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River's love
Former Goff
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(9/6/07 8:04 pm) Reply
Re: Fragments of Faith - The Sith Civil War"If I so desire to sit, I shall. You may depend upon it, my Lord."
A slight nod, Mikel's focus not on the lovely lady that he had spoken mentally with. A Sith Knight, one unknown to the Master, had decided that he had some words to say. Lord Sothas, he said his name was, seemed to be somewhat of a doomsday prophet. Everything seemed to be going wrong in his eyes, the end being nearer than everyone wanted to say. Was he right? The Sith seemed to flourishing under the leadership of both groups. Did it matter to Mikel? Not at all, and he shouldn't even be here. He should be out, causing the pain that he loved so much.
Then there was the Mando'ade, a group that seemed intent on having their day within this meeting. Again, it didn't matter to Mikel. They could all talk and have a cup of tea for all he really cared. None of it mattered. After a few minutes, his mind shut out the Knight and the bickering Masters. His mind was focused on his one weakness, and on a lovely lady that had entered the room and sat beside the appointed Governor of Coruscant. She almost had an aura about her, it drew his attention to her and his focus on the meeting depleted. "M'lady, it pains me that I can't say that we have spoken at all.
Perhaps the lady would allow an undeserving man the honor of taking her to get a meal and a drink when this is all done?" He could be somewhat noble when he had to be, not a bloodthirsty monster as some of the people in this seemed to be. But he would need to speak to them all.
Clearing his throat, Mikel rose to his feet. "I have seen the rise of this order, the supposed unity that was going to bring the fall of the light. But I have yet to see anything. We hold dominion over places, but that is hardly important. It isn't as if this empire can stand. A house divided against itself will always fall." A glance at Sophie, the normal smirk gone.
"Did Palpetine not slaughter countless women, children, and other innocents on his way towards dominance?" But his glance then moved to Maleficus. "And did Palpetine not use diplomacy when it was the better option." Then he started to change between them, a smirk returning to his face. "Now why don't you two just kiss and make up, and the Knight can learn what true unity is about.
Either that or you can continue to squabble about which method is better, and then you can both die because of it. Or you can continue to play democracy, and we can see how that turns out." With that, he let out a sigh and sat down. Why did he care about the petty arguements of idiots? His hand rubbed his temples, then he looked back at Kassandra. His attention was back on her, his eyes scanning the beauty as his mind went away with thoughts of perversion.
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Daritha leaned back in his chair. Looking around the room. He wondered if by sitting near Monnik and Sophie he was showing where his loyalties lay. What troubled him was that before the meeting had held no true desire to chose either side over the other. By some twist of fate he had just happened to position himself right near those two. One of which he had tried to kill before, and another that he really held little opinion of.
Still... he was not sold. Though, he definatly had some leanings now. Maleficus, he thought to himself, I thought I had you trained better. I suppose when we started going on our sprees of destruction you took that as what it was to truly be a Sith. You saw my favor for Peiori as meaning that Peiori was a true Sith. What you must not have understood was the Peiori was the epitome of perfection in his style, but he still had much to learn in other areas. Probably thought the same with Kith, oh how I miss my little hawk, only noticing her prowess in battle. What you surely missed was her calculative mind... Despite being a master you still don't get it.
His thoughts then moved over to Sophie. Ah, you truly are the perfect diplomat. I would love to use you some day. I could probably get whole planets to bend to the Sith with your words. Between your appearance and tone you could rule most. It is a pitty you were not of the Dark Sith Order... you and Maleficus probably could have made a good team under my guidance. Pitty I did not get to you before now.
Leaning back some more he looked at the Knight. He tried to trace the face, while he had never met him before he knew the man's master fairly well. Had it not been for Daritha the master known as Remy Gray would never have learned that which he is famed for these days, even if Daritha did not exactly play the role of master in his life. If only you were more like your Master. He is one of the most powerful Sith in this galaxy, if he gets any smarter he might even surpass me. Then again, I have immortality on my side.
Finally he decided to speak to the Knight. He kept his tone level, it held neither side of the arguement in mind, and it would hardly be noticed by those around. "Keep quiet, young Knight. Your words are important but they hold no place here. I am sad to say that even if you speak of unity it cannot come now. Sit down and know your place. Observe, learn where your loyalties will fall once this meeting has ended."
Then he looked around again. Making more mental notes of people. There was the Marzullo, a clan he held no real love for. She was being a bit rash, speaking of the past. Bah, the past is pathetic. Look only at the immediate past, look towards the immediate future. Never beyond. If you understood that you would know that the focus is the present. He was pleased to have heard Sophie's retort to the thoughts. Yes, the Lady surely was good at what she did.
More faces to consider. Maize and Kassandra came next. Maize's humor seemed to still be intact. Had it been under different circumstances he may have actualy appreciated the fact that he found the situation funny. This was not one. Ah, pitty you no longer hold any safeties for you. I did enjoy your presence once. Then he considered Kassandra. She was being most silent, and giving little clue that he could really see. A true Sith... for the most part. The flaws are there but hard to place. Maybe it is your love for Maize... yes destroying you both someday will be nice. No longer are you two even remotely useful.
Hm... and finally one of the most recent speakers, Mikel Shanshu. I must admit I know little of you despite your grievences towards The Dark Sith Order. One would think that different after my quest to destroy all those that abandoned it. I suppose that will change here. Starting with what you just said. Fool, the humor will not work here. Badgering everyone here will just leave you on the outside. If you had done that without chosing to speak as such you might have profited. Mocking all the sides at play will not aid you. Maybe wrath being focused on you will teach you... assuming you survive. I pitty your situation.
Daritha kept looking around from behind the black shroud covering his face. His thoughts his own, no one need know them... unless it would prove useful. He looked at his hands again. One glad in a guantlet, a symbol of strength, an iron fist. The other covered by the Mark of Darkness, a completely different symbol, one of learning and discipline. He was torn... both sides were so strong in him. Why did you take me to this point in time, Darkside...
Darth Fenris Sith Master Lord of Chaos
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(9/6/07 9:18 pm) Reply
Re: Fragments of Faith - The Sith Civil WarPalpatine... Fenris felt revulsion at the very mention of the name. The Sith Master listened with sneering lips as one man preached the dogma of the dead Emperor, finding little of worth in the flippant words. The very same voice that had muttered, unheard by others, to Razielle crept into the back of his mind. It spoke of usurpers perverting the true way of things, of children playing at games beyond their knowing. It spoke of the hypocrisy of those who cloaked their own selfish desires in righteousness and moral superiority. The Sith Master brought one hand – its back now covered in the dark and burning Mark of Adonai – to his bearded chin, rubbing it lightly in thought. His gaze became a far-away stare, as the low hum of His voice arrested Fenris's attention.
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Little more than a half an hour had passed and already, Sophie was feeling worn from the repressive ignorance of the room. Impatience and annoyance were putting kinks in her armor. Her chest felt tight with swelling outrage.
Most of the graceless wretches didn’t even have the foresight to cloak their insolent thoughts. They displayed them brazenly, secure of their elementary understanding of inter-galactic politics, cultural appropriation, long-term repercussions... gods, were they capable of comprehending anything abstract at all?
Time stood still and for a live-long moment and Sophie asked herself why she was allying herself with mongrels who dared to insult her with slurred, stilted speech and boorish, blundering arguments. Her eyes seared into the Marzullo child. Raine’s last comment demanded a... constructive... response. The faction was not yet fractured, and while it still stood, the Mistress could not allow buffoons to tarnish its character.
“Dos xuat tangis' telanth lil wiles del lil ze'zhuanthes...” Despite the fire that blazed within her, her voice was cold as ice, “ ... yet you lecture me on their history and compare me to a Jedi. You say you are considering what I have to say? This knowledge is clearly beyond the boundaries of your expertise. Don’t you dare challenge my command of writ and lore and don't you dare waste my time by reiterating what I have to say and delivering it back to me.”
She smiled, deliciously devious, “If I required counsel on how to become a tactless, bumbling fool, for example, I would consult you... for your aptitude for idiocy is vast beyond measure.” Her gaze shifted to Vega again, “This is your ally in these proceedings? She must be, for she clearly isn’t mine. Put a muzzle on her before she causes us all further embarrassment.”
An insult for an insult. Sophie would not sit idly by and be abused. She had been yielding and reasonable for several exchanges and, in response, was lavished with belittlement, “I dearly hope the next objection is, at the very least, comprehensible. I, for one, would like to see something accomplished here today.”
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*You don't even speak the words of the ancients...
Darth Venefica Sith Knight Another Fel
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(9/6/07 11:17 pm) Reply
Re: Fragments of Faith - The Sith Civil WarZIOST
Tiara reclined in a warm bath, allowing her mind to drift. There were many currents in the Force: the Dark Side seemed to have become especially violent of late. She had spent an hour with the water being recycled and re-heated so that she could meditate on the future: having dreams and sorting out the images. There were several possibilities, with vast outcomes becoming more and more numerous as she looked further. Yet one was clearer than all the rest: violence among the Sith.
Individuals were unable or unwilling to find a place among the collective. The result was likely a war, and Ziost was going to be one of the more violent sites. It seems the Jedi attack on Coruscant did have its purpose in the greater scheme, as the shattering of the ancient seal freed herself and Archaen from remaining on Ziost. A new seal was in place: more neutral than its predicessors.
Exiting the bath, Tiara began to collect her thoughts. They would have to find a quiet world to rest in while the Sith sought to kill one another. Eventually they would be able to return, once the matter was resolved ... or perhaps not. It was of no matter for the moment: the Force had given them ample warning - it was time to accept it. Stepping into the bedroom wearing nothing but a wrap, Tiara stopped as she looked onto Jacelyn before breaking out a smile.
Ambivalent One
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(9/6/07 11:27 pm) Reply
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A smiteful glare blazed within now shifted citrine and amber orbs, a devious grin wrenched upon dried lips while Raine supressed the urge to laugh at the foolish woman. She had no need for her blindess and failed religion of harmony through countermeasures that yeilded absolute power. While the much older female had been busy coddling her cups of tea and princess-like lifestyle, the young Marzullo had been quite accustomed to endeavours that were more treachures than the blackest depths of the eternal hell below.
"Indeed, your experience in such matters far surpass my young years, my elder. Tis true the older we get the more incompetent we become."
There would be no peace where Sophie was now concerned for her prattling on endless to further try and lower another to improve herself, was faltering and showed exactly her weakness. Indeed, this subhuman could not handle when another did not see it her way... did not let the princess get her way. Raine would not heed to her and let her idiocies get them all slaughtered in the future. Such was a subhuman to think so highly of themselves...
"You are beyond foolish, subhuman. You deny the ideals of those who oppose you and then demean them only to subject yourself to be the better... person. How pathetic."
Nails bore into the table before her, Raine's voice trickling in drops of cold disconcern.
"Oh, but I do dare."
There had been so much more she could have said; such as how Sophie was the ultimate embarassment with her self-indulgent, genteel ways. Nothing of a true Sith, but of a child lost between the rift of the light and the darkness. Raine had known far too well the outcome of the combat of talk. Words were deceiving and promises, pacts, and treaties easily broken. To assertain dominance, action must be taken and power plunged against those who opposed them.
A brow lofted in aroused anger as Sophie continued upon her pedestal. Doing nothing less than tempting a feral beast that laid silent deep within the young Marzullo. She was treading on the thinnest of ice, but Raine took into consideration her ignorance in being the one who was wrong. It would make her demise all the more sweet in the time to come.
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Sith Knight Molior's Hand
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(9/7/07 12:51 am) Reply
Re: Fragments of Faith - The Sith Civil War
She was beautiful. Her chesnut curls, her toned body, her luscious lips. But it wasn't here physical appearance that held Jehovah in such amazement. The bond he and Phedre shared went far past one of the flesh; it was molded by the will of the Force. He listened with keen ears, but his eyes remained locked onto his mate for much of the preceding speech.
Slowly, the Knight shifted his gaze toward his apprentice, Malcom Crane, or Onnen, as he had been titled. He watched his young disciple with great interest, peering into his mind to get an understanding for his thoughts on the matter. Jehovah knew the young man's loyalties resided with him, but reassurance was comforting.
Turning his attention back to his lover for a brief moment, he finally found the need to speak up. Addressing the entire group, most explicitly Lady Maurow and the other bickering Knights, he spoke in a low, cold voice. "This is ludicrous." The tone in which he spoke was calm, almost apathetic. He looked around the room, catching the gazes of many of his brethren. "Why do we convene on such sour terms? Our dominance of the galaxy is growing with each rising of the sun. Our power is unmatched. Should it be with delicate words or an iron fist, the Sith reign supreme."
The hood had been long removed from his head, exposing the stern, expressionless face of the Knight. As he stood, he shed the dark cloak, exposing his prized Sith armor. The scars and still-healing wounds of previous battles remained hidden under the black suit, though he shared these ill memories of war with many in the room. "There should be no battle fought here, amongst our own people. While we argue and insult, others plot to take over our acquired posessions!"Edited by: Jehovah at: 9/7/07 1:15 am
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Divisions, argument, harsh words, bickering, and eventually spilled blood, such was the ways of the Sith. History was being debated, and the future. In the end though it all came down to ideology, bloodshed verses manipulation. It wasn’t the first time such a debate had occurred among the Sith and Declan doubted that it would be the last. In fact the very history they were talking about showed that the Sith themselves were their own worst enemies. They would fight with their words until the more brutal natures of the two sides came to a head and then blood would be spilled. It was only a matter of time, even if it didn’t happen here and now it would happen soon.
Declan came though not to take sides in the matter today, but simple to watch. He was here to see which of the two would strike first, not out of concern over the state of the Empire, but out of his own morbid curiosity. In the end though it didn’t matter who struck first only who had the most power on their side, and that was what had really drawn him here. Power, was the one thing that Declan sought the most above all else. It was the reason he chose to be a thief despite his family’s wealth. It was power he was about to watch and learn from. He would remain in the shadow, learn what he could and then when the time was right use everything he knew to manipulate the situation to give himself more power. His skills would be useful to either side, but the one that would get it was the one that not only offered the most power, but proved they could deliver on that promise.
Ideologically speaking wasn’t a brute, he did prefer the more subtle manipulation of events and people. However like all Sith he knew the benefit of violence and fear, but preferred them as tools rather than a way of life. He however hadn’t learned the joy of spilling blood until recently while training his apprentice Tempest. He also knew the joy of manipulating a mind, bending their spirit to obey and eventually worship you. Making them believe and even want to be your servant, it held a certain appeal.
Events seemed to be heating up and Declan leaned back in his seat with a slight grin. ‘Only a matter of time’ Declan thought as he watched and felt the tempers begin to flare up.
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Rage licked the seat of Fisto, the eyes swarming with the visions of killing, maiming, and mauling all of the Sith that couldn’t see things the way that he did. To him they all were too weak to live; they were all weak links in the Order. But to him everyone was weaker than he, to Zykhan he was the supreme being in the entire galaxy, he figured that everyone should bow to him, answer to his name, be prepared to sacrifice themselves for his will. The long tentacle shot downwards, to the ground as it picked up the cane that was lying on the ground. Not needing it to sit he had placed it there so no one would think to take it from him. The long tendril wrapped its slimy self around the cane and picked it up, handing it to the Sith Knight.
Standing up, leaning on the crutch for support. Almost like a way of hiding. Being one of the more self loathing Sith in the group he always had to find a way to hid behind something. Considering he figured that he was better than everyone else he had some self confidence issues to deal with. His clawed arm rising up in the air, a sharp snap released into the dim air, trying to sound those around him to his attention. “Fools, the lot of you!” He started. “Do you not see the will of the Dark Side shall only be quenched with the bloods of those we conquer?!” He asked, his tone that of an irritated old man. His tentacle shot up, the cane in its grasp. “You shall all see that the Sith are to kill their victims, not let them have their freedom! We are not Jedi, we are Sith, ruthless Sith, we kill, not protect!” He shot a glare to the Sith Mistress, Sophie.
“You.” He said his tone harsh. “You dare call yourself a Sith Master when you practice pacifism on those we conquer?” He asked. “I call you a heretic, an abomination to the Darkness.” He paused, “I say that you should be exiled for your heresy!” He spoke to Sophie. The darkness swelling inside his twisted soul, almost ready to explode out and spew the vileness that gripped the being’s power. Zykhan then waited for who was listening and who would respond to his call.
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Monnik’s eyes blazed with fury as they shot, locking firmly on the Nautolan. His expression had grown only more contemptuous as the conference went on. There was no order, no attempt at rationality being made, and now people were resorting to petty insults. Domovoi’s grip on the arm of his chair tightened, and he restrained himself not to constrict the life out of the knight. Instead, he waved his hand, The Force batting his stick aside as though parrying with a sword. He didn’t crush the alien’s airways as he dearly would have liked to. But The Force’s hands did brush gently against his neck, a clear threat.
“I suggest you learn your place,” he hushed ruthlessly, cold, but maintaining a calm demeanour. “I suggest you all think before you speak,” his voice was louder now, clear for all present to hear.
“Or leave the thinking to the professionals,” he spat. “And not speak at all.”
Sith Master High Sith Priest Horseman of Famine
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(9/7/07 3:40 am) Reply
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Byss
A planet rich in Darkside energy, as well as history connected with the Darkside. Once the private residence of the late Emperor Palpatine, the planet was drenched in his dark aura. One attuned to the force could still feel the stain of this aura as they walked along Byss surface, beneath the soil is where this power dwelled. Malice was here for just that purpose.
Not bothering to stick within the city he and Syndell walked amongst the wildlife of Byss, letting the force be their guides. After hours of just walking in silence Malice finally stopped. The place he had chosen was a clearing, soft soil beneath their feet. Sitting down upon his knees Malice proceeded to place a crystal onto the ground, Syndell doing the same.
*This energy shall also be our my sister. Combined with what we gathered from Dxun and Thule, our rise to power will be assured*
"Soon Brother it will be time to show the rest of the Sith you have returned. Any who refuse you will die"
Nodding to her words Malice proceeded to concentrate, drawing the power of the planet into the crystal. Letting his mind drift into deep meditation he swam within a sea of darkness. As he did so, tendrils of energy could be seen seeping into both crystals, a sign that the draining had begun. Though the stain of the Darkside wasn't as strong as it was when Palpatine were here, it was still enough, it would take a while to fully drain the energy here.
An hour had passed since they started, still there was so much energy to be drained. As his mind drank in the Darkside, the force sent a jolt through his mind, ripping him from his concentration and breaking his hold, stopping the draining of energy. Opening his eyes he looked to his sister who had also felt the same jolt.
"What does it mean brother?"
*Something is happening within the Force. The Darkside quivers with both excitement and rage. A battle I forsee, between brethrens of the Darkness. We presume the Sith of the Council is the cause for such a disturbance. Come sister, we will finish Byss at a later date. For now, let us journey to Korriban. If all the Sith are gathered there, then now is as good a time as any to reveal ourselves to them*
Agreeing with his words both Sith gathered up the crystals and began the long journey back to the shuttle. Malice wasn't completely sure as to what was taking place on Korriban between the Sith. Whatever it was, it was big enough to reach him through the darkside all the way on Byss, that alone deserved some attention from him.
Sith Master Angel of Death Face of Evil
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(9/7/07 3:40 am) Reply
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Maleficus nodded, despite his usual tendancies towards violence, this was chaos, nothing could be done if everyone just shouted abuse at each other the whole time.
"You speak of unity, but you argue so ferociously with the leaders of the faction. To me, it seems that you're the ones who need to sit down and let us talk calmly about what is to be done, rather than just shout stupidly about unity. We are looking for unity in this discussion, we are looking for a way to come to terms and agree on something and if you are too ignorant to see that, shut up and let us talk. Then, at the end, if you are unhappy and feel that we are not united then you may argue,"
he stood up and slammed his fist onto the table and roared, "UNTIL THEN, BE SILENT!"
Darth Fenris Sith Master Lord of Chaos
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(9/7/07 9:41 am) Reply
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Even in his distraction, the uproar had not gone unnoticed by Fenris. As his mind returned its focus to the discussion, he saw one Sith Knight screaming heresy at the noble Sith Mistress. The ghost of a smile danced on his lips, devilry in his eyes. It was not long, of course, before someone attempted to put the Nautolan in his 'place' – whatever that was. That the weaker members of the group were ready and willing to rebel so openly against their leaders seemed rather telling. The open forum that had been declared at the beginning of the meeting had been forgotten, instead only to offer voice to those who deserved it, because of the respect they believed they commanded. Fenris shook his head.
“What are these terms then?” he asked, gesturing an open hand towards the Sith Master Maleficus.
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The discussion seemed to drag into eternity. If it could still be called a discussion. Now it was just shouting and pointing fingers.
Darien would have added a few things himself but he decided to stay quiet for the moment. He sensed an approaching battle would be inevitable. His only problem was that he did not know who would be on wich side. Darien was different among other Sith for mainly two reasons: he tried to achieve a balance between comunication and war as much as he could, giving in to his darker side most of the times though. The second thing was he never used the title of 'darth'. He belived the current order of things among Sith was stale and weak. Thus he did not want to be fully a part of an Order that forgot it's origins.
Like so many times before, the Sith tried to rally togeder under one cause. But this would always fail as that is not the nature of the Dark Side. Whenever the Sith rally under one banner there would be no competition, no fight for supremacy and no true title of Dark Lord of the Sith. Unity only brought disaster among Sith and that was the only view Darien understood
Now he all he could do was wait and see wich side would suit his interests best.
Edited by: Darien Strider at: 9/7/07 2:23 pm
Re: Fragments of Faith - The Sith Civil War"For once, I find myself in agreement with Lord Monnik."
The Governor of Byss stepped forward, making his presence known. He had stood back and listened for long enough. Now it was time to speak his peace. To speak his philosophies. Maybe some could be reasoned. Those that listened and truly understood the words that he spoke would be. "And this is what happens when the Sith are given too much power then what they can manage..." he whispered, almost to himself.
Yellow eyes began to roam around the room. "You speak of History. Of great Sith that lived before us. Where are they now? In the depths of Chaos. Their reigns of terror gone. Their great empires mere whispers in history records and bed time stories to keep children afraid of the Dark Side." He pulled out a cigarette, sparking it as he took a long drag. "Much can be learned from the history of our people, and we can better ourselves through it."
As the smoke rolled out of his lips, he ran a hand through his hair. "Of course, nothing will be learned if we simply repeat what it was that they did. Then, history will merely repeat itself. You speak of Palpatine, of Galactic Empires. Tell me, where is Palpatine now? How is his empire doing currently?" Always the questions, always making people think for themselves. In philosophy, it wasn't about the answers. It was always about the questions.
"Each Sith here is a God in their own right. Some, more then others. With that power, comes many problems. Each Sith has their own agenda. We're all our own islands forming loose alliances until we get what we desire. You speak of slaughter. Of ridding the galaxy of any and all that would pose as a threat to us. And then what? We live in harmony? Who will we turn on when all of our enemies are nothing more then dust and ash? For many years I have dreamed of creating a new Sith Empire. An empire that would never possibly be forgotten. An empire that would shake the very heavens when we released our mighty battle cry."
He paused, taking another drag off of the cigarette. "The Dark Side grants us many abilities. With that, we have a certain responsibility to the Dark Side. Always uphold the strength. Spread the dark wherever you go. Live boldly, and selfishly. Have we not held up our end of the bargain to the Dark Side? Should not we be rejoicing and celebrating instead of debating?" With that, he walked back to his seat, slumping down in the chair.
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Things were progressing oddly, it seemed that was solely the younger members that were willing to go to war. Daritha was sure that other were making this same observation. He thought he could almost see it within Vega's eyes. The talk of old empires was growing old. War was to be had, and Daritha knew it. It would be the only way to resolve this.
It seemed as if no one could realize that the perfect Sith was a fusion of the two. Still... no one seemed to realize that. I suppose that is why I am truly the better of them all. If only they could realize that, then they would know what to base themselves off of. Yes, Daritha was quite arrogant but he had quite good reason to be.
Avicus's little speech bored him. It left nothing new on the feild. Foolishness really. You would pay attention if you were wise. Instead of fading in and then out. If you are going to say something you should not drift back after saying it. Especialy when it is not even thought provoking. You could do to learn a bit more... for one of our little governor's you really have no presence.
Daritha leaned back further on his chair. His right hand found itself moving towards his sword hilt. Claws on the hilt unclamped themselves from the sheath. It was a preperatory action only, he wanted to be ready. Eventualy someone would make a move, a move that was desperatly needed for the strength of the Order.
Re: Fragments of Faith - The Sith Civil War
The little girl had sat there and let the Knights and Masters have their little argument, an argument she neither understood nor could comprehend the effects on her own life the outcome of such proceedings could have. It bothered her little. In her own mind, she was the all-knowing, no one could possibly know her better than she did, except perhaps Terace, who was for some reason absent. She was debating leaving, she hadn't been around long enough in the Order to have any type of logical compelling argument against this argument, as if anyone would listen to the little girl anyway. Rolling these thoughts over and over in her mind gave her the insane idea to speak up. No one would listen to her, she could probably say the most brazen thing and the only thing she had to look forward to was being told to leave, or killed, and perhaps in her childish state she had not yet learned to fear someone killing her, it hadn't occurred to her that she couldn't just roll over and wake up from fatality. She looked around and sighed one more time, the anger she had not yet learned how to control, much less hide, surging in her and around her, making her uncomfortable and agitated, and quite sure at least someone in the room could feel it. After a half-hearted inner debate, she let her tongue loose.
"You do all realize what impression you are giving the children, correct? Most of you share one thing in common, you hate the Jedi, perhaps for different reasons, I don't know, I don't care. But I have seen Jedi. They do not threaten each other, and they don't hold their hands quietly under the table waiting to kill the man or woman next to them because their ideas do not agree. I haven't yet felt this insane urge to kill that some of you speak about. I hate my father, yes, but I would rather watch him suffer as the world around him slowly crumbled than to watch him bleed out from a dagger to his chest. The politics others of you lean on, I know nothing about. My biggest concerns are often my own next meal, not feeding a planet. Are either of the paths wrong? Maybe the ones of you that speak of suttle...suttle..." the word she was looking for was subtleties, but she couldn't get it out, she knew what it meant by its connotations she had heard, but she couldn't quite remember how to say it, "working behind the scenes are so blinded by your anger at your brothers that kill at will to realize that perhaps the chaos they create, the confusion they instill, is perhaps a necessary distraction for your quiet rises to power. Maybe the killers among you lack the patience to move systems like the others. If you want the galaxy to collapse into this darkness you speak of, then quit trying to kill each other, and work with each other. The politicians help feed the bloodlust by providing quiet victims, the bloodthirsty help the politicians by slowly removing key enemies, or helping to create wars which require key politics to play out. If you can look across and hate the man or woman you see, you are not helping the Order, you're trying to help yourself. But whatever makes you happy right, I'm just a girl."
With that she resumed her little spot on the wall, glancing around, almost disquieted with the self-tension.
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Re: Fragments of Faith - The Sith Civil War
Crimson eyes sat in the back silent. Hidden by a black cloak as the woman underneath listened carefully to all that was said. So many different Sith from all walks of the universe. Hardly any had a damned idea what they were talking about or imposing. Some were immature as others were just power hungry and minds closed so tight they were unable to see the bigger picture.
Accusations raged and when that piece of awful, that Nautolan spoke, now she was enraged. It was enough that she'd just lost her love and now he dared to banish Sophie? One that was much deserving of her title? His misconstrued words of her were enough for her to walk forward.
Lord Monnik of course, showed the man his displeasure. But that was just a slap on the hand, and Rach wanted more. Her anger and animosity so pent up that her eyes set on Knight Fisto. They narrowed and her aura started to dance around him. The evil finally letting go as it went to tighten itself around the being's throat. Force energy whirling around him as it attempted to lift off the ground.
"Quiet, you piece of awful. How dare you suggest something even close to that? To evict someone that was once of the Jedi and devoted themselves body and soul to us? If I wanted to be evil, I could have your head for the times that you saw the light yourself Knight Fisto. But luckily for you, you came back to the dark, where Sophie hasn't faltered once. Those of you think you know what's she's accomplishing, but you have no idea, there is no pacifism nor peace or mercy. We are vindictive and manipulative in our dealings. We sway and seduce to turn man against man, in our odds. We help those without the force learn the potential of evil, so they may bow down to our presence and fight alongside us. They should fear us, and when they don't that's when we shall show no mercy, at all." Her energy and aura now diminishing around the Knight as her words ended and she looked around.
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People were talking, but their voices sounded garbled in her mind. She heard Avicus’ diatribe, though, and recognized some of the verses therein. The Mistress recalled things she had said to him when he was still a Knight on Ziost, addicted in the most undignified manner to spice. Sophie had screamed into the night then, so sure that this unified Sith Order would usher in glory for them all. But her hopes were crumbling around her... she soon found herself standing in the dust of her dreams.
... Dammit, don’t you understand?! We’ve been forced to hide in dark corners, we’ve been hunted, hated and painted with shame when we should be praised! We are gods amongst men, we are gorgeous creatures and we have a right to preside over life. The new Sith Nation will do this. We will prevail over the lesser creatures to seek to stifle us and force us back into the shadows...
That is what she had said... but, in light of these proceeding, was it still possible? These low-born cretins were twisting her words, claiming that thoughtful approaches were merciful and heretical. Sophie was finding it hard to breathe. Rage was making her heart race. She had given her adult life to the Dark council, and was thusly met with the most abject disrespect.
Derrek Fisto was demanding that she be excommunicated... Fury, pure and unadulterated, surged through her. She reached out through the Force, seeking the Nautolan’s neck, but found other spirit signatures were already there.
Rach...
The other Mistress had been watching from the shadows and she stepped forward, aiming to defend Sophie’s honor.
... I love you, sister.
Sophie’s mind sighed before her electric blue gaze shifted to Derrek. Regally, the Lady stood from her seat to properly behold the Knight, “Newt. You defile my intentions and try to strip me of my honors.” She hissed viciously, “This traitor, who crawled to the Jedi only to creep back like a worm, dares call me a heretic and insults me in open assembly.”
“You are unworthy of this great council and you demand my expulsion? Well I demand your life.” She spat again, and then looked to Rach, “Finish it, sister.”
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Almost instantaneously, Jacelyn found that rapturous shiver to slide smoothly right on down her spine. It was something of a regular occurrence for Jacelyn and it happened every single time her beloved would enter into a room.
Mesmerizing eyes swayed over Tiara respectfully, for a moment, misinterpreting Tiara’s thought for something more. Tender lips slightly parted as a whimsical place of air drew out. Tiara’s counterpart took a step back as her face softly found its way to flush briefly. In doing so, she hit the bed, falling back into it in a clumsy manner.
"Y—Your—de—desires, my love?” She stumbled with her speech.
Jittery fingers clasped robe while Jacelyn willed herself to maintain some sense of composure. Lightly Jacelyn shook her head to try and ward off the inner stimulation. Only now was she consciously aware of the way her heart rapidly thudded inside her chest. The beat of it had kicked into overdrive the instant Tiara had broke into smile.
"Oh..” Jacelyn’s gaze fell to her hands that were now quite scrunched up against her robe. It didn’t matter much to Jacelyn that she had momentarily become scrambled. She liked the feeling.
The real idea finally dawned in on Jacelyn.
"Oh! Yes, well—I”
Dark orbs slowly lifted, recognizing their lover once more. All too quickly Jacelyn stood.
"I think I’ll wait just outside the door for you, beloved.”
Grabbing her bag in a grave hurry, Jacelyn waited until the door closed behind her before she dropped her bag and allowed her head to rest up against the door. She closed her eyes just as her face went hot, knowing that she felt just absolutely perfect while albeit everything else around her and Tiara was ready to turn into complete and utter mayhem. She could have cared less.
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Daritha could sense that the tension levels were rising. He was also suprised to see which side it was that was going to be pulling the first move. He could see the rage within Rach, she will someday turn that on me. She will die for it... That was then not now, now it was being turned on Derrek. He could see the lines of the Force wrap around his neck. Perfect, end his life. Start the split as it should
Then she eased up. Probably best that he not be killed, that should be enough. Killing him would just have started an all out brawl. That would be dangerous. He shifted himself to look at her for a moment. She might be smarter than I would have thought.
Then he focused his attention to the woman not far from him, Sophie. She was now standing, a sign of aggression if he ever saw one. Her words dripped with about as much hate as came from her through the Force. Impressive, he thought to himself. Then he saw where her words were going and his eyes widened from behind his shroud. A gesture he was thankful no one could see.
Quickly he lept from his seat, his sword removed from its sheath with a matallic twang. He stood on the table, sword poised ready for combat. Three feet from Sophie he held himself in a battle stance. Quicker still he created a thin wall between the first layer of skin on Derrek's neck, it held any attack that Rach might make.
I never thought I was going to be the first one to draw their sword... Despite his position and the racing of his heart he spoke slowly and calmly. "The killing will have to wait." The black shroud was directed at Rach. "This meeting ends now." His voice was filled with command that it had not held in quite some time. "We all know where our loyalties lay, we Sith wear our emotions on our sleeves. It is a surprise that we were able to keep this from starting much sooner but it has and we cannot deny it. The first true Sith Civil War in the past hundred years, starts now!"
He looked at everyone around the room, slowly. Then in one quick motion his blade moved in a long arcing pattern, only to find its tip thrust into the table. "But!" He let the word hang for a moment. "The bloodshed will wait just an hour and a half. In that time those that find themselves with leanings towards Mistress Maurow and her beliefs will gather themselves in the shuttles. From there they will go to the Anarchy which lays in orbit and we will travel to Byss."
He looked around the room again and then spoke a threat to all. "Think of lieing and infiltrating that side and you will find yourself found out. You will also be informed that you have been found out by having my blade go into your neck. Mind you it will not kill you, no, it will just sever your spine and leave you crippled forever."
He ripped his blade from the table and looked around, pointing it at each member. Daring them to test his word. Then the Sith Master stepped down from the table and looked at the Nautolean and spoke under his breath. "I am the only reason you are alive right now. Know this, it was only for political reasons. Yes, you were saved by politics. You will not be fortunate next time, because I promise you. I will end your life."
With those things said he strode to the door and stood next to it. In time those that would side with Sophie would leave as he had commanded. Until they had all left he would remain, ready to end anyone's life that defied his command.
Re: Fragments of Faith - The Sith Civil War"Ahhahaahahahaaaaahhhh....hahahhhahahahaaaaa....hahahahahahahahhhahah"
He laughed and he laughed and he laughed. His broken voice breaking out and echoing out into the hall. A maddened laughter. For this was simply too precious to not enjoy, oh how beloved these moments of chaos would be. How much he would relish the clash of titanic egos and wills.
While in the end, it all came down to this.
I wish to rule, you stand in my way.
He could not help but laugh.
"A feast of crows is what this is. A feast of crows, each one cawing for the fleshier piece of the meat. Lords and ladies, battling out over dominion. It would be hilarious if it were not so downright pathetic. There is no need for a war..."
He spoke glancing towards Lord Daritha.
"But I see now that there will be one, and here Lord Monnik tried so hard to keep us all together."
Almost a laugh.
"Very well, hear my say and then hear my stand."
He rose up then to his full imposing height. The chains and plates of armor clinking together as he rose up. A wraith, a specter...a phantasm.
"Coddle those who serve us, or slaughter them. It matters little while they still serve us. While they know that they are our slaves. But what we lack is bone and spine."
He tapped his own back, a click clack sound.
"Spine. True Spine. We lack strength...those who have earned it with time have become maddened with it or too reclusive to bring forth their true powers to bear. Those here who think they possess it are merely deluding themselves.
Knowledge of the Dark Side of the force does NOT count as strength. It counts as knowledge and nothing more. True strength comes from action, not words. True strength stems from deeds, from decisions, from decimating your enemy beyond the point of a possible return...from carving out for yourself a mighty Empire and not merely be satisfied with the few scraps the Galaxy allows you. That is where you fail, our beloved leaders. Where you fail, Lord Daritha of the Order."
Of course when he said the Order, he meant the Dark Sith Order. He had been of the Order himself and even now the mark of darkness writhed and coiled hidden beneath his gauntlet. He had been trained by none other than Emryc Nethalan, a mighty Sith Lord in his own right and a former student of Daritha. Yet now, Dartitha's stand disappointed Archon. Turning to the general assembly of the so called moderate Sith he bellowed.
"You are weak, you are pathetic, you are a blight upon the true strength of the Sith...which always lies in unification. Through force, deceit, murder....but not through talk. The very fact that the esteemed Lords chose to call a general meeting to order instead of merely weeding out the opposition they felt breeding lays testimony to how weak and frail you have become.
As is the natural law of things with all things weak. You too must be replaced. And you will."
He laughed again a hollow laugh, with swift and decisive steps he went and stood beside Lord Maleficus.
"You have heard my words, now hear my stand. I choose strength."
With a deadly rasping sound the jet black bastard sword emerged from it's resting sheath. He held it aloft. Bloodfyre.
And brought it to ready.
"I stay. And so shall those who have any inkling of what true power is. What true Strength is."
Turning to face Lord Daritha he spoke up.
"You ask for time, and I assure you none of us would be so discourteous to you to refuse...but remember one thing."
Yellowed hate filled eyes, glare with malice.
"This, is Korriban. You no longer command here."
Re: Fragments of Faith - The Sith Civil War
“Rogue.” Sophie, still standing, answered the Darth Ragnos’ rant. The noble whisper was low, but intense enough to slice glass, “Hypocrite. Your tainted words carry as much weight as that traitor there...”
Without looking, she pointed to the Nautolan, “ ...who, for all intents and purposes, ought to be dead. You are nothing more than a faithless fool, and anyone who embraces you or your lies, is likewise a fool. There is no allegiance in you, not for this sacred temple, this holy world or this great Order. You will abandon everything and run as soon as the tides turn against you.”
“Strength?” The Mistress’ eyes narrowed, “Coward. Deserter. What do you know about strength?”
“It sickens me, this.” An outraged tremble passed through her. She shook her head, “Where is our dignity? When will we cease being lowly creatures and when will we start taking the necessary steps to hold our heads high and be glorious?”
Her voice rose, “Where is your common sense? You don’t want a kingdom, you don’t care to rule, you just want a field of cattle to slaughter. The galaxy could bow to us in awe of our divinity. They could love us, fear us and be forever ours. We could possess the hearts and minds of everyone forever.”
“But not this way.” Sophie breathed, “You welcome ruin. Your heedlessness will have mundanes begging at the Jedi temple gates. There will be unrest and rebellions. Heroes will be born from your mindless cruelty and you will fall to those lesser beings... this Order will fall.... we will all fall. Planet after planet will be stripped from us. We will have nothing.”
Master Daritha had suggested retreat, but her feet remained planted. She ardently refused to move yet. The rabid beasts of the order would have to be eliminated. The pestilence would have to be eradicated, here and now, before it spread. Still, below her ire, logic told her to trust his wisdom. He had seen Force wars before. He knew of their destructive course.
“I want a Sith Nation that is both cunning and cruel. I want cooperation so that we may reign for eons to come. I do not want to see us defeated as we have been in the past. This time, with this Order, I want perfection.”
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If it had not been for two Masters leaping over to attack the Nautolan, then Zan would have gladly unsheathed the true side of his weapon. He had found one who would agree with him - and many others who would agree with her. Perhaps he had found his new allies within this pathetic excuse for what should have been a strong Order. If he had, all the better; it would make the task ahead so much easier on all of them if a larger group were to cooperate.
They are, for the most part, a pack of imbeciles...I told them from the very outset that this sort of pointless argument over methodologies would splinter the Order. And none listened. And here, the divide tears itself even further...
...but perhaps it is necessary to purge the unworthy. They will not listen. They will only see the blood in their eyes - even those who think that the way of diplomacy is the best. Even this so-called Master Monnik...yes, he speaks that persuasion is the only way, and here he practises his violent ways. Master Maleficus...well, I must commend him for trying, but...it will not work, through no fault of his own.
Sophie Maurow spoke true and clear. That was exactly his own intent, and he knew that it would be impossible to obtain. To her, Zan looked, those black locks of hair brushing against his face lightly while narrowed eyes locked with hers. With a face that spoke only the shining truth, Zan could only feel slightly humbled at her verbal powers, and pleased that he had found a beacon of hope at the same time.
"You ask for the impossible, Lady Maurow...Look around you. Do you honestly believe that half of these cretins could even come close to that which we truly need? They fight like wild beasts, not proud members of an Order that must uphold a strong tradition. There is no point wasting our time here while it could be better spent fixing that which is in such dire need of repair."
Such quips were necessary, now - Zan had tried. He had failed, and his own proofs were unfolding before his very eyes. There was no true reason to stay...but he would only go when she did. The sooner, the better; standing around these fools was starting to make him feel nauseous. And yes, there would be war...it was now inevitable. But Zan could only hope for a quick end to it so that the Order might be able to repair itself in time.
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Daritha grew tense as no one really began to stir. It was obvious that many would not actualy leave until the Sith Mistress did so. If they waited too long that hour and a half window would quickly vanish. He still had... things he wanted to get before they departed. She was throwing out further threats, but there was also so much truth in them.
One thing struck him as particularly humorous. She spoke of them as gods to be, maybe that was true. Maybe some would achieve immortality. But I am the only one who has so far so there is no need to equivocate yourselves with gods yet, Mistress. Heh, and if you ever do you should soon, while you still have such a nice body to preserve. He smirked for just a moment, to think of woman's bodies at a time like this. This is so unlike me.
He could feel loyalty in the next speaker. He spoke wisely but he was painting a huge target on his head. Bold of you, I'm impressed that you would even do that. Still it was stupid of you. Then he thought about it. What he had done was stupid as well. But I have the power to back it up, and the move need not be wasted now.
He focused on Sophie and projected thoughts at her. Come on, we have not the time to waste. In time each one will be destroyed should it prove in our best interest, I promise you that. You must understand something, we have but a brief time frame to leave. And keep something else in mind. Never before have I given my loyalty to anyone before. I have always had people giving it to me. All that I ask in return is that you would listen to me. Leave now, this room is nothing close to ideal for a battle.
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