughout the Galaxy in an amazing sweep... beyond that, she could see neither Failure nor success, the future's path ever changing. But she could see the death that it would bring, A swath of destruction so scarring that it would be stricken from history itself...
Giving in to the swirling masses of Energy, Cassandra let herself go, allowed herself to swim in the Intoxicating power that whorled around her, engulfing her entire being, her soul itself. Without command, her legs and arms pushed herself up, sharp stones on the ground sinking into the flesh of her palms and leaving gashes, her legs powering her forward down the hill, toward the Darkest part of the energy.
As she strode, Cassandra seemed to repel any that would try to speak to her, her hands moving to untie the band of silk around her eye sockets, revealing the empty holes in her face to those who had mastered far more then she would ever strive to know. It only took moments for her to stand before them, her face never wavering.
You call forth Destruction, death and Chaos. This much I know. This Much I feel she said before having to take a deep breath, the sudden conviction that she had felt through the Force draining from her Frail body.
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Feb 11, 2009 22:31:03 GMT -5
Post by .:Falcon:. on Feb 11, 2009 22:31:03 GMT -5
Nirisi stared at the oncoming surface of Korriban. Yes, that unmistakeable pull...her hands guided the ship downward, and she felt absolutely no remorse over what she had done to gain control of the ship. She felt ahead with the Force, felt the dark whorl of emotions, the power...what she had given to attain what power she had, and what she aout not give to get as much as she felt here!
Setting the ship down near a motley collection of others, Nirisi stepped out. She made her way towards what she felt as the epicenter of the activity, and soon came in sight of a group of people. She silently joined them, waiting for she knew not what...
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Feb 15, 2009 21:08:56 GMT -5
Post by Jenno on Feb 15, 2009 21:08:56 GMT -5
(OOC: There are a couple of people, Vito an Saintjude, who have not posted yet, but I need to move things on, so when/if you get around to posting, just say that your character was here for this speech.)
Iniquitous watched as the flock gathered before him, some bowed and kneeled whilst others questioned why they had been summoned, who it was that stood before them. They did not know him; he could be the Shepard to guide them or the wolf to slaughter them. Iniquitous was their guide, he bore no visible teeth, made no attempt to take the life of anyone before him, he was their Shepard. And yet, he was still a wolf at heart. But killing this flock would not help him or the Sith in any way, instead he was looking to take this flock and turn them into a pack of wolves, ready to tear into the tender prey Iniquitous had prepared for them. Even now the list of targets ran through his mind, so many to choose from, no doubt everyone present would kill at least someone on these missions.
When the flow of lambs seemed to cease Iniquitous unfolded his legs and pushed himself off of the rock he had been meditating upon for the past few hours. He stood before them now on an equal level, no doubt gaining the attention of every last one of them in the process. He cleared his voice and spoke to them all. “Welcome all. Some of you may know one another; others may not know anyone, by face or by name, but hopefully that shall change in time.” He paused for a moment and smiled a little. “It is I that have called you all here. I am Darth Iniquitous, Dark Overlord of the Sith. You heard me correctly, the Sith, the real Sith, we are no pretentious cult of delusional Jedi, we are the start of a new era. Behind me is my fellow Overlord of the Order, Darth Paxis. To his left are his apprentices, Lady Novus and Lord Eurachis. To my right are my own apprentices, Lady Renata and Lord Veratos. Some of you have been approached by my apprentices and you know why I have summoned you. To those who have not had the pleasure of a meeting already, I lulled you here; each of you came to discover what it was you had felt, the calling.”
He strode forward into the group, at five foot ten he was not the grandest figure for them to look at, but his height seemed to have no diminishing effect upon the powerful and resounding voice he had. “I have called you all here to rally you to our cause, to integrate you into our new Order and to effectively gain dominance over the galaxy. For hundreds of years now the Dark Jedi have existed, large in number but divided in strength. A few may rally together but eventually the Jedi Order proves successful when it comes to wiping you out. It’s about time things changed, together, united, the Jedi Order will fall to its knees, crumble beneath our strength. Become a Sith and you will no longer live like dogs, always hiding, always running. With the teachings and our unity you will know true strength.” Iniquitous stopped; he was in the centre of the group now. Looking at the Dark Jedi amassed around him he could sense their uncertainty; his words were most definitely interesting enough to warrant thought from them, his offer would hopefully tempt many.
“The construction of this new Order alone will not bring us victory however; we are in need of an army, more than the number gathered here. Now we have been given the opportunity to seize control of such a force. We have made contact with a number of people in the Sith Empire who are unhappy with the way the aristocrats bumble around; it seems that we will be able to take control of this growing force with few repercussions. With men, machinery and resources we will take down the Republic, eliminate those who cause this galaxy more harm than good and in place of the Senate will be us, the Sith. We will bring peace to this galaxy, the kind that the Jedi and Senate claim they want yet fail at achieving time and time again. We will bring-“
“You call forth Destruction, death and Chaos. This much I know. This Much I feel.”
The voice came from a figure that moved towards him. Iniquitous halted his speech and instead turned to contemplate this small frail girl before him. After a few moments he spoke again, quieter than previously. “You know much, young one.” Iniquitous said, referring to her training rather than her age, which could not have been too far from his own. She seemed like she had a great deal to learn in the ways of the Force, but there was much potential. He knew of her oddity almost instantly, she held the blindfold loosely at her side, two ominous pits where her eyes should have been. Cautious in his stance, Iniquitous approached her slowly, she was standing firm, unyielding. His hand slipped against her cheek, her face was cool against its warmth. His thumb moved carefully to touch the edge of that deep crater, where great memories had been stored. As his thumb touched her, images flashed within his mind, fire, ash, death and war. These were not his own visions, although both he and Paxis had experienced similar ones, they were the girl’s and the visions, although mostly unchecked and uncontrolled, were clear and defined. There was no doubt in his mind that this girl had an unremarkable talent in the field of foresight.
“How unique you are,” he said quietly, so only few would hear, “not only do you possess one rare gift, but two. Your visions, if you could learn to fully harness them there would be nothing you could not see. The Force speaks to you in mysterious ways, it may be different to my own vision, but the ability to see through the Force when one has lost their eyes is a rare trait.” He hand escaped from her cheek and pulled back his hood. The Force would tell her, would speak to her as it would to most around him, his eyes were dead, useless; he was as blind as the seer before him. It was either her gift in foresight or their shared lack of normal vision which endeared Iniquitous to the girl, but whatever the reason, he’d be paying a great deal of attention to her as things progressed.
He took a step back before speaking to her, but this time his voice was booming out again for all to hear. “You’re right, we bring forth destruction, we bring forth death and chaos, we are their masters and with training, they will answer to you as well. No peace is gained without war and no war is won without death. To think such a thing possible would be both foolish and naïve. The offer stands for all of you here to join the Order. But first, there is something we need you to do, this power is not something we can hand out to anyone, we need people who are loyal and dedicated who know how to use the gifts they have. There are a number of targets that need assassinating in order for our transaction into the seat of power to be as smooth as possible. You will be working in groups in order to take down your targets.”
“Now, before I go ahead and hand out any missions, it’s best if you all make up your minds, are you going to stay and join us or are you going to leave now and turn your back on this great opportunity, I wont stop you, but you will come to regret it. But, perhaps,” he started slyly, “you want to kill me and try and take this power by Force, its tempting isn’t it? After all, I’m surrounded, outnumbered by all of you, you could all draw your weapons now and strike me down. But then, there are some who have already sworn their allegiance to the Sith amongst you, how can you tell between friend and foe?”
Iniquitous stood and waited, he did not know what would come, questions, attacks or silence. The uncertainty brought a smile to his face.
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Feb 15, 2009 23:05:55 GMT -5
Post by Leo on Feb 15, 2009 23:05:55 GMT -5
Cimberius felt a tingle up his spine as the great Overlord of the Sith explained to them the situation. Cimberius, so far, had never really been apart of anything. When he was trained as a sith it was in an abandoned enclave by a maniac who enjoyed to see younglings kill each other. He had been put through great trials of blood, and pain. Now he was apart of something. The real Sith order. He had pledged silently by putting his lightsabers down, now he pledged verbally. He would not be some face in the crowd. He was a Toydarian for blasts sake... and probably one of the only ones who owned a lightsaber. He spoke up.
"I will not use my weapons for anything but to serve the new Sith Order, Lord. Those who stand against you, stand against me!"
He said this while looking straight forward and standing in the same spot. He was apart of something, and he was going to make a name for himself.
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Feb 15, 2009 23:19:01 GMT -5
Post by .:Falcon:. on Feb 15, 2009 23:19:01 GMT -5
Nirisi's mind flew over the various pieces of information this Iniquitous had given; the idea he had presented. It was tempting. Very tempting. She considered the pros and cons. And then her brain latched onto what this meant. Destroying the Jedi- the ones who had ruined her life, wasted her potential.
Without further hesitation, Nirisi stepped forward. "I will join you." she proclaimed, her voice ringing out. She stared with level gaze at the persons in the center, and waited.
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Feb 16, 2009 8:47:55 GMT -5
Post by Catatafish on Feb 16, 2009 8:47:55 GMT -5
A new Sith Order... He had felt the power, seen the visions of a future commanded by this hexumvirate of contemporary sith lords. All Rago could do, for the time being, was bow down to the enormous power emanating from the two Overlords, and their "minions". Yet, the Bith, pragmatic as always, speculated upon the missions Iniquitous spoke of. Gazing around the room, Rago felt most of the newer "recruits" were... substandard, at best. Some were nothing more than infants within the dark side, and as such, probably of little use to the newly formed order, other than cannon fodder.
The small Bith let go of his defensive stance, hid his arms inside the sleeves of his robe, and bowed down to the sith lords. He knew good things would come for him among this new sith order. "My Lords, while I pledge my undying loyalty to the new sith order, I also cannot help but worry about it's future, if an all out war is both inevitable, and desired. I believe my specific talents should not be wasted hunting down buffoons easily dealt with, by some of the... lesser beings within your newfound ranks." He knew that last sentence of his, would strike the nerves of some of the attendants to the gathering. Rago chuckled slightly, as his right hand crept towards his saber, and continued addressing the Sith lords.
"This is why, my lords, I offer my services as primary tactician and warlord of your new sith order, if you choose to accept them." With these last few words, Rago bowed down again, and stood there in wait, mindful of force premonitions to come, that would warn him of an attack launched by any of the fools around him...
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Feb 16, 2009 9:11:13 GMT -5
Post by silbmaerto on Feb 16, 2009 9:11:13 GMT -5
Silb thought over the Sith Lord's offer. It only took about half a minute for him to realize that walking away from this opportunity would be the greatest mistake of his life. Uniting under Iniquitous could be the their best chance to destroy the Jedi Order, as well as the pathetic politicians of the Republic.
Silb looked over at some of the other Dark Jedi gathered around the Sith Lords. Some of them had already pledged their loyalty to Iniquitous, and it was obvious that few, perhaps none, of them would decline the Sith Lord's offer. And if any of them tried to attack Iniquitous, Silb was prepared to cut them down with a single strike from his lightsaber. Silb stood up and looked at the Dark Lord for a couple seconds.
"I will join you, Lord Iniquitous."
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Feb 16, 2009 9:57:46 GMT -5
Post by 10Tickler on Feb 16, 2009 9:57:46 GMT -5
Grinning as Iniquitous' hand caressed her cheek, feeling the minute scars and around her sockets, Cassandra had forced energy from her, into his hand, showing her all that she had seen, all that she had known, and beyond that. Had his hand stayed for but a moment longer, her whole life would have been seen by him. It was a comfort to the Physically Eyeless girl to have someone who could finally understand her abilities, who would not underestimate her.
Indeed she said softly, her sockets turning up to the sith lord's face as she spoke, her voice soft now, nearly caring. You can see much and well, better then I. I may not be useful in personally bringing death to your enemies and mine, But I will Offer myself to you, so that I may learn, better myself under your care and iron will...You have my eyes, m'lord she said, her leg tucking under her as she knelt before him, her staff lain out before her.
Backing away Cassandra turned, smiling as she saw the crowd through the Force. Many were unsure, many had their doubts. Yet. Most were ready for change, for something big to happen that would include them, bring them glory. They mostly thirsted for the same things that normal people did. Money, Power, Lust...Cassandra craved more, she craved understanding...and had found it.
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Post by ☢Axl☢ on Feb 16, 2009 10:10:44 GMT -5
Jakob pondered what this man before him proposed, promising glory and to eradicate the Jedi and Republic. He stepped forward toward the sith lord standing before him. He thought of all the true power and glory that could come with taking up the Lord's offer. And then, the even greater power that could come if he struck down the Sith Lord who stood before him, But he soon abolished the latter thought, realizing how powerful he must be along with those who stood with him. "Sir, While you may or may not know due to your vast power, I am currently the governor of Coruscant as well as a Dark Jedi. I imagine that you could easily assume the amount of power I have among that senate of weak fools on Coruscant so anything that you would like of me among the senate, I can do." He said as the back of his throat became completely dry and gave a slight raspy crackling to his final words. "I believe in your cause and will stand by you and the others until the very day that the republic burns in the eternal flames that they bring upon the Galaxy by making a foolish attempt at ending it." He said after swallowing and using the saliva in his mouth to try to wet the dryness in his esophagus.
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Feb 17, 2009 2:04:44 GMT -5
Post by Squee on Feb 17, 2009 2:04:44 GMT -5
Tesa had had to calm her already quickening heart when Cassandra and her had crossed that last rise. It pounded thickly in her throat with excitement and anxiety, tinted lightly with fear about how the near future would turn out. This was what she had wanted since she had studied the Sith. What she had wanted when she first read about them. When she first listened to the words scrawled before her. This was her desire and destiny. She knew it. It felt so perfectly correct.
She shared no resentment toward those she became apart of. Just off to Cassie’s side, she lingered, never letting the seer girl out of her sight. Passing through some of the other Dark Jedi, she felt hot stares prickling her skin like thousands of needles. Tesa might share a gaze with one or two and pass on, heated feelings touching her but receiving a soothing cream in return. Shortly, she could be calling several of these people ‘brother’.
Slowly she removed the hood of her mesmerizing cloak, cutting off the full swirl of illusion it projected. It was not long after that did she notice that Cassandra had reached up and untied the blindfold around her eye sockets. It made Tesa’s skin crawl to see one without eyes, but it did not make her leave the seer’s side just yet. Soon, maybe, she might. For now, she remained by Cassandra.
Movement drew her eyes back to the rock. A shadowy figure had risen and he stepped off the throne he shared with the others. As he spoke, introducing himself and the others upon the rock, he strode boldly toward the collective group of people summoned here. Several had to back up and allow a path for the Sith Lord to enter to the middle of the group. Anxious as all the bodies were, they encompassed him, trapping Lord… Iniquitous among them. As if unaware of where he was, he continued to talk. Before them, he laid out the vague plot of the future he depicted for them, showing them his true ideals on a perfect galaxy. Tesa found herself nodding lightly, and forced herself to stop.
And Cassie gave her a start when she stepped forward and addressed Iniquitous. The Sith Overlord turned around and seemed to study Cassandra. Tesa couldn’t be sure as she couldn’t make out his eyes from under the mystery of his hood. He began to approach Cassie and that’s when her throat ran dry and her tongue turned to sandpaper. She shifted about a step and a half just behind Cassie, though unsure what she would do if Iniquitous were to harm her. She stopped, watching the Overlord and touched briefly with the Force to help her read him. He was being cautious of Cassie. She sensed nothing of anger toward Cassandra’s outspoken words directed at him. Just a mild curiosity. Tesa relaxed the stiff readiness in her body, but did not shuffle back. When he spoke to her, Tesa could hear, and a small smile lay upon the acolyte’s lips. Yes, Cassie was a unique person.
Iniquitous finally stepped back and addressed them all, repeating what Cassandra had said and the reason behind it. Unlike others who might need the explanation, Tesa did not. She understood fully that in order to clean up a mess, you sometimes had to create a bigger mess before you brought in the broom. It was after the mess you went through and rebuilt, and rebuilt properly, and you disposed of which has nothing more to offer you, fixing or throwing away what is now useless.
And the smile shifted into a smirk when Iniquitous planted a final seed to sprinkle on the minds of others. To make them think about what they truly wanted. Why they had truly been compelled to be here. Considering what they really sought after. Was it the power? Was it the title? It could be so many things, and uncertainty began to cloud the air, choking those who were certain.
And to those who stood out first and made their pledges quickly, she could see that some had had not reason to come other than they had nothing more to do with their lives. Several didn’t put much thought into it. Some had already made up their minds. Few were actually certain they would pledge total loyalty. Those who spoke out arrogantly made Tesa want to go over and hiss violently in their face. They believed they deserved more. They thought highly of themselves. But what if Lord Iniquitous did not see highly of them? She resisted the high urge to say something brutal to them right then and there. For a moment, she lingered, touching Cassie lightly against the shoulder when the girl stepped back, sending a short feeling of warmth through the touch. Her mind raced wildly and Tesa forced the smirk from her face.
“Lord Iniquitous,” she called out, stepping forward. She fell to a formal bow, and spread her hands before her. “What talents I carry are yours to give command to. I pledge loyalty to your cause and Order. And for those too ignorant to understand,” there was a smooth transition from submission to rebuking tone of voice. Tesa rose again, raising her eyes to those who called themselves full of talents that would be wasted hunting out those against them. “… For those who are too ignorant to understand, your pledge is a rebirth. Who you were up until this point is dead. You have nothing. You start anew. You are no different than the rest of us. We are infants now, and in mere seconds we do not become teenagers who believe ourselves higher than the opinion of the guardian or parent. In the parent’s eyes, you are at wrong.” The smirk finally crossed. “Learn to accept what your parent tells and teaches you, and be grateful for what you receive. Under these circumstances, anything less can be precarious.
“My Lord,” Tesa said, bowing once more to dismiss herself from the less than five feet within the circle she stood before. She stepped back and next to Cassie. Under her breath, directed at the seer, she huffed.
“Food for thought.”
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Post by Grawn on Feb 17, 2009 2:37:47 GMT -5
From behind his mask, a wild fire danced in Grawn's eye.
This was it.
This was what he had waited for.
"I will serve the Sith without question, milord. For far to long the Jedi have been allowing filth to spread across this galaxy and the corrupt government it protects until nothing is left but DISEASE. I will follow you, for i can see you are the fire that will eradicate the plague", he said above the noise of the crowd, making sure his voice was heard above the mumbling and bumblings of fools who questioned the being before them.
Darth Iniquitous was the future of the galaxy and Grawn refused to be left behind. "I have vast experience in stealth combat, my talents and blades are yours", he said finally as he approached the man, even though he towered over him and drew his blades in a X across his chest and kneeled before him.
He felt no embarrasment. He felt no cringe, no loss of pride or self being. Sometimes one must let go of their emotions to see the big picture and that picture Grawn saw was glorious beyond comprehension. The Dark Jedi looked notioned for Mist to follow suit, the boy walking over briskfully and kneeling before Iniquitous. His apprentice would learn firsthand the power of the darkside through war itself, the light that still lit dimly in his heart would be snuffed out.
"I am at your service till my last breath", was all Grawn had to say as he rose once more, his blades back on his belt and a raging wildfire burning within him.
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Post by Kennyb77 on Feb 17, 2009 5:17:14 GMT -5
Norrec stood completely still, and absorbed the entire speech. After Darth Iniquitous finish, some of the crowd jumped up instantly to join this New Order. Half did not bother to listen to the speech and jumped at the idea of being a part in a powerful machine. The other half listened but assumed that they are better than everyone else in the group, and that they should just be promoted to the top of the ladder without having to work for it.
They made Norrec smile, It looked like a pack of starving rats attacking a piece of meat. He looked at the rats with remorse, why do they crave power so much? The more power they gain will not make them live longer. If they are remembered it will only be for the power, not by the person themselves. Norrec also thought it was funny about Iniquitous letting them leave this planet alive. He might let them leave the group for a show of character, but they would not get far. Inquitous could not let them leave with the information they just heard, what happen if they blabbed his conspiracy to the Jedi. If the Jedi heard of this they would all be dead in a matter of weeks.
Norrec waited for all of the people who decided instantaneously, and approached Inquitous. There has always been people like you Inquitous. All through history of powerful people trying to change the galaxy, but if you are the one to set the galaxy in flames I will join you. Norrec slightly bowed to Inquitous and stepped out the way for they next person to dedicate their life.
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Feb 17, 2009 6:22:15 GMT -5
Post by sparrow on Feb 17, 2009 6:22:15 GMT -5
How long had it been? How long since that fateful day when Zarene Yin had first encountered the Sith? A few weeks ago at most, in the underground tunnels of Subterrel, she had first encountered the Dark Lord of the Sith Darth Paxis himself. She remembered how afraid she had been during that first meeting, how angry and helpless she had felt, lashing out at everyone and everything. Yet somehow he had been able to see the potential in her. His words had inspired her, given her new purpose. Now, she stood once again before the Sith Lords. This time she was not afraid.
Almost immediately after Inquitious had finished his speech, the others began to declare their obedience, all too ready to sing the praises of their own virtues and talents. Standing next to Aeron, who like her had not yet moved, she watched the spectacle from the sidelines, and tried hard to repress an amused smile. Especially one particular young slip of a girl addressing the crowd, simultaneously attempting to insult those who had been kissing the masters' earlier while doing a fair share of kissing herself,... that one actually made her chuckle slightly.
Idly running a metal thumb across the scarred tissue of the right side of her face, Zarene was no hurry. She had already pledged her allegiance, and there was no need for her right now to join in the growing number of dark jedi hurriedly engaging in self-promotion. The weakest dog in the pack yelps the loudest, she thought, But you, Master, will judge me by not by my words but my deeds.
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Feb 17, 2009 10:17:15 GMT -5
Post by Prodigal on Feb 17, 2009 10:17:15 GMT -5
Listening intently to what the one known as Darth Inquitious had to offer, his facial features displayed no sense of wonder or personal rapture Wheels within wheels Aeron… Watch, listen and then make your choice; it’s the ravenous Kinrath that tastes what’s offered before watching how it affects others of the hive.The veiled threats and innuendos that were intermingled with pledges of loyalty barely registered but a simple phrase managed to escape his lips in his tell-tale soft voice “In appearances place no faith.”Nodding slightly towards Zarene as she smiled at the various attempts to curry favour, he edged somewhat closer towards Inquitious as his voice, despite the softness of his tone, seemed to ring out to those gathered in close “For few of us milord, this is the exchange of one series of masters for another… If this is to be the faction in which I pledge my allegiance to then I need to realise one golden truth; is this to be another order rife with indecision and plagued with favouritism or will it be based off of merit?” Looking to those who had already pledged themselves without forethought and had made fawning comments, he allowed Inquitious’s words permeate and sift through his mind “You want to kill me and try and take this power by Force, it’s tempting isn’t it? After all, I’m surrounded, outnumbered by all of you, you could all draw your weapons now and strike me down. But then, there are some who have already sworn their allegiance to the Sith amongst you, how can you tell between friend and foe?” Unclipping his saber and adjusting his unorthodox grip, Aeron quickly divested himself from the herd “Do not misconstrue this for more then what it is Darth Inquitious, I do not mean to offer disrespect, but if I am to swear allegiance I need to know for certain that you will do what is necessary to protect and further your aims… Otherwise I have merely exchanged the hypocrisy of the Jedi Order for another.” Looking towards first Inquitious and then to the throng of followers, his eyes rested on the form of the self-proclaimed Sith Lord “I will serve only one who can best me, it isn’t an estimation of my skill but of my self-worth but the question remains lord… Will you meet me here or will you send another?”
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Feb 17, 2009 12:33:25 GMT -5
Post by Meira on Feb 17, 2009 12:33:25 GMT -5
Renata had paid little attention to the growing crowd of Dark Jedi. Her thoughts were consumed in meditation, in maintaining the darkness around herself. It was not a hard task at all. It did not consume her with effort. It was an enjoyable task. She did not wish to spare thoughts to others, for it would take away from the caress of the dark energy. No, she did not struggle for the darkness, she had not struggled for some time. She immersed herself for the sheer joy of the feeling. If any were to pull her away from it, it would not be those who stood below. It would be those who sat with her above the crowd.
Renata's respect for her master had only grown since her return to his presence. His acceptance of another as an equal. His acceptance of his comrade's apprentices. These were signs that Iniquitous and Paxis did not lie when they claimed their new order would be a brotherhood, a family. And as the group trained, her respect for the other apprentices grew. They all had their own skills and areas of expertise. They were stronger together than they were alone. They were the embodiment of their masters' dream. And soon their family would grow.
Her master's movement brought her focus out of the darkness, and she looked down on those gathered as if for the first time. She could sense those she had recruited, but more so, she looked over those she had not. She watched them all with curious eyes, wondering who would stand out more than the rest. Of course, none would be able to show their true worth through words alone, but Renata mused over them anyway. Some were proud even as they submitted. Some rebuked others, even as they submitted. One challenged. Even as he submitted.
Renata's brow wrinkled as she noticed the man. Aeron. He and Zarene had already been sent on one mission. Their allegiance had already been somewhat tested. Yet Aeron stepped forward. Had he not already submitted? Why the challenge now? Renata wondered if it was a sense of masculine pride that drove him. All to often, men gave way to their more basic senses, feeling some need to prove their prowess. If this was the case, Aeron had lowered himself in her eyes. The true measure of a man was not in his ability to conquer others through sheer force, nor prove that he would only submit to one who could conquer him in such a fashion. The true measure was mastery of the self.
The thought turned Renata's eyes on Veratos. He was a man. His power, his strength, and his wisdom was not threatened by others. He accepted authority and gave respect where it was due. He did not seek to impose himself over another, and in doing so, proved he was more powerful than many. He was a true man.
With a smile at the thought of her companion still on her face, Renata turned her eyes back on the scene. How would her master respond to the man's challenge? He would not disrespect the man, that much was true. She wondered if he would humor Aeron's request to a duel. In spite of the arrogance he displayed, she could understand his meaning behind it all, silly as it might have been. She wanted to put the man in his place. Aeron should have known better. Was he not one of her own recruits?
Renata had to calm the flames that licked inside of her. She knew well that her master did not need her protection. He was far more powerful than he allowed those below to believe. And so she watched, her face never changing from an expression of passive indifference. To those below, it would seem she had not heard anything at all.
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Feb 17, 2009 14:48:23 GMT -5
Post by Jace on Feb 17, 2009 14:48:23 GMT -5
Gabriella watched as the one, this Inquitious, stepped forward and proclaimed himself Dark Overlord of the Sith. The title meant little to Gabriella, in fact that man meant very little to her. She could sense the power that this Inquitious wielded. She also found it quite amusing that there were two Overlords. She figured that this 'brotherhood' would eventually only have one Overlord.
Gabriella scoffed at the other who blindly pledged their allegiance to this man and this brotherhood. There was only one thing she was interested in...Destruction,Death, and Chaos. This was the reason why she was even at this meeting, why she undertook the Bakura mission. She wasn't in it for the power or two get back at the Jedi, she just wanted to inflict pain. If these Sith Lords didn't realize that by now, then they were bigger fools then she thought.
Then again if they were smart, all they had to do was give Gabriella opportunities to cause pain and she wouldn't do anything out of line. If she started to get bored though, then things probably wouldn't go as smoothly.
The Echani raises her eyebrow in slight interest as Aeron challenged this Inquitious.
At least one of these cretins has a pair she said to herself, her disgust for the others was clear.
Gabriella did not pledge her allegiance nor did she speak out, she merely stayed quiet. She wanted her next mission, this meeting was getting quite bothersome. If things didn't change pace soon, she might just torture the person standing next to her.
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Feb 17, 2009 16:24:14 GMT -5
Post by Zarkan on Feb 17, 2009 16:24:14 GMT -5
Zarnia watched the man next to lord praxis stand. So this is the other. She thought quietly to herself she slowly stood as she listened to the man speak his words seeming to burrow into the young woman as she watched on almost falling into a hypnotic stupor. Suddenly she realized the man was no longer at his perch, but instead was down in the mob. Careful not to majorly ruffle any feathers she made her way to the man all around her she could hear murmurs all around her and even some already swearing there off to the Dark Lord. Indeed there was no doubt in her mind that she herself would swear allegiance indeed she already had to Lord Praxis.
Finally she slipped though into the front of a small open circle surrounding Inquitius and another man. Looking on she heard this man challenge the man. She stepped out from the circle some what nervously as she left the crowd and carefully cleared her throat attempting to shove down her uncomfortableness under her aristocratic training. She did not recognize the man, but if he swore he would be her brother so she choose to address him as such.
"Brother not to scoff at you, but well, To believe that Strength is that what it takes to be a leader is to doom your hunt from the beginning." Shaking her head she looked between the Dark jedi and the Sith lord. "No, leadership is not something to be measured by feats of skill or strength, but intelligence and wisdom." Finally she turned solely to the Sith lord. "Mi'Lord Inquties I bid you answer a simple riddle for my allegiance." She allowed herself a small curtsied allowing the rule of the courts to over come her growing uneasy at being the center of attention. "What flame burns the brightest and scars the deepest; yet gives not light nor warmth?"
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Feb 17, 2009 17:13:14 GMT -5
Post by Prodigal on Feb 17, 2009 17:13:14 GMT -5
Watching as others held barely concealed grins or offered their own snippets of wisdom he inwardly scoffed; if this was merely a light saber measuring contest then he would have very well earned their scorn.
Glancing first toward Renata and then to Iniquitous, his words were soft and drawn out as they were directed to the one who had first ensnared him into this little web and to the one who who lay in the center of it "Some may see it as a by-product of testosterone or perhaps a way to establish myself in this pecking order but in truth.. I merely wish to see if your strength of will runs as deep as your aspirations milord.. Many so-called leaders tell their followers to follow and yet those self-same masters allow those most loyal to fall without extending the same loyalties."
His words continued even as his eyes locked with the one who had felt the need to presume upon his intentions despite the fact that his words were directed elsewhere "So my question is this; are you willing to set your followers to task without forethought as do so many others.. Or are you willing to do what needs to be done by your own hand?"
He himself had no illusions about the outcome; if the challenge was met he would lose but in accepting the challenge Iniquitous would gain without even landing a blow. Let the others aspire to become automatons if that was their desire, or to become puppets on a string; if Aeron was to wholly give himself over to what was proposed and become a loyal follower, he had to understand how deep their well-spring of convictions ran... Even if that meant withstanding great pain.
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Feb 17, 2009 21:36:38 GMT -5
Post by Jenno on Feb 17, 2009 21:36:38 GMT -5
(OOC: I have responded to the posts in an order which I believe allows for a better flow.)
As the gathering baaed and bleated their responses out Iniquitous had to try to intake and process the variety of words thrown at him. The first few muttered content acceptances of his offer, there was most likely some uncertainty of their choice deep within the recesses of their minds, but that was just a natural reaction. Without any form of real proof Iniquitous himself would have doubts if he were a spectator in this crowd.
But then came the comments dripping with the predictable illusions of self importance and self worth, there were those amongst the crowd who would deem themselves above others, to think that they should be placed upon a pedestal just for having that bit more experience, that unique trait. But to Iniquitous, there were no pedestals for anyone to stand on and boast from, not until they had proven to him and the Order that they were actually worth such attention.
He looked to the second man who had voiced his opinion about leaving the killings to ‘lesser’ members of the crowd. “With all due respect,” he retorted, “although your title and position may prove useful and your” he said turning to the first who had spoken, “talents could lead you to a position where you might best make use of them, you have yet to prove anything to any of those gathered here.” He stepped back and looked between the pair. The girl who had spoken appeared to understand, she had quite the clear vision of what this entailed, another interesting candidate to observe when training commenced. He bowed his head to her as she stepped back. “Do not sully the deeds which are required of you, it is but the first step on a much larger stairway, do not think that we send you out whilst we sit back and watch, you will not be alone. The four apprentices will also be taking on missions no different to your own; do you consider them lesser beings?” He directed the speech towards those who he wanted to see the truth, to understand that this was to be the start of their Order, there would be no ‘greater’ members if there was no faction for them to rally under.
“Everyone will be doing something to progress the construction of this Order, even Lord Paxis and I would be taking on such missions if we did not have something else to be doing, so that you all have something to return to.” He left that up in the air, already his plans for their temple were streaming through his mind, it would take a lot of effort even for the Dark Overlords, but they had some time in which to at least lay the foundations of the grand structure.
Then came the almost lecturing words of an approaching Dark Jedi, her words were true, to a point, but he believed there was another opportunity here to make his aim clear. “You mention strength, but perhaps you have a misconstrued meaning of the word, granted it is a fickle phrase. The kind of strength we envision is not found in the most powerful arm, nor the keenest mind. These things are useful but our main strength will be unity. Look how far intelligence, physical strength or strength in the Force has gotten the Dark Jedi so far, nowhere. Some find strength in numbers, but that is just a naïve assumption, a small sect of unified and unyielding can tear down a faction which is only loosely structured.”
It seemed now that she wanted to test him, but not his strength, not his skill, but his wisdom and intelligence; she posed to him a riddle. He considered it for a few moments before responding. “That is a question which I cannot truly answer because I do not know you. Each of us would have a response to that, and the root would be different for us all, perhaps if I thought the way you did, experienced the things you had, then I would know the answer you seek. But for most I would say that it is likely to be anger or fear, both can leave deep scars if control of one’s emotions is not learned. I hope that reply appeased you somewhat.” He finished with a curt nod.
Then came forth another, presenting him a challenge in the form of combat, in all honesty he had expected such a thing. And yet, it was not that straight forward, this man’s aims were not for the duel itself but Iniquitous’ own reaction to the challenge. “Hmm” was the only sound which pushed through his pursed lips. Taking a step back with his right leg he raised the corresponding hand, gesturing behind him, leading it towards Renata. At first it looked perhaps like he was selecting her. But instead he let the flows of the Force fluctuate from him and dictate the nature of his actions. From Renata’s waist unclipped the two lightsabers that were attached there, casually they drifted towards Iniquitous as he stood in the centre of the group.
Both blades slipped into his right hand as he wrapped his fingers around them, encompassing them in his grip. Dropping one of the sabers into his left hand he bade the observers back with a mild gesture and a quiet “please”. Even if this man only cared about his response, a victory here would assure those around them that he was not just a mass of structured sentences, and that the Sith did actually possess some skill.
Combat was not something Iniquitous had experienced for a while now. Of course, he had been training, but there was only so much one could learn from such a process. Real combat, above the level of simple sparring, was what separated practitioners from true masters. He slid back onto his right leg, stimulating the muscles there with most of his body weight. He ignited the lightsabers and rolled them into position. His right hand was near the side of his face, blade pointing at his opponent whilst the left hand was outstretched, blade pointing directly up so that the two white hot plasmatic beams were almost touching. It was a basic Soresu stance, adapted for the use of dual blades. He was, after all, on the defensive. Feeling the strong hum of the yellow blades through his hands, Iniquitous couldn’t help but praise their construction; he had been present at their birth but had never thought he would one day wield them. But they were well built, the blade was strong and steady, the hilt easy enough to grip, although it was most likely perfect for Renata herself.
This of course raised the question, why did he not use his own blade, and from the point of view of those around him, did he even possess a blade of his own? Would he have been so foolish as to walk into a pit filled with some of the most untamed beings in the galaxy without a single fang or tooth with which to defend himself. He was no fool, his lightsaber was on his person, but beneath his robes it was not visible to any of those present. He did not wish to use that blade, not here against a man he sought to recruit, not kill or maim. That was what his lightsaber was for, that silver blade would only know combat if it was against those it would take the life of, from those it would cut and slash and hack and mutilate beyond measure. The purest of blades to commit the most atrocious acts, much like himself, the Sith Lord though. That blade meant more to him than anyone knew, probably more than anyone would ever know. But now was not the time to get sentimental, there was battle to be had, victory to claim, men and women to lure into his grasp.
By means of turning his head towards Aeron, Iniquitous ‘looked’ at the man as he spoke to him, “you may have the first attack” he said. Iniquitous’ muscles were bound and unmoving, like some grand fortress preparing for an invasion, but would his opponent’s tools of war be enough to break through the wall?
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Feb 17, 2009 21:49:03 GMT -5
Post by Dire Wolf on Feb 17, 2009 21:49:03 GMT -5
Jeron honestly did not care much about gaining power, prestige, serving some new master... he had his experiences under tutelage and suffice to say... they were less than pleasant. One might even say that they were the cause for his current mental state. While many others were blindly pledging their allegiance to this ruffian Jeron sat silent, while he did not say he wouldn't join... he didn't say he would either. Not yet. He just stood there, thinking about the facts: 1) If he said no they probably would not let him leave... or they would... depending on how far they want the rumors to spread. 2) If Jeron didn't join at that particular moment he probably would be forced to soon after... a Dark brotherhood of force users tends to make others particularly scared of you, it wold be harder for him to move around un-noticed. Finally the third point 3) If he didn't join he would be missing out on a lot of... FUN! being in this Dark Brotherhood would probably give him millions of opportunities to taunt and torture the weak (and their servants).
After but a few minutes the tall and slender man made his decision. It was No. For all of his pretty words and heft charisma the man had truly not proved himself in the least... it had worked for most of the lemmings here... but not for him. It was until he came back to reality to find the Sith Lord in a combative stance with two lightsabers activated that he realized that this man may be more than just his words. Jeron would sit, wait, and watch... if this man was truly all that he thought he was maybe then the man would throw in with him.
Maybe...
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