Re: Fragments of Faith - The Sith Civil War
Daritha stood on the ground near the shuttles, as far as he knew Sophie had left and a few sith had entered shuttles. He could hear the chaos growing in and around the temple. I suppose I was the first to start all the noise by destroying my tower. Oh well, I suppose it is time to leave. All the people that will leave have left already. Time to go to Onderon.
Slowly he walked up the ramp of the shuttle and once looked back. It seemed that he was being forced off Korriban yet again. This time I don't intend to come back unless called. Darkside, please grant me that. Yes, he truly did have no desire to return, everything he had ever created or thought up was being removed from the planet. Onderon was a nearly untouched planet of the Sith, it would become his breeding ground. It would become his home of choice.
As his shuttle went up to the Anarchy, which had survived only because of the Osiris's jump to hyperspace, Lucky little devils, they should be destroyed by now., a hail came from in. "Some of the ships around the planet have left. Heading for Ruusan judging from the trajectories." Interesting, looks like another group is fleeing to their own lair of choice.
Daritha chose to not reply, there was no point. Let them go, soon enough we will be heading to Onderon. And not long after that a few loyal vessels will begin to join us there. Cannot have a planet completely undefended.
Once the shuttle had landed he gave orders to the Sith that had come with him. They were simple, follow a guide to the center of the ship where a temporary acadamy is housed. It was a simple region that was off limits to the rest of the crew. It was primarily bedrooms with a large training room in the center that could replicate certain enviroments. He was sure that they would be fine there. Once he got to Onderon they would be sent to Byss, but they did not know that yet.
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Shakti paused in her rapid, stalking pace toward the archives when she felt the death of one of their scholars ripple through the Force. A flare of rage flickered across the edges of her mind and her signature in the Force as she turned to see who'd been to blame. After all, they'd likely be after her next. That combined with the poor scholar's death would have been more than enough justification to lash out.
Adrasteia, though... she was a different matter. She was Kassandra's friend, and that gave Shakti the vital moment to pause that she needed to keep her control. Kassandra's friend. She didn't trust Darth Adrasteia enough to feel betrayed that she'd struck out against one of the people Shakti tended to value, but it still stung, and that annoyance was only tempered by Adrasteia's words.
"Some things are too valuable to be sacrificed," she'd said. Shakti pulled her rage back down inside her, saving this annoyance along with so much else for later. If this conflict had not begun here, if these marauding iconoclasts had not been allowed to lash out at their own history, the man wouldn't have been in the path of destruction.
One life, she thought. He died like I probably will.
She turned away from Adrasteia, and that in itself was a small gesture of trust. Shakti needed every ally she was going to get if she wanted to escape this alive and despite the twisting and screaming at the edges of her mind Shakti did still want very much to live. After all, if she died... that meant the lifeblood of the Sith would run only in the veins of savages and barbarians.
Shakti didn't much care what the Sith tried to accomplish with their power. The plans of the order at large seldom interfered with her. This, though. This touched on her values, her aspirations for the Sith. All she wanted was their history, to understand their identity. She didn't ask much of them, and they couldn't even give her that.
She turned a corner and found that the crowds were beginning to thin. Like rats from a sinking ship the scholars and archivists were fleeing their stations, many with shoulderbags and armloads full of books, scrolls, datacards. Shakti was grateful for that. On her own she'd never have been able to preserve it all herself. This way it would be scattered to the winds, but that was better than seeing it all destroyed.
Coming down another hallway into the intersection Shakti'd found was another Sith. He wore practical black robes, and one side of his face was covered in the angular Sith tattoos that were the marker of his devotion. His face was expressionless except for a tight grimace on his lips as he threw himself into the slaughter. Many of these scholars were barely armed, and barely trained in the arms they carried. Easy prey. He raised his lightsaber and one of the fleeing archivists bent down over his books as he tried to hurry away from the glowing red blade that would mean his death, the destruction of his legacy, and the destruction of the legacy of his order.
The blade came down hard and came to a sudden jolting stop against the fierce blazing yellow of Shakti's lightsaber. "He knows more about what it means to be a Sith than you ever could," Shakti taunted as an exultant grin spread across her features. She had to stop herself from laughing. Finally! Blood to shed. Someone to kill. Someone who deserved it.
He hissed through his teeth and bore down on Shakti's saber as the archivist fled down another hallway. Shakti forgot about him immediately, but she would later sincerely hope he'd managed to escape. Maybe someday she'd find out.
Her enemy's greater strength quickly overwhelmed her and she was forced back. A pace or two of space between them gave her room to appraise her opponent. Bigger than she was, so that meant stronger. Maybe faster. Bad to get into melee. Sith tattoos and facial piercings meant that he wasn't one to fear disfigurement. He wouldn't stop no matter what she did or what she cut off. Not until she was dead.
Her grin widened and her enemy blinked in momentary surprise to hear a girlish giggle escape her, one of those purely feminine sounds of delight. Shakti took a few steps back and, tempted by her retreat, the man advanced only to see a streak of white blurring over into his path. Distracted by the flicking motion of Shakti's hand, he didn't know what it was until his foot came crashing down into a priceless porcelain vase Shakti had yanked from its table.
It was meant only to annoy him, and it did. He fumbled a little to regain his balance after his foot went crashing through the ancient and brittle material. Shakti laughed at her little prank as he advanced again, ready to avenge his momentary humiliation. Their blades snapped together a few times, each testing the other's skill. Shakti knew this wasn't her strong point, but that she could count on one thing.
She was smarter than he was. The fact that she had no evidence of this was completely immaterial to her belief. Few people paid as close attention to detail as Shakti did in combat, and it had meant the deaths of more men than Shakti liked to boast of. Thanks to this, when he began to bear down on her again, Shakti chose not to fight harder. She fought smarter and pulled the barbell from the septum between his nostrils. There was a familiar stretching and snapping as Shakti pulled one of her favorite tricks.
The pain didn't stop him, but it startled him. Perhaps he thought that the piercings made him look savage and intimidating. To Shakti they made him a savage covered in targets of opportunity. His labret piercing was next. The strength behind her push faltered as she tore upward, yanking the stud up from the skin above his chin, tearing a short but brutal path up through his lower lip.
She ducked away as he overcame her, but fortunately for Shakti he stumbled forward, distracted by the new direction his mouth was taking. Blood slobbered down from his ruined lower lip and Shakti tossed the fragments of the broken vase up between them, breaking his line of sight to her. He raised an arm to keep the flying porcelain shards out of his face and after another long stride he was back within range of Shakti.
She'd have to stop playing around soon, but it had been important at the time that she show her personal displeasure with him.
His blade swung out and Shakti was driven back on her heels. Powerful swings from an enraged opponent kept her dodging and ducking, doing her best to keep the clear yellow light of her blade between the two of them. There were few enough things she could pick up and hurl at him here. She'd have to start getting creative or his brute strength alone would be enough to give him the advantage.
Edited by: Darth Shakti at: 9/14/07 10:00 pm
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Re: Fragments of Faith - The Sith Civil WarDarth Infamy/64th Thule Armada
~*Quick Stop?*~
" 'Lek. I plan to drop this ship off so a pair of my associates can take it back to where it belongs...right after I pick up -my- ship."
He smiled at the thought of getting to pilot the his ship again. He had only taken it out twice, but ever time he even -sat- in the cockpit he felt that much more free. He found himself looking forward to the Sith's reaction to his particular choice of vessel. The irony of his choice and how he had it modified was rather humorous to the Mando'ad.
True to his word, the D'xun native exited the upper atmosphere of the embattled Sith homeworld and entered hyperspace with co-ordinates he had preset into the navacomputer -long- before he contacted Lady Marrow. He was going to take this trip weather the Sith Lady was smart enough to take his offer of a ride or not.
"So.." Said he, suddenly, as the starfield bleed into the blue vortex of hyperspace. His voice was calm and casual in spite of the rumbling quality it carried due to his thick D'xun accent. He cringed a bit behind his helmet as he felt a slight twist in his gut about then.
"How bad do you think this is going to ge-.."
The Mandalore's words where cut off by a sudden lurching of the shuttle as it was yanked out of hyperspace by a field of well placed gravity mines. Alarms blared as the cockpit was bathed in the red of warning lights. Savin swiftly took hold of the yolk and switched to manual control with practiced precision and the confidence of an experienced pilot. After all the flight time he had been logging in with the Mongoose and all the sim time he was getting in the TIE simulators just for fun, Savin was becoming -quite- the flier.
"We've got a problem. We're caught in a gravity well...Osik." His fingers danced over the complex controls even though his T-shaped visor remained looking forward. "I don't have anyone one scope yet, but you can bet that they'll make their move soon...."
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He caught the blow square in the chest and was thrown off his feet. Thrown back in the air he slammed with a resounding crunch into the hard granite wall. It was a crippling blow. And once again the only thing that saved Archon Kaan from certain death was the heavy armor that he wore.
His form lay still for a moment or two. Then with quivering steps and unsteady gasps of air he clambered to his feet. His sword acted as his rest as he leaned on the black blade, trying hard to keep standing.
"You...you...you weak pathetic fool."
He stumbled forth. A slow steady hum began to accompany his steps. Spark danced off the extremities of his metallic plate armor.
"I am Archon Kaan, last of the line of Kaan. Heir to the Sith Brotherhood."
Heavy steps, eyes flecked with dark spots. Madness echoing off him in waves. Steadily the temperature around him dropped, a clear indication of the shift in the entropy in the environs. His own temperature would be rising, at the same time causing a stark chill to occur about him.
He was drawing in power. Pure dark side power, from the very surface of Korriban.
"I am Darth Ragnos, I have defeated death thrice. I am the master of fates, master of the force...Lord Ragnos, of the Dark Sith Order."
For the first time in the longest time he had used that ancient name. The Mark of Darkness thrummed and writhed beneath his armor.
"I am Marka Ragnos's chosen heir, destined to rule the Sith. Destined to command over the Galaxy. Destined...To bring back the Sith Empire.
I WONT JUST DIE!!!"
And then he did something totally unbecoming of him, he let go of his sword. The blackened blade clattering to the floor. Instead he brought up both hands and pointed the clawed fingers towards his old teacher. Twin searing bolts of lightning streaked out instantaneously. The massive buildup of charge now discharging out in the direction of the very man who had taught him this valued technique.
Yet it was a draining technique. The bolts of lightning would last only a moment or two before dying out. Yet if they would strike true, as he hoped that his opponent's surprise at such a move by Archon would let them strike true. Then they would suffice in bringing an end to this conflict.
Drained and exhausted he fell back, teetering for a moment before finally collapsing. Breath coming in raspy gasps.
"I wont just die....
I wont just die."
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Now that came as a surprise.
And he wasn't a man who was surprised easily.
He had taught Archon the theory behind the technique, just as his Master had taught him, although he had never expected Archon to control the Force adequately to actually use it. The lightning came at him with great speed and, due to his surprise, he did not respond swift enough. Some of it was absorbed by his lightsaber, most of it struck him in the chest; slamming him backwards into a wall on the opposite end of the chamber. He felt how his bones did not like the impact, he smelled the penetrating smell of burned flesh and how his body trembled and shivered.
Still, he was still alive and kicking. The Sith Master stumbled back on his feet, before slumping to the floor once more. He stood up again, walked a few steps towards Archon and slumped to the floor once more. The room was spinning, the other combatants in the room seemed to be everywhere at once, but none paid any heed to him. The spinning slowly stopped and the world stood firm once more. Emryc crawled up to his feet for a third time and remained steady. The heavy armoured chest of Archon Kaan was still going up and down, be it slowly and irregular. For a moment he contemplated decapitating his former Apprentice. An idea he did not went through with, it would be a death not befitting for the Apprentice he had trained well.
"Cheat this."
It was a whisper, still devoid of its usual strength. He extended both his hands towards the sky and tapped in to the Force. It was swirling and moving throughout the room, stimulated by the vast amount of power gathered within the chamber. He caught some aspects of it, twisted and molded it to his will and then a brought a part of the ceiling down upon Archon Kaan.
His will was done, he was finished here. Whatever battles remained on Korriban were not his battles. Emryc stumbled out of the Temple and contacted Mehellan. "Pick me up. My business here is finished."
A small alarm sounded from one of the many terminals in the crew pits. it's soft beeping was followed by a blinking orange light from the button on top of its speaker. A half sith/human male seated at the station looked at blinking light for a few seconds before pressing the button.
Soon he was able to call up a radar screen on his terminal which replaced the usual tech reports from all over the fleet.
“What do we have here?" he asked himself as he looked at the small blip showing in the light green tint of the holoscreen. It took him only a split second to realize that it was a small shuttle he was looking at.
A sinister smile appeared over his face one reminiscent of some predatory creature on some primitive world in the outer rim.
" Lifting out of his small uncomfortable work chair he waved his hand franticly trying to get the attention of one of the officers. In a moment a medium sized alien female of unknown species wearing the regular fleet officers uniform walked up to him.
The look on her face warned him that wasting her time would be an unwise mistake. " Yes, what is it you want ensign KL'tok." she said with a voice both sounding menacing and bored.
" Lt. Tyh'anee I believe we have our first catch of the day." He said confidently not bothering to show his pride as though he had personally captured the small shuttle instead of the gravity wells.
" The officer leaned over a bit to peer at his console screen and stared at it in silence for a few seconds...Before lifting back to an upright position and turning around in a military fashion on her heel.
“The captain is busy with speaking to lord infamy...so I guess I will have to handle this. Lock a tractor beam on the ship and uncloak once it gets closer and inform the troopers to head into the hanger. If it is a sith on that ship we will show our respect as infamy demanded if not...." She cut herself off and playfully mused with the idea though her face was featureless and she had no visible mouth, the sith hybrid ensign knew that she was smiling.
“I’ll get on it right away sir." he responded offering her a quick salute before hunching down at the keyboards to perform his task.
Outside in the dead of space the small craft found itself being pulled through space to an unseen destination suddenly before the ships pilots eyes a large fleet materialized out of nowhere dozens of strange looking ancient ships with weapons aimed for them ready to fire.
But for now the shuttle was dragged into the open maw of the fleets command ship. After the shuttle was loaded inside the ship quickly vanished as did the phantom fleet waiting to capture more unwary spacers.
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To watch the myriad of battles unfold around him was amazing. So many were taking weapons up to destroy each other. It was sick, twisted, meaningless - Maurow, Monnik and Maleficus had all fled the scene. None were doing anything to be of any use now; it would not do to be stuck here, either. As some impetuous child rushed at the Knight with a crimson-hued lightsaber, Zan realised something.
I can't do this without purging them all. Look at them. They're all going to murder each other. They can't trust each other.
A purge is necessary, if I want to bring the Order to rise again.
The red-wrapped hilt of the mighty Zankantou lashed round, the long, curved blade snapping around to sever the target in two at the waist before he could even get close enough to slash at Zan. This was pointless, utterly pointless...so many people here would likely kill either themselves or someone else in a stupid battle. There was good stock, of course...
...Such as the one that was just about to be smashed by a large pile of falling rocks.
One hand lashed out towards that masonry which threatened to crush Archon Kaan - stopping it dead in its tracks. Now, it would be a simple matter of getting him out and getting somewhere else. And that somewhere else was simple; a place he had been before, somewhere he could call home when he knew where it was by heart. Then, a few steps. A few peals of zealous laughter. And then, Zan Kyoru was gone, leaving but a simple message etched in the minds of everyone still within the chamber:
Come to Ziost, if you wish to see the Order live again, no matter who you are.
The Typhon was ready to go, and that it did, all the way to the hidden planet of Ziost.
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Chateau D'Mors, Ziost
So many memories here.
The parlour was large, with soft beige carpeting. Outside, while a thunderstorm raged and rain pattered down on the castle and the hangar bay adjacent, Zan nursed a small goblet in one hand while he looked at the temporary sleeping arrangements for Archon - a sleep-couch that he and his sword were so unceremoniously laid upon. The zankantou waited in a corner, and the room was only barely lit by candle-light because Zan had not the time to set everything up as he liked, but it would do, for now.
If Lavrae was startled by the sudden appearance of the Sith fleet, his garb faithfully concealed it. This did make one thing clear: Sith cloaking was not effective against Sith scanners.
Bx"ds'bq!
The Sith did not bother to fight the tractor: he recognized the vessel - its technologies would be far too strong. Instead he waited out the beam to bring him on board. Turning to the others, he rose from the pilot's seat. "Stay here."
Moving down to the airlock, he opened the hatch and moved outside. Weapons at the ready, he looked out at those who had captured him and waited for their next move. Ofw'fs Tv'ssfoefs.
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The assembled Sith Troopers stood at attension with a few armored Massassi warriors near the shuttles exit ramp. The silver clad soldiers stood still and firmly at attension waiting for the occupants to deboard.
Normally they would force their way into a captured shuttle and take whoever was on board by force...but something about this shuttle made them think twice about that action. Perhaps it was the fact that the possiblity of a powerful sith lord aboard made them stand their ground.
None the less they remained loyal to their leaders orders and remained guard guns at the ready though at their sides. Suddenly the ramp lowered its hydralics making a slow yet unsettling hiss as from an angered yavin crystal snake.
There was tension in the air though the soldiers didn't show it outwardly their massassi counter parts however sifted a little bit as though eager for something to happen.
Suddenly a figure clad in dark robes decended from the ramp. The main officer in charge Sergeant Greiver noticed the way the person walked...he had seen it before with his master Infamy and he reconoised the air of suppiority the being carried. It was a sith....
Ofw'fs Tv'ssfoefs. "Well? I'm waiting." Said the figure threatingly as if expecting the troopers to open fire at any second.
Staying loyal to infamy's instructiuons he moved forward and drooped his weapon to the floor roughly before bowing down at the dark sider.
" Be'Zog KoPajog' Sexi Dabomajo Kil Do' pel Ka Jeeral" He said in anicent sith
(Greetings dark one on be half of our lord we welcome you)
The other troopers and Massassi followed suit hoping to show the sith that they meant no harm. Once this sith meet their lord they could learn their next move. Unitl then they would make this guest feel honored.
Edited by: Darth Infamy at: 9/17/07 11:35 pm
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Hands thrown into the air, Fenris scattered the flaming wreckage as if he were merely swatting away a fly. The already weakened chairs crashed into the council-room walls, their scorched frames shattered and littering the floor with still-burning splinters. The fragments lay like a wreath of fire, whose unnatural fire blocked the paths of those apprentices who had not yet made their escape from the chamber. Their eyes darted frantically here and there, as they tried to navigate the rampart. One had become hysterical in her desperate bid for escape, though her panicked whine was soon silenced – with an upper ward gesture, Fenris pierced her body with one flaming lance, the fire raging across her flesh as the pike ruptured her innards.
“You are a fool to make an enemy of me, Malice Draclau.”
Drawing one hand backwards, the Sith Master pulled hard upon the strings of the Force. The many dagger-sharp splinters of wood, the remains of Malice's improvised, levitated. His hand clenching into a fist, Fenris punched the air and in the same instant the debris came surging forwards like a swarm of furious insects, scores and scores of tiny lacerating darts.
Eyes snapped open with abrupt suddenness. His breathing shallow and regulated so far rose up to a wheezing cough. half cough half choking, half roaring with anger and pain he shot up bolt upright.
"ARRRRGGGHHHHAAAAAAARRRRR"
For a moment or two he simply sat there, eyes still gleaming with promises of vengeance. Breath coming in short grunts, as it would for a predator who had just lost it's prey. It took him the better part of a minute to realize that his hated enemy, who he had hoped would have died with his last attack was nowhere in sight.
Nor was he on Korriban.
No sounds of battle, no smell of running blood, no screams, no wails, no oppressive heat that was Korriban's trademark. Instead a cool wind seemed to be blowing, the sound of birds chirping could be heard in the distance. And his surroundings differed greatly from the cold environs of the Temple. This was a place of obvious luxury. It was then that he noticed the silent figure that sat a little ways off to the side quietly sipping wine and staring intently in his direction.
"You...I...I know you."
He frowned beneath the mask. The face was familiar, from the Temple...before the assembly had sunk into chaos. The first speaker.
"Sothas...yes. You are Sothas."
He sat silent for a moment, thinking back. It was coming back to hi now, slowly...he remembered the lightning blasting from his fingertips. He remembered the look of shock and surprise on Emryc's face. Gratifying.
But then what had happened, had he lost? Had his teacher and master survived yet again? Yes...yes he remembered now. Emryc's voice, in his head.
"Cheat this."
Yes, he had lost. Once again he had lost, failed to end the life of Emryc Nethalan. His hands clenched into gauntleted fists. Beneath the mask that hid his face, he was seething with anger.
Another time old man, another time.
He looked back up at Sothas.
"I am assuming we are not Korriban. And judging by your comfort I could also assume that we are at some stronghold of yours."
He sighed.
"So that leaves us with only one relevant question now doesnt it Sothas? What...am I doing here?"
Re: Fragments of Faith - The Sith Civil WarHigh Sith ... impressive.
There were, in fact, no less then 10 regional dialects among the ancient Sith. Lavrae's was Southern Korribanish, not one to be appreciated among the nobility. Many of his time described it as a drawl more than a language. Thankfully this was a new age; hopefully they would not know the finer details.
All the same, he spoke Basic in a far more elite manner. Best to keep his best foot forward.
"And where is your lord? Am I to be diverted from my travels only to be detained and kept waiting indefinitely?"
Back on the Osiris Emryc had taken his sweet time to assess the situation. For as much as the contradicting reports could be trusted, it appeared that the Sith were scattering throughout the Galaxy, on their way to do whatever they wanted to do. It was unclear to him where exactly everybody was heading, but he would head to a Sith occupied planet himself: Thyferra. It had important resources, a favourable climate and he was familiar with the planet and the military structures present. Wether or not he was going to wait until the others had killed one another or to get involved, Thyferra would be the ideal place.
"Emryc; you sure that the Sith forces on Thyferra ain't hostile?"
The Sith Lord turned to face his friend and comerade Mehellan and smiled. Truth be told, he did not know which side, if any side, Thyferra was on. Still, he had not picked any side and he wasn't even sure if there were sides at all. "Maybe, maybe not. We'll find out when we get there, I suppose. In any case; I do not think they'll be hostile to us. We'll cross that Hyperspace Lane when we get there, I suppose."
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Malice was neithered shaken nor moved by Vegas actions or words, he stood there motionless and impassive. Only a slight grin on his face gave away any sort of pleasure or acknowledgement he had. As the flaming dart like wreckage came flying at him Malice was ready. Lifting a hand infront of him he called to him the body of the young female Vega had just previously struck down.
Like a shield she hovered before him, her body taking in all the tiny darts that would otherwise have skewered his form. Once the maelstrom had past Malice dropped the body, brandishing his Sith sword, a weapon of power created by and given to him by the late Recon Klain. Looking to Vega Malice pointed the sword in his direction.
*A fool you call us? I tend to disagree. Once you were mighty, countless feared and revered your name. Never should such a sight as this be let happen before one such as you or I. Have you grown weak Vega? Or has your loyalties to the Sith and to the Darkside shifted over the years?*
Malice lunged at Vega without warning, his sword lashing out for his head.
The Raven dropped out of hyperspace over the Sith planet, quickly followed by the Star Destroyer Griffin and their Venator detail. In short order the vessels began taking up orbits that allowed for monitoring of the entire system, while a TIE-shuttle left the lead cruiser to take its passenger to the planet's surface.
Darth Animus preferred TIE vehicles: he liked the Sinear look that extended from the early Eta-2 fighters and Courier ships up through the designs. The shuttle gave the right feel of strength, which this introduction was going to need. As the ship landed and he strode out of the passenger pod, Animus could see a small reception waiting for him.
"Good day, noble lord. I am Doctor Shing Van Schkott: your planetary governor."
Animus allowed the upstart his moment of pride. To be the Planetary Governor of Ruusan was to be a city mayor with a few perks. Everything that happened beyond the planet's sole settlement was out of his authority in a very real way. Were he to express otherwise, Van Schkott would find himself on the short end of a Sith's patience - a poor place to be.
"Thank you, Doctor. There is a dispute among the Council at the moment that is resolving itself. In the meantime, I thought it beneficial if your planet's defenses were re-inforced."
A minor official stepped up. "A dispute among the council? Do not take us for fools! The last time there was a major disagreement among you, Coruscant starved and rioted! These ships aren't here for our protection! Th ...#"
Animus always held a certain regard for constrictors. They were efficient killers, not expending unneeded effort against their prey. Rather than strangling or crushing their victims, they allowed their prey to breathe out but refused the expansion needed to breathe in. It was a low-effort form of suffocation, such as the Governor's official was experiencing at the moment. Unlike choking, his entire body was starved for oxygen all at once - quite a compelling occurrance to watch, really. The panic in his eyes was evident, but his death was completely silent.
Animus then turned to the governor and smiled. "I'm sure you had planned for quiet times ahead, just as they have been for all the time you've been here. Unfortunately for you all, the plan is about to be changed.
"I hope you are adaptable, Doctor Schkott - clearly he wasn't."
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When Archon finally stirred from that restful slumber, tormented clearly by darker daemons than he would have faced after such a strenuous fight against a Master, Zan couldn't help but chuckle. His pale flesh, cast over by the light of dancing flames in the fireplace, shone even more under the moonlight coming in from a high window, giving him the appearence of a raven-haired ghost.
"You are correct, Darth Ragnos. This is Ziost - or, to be precise, Chateau D'Mors, my personal keep since my time in the Regnum. As for what you're doing here..."
From his chair, Zan rose, summoning the mighty blade of the zankantou to his side, held lightly in his right hand while he gripped the red-tasseled hilt of the weapon. He looked out towards the thunderstorm outside, listening intently to the crackling of the fire and the pattering of the rain on so many different surfaces.
"I made a choice, in that room. So many of those people - those who can only pretend to play at being Sith - are in dire need of annihilation. I think it's time to purge the Order of the weakness. It is no wonder we're being dragged down, given all that dead weight attached to us."
His tone was smooth, dark, yet bitter; as if he'd lost something rather personal and coudl not get it back. In a sense, of course, he had; what he had lost was his sense of identity as a Sith. How could he have one if fools defined what a Sith was now?
"I am of the opinion that you are the best one to help me cleanse this Order of its taint. An army can be raised, of course. Whatever it is you require. But, I do not come unprepared...I possess something that almost every single one of those Sith would kill for. I took it from them without them realising a very long time ago, and I personally think it's time it was put to use again. Should you wish to join me, you can partake in the power it holds. But only should you wish to join me shall you be able to find it. So, this begs my own question..."
From the window, the Knight spun on his heel, bringing the blade to rest over his shoulders lightly. The look on his face was rather serious, and yet, he knew this would be one of the most difficult things that Archon would have to choose. Work with a stranger and face the possibility of ultimate power, or leave and take the route alone.
Re: Fragments of Faith - The Sith Civil WarThyferra
The journey to the hot, humid planet of Thyferra had been quiet but busy one. Entire teams had dedicated themselves to compiling comprehensive and near-perfect reports on the current state of the Sith Council. Although they spoke with more elaborate words, the contents were all the same: the Council was quite screwed at the moment, which was perfect. For the Sith Master knew that disarray and chaos would always give birth to opportunities. He only had to wait for them to appear, and seize them.
"Who's the governor of Thyferra?"
A young officer handed him a datapad which contained all the information one could need about the planet, its political system and military installations. It was neat, well composed and comprehensive. The officer had done his job. Apparently, as he read the datapad, Tris Draclau was acting as governor of Thyferra. "I see. Prepare the Nubian Yacht to transport me to Thyferra. I want the Osiris to stay around, but not to be too close. Our acting governor might consider it to be a sign of agression."
His will be done, and exactly one hour later the black and modified H-type Nubian Staryacht left the hangar bays of the Osiris; speeding off towards Thyferra through Hyperspace. It was a short and largely uninteresting travel, and before too long it came to an end; revealing the planet beneath him. Emryc piloted the Nubian through the planet's atmosphere, answering to all protocols and check-lists the planet's Air and Orbital Control Centre asked of him.
The Nubian landed safely and smoothly on a landing pad and when the ramp lowered itself and the doors of the yacht slid open, an entire welcoming commitee was already waiting for the robe-clad Sith Master. "Take me to the governor."
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