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Jun 15, 2010 13:22:25 GMT -5
Post by Rugs on Jun 15, 2010 13:22:25 GMT -5
Nieraan's stomach shifted irritably when the small vessel he was in dropped out of hyperspace over Felucia. His joints, which were growing a bit uncomfortable after sitting for so long, popped loudly as he stood up and stretched before moving overt to one of the viewports to get a better look at the world they'd be visiting. According to what he'd been told of the planet previously, it was covered in giant fungal forests, and home to a variety of interesting creatures. Truth be told, the young Firrerreo cared little about those details; plants were boring and the wildlife would only end up dead if any of it got in his way. Perhaps there'd be some fun to be had, though.
He was part of a team comprised of four Sith that were being sent to look after the construction of some base or something. Nieraan hadn't paid much attention in their briefing. However, he was sure that it was safe to assume that they were there to make sure everything was proceeding smoothly and to kill anything that might try to interfere. Nieraan hoped with all of his being that something would try to interfere; he might go mad if he had to sit around and listen to talks with the Gossam or whatever the hell they were called.
He ran a hand through his shaggy, shoulder length hair as he turned around to take in those that were sent out with him. Silas, the Sith that'd nearly strangled him into unconsciousness when he first arrived at the Temple, was there, along with Novus, one of the Dark Ladies. And then there was the other one. Caleb was his name, Nieraan believed. He was young, and not someone Nieraan paid much attention to. The boy didn't feel to be very strong at all in the Force. "A pity, that," Nieraan muttered under his breath. He just hoped the kid wouldn't get in the way, should things take a violent turn.
A gentle metallic clinking followed Nieraan as the two saber hilts that hung from his side tapped gently against each other while he moved back to where he'd been sitting. Of course, he was up and moving again after sitting down. Nieraan was restless. He wanted to actually do something, rather than just sit on that Force-damned ship; he felt like he was wasting away, just sitting there. He ended up leaning against one of the walls near his companions after a few moments, and decided he'd just stay there until they reached the ground.
"So," he started, deciding to turn his pent up energy to conversation, rather than constantly pacing around, "are we actually going to do anything while we're here? Or is it just going to be sitting around and watching other people work on this base?"
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Post by Silas on Jun 17, 2010 21:45:34 GMT -5
Silently upon one of the seats of the shuttle Silas sat, his eye closed as he meditated on the force around him. Rifts of its oddities, and swirls of the imperfections hidden among it were prevalent as he delved deeply into those little imperfections. Around him there were three other force sensitives whom he could easily sense. One of them was the kid he’d dragged to this mission, but the way he was pacing, and moving around made him double guess his idea. Another was a young initiate named Caleb he’d never really talked to, but he wasn’t too strong in the Force, and would probably just need to be watched during this mission. Then, of course, there was Novus. This particular Force User was strong in the force, very strong, and it was no wonder she was Dark Lady of the Sith. There was no desire for him to speak at the moment, though, all he wanted to do was sit, and contemplate what was ahead.
”So, are we actually going to do anything while we’re here? Or is it just going to be sitting around and watch other people work on this base?” Ask Nieraan from a little ways away, and Silas groaned a little as he opened his eyes to regard the young Fierrerreo. A heavy sigh accompanied with a quick pop of his neck helped to bring him back from the realm of the Force, but still he sat on the seat.
Really, while he figured there would be a little resistance from the Felucians, and a little back talk from those Gossam, which might require a bit of a slap, but other than that there really didn’t look like anything would be exciting on this little trip. Really, he just wanted to get it done with so that this base could be built, the Sith would think he was actually doing things, and everyone would be happy. Well, not the Felucians but it had been decided upon a while back that no one really gave a damn what they thought. They were a primitive people, and Silas only saw a good in them being experimented on for study. Perhaps he’d bring one home with him if all of this turn out right, that might prove to be a good little memento from his trip to Felucia. All he’d have to figure out was how to explain to the others why he brought along a straggler. Then again since when did he have to explain his intentions to anyone.
”Probably the second choice. I wouldn’t get your hopes up, though, you might be able to kill a mosquito or two from the sounds of Felucia,” Muttered Silas to Nierran as he too stood up, noticing that they’d dropped out of hyperspace.
Out of the window he could see the planet growing through the view port, the emotionless face of the pilot as he mechanically prepared for the decent through the atmosphere, and the sun in the distance as it cast rays to bend around the planet in an almost blinding effect. All of it was a very beautiful picture. Silas had never been afraid to point out beauty where it existed in nature, moments such as this, a perfect woman, and the death of someone innocent. Of course the last was probably the most beautiful in all reality, but few people really appreciated it, they didn’t take time to savour the reality of it. No, people were narrow minded, and insolent at best, they lost the ability to define magnificent from monstrous a long time ago. Somewhere along the way they got the two mixed, and Silas planned on some day setting these mindsets straight.
As they began their descent through the atmosphere a call came over the man’s mic, but Silas didn’t listen for his mind was distracted by other things. Slowly he moved his head to the side as he watched the flames lick at the side of the shuttle, it danced as it shed light on the Sith’s face. Shadows and lights moved about the cockpit as the viewport erupted into flames, but as the pilot slowed down so did the flames, and subsequently a sigh escaped from his mouth. So much for that, it had been magnificent while it lasted, but it once again slowly faded away into the mundane.
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Post by Jenno on Jul 27, 2010 16:17:01 GMT -5
This was a strange occurrence for Caleb as he sat upon the small transport shuttle. He was well aware that becoming Darth Novus’ apprentice would place certain challenges in his way, but he had not imagined that she would ask him to take part in any form of mission, at least until he had been trained to a level of competence. But not long after she decided to teach him she had been called away to the planet of Felucia for her own mission, to execute an agreement between the gossam that lived on the mostly vacant planet. From what he’d learned Caleb understood that the Empire wanted to make use of much of the free room in order to establish construction facilities to help the expansion of the army. Whether it was for droids, weapons or vehicles the young student didn’t care. But still he questioned his master’s decision, internally of course.
And now he sat upon this shuttle with two other members of the Sith Order. They held the rank of initiate like he did, but they possessed far more strength than he did, even he could feel it. He could not recall anything about the planet of Felucia; it wasn’t a world he had learned about during his time in the Jedi, not that he learned much from them apart from how flawed their schooling system was and how inept they were at teaching.
Their descent to the surface was brief and the two Sith on board with him had started up a conversation. Neither seemed too interested in him, he probably seemed to be nothing more than a small weakling to them. But he found it to be a good thing that they weren’t interested in him. Truth be told, being part of the Sith was somewhat unnerving. Considering it was built upon power and Caleb possessed very little of that, he was often worried that if he stuck his neck out to far it would all too easily be cut off. If he could avoid the interest of others, make it seem as though he was no threat to them then he would be safe until he had the ability to act for himself. But he didn’t know how long until that would be.
In turn he made sure to keep his sense out of the conversation the other Sith on board were having as he focused instead upon his meditating, a technique that the Jedi had introduced him to and that the Sith had expanded upon, allowing him to fly higher into the reaches of the force than he’d ever known and still he could sense this was just the beginning, he still had much higher to fly with his wings, and he would make sure that he reached a height that would make others admire his talent and ability instead of blindly ignore it. He would show the Jedi that he had broken free from the bonds they placed upon his regal wings. He looked forward to that day.
They had landed now upon the planet’s surface now and the motion jerked Caleb from the thoughts that often came to him nowadays. As he stood to leave he assumed that it was because he was so furious at himself for simply accepting things after his time as a youngling and spending so much time upon Bakura as little more than a farmer, a life his parents thought they were getting him away from. And whilst meeting Looma there made it seem like it wasn’t so much of a waste, it still ate at him.
These thoughts left his head as he stepped out onto the landing pad, one of the few finished parts of what would become a Sith base. From there the Empire would construct their industrial facilities, with the protection of the military at hand; these were troubling times after all. But the shifting of workers and armed troopers didn’t catch Caleb’s attention at this point. No, he was looking out into the distance, to where the wild scenery, bright and colourful, swayed, as of yet untouched by the dirtied hands of Sith excavators. Now he understood why he was present here and why his master has requested him to leave that barren wasteland of a home. This world was made for him, for the gift he had, for the power he could exercise. Suddenly he felt at ease as he could feel the plants through the force, they felt as vibrant to him as they looked. He had been too wrapped up in his thoughts during their descent to pay any attention to the plant life here, but now, as he slid across the landing bay he couldn’t help but smile slightly. Now he was a dangerous weapon.
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Post by Rugs on Aug 14, 2010 17:21:15 GMT -5
"Oh good," Nieraan snorted in answer to Silas, "cause when I went to Korriban, I'd had dreams of become Nieraan, renowned mosquito killer." He hmphed to himself and sighed, idly thumbing the hilt of one of his lightsabers as he watched the surface of the fetid world come up to greet them. It was his gold lightsaber of course--he didn't need to look at it to know that much. Both it and his dark blue secondary saber were special things, of course, as they'd both been through the same process of having his presence imbued into them as most other lightsabers did. But the gold one was from a time nearly forgotten--a time when he'd been innocent and pure. Those days were gone now, and he wouldn't trade the strength he'd gained to go back to them, but still, some small part deep down inside of his soul missed them; perhaps having the link to them in his lightsaber was enough to make that part of him speak just a little louder, if only for a moment.
Whatever thoughts about the past Nieraan might have been having soon faded away as his mind returned to the business at hand. I can't believe I got sent to this. Of all the wastes of time... His shaggy hair swayed about his shoulders as he shook his head. When he'd been told that he'd be going on this mission, he'd almost refused. "It's a waste of my abilities," he'd wanted to say. But then the remembrance that he'd already gotten into enough trouble dawned, along with the knowledge that being difficult at this stage of the game wouldn't get him anywhere, so he acquiesced. Could always be worse, I guess. At least the conflict between the two groups on Felucia might provide some entertainment.
Or so he hoped.
"Ah, well," he said with a sigh when the shuttle touched down. He made his way down the ramp and onto the surface and looked around, squinting as his eyes adjusted to the sunlight. It was bright. It was humid. It was hot. "Wonderful," he muttered.
It was so strange, seeing a world like this after living most of his days out in the dark corners and alleyways of Metellos. On that world, it was the buildings that stretched up toward the heavens, as monuments to the glories of civilization, while its people went about as living testaments to its failures. This world, though? It was the plants that reached skyward. Or maybe they were fungi, now that he looked at them, noting the variety of mushrooms and other such things. And this world was filled with life--a different sort of life than Metellos. There life consisted of people wallowing in their squalor, living out their days as little more than prey for those that held more power than they did. But here, things were more natural; wilder, freer, more alive. It was interesting. It's a far cry from home, he thought as he walked down the ramp. Doesn't even compare to the dead rock that Korriban is.
"Well, Silas, I think I'll leave the talking to you," he said wryly to the older man. "I think we can agree that I'm not the best diplomat around, yes?" He paused thoughtfully for a few moments and then grinned darkly. "But, if anything needs killing, I'll gladly oblige."Then he turned his attention back to the other Sith. Caleb. Nieraan had yet to hear a word from him.
"And what about you? What part do you think you might play here?"
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Post by Silas on Oct 25, 2010 21:51:23 GMT -5
Life had always been precious to him in the way that a tree was valuable to one who carved wood for a living. This thing people liked to classify as ‘life’ brought about some of the most interesting things in all the universe, and like a man who carved wood he enjoyed to chip at it till it made what he wanted. When he got his hands on someone he enjoyed to pick them apart, to rip the rough surface away to give light to something new, and auspicious. Could one be blamed for trying to make the world a better place even if it mean to sacrifice his own morals to do so? Silas thought not, nor did he care to assess what the world thought on the matter, for the deed was far from reversible, and now as he walked into the harsh light of this planet’s star he was reminded of how truly rough life was in its primal form. Sickly foliage snaked their branches out like a beggar as it searched for sunlight in the far distance, and it was a comforting sight to see the shapes of buildings. Humanity did well enough with resources at hand to make best of a universe full of planets such as this, and ones even more atrocious to make them seem habitable. The beginnings of such advancement had begun to take root on this site where the ungainly had been ripped up to make room from the new.
Slowly his cold eyes roved over the ground while he searched for where he knew they would be staying for the duration of this mission; however long it took. With a light step upon out onto the pad which had been set up for their ship he made it off the ship with a nice sigh. It was nice to step foot on a planet once more after he’d been on a ship for so long, it’d started to seem like his whole life was about stars, and darkness – much darkness. Of course this was no Mygeeto or Chandrilia but it would suffice for a while as the three here along with perhaps one more assessed the current situation, and made preparations for further development in this area. While he might not have much talent in construction, but there were two things that required here on this planet he might have a certain knack at; diplomatic relations, and a spark of intelligence. Silas would bring both, and perhaps if chanced shined on them they would soon have a Dark Lady of the Sith herself here too make things more pleasant. The confirmation of that brought to him a matter which he could not ignore any longer. The Jedi.
While there had been little talk of them before this all transpired, they had been the elephant in the room this entire time. Their presence would complicate things for sure, but not in a way that made the Sith nervous in any way. Perhaps he was a simple initiate, but that did not change the fact that he could teach most of his ‘associates’ how to mop the floor with their own skins. Any Jedi who happened to waltz in his way would be crushed as simple, and efficiently as possible. That was why the Dark Lady was coming no doubt and that meant they did fear the Jedi would interfere, which interested Silas in and of itself. Perhaps there was fear amongst the leaders of the ability of the Sith to control themselves, and that gave him an excellent opportunity to slide his way past normal protocol. Before he died-which he had not quite ruled out yet-he would be remembered; the Sith would know his name like they knew Iniquitous, or even this Renata.
Regardless of this Rentata’s position he moved forward with the plans, not quite worried that she would get too worried if he set the pace of this little encounter. Then he heard one of the voices from behind, and his head quickly snapped back. Now reminded of their presence his voice reminded them, “Yes, Nieraan, it seems as if you’ve grown some level of intelligence here shortly. If you speak for whatever reason I’ll make a lightsaber thrown at you look like giving an orphan a home.”
The other child he had booted along for no particular reason he could be aware of other than to simply take up space was named Caleb. The young one was not very advanced in his studies, but somewhere he saw a spark of potential he would keep track of. It wasn’t only that one of the Dark Ladies herself had claimed him for her student, but that there was something about him that was more than most others among the Sith. Like he might actually know his place here, and that was a step above most. However, he was particularly interested in what the boy had to say too, for the sake of this mission it might be nice to know if he had any valuable assets they could use to their advantage if harm did break loose.
Once again he addressed them mid-stride, but more focused on this Caleb figure, “I am most curious, child. What is your reason for being here? And I mean on Felucia, not some hare-brained notion of grandeur amongst the Sith.”
In front of them was the embassy he had known would be here, and their appearance brought some light to this dreary day. The men were all reptilian, which he pegged for these Gossam they were supposed to be dealing with along the way. All of them were dressed in exquisite detail with a fine display of intricacies he liked to see in people when he was forced to talk to them. They took pride in their outward appearance, which must be maintained properly in the civilized society that functioned all around them, and if they had denied this like these Felucians had Silas would have little patience for them. Instead, though, he faced them with a certainty that things would go smoothly provided that these proved to be as mentally capable as they were aesthetically.
One of their hands extended to Silas’ who was the obvious leader of this expedition, and in turn the Sith took him to be in charge as well. A reptilian voice that seemed unaccustomed to basic tongue rasped to them, “Greetings, welcome to humble planet.” The words were lisped, and uncomfortable on his lips as he continued, “We sincerely hope you had a nice trip here, and we will take every step to ensure your stay here is most…efficient.”
The last word in his sentence seemed to have a meaning behind it more than simple implications, so he took it in stride as best he could, “Why thank you, sir. I am sure you will, and we will take certain measure to make sure that everything turns out profitable for both of us.” A sly smile twisted over his lips as he uttered the words, as devilish intent perked the edges of his eyes, and for perhaps a second there was a light in those eyes of his, but only a second.
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Oct 28, 2010 0:40:17 GMT -5
Post by Jenno on Oct 28, 2010 0:40:17 GMT -5
Foliage curled upon itself as the bright calming blue leaves clashed with the magma red petals of a similarly giant flower. The young boy could sense the strong pulsating life energy that glistened within these plants. It ran across this planet like an unstoppable current. The farms upon Bakura could not compare to this planet. Such a wild and powerful energy that Caleb almost choked upon the intensity with which this plant simply lived. With each breath it took it felt as though a wave was submerging him in a blanket. He was connected again. The bitter tendrils that would occasionally sprout upon Korriban were so dark and cold that they might as well not have attempted to exist in the first place. Their envy of these beautiful plants would kill them in an instant.
And then suddenly it happened. By trying to avoid their conversation and interest it seemed that Caleb had managed to garner the attention of both of these stronger Sith. Perhaps silence would anger them; in that case Caleb would just try and be himself. Speak plainly to these men he was meant to be working alongside with. Hopefully that way he wouldn’t panic and end up incurring their anger. The weaker of the two spoke to him first, as if Caleb were really able to judge another person as ‘weaker’.
“I believe my master wants me to help in any defence of the base, should it be necessary. I know that sounds laughable when in the presence of two Sith much more powerful than myself. But whilst I’m on this planet I should be of help. Instead of the hindrance I would have usually been.” His answer was somewhat vague but it didn’t matter much as the other Sith, Silas, would ask him why he was on this planet and so the initiate would be able to expand upon his answer.
As he continued walking with the pair he addressed Silas’ question. “Usually my position would be filled by someone who is adept at combat. But despite my own lack of traditional power I’ve shared a connection with plant life ever since I was a small child. And on a planet with such an abundance of such life I will be able to assist in any confrontation which may arise.” He paused for a moment as they continued on their way to the brief meet that awaited them. “And although I haven’t seen any creatures yet, if they are like the plants of this world then my ability to commune with animals will probably have factored into my master’s decision to include me upon this mission. I suppose it’s a way in which my master can test me. But should any direct confrontation arise, you can probably tell that I would be of much help to either of you.” And with the Caleb fell into silence. He didn’t know if either of them had met others like him who could talk to and control plants and animals. He had been shut off from the outside world for most of his life and he knew of very few Jedi who could use the skills he could. He supposed that if there were more a master might have taken him on as an apprentice, recognising the potential he had.
Silas took the lead in the meeting with the gossam. Official things like this certainly weren’t to be entrusted to someone like Caleb and their other companion Nieraan had already expressed his inadequacy to play the role of ‘diplomat’. But as Darth Novus was dealing with the official business of this arrangement in another location he doubted that there would be much other than pleasantries to deal with. After all, there wasn’t much for them to talk to these gossam about, and they certainly weren’t going to discuss personal issues of the Sith with what were only business partners for the time being.
Despite his comfort at the fact this world was immersed with glorious examples of natural life, the boy still hoped that there would be no need for him to engage his skills in a combat capacity. He hoped that most of his time could be spent here simply communing with the blanket of this world until the development of this base tore a hole into it.
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Post by Necro Stormborn on Nov 10, 2010 21:39:02 GMT -5
Small as it was, a brilliant flash of light illuminated a far off sector of space as a small white blockade runner exited hyperspace above the planet Felucia. The emptiness of space, along with the quiet that normally followed close behind death itself spit back into existence this small pool of doom. Like a black marble weaving through a myriad of white ones, the torrent of dark side energy twisted and crackled around the vessel as it arced down towards the planet surface.
Thrusters engaged to full and the ship kicked forward shooting at increasing speeds to the atmosphere of Felucia. Breaking through moments later, the ship flared red as the heat of entry burned at the starboard side wing. It shook violently as if it might break away but then it slowly calmed and ceased all vibrations as the ship cleared the atmosphere.
Heavy lower thrusters came online and spooled up to slow the ships rapid descent. Moments later, after a low hover had been achieved, the ship gently touched down in one of the landing bays outside what structurally was becoming a sith beach head. It had been decided that Felucia was of great interest to the empire and the order. It needed to be secured and garrisoned, and that was the reason for the presence of this ship, why it had been commissioned to carry its dark passenger from the dark sandstone room of the Sith temple's inner sanctum to this forest planet.
The day waning, and the afternoon now all but passed the ships port side door slid open. A whooshing sound snapped forth as a ramp slowly pushed its way free of the ship and lowered to the landing platform's flooring. The darkness surrounding the ship quietly hummed as it slowly receded into a faint blur as a large fully cloaked being moved down the ramp. He headed towards the base structure, everything but the being's face covered by a dreary black and gray garb.
Thick doors accompanied by 4 guards in security outfits stood before the being as it moved forward into the base. Halting outside of the entry doors the guards questioned the cloaked being to which he simply replied, "Overseeing operations and structural security." After running the information through their database and receiving a green light on their comm channels, they granted him access.
As he slowly moved through the doors into the pleasant cool air conditioned facility the being turned back, pulling off his hood. "There were others from the order sent before me, where might i find my associates.. "
The guard turned quickly to respond, as if caught off guard. Surely he'd been talking to his supervisor about the man's presence. "umm there are some others on sight, I believe you are looking for the Division office or the facility's Office of operations. Should be down the hall, and to your right."
The gaunt face of a man tired and agitated bled through his disposition and clearly made the guard nervous. "thank you, private."
"Enjoy your stay here on Felucia Lord Eurachis"
"I will try.." The man hummed quietly as he moved slowly through the hall looking for his turn and for his pupils. If his Iniquitous was incorrect and Felucia truly wasn't a pivotal point for the Sith, then this would be an enjoyable trip away from home.... one away from the war. The war he had started on Rhen vhar.
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Post by Rugs on Nov 19, 2010 23:31:15 GMT -5
“Yes, Nieraan, it seems as if you’ve grown some level of intelligence here shortly," Silas started as they walked on, drawing Nieraan's attention."If you speak for whatever reason I’ll make a lightsaber thrown at you look like giving an orphan a home.”
Nieraan snorted roughly and scowled a bit. "Yeah, I'm real excited to be working with you too, old man." He very nearly said something else along the lines of 'and I'll run you through if you throw another damn lightsaber at me,' but he decided now wasn't the time to be making off-the-cuff remarks like that. Threats, some might call them. Instead he just sighed and ignored the elder Sith, turning his attention to Caleb when he started to speak.
Honestly, the boy's answer to the questions--both his and the one that Silas gave--didn't make Nieraan any more excited for the task at hand. He was weak. There was no way around that simple fact. Nieraan sighed and glanced around at the plant life. At least he's with us here instead of on some other world. Things might get ugly then. Even so, it wasn't very reassuring.
They came to a halt when they reached the outpost and some Gossam came out to greet them. Beyond idly wondering what it might feel like to crush the throat of one of them through the Force, Nieraan paid them little mind. He'd made it clear he was hear as muscle, more or less; beyond that, he didn't really give a damn about how the negotiations went.
Rather than that, his mind continued to turn over the group he was with. Silas, with whom he shared a mutual dislike for, and Caleb, the boy who--by his own admission--was only worth something because there were plants around. How much he was worth was still to be determined.
They started to move again, and Nieraan decided to probe Caleb a bit further."Tell me something, boy," Nieraan said to Caleb, not bothering to try to hide his disdain towards the weakest member of their group. "Have you ever even been in a real fight?" He paused to glance back at Caleb with yellow eyes for a moment. "I hope for all of our sakes this isn't your first."
He snorted and shook his head, looking ahead again as he continued on behind Silas. "And I hope for your sake that we don't have to fight any real opponents, if things come to fighting."
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Post by Silas on Nov 25, 2010 20:54:13 GMT -5
((Sorry its crap, but here we go))
Wind lightly blew the ruffled auburn hair upon his head when they began to move away from the spot in which the pair had meet. Their eyes had looked immediately to that one thing that signified his affiliation than any cloak, mannerism, or speech could; his lightsaber. The ancient relic of his people that had gone through generation by generation in different manifestations. It was not simply a tool by which they used but a symbol for all Force Users to follow behind. It was the one thing the Jedi and the Sith had in common and it was for this reason the older Sith had fit into a stereotype when he created the crimson blade at his side. Not simply to differentiate himself from those zealous counterparts of his people, but to tell them that he was indeed different from them. To tell the world that his crown was of toil and tears, not of false words coupled with heroic lies. Unfortunately people would rather know lies than see the truth that stared at them so brusquely.
One step took him closer towards the compound, but at the same time it brought him farther from the ship he’d taken here. One step farther from Korrriban and all the sand that tried so fervently to drive him mad. In all this planet was much more to his liking despite its feral designation, and the monstrosity they had begun to rip down. That which Silas so opposed was the one thing about this planet that drew one of his companions in, it seemed. Caleb had become uninteresting since his explanation had been made clear, so he didn’t really answer at the moment. Nieraan had already beat him to any sort of response, and while it may have been a bit on the snobby side he didn’t care it the slightest.
Shortly after meeting up with the three men they found themselves in some sort of office that was spacious enough for the party. The others prattled on about this and that while Silas simply gave a few courteous response occasionally to seem engaged. They were only a slight bother to him as his mind roved dusty thoughts through his mind about the universe. These halls were uncompleted as of yet but all the same they were made for one reason; expansion. Step by step the Sith attempted to push the Jedi back one planet at a time. That would always comfort the man in black. There would never be a day when his enemies felt safe until their halls came crashing down. That brought solace to a weary mind.
“Eurachis landed… be here shortly,” Silas only caught the tail end of the man’s words, but it woke him out of his daze. Eurachis was a name he’d heard before, but never actually seen the man. It was interesting that they’d sent him on this task.
For a second his smile disappeared but quickly he feigned another as he mumbled, “Oh, good I was wondering when he would arrive.”
Now he was second, but that didn’t really bother him. As the doors opened to they revealed a man who looked the part. Something from a story book, perhaps he was the embodiment of Sith charm. For all of a second the Fierrerreo wondered if he gave off that idealism. Part of him hoped not as he looked up and said, “Master.”
There was no need for anything else, for Silas had the feeling that soon he would have more talking than he had bargained for.
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Post by Jenno on Dec 30, 2010 20:24:15 GMT -5
It seemed as though the older Sith didn’t wish to question him further after Caleb had answered him. However, the other member of their party didn’t seem to be quite finished poking Caleb just yet. He took a deep breath in, the air felt some much fresher and healthier here than it did upon the dry wastelands of Korriban and already there was a tension in the air which did not exist here. The plants drifted softly in tandem with the weather, as if they were partners in their existence. The barren moon was a different story, that was an example of how the weather lay waste to any attempted plant life upon the surface. There were only select examples of flora upon that world, but even then he could sense the struggle of life within them. Here on Felucia there was an abundance of life, it drifted in the air with the pollen.
It truly saddened him to think that they were here to make sure such beautiful life was destroyed but the young boy supposed they had to in order to help with the advancement of the Sith’s goals. Finally, after his ‘teammate’ had spoken, the young boy had been able to feel the contempt ripple through his words. It was rare that there were overly kind-hearted members of his selected Order, but he had not expected hugs and kisses from a group intent on bringing the Republic and Jedi to its knees.
“A real fight?” he repeated. “Do you mean to ask if I’ve ever been in a fight where I would have been killed had I not won? If that’s the question you mean to ask then no.” He paused for a quick breath of life. “However, I have been in a situation where I believed I would have been killed had I not won. And whilst I may not have eliminated the aggressor, I managed to act in a way that would have resulted in my survival.”
Being only slightly shorter than Nieraan, Caleb didn’t really have to look up at him when he responded again. “And before you judge me completely, the difference between me and most of those other people out there who are weak is that I know and accept that I am as such. I don’t pretend to believe I could bare my teeth at any of the Jedi in my current state; I have a lot of improvements to make before I can even lay a scratch upon a fully trained Knight with a lightsaber or the Force, that’s why I’m part of this Order. My master wishes to test me and I cannot back down from that. On this planet I can be of some use to you with the talents I do have, but other than that I’m hardly even worth your slander.”
Caleb looked away and over to Silas briefly before his gaze shifted to the distant plant life again. He was quite aware of the weakness his life had been plagued by; it had been a factor in his life for the longest of times now. But he was not some brash idiot like he noticed many of the weak Sith initiates. Eager to throw themselves into battles that they had no chance of winning whilst at the same time fooling themselves into believing they did. He somewhat prided himself on the fact he was more intelligent than they were, it was why one day he would come to be stronger than them, if they were even around for longer than a few months of this war.
After all, he had already found himself a master when the Order was filled with a comparably far greater selection of students. He wasn’t in possession of any real strength yet, but one day his mind and ambition would lead him there and a mountain of dead Jedi would lie beneath him. He just had to make sure he could impress him master with what powers he had, and using his brain to its fullest potential.
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Post by Necro Stormborn on Jan 30, 2011 16:35:17 GMT -5
Chilling to the touch, the metallic winding hallways finally converged on a single durasteel door. Slow and subtle movements shadowed the dark entity as the man in a dreary black and gray cloak cocked an eyebrow at what he sensed behind the door. A fist sized computer module extended from the wall adjacent to the door, not but a few centimeters way from silver frame. Narrowed eyes glanced to the right staring at the module. Stretching an arm outwards, his left hand came around and pulled back the sleeve of his right, revealing a large colorful hand. Neither bleak nor pale, like many of the darkside whom this man surrounded himself with, the hand moved forward slowly pressing a palm flat against the lit computer screen. A blue sheen of light washed over the palm, followed by a quick red beam. Seconds later the Computer module retreated back into the wall panel and both said and displayed on the monitor, 'Access Granted'.
Shuffling towards the door while sliding his hands back into large sleeves, Dark Lord Eurachis prepared for whatever might lay on the other side accompanying the deep force presence he had detected earlier.
A soft swooshing sound seconds later and the durasteel door retracted into the wall revealing a small office-like receptionist area. Two couches, 4 metallic single seats, a Desk with a computer, and a viewport that looked out onto the entirety of the complex as well as the jungle that surrounded it. He counted three males, all varying in age and size. No doubt the Force prowess of each of them varied as well. The youngest had a look of disinterest, coupled with a waning sensation of frailty. Was it self doubt or the low confidence that caused Eurachis to sneer. He absolutely hated working with spineless cowards...but he was not above giving a person a chance to disprove his first impressions
A second man had been facing the doorway, as if he was expecting the man when the door slid open. He was the first to speak, and he kept things simple. A quality Eurachis appreciated, as he nodded in response to "Master". This man at least, seemed bearable, and lacked the hubris which so many others seemed to possess.
And finally, with a smug look on his face, busy belittling the young one, a man Eurachis had seen before several times in the temple. Attitude was not a quality the Dark lord necessarily hated, but if it was coupled with a harassing arrogance, it would find an untimely demise.
Crossing his arms, Eurachis strode in to the room, took a gander out the viewport, then spun back on his heal to face them all. "So.. This is it then?Very well. I am Darth Eurachis, some of you may have heard of me, or perhaps seen me around the temple. I will have you know that whatever relaxed uncaring behavior i may have exhibited at the temple or the corridors within I will in no way tolerate while on this mission. I take my job with utmost seriousness, and i demand the same of my team. If at any point I find you to be incompetent or a roadblock in the way of our success I will cut you out like the cancerous cell you are. I have never failed a mission, and I'm not going to start now. I hope this is clear. Now, if none of you have any questions, you can start by telling me your names, ranks, specialties, and what you know of why we are here."
The Dark Lord of the Sith rolled his shoulders and with little to no effort slammed the door shut behind him using the force. His eyes bore into them, angry, observant, and expectant. These were sith in his company, best they start acting it.
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Post by Rugs on Feb 3, 2011 22:49:12 GMT -5
Nieraan was half paying attention to Caleb as the trio of Sith passed out of Felucia's humid outdoors and into the halls of one of the buildings that squatted on the grounds of the complex. Caleb didn't seem to be too bothered by the older man's jeering and disdain. It didn't do much to change Nieraan's perception of the boy, though. Weak. Force, he's weak. He's got no experience, and he's weak. He's a damned liability.
They'd just landed and things were already looking up.
A rough snort was the only immediate answer Caleb got when he finished speaking. Nieraan turned his head slightly, regarding the younger Initiate with critical yellow eyes for a moment. "Is that so?" He turned back to the front, shaking his head dismissively. "Could be your master's testing you. Or maybe they just want to cull you from the rest of the Sith who are actually worth a damn." Again he snorted, shrugging his shoulders. "Whatever it is, don't expect me to try to save you if you get in trouble. We're out in the real world now--you'll have to take care of yourself."
Nieraan fell silent as they walked through the halls of the building, ignoring the occasional Gossam that passed by. He hadn't the faintest idea where they were going, and he didn't really care. Some sort of meeting would be a safe guess though, going with the fact that they'd just made it on location. He was half tempted to try to find a way to skip out on it, but that wouldn't do. Whatever, he groused to himself. Maybe something interesting'll come up. Maybe. If nothing did, this would no doubt prove to be a long 'mission.'
If loafing around watching Gossam do busy work could be called a mission. The very thought of it made him want to groan.
After a while, they ended up in an office. A man greeted them inside, and informed them that Darth Eurachis had arrived and would be meeting them shortly. Darth Eurachis... Nieraan scowled. He'd met some of the Sith Lords and Ladies or whatever they called themselves. He'd even had a run-in with none other than Iniquitous himself. The prospect of one of them being there made his skin scrawl and his hackles raise. Being under Silas was bad enough. If he had to deal with another one of them...
As if summoned by his thoughts, Nieraan felt the presence of another approaching. It was a dark presence, and a powerful one at that. Here we go.
Nieraan's attention turned to the door as it slid open, at about the same time Silas greeted the man with a simple "Master." He managed to keep from rolling his eyes. He did not, however, silence the annoyed sigh at Silas' actions, nor did he care what Eurachis thought of it, if he thought anything at all.
As the Lord began to address them, Nieraan studied him, only half paying attention to his words. If nothing else could be said about Eurachis, it could be said that he at least looked the part of a Sith Lord. Not that it counted for anything in Nieraan's eyes, but it was something. When the man finished talking to them and looked at them, attempting to bore into them with his eyes, Nieraan looked back. He met Eurachis' gaze flatly. Defiantly. If he had no choice, he'd obey the man, but let it be known that he wasn't intimidated by him.
"Nieraan Onin," he started, never breaking his eyes from those of Eurachis. "Initiate. Lightsaber combat and the more offensive uses of the Force. And my reason for being here?" He snorted disdainfully. "Isn't it obvious? I'm here because I have to be here."
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Post by Kella on Feb 21, 2011 0:22:50 GMT -5
"Look alive, men!"
Roq slunk through the underbrush with the sort of languid ease only a quadruped could manage. And he wasn't exactly apologizing for it, either.
Bipedal-types had their own advantages. For example, being able to talk about the weather with random strangers, and opposable thumbs.
Following Roq, for Roq had indeed taken the lead, were Creemor-Lek, a good friend of his (as were all councilmen, former and present), and two knights, who's names, to be very honest, Roq had forgotten.
One definitely involved a 'W'. Or was it a 'V'? No, definitely a W. Being a Graarl, his long term memory was... fickle. He'd remember by the time they got to where they were going. Probably. Maybe.
Where were they going? Somewhere very, very exciting.
Roq breathed deep. Felucian air flooded his lungs, smelling with the tartness of fungus, the sweetness of flowers, and the cool menthol of sap. All sorts of noises trickled through they air -- tweets and twitters, coos and calls, distant howls, closer howls, rustles and snuffles.
This sort of terrain, with the soft, springy litter on the ground, the tall, dense trees, the dense undergrowth -- this is the sort of place Graarls were made for! (Aside from the sky, of course.) There was no stone to click against his talons, so his foot-falls were near-silent, and the leaves and thorns and stickers slid like whispers across his scales.
He could hear his fellow Jedi dropping a bit behind, so he eased to a walk.
"Don't you just love Felucia?" He took another deep breath. "I love Felucia. Everything has such a strong connection to the Force! Like the mold. Have you ever seen such lively mold?"
There was a spring to the Graarl's step. He felt like a hatchling again! At least, how he thought a hatchling would feel. He didn't really remember being a hatchling... But that was beside the point.
"Did you know, once, a Dark Jedi tried to worm his way into the core of the planet, and darken its life-Force. It would have literally become an entire planet utterly consumed with the Dark-Side..."
A fallen log lay kiltered across the vague path ahead, an obstacle which Roq topped with a swift leap, and having surmounted it, dropped lithely down on the other side.
"But my Master and I stopped him. Drove him right out of the ravine where-- No, wait..."
He trailed off, voice dropping, but still audible over the bustle of the forest.
"Was it... A valley? No, no, that's not right, because we couldn't fly out, so it must have been underground... One of those river-caves? There was water. But was it... Definitely a cave... but there was a tree, wasn't there? Or some sort of plant, but there are all sorts of plants...
"Hum. Well, the important thing is, wherever he was, we got rid of him." Roq sounded satisfied. "And the details are all in the report, anyway."
They continued for a ways, until Roq paused as he came into a clearing.
"Now, let's find our bearing," He said, "The Sith's facility is--
A wretched, horrid shrieking noise cracked the air behind him to the right, and Roq spun, now facing his three fellows.
An Acklay burst through the foliage, pincer-claws slicing the leaves, and, rearing its ugly crested head and gnashing razor-blade teeth, it snapped towards the Jedi, with all the gusto of an obese child to a confectionery delight.
Roq leapt, putting himself between the Acklay and the others, just as the crustacean reared back a claw to strike, blood-lust in its small, beady, near-sighted eyes.
Almost more quickly than could be seen, the Graarl's wings snapped out to their full 15-foot wingspan, the frills at the base of his neck flared to flash bright crimson, and his chest swelled. The sound that then issued from his beak was wretched, and horrid, and exactly like the shriek of an Acklay -- but louder.
The beast balked, startled by the sudden sound and movement. Roq pounced towards it, shrieking again. In a tangle of skewer-like legs, the Acklay twisted and fled through the forest, making a noise that was most likely the Acklay equivalent of a yelp.
Roq landed quietly at the edge of the clearing, and whilst attending to the careful re-folding of his wings, turned back to his fellow Jedi.
"As I was saying, the Sith facility is only a half-mile west, now."
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Post by Wesroth on Feb 22, 2011 2:26:42 GMT -5
"Look alive, men!" the Master had shouted. As opposed to what? Dead? Wesroth vaguely wondered about the origin of the phrase for a moment. Irrelevant, quite irrelevant, he reminded himself. Focus
Wesroth had quite enough trouble navigating on more ordinary ground, but doing so in this mess was turning into a real chore. If it weren't for the Force's assistance, he may well have been forced to give up the task at this point in the journey. It seemed as though the whining and clinking of his mechanical leg was growing louder and more desperate with each step. Along with that was the constant threat of getting snagged, traditional Jedi robes being fairly susceptible to snagging on the many thorns that littered their path.
The Master leading the group, by a large margin at that, was a strange one indeed. Certainly, Wesroth had seen many different species in his time, the Jedi being such a diverse bunch, but this one was crossing a certain line. Wesroth had heard his name once or twice, knowing it to be Roq, with a last name that he would not care to attempt to pronounce or write. Or was it a last name? He wasn't sure.
Of course, the other Master amongst them was a bit strange as well, but stayed on the side of the line Wesroth had experienced. Then the fourth in their number, appearances hinting to fairly normal, but only time would tell.
"Don't you just love Felucia?" Roq asked the group aloud. "I love Felucia. Everything has such a strong connection to the Force! Like the mold. Have you ever seen such lively mold?" Wesroth smiled about his comment, acknowledging the truth of the Master's words.
It had been quite a long time since he had left the Temple, and had nearly forgotten the beauty of nature. Nature represented a true harmony, and the broad spectrum of colors, textures, shapes, and sizes it used provided a spectacle unrivaled by any man-made structure. Also, as Roq had said, it all possessed a strong connection to the Force, which flowed freely throughout the plant-life, and was a part of the beauty which those not attuned to the Force could not appreciate. Quite sad.
Roq began speaking, telling a story about a Dark Jedi. A planet consumed by the Dark Side? It was a chilling thought. Wesroth had only heard of such things, planets like Korriban coming quickly to mind. Surely, though, it was not a permanent change? Could light not be restored in the dark? It was something Wesroth would have to remember to ask at a later time.
Oh look, this ought to be fun, Wesroth thought, spotting the log that Roq had deftly leapt over. Already he had fallen behind the group, between his physical state and his wandering mind which distracted him so. "Remain Present" were the words that came to mind, but it was so easy for the mind to wander when there were so many fascinating things to think about. Wesroth did not feel much like slowing the group down by getting over the log manually, and instead opted for the force-assisted option of leaping over it as Roq had done.
Speaking of Roq, it seemed that the details of his own story eluded him, and Wesroth was inwardly amused as he tried to reason it out before giving up.
Not too long after, an Acklay interrupted what had been a reasonably pleasant journey. Wesroth recoiled a bit when it suddenly leapt out at them all, and hadn't been able to react appropriately before Roq took charge. In an impressive display of intimidation and vocal... prowess, Roq managed to scare away the Acklay. Just as well that they not be forced to harm the creature in order to avoid being skewered, that's probably why he is in charge here.
"As I was saying, the Sith facility is only a half-mile west, now." So nonchalant, as if they were all having afternoon tea. Sounds like a good idea right about now, actually...
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Post by kozeph on Mar 1, 2011 12:29:57 GMT -5
Mere Hine was a guardian, a jedi knight of ebony skin and one of the least feminine Jedi in the order. Everything about her just said no to being soft and gentle like the other females in the order. Mere was tall and her form had been sculpted to that of an athlete, her ebony skin was not soft but sturdy while her figure was lean and tall it was far from buffed up. Mere even went to shave her head so that her hair would not get in the way, she was a practical woman after all and to her hair was not that practical.
Mere Hine was of clear kiffar decent, if the three blue arrows on her face weren't enough to make it clear. Two of the arrows, the ones in her cheeks pointed down wards and the one on her nose pointed upward. The tall Mere stood easily at six feet three, her face was constantly locked in a serious expression. Her strides were long and graceful. Mere also was one that did not wear the Jedi robes, those pieces of clothing were far from practical and not very movement friendly. She instead wore a brown vest that only covered her upper chest, her arms were completely exposed. Her pants reached down to her knee and they were very thought to allow flexibility and not really to show her rear. The strangest part of her outfit is that her feet only cover from the soil was a pair of bandages that covered her footing. Not very practical but thats how her master had raised her, to be one in touch with the world and the force. On her waist layed a slight longer than usual lightsaber, which to those that had some knowledge of lightsabers would identify as a double bladed one.
For now Mere strode next to her fellow Jedi knight a healer if she wasn't incorrect. Truth be told she was not familiar with that man and this was her first actual mission under a council member, that eccentric bird... and of course master Cree was there. This was Mere's chance to impress the masters, she while was behind in her force mastery when compared to other knights, Mere was however well in her way into becoming a weapon master, her mastery of the double bladed lightsaber was to her at least very impressive.
To tell the truth she was not paying as much attention to master Roq turned around to face an aklay that had come out of the foliage. Mere turned around and drew her yellow blade, but there was no need High council member Roq handled the beast. Mere turned off her lightsaber and put it back in her belt, she shrugged and looked on at the others.
"Do we review the plan masters?" she spoke, her voice was thick and heavily accented basic, a bit hard to understand to tell the truth. Mere passed her ebony hand over her hairless scalp and waited for an answer. She really wanted to impress the masters on this mission and was a bit too eager to get started.
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Post by Silas on Jun 8, 2011 18:16:00 GMT -5
On occasion Silas was impressed with long winded speeches for their ability to move him, at this moment he was rather moot about this one. There was the stereotypical death threat, along with the promise to cut him away, but he would have gone for something a little less gaudy.
Of course, this was a Sith Lord of the Inner Sanctum, their speciality always seemed to be mixing in a bit of grandeur into ordinary things. No doubt this man possessed the skills needed to be in his position, however Silas had always tended to be more concise when he gave death threats. Not so much flaunt to them, the simple truth; one that would send a shiver down their spine, but not bore them till they wished they were dead. However, this little speech didn’t seem to last as long as it might have, and what he wanted from them was quite clear. That’s another plus from this man; he seemed to know what he wanted. Never trust a man who didn’t have a clear goal, as a bounty hunter had once told him. That had been so long ago, he didn’t even know if the man was still alive. Too late for remorse now, though, he had a job to do.
With a rather innocent stride he found himself gazing outside of the compound to the confusion below as people milled about like ants in their mound. He found no adoration or sorrow for them in their job as little more than slave. He was better than them, he had transcended his own past to become what he was today, and if they had even a spark of ambition so should they have. Even as he looked at them, though he found himself assessing this new piece to the game.
Eurachis was an odd one, his figure was at least somewhat notable in way of power. He seemed arrogant enough, perhaps even more so than the Nieraan over there who had sighed just moments ago at Silas’ attempt at civility. The boy would have to be taught a lesson about embarrassing him later on. Perhaps he would tie him to a speeder and make him dangle along in the forest, or even use his lightsaber to cut off his…
Then it hit him, lightly, but he felt it. The shallow ping of a light that seemed to radiate from the darkness he felt at this moment; something was very wrong. The Force spoke to him quietly while he stood there, but he ignored it for now; if there was something waiting for them on this planet they wouldn’t be there much longer. Silas would make sure of it.
“You may call me Silas if you wish. Initiate,” He couldn’t help but say that word in scorn. Initiate, they had played with him being on the bottom of the totem poll long enough. Perhaps soon they would amend their mistake. Regardless he continued, “I specialise in intricate forms of torture.”
For a second he just looked outside as that last part of the question hung in the air, “Why I’m here…” It wasn’t a thing he wanted to go into, so he simply said the next best thing, “Same reason you are, I suppose. To kill something. Perhaps something that’ll fight back.”
With that he turned around, and for all the hate in the other man’s eyes he simply met that gaze with cold indifference. Some might take the general gesture as a form of defiance, but at the moment he had more pressing matters on his mind than feigning fear for this man. Nieraan would be dealt with soon enough once this meeting was over, then he’d fulfil whatever it was this man wanted him to do. Not because he wanted to, or even because he had to as Nieraan said, but because he needed leverage amongst these Sith, or he’d become a forgotten trinket to be thrown away. He would not be thrown away again.
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Post by Jenno on Jun 9, 2011 17:43:01 GMT -5
“So you think my master may have separated me from the worthy Sith and put me here with you? Perhaps you’re right.” Caleb smiled slightly; he did always have a small issue with knowing when to shut up. That came from all those years bowing and accepting everything the Jedi had to say to him, without receiving any reason as to why he had to bow his head so low. This Nieraan was certainly one to shoot his mouth off; Caleb could at least spar with him a bit verbally. “I look forward to you having my back out there then.”
Before he could move beyond his sarcastic comment, a chill crept up his spine. Even he could feel the dark power moving towards them. His ‘comrades’ had most probably felt it much sooner than he, but this amount of dark power, could it mean his master had arrived? He waited with anticipation for Darth Novus to enter the room. However, this anticipation quickly vanished when the tall male figure walked into the room. This guy certainly wasn’t as attractive as his master. Caleb was not very familiar with distinguishing between people through the Force, he struggled enough with detecting another person’s presence to begin with. Looma’s was the only one he could clearly distinguish, but she was nowhere near this forest of fauna.
The power of this man was clear to Caleb and his position within the order was confirmed when he spoke. Darth Eurachis, another member of the Inner Sanctum, like his master. He certainly liked to get to the point in a very forceful way. No ‘hi nice to meet you, how are you doing today, isn’t this place just fabulous?’, just straight on with the orders, asking questions and demanding their answers. Caleb certainly wasn’t going to refuse his commands.
Nieraan and Silas spoke first; Caleb was quick to keep Eurachis from waiting. “Caleb Malkav, apprentice to Darth Novus, I’m of no use to you in any form of direct confrontation, but I have the ability to control plants and animals through the Force. I’m here because my master ordered me to be.” He didn’t want to spend time saying more than required to this Dark Lord. If there was someone he didn’t want to get on the wrong side of it would be one of his new master’s peers. Bringing an end to his apprenticeship was not something he wished to cause.
Caleb couldn’t help but feel as though he was in over his head amongst these people. These past few weeks had been filled with encounters with those who had so much more power than he. Perhaps slowly he was beginning to fall out of the shadow of his weaknesses and was moving towards something else. But whether that would be lucky or unlucky for him had yet to be seen.
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Jun 10, 2011 13:58:42 GMT -5
Post by Necro Stormborn on Jun 10, 2011 13:58:42 GMT -5
Cold and emotionless, Eurachis rolled his neck and shoulders delighting in the quick series of pops that emanated from the joints as he listened to to each of the men before him speak in turn. The door had slammed shut behind him moments before, and it was now that the dark wake he'd trailed in had finally coalesced and washed into the very room they were gathered in. All but his head remained perfectly still as his eyes, glazed with a malice reflecting a myriad of negative intentions, turned to measure the aptitude of each person before him. He'd given them clear instructions and now he demanded action... he demanded a response.
The first one he measured, as his eyes searched for weaknesses, was the one named Nierann. Nierann Onin to be exact.. and this one had quite the attitude... a trait that was normally unbecoming of an initiate. Eurachis made certain to acknowledge the disdainful snort, as well as the very risky use of sarcasm. The Dark Lord was not about to let the comment fall flatly into plausible deniability... Nieraan did not seem weak, but feigning ignorance of acceptable behavior in front of one's superiors was not going to be tolerated.
"I certainly hope you are as sharp at combat as your tongue is in conversation. Answer in a tone I find underwhelming again, and you can spend the next 6 months scraping dirt off the ruins in the Valley of dark lords." A second or so passed as Eurachis let his gaze linger on Nieraan before swinging to the next man to speak. this one seemed better mannered, and versed in the chain of command. excellent.
Silas, the man was to be named, another initiate. His defiance was admirable, though the clear tension between Silas and Nieraan was starting to become quite obvious, he'd let them handle it when and if it came to a boil. The specialization with torture Caught the Lord's attention. "Torture can be an excellent means of information gathering. You will be quite the asset should an opportunity present itself."
The glare moved away from Silas and down to a smaller, younger man. This one seemed, like the rest of them, quick to respond. Caleb, an apprentice to Novus, and an intriguing sense uselessness. In a direct confrontation he'd be as valuable as wookie hair in a burning building. However, the fact that Novus chose him as an apprentice delayed the immidiate urge to send him back to the temple. Clearly there was more to him, which in time would be revealed. "I'm certain the lady had her reasons for choosing you as an apprentice, as well as for sending you here...hopefully those reasons will cease being transparent before your added liability becomes evident."
Eurachis slid an arm loose of the previously enclosed sleeve and brought two fingers to his eyes, rubbing the lids in an attempt to relieve stress. "This will have to do, I hope that by now you've come to the realization that my presence here is not because there is a need for heightened security beyond your capabilities... but because the Sanctum believes this planet holds a key to our successful expansion..... and that the Republic, and their jedi, may too discover this. In that event we must remain vigilant, eliminating any who would try to obstruct the growth of the Sith. That, my colleagues, is why we are here."
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Jun 10, 2011 16:42:14 GMT -5
Post by Kella on Jun 10, 2011 16:42:14 GMT -5
The foliage abruptly thinned to reveal the east wall of a low cement building. Roq stopped, still in the shadow of the trees. The complex was of moderate size, low enough that the forest formed a living privacy fence, but broad enough to be spotted from satellite. Sharp, rectangular segments of varying shade and size huddled close together. From this position, the dark, smooth concrete of the largest segment was five yards ahead, and Roq could see a lighter, shorter one to the right, plus a few slivers of other walls beyond.
Roq settled quietly down into the brush, extending his wings underneath the leaves and folding his legs in. His dark greyish scales were the colors of shadows, and the Jedi melted into the forest.
He waited as the other Jedi caught up, all pausing in the same general area. Roq took a moment to examine his comrades, pulling from his memory and observation their strengths, and fit together the pieces of the plan with fluency borne of practice.
“Alright,” his voice emerged suddenly from the brush. “I’m going to scout overhead, see what I can find out.”
The shadow became a blur, which disappeared through the treetops. Roq enjoyed the feeling -- as he always did -- of spreading his wings. He reigned in his presence in the Force, to the level that would be expected of one of Felucia’s fauna. The planet was a tangle of teeth and claws; a draconic hawk would raise no eyebrows. Roq climbed into the air, choosing a spot below to circle. He spread his wings wide, tilting and banking to catch thermals. He looked like a vulture assessing a kill, body language centered on that innocuous spot below.
His eyes, however, darted and spun, analyzing the complex. Detail after detail came into sharp focus, from the rank on a pacing sentry’s shoulder to a cluster of small blue beetles that marked a refuse outlet. Roq broke his spiral and glided parallel to the southern edge, making further survey. A sickly twinge tickled the outer edges of his presence, a light mist, a barely discernible whiff. It invoked a bodily reaction, as a shiver coursed down Roq’s spine, his heartbeat accelerating ever so slightly.
Any question as to the presence of Sith was abolished. They were somewhere within the main building. There was a second guard, though both had a glazed, weary look in their eye, as if they’d been rattled and exhausted by one too many wildlife sightings. He paused to watched Roq warily, but raised no alarm. As he turned, Roq noticed the insignia on his chest; not Sith, but Gossamer. So there was no doubt as to their collusion.
Having seen all that could be seen, Roq banked around the southwest corner, and this time made a low pass, right over the center of the complex. He reached out with the Force, willing it to show him, to tell him, to whisper. There were a few clusters of sentients throughout the rest of the complex -- most likely Gossamers -- but the only Sith were in the main building. Roq spotted a few bare rebar skeletons, low stacks of powdered concrete, and two small cranes. The complex was not yet complete, then.
The conspirators seemed confident in the remote location and treacherous forest to protect them. And this was not unfounded -- bringing infantry through this forest would have been massacre. Roq was an unforseen variable, however, a fact that he planned to exploit to the maximum.
“Damn beasties!” the first guard suddenly cried. “Gerrof!” A few blaster bolts peppered the air around Roq. He squawked, offended, and made a show of flapping annoyedly away. The guards went back to their business. Roq spiraled again off the east wall, and sunk back into the forest. Making little more noise than a breeze, the Jedi made his way back to the others.
“Hello again,” he whispered, voice once more coming suddenly from the brush. He recounted to them everything he’d seen and observed; all the Republic’s suspicions had been confirmed.
“We have the benefit of surprise.” His tone was coy, grin lopsided. “Why don’t we see if we can… update their Public Image?”
Roq’s tone shifted, becoming more serious and authoritative, but still light. “Creemor, you lead the others over the east wall; it’s lower ten yards to the North. I’m going to circle again, and wait for the most opportune time to strike.”
He and Creemor exchanged a few words of affirmation and conference, and then the Graarl disappeared into the Felucian wild once more.
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Jun 13, 2011 17:06:51 GMT -5
Post by Rugs on Jun 13, 2011 17:06:51 GMT -5
Nieraan snorted at Caleb's quip, opened his mouth to say something in return, but with Eurachis approaching there wasn't time for it. Doesn't matter, he mulled to himself. Boy'll find out what the real world's like eventually.
As Eurachis came and order, they all gave their answers. Nieraan kept a casually observing eye on Eurachis even as the others answered. He let his senses pick lightly around the edges of the man's aura in the Force. He was powerful. That was evident enough. But strength without worth did not get respect from the young Firrerreo.
"I certainly hope you are as sharp at combat as your tongue is in conversation."
Nieraan didn't bother to hide the smirk that bloomed on his face. So Eurachis decided to answer him first, did he?
"Answer in a tone I find underwhelming again, and you can spend the next 6 months scraping dirt off the ruins in the Valley of dark lords."
"That so?" Nieraan answered casually, lifting his brows as though interested. His voice held a certain kind of condescending boredom to it. Seemingly unbothered, he settled his weight back a bit, leaning his back against the wall behind him and folding his arms across his chest. "Guess that's too bad, my Lord." He said the words, but there was something in the way he said them. A little twist of emphasis, a bit too much focus on them. It very nearly made them sound a mockery of proper respect, coming from him.
"But, if you want another Initiate that's gonna bow and kiss your ass like its got some magic power, you're gonna be disappointed." He shrugged a bit, still sounding so casually uninterested in the topic at hand. His yellowed eyes told a different story though; they met Eurachis' flatly. Challengingly.
"You want respect from me, you can earn it just like everyone else. Sorry if you having a title just doesn't do it for me, but ahhhh...," he allowed himself a little snort, smirked smugly at Eurachis, "well, I've spent enough of my life working for fools with titles."
The rest from Eurachis was talking to Silas and the worthless boy, along with telling why he was here. Jedi? That was interesting. Perhaps if they came he could have something to do to entertain himself; he doubted it would take long for killing any rowdy locals to lose its thrill. To kill a Jedi, though...
I could feast on them, he though as a dark, hungry smile tugged subtlety at the corners of his lips. Watch as I pull the strength from their body. It had been a while since he'd drained the life from a sentient being. It'd been even longer since he'd done it to a Force-sensitive. But if the chance came today...
Well, that was assuming Jedi came. Best not get too worked up over it just yet.
Instead he let his attention lazily drift back to Eurachis, waiting to see what response the man might have to his pushing back. And in doing so, perhaps he could see what kind of man this so called 'Lord' was, and if he was worth following.
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