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 Posted: Mon Jul 22, 2013 8:49 am
Battered Dynamic-Class Freighter - Hyperspace
Unknown to most, besides those strongly attuned to the Force, is the fact that powerful entities roam the unknown regions, lost like sheep, not knowing their place.
Esuritio had been sent on a mission which nearly cost him his life.
::Failure is not an option, Lord Esuritio. They pose a threat to us. Exterminate them::
Those orders were imprinted into his memory like a brand on the rear of a Bantha.
Esuritio wiped the dirt from his brow and leaned further back into his pilot's seat.
"Well, the mission was successful..." He chuckled.
"But I can't get this vision out of my head... How did I survive such a thing?"
He hissed, the memories of his men disintegrating in front of him as that entity howled.
"No matter. I won and the threat is no more."
The ships console beeped. He was nearly at Coruscant. Nearly home.
"I wonder what things have transpired in my absence? I wonder what fresh meat I have waiting for me. I wonder if my trusted Knights kept them in line. If they didn't... There will be a bloodbath."
The battered freighter dropped out of hyperspace and he began his descent into the gargantuan skyline towards the Sith temple.
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Posted: Tue Jul 23, 2013 8:05 pm
Temple - Wastes of Mandalore
"But if his family was gone...why would he need a safe haven?...was there more to fear when he'd already lost everything?...Did he go after his son? Did he even try to bring him back?
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Posted: Wed Jul 24, 2013 9:39 am
Coruscant - Temple of the Sith - Halls
Esuritio had been gone for too long. He sensed far too many sniveling, weak force signatures in the temple.
"It would appear people assume that just because they have a connection to the force, they can just stroll in here and expect to be trained." He muttered to himself.
He proceeded from the landing pad to the Temple's halls. He only hoped that the Knight's he left in charge while he was away kept the rest of the Acolytes in line.
He proceeded down the hall to his personal quarters. He was filthy from the mission and his clothes and armour were in tatters.
::I'll deal with them afterwards... I have more important things to do here first::
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Posted: Wed Jul 24, 2013 7:06 pm
Temple - Wastes of Mandalore
"He hid like a coward, he didn't even bother trying to find him." The collective said unsinercly.
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Posted: Fri Jul 26, 2013 10:43 pm
Temple - Wastes of Mandalore
" So, this man...this Lockheart..supposedly a Great Jedi watched as his son was maimed, beheaded his own beloved and then let the child be captured by the Sith, ! What kind of man...what Jedi Knight could be so...useless!" Her green eyes flashed with anger "My own parents who were not Force sensitives fought with their last breaths to protect me!...and this man...this great warrior...did nothing! NOTHING!!! He should have tracked the child...Even if he was outnumbered...he should have found him and rescued him from the clutches of those filthy beasts!! He knew the torture they impose on their trainees...he knew what lay ahead for his own flesh and blood...what kind of man was he...hiding here like a sniveling coward! TELL ME! tell me what his reasoning was...tell me what he feared so much to let his own child be taken!!!"
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Posted: Tue Jul 30, 2013 6:57 pm
Temple - Wastes of Mandalore
She slammed her fist on the console Why have you gone silent now..is there nothing you can say in defense of this "Creator"? What possible reason could he have?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 02, 2013 7:41 pm
Temple - Wastes of Mandalore
There was the sound of laughter coming from all directions. It sounded like hundreds of other people laughing in unisin with each other. When the laughing ceased they spoke once again.
"Isn't it obvious?" They asked, "It is because of fear, something that I am sure you know all too well."
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Posted: Sat Aug 03, 2013 9:12 am
Network security jail 2nd cell - Coruscant
Skandar Venkuson awaits the verdict for his transgressions in the Gamgster case. He didn't intend for the undercover senator to die. He was just performing a side job. "Uuhhgg! Why am I never in the right moment at the right time. This is the fourth time this month that o have been arrested." He sighes and says to himself.
(waiting for any interaction here. He just sits in jail until then)
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Posted: Sat Aug 03, 2013 9:42 am
Temple - Wastes of Mandalore
Slamming her fist on the console again "You continue to mock me! I have asked, thrice now - what could a man like Lockheart be SO afraid of! Is this not a Jedi Temple - am I not now Master of this place...or has this all been a ruse and am I now ensconced the the belly of a Sith trap? If you are truly loyal to the forces of light, give me the answers I ask with out the collective mockery! Tell me now or I am gone from this place! Her amber hair fell about her shoulders framing the flushed and angry face with the sparkling emerald eyes...she waited...
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Posted: Sat Aug 03, 2013 4:39 pm
Temple - Wastes of Mandalore
"We have already told you once, but we suppose that we will tell you again. It is out of fear. The fear of death, something nothing live can fully live past."
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Posted: Sat Aug 03, 2013 5:34 pm
Temple - Wastes of Mandalore
Afraid of DEATH?? Elyria laughed harshly, a look of pure disgust evident across her face As warriors we face death at any given time, we constantly live at the precipice of life and death! As you say...he fought in many battles, he murdered his own true love..death was no stranger to this man!...and yet...he could hide like a wounded dog as his son was dragged off...hiding in fear...of death??? He had lost anything that mattered in his world...I would think he would welcome death to free him the pain of his bleak existence! This..Creator..as you call him..he was no man...he was no Jedi... she practically spat the words as she choked on them, bitter as they were the only thing this man seemed to value was his own pitiful hide...I've heard enough! She turned on her heels, barely able to contain the seething rage growing with in her...walking to the door she used the force to open it and left the room. The droid was waiting for her in the hallway.. Master Rodger, you say there is an artifact here that is important to the Jedi..can you lead me to it? I would also like the key to the Temple, I will need to bring scholars here to go over the many data coils in the library...go..lead the way"
The only sound to be heard was the sound of the droids gears as he led the way and the clacking of the young Je'daii Master's heels...the echo of these reverberating through the empty halls.....
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Posted: Sat Aug 03, 2013 9:37 pm
Throne Room - Temple - Coruscant
Master Endar sought the calm within. He had come here knowing it would be a one way trip, but he was at peace with the knowledge that he would die here. Becoming one with the Force was the natural next step in his evolution as a Je'daii.
but not just yet.....
His breathing evened out and time seemed to slow. He could hear the individual heartbeats of the guards surrounding him. He could smell the scents left behind by the air purifiers, a mixture of cleaners and fabrics. He could feel the pressure building up within himself as he nurtured it, caressed it. Taking that pressure and allowing it to expand, growing outside his own body, building in power. Ka'all could feel the Emperor building his own defenses which was to be expected, this attack wasn't meant for him anyways. The massive repulse grew until he could hold it back no more. Releasing his hold, the attack flew out at light speed, incinerating all in it's path....all but one.
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Posted: Wed Aug 07, 2013 11:47 am
Coruscant - Market
The bustle of the market had allowed Zara to weave in and out relatively unseen, her face mostly obscured by a dark hood.
Her eyes, burning with vengeance, focused on the back of the head of the man she had been following for quite some time now. She would follow him for as long as she needed.
Just one act of revenge. That was all she needed. Revenge on the man who had taken away her voice.
Her heart began to pound as she followed him down an alleyway. This was no time for hesitation.
Zara sneaked behind and pinned him up against the wall with the blade at his throat, and he seemed to freeze in place as if in a state of paralysis.
Her eyebrows raised.
How... how did I do that?
But there was no time to think on that. Raising the rusty blade, she plunged it with all of her strength into the man's gut. Again, and again, and again, she continued to stab him long after he was dead, making sure that he was down and he would stay down. There was nothing but pure, unadulterated hatred in her eyes, rage for everything he had taken away from her.
And when she was finished, she felt better, in a way.
She took a few steps back, panting heavily. Looking both directions, she began to run. They would be after her soon. She had to get as far away from this place as she could.
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Posted: Thu Aug 08, 2013 12:59 pm
Temple - Wastes of Mandalore
The droid continued to lead her silently down the corridor. Leading down to a black and red colored blast door. Etiched into it old runes from a forgotten era. The door opened slowly, as it opened huge clouds of dust escaped from inside the chamber.
The door showed a room with a pedistal in the center. The walls of the room were rusty with age. Ontop of the pedistal was a black cube.
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Posted: Thu Aug 08, 2013 2:02 pm
Coruscant - Sith Temple - Throne Room
Sharp pain wove it's way throughout the Emperor's muscles as he did what he could to protect himself from the sudden attack. Glaring at his opponent with lethal intent, Rahl stated flatly, "It doesn't matter, you will still die in the end." With a snap-hiss his crimson blade burst to life as the powerful Sith Master attacked with a vicious roar. Red met blue as the two Masters of the Force collided. The intensity rattled the walls and sent cracks up the tall marble pillars lining the massive room. "We all die," the older man said mockingly, "Some sooner than others." A flick of his hand sent the Emperor crashing back into the steps leading up to his throne. Righting himself, the Sith Lord threw his hands out in front of him and in a rage sent blue lightning arcing wildly, raking floors, ceiling, walls, everything in a cone before him. The Je'daii Master did his best to block the fury, but wasn't able to contend with the random strikes of the wild attack. A loud BOOM rattled the temple to it's very foundations as the battle raged. The floor-to-ceiling glass panes behind the throne exploded outward to the grounds below.
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