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 Posted: Fri Jan 27, 2012 2:58 pm
Chancellor Palpatine, aka Darth Sidious had more enemies than he realized. Out there in the far reaches of the galaxy, there were other sith lords, existing in the shadows, out of the eyes of the jedi council. Most of them felt that Sidious was a disgrace to the Sith order, and needed to be dealt with. So a plot began to take shape, a plot to supplant the Sith Master, and restore what they thought as honor to their order. But Sidious had an extensive network of spies and informants, nobody said it was going to be easy. Whoever was going to take on the task would have to be skilled warriors, attuned to the darkside of the force. The conspiracy was set, and all that was left is to move the pieces on the board where they needed to be.
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Posted: Fri Jan 27, 2012 3:07 pm
Now before we can begin, we need to set our character profiles. Follow this simple skeleton. But message me all your profiles Empire for those who follow the Dark Side, Republic for those of you who are deluded and follow the Light.
Name:
Sith Title (don't do this if your a Jedi dog):
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Posted: Fri Jan 27, 2012 3:25 pm
Accepted Sith profiles Name: Necros Sith Title: Darth Araxsis Affiliation: CIS (seperatist forces) Style: Attempting to master all lighsaber styles but has a preferance for the Ataru style Weapon of choice: Lightsaber with a black color crystal Personality: Very quiet and introverted constantly thinking of his next move against both the jedi and Darth Sidious. Bio: Born on a planet that has long been forgotten by time. Necros has spent his life on the Sith planet of Korriban. He later turned it into his base of operations where he trains potential Sith warriors and young Jedi padawans that he has lured away from the temple. His face is covered by both a mask and a hood so nobody knows what he looks like. Pic: ![User Image]() Leon_Walter_DeltovaName: Braxis Sith Title: (Darth) High Lord Terest Affiliation:CIS (Separatist Confederacy) Style: Primarily Jar'Kai, though manipulates four other blades with the Force. Also has a strong presence with Force fighting (Force Lightning, Choke, Push, Pull) Physical Combat is not his strongest suit, but he is fearsome and can hold his own against multiple opponents for long periods of time. Weapon of choice: Custom Forged Dual Lightsabers, One Red Saber Crystal, the other Orange. The other four are of varying colors, such as Green, Blue, Purple, and Yellow. Personality: Distant, cold, and calculating, Lord Terest sits back and watches as his underlings toil and work to achieve schemes that he has conceived and placed into motion. Never stepping forward, if there is no need, Terest will cut down anyone that stands before him and his plans without the slightest trace of remorse. Though blood-shed is a natural part of his life, Terest holds respect for other Sith, making alliances through the shadows and the underbelly of the galaxy. Encoded messages and the like are common trade in his fortress, located in the vicinity of the once magnificent Star Forge. Bio: Born into a semi-notable family, young Braxis was never able to view or even to live in the lap of luxury. Born with an innate understanding of the Force, he was spirited away during the last uprising of the Old Republic. Brought to one of the core worlds, young Braxis was brought early into the initiate stages of a Jedi. He flew through the lessons, beating out his peers with seeming ease and grace, but never becoming complacent or overly confident. Years passed and he continued his studies, until one fateful day when the goodness in his eyes and his soul were banished, to be replaced with a hollow, so filled with darkness and evil that no chance of redemption could be achieved or born. Braxis' entire family was killed before his eyes, as a band of Republic fanatics both raised and then slaughtered his family under the pretenses that his family was a supporter of the separatist functions. They couldn't have been farther from the truth, for his family was deeply involved with the civil crisis of the times and were working to help stop the problems and bring peace. Ironically enough, a young sith happened across the scene and found the then young Braxis. He had overheard Braxis' oaths of revenge on those who had killed his family and brought him before the sith's master. The master was overjoyed at the discovery and quickly brought the boy into full with the dark side, his abilities allowing him to grasp ideas that acolytes could hardly fathom. Within three years, two months after Braxis' 22 birthday, he had passes his founder's rank, killing him as a final placement into his new title of Sith Knight. With sabers in hand, the once Jedi turned Sith marched on the capital building of the city where he had once lived and slaughtered each and every single person inside, carving them to pieces with the four Force controlled blades and his own two in his hands. Delighted at the slaughter, Braxis' master lavishly rewarded his new Knight with yet another title, that of Marauder, and granted him his Sith name. So was born the Sith Terest, a beacon of death and of disorder. It was not even seven years later that Terest's lord became laconic and dropped his guard. Seizing the opportunity, Terest slew his master and claimed the title of Sith Lord for his own. Taking over the fortress on Abo, Terest's interests immediately went to the orbital space heep, the once famed Star Forge. Taking a legion of troops there, Terest soon had the once mighty forges rekindled and the machinery there working on a new generation of message carrying ships, all the while out of the sight of any other Sith or Jedi. Creating a kind of shielding which renders the ability to sense with the Force nearly useless, Terest is now biding his time until another rising of the Sith appears, then he will begin his grand plans of creating a fleet the galaxy has yet too see, so massive that all the rest shall pale in comparison. Pic: http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g194/Croft00/SithLord.jpg Name: Wayanna Tsu
Sith Title: N/A
Affiliation: CIS
Style: Juyo
Weapon of choice: Duel lightsabers, nine inches in length with deep velvet crystals. Wayanna relies heavily on her own body and contortion skills to take down her enemies. She prefers not to use force powers because it takes away from her agility and speed and cannot yet entirely use them.
Personality: Though her first lessons in life were mostly hardships and betrayals, she is very loyal to the Dark Side and is perfectly content with remaining a servant. Due to the nature of her training, Wayanna's need to please her superiors makes her a powerful driving force in the morale of any troop she may be amongst. She does not voice her opinions openly, chit chat and chatter are just a bunch of chaff to be thinned from the hops. A real follower of the Sith lets their actions speak for themselves and Wayanna is not one who accepts failure. As long as she is continually chosen to carry out tasks to further the true Sith enterprise, she stands loyal, unyielding and unwavering.
Bio: Wayanna, an Echani, was not lucky enough to be born on one of the female dominated planets ruled over by the Six Sisters. Instead, she was the fifth and only female child of a high ranking Thyrsian military general. After their succession from the matriarchal society they were derived from, being female on a male dominated planet was less than desirable. Though the influence of the Sun Guards on the rest of the planets in their system was dropped down to a bare minimal, their ideals and morals remained intact. Training was grueling to the point of almost torturous and her father would push her to the point of bodily comas in which she would be unable to move for days on end. The Tsu family has a long history of darkside followers.. Her father was also a betrayer of said powers, a defiance born only of his arrogance and self proclaimed immortality. His task was to send supplies to a remote location where the Senator’s spies were monitoring rebel activity. However, he failed to send the munitions after receiving payment and thus became a primary target for expulsion.
Late one evening an assassin came to their home, thwarted only by Wayanna herself who heard the intruder enter and met him in the hallway just inside her door frame. Her father woke instantly and with gun in hand aimed his shot at the assassin hitting him only in the shoulder. It was now or never and if the Echani wanted any taste of freedom, it wasn't going to be in this house under the rule of the tyrant she had to call her father. She stabbed him through the neck and watched him bleed out until he fell completely still. It was the most invigorating feeling she had ever felt in her life. Her brothers were cut down by the assassin moments after entering the hall, leaving Wayanna the only living member of the Tsu family. The assassin, masked and covered from head to toe, nodded at the girl and set to work retrieving his supplies. Unbeknownst to him that Wayanna had stolen on board his aircraft, hell-bent on becoming a student or a protégé.
Bet’Sebine was outraged to find Wayanna, nearly killed her in a duel. She was well versed in discipline but lacked the true force. He left her to die on their battle field and returned to his men with their supplies. However, weeks later Wayanna had found her way to them and caught Bet’Sebine off guard, giving him only two options; train her or die. They spent seven years training, it was grueling just as it had been when her father was training her but this time she felt it for a purpose. Her master told her that to become one with the dark side, she would have to best him and end his life. However, Wayanna would never see that day.
Shortly after Bet’Sebine’s last transmission about confirmed rebel activity, Imperial Storm Troopers invaded Hyrol Preen Beta and annihilated everything in sight, including Bet’Sebine’s team. Both him and Wayanna fought their way to their escape shuttle only for her Master to be gunned down. Wayanna took off using her Master’s final coordinates, feeling nothing but rage and contempt in her heart. She discovered that the one responsible was Bet’Sebine’s murder was the chancellor, who wanted no evidence of them being there so that it could be traced back to him. Wayanna could no longer full fill her desire to be one with the dark side in that her master had been slaughtered before she herself could do it. The only other option was to take the chancellor’s head and then, only then could she complete her mission. But to do that, she needed to further her training. And what better way to best the supposed Lord of the Sith than to use his weapons against him? Korriban had all the answers she sought.
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Posted: Sun Jan 29, 2012 1:22 pm
Name: Marcelle Trenox Sith Title (don't do this if your a Jedi dog): Darth Nexus Affiliation: CIS (separatist alliance) Style: Makashi, jarkai substyle Weapon of choice: Makashi dueling sabers, both red. Personality: Under normal circumstances, he carries himself in a stoic and formal manner. Showing respect to anyone who he deems worthy of it. But like any Sith, he is prone to fits of anger and aggression. He has a mind for battle tactics and strategy and is one of the top tacticians in the CIS because of it. He is very in tune with the darkside of the force, being able to use some of the more powerful arts but his true skill lies with his lightsabers, he is considered the leading authority of the Makashi style. In battle he always leads his forces personally, not liking to stay in the comfort of a base to let others do his work for him. He holds the Jedi in great contempt but shows great respect for his fellow Sith, unless they give him a reason to do otherwise. Bio: Marcelle was born on the planet Naboo and was discovered qquickly by the Jedi order for having an affinity for the force. At the appropriate age he was taken to Coruscant to be trained. He showed remarkable talent with lightsabers, easily being able to use two to great affect. However his ability to use the force seemed hindered to the Jedi somehow, like something was stifling it. Then one day when he was 16 decided to visit his home village on Naboo, it was attacked by Mandalorian raiders, he was the sole survivor. His family, his fiancee and his friends were all slaughtered. When he went to the Jedi for help, they did nothing for him and urged him to let it go. This drove Marcelle to the Darkside, so he could get revenge on the Mandalorians as well as the jedi for their impertinence. He was soon approached by Darth Caius and taken to the Sith world of Korriban where he studied and trained for 9 years. Then his true affinity for the force was finally unlocked through the darkside. He was given the Sith title Nexus and then slew his master to become a Sith Lord. He then joined the Separatists in an effort to get closer to the Mandalorians as well as Darth Sidious, quickly being made a general, he now has command of a fleet as well as a droid army, the only forces he likes to use, other than the allies he found and earned on Geonosis (the Geonosians). By competing in their sacred arena and helping fend off Republic invasions on two separate occassions. He is one of the few non-geonosians to meet their queen. Pic: 
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Posted: Sun Jan 29, 2012 3:36 pm
A hiss of steam mouthed from a nearby vent as a shadowy figure toiled over a workbench. Parts and pieces lay in a particular pattern on the metal surface of the bench, each having a home in the device that was being constructed. A hilt, a focusing ring, a crystal mount, crystal, focus crystal, all parts of a trademark lightsaber, all being handled with extreme care, but of nearly timeless precision.
The sound of tinkering was in the air, grunts, calls, and other noises echoing in the vast space of the derelict space hulk. Just one of the many maintenance chambers, the dark space was lit in some areas by sparse light, and others by massive plumes of molten metal. Sparks and glints shot out in different directions as huge foundries poured the contents of massive loaders into molten mixtures, the sound of grinding and of churning never far behind.
It was this shadowy figure that the scene seemed to center around, a powerful aura around him caused the air to, what looked like, shimmer, to distort and bend, and the overpowering sense of malevolence coming off of him in waves. The figure, however, was completely focused on the material before him, his gauntlet clad hands moving with practiced skill to reconstruct the saber before him.
The sound of foot falls on metal began to come into focus as a lightly armored dark guard approached the figure. As soon as he came within ten paces of the hooded dark figure, he stopped and knelt, hanging his head in a powerful sign of respect.
"High Lord Terest, I have come with a transmission. I was ordered by the bounty hunter Mal'Ket to relay this missive to you." The guard said.
Without missing a beat, the hooded figure, now identified as High Lord Terest, picked up his newly reconstructed lightsaber and flipped it on. The sound of the extending blade was like that of death itself, and the blood-red plasma illuminated the face of the Dark High Lord. A mask, black and silver, with two red piercing lenses over his eyes was like looking into the eyes of hell itself.
"Then, play the message, least your service to me will end with your head lying on the floor and your corpse fed to the furnaces." Terest said, his voice a haunting soft.
The guard was trembling as he reached into a belt container and produced a holocron. An image appeared above the display crystal and a person appeared. Mal'Ket, a Nikto bounty hunter, appeared in the image.
(Translated)
"Greeting's, High Lord. Regarding our last communication, I have contacted Lord Araxsis and scheduled a telecom up-link, shielded, of course, to take place tomorrow at your leisure. And, I also wish to convey my deepest thanks for the tip on that bounty. His demise was quite delightful." Mal'Ket said, his voice nothing more then a disgusting cascade of noise.
In his mind, Terest was disgusted at the need to use such a horrendous creature to smuggle holocrons through the galaxy, but then again, there wasn't much need for him to reveal himself or those directly connect to him.
"Very well. You are dismissed, worm. Return to your duties before I take leave of my good will." Terest said, turning, his long black cloak swirling as he walked away.
The guard nearly touched the floor with his head as he bowed low to his lord. As soon as he was done genuflecting, he turned and scampered away, thankful that he was able to live another day. Terest couldn't care in the least what befell the man, his mind instead on the upcoming communication with his potential ally.
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Posted: Mon Jan 30, 2012 9:35 am
Korriban, a barren wasteland of a planet, hardly any life at all except for one settlement. The Dreshde settlement forgotten by time long ago and with it the Sith Accademy. That all changed when one extremely powerful Sith Lord arrived at the birthplace of many great Sith Lords that came before him and rebuilt the Dreshde settlement and the Sith Accademy with it. This Sith was known as Araxis.
Much time had passed since the Sith order was reestablished, yet Araxsis had not payed attention to the passage of time. He was more concerned with the eradication of the Jedi order, and with the war going on now would be his perfect time to strike. Of course he needed more forces than the Sith in his Accademy and the few thousand bounty hunters. It was the reason why he had contacted a very old friend. 'High Lord' Terest.
The Sith's first move would be to capture and enslave the Twi'lek home planet of Riloth. His plan was to insert Twi'lek bounty hunters into guard positions at the light bridge at the capital city, and at the air force base. Those forces would then destroy the air base and the light bridge. Making descent by airship the only way in or out. He would personally see to the battle once his forces had invaded and make his way to the High Council. They would either bow to him, or they would meet his blade.
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Posted: Mon Jan 30, 2012 10:48 am
The time from which the holocron containing the missive had passed, and Terest walked from his quarters to his viewing chamber. Sitting at different seats as he arrived were members of his enclave, members of various organizations of which he owned and worked with. A Mandalorian general sat at the table, working on the edge of his blade with his thumb. A personal emissary of the Mandalor himself, the general had hired out a large regiment of guardsmen and warriors from various tribes to Terest.
A Vor also sat there, clicking its talons together as it waited for the meeting to start. An odd race, Terest mentally noted. They were sentient beings, of the family of reptilian birds, but had lost their ability to fly millennial before their race had stepped out of the bounds of their planet and into the stars. A Twi'lek named Ha'shin garbed in the traditional robes of a shadow insurgent, stood and bowed to Terest. With a nod, Terest dismissed him and continued onto his throne.
There were various other races sitting at attention at his council table, all focused on the central view crystal which depicted a stellar map of the galaxy. As Terest sat down, however, he waved his hand and the image changed, the view roiling and reshaping into that of an inner sanctuary.
"It is time, my friend, to commence with the negotiations, and to make our allies know to one another." Terest said as an image appeared in the image. "I am here to offer the resources at my disposal to your plans, provided you hold your end of the bargain. But, you need to make your intentions known to before an accordance can be reached."
It was a well know fact within the followers of the High Lord that he was un-trusting of anyone. Without the proper rites to be followed to swear loyalty and signing away their souls to him, in all rights, Terest would kill those before him indiscriminately. He had no use for those who were not truthful with him. Granted he could take the answers he was seeking from the very thoughts of a person, up to an excluding some Sith Lords and Jedi, it was easier if they themselves knew that they were divulging information vital to what Terest was searching for before he did away with them in the various methods he had.
Now, the same fate stood before his long time friend, and trusted advisor, but also sworn rival and foe. His decision on the matter of giving information would decide the course of both of their schemes, and determine the success of the operations.
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Posted: Wed Feb 01, 2012 2:40 pm
"Begin." He said in what could be described as a cross between normal speech and a whisper.
The hologram projector came to life to reveal the flickering images of several people. A Mandelorian, a Twilek shadow insurgent, and a Vor and odd race he had to admit, but he had seen odder species. He was done making inspections of the other's on the other side of the projection and his eyes centered on the person in the center of the room. Beneath the Sith armor he wore, Arax's eyes narrowed, It was natural for Sith not to trust each other though.
He spoke again in his mixed tone. "No doubt you know of my plans to take the Twi'lek home planet." He said in his usual calm tone. "This will happen by taking the Captial City. Insurgents will be planted in two areas. The light bridge that connects the city from the rest of the planet, and the space port. Now the bridge has to be destroyed preventing ground troops from entering or exiting, however the space port will still be left standing but only our forces will be able to land and take off. Once this is accomplished, I will personally see to the inevitable subjugation or extermination of the Twi'lek high council."
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Posted: Wed Feb 01, 2012 4:35 pm
The idea was interesting enough, but there were several things missing from the overall planning that Terest saw before farther explanation was needed. The idea itself was sound, no doubt about that, but the fact that his friend was overlooking the presence of the Jedi on the planet was questionable.
"You seem to have quite the idea there, my old friend." Terest said, his hands coming together, the points of his fingers touching each other. "But I must warn you as to you overlooked something. Though it is not known to me if your information network is as wide and informed as my own, but I know that there is a mongrel of a Jedi sitting in the capital city. Jedi Master Voolvif Monn, a Shistavanen, is currently acting as the lesion for the Jedi Council. Pathetic worms cannot themselves govern, so they send the lapdogs of the Central Council to manage their interests." Terest said, a sneer in his voice.
With a wave of his hand, the shadow insurgent stepped forward and made himself more visible.
"This is Shim Krolent, master spy and insurgent. I am sending him to lead a civil uprising within the walls of the capital city. He, and along with the men from General Grosha," Terest said, indicating the Mandolorian at his right. "The will sew the seeds of discord within the populace of the city. Once an uprising of the people has begun, the Jedi scum will have to leave his post to make an appearance to quell the fears and frustrations of the people. It is then that my Bounty Hunters will move in. They will capture the Jedi before he gets to the appointed meeting coordinates. Then, he will be moved, while sedated, to a location where you may do what you will with him."
Terest had an innate ability to predict a plan that would work, more or less, correctly with minimal amounts of losses. With this, even though his comrade would reap most of the benefits, he would, in addition to taking over a world from the hands of the Jedi, be receiving medical data on the Jedi. The Shistavanen race was nearly purged from existance in the long years before the Old Republic fell. A race of what was once power had fallen to others of less import. Now, with the ability to receive up to date medical information, one of Terest's plans would be moving forward.
"I will supply you with the necessary tools and implements, but I must advise against going there yourself. Should the plan to capture the Jedi fail, we must remain hidden. None of the men going planet side should be carrying anything that could give away our identities, and we must remain vigilant to the scrying attempts made by the Jedi scum. The people, unfortunately, will be returned to their normal lives, but the discontent will remain in the hearts of those who see the dark side of the force and wish to utilize it. If we do not take it the first time, there is no rush to take it at a different one. We can keep spreading the ways of the Dark Side to those who live there, and before long, we will control the planet without having to squander resources to attain it. So, my friend, what do you think of this offer?" Terest said, settling into his throne.
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2012 3:13 pm
A separatist fleet was in mid-hyperspace en route to the planet Geonosis. The fleet numbered five total, the flagship and four destroyer vessels. The array matched that of the smaller but elite format, designed to move quickly and deliver troops wherever necessary, as well as to assist in space battles.
The flagship, The Progenitus, was dead silent, only one living soul aboard it. The rest of the inhabitants consisted of droids, specifically battle droids. The clicking and clacking noises echoed throughout the halls as they moved about in their fixed motions. Off towards the command bridge, the one living soul was in the middle of "meditation." The soft whirring of lightsabers was only matched by the recurrent flash of red. From time to time the severed remnants of training dummies and droids programmed to mirror the combat prowess of Jedi knights would hit the floor. The figure moved around the room silently and fluidly, almost like it was dancing. It was unidentifiable, his identity being concealed by a long black cloak and hood. When the last one fell to the floor, the lightsabers retracted with a loud hissing noise. The hood lowered to reveal long white hair, and he exhaled. Out of nowhere a door slid open and a battle droid stepped in.
A bolt of lightning hit the wall just to the left of the droid.
"Why are you interrupting me?" His commanding voice asked.
"General, we are about to come out of hyperspace. Word has reached us of the Republic force on Geonosis, it is slightly larger than anticipated."
"Very well then, now return to your post before I take you offline myself."
"Roger roger."
The General was Sith lord Darth Nexus, a prominent figure in the Separatist Alliance. He had amassed a reputation as their premiere tactician by capturing the planet Chrystophsis from the Republic, as well as defending the droid foundries on Geonosis and Mygeeto. His mind couldn't help but drift towards Korriban, he was delighted to hear of its resurgence. It was his goal to amass enough of a droid army to restore the Sith Empire to its former glory, and in order to do that he needed to get rid of the Jedi, as well as the one Sith who stood in the way, Darth Sidious. He knew there were other Sith out there who shared his goal, but he just needed to find them. He then thought back to Korriban.
"I'll put an end to this Republic army quickly, there are more important matters I need to attend to. Its time I return to Korriban." he thought to himself.
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Posted: Wed Feb 29, 2012 11:24 am
A small smile formed over the Sith Lord's face when Terest acknowledged his plans. Of course he understood the Sith's plans for this invasion. Fool the Jedi into thinking that a rebellion had stirred. He nodded twice in approval, his smile behind his mask widening slightly.
"As always you never fail to impress. But there is one thing I believe we have both overlooked ... What happens if and when the Jedi send reinforcements?" As he spoke he waved someone forward. Another Twi'lek who was clad in a black hood like his master, but had markings burned into the skin where it could be seen. "Allow me to introduce my student. This is Xua, and he has a surprising amount of connection with the Dark Side. So much that he is able to mask his connection to the Force. He will accompany your Shadow Insugent and fight along side your warriors." He explained in his usual tone.
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2012 8:21 am
Terest chuckled as the question of concern came up.
" The Jedi will never know that we were there. I have measures up to disallow the communications between the fleets of the Republic, all that is needed is to activate them." He said, raising his hand slightly and beckoning an attendant forward.
The man that Terest called forward was nothing more then a normal guard, his attire fitting the bill for the rest of Terest's armored guard. The difference of this one, however, was that he carried a device in his clad hands, a small remote, hardly larger then a holocron crystal. The guard moved to his lord's side and offered him the device, kneeling and bowing his head as he approached. Terest took the device and turned back to the projected image, the guard quickly moving from his kneeling position to the place where he had been before.
"This device will solve the problem of calling additional Jedi to the planet. Through this, I will activate my stealth satellites that encircle the planet. They will intercept the distress calls and replace them with normal sub-space chatter, incoming and out going signals and the like. Do not fear about the interior of the administration of the planet, for I already have agents on the inside. Once the call goes out, I will activate them and will mask your activities while our plan is implemented." Terest said, resting his chin on his hand. "All that is needed is to send your agents to begin the uprising, and I will play my own part in this."
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2012 3:39 pm
"To keep ourselves concealed until the time is right..." Araxis pondered aloud. "Once again I am impressed Lord Terest." The Sith Lord turned his head to the left and nodded once. A hollow panel rose next to the one showing Terest's council. Only this one showed the planet of Geonosis. Small blips of light appeared on the planet where battles were taking place. His head turned back to Terest's council, and so did his attention. "Are you aware of the situation happening on-" He was cut off by the door to his briefing room opening and someone rushing in. "Milord we have just recieved word from Lord M~ Hwack!" The young nameless person never finished his last words as Araxis raised a hand snapping his neck with The Force. His hand lowered and went behind his back, as his head turned to Xua. "Get that scum out of here." He demanded to the young Sith who nodded and proceeded to desintegrate the dead body with a blast of Force Lightning. "Hm ... Very innovative young one." "Now where was I?" Araxis inquired as he turned his attention back to Terest. "Yes now I remember... Are you aware of the situation that is unfolding on Geonosis?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2012 10:32 pm
"Yes. I am well aware of the incident on Geonosis. Let the Jedi play in the sand and strike claims of 'Emancipation' from the Separatists." Terest said, with a wave of his hand.
"I am not concerned with the focuses of the Jedi. So long as they leave the Sith Ruins there undiscovered and undisturbed, I have nothing to add to the fight. Instead, I am furthering our my own goals. Soon, I, and through me, we, will no longer need to call ourselves allies of the Separatists. Then, we will have our chance to strike at the core of this galaxy." Terest continued, knitting his gauntlet-ed fingers together.
The door of the audience chamber opened with a hiss and a guard strolled in, trying for the life of him not to disturb his master. Unfortunately for him, however, Terest sensed his presence and was already looking in his direction. To say nothing else, the guard held his composure long enough to reach his masters chair and grovel at the base of it.
"Speak." Terest said, a hint of a smirk in his voice.
"M..m.. m'lord." The man stammered, " There is a matter of importance that requires your immediate attention."
Terest nodded his head and returned his attention to his comrade.
"We shall have to speak further on this matter at a later point, my friend. Perhaps within the week we shall commune in person." Terest said with a slight nod of his head. " I will send the usual means of communique to you within the next few days. It will give you the date of my arrival on Korriban. I believe that my arrival, however, should be kept under the strictest of secrets. One can never be to careful now, can they?" He said with a slight malevolent chuckle.
Whether Braxis commented or not, Terest stood and the view screen returned to that of the sector map it had been on, small images moving about as indicators of vessels owned by Terest.
"Lead me to this... so called matter, worm." He said, towering over the groveling figure.
The man stood into a half stance, still bowing to his lord, as he turned and moved out of the door. The guard brought Highlord Terest to a viewing platform overlooking one of the massive airlocks that stood ready to receive ships. Sitting at one of the landing platforms was a ship, unmarked, and built in haste, but worthy enough to jump to light speed. Standing around at the base of the ship, near the boarding ramp, stood a mixed group of differing races. A Gamorrean warrior, a Twi'lek smuggler, several humans, a cyborg, and, surprisingly enough, a Shistavanen, all stood about, surrounded by the guards of Terest.
One of the group obviously knew Terest, for he started to hail him. Taking this in interest, Terest began to move down to the level of the landing platform. As he moved closer, Terest saw that it was the Twi'lek who was beckoning to him.
"Ahh, My Lord Terest." Said the Twi'lek, bowing deeply to him. With him, the rest of his group bowed as well, all except for the Shistavanen. "At last we finally have a chance to meet, face to face. My name is Yalan, and I am a priviteer of fortune. We stumbled across one of your markings and decided to come and offer our services." The Twi'lek, identified as Yalan, said.
How interesting, Terest thought.
"Tell me, Twi'lek," Terest began, overlooking the name given, for it didn't matter what he called himself," Tell me where you found my marking. I am interested to know." He finished, his hands remaining at his sides.
The Twi'lek grinned wide and nodded his head in affirmation of the request.
"Why, we found this here marking on a derelict space hulk near Mygeeto." He said, turning to his companions, who nodded and grinned as well.
"Interesting. Your story is very interesting, because I did not send out any kind of message that would indicate my existence. And, from your thought pattern, I can see that you've commandeered a missive I had sent out and followed it back to this place. Therefore, you and your companions are forfeit." Terest said, the sound of four light-sabers activating after he had finished speaking.
Out of no where, four red, orange and yellow light-sabers flew and began to cut down the group before him. The look of pain and of death pleased Terest as the blade of the light-saber buried itself up to the hilt in the Twi'lek's chest, before pulling itself out. deactivating, and vanishing beneath the folds of Terest's robes. The only member of the group that had survived was the Shistavanen, whom was holding the stump of his leg, which had been severed in the split second melee.
"Take this one to the science chambers for study and research. Wipe his memory and reprogram him as a loyal servant. Upload the data to my personal archive." Terest informed his guards, a sense of pleasure and intrigue coming from this little endeavor.
Before he left, however, Terest stopped and looked at the ship and the bodies that sat before him. Taking and outstretching his hand towards the ship, Highlord Terest crushed it with barely a thought, using his mastery of the force to obliterate the ship in its present form. The bodies he threw into a foundry, each sizzling in the intense heat as the moisture in the bodies exploded from the corpses. In nearly an instant, the bodies had vanished and the ship sat in a little ball of crushed metal and parts. Placing the spherical ball of metal into one of the refuse piles destined to be broken down and reused, Terest smiled inwardly. Soon, his name would be known in the galaxy, and all who heard it would tremble in fear of his emergence, and the return of the Sith Empire.
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2012 1:06 pm
As quickly as he could, Darth Nexus moved his small fleet into position in orbit over Geonosis, he came because he had a personal stake in this conflict. He had a lasting alliance with the Geonosians. He proved himself worthy of their allegiance by fighting in their ceremonial arena and was one of the few non-geonosians to hold counsel with their queen. He promised to help destroy any foe who would beset them and in return they made him the superior battle droids that make up his army, particularly the commando droids that made up his personal squad. They were expensive to manufacture but they were far superior to your average battle droid and could step toe to toe with clone troopers. He came as soon as he hears that the Republic was mounting an attack.
"Damn them, how many times do I have to thwart the Reoublic before they give up?" he thought to himself.
In his true fashion, he was able to flank the main body of the republic fleet and take them by surprise. With a word his ships open fired and after an swift battle the republic fleet was forced to retreat, now he just had to deal with any troops that had managed to land on the surface. Nexus took his personal squad of commando droids and a large force of super battle droids, they were the bulk of his army, he only used the highest quality droids and refused to settle for lesser more inferior models.
His forces touched down a few cliques away from the droid foundries, it didn't take a tactician like him to figure out what their target would be. After rendezvouing with the Geonisian warriors, he had more than enough troops to execute his plan, he would let the clone troopers advance slightly, then he would take their forces head on with only his commando droids, giving off the illusion of minimal opposition. Once they took the bait and the skirmish began, he would deploy his remaining droids and Geonosian warriors to bombard their lines, one of Nexus' favored tactics, and the clone troopers walked right into it.
Once again, the Sith Lord Darth Nexus had defended Geonosis and handed the Republic another embarassing defeat, he hopeds that they would finally wise up and abandon their plans of taking the planet.
"One of these days I should attack Kamino and give them the headache for once." he thought to himself as he was taken back to his flagship.
But that still left the other matter at hand, finding a way to meet up with the other Sith, he couldn't carry out this monumental task on his own, and it angered him that he had to admit that. so he decided to try an old trick used by force users to talk to each other, he filled his mind and soul with negativity and anger to tap into the darkside.
"Who among you would seek the restore the mighty Sith?" he sent his thought out, hoping other sith would hear him.
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