Sith Master Angel of Death Face of Evil
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(9/7/07 8:00 pm) Reply
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Maleficus tilted his head to look around the room, swords at throats, weapons thrust through tables. Archon moved to stand beside him, bearing his weapon to the group. The Master tilted his head to look up at the statues along the walls, they looked angry.
He stood and slowly moved from the room, moving down to his dungeon alone.
Edited by: Darth Maleficus at: 9/7/07 8:14 pm
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Anarchy. How delightful. Monnik threw his hands up, defeated by the lack of comprehension, foresight, understanding in those who opposed the glimmering possibility of strength and the unity that everybody boasted to be after, but took no action to attain. It was pathetic.
There was no sense in trying to convince them. There was nothing going on inside the heads of so many. Domovoi rose to his feet for the first time since the meeting had begun. He placed a hand on Sophie’s shoulder and murmured to her ear.
“There’s nothing here,” he said softly, gazing irately at those who made a mockery of the Council Chamber. “Come with me, please.”
He put his hand on her arm, holding her in front of him and walking her out through the yells and the building threat of violence. His other hand rested in the small of his back, just touching the sabre hilt, prepared to defend himself and her. His movements were like that of a hired bodyguard.
“This isn’t over,” he muttered, then turned when they reached the door, facing the disaster that had come of their ‘discussion’.
“This is not over!” he boomed, voice amplified by the will to see the blood of the infidels stain the sands, the desire to see their heads separated from their bodies, both consumed by Korriban herself. “This order will be purged!”
He hissed his farewell to the fools and turned leading Sophie briskly from the Council Chamber and down one darkened corridor. He spotted Korran and nodded his respect at the man’s decision. There was no good in bottling the murderous intent in the small room to have the Sith Order tear itself apart in a few minutes of blood-fuelled aggression.
But still, Monnik didn’t move to the ships. He kept brisk pace with his beloved on the way to the dungeons where he knew one of the most valuable players to be lurking. Darth Maleficus would be instrumental and could easily be the changing factor of the dispute. He carried enough weight to overbalance the scales in either side’s favour.
“We could see the order’s glory restored,” he said, voice resounding in the semi-darkness as he descended into the dungeon. “Their leash has been too long for some time. Help me put them in their place.”
Edited by: Darth Monnik at: 9/7/07 9:41 pm
Sith Master Angel of Death Face of Evil
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(9/7/07 10:29 pm) Reply
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"The leash is not the problem, it is the beast at the end of the rope."
He sat on the bench, surrounded by his various tools. He had shed his gown and was wearing only a simple black shirt and pants. He ran a cold hand over his smooth head and sighed, looking up at the two masters.
"Their place is not here, their place is not under our command, they will not be told what to do, they must be allowed to bicker and do what they will."
He closed his eyes, tilting his head towards the roof.
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“Allowed to destroy themselves in petty conflicts?”
He could tell that Maleficus was reluctant to become any more involved than he absolutely needed to. His words would need to be careful, not only to benefit their side of the thing that could now be called nothing short of war, but also to keep the professional bringer of pain from drawing his weapon.
“Lives of great worth will be lost if those without worth aren’t appropriately dealt with. Don’t tell me that only the strong will survive- weak minds can still boast a quick knife in the dark, and there can be no flawless victory here for either side. If one side is overcome by a dramatic margin, our order will be spared the deaths of a great many Sith who are worth keeping alive.”
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(9/7/07 11:01 pm) Reply
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The trip from Byss was a rather uneventful one...to some degree. Malice passed the time delving into the Force, letting his mind drift within the darkness, getting a feel for what was currently taking place. Opening his eyes he looked to his sister sitting in the pilots seat.
*Things are beginning to get interesting. We sense turmoil within the Force, the Darkside rages in a most unusual way. Looks like the Sith may have found themselves another dark war. But with whom, we can only hope it is amongst themselves*
Within the Sith council there were a great many Malice had wanted to see dead for years....killed by his hands if he could help it. Having a Sith war would only mean his enemies are no longer threats to his return to power. Should there be a civil war, Malice would join in, just to make sure those that would oppose him enter the realm of chaos for all eternity.
Sith Master Angel of Death Face of Evil
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(9/7/07 11:06 pm) Reply
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"Both sides of the conflict are plagued by weakness, if one side wins then there will be a great loss, if the other wins there will be a great loss. I might not seem to understand your side, but I do. I know that it is of great importance to have politicians as part of the council, my only problem is that our side is not being allowed to do what we are meant to do. There should be no black and white in this conflict because both sides need each other."
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(9/8/07 12:14 am) Reply
Re: Fragments of Faith - The Sith Civil WarPolitics... feh.
The tension in the ancient chamber was now at it's peak. Waves of energy swirled and clashed against each other, each one fighting to expand and encompass all the attending Sith.
Some speeches were made-- more meaningless attempts at creating harmony. Daritha, ever flamboyant, leapt from his chair and onto the table, and declared the failed meeting over. It soon became apparent that the only way to seize control of the Sith would be to wrestle it from the hands of the other side, and so masters Maurow and Domovoi exited.
Trucido's attention was now focused upon the man wielding a black bladed sword. He truly did look like a phantom from a nightmare-- yet his words struck Trucido. The determination in his challenge to the Masters and the force behind what he said-- this was someone Trucido could respect and relate to. Unlike Maleficus, who had departed in silence, Darth Ragnos held his weapon aloft in defiance-- in a room full of potential enemies.
"This, is Korriban. You no longer command here."
Now Trucido's blood was running hot through his veins. This is it... it's been too long. Remaining silent, the white-cloaked knight stood and hefted a long, heavy looking metal staff from his back. With a wicked hiss the end of the staff erupted into a dark blue blade, which Trucido raised into the air, a declaration of his allegiance. They go to hide... to set their traps and ambushes... insects, building a shelter against the big, bad storm.
Re: Fragments of Faith - The Sith Civil WarNo Sith Lord can accept the leadership of another - that is why they fail.
Lavrae had long since forgotten the philosopher who taught him that lesson: one which he never forgot. The ancient Sith were a powerful race, but when the Dark Jedi came to them, they changed. They lost their unity as a people, and became mongrels onto themselves. No longer united as a race, they became divided further as 'Sith' lost its meaning - replaced by a name of a philosophy. Those who were otherwise united in belief were infinitely divided by each one's belief in their own superiority.
Leaders knew not how to lead, and killers forgot how to accept guidance. Surely the Council was about to shatter - within months the Sith would be a shadow of what they are now. The hurts that the growing conflict would cause would extend far beyond this room, and the next time a Sith called for assistance they would find themselves alone - a fate of their own divising.
It was a fate Lavrae was determined to avoid, if only he could find another to serve. Yet his encounters with his peers found nothing but arrogance and a lack of appreciation. His strengthened inner self and will were all good and well, yet he was no closer to a worthwhile path.
Lavrae remained in the shadows - peeking out to observe those around him. Soon the walls would crack, and all would fall to pieces.
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Daritha remained standing there for quite some time. People began to leave the room slowly once Monnik and Sophie left. He paid no attention to Monnik's gesture. Given a chance Daritha would gladly end the pig's life, but that was for another time. For now it would seem that the two would remain allies.
Before Daritha would turn to leave he looked clear into the white cloaked man's eyes. It was a one sided thing, while he was sure that the man could not his eyes he would feel it. Daritha radiated his presence in the room. "Korriban has always been mine to command, know that and you will truly know the bredth of my power." This those final words he spun around on his metal boot and surged through the door, his cape rustling behind him.
He traced the time in his head, he would have enough, he was sure. Eventualy he left the temple and reached the tower at its south eastern corner. Slowly he walked up the spiral staircase, his mind removing every trap in the tower he had built. It was slower than he liked, he had to make sure that everything was disabled. A good thing was, he no longer worried about setting them back up as he passed them.
Finally he reached the room he was interested in. It was the room where he had formulated every new darkside spell he had ever used. The center was empty aside from a small black table, the floor cool, black marble. The sides were covered with shelves full of books. He strode quickly to the center of the room where the table was. With a swift motion an object at the center of the table was taken from a stand and placed into the folds of his garbs.
With a swift motion he launched himself out of the window of the tower. He fell quickly to the ground, only slowed just enough to land intact. As he walked up the ground beneath the tower began to tear apart. He did not flinch as the rubble blew past him.
Behind him lay the remains of the tower. A mess of black marble and red onyx.
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(9/8/07 2:47 am) Reply
Re: Fragments of Faith - The Sith Civil War"Sol, give me your guidence during these turbulent times."
And exhausted sigh lurched from between pressed lips as hands brushed up through raven hair; Raine sulked back into her seat for only but a moment. A balanced must be acheived and now the lines were clearly drawn. Intrigued, she watched as a few of those in attendance had removed themselves from this room of hell. She did not want dissention or this bickering and taunting; on the contrary. It had been rather draining for the young Marzullo to be faithful to one set of emotions... of ideals. Each side had held truth and points of wisdom and strength for the other. Although, not everything could be scored by words alone.
A double-edge sword, this meeting had become, and Raine felt lost among the riff. She had been involved in many circumstances in which arguements of words and action collided. If only they had known what she did, seen what she had saw. They had probably thought she was some young girl who had no inclination of what was truly being conceived here nor could she had ever known such tales that they had. It was never any different from now. Many saw her as just a Marzullo - her birth right haunting her at every turn. If she must, Raine would result to the ruthless tactics that had been glued upon her by expectations of others.
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The walk, the opportunity to cool her fiery temper, had been desperately needed. Sophie was quite fortunate Domovoi had pulled her out of the room, for even though she sensed Daritha willing her toward the chamber door, and even though the better part of her wanted to accept his good advice, pride had paralyzed her.... both for the Order and for herself. The infidels could not be allowed to live.
...It was sensible, tactful counsel... The Order was not yet forfeit...Remember Daritha's allegiance... You owe him your trust...
Domovoi, much to her surprise, had led them both to the temple’s sunken underground. There was even less light in the dungeon than in the council room. Spirits still lingered there, howling for their decaying corpses. It was a place of countless unspeakable acts... death’s domain... Maleficus’ lair...
Not entirely sure why they had descended into the squalid depths, Sophie listened as her consort spoke first. She was shocked again to find that Dom seemed to be in the other Sith’s confidence. When Maleficus left the assembly, she had assumed the worst...
... my only problem is that our side is not being allowed to do what we are meant to do. There should be no black and white in this conflict because both sides need each other.
“We are in agreement, then.” She spoke softly, solemnly... as if imprecise enunciation might rouse the baleful souls, “I would like to hear your grievances. It is imperative that we reach an accord.”
Her glance rolled upwards, and for a moment, her spite was stoked again, “So that we may eliminate those who would destroy everything for which we have worked.”
“Lord Maleficus, I do not advocate acting entirely on impulse. I will not abide carelessness. I ask that this order be thorough and deliberate. We are not yet indestructible and we have too much to lose.” She spoke again, addressing the other Sith, “ ... On the other hand, I do not wish to dishonor our warriors."
Sith Master Angel of Death Face of Evil
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(9/8/07 6:34 am) Reply
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"I want the galaxy to tremble, I want us to be felt, I want us to be feared, I want every single man, woman and child to know us by name and face and to fear."
He slid off the bench onto his feet and moved slowly towards a set of small flickering screens while speaking.
"I believe we both want the Golden Age of the Sith to come again. What do you want? What do you want the galaxy to think of us?"
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He roared in lustful laughter as Daritha departed. The once mighty leader of the Dark Sith Order...now reduced to a simpering fool with idle threats.
"Words and more words."
He turned to face those who had stayed and nodded an appraisingly at the lone Sith who had dared stand beside him. Even as others stared on in dumbfounded silence or slunk away under the shadow of Mistress Maurrow and her bunch of spineless Dark Jedi.
"Rise up my brothers....we are cleansed today. We are no longer fallen Jedi as the weaklings who led us are. We are the ones who embrace the teachings of the true Sith. We are the inheritors, the Lords, the Destined.
We are Sith. Not Dark Jedi."
A part of him was furious at Maleficus's departure. But he knew the veteran Sith Master must have his reasons.
Perhaps, change is a difficult thing for him to accept at this age.
It mattered little. He had hoped Maleficus would take the lead, but if Maleficus shied from his responsibilities then others would be found to take his place. A new Order had to be forged out of the fires of today's schism.
As if on cue to his thoughts, a terrific shockwave rippled through the stone floors. From the slanted elongated windows he could see fire consume Daritha's tower.
"The fool has purged his last presence of Korriban himself it seems. Daritha's tower is no more. Less work for us."
Taking the lead he walked down and began to head out of the Council chamber.
"Their precious time runs short. Ready your blades, ready your anger, ready your hate, ready your lust for blood. The courtesy we offered them is at an end. These bootlickers and spineless cowards deserve no more grace from us. They poison Korriban by their very presence. Begin the slaughter my brethren. Let their screams and the rivers of their blood announce the emergence of the true Sith.
An Empire is reborn today. The Empire of the Sith ."
Determined steps took him forth, blade held ready. The blackened blade swung with a blurred speed each time Archon saw one or more of the servants of the moderate Sith. Ripping through the flesh and bone with practiced ease.
Sophie Maurrow.
She had called him, a coward. Called him a traitor, called him out a fool. The bitch would die. Would die slow, painfully slow. And she would die at his hand, and his hand only. He saw one of her scholar apprentices. A maniacal gleam fired up in his eyes. The young lad hesitated at seeing the blood dripping from Archon's blade.
"My lord...I was ju"
The edge of his sword ripped out half his throat within a single flash. He laughed as the boy wheezed and choked to his own dead. Blood bubbling out from the open wound.
"Let it be known. We bow to no weakling. Not now...not ever."
As always his broken and raspy voice was laced with hate and cold rage incomprehensible by most. He walked on, seeking out his prey while those who would also choose the path he had chosen would undoubtedly do the same.
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“I want to see a supremacy unmatched by any through history,” Monnik answered, seizing the other Sith Lord’s attention. “And want to see it last unlike any other. I want stability, not a barren galaxy. There’s no glory in controlling a wasteland, some do not understand.”
He cast his eyes up for a moment. The cries from the blood orgy above continued and carried into the dungeons.
“I know that you do, and we both know that no kind of stability, forced or negotiated, can come of chaos. They’ll be the ruin of what has been worked for if they’re not subdued. If this order’s weakness is common galactic knowledge, we’ll have no control through politics, or through fear of violence. We must be masters of our underlings before we’re masters of the galaxy.”
“Put a stop to it now, Maleficus,” he implored. “Let me see that the Dark Sith Order is more than this.”
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(9/8/07 11:47 am) Reply
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Throughout the entirety of the 'meeting', as one would use the term loosely when dealing with the particular parties involved, the D'xun-born Mandolorian remained silent and acutely attentive.
Maleficus' words did not escape the Mando'ad. By all rights, he shouldn't have been there. But, there he stood, defiant of the glances from random sith that he met with the umbral-hue of his T-shaped visor. Little did they know that every time his steel-grey eyes leveled their gaze on them, his advanced, and newly refitted, combat on-body computer pulled up the dossier of each one.
Not to say that most of them were not incomplete, It seemed the further up the ladder he went, the more question marks filled the Sith's files. No blank a good slicer couldn't fill given the time....-if- the information existed. That was the kicker, after all. But, it was no real matter. That was only -part- of the reason he was there.
The Mandalore's -true- purpose was to observe. To listen. And to record, as his suit had been doing since the very moment he walked into the room. Every word, every event that had taken place had been recorded and stored in his beskar'gam. He had been taking captions of particular sith and even reviewed sound bytes of particularly interesting tirades or any moment of noteworthy sense-making.
:::Those kids seem to have good heads on their shoulders. Too bad losing them is way to likely in -this- crowd::: thought he as heard Zan and Alice's words. But, it was not they that held his full attention.
Monnik. He glanced at the Nautolan with dark, killing intent that was held in check by better judgment. And -something- happened. A drastic fluctuation in the electro-magnetic spectrum that he almost missed. He went over the scene in a smart window on his HUD five times. Each time was the same. The fluctuation occurred at -precisely- the moment Monnik focused his attention on the Nautolan.
"What in haran was -that-" Spoke the Mandalore into the privacy of his helm as his external audio was currently off.
The meeting continued to spiral into flames around the Mando, causing him to shake his head. The Sith have fallen. Not from their former state, not at all. Instead, they have fallen -too- their former state. Once again, the Siit where acting like Siit. At each other's throats. The 'Rule of Two' had a purpose. To keep -this- from happening. To say he was surprised would have been a lie. This would strain his people's plans as the Sith that would be willing to work with him would soon be on the run. But, he -did- see a way to salvage this foreseen disaster. That was when it happened again..
"Mar'e! Got you, you bugger!" Exclaimed Savin within the confines of his helm. When the pink-haired harpy came out of the shadows to work her magics on the Nautolan, the reading he recorded appeared -again-.
A grin formed across the warrior's visage as he leaned against the wall nearer to the exit, his hands behind his back in an almost flippant gesture. This was -far- beyond what the Mando'ad had planned for in coming here. He only wanted to see if the Siit would 'act like themselves' and try to kill one another. And to see who the major players where and where they stood when the lines where drawn.
But this? This was a -true- gem of information that could change the course of events to come. The force just revealed itself to him. The hidden power -did- leave physical effects, echoes in our reality that could be measured. If it can be measured, then it can be -tracked-. And eventually....countered. The Mandalore nodded to himself as he focused his mind on the pair of young Sith he heard speak and supplemented the gaps in his thought with the thoughts and multiple random images of fish.
A technique his father had taught him and mercs the likes of Walon Vau, Isabet Reau and Jango Fett fully endorsed. Doing so filled the conscious mind with so much mental 'junk', a telepathic probe would only pick up the garbage. It was like a psychic smokescreen. They would have to strap him down and really dig to find anything more useful than schools upon schools of fish swimming at them. It took years for Savin to get a grasp on this unique skill his father dubbed 'doublethink'. But, after years of practice, he has nearly mastered it, making his mind a tower of intellect that seemed impenetrable. Unfortunately, doublethink acted much like a physical smokescreen. It was -very- noticeable to even casual mental observers. It would be obvious to those that bothered to look he was hiding something.
As Lord Monnik led Lady Marrow out of the room. the Mandalore gave her a brief nod as they passed him, prompting him to leave the wall and walk toward the young Zan, leaning his head down to him a bit to speak to the young Sith in hushed tones.
"I like the cut of your jib, kid. I think you got the right idea. So here's some friendly advice.." His T-shaped visor shifted ever so slightly as Darth Ragnos began to speak. He could -feel- the shift in the air as well as any good predator could. Or, at least, that's the explanation Savin would give you. The time of killing was soon at hand.
He nodded to Alice. "....get your friend and get out of here. Your main support just left, and I'd hate to see someone stuff a kad'au down your throat just for making a lick of sense."
With that, the Mandalore rose to offer a nod to those he knew remaining in the crowd as he turned to stalk up the stairs and out of the chambers. He could hear the heated words of the dark knight as the doors closed behind him. And continued to hear, and bare witness, to the events transpiring in the chambers even as he reached open air due to the small remote he left adhered to the wall where he leaned. It would probably be a time before the small, inconspicuous devise would be found in the midst of the chaos that was brewing.
~*An Empire is reborn today. The Empire of the Sith .*~
"Hrmh...we've heard that before. 'Grats on repeating history, burc'ya." Muttered the Mandoalre as he reached his ship in record time as he had the good sense to fly there. He was certain that after the slaughter was over in the hall, leaving Korriban would be hard to impossible. It was too bad. He would have liked the chance to sightsee a bit. Korriban wasn't so bad. It even had a certain charm to it.
But, none of the at mattered now. The Mandalore lifted off the bleak world and took to a high orbit before he attempted to comm his former liaison to the Siit nation.
"Lady Marrow. Contact me on this frequency as soon as you can. There is much we have to speak about. And, by the by...it's started. I suggest you get yourself and your supporters together and get off-world immediately. If you need a ride, I'll be available for a small window of time. I await your reply. Mandalore out..."Edited by: Savin Skirata at: 9/8/07 11:57 am
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As Darithia spoke into his mind, Avicus merely brushed off his shoulder. He didn't make eye-contact, just the motion. It was his way of blowing off the Sith Master. He didn't ask for criticisms of his speech. He asked for people to listen. None did, it seemed. Violence had erupted, as always. People had left, Sophie being one of them. Monnik too. A cold sneer drifted upon his face.
More violence, more words. It seemed the schism had formed. Where did Lord Sennou stand in all of this? He didn't. He merely sat in his seat, smoking his cigarette. A light sigh escaped his lips, as did a plume of smoke. Flicking the cigarette away, he pulled out another, sparking it up. Pulling out Sky's dagger, he looked at the blade for a moment.
It seemed the knife held the Master's attention, more-so then the chaos around him. Taking a long drag, he observed all who was left in the room. A mere observation. At this point, pure apathy seemed to consume him. If people wanted his assistance, or wanted to take him, then they would have to come to him. He was ready to go back to Byss.
Perhaps Darithia was right. Maybe he did need to spend more time paying attention to what was going on around him. It would be better then merely going in and out of the conversations. However, what was the point when everything turned out such as this? With a look void of any amusement, he ashed his cigarette on the floor.
Sith Master Lady Death Pink Beauty
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(9/8/07 1:01 pm) Reply
Re: Fragments of Faith - The Sith Civil War"Finish it, sister."
That was all she needed to hear as her hand lifted up. Then another presence came into the fray, defending the Nautolan. Rachel had felt this presence before, and when it dawned on her no amount of will would stop her. Rachel was now face to face with one of her husband's murderers. "Daritha." Eyes narrowed as he sheathed his sword, wishing just her gaze would strike him down dead. The chill and dead silence in the air seemed to dissipate as Sith went against Sith now. Daritha leaving, Monnik and Sophie vanishing but she still had one thing to attend to.
With an invisible hand she lifted Derrek from his seat and slammed him against the wall until unconscious. Her hand now holding tightly to his robes as she pulled him out of the animosity that was starting. The job now was to finish him, and that she would- to an extent. Walking him over to her ship, she took out a few vials and strapped him in. The first would be to awaken him, "Knight Fisto, glad to see you're awake. If you haven't figured it out, you're in my holding for now. We're going to have so much fun!" Another needle was inserted into his veins, soon he would feel liquid fire run through his body. Making him scream and wretch.
"This is only the beginning, you better brace yourself, sweetheart."
(OOC: Derrek gave me full permission to mod his character)
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Maize Wayne glanced from Kassandra to Shakti. He then yawned and stretched in a very langurous, insolent way.
"You Sith," he called out to those who remained, "bore me!"
He'd become a Sith, rather than a Jedi, years and years earlier because of a need to use his pain for something more than his own perpetual, inner suffering. Darth Corrigno had taught him to harness his pain and anguish on the losses he'd suffered as a boy and channel them into something more. While he'd been faithful (for a time) to Corrigno, that era had passed. While he'd been dutiful to the Horsemen in their time, their reign was over. Maize had never been interested in this merger and had awaited the day that the squabbling broke out into something more fiery and intense; it seemed that day had come.
"You're all losers!" he bellowed at them, just for the sake of stirring up the mud. Maize knew that Kass and Shakti would understand that he wasn't directing this at them. "I've seen better organization from a caravan of Jawas! At least they're motivated and know what they're doing! Frak, maybe I should go and join them! They know what's going on!"
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As the meeting turned debacle progressed, Adrasteia never did claim her seat. She knew it would be a futile attempt, as the affair would be over all to quickly. Those so vehemently in favor of unity and wise action, the ones who professed themselves such grand thinkers and schemers were curiously devoid of any tact or vision, hurling insults as quickly as they spouted drivel about unity. The opposition on the other hand, seemed content to shoot down any counsel thrown their way, refusing to be cowed. They also lacked vision. Only those in possession of both qualities would ever truly survive the times to come.
The gauntlet had been thrown down, its shadow vast, casting a dark shroud over them all.. Her better judgement was still at war with the voice in her head. Chaos had been appeased today, and without any action taken by The Faithful at all. Those so blindly in favor of unity had done it all on their own with their scathing commentary and refusal to hear out anything to the contrary. Pompous, arrogant fools. They knew not what they had brought down on them all. In the end, all she could do was shake her head.
As the meeting hall cleared out, Adrasteia did finally come about and sink into the seat beside Fenris. She said nothing but continued to listen to the words of Lord Archon. She had seen all of this already, on this very planet, upon her arrival here. They had discussed it, and the ramifications of it in great detail. Fenris had been with them. Nothing was given to chance, Adrasteia knew. She was a Sister of Fate, she held the gaze behind the mask for a moment, nodding her head in acknowledgement.
Suddenly from the opposite side of the room she heard Lord Thanatos, another Master that she held in admiration. His words were taunting, instigating and all too true. For the first time since crossing the into the Council Chambers, Adrasteia showed some kind of response. She began to clap her gloved hands, and laughed almost girlishly.
Edited by: Lady Razielle at: 9/8/07 2:32 pm
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Fidelis had sat in the shadow and remained silent for the meeting. None of it interested him very much as he cared little for the others in the room. His eye glanced about and came to rest on the bottle of whikey in his hand. It was his fifth during this meeting. A normal man would have fallen unconsciou long ago.
Fidelis watched as the first blow was struck. Unconcerned about the fishman he stood. The aura of menace about him and the tone of the voice he carried would be enough to catch a few ears towards the rarely voiced knight. His hands both resting on his hip near his saber.
" Enough ass heads. This is a place of respect and history, save the blood shed for outside. The force knows i want you all dead as much as anyone else, yet i bide my time. If it is a war you all want leave now and prepare your homes and soldier and selves. I will be coming for more then one of yens, but leave this place intact. Leave this day as allies for once more, as i swear death begins as soon as i have had a decent amount of drinks".
In truth he hoped someone foolish enough to say something to him. Or to even look at him wrong, he was itching to severe a head or two. Even if it was someone he didn't exactly hate. He looked towards Mandalore and his eyes would show deadly intent for those who stood in his way of battle. He would never betray the mandalore but he would move him out of the way if needed.
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A scream creased the mouth of the Sith Knight, its high pitched manor was almost deafening to the man himself, let alone the woman that was right next to him. His eyes started to roll to the back of his head. His blood felt like it was boiling, the taste of hate filled his mouth as he started to convulse. His heart was beating faster and faster, pumping more and more fire into his body, the sensation was enough to kill him, but his last ounce of will was enough to save him for the last words before he could speak no more…
“You….you bitch!” He moaned as the blood started to roll through his body, racking his nerves with the liquid and making them go on the fritz, hence the rapid movement of the convulsions.
“I…I hope you. Bu-burn in hell with…with that bas-bastard of a husband!” He screamed as he fell back into unconsciousness.
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The time for talking was at an end. Somewhere above the dank dungeon, blood was being spilt. Closing her eyes, she let her spirit meld with currents of brilliant, flowing Force tides. She found the mind of the rogue Sith again. In truth, it was no chore to locate his vehement signature amidst all the other sparks of consciousness that glowed in the temple. Creeping into his psyche, Sophie saw through his eyes and heard the wet, sputtering gurgles of his prey.
“They are murdering the scholars.” She hushed lowly, “It has begun.” Sophie said again, trapped for a moment in that horrific hell.
Her stomach twisted. Gods, the boy was still chocking on his own gore. His skin was growing pale, but his spirit was holding fast to his failing flesh... let go... just let go... she begged him. It was agony to feel his mind, so full of ancient mysteries, evaporate slowly. Page by page, the knowledge was lost to the reaching abyss of death. Gone forever. He had been a vessel, a means to maintain the immortality of the Sith, and now he was an empty corpse.
“Fool!” Sophie screamed into the air, ensuring that her outcry carried to every mind in that temple. They would know of the Darth Ragnos' trespass, “You faithless fool! You hold nothing sacred! Kill the scholars? They are sacrosanct! You condemn us all to oblivion! ”
Clenching her eyes tightly, she placed her hand over her trembling lips to still them, “They will burn the libraries next. Shatter the artifacts. He is coming for me...”
Blinking, her hand lowered and she looked to Domovoi, “I cannot reason to those who deem logic profane. I cannot speak to those who call words themselves sacrilege. There is nothing I can do.” Her gaze shifted to Maleficus again.
“... They... they are killing our scholars, Opir. If this madness continues, will have no history and no future. The Sith will be soulless!” Sophie was beside herself. The pristine Lady shook, “I am not a warrior. I am charged with preserving the consciousness of our kind and using that collective wisdom to help guide us to a brighter future. But I have no place here.”
“I will go into hiding.” She hushed next, folding her arms to fight away the uncontrollable chill, “I will transfer all I am to a holocron. If they murder me, you must keep that archive secret... you must keep it safe.”
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Onnen listened with the utmost attention to all of the others. Each glance at each other full of either menace or understanding. It was both awe filling, and frightful to bear witness to these events. a schism forming with every second, and he was actually here to witness it. He was unsure whether to be thrilled or sickened, or both.
His grip on his Lightsaber now vise-like. Perhaps he would survive long enough to take a few of them with him, but it was doubtful. He was not nearly as powerful as most of these Sith. Perhaps that would be his saving grace though. He was not a threat to them in his current state.
"What are you thinking? Ypu are a Sith. Stop with this weakness." He thought coldly."Just watch and wait."
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The discussion was over, if it had ever begun at all. At the behest of Daritha, Sophie Maurow and a number of others had taken their leave of the Council chambers. Vega and Razielle exchanged a look. No words were spoken, but as their eyes met a message was conveyed between them that was clear as a viridian crystal.
The Sith Master stood and began to walk with slow steps from the room, his lover in tow. His eyes, usually so dark, were aglow with some unholy light. A coil of electricity began to form at his wrist, encircling it, and with each footfall its writhing tendrils grew more restless, the web of energy encasing his fist in a pulsing sphere of light. In the blink of an eye, it was released. As though casting it to the wind, Vega threw his hand outwards, his parted fingertips a conduit for the power coursing through them.
The arc of light crashed into Archon Kaan, the lethal current rolling over his body in waves.
Edited by: Vega Van Derveld at: 9/9/07 12:38 am
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Without looking back, Adrasteia bit the fingers of her gloves, tugging them off each digit one by one. Discarding the satin scraps of fabric at her feet, the Sith Knight pressed her palms to the cold stone of the Sith Temple, drawing in the power of the ancients, calling to the spirits of the departed Sith of old. They rallied to her, they always had, always would.. She who was beloved by Death..
From the cracks and fissures in the great walls, both visible and imperceptible, dark mist began to spill forth, swirling around her legs. The Dark Prophets eyes were shut, ancient tongues spiling from her crimson stained lips. Commanding those under her thrall to rise up, they would have no form, but they were not powerless. There were many forms of combat at their disposal and she would make use of them all.
She could feel the vibrations of Korriban herself, beneath her booted feet, the planet let loose a mournful groan.
I said you would bear witness to this age.. Not that you would rule it.
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