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Constance couldn't afford a glance Ishta's way because if she did, she'd blush for sure. It had dawned on Constance as she moved to occupy the passenger seat, that she knew who Ishta was. Sort of.
The first time Constance had been aware of Ishta's presence had been back at the Fel estate. It was a moment that Constance would have liked to do without because she couldn't associate the woman next to her with anything other than with intimate association. It was strange for Constance to be sitting so close to someone whom she somehow inadvertently heard pleasure escape from. What made it worse, was that Constance had enjoyed what she'd heard. Who would have thought that the sound of ecstasy could have made her tingle so much.
The second time Ishta's presence had been felt by Constance had been at the exchange of tipping Constance off with the bond Ishta shared with Jacelyn. She'd figured out right then and there that Ishta and Jacelyn worked closely with one another. Even in that moment, her thoughts had reflected to that same place and time. Just like now.
So far, the tasks were easy, but all in all, Constance was prepared both for frustration and for failure, accepting that it all came with the ability to learn. As if she had done the task a million times, Constance did as Ishta instructed and then stole herself a look at the face of the woman whose voice haunted her from time to time and kept her from sleeping on some nights.
Looking onto the female, Constance took mental note of just how plain Ishta looked. Simple features mixed with touches of soft tenderness. Ishta’s appearance somehow reminded Constance of a flower that was just on the verge of blooming. The idea itself was beautiful, which allowed Ishta’s appearance to be anything but truly plain. Beautiful.
"Done. You have a very expressive and powerful voice. I know because I haven't forgotten it since the first time I've heard it. You could even say that the memory of it keeps me lying awake on some nights. Anyway, I’m sorry. I don’t mean to disturb you from your work. I just needed to tell you that."
Now that the Constance had gotten what she needed to get off of her chest, she didn’t have to avoid looking at Ishta anymore for fear that she’d blush. The need to feel awkward wouldn't come up anymore.
Re: Fragments of Faith - The Sith Civil WarVega, Malice.
"You and your pathetic allegiances."
Pushed back by Vega's force Archon stood, menacing, hateful.
"Following the biddingsOF A LONG DEAD GOD. And you call me a Marionette."
And then he felt an aura appear which he had so long thought dead. He had hoped that the man who he hated with the core of his being would have died by now. Disappeared from the order for so long, Emryc Nethalan has almost passed from the realm of the living into the realm of the legends.
But it seems the old ghosts were returning.
All of them.
"This is wasteful, Lord Feris. Wasteful and useless. My conflict with your worship can hold.
But can the weak and the pathetic be allowed to escape?"
He brought up his sword in a guard position.
"Heed the words Lord Fenris. There is a desire for control and malice untold there...no one knows better than I of it. But there is also wisdom. And knowledge ancient and powerful."
Another Sith had joined the gathering, another name and face that belonged to the legends. Malice Draclau had not been seen alive in a long time. And yet now here he was, present at the oppurtune moment.
Would a tender alliance be settled, or would a fresh battle be drawn amongst the three.
Fragments of Ruins: Reemergance
Far from the hallowed Sith home world of Korriban and the turmoil that engulfed it.
the moon of Rori in the Naboo system.
Darth Infamy the young Sith apperntice and prince of the planet Thule had hidden in the ruins for the last five months. In fact his personal quest had forced him to leave Korriban and his training under Master Terace as well as vanish from known space. His Fleet still using anicent technology retained their cloaking devices using them to sneak up and capture unsupecting planets and star systems.
But now that he is back he has learned of the troubles on Korriban. While the fact that the dark leaders where once again fighting among themselves disturbed him, he understood that it was the nature of the sith after all he did breifly return to his home planet and in a short nasty civil war killed his parents and the other ruling council memebers making him the sole ruler of Thule.
He then took the personal fleets and armies of his parents and the other ruling memebers and merged them with his own making his fleet and army stronger then before but sadly when he returned he found the sith he had admired fighting amoung themselves. Though he was well aware of the nature of the sith he was troubled by the masters decision, though he normally relished the idea of battle the thought of being caught up in one of their squabbles didn't appeal to him to much. Instead he ordered his army and fleet to stay on Thule and instead took a small cloak-capable warship into Naboo space and is now hiding out on the world waiting for the war to subside.
But with a large army, a fleet and an enitre planet that held a huge sith military complex and darkside academy it would only be a matter of time before they sought him out if only to use as a tool for their own private war.
He knew the ways of the sith well it was his home planets heritage. The others would remeber Thule on the edge of their empire and would seek him out no matter where he hid prince on Thule but tool off it he knew the smart thing for him to do at this point was to sit and wait to see which master won. After all he still neded training and what better persona to teach him then the winner of the war.
The one he is trained by him or her he would follow the sith doctuire and slaughter them once his traing was complete. Just the way it was menat to be...until then he waits in the ruins of restuss thinking of which master will he remember and find him first and which he would sware allegiance to...
Edited by: Darth Infamy at: 9/11/07 3:51 am
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None stood in his way as his footsteps echoed through the empty corridors of the Sith Temple. Many were already leaving the planet, probably including those with whom he had scores to settle. It mattered little. He had all the time in the Galaxy now that his loved one was dead. All the time in the Galaxy, just as he had a limitless resource of patience. His vengeance, his fury, would know no boundaries and no mercy. He had scores to settle, some of which were long over due. "Emryc," the voice of Mehellan came through his comlink. "Seems like some ships are going to jump straight to Hyperspace. Your orders?" "Leave the system." His order was calm yet resolute. "There are only a few who are stupid enough to do such a thing, and some of those few are capable enough to succeed. I will not risk the Osiris. They will be dealt with later, do try to record their destinations though." "Will do."
The connection was broken and, high above Korriban, the Osiris left the system. Clearing the way for whoever wanted to leave the damned planet.
He had arrived at the Inner Sanctum of the Temple; the chambers were many a discussion and decision had been held and reached. It had been a shrine to the ancients, to the legends of old. Now it was nothing more but a pathetic warzone. Sith were fighting Sith, but none paid attention to him. The few ignorant Apprentice who did was easily disposed of. Emryc had been a warrior a long time ago, and he was a warrior once more.
Hazel eyes scourched the room while he observed through the Force. A smile cracked on his face. His old Apprentice would make a fine example for the others who were to follow. "Archon Kaan," the words were calm but lingered through the air like thunder. It was an invitation and a warning at the same time.
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~*WILL YOU DIE IN HIS NAME, FENRIS?*~
Even from over two miles up, the Sith warlord's voice could be felt through the audio of the Lambda-class shuttle known as the Mongoose.
The Mand'alor continued to watch the feed from the unobtrusive remote he hid on the wall before he left,taking stock of the rapidly deteriorating situation in the chambers. He could no longer pan across the width of the room as he could while he was there in person. But, he could focus on and zoom into someone within the arc of the camera's feild of vision. At the moment he was focused on the heavily armored Sith lord. This Ragnos may be a serious problem if things progressed as Savin had foreseen.
A few readings and graphs superimposed themselves over the image on the viewscreen as the force was being flung about willy nilly throught the internal conflict. Savin smiled as the remote continued to take readings an measurements of the individuals in the room, sending mountains of invaluable data back to his shuttle. It was amazing that no one had thought to do anything like this before.
:::I suppose it took a Mando to do it right::: Thought the D'xun a moment before his reverie was interrupted by a coded call he had been waiting for.
<Skkrrrshh!>
~*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*~
<Shhhkk!>
:::It's about bloody time:::
"I was beginning the think I got stood up. I'm on my way. And so you know...I plan to open fire on anything that isn't -you- the very moment I get there. So, if you're bringing company, I'd suggest telling me now before I turn them so much inert matter.."
The Mandalore sent the coded message only seconds before he set course and began his decent, heating up the Mongoose's blaster cannons on the way....
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Her hand clenched up as a fist now flew towards Derrek's face. The sound that it made as it hit was sickening and Rachel smirked. "I know I will, but I will be comforted to know I'll meet you down there." It was slipping back into unconsciousness and that would not be allowed. Yet another vial was stuck into his skin, forcing him awake.
"You will not experience slumber, at all. I plan for you to be awake for each excruciating moment." Pushing him to his side, her pink saber now cut into his back and so close to severing his spine. "No, I can't torture you like that. I want you to walk away and remember."
Rachel grabbed one of his tentacles now. Taking her saber she slowly sawed through it until it was hanging by a piece of skin. Biting her lip, she wiggled it and played as the pain of it still being -partly- attached set in. Then in a quick manner, she ripped it off. Now she did this in succession for about five, maybe six times.
In the open, cauterized wounds she stuck dirty wood inside. Pushing it through the scab until it settled firmly into the flesh. She turned to see her wonderful cousin Talon standing guard behind her. "Heh, would you like to take a turn on this wonderful Knight, Talon? There is more than enough suffering to go around."
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A shriek of pain cascaded over the body of the Sith Knight in torrents of monstrous momentum, chugging out all of the possible energy he had left and sucking him dry. His unblinking eyes stared into the void of the ship; his vision was racked with tears, his own blood washing out of his mouth in tidal waves. He knew the many dangers of speaking his mind in an assembly of Sith alas it was a risk he took and received the harsh punishment. But was it not ironic enough to speak out about oppressing the masses and silencing their opinions and then to have his own mouth silenced? But that was not enough for the wench, her insidious torturing cost him many of his precious tentacles, it was like taking the whiskers from a small kitten, like the claws from a dog. He could feel it like a finger, it was like having a whole hand cut off and destroyed. But to his advantage he was able to regenerate his wounds. Something the inferior was not able to do.
A smile tried to appear on the face, wrought with a wretched pain, but it was not able to materialize under the immense pressure of the grueling pain that beat upon him with the velocity of a thousand soldiers. Rolling his eyes into the back of the head he started to center the pain, a technique within the Force that wound center the pain in the user’s body to a certain area so that it would all be together in a spot instead of all over the place. But there was simply too much pain spread through ought the body to even try to calculate the direct center of it all and manipulate it into doing his bidding. So he unleashed his connection with his pain for the time being, his direct actions were to be much more archaic, much more direct and brutal. Now to anger himself with the pain. A brutal punch was not enough to make him angry enough to gather the Force, in fact he almost enjoyed it in a sadistic way, it showed that not all the Sith were pansies, they were in fact stronger than what he thought.
But the tentacles and the dirty wood that was enough to send him overboard and sink the boat with him. The darkness in his eyes deepened, the severity of his pain was amplified by ten fold. His mind went numb with rage as the wood started to spread its dirty germs through his body, the convulsion of anger flashed its white magma over his yellowed body, the severity of the pain fueled the blinding rage that he unleashed with a force blast. “If I die, I am taking you and your bastard cousin with me, bitch!” He cursed as the energy left his body.
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Vega, Malice, Archon, Maleficus, Emryc
There was a comfort in acknowledging that he had the support of one of the most dangerous beings in the galaxy. There weren’t many, Sith or otherwise, who could stand up to Darth Maleficus and live, let alone be victorious in combat. The man’s personal abilities could never be in question. Most Sith strived to perfect themselves to some extent, certainly, but then moved on to other endeavours, working to further their control and influence in the galaxy. Darth Maleficus had fierce loyalty and unyielding resolve in sharpening his art to aptness. His personal ability to kill could never be questioned. His doctrine of terror was vastly effective, even if it did contradict with Monnik’s ultimate modus operandi. He was a cunning machine of murder and horror.
The wails of long-passed Sith Lords still screamed through the corridors. They resounded hauntingly in the deep of the temple and into the skies of Korriban, replacing the bright light that was beginning to dip below the horizon. It didn’t take long to find the one who had stirred them to life as she seized the power of one Sith spirit. The sorceress was one to be watched carefully. Although her motives seemed for the most part positive, they also appeared murky and shifting, as were those of her consort, Lord Fenris. It was a pleasure to behold the greatest provocation of unruly animals engaged with the powerful Sith Lord. Archon Kaan was truly powerful, but Lord Fenris also had immense strength that was not to be trifled with.
There were two surprises for Darth Monnik as he strode silently and slowly into the space. Lord Solivagas had not been seen in some time, and Domovoi wasn’t certain where the potent Master of Sith would stand. The greater shock, though, came upon feeling the presence of the long dead Horseman. Famine had been gone too long for Monnik to believe the aura he felt through The Force until he saw with his own eyes the figure of Malice Draclau.
Lord Monnik and Lord Maleficus stood in one doorway, two stoic figures overlooking the others gathered at the crossroad of darkened corridors. Their stares were impassive and cold, and their power was immense. Separate, either Sith Lord was a crippling force, but together there was no foe that could stand against them.
“My Lords,” Monnik spoke up, tone soft and cold. He addressed them formally, but spared the pomposity of a proper greeting, preferring the icy stillness. “Miserable remnants of greatness we are becoming.”
Re: Fragments of Faith - The Sith Civil War"Frellin' maniacs indeed. What kind of bet is that anyway?"
It seemed the party - such as it was - was ended at this venue. The Sith had scattered about Korriban to do whatever it was they were doing with this in-fighting. Maize snorted to himself and circled the chambers for anything interesting left behind. Disappointed at finding nothing of use, he set off to wander the Temple and take in the sights and sounds of the battles.
He had no intention on getting involved in them. Let them all tear themselves apart, Maize thought. The Coruscanti Governor would simply take a tour of the carnage, get his chuckles and move on.
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Re: Fragments of Faith - The Sith Civil WarArchon, Malice, Emryc, Monnik, Maleficus
The appearance of Malice Draclau unearthed long-dormant memories in Vega's mind, from a time that he had almost forgotten existed. In his youth, he had fought alongside the silver-haired Sith, both of them still struggling to master the power they so rightfully deserved. How things had changed.
Some amongst the Council seek to control us, Malice... to limit us. To bend us to their will alone.
As his thoughts brushed against Draclau's mind, Archon – and the parasitic entity within him – spoke again. Other less potent spirits had arisen now too, at the command of Adrasteia. The room was alive with energy, the air tense as the fate of all present balanced precariously at the edge of some great chasm. There was time enough to step backwards, to reassert the equilibrium – but it would only take one gesture, one footstep forwards, to plunge them all into the maelstrom of war. The tremulous balance grew all the more delicate as three more joined the stand-off, each formidable in their own way. Darth Monnik spoke.
“Miserable, indeed... hampered by the dogma of politicians and aristocrats.”
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More than confident that her beloved had the situation well in hand, Adrasteia left the vicinity of the Council Chambers. Let them have their little stand, in the end it wouldn't matter. Fate had already deicded that the weak would perish and the strong would thrive under a new age. An age birthed of chaos and power.
Her destination was the archives. Not to destroy, but to salvage. Within the chamber were housed many ancient tomes on necromancy and the arcane that she would not suffer to see incinerated by the less restrained of their kind. The rest of the information could rot. She made her way there, cutting down any in her path that offered her opposition. She would not be stopped.
A would-be hero, mistaking the Dark Prophet for nothing more grand than an enraged barbarian, stepped into her path.
"Halt. You shall not be permitted to pass and spread your carnage further."
Ebony eyes settled on the foolish and overconfident youth. He seemed.. unsure of his actions. His robes revealed him to be a scholar. One of the keepers of history. How quaint.
Adrasteia remained still, her physical body not moving, not speaking. Tortured whispers of the released spirits of the planet drew ever closer. Their shapes taking form, surrounding the scholar. None of them moved. None of them struck. They simply surrounded him with their ragged shrouds and rotting visages.
The scholar looked ready to soil himself when one of them spoke. It was from directly behind him, the voice was that of Adrasteia herself. Her spirit, transparent and terrible to behold, whispering in his mind. He covered his ears, a futile attempt to keep her from his inner thoughts, but he was too weak and she too determined. In his tormented, distracted state he never saw the violet illumination that came from the dark confines of her physical bodies robes. A mere flash of color and light, severing his head from his body. The body fell to the floor, the souls swarming it, ripping free his soul and converting him to one of their numbers.
The head rolled to a stop at the end of the corridor, just as the Sith Knight known to Adrasteia as Shakti appeared. She knew Shakti to be both powerful and reasonable, but at the moment all she could feel from her was rage. Rage and chaos and determination. Pleased by the combination, Adrasteia spoke, her voice still a disembodied rasp.
"I go to the archives. I'm all in favor of chaos, but some things are too valuable to be sarcificed in order to make a point."Edited by: Lady Razielle at: 9/12/07 11:19 pm
Re: Fragments of Faith - The Sith Civil WarSavin - The Dunes
The Lady sent a second message, this one to Sormier. The servant had only the scantest proficiency in the Force, but Sophie had taught her enough to hear her mistress’ unspoken whispers. Entering the girl’s mind and glimpsing through her eyes, she saw the same sparsely furnished room they had both occupied just a few hours before. Felicity was standing in a corner, back pressed hard into the wall, doing her best to mask her own presence.
...Don’t be frightened... Sophie’s mind breathed.
...I hear sabers, Mistress... Sormier’s thoughts actually trembled. She was awaiting her own demise.
...Your orders are to leave the room and make your way to our shuttle. The Sith are distracted by anarchy, they will not notice you. Have the captain to transport you to Coruscant at maximum speed. You will to be quite safe there after you have landed. I am going Alderaan alone. Send word to my daughter once you can maintain a secure channel...
...Permit me to travel with you, my Lady... The servant pled.
...The shuttle will be tracked. I need you to act as a diversion... Sophie explained and then broke the link between them. The temple was rife with skilled Force users; skilled enough, perhaps, to listen in on her private conversation.
The Mistress’ eyes rose along the darkening sky. Pale yellow and orange and deep, luscious red. Her gaze continued to drift upwards, drinking in the colors, and seeing past them to the eternal twilight of space beyond. Would the Mandalorian answer her call? Sophie’s instincts told her that he would. Her instinct had betrayed her in the past, though, had they not? She once believed the Sith would embrace her vision of submission over slaughter... control over destruction.
The comm. on her wrist vibrated again. Savin was transmitting...
... I was beginning the think I got stood up. I'm on my way. And so you know...I plan to open fire on anything that isn't -you- the very moment I get there. So, if you're bringing company, I'd suggest telling me now before I turn them so much inert matter...
“I am quite alone, burc'ya.” She transmitted back and closed her eyes, feeling the death and emptiness surrounding her. Far away, anarchy still flourished, but it remained contained in the temple’s keep. Spirits roamed the darkside valley, the conscious auras of those long-deceased. They seemed interested in the bedlam that erupted from the once-quiet sanctum. Should any wickedness spill out, Sophie knew the ghosts would inform her.
“... and I am quite ready to leave this dar'yaim behind.” She sent next, meaning no disrespect by using words from Savin’s own language. Some feelings were simply better conveyed by using the listener’s native tongue.
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:::Burc'ya? Did I hear that right:::
The Mandalore's helmeted head cantered to the side in puzzlement as he was uncertain he could believe his ears, the oft faulty things.
Did she just attempt to butcher Mando'a?
~*..and I am quite ready to leave this dar'yaim behind*~
"HAH!" So it -was- true. It was almost amusing to hear the Siit dala'aruetii attempt, producing an odd accent that seemed to clash with her voice. It was -obvious- to a native speaker when someone was only -sort of- flaunt in Mando'a.
He chuckled a bit more, playing back the recording of her voice in his suit for grins as he pulled back on the yolk to clear a tall crag on his way to her position.
He could use something to take the edge off ho much trouble he would be in when the Sith realized what information he got off them. And worse when they finally understood what he planned to -do- with it.
It would not be long before the Lambda-class shuttle that would be the Sith Lady's salvation crested a nearby outcropping, it wings already folding up in it's landing cycle. The ramp was nearly down the moment the landing gears touched ground, the crimson armored form of the Mand'alor be te Beskar'Marev stepping down it to pass her. He brandished his impressive looking and heavily modified Verpine assault rifle, nodding toward the shuttle as he scanned the horizon. He only backed up as she moved allowing her to lead the way into the shuttle while he covered her back like a -good- bodyguard.
"Heh...your accent make it sound like you're attacking Mando'a with a pair of hedge clippers. Heh heh."
Suddenly, he stopped freezing a moment, as if he heard something. "......hrmh. Go on.." The mercenary stepped back out a bit, panning his T-shaped visor's obsidian glare across the Korriban dusk as if looking for something that was obviously not there. There was nothing there, save for dust and a calm breeze. Was the Mando -mad-? Was this d*mmed world finally getting to him? Apparently, he thought so as well, turning around to start up the ramp to join his new charge. He was right, though. They where -not- alone. Death stalked the D'xun-born Mando'ade that day and it would not be denied in claiming it's victim. The Sith mistress would have felt a ripple in the force a split second before it happened...
...or -would- have happened if the Mandalore had not spun around on his heel to level his massive weapon on what looked to be a slight shimmer in the air and open fire. Razor-sharp, saboted flechettes filled the space where Savin aimed his weapon and tore huge gouges of flesh out of the hssiss' thick hide, spraying blood and gore in every direction. The animal shrieked as it was torn apart, it's lifeless husk falling to the cracked earth with a sickening, wet thud.
The Mandalore turned and ascended the landing ramp with as little ado as if he has simply taking out the garbage. The question remained...how did he know that hssiss was -there-? How could he have?
"Strap in...we jump as soon as we exit the atmo. We got a quick stop to make before we get to Corellia..."
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“If you have an objection with my accent, you may take it up with your comrade, Jedi Webb. He is the one who schooled me in the pronunciation of Mando’a.” The retort rolled smoothly from the Mistress’ lips, but not without a faint grimace. Openly admitting Zelazny’s foolhardy affiliation with the Jedi had always made her skin crawl. It was unnatural, artificial.... in all ways sinful to cut against the grain, ignore one’s essence, deny one’s purpose...
He was often rather intoxicated when he regaled me with bits of his broken tongue, though... She added silently, strolling up the slanted ramp and past the crimson clad warrior.
Some other time, perhaps, there would be reason for lighthearted mirth – but not now. Not when the glorious and the god-like were snapping at each other like deranged jackals. For the first time since she left the temple, Sophie felt compelled to turn around and capture Korriban.... look upon it, memorize it and see with her Sith eyes the shades of the Dark Lords as they wandered the great recessed basin of sand.
... Something else...
Sophie noticed a wave of life flowing amongst the dead. Dark energy writhing beneath scaling skin.... The lick of a split, serpent tongue... Her lips parted to speak, but before she could warn the red soldier, he reacted.
"......hrmh. Go on.."
...Uncanny... She thought to herself and pivoted, making her way toward the cruiser’s cockpit. Savin, although he did not know what he faced, was thoroughly confident that he could vanquish the stealthy sandstalker, “Curious.” She hushed aloud through a veiled smile, just before sensing the dragon’s life-signature sever and dissolve into the currents of the living Force.
The Mandalorian rejoined her. She watched him moved through the corner of her perception, musing to herself all the while. The dragon he slew was more than a common animal. Hssiss were darkside creatures that existed on a plane of Force energy most mundanes could not perceive. Settling into her seat, she stowed her conjecture and fastened her restraints as requested.
There was comfort in hearing Savin mention the hyperspace jump. Sophie wanted space... the coldness of the fast-flying cosmos, the vast, empty silence. Her heart was bleeding. She needed solace to heal.
“Quick stop?” The Lady inquired, echoing Savin’s words. Sophie hadn’t breathed a word concerning Alderaan... not to him, at least. Did he know? Had he been listening?
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Re: Fragments of Faith - The Sith Civil WarSome amongst the Council seek to control us, Malice... to limit us. To bend us to their will alone.
As Malice listened his hand shot out, gripping a young Knight that tried to run by. Knocking him to the ground Malices sword found a new resting spot within the gut of this young Sith, coughing and gurgling resonating like music to the Sith Masters ears. It tickled both Malices when Vega spoke to him as if they were on the same side. It would seem as though time hadn't past all that much for Vega if he thought such a thing.
*We? Vega? What makes you think those of this council would try and control us? we who are not even a member of this order...nor do we have any intentions of being a member. You on the other hand obviously are a member here, thus they are trying to control you, which, for even letting ones as weak as them stand up to you so...makes you weak and no longer needed to serve the darkside. Pity, we would have liked to relive the old days with you and destroy everyone...ohh well.*
As Malice spoke he raised a free hand. At the sametime all the chairs that once served as seating for the Sith rose into the air as well, wether they were vacant or not. Muttering a few words in the ancient tongue each chair burst into flames, the fires engulfing the lavishly made furniture and turning them into nothing more then flaming projectiles, which is exactly what Malice used them for. Thrusting his hand towards Vega all the chairs sped through the air towards the other Sith Master. Some of the chairs knocked into unwary combatants within the council chambers, yet a handful remained on their course towards the Van Derveld.
Malices mind though concentrated on his current attack always kept an eye out on his surroundings. In times like these it payed to have not one, but two functioning minds within one body...leaving room to do alot more in situations such as this.
Re: Fragments of Faith - The Sith Civil War64th Thule Armada...outskirts of the Korriban System
The dark airless void of space and their small shiny stars seemed to dim and darken in the presance of the sith fleet. Captian Yun, leader of Darth Infamys planetary armada was assigned to watch the carnage on Korriban and report back to his master.
The young handsome human make was in his mid twenties and seemed suited to ware the officers uniform he wore now. Yun had been one of Infamys lackeys since the early days of the Thule civil war and was now his captian.
He sat in his commanders chair looking at various reports sent to him from signals and transmissions they intercepted. Each one was written in the anicent sith tounge and displayed on the small blue screen built into the right arm rest. As he read the reports he felt a small bit of laughter build up in him, remebering doing the excat same thing when his master had started the war on Thule and eventually took control of the planet.
"Such is the way of the darkside..." he mused to himself reflectioning on his current assignment. Though his master was still an apprentice of the Dark side he was one of the strongest fighters and tactations in the Thule military.
His ideal was to bring back the glory days of the anicnet empire reflected by the anicnet sith ships he had in the fleet and the armor the sith troopers wore. Though like Yun he felt though dreams dashed when another civil war had broken out; one that was common to his kind.
Yun sighed as he looked up from the screen and signaled to one of his naval officers.
Naval Officer: You wanted to see me captain?
Yun: Yes, is the fleet's cloaking devices and gravity wells in place ?
Naval Officer: Yes sir, we are currently in holding postion and awaiting further orders.
Yun: Good wait here while I send a message to Prince Taral, Er...I mean Lord Infamy. And if any ships come in the area I want them captured our probes can only gather so much information.
Officer: Sir what if we intercept a ship belong to a sith lord?
Yun: Our master wants to treat all sith as special guests if so then allow them on their way. We do not need a powerful sith master gunning after us.
Officer: If they are not sith?
Yun: Then capture and interrogate them, use any means nessacary.
Officer: Yes sir!
The officer saluted Yun quickly before returning to his station to moniter the incoming traffic. Yun took one more look at the screen on his chair before pulling out his datapad and downloading it via an attaching cable.
The process took only one mintue to complete and soon he had detached the bable he lifted himself off his set. Taking the time to straightn out his uniform he then proceeded to the holoprojection room where he would deiliver the reort to his master personally.
Re: Fragments of Faith - The Sith Civil War"Miserable remnants of greatness, you say?" Emryc's words were accompanied by the gaze of his piercing brown eyes. "You speak as if you hold all the answers. You speak as if I, or we, should even consider whatever it is we are doing."
At that moment the legendary Sith Master Malice Draclau attacked Vega Van Derveld. That were two less Sith he had to care about. Emryc observed the flight path of the seats from out of the corner of his eyes, making sure he was out of the way from each of the objects being hurled at Van Derveld. "To be honest, I stopped caring about this Council and the current state of the Sith right when my fianc�e was murdered. If you people want to kill the whole damned lot for whatever course of action you favour, be my guest."
His gaze switched to Archon Kaan, his former Apprentice as his right hand moved to the black lightsaber clipped to his belt. "I, however, have a different agenda. One that involves Lord Kaan."
Emryc turned his attention away from Lord Monnik and Lord Maleficus and focussed it at Archon Kaan, the fool who had been stupid enough to become the puppet to one dead piece of history. Emryc was experienced in returning long dead Sith to their final resting places and Archon would be no different.
"Remember, Archon, how we both once vowed to kill one another? Are you ready to fulfill that promise?"
In one liquid motion he had drawn his lightsaber and the red blade appeared with a snap-hiss; engulfing the Sith Master's face with an eerie red glow. "Where do you want to die, Archon? Right here, right now or some other place and some other time?"
Re: Fragments of Faith - The Sith Civil War"Weakling. Forever the weakling, I speak of unity and power untold yet you think of vengeance."
Not that the trappings of vengeance have escaped you.
"What you never understood master. Is the fact that I chose this path, you sent me there to die. Yet I was the stringer. I am more a Sith than many can claim. I have cheated death, by my own hand. Paid my price, but I have cheated it. Chaos will not take me Arawn.
Solivagus.
"Emryc. Chaos will spit me out, I will not go until my will is done. And my will is not done, not nearly done. Your madness and your weakness has been allowed to grow long enough. They call you a Master now.
I call you a fool."
He brought up his sword, the black blade thrumming in his hand. Thirsting for the blood of the one man Archon Kaan hated with all his heart. Dont do this boy.
"What you never understood....Master. Was that never ever was I a tool. I am...my own man."
FOOL!!!
There was no doubt now, he was grinning behind the mask. A vicious grin, eyes of deepest yellow flecked with spots of darkness and he drew on the powers of the dark side. To an observer it would seem like the gathering of two powerful storms for undoubtedly Emryc would be doing the same.
A storm about to break.
"And I forge my own path."
You disappoint me.
And he charged forth, sword held up vertical. High guard, positioning for a devastating overhead strike as he got within range. Sure enough, he brought the blade down. A hammer blow...edge first, down upon Emryc.
"DIE!!!"
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The blow was meant to be powerful. Crude, raw, without style; but powerful and destined to kill. The way a man filled with rage would act, not the way of a warrior. Emryc's training in combat had long been abandoned for the pursuit of diplomacy and cunning, but it had never died out. Deep inside the warrior Arawn had always waited, laid dormant; biding its time. Now, with Emryc's latest rebirth, it had returned and formed a powerful symbiosis with Solivagus. Arawn and Solivagus had become one: Athanasios.
In a liquid motion Emryc stepped forward and moved his blade in a horizontal movement upwards; stopping the strike of Archon dead in its track. The mighty sword locked with the gracious blade. Sparks sizzled and died out as two forces tried to push the other's weapon away. "I do not deny your claim, or whatever it is, Archon. Three times I send you out on an assignment to die. Three times you can out of it alive, stronger and more powerful then before."
Using the Dark Side of the Force he finally pushed Archon's sword away, both of them were now open to a quick thrust. "Still, you died in that Temple, becoming a slave to a dead Sith. That is not cheating death, that is enslaving yourself."
He acted quick and thrusted his lightsaber forward; aimed at Archon's chest.
"And the new name is Athanasios, the Anti-Thanatos."
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Maize thought he overheard his Sith name being used. That irritated him, because other than the betting jokes, he'd stayed out of this entire confrontation.
"You rang?" he said dryly, stepping up behind the duelists.
Re: Fragments of Faith - The Sith Civil WarNo time.
His blade swept out and he did the only thing he could. He charged forward. Altering his path, thereby dodging the blow to the heart instead allowing the saber thrust to spear through his shoulder.
Lightsaber burned through cloth, metal skin and flesh as it seared a hole through him. His mind screamed with the pain, he himself bellowed out a great roar of pain. But he did not stop, he would not stop. Not now.
Instead a gauntleted hand surged forward to rip great gashes in Athanasios's bare neck, metal claws that were his gauntlets would become his instruments of dealing death. In the heat of the moment of course he did not even notice the approach of Maize Wayne, nor could he have cared at that time for Lord Thanatos's allegiance in this duel so maddened was he by pain and hate. Edited by: Archon Kaan at: 9/13/07 3:34 pm
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The blade did not stop the enraged Archon and it surprised, while at the same time he had expected it. Archon had always been filled with rage and defiance, right from the moment they had met. He had tried to tame that rage through the same brutal tortures and training methods Lord Automos had used on him, but where Automos had changed Emryc's personality, he had failed to change Archon's. Deep inside, and only for a moment, he wondered where his methods had differed from his old Master.
He had little time to lose and quickly deactived his saber; side-stepping to the left. Archon's gauntlet did not tore gashes in his precious throat, but in his equally precious -but less vital- shoulder. Pain engulfed his body. Wave after wave of pain spread from his arm, slithering down his body through his spine. He felt the pain, but it only annoyed him; increased his rage. Physical pain was nothing compared to the pain he felt in his broken heart. Damned he was if he was going to let this pathetic piece of Sithspit stop him from taking revenge.
The two now stood facing eachother, and Emryc's hazel eyes turned to a bright orange. His blade had already been re-activated and hummed and vibrated softly in his clenched hand. A moment of peace and quiet, the silence before the storm, and only now did he recognize Maize Wayne; the man he hated more then anyone else. "You misheard, Maize. I just dedicated my new name in your honour. A reminder to myself that, wherever you are and wherever you will go, I will be following in your wake."
It was all he had to say to the man who had defeated him at Coruscant. He would be dealt with later in a different place. Now Archon was his target.
Blood, his blood, dripped on his left hand as he raised it. The black fabric which made his tunic was gashed and soaked in blood. He felt the trembling, the unsteadyness in his hand as a result of the wound. He felt it, he saw it, he did not perceive it. Pain like this was temporary, it would heal. And if it wouldn't heal, he would repair it; unlike his broken hand. "Archon. Just die."
In his anger he released a powerful blast through the Force with the intention of slamming Archon against the walls of the chamber, to break his bones and to crush his spine.
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Arrogantly and thoroughly unconcerned with the implied threat, Maize laughed. He shook his head as he took his leave then to continue wandering.
As if he posed any threat at all to me, he thought.
Re: Fragments of Faith - The Sith Civil War"This way."
Lavrae led the clutch of scholars in his wake through the corridors of the Korriban temple to where ships awaited. While some were particular property, there were a clutch of courier ships simply built to Sith specifications: this would be suitable. He gathered his followers into the ship and launched, hoping that the vessel's cloaking system would prove effective. This would be the ultimate test of stealth: to pass Sith scanning.
"Thank you so much!"
"Do not thank me yet - we have not left the system."
The passenger nodded, looking apprehensive as the courier arced upwards towards space. "Forgive me, lord, but where are we going?"
Where indeed? There was only one place that came to Lavrae's mind right at the moment. While it might not be safe, it was the only world he could think of given his own experiences.
Re: Fragments of Faith - The Sith Civil WarCoruscant
All remained quiet as Animus waited for further news. Korriban was a bloodbath, with numerous Sith 'purging' the ranks of those they did not approve of. The other systems remained quiet for the moment, but that was subject to change. Animus examined those planets within the Sith Aristocracy that were close at hand: Byss, Rhen Var, and Ruusan. Many were already the venues of others, or their value was questionable. Ruusan, however, was another matter. While its ore resources were common, the Ruusan crystals were indispensible. The Sith Faction which retained that resource would have a definite edge.
"Contact the Griffin. Inform the commander that he will remain in charge of the Coruscant defenses. He is allotted Venators 1 through 3 to assist, and he is to get in contact with the Leviathan as soon as possible to co-ordinate support as needed.
"Message to the Chimera and Venators 4 and 5: prepare to depart. We are setting a course for Ruusan." The Providence-class Raven led the Star Destroyer and two Venators towards exit vectors. They would have to move quickly to secure the world, keeping communication with Coruscant tight.
Animus sighed: clearly this was going to be one long campaign. He was missing Irridia already.
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