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While Sophie suffered fear, Domovoi was only enraged. The very fact that the Sith name was being stained, the ideology marred by ignorance, was enough to warrant their deaths. The fact that they went beyond, giving in to their lust for sacrilege, marked them as blank spots in the eyes of true Sith. They had no control over their own emotions. They let themselves be consumed, allowed their subhuman instincts turn them into wild animals.
Sophie’s desperation only added to Dom’s desire to see them undone. With any luck, the fools would destroy themselves. They had no place amongst a functional group anyway. They had relinquished their usefulness, trading their own value for blind frenzy. They were only ‘True Sith’ in the sense that they couldn’t maintain control of themselves, and that they would drive themselves to ruin.
“Maleficus,” he said, bitter and becoming more forceful, “Their folly will ruin the Order.”
It was a rarity that mass slaughter could be condoned as the most sensible action. Given the situation, ruthless efficiency appeared all that could combat unthinking massacre.
“I’m going to prevent the execution of the Sith,” he said, “You can stop them with me, or wallow in your dungeons.”
With that, he gave a glance to Sophie before stalking out of the chamber.
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Maleficus looked from one to the other before following Monnik upstairs, out of the dark depths. He could hear the cries of his prisoners as vibrations ran through the temple. Great darkness was billowing and flowing through the corridors and great halls of the ancient building. The ghosts were awake and Maleficus knew not which side they fought for, he knew only one thing: something would die on this day.
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As if on cue Malices shuttle burst from Hyperspace, his eyes settling on the planet Korriban. Through the force he could feel it, he could feel it all. The carnage, the hate, the anger...war was upon them. Korriban screamed in his head, it yelled with the anger that the Sith let loose upon themselves. Navigating his shuttle down into one of the hanger bays Malice looked to his sister.
*This could get dangerous, stay with the ship. We shall go and investigate, see what is truly happening*
Nodding to his sister Malice exited the shuttle. From the moment he set foot on Korriban Malice let his aura wash over the planet. He had revealed himself to a select few of Sith when he went to Ziost, but now all would know he had returned. Wether he would be welcomed or hated he cared not, if there was war amongst the Sith then he would be there to lay witness to the change...and also have a hand in the changing. Calmly Malice began to make his way towards the temple, all the while watching through the Force.
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Onnen watched in sick admiration of the Lord Fenris. The power rolling from him as he let the Force take form, and electrify the other Sith. The battle was afoot. There as little time to think or act, he knew that there were people in here that would try to kill him, and also knew that if they did he was not worthy of the title he had been given.
He walked into the Council Chambers, and approached his Master.
"It would seem that negotiations are over my lord." He said flatly.
He looked across the room, and saw his sister, no the girl called Alice that looked so much like his fallen sister, and silently wished for her survival. He would not be able to protect her, as he had not been able to save his own sister. She would be in better hands than his own though.
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The room emptied quite abruptly. Sophie watched Domovoi’s pass the over the threshold, turn and vanish down the corridor. Maleficus’ massive form followed silently behind. Together, she knew, the pair of Sith Lords would be a formidable force. She felt a wave of electric pain pass through her next, transmitted over the ghostly remnants of the Force connection she had established with Ragnos. He had been ambushed and was now distracted. Opportunity had presented herself. She could escape undetected.
The slim, sliver comm. buzzed on her wrists. Sophie activated it. More providence, it seemed. Perhaps fate would spare her life after all.
... 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...
Sophie replied back in a cloaked code. The Mandalorian was a skilled stealth agent so there was little doubt his computer would be able to crack the encrypted message.
... Chaos has been unleashed. I cannot vouch for your safety. However, should you care to grant me transport, I shall be waiting at the enclosed coordinates, one kilometer northwest of the Valley of the Darth Lords, amongst the dunes...
Sophie would not be able to take her own shuttle, she knew. Its identification was registered within every Sith databank. She would be tracked, with ease, like a candle in the night. Savin’s ship, however, was hidden from Sith sensors. She could keep them concealed through the Force, for the most part, and provided they avoided faction worlds, they would go unnoticed.
Besides, if she was to perish at an assassin’s blade, there was someone she had to see before hand.
Shielding her signature, Sophie ascended from the dungeon’s depths and made haste to the temple’s foyer. It was dusk on Korriban, and by the time she had crossed to the edge of the great tomb valley, the sky was blood red, aflame with the light of the dying sun. And so, she waited for the Mandalorian, to whom she was entrusting her life.... her mind... and the history of her people. Conflict still raged in the temple beyond. Standing on the sandy knoll, Sophie did not look back. She had no purpose there... not now.
Re: Fragments of Faith - The Sith Civil War“This world around us – every organism, every ray of light and darkness – is nothing more than a shroud,” said the old Sith. His hair was long and grey, like his beard, and he sat within a stuffy chamber full of shadows and books. A small window cut into the stone revealed that daylight shone upon the rocky surface of the Dark Lord’s moon. The cramped chamber in Sadow’s secret fortress was home to a nameless Sith with knowledge far surpassing most.
“You know what is beyond the shroud, Serapis,” said the words formed upon pale cracked lips. “Chaos. And he is chaos. You know of whom I speak.”I do, but how do I find him?Serapis was about to ask for the umpteenth time, hoping for a new and enlightening answer, but the words had caught in his throat. He was unable to speak, and a roaring in his ears built in a massive crescendo. It sounded like a thousand screams of hatred echoing through the darkness in a symphony of madness…pain…terror…
Then he opened his eyes.
Darth Ambroeus found himself seated cross-legged upon the floor of his quarters on Korriban. The scent of incense hung heavily in the air, and its pungency brought him back to awareness of the present. He had been meditating upon his Khar Shian visions, as Adrasteia had taught him, trying to pry more answers out of them that could aid the cult. But what had torn him asunder from his vision? The knight could sense a great disturbance within the temple, and deductive reasoning led directly to the council.
Serapis had been aware of the council that had convened this day, but it did not concern him. He knew already what would come to pass – Adrasteia had told him what she had foreseen, and even he was able to glimpse tiny visions of it with his own fledgling skills. Besides, the very idea of the council seemed absurd to him. Chaos – not order – was the law of the universe; the law of the Sith. And though this attempt at order promised to be a greater farce than he had seen in all his five centuries, Serapis had instead opted to continue his vision quests in solitude.
It seemed, however, that the bloodshed had begun. The knight’s mind was crowded with the wild emotions permeating the space around him: fear, anger, anguish, disgust, outrage, blood-thirst. All washed over him in tides, rousing him to strap on his lightsaber and venture out of his sanctuary. Ambroeus strode calmly through the halls, observing carnage here, a panicked flight there – all he met with measured indifference.
It was not difficult to find his mentor; all one had to do was follow the spirits. The knight strode up to Razielle and fell in slightly behind her, as was his custom. Lord Fenris had just shocked Ragnos, so it was clear their intent was to put an end to the violence. Removing his lightsaber and preparing his mind, the knight calmly addressed Adrasteia, “It has begun, then. All goes as foreseen, my lady?”
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In the end, all he would recall is that it came from behind. The bolt of lightning burning through the very air that it traveled in struck Archon's broad back square in the middle. The force of a thousand lightning strikes surged and coursed through his body and he was lifted up and thrown away by the impact of the attack.
Steam rose from his still form, rising up from the superheated armor he always wore. There was a momentary lull. The slaughter paused for a time. His supporters wondered if Darth Ragnos was dead.
But as it turned out, Darth Ragnos was far from dead. It started with a shallow intake of breath. Eyes snapped open behind the slits in his mask. Eyes, now glowing eerily in the darkness of Korriban. Eyes casting an electrum glow. Madness shone in those eys, madness and rage. Rage at having been betrayed by the very Sith who he thought would stand by his stead.
Never matter.
"FENRIS!!!"
The voice was not his, could never have been his. The voice was ancient, old aged beyond comprehension.
"WILL YOU DIE IN HIS NAME, FENRIS?"
Slowly, almost clumsily Archon rose up. Unsteady, unsure. Still the eyes glared on. The sword Bloodfyre that rested at his feet floated up and he clenched it once more in his gauntleted hand. No one could be certain, but beneath the mask it seemed as if he had just smiled.
"Lord of Chaos, yet protector of the weak and the downtrodden. You are the last I expected to stand in my way. Very well, so be it."
Roaring out a challenge, he ran forth. Blade held up and immediately launched into an attack. The blade held with both hands was brought down diagonally aimed to sever Darth Fenris's torso in twain with a single strike
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Having enough of their subhuman ramblings and their fears and their useless points-of-view, Raine shove up from her chair, azure orbs flared now in hues of cirtine and amber. With the extend of a finger, poised in a guilty stance, the young Marzullo searched in a mad frenzy around the council room. Her eyes had fallen first upon the younger girl, Alice and then adverted back to Malcom. A smile, cruel and emtpy, wrenched upon dried lips as Raine absently tossed away the chairs in her path. There had been no side she had been on - except her own. She would pick them off one by one... they all would pay with their blood now.
With a feral growl, Raine's icy hand reached out, her fingers clutched firmly around the hilt of her lightsaber. This child would be the first to feel the wrath of the true darkness. In one smooth motion, the hilt had been released and the insturment pointed directly at Alice. A dainty thumb glided down the metallic form until it reached the ignition switch; the digit twitched with anticipation as Raine looked onward to Alice.
"You. You shall be the first to die by my hand."Edited by: Raine Marzullo at: 9/9/07 6:39 pm
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As chaos prevailed in the temple, Lavrae continued to observe. He wished to see which group seemed to be dominant. The agrressives had taken the moment, yet it seemed that the politicals were planning for the future ... something the agressives did not appear to concern themselves with.
He moved away from his corner to wend his way through the dark corridors. He was, after all, only a learner: no match for the knights and masters who walked the halls at present. He turned down a narrow passageway only to come upon a clutch of servants.
"Please - have pity! We're just archivists - nothing more. Spare us: I swear we'll serve you faithfully."
Lavrae smirked behind the blank mask. As a group, these would probably know enough to overpower him if they knew the truth about whom they entrusted their lives to. It was no matter - deception was as powerful a tool as any other. Lavrae did have one particular ability: he was more attuned to the Dark Side than most others could concieve of. Malice Draclau set that ability into motion the day he struck Lavrae down - the Dark Side infiltrated his very essence, making the Sith apprentice as much one with the Force as could be imagined. In the time that was to come, he would develop the ability to take advantage of this state. For now it was enough that it existed, as it allowed him to sense every master, knight, and apprentice in the facility. It would be a straightforward matter to lead this group into the depths and away from all threats. The payment would be a clutch of his own servants.
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As it would seem those in the chamber would not heed his warning. Thus he shook to loosen the greatsword on his back as his lightsabers came to life. The second the female would strike he would kill all of those who engaged in the fight. He had no true side here only a need to preserve a semblance of honor here. He looked at Savin of Skirata, not as a Mando'ade but as a sith.
" As part of the accord i request you find miss Maurow and guard her with your life. Do not fail in this the fate of many depend on it. Also kill any you find in battle, we must contain the fighting as much as possible".
Fidelis' trench coat contained the usual weapon he alway had. Concussion grenade, flash bangs, tazers and a Decee Carbine. He would use everything he had to keep the temple in tact and to eliminate the other sith. Regardless of their side he was no ones friend here.
Darth Venefica Sith Knight Another Fel
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(9/9/07 6:00 pm) Reply
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Tiara smiled and flushed slightly as Jacelyn left the room. She was always beautiful, but Gods she became so desirable when she got like that.
Settling onto the bed, Tiara tried one more time to sort out a clear path - yet it was too late. Violence had come to Korriban and the Sith were all in motion. So many powerful practitioners seeking to bend the Dark Side to their will made even the most basic patterns of the Force twist and contort as each sought to foresee and outdo the others. Each time an outcome, nexus, or even a single shatterpoint became clear; it quickly turned to a muddy puddle before anything could be made of it.
Dressing quickly, Tiara summoned Lerche to move her things. Stepping outside to find Jacelyn, she wrapped her arms about her lover's neck and nuzzled just beneath her chin, purring softly as she pressed her beloved against the wall. She had not done so in quite a while, and the sensation was sinfully delightful.
"Come beloved - Ishta will meet us at the landing pad to be our escort and defense; she knows I wish her there.
"Vortex is beautiful, and the season is right to hear the symphony that comes from the Cathedral of the Winds. Such serenity and insignificance is the perfect place to wait out the tempest that is coming upon the Sith."
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From within his cloak, Maize withdrew a datapad and stylus. He lifted an eyebrow at Shakti and Kass before glancing around at those few who remained in the chambers.
"Anyone up for betting on the winners of this little 'contest'?" he asked with a smirk.
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(9/10/07 12:43 am) Reply
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Their blades met with a hiss, sparks spraying into the air as metal was matched with pure energy. The saber that had sprung into Vega's hand was blood-red in hue and its core swelled on impact.
“Protector?” Fenris laughed in delight, his face bathed crimson in the saber glow. A silver grin flashed across his lips as he drove the broadside of his saber – forte against foible – forwards, shoving Archon away.
“They will fall, but not by your hand, marionette.”
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Jacelyn couldn't understand why she chose to torture herself so. The act of abstaining, choosing to lean toward little intimacy until they could be wed had been Jacelyn's wish.
The way that Tiara teased her only left Jacelyn to burn more passionately for her.
"Precious.." Eyelids fluttered as eyes dipped with weakness. The affectionate term of endearment was whispered in sweet decadence. Unrestrained fingertips dug into luscious hips, as Jacelyn’s mouth tried to clip a moan by hissing provocatively in her lover’s ear. Nails dug in deeper as the female tried with strenuous difficulty to concentrate upon her beloved’s words.
"More—no—I mustn’t—we should leave."
She dedicated herself to finding the control, and her grip loosened, wishing more than anything to simply yield toward her desires.
Reassurance flooded her senses, allowing the passion for desire to escape for the time being. Ishta would be safe. As for her other apprentice, Preshius, she did not appear to be on planet for the moment. However, that did not leave her to safe travels. Jacelyn had made a careful mind for herself, contacting Preshius in the early morning hours, directing her to stay put and not return to the temple until Jacelyn had given her permission to do so. If permitted, and time was on their side, just perhaps the trio of females could afford to pick Preshius up along their way to Vortex.
Besides, with Ishta and Preshius present, the less likely Jacelyn would be inclined to tempt herself with Tiara. At least Jacelyn thought as much.
"W-We– should-hurry-th-there’s not much-time." She tried to say.
Jacelyn’s form shivered excitedly as she tenderly wiggled free from within Tiara’s embrace. Her legs swept actively forward in an awful hurry, more for the thrill of the chase in need to restrain herself, rather than to keep out of the hand of violence. At the sight of the docking bay, relief swept over Jacelyn, with Ishta in sight, Jacelyn knew she would have an easier time of things. She could resist Tiara Fel. She could be the one who dictated at least that area of control. Besides, Tiara wouldn’t dare to tempt her any further, would she?
Looking at Tiara out of the corner of her eye, Jacelyn nipped her bottom lip, nervous over the thought.
”It’ll be nice to have you along, Ishta. I’m glad you’re coming. May-be I could– er– sit in the passenger seat-you could show me– um– show me how to fly?"
Scurrying once more, Jacelyn didn’t wait to hear for word as she made for a mad dash for the co-pilot’s seat. She sighed with relief once she’d made it safely into the chair. Boy did Tiara leave Jacelyn in a wonderful bundle of excited nerves.
Strapping on belt, Jacelyn soon found herself nervously fidgeting with her nails while she waited for Ishta to join her.
You’ll be all right, Jacelyn. Just be the one to maintain the control.
.. And yet she couldn’t stop thinking about Tiara and just how irresistible she truly was.
"We really should hurry, we may not make it off of the landing pad if we don’t leave within the next few minutes."
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A lonely man strode through the desolate surface of Geonosis. Harsh winds battered the rocky boulders that surrounded him; slowly grinding the mighty natural structures to nothing more then fine dust, dust that would then be carried away by the same harsh wind, to be never seen again. Such was his life as well. Years ago, after a visit to Geonosis, he too had disappeared from the face of the Galaxy and he had changed. The warrior Arawn had died and the cunning entrepeneur Solivagus had stepped up. Now, not too long ago, Solivagus had disappeared as well. Right after a skirmish that had shown the cracks in the Sith Unity: the battle for control over Coruscant.
Now he was back, and with every step he took shadows of the past walked with him. Arawn had died after Korran's teachings had proven themselves wrong. Solivagus had died after the realisation that he could never stand up to Maize's little personal empire. Things had changed, balances had shifted and it was still in motion. And now the man formerly known as Darth Arawn and Darth Solivagus walked the planet where, in a way, it had all began: Geonosis.
He was not there for a trip down Memory Lane, no. Whenever this man undertook something it was with a reason.
His journey lead him to a bridge that connected to a long abandoned Geonosian research facility. On the bridge lay the scattered and battered remains of MagnaGuard droids; destroyed by a rampaging Darren Wraith.
For a moment he stood still, letting the shadows of the past catch up with him and, indeed, he walked down Memory Lane. Reliving the furious battle he had been engaged in with Bethany Kismet. She had been a Padawan, he had been an Apprentice. How destructive would a battle between them be if they ever met again, now that they were both Masters. A smile cracked on his unusual neutral features. Life had been easy back in the days of the Dark Sith Order. Alas, that was the past and that past was no longer of importance. An anecdote in the history of the Sith and Jedi. Nothing more, nothing less. What he really came for was within the ruined research facility.
Lights on the ceiling flickered on and off, small critters scourched the shadowy areas; always remaining just out of his eye sight. He could see them through the Force, their signatures weak, raw and undevelophed; unimpressing even. He paid no heed to the lesser creatures that had now taken refuge in the facility. They in their turn did not do anything to stop him in his tracks. It was a status quo that was voluntarily maintained by either side. Live and let live, even when it was this strange visitor that held all the cards and power. Rubble and remnants of equipment and furniture laid scattered throughout, signs of battle marked the abandoned hallways and sounds of machines only working as shadows of their former selves filled the air. In a sense the whole building was a ghost, a mere memory of what once was and a reminder of what no longer is. Still, the man was slightly impressed to see that not everything, be it organical or mechanical, had died or ceased to function. Although a building from the past, it still held one foot in the world of the living; the other one firmly in the grave.
He navigated the building with ease, at times walking back from passages that had collapsed. Doors that had shut down after mechanical failure were easily dealt with and, whenever he encountered such an obstacle, the sounds of explosion and wrecked durasteel took over. He was here with a goal, and he knew where to find it. It did not took long before he had reached the inner sanctum of the research facility: the mainframe. "Typctor, I know you are here. Crawl out of whatever hole you're hiding in and fulfill that promise you made many a year ago."
Brown eyes scanned the large, dark chamber that had once, and still, housed the mainframe of the research facility; looking for movement within the shadows. He could tap into the Force and locate what he was looking for with ease. He chose not to, for using the Force for unnecessary reasons could deafen you to important and more subtle aspects of it. "Arawn? That be you? You look different."
The lights went on; casting the entire room in a bright white light; revealing the detoriated grandeur of what had once been the beating heart of the Separatist warmachine. The man gazed at the creature with contempt. "Yes, it is me. But call me Athanasios for now."
There was a meaning behind his new moniker: A is not, and Thanasios a form of Thanathos, which was Maize's Sith name. He was Not Thanathos, or better said: the Anti-Thanathos. "Strange name you picked. Fine with me. You're here to collect what you gave me?"
Athanasios simply nodded as he stood in the middle of the room with his arms folded. The Geonosian shrugged and fluttered towards a large safe. He opened the safe by entering the correct code, rummaged through the contents and fluttered back towards Athanasios, handing him a rather large package. "Everything's still in there, the lightsaber, the datapad. Everything."
Athanasios opened the package and shook his head in agreement. "So, we settled?" "Yes. We're settled."
He strode towards the door, stepped through it and with a flick of his wrist the whole ceiling of the mainframe came down upon the elderly Geonosian; killing him instantly. It was all settled.
It was time for him to return to Korriban and to bring his vengeance to those who had opposed him all those years. Not soon after his dealings on Geonosis were complete a, dark and mighty Executor-class Super Star Destroyer left the system; en route to Korriban where the fighting between the Sith had finally broke out. On board was a Sith Master who was looking forward to crashing the party.
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Her fingertips trailed over the shoulder of Sith Knight, Ambroeus. Adrasteia smiled, almost serenely amid the chaos that was taking hold of the Sith Council.
"Everything is exactly as I have forseen.."
As Fenris clashed both blade and will with the shell housing Ragnos, Adrasteia continued with her own agenda. The spirits she had summoned surrounded both herself, and the Sith Knight at her side. She knew that some of the less controlled members of the Council would seek to obliterate the past by removing the knowledge bearing tomes from the library. Indeed, she shared their opinion in some regard, such stains to their history should be blotted out, rewritten with stronger chapters. However, there was some knowledge that she would not allow to be lost, particularly of the arcane nature.
Another ancient incantation transformed two of the spirits at her front, disolving their spectral forms once more into mist. The vapor took on a new shape, that of two coiled serpents which slithered around her feet and up her body. Their undulating lengths wound around her arms, black serpents with flashing ice blue eyes. One rose up, hissed into her face and entered her body through her very eyes. The other remained coiled around her arm, a weapon of the spirit world. When she turned to Ambroeus, her jewel-like amethyst eyes had become solid black, absorbed entirely by the spirit she held command over. Her voice, once melodic and pleasant on the ears came out in a guttural rasp.
"The weakness of the Sith will be purged.."Edited by: Lady Razielle at: 9/10/07 1:03 pm
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Talon had remained silent for the entire 'discussion' and just observed, he could have added his weight to the debate but knew better than to believe that even he could sway the mindset of those Sith set in their violent ways any more than he would be swayed in his own. In a way this very debate was an example of the very argument, those Sith who preferred manipulation, coercion and trickery would employ their talents to try and alter the minds of their more violent and brutal kin but of course as he had forseen it would come to no avail as they were well prepared for such and would not allow themselves to be swayed even if they found themselves agreeing with them.
It would then come down to the more physical persuasion tactics of the more violent amongst them, of this Talon had no doubt. Although this too was doomed to fail, preconceptions of the manipulators would have the others caught off guard, expecting to easily push them aside like little more than idealistic Jedi they would soon realize that they had all earnt their ranks and scars in the same fashion as they had themselves and could fight with the best of them.
The Sith Knight was no fool when it came to these things, it was his great belief that no Sith dominance of the galaxy would ever come from brute force, never could he see Sith forces overcoming all resistence in a head-on clash, but also he did not merely discard the art of war as those hell bent on destruction seemed to have so readily discarded the very notion of diplomacy and manipulation. He saw value in war, however even war could be used for manipulation, its dark shroud the perfect cover for any number of insidious plots.
Sometimes being proved right all the time was a pain, it did however mean that he was usually prepared when things went completely wrong and from the moment that all hell began to break loose he leaped into action. His cousin Rach had gone straight for Derrek, no doubt for what he had said to Sophie. Talon would have enjoyed administering punishment himself but decided to guard her back whilst she tortured him. From his sitting possition, the Sith propelled himself through the air, his body spinning in an apparently irratic fashion...a flash of ivory and two deep purple blades hummed into life as he left the spin and landed in a crouch with his dual ended lightsaber raised and slightly behind his back and the fingertips of his left hand touching the floor.
Within moments his albino twin Apprentices were at his side, their more traditional single bladed red lightsabers held poised and ready to defend their master.
"Take your time, Rach. No one is coming to save him any time soon." Talon grinned maliciously.
OOC: If anyone does wish to engage with Talon and his NPC Apprentices please note that I do not wish for them to be killed or permanantly harmed in any way, do feel free to knock them aside or whatever during the fight though :)
Re: Fragments of Faith - The Sith Civil WarTiara/Ishta/Jacelyn
The sort to cramp one's style and just the sort to arrive at the most inappropriate of times, Constance Proper came out of hiding from behind a cargo crate just near the ship that would transport the trio of females off world.
Like a few of her other fellow Sith, Constance had the desire to get far off of planet as possible, but she didn't exactly have the means to do it.
"Mistress Fel, please let me come along. Please don't leave me here. I promise not to cause any trouble. Please."
While bravely trying to face of Malice Draclau hadn't been the wisest of choices, Constance's confidence had been in full gear. Today that confidence was shattered completely under pressure. Never in her life had Constance been in such a powerful situation as this.
"Please.."
Bright eyes pleaded, feeling weak and cowardice, but pride no longer seemed to be of any importance.
So far, Constance had yet to notice Ishta, too transfixed on ensuring that she lived to see another day.
Darth Venefica Sith Knight Another Fel
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(9/10/07 1:37 pm) Reply
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Tiara hid her smile among the many bangles she wore. She wasn't planning on torturing her beloved; she just wanted to make sure that Jacelyn knew she was still desired above all things. Besides; her love was so adorable when she was flustered.
As the group of them settled into her yacht, Lerche was making himself unnoticable with the cargo as Constance ran up to the ship. While Tiara was less than pleased with the group of them in one vessel, it wasn't her way to abandon her apprentices. Still - changes needed to be made in the seating arrangements.
"Take the seat next to Ishta: it would be good for you to expand your range of skills. Jacelyn - won't you please keep me company?"
As her voice pleaded lightly, her mind reached out to her beloved. *I'm sorry my sweet: please don't run! I promise to behave.* Her eyes focused on Jacelyn, ready to flutter her lashes in contrite innocence.
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The surface of Korriban lay quiet as the Osiris entered the Horuset System. A long time had it travelled from Geonosis to Korriban, but Emryc had all the time in the Galaxy. The only thing that could concern him was the state he would find the Sith Complex in, and wether or not they had desecrated his former chambers.
Silent and steady he stood in one of the docking bays of the Super Star Destroyer, where men were preparing his black H-Type Nubian Yacht for the short trip to Korriban. It was a modified yacht, of course. Containing both weapons as a powerful shield generator. It had been his preferred type of yacht for many years and he had always ordered a new one whenever one was destroyed.
"The ship is ready, lord Athanasios." "Good."
A rather laconic response, but it was all that had to be said. Emryc boarded the ship and took off from the floor, flying neatly through the carefully lifted force field into the boundless region of space. Korriban was right below him. Servants would have noticed the Osiris by now, they would now be anxiously doubting wether or not Lord Solivagus had truly returned or not or wether it was some sort of invasion. In a way it was, for Emryc was no longer Solivagus and no longer a friend of the Council.
Closer and closer came the H-type Yacht to Korriban and greater and greater the planet seemingly grew. At some point it was so great that he could see no more black space in front of him; it was the moment that he entered the barren planet's atmosphere.
He raced to the ground, meeting no resistance whatsoever in the air. On the ground, after he had landed the ship on an empty landing platform, there was not much of a welcoming committee either. Two guards had been dispatched to check out this new arrival and when they recognized Emryc's face they simply nodded a greeting.
"Have they killed eachother yet?"
"They're in the process of killing one another, Lord Solivagus."
A gracious smile curled around Emryc's lips. He had arrived right in time. "Good. And please, stop calling me Solivagus. It is Athanasios now."
They nodded, saluted and went on their way again. Emryc made his way towards the temple. Slowly he stopped in his tracks and turned around to face the guards that had greeted him. "By the way. You might want to leave Korriban if you value your life."
With those words said he continued his way towards the Sith Temple; sending a burst of his own signature through the Force. This way his former friends, comerades and allies would at least know he was on his way.
Edited by: Emryc at: 9/10/07 1:44 pm
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So it was that Jacelyn and Constance switched places. Wishing to keep her pleasant mood, Jacelyn offered the apprentice a meek nod of greeting as she passed the female by.
Upon closer approach to her lover, Jacelyn's heart set into thumping appropriately. The rhythm felt so vibrant, and the way the vessel pounded against her chest, she really did half expect it to escape from its protective casing.
"More than anything, beloved - I'd like to keep you company."
Smiling softly, her gaze drifted for just a brief moment onto Constance, taking note of her face as she sat now in the passenger seat. Purposely, she seemed to be avoiding looking at Ishta, but otherwise, doing well.
This was going to be a very interesting trip.
Turning back to her lover, Jacelyn grinned.
"Don’t dare do it, you’ll find yourself on the floor along with me." She winked.
Easing past Tiara, she grabbed a bottle of water and then moved along to settle in for the trip ahead.
Easily amused and determined
to understand it all.
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((OOC: This post brought to you by... O Fortuna. It's a good song and everyone should have it anyway...))
Shakti smiled at her master's antics. He didn't have any stake in this, and Shakti was glad that he at least understood how pointless and asinine this all was. Still... Shakti was not her master, and she did have a stake in this even if he did not. Much as she hated Korriban, she'd come here before for one purpose: seeking Sith lore. Their history was how they'd gotten where they were, and erasing it would leave them lost and unable to forge a future that had been any better than what they'd seen.
Oh, f@#$ that Glory of the Sith crap. I just liked the library.
But it was true that there was a value to the Sith archives, else they'd never have been kept. Those who hearkened back to the glory days of the Sith should have prided themselves on knowledge of Sith history, and those who looked forward to better and greater glory should know what mistakes had already been made, what victories should be referred back to in order to create a deep sense of history.
It was fortunate for the galaxy that Shakti was no propaganda artist. Knowledge of how history and culture were built carried its own power. This, though... this was an orgy of destruction. People were destroying whatever they pleased and thinking of reasons later.
Her best chance of survival was at her master's side, since Maize and Kass were the only people at this gathering with both the means and incentive to see that she got out alive. Still... the fear that the archives would be destroyed... that all that history could just disappear... that fear turned into a twisting and knotted ball of rage in the pit of her stomach.
Let them slaughter each other. Let them write history in blood here today. Their blood was no concern of hers, but that history... that was her history now, and they would learn what it meant to take from Shakti what she wanted, to drag her goals further from her.
"Maize, you know I'd be betting with your money anyway," she commented drily. "But if you like, put ten credits on the maniacs."
They'd probably win this one. It was a contest of brute force, and for some bizarre reason there were people who expected anything less from this meeting. Shakti had predicted from the start that a fight would break out, and had hoped she wouldn't get dragged into it. Waste of time, waste of energy. There was nothing here worth fighting for.
Or so she'd assumed. She hadn't stopped to think that Sith wouldn't just be going after each other. Stupid and shortsighted of her. They were going to go after the core of their own history. They were going to tear out the heart of their order, their own hearts, and never know what they'd done.
The tiny hairs left on the unseared portions of Shakti's skin rose as Shakti let herself feel the loss of so much knowledge and history. Knowledge she'd wanted.
She whispered one word. "...no."
Shakti did something she'd never done on Korriban. She let her jaw fall slack, relaxed the panicked defenses she'd placed up against the crushing darkness of this place, and breathed it in. There was no room for fear, no room for hesitation or painful memories. This was power she could consume and she let it come, let her soul chew and eat it. There was a moment of stillness as she drank it in, and then with a single heartbeat the blood in her body surged and changed.
Power. Raw and sickening and intoxicating in a heady flood, riding the stench of blood and a tide of hate down into Shakti's soul. It didn't matter what she had to become to take what rightfully belonged to them all. They were violating their own history, and if no one was powerful enough to steal it back it would be gone. Forever.
Give it to me, she insisted. I will HAVE IT!
Ever solicitous of bloodlust and indifferent to victor and victim alike, Korriban itself brought one more tide of murderous pitiless war crashing over the young knight.
Finally the saturation of determined anger became too much and Shakti could no longer be still. Propelled forward by it, Shakti left her master and his wife to their betting and plunged forward into the mix of fleeing apprentices and servants, a crackling vortex of violent intent in a flock of skittish beasts. She drove forward, heedless of the others as they scattered around her like startled birds.
This was her history, her lore, and her place. Swallowed and transformed in the darkness of Korriban, she became its creature. Every iconoclast would die if she had to tear herself apart to get to them.
Edited by: Darth Shakti at: 9/10/07 3:39 pm
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Malice trek into and through the temple was all but easy and uneventful. From the moment he stepped foot into the temple he was facing off against young Sith, highly infulenced by the warring Masters and drunk off the heightened darkside energy that now flowed throughout the complex. His sword cleaved and slashed a clearing for its Master, a clearing headed straight for the meeting chambers, where Malice felt the highest concentration of Darkside energy.
Upon reaching the room Maice peered in. His deep sea blue eyes looked at the many Sith within. So many faces he did not know or recognize...and yet quite a few he did, one face in particular older then the rest. Through the force he spoke to this one.
(Vega, what a pleasure to see you once again. Its been many years since we last met. Tell me, what is happening here)
Malice had been sleeping though thought dead for the last five years, and on top of that he had not seen Vega in decades. As he kept his senses about him, dodging attacks and killing Disciples or pitiful Knights that ran to challenge him, Malice kept his gaze on Vega. He wanted to know both what the elder Sith was doing here, and what exactly was the cause for this new battle between Sith.
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Daritha strode around the temple. Things were growing ugly, blades were being drawn. Signatures were being blotted out, ah how I could have used those later on... He was not enjoying this at all. It was soon going to be time to leave and no one was gathering but a few apprentices. This is pathetic, do my words carry no meaning? At one time everyone would have went straight to the freighters at my word. Even the other masters would have bent to my will. This is disgusting.
As if playing right into his frustration his comlink went off. He looked down at it and pushed the button. "Lord Daritha, something odd has happened. A... uh... Executer-class Super Star Destroyer has appeared in space."
"Good. Jump to hyperspace." He could hear that Admiral Raft was about to agree but he cut him off. "Clear through the Osiris..." It was the only ship that made sense to be here. If it was the Laviathan he would not have been informed, that was a known ally. This on the otherhand was by no means a friend. No, it would have to be destroyed.
Looks like we won't be leaving via the Anarchy after all...
Ishta was settled in the pilot's seat, barely noticing the change of crew. There were pre-flights to perform, systems to activate, all the while being both attentive to scanners and aware within the Force. She had little time to mind what was happening around her. Deft fingers flew about the controls, confirming that the hyperspace sail was operational as the vessel rose from Ziost.
Though visibly built on the Punworcca 116-class model, Tiara's sailer was four times larger than the little sloop. This gave the ship room for some weaponry and adequate defenses, though Ishta hoped they would not be needed. With luck they were preceeding any violence from the brewing trouble on Korriban. While not turning to face her new co-pilot, Ishta tapped on a console in front of her.
"Please enter 'Vortex' to obtain hyperspace co-ordinate data. I am rather occupied with helm at the moment to concern myself with navigation."
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