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 Posted: Tue Sep 24, 2013 12:49 am
Mandalore - Star Port of Keldabe
The commotion in the space port drew the mercenary from his ship, from behind his helmet his eyes narrowed in disgust. Mostly in the lack of ability for them to defend themselves, "Pitiful, a disgrace to the legacy."
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Posted: Tue Sep 24, 2013 8:46 am
Nathaniel Rahl "Do you know why I've kept you alive?" the Dark Lord's deep voice said from the shadows. Getting no immediate response, he continued, "I can sense considerable potential in you." Now the Emperor was pacing slowly in front of the prisoner like a predator in his own right, his black cloak sliding across the floor like a serpent behind him. "I don't hold any illusions that a creature such as yourself can be brought to heel and controlled, but I am wondering what one could gain by an alliance." That voice Skandar knew that sinuous voice! It was the voice of the Murderer that destroyed all he held so dear as a child. "The Emperor." He croaked. As the voice of the Emperor's words sank into his mind, the pure unadulterated fury building inside Skandar rose to new heights. "You! I Know You! You are the one that took everything from me! Killing my family! Ordering the death of my entire village! You thought that everyone was killed! But who would worry about one child surviving! When I get out of here, I will rip the voice-box from your throat!" The volume of Skandar's voice rose from a whispered monotone to the pitch of a roaring wind, deafening all within earshot. As Skandar's pent up fury was released in his outburst, two things happened. One, the rocks on the other side of the cage rose into the air. And two, the electric restraints went off sending immense amounts of voltage down his body. The electricity seemed not to be fazing him as it should be, but adding power to the pressure he was uncontrollably exerting on the outside of the cage.
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Posted: Wed Sep 25, 2013 11:28 pm
Coruscant - Training Grounds
Esuritio laughed mockingly as he sensed her feigned weakness. He batted her saber to the side and leapt backwards a few foot.
"Good, Zara!" He exclaimed
"You use initiative! Such prowess! But it is still untamed! Do not fail me! Show no weakness! Don't fall... Or you'll be like them..." He said, chuckling as he spoke.
He, however hoped to provoke Zara's fury. Her anger.
"Nwûl tash.
Dzwol shâsotkun.
Shâsotjontû châtsatul nu tyûk.
Tyûkjontû châtsatul nu midwan.
Midwanjontû châtsatul nu asha.
Ashajontû kotswinot itsu nuyak.
Wonoksh Qyâsik nun." He said as he readied himself in a defensive stance.
The Sith Code, in the tongue of the Pureblood Sith. He had hoped Zara studied this code, in both dialects. Perhaps, she had and his lesson will be learned. Or perhaps not and she would had to demonstrate more prowess to the point of exhaustion.
"Come then, Zara. Show me you're not weak!" He boomed, imploring her to attack with a flick of his right hand.
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Posted: Fri Sep 27, 2013 12:11 pm
Coruscant Temple - Training Grounds
Zara's eyes flashed with anger. She knew he was only trying to provoke her, but being compared to that kind of scum filled her with a certain fury.
The darkness in her mind caused a ripple effect and she felt raw heat surging through her veins.
Suddenly she wasn't in the training hall anymore. She was in the back alley of the market again being cornered by the bounty hunters attempting to kill her for whatever measly amount of credits was on her head. And all she felt was rage, rage at what had been done to her, what had been taken away from her, rage at how her well-deserved justice was considered a crime. There was only a primal fury in her eyes, an unadultered animalistic rage at everyone and everything.
Wonoksh Qyâsik nun. The Force shall free me! she repeated when he was done. Her other arm, the one that was not holding the saber extended violently forwards and before she knew it, she had sent a Force push in his direction. The attack was unfocused and chaotic, as she had almost no control on this ability yet. But it was still remarkably powerful for someone with so little formal training.
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Posted: Fri Sep 27, 2013 12:52 pm
Coruscant - Training Grounds
Time dilated for a moment. Everything went slow, near still. The energy building from Zara was immense. She radiated such prowess, such a deep connection with the Force. The sheer energy tugged on Esuritio’s gut, leaving a split second feeling of fear that wouldn’t abate.
She had located her connection to the force.
His eyes widened as he felt the gargantuan blast of energy hurtle towards him. A loud crack filled the room as he flew backwards, the backplate of his armour hitting the wall, denting it. He winced in pain and groaned. “I... Impressive... I’ve never felt such power before...” He painfully exclaimed
“Your anger fuels you... Learn from it. Bask in it. Passion. Rage. Power. These lead to true clarity in the force!” He advised as he pushed himself off the damaged wall. “But you still have much to learn, Zara!” With that statement, he sheathed his saber and flew forward, arms outstretched as he launched a Force Wave directly at her, throwing her back into the wall.
“Now... Feel what you can do to others. Feel the Force. The rage. The Power surge through you!”
Laughing as she was almost helpless, the room shook, almost erupting as volleys of purple lightning crackled from his fingertips, shooting directly towards her...
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Posted: Fri Sep 27, 2013 1:03 pm
Coruscant Temple - Training Grounds
As Zara was pinned to the wall by the Force wave, she felt overwhelmed. She had been caught off guard yet again after surprising herself with her first display of her own abilities, and now she helplessly struggled against his Force which was almost crushing her small body against the wall. For a moment she was aware of her own weakness, her mortality and she panicked, but the consuming rage came back to her as she heard his words. She was not going to die here. She took in a sharp inhale of breath, and using his own Force against him she managed to launch the attack back in his direction. Her ears began to ring and her temples throbbed, but she ignored this, taking the opportunity while he was incapacitated to sprint across the room, landing a blow to his side with her saber. She then brought the blade up to his throat, taking deep, panting breaths.
You underestimate me. That would have been a fatal mistake. she thought to him, her eyes fiercely locked onto his.
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Posted: Fri Sep 27, 2013 1:27 pm
Coruscant - Training Grounds
He coughed, the lightning cracked and dissipated from his shoulders. He met her gaze with an ice cold stare and barked "You're right. Perhaps I did. You are different. And look now! You hold a lightsaber to my throat! No-one has had the pleasure of even achieving that!"
He was discomforted by it, so in one fluid, fast motion he disarmed her and pinned her to the ground with one knee.
"But you still have to harness it! Control it! Learn focus and command it at any time!"
He removed his knee from her chest and stepped backwards, dusting himself off.
"Go, apprentice. This lesson has served us both well. Learn from this, continue your studies. Use the training facilities droids. They are expendable. Practice your combat. Channel the force against them. I must see to the Knights. They have duties to attend to."
He turned swiftly and stepped through the doorway, saying as he left
"You are my finest apprentice yet. But don't let that go to your head. I expect to find duelling with you, with real lightsabers, more exciting. The materials my servant has delivered to your room will teach you how to craft a lightsaber. When you have studied everything, harnessed your abilities... Build one. Then return to me."
He turned the corner and left Zara there, recovering from him disarming her.
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Posted: Sun Sep 29, 2013 3:21 pm
Coruscant - Temple
Zara wasted no time in getting to work on her studies. She rested very little during this period, devoting herself completely to her training. No one had told her it would be easy, but she had known exactly what she had agreed to and she was going to see it through until the end. The rewards would be more than worth it.
When the time came that she could defeat the training droids set to the highest level, she knew it was time to craft her own lightsaber. Upon study of many holocrons on the matter, Zara opted for a double-bladed lightsaber, as her true advantage was with her speed and agility rather than strength of attack.
When she had finished crafting her saberstaff and had mastered it by practicing day and night with her new weapon on the droids, she returned to her master as instructed. She waited patiently outside of his quarters, as she had no way of contacting him through her wristcom.
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Posted: Mon Sep 30, 2013 7:18 pm
Mandalore - making hyperspace approach
"Where's a blood droid when you need one?" Vic asked out loud, "At least well be there soon." Turning his head slightly to see if Jaden was still there. Then going back to punch in the cordenates on the star map. It seemed like the owner of the ship wasn't a fan of the inner circle of star systems.
After punching in the last digit, the engines were getting louder as it engaged lightspeed. The ship jumped, and all you could see was space bending around the ship.
"At last," Vic said leaning back in his seat. Taking a moment to stare at the lights, switch's, and buttons that covered the overhead console; before, covering his face with his hands and ran his hands over his face. Feeling the rough fabric that covered his now empty eye. Shivering as a finger pressed down where his eye should have been.
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Posted: Tue Oct 01, 2013 9:00 pm
Temple of Healing - Tython
Corvin Blanc still couldn't get the hang of the traditional Je'daii robes, and so the body armor he wore underneath was exposed where he had freed his left arm, or what was left of it, from the confines of the flowing fabric. A cool wind from the open window sent a chill up his bicep from where his new cybernetic arm met the flesh - a "gift" from his recent encounter with the Hutts, which was now opened up on the table before him as he finished a somewhat unorthodox modification.
Though he was always good with tech, he still hadn't mastered patience (much to the chagrin of the acolytes who had been helping him get his Force acuity under control). He also hadn't seen Elyria since she fled their approach at Mustafar, but a lot had happened since then... he recalled her face as he looked out the window at the night sky, then smiled to himself as he picked up the light saber he had constructed without instruction (or permission). It fit into the new hidden compartment in his forearm with a satisfying "click," leaving a nearly imperceptible seam in the faux skin cover which he concealed further by pulling the robe back on and adjusting his padawan vibroblade for maximum conspicuousness.
"Are you still wearing that trinket?" a woman's voice asked from the door.
Corvin realized his good hand had found it's way to Elyria's pendant, which he now wore around his own neck. He quickly tucked it back into his robe, and busied himself with putting away his tools as he answered her question with one of his own. "Shouldn't you be in bed, Mother?"
"As should you, young man. As should you."
He was glad to have his mother safe here on Tython, but it had been a long while since he'd spent this much time with her in a single stretch, and longer since he'd spent this much time on land. Corvin was beginning to miss the freedom of space.
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Posted: Wed Oct 02, 2013 6:54 pm
Screaming Phoenix - Approaching Tython
Freshly showered, Elyria dressed carefully a flutter of excitement growing inside, her long copper locks fell about her shoulders, curling slightly as it began to dry...framing her face in waves of flame..her eyes shone brightly..sparkling like true emeralds...by all rights she should bring her findings before the Council first, but she knew she had to see Ka'all before that..it was to him she wished to give the "Treasure"...he had been her mentor since she arrived on Tython at the age of nine..had taken her under his wing and guided her training..he had been all things to her in those early years and the bonds of trust, friendship and genuine affection grew as she did...yes...it was to him she would bestow the Holocron..to him the glory from the Council..he had made her who she was...had stood by her every accomplishment, pushing her..praising her and yes...even chastising her....
Appraising herself in the mirror, she was pleased, she had a slight warm glow from her time in the desert...and yes some pesky freckles spread across the bridge of her nose...but the excitement shone thru her. She went to the bedside table and removed the Force suppressing case which housed the holocron and slipped it into her deep pockets...still amazed and how it had come to life...even so encased...she next went to the closet and carefully removed Mesh'la's armor, placing it on the bed, she shouldered her pack and made one more sweep of the chambers to ensure she had left nothing behind..she fingered her mothers locket which hung about her neck...tucked it into her bodice, lifted the armor and made her way to the door...they would be landing soon....
As the door opened she was greeted by a young man in uniform, handing him the armor, she smiled "Ensign Pollack, see that this is properly cleaned and packaged, it must be returned to the Temple in mint condition when I bring the scientists back for further study. Locate Master Jusik, notify him we will be landing soon. Make sure the prisoner's are in Force Suppression shackles for transport...Master Terva is to be taken to Mahara Kesh...but do not underestimate him - he is under a powerful possession! He must be treated with the utmost care and not harmed in any way! The Twi'lek woman is to be brought to Kaleth for questioning and judgement...take whomever you need to see the orders are carried out." She smiled at the look of panic on his face and gently touched his arm, speaking softly "It's alright - you can handle it" he watched her depart, heels clacking down the ship's corridor as she made her way towards the bridge to watch the approach to Tython...letting out a sigh of relief he started mumbling her instructions to himself as he headed in the opposite direction....eager to carry out the Master's instructions.....
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Posted: Wed Oct 02, 2013 11:14 pm
Temple of Healing - Tython
With a laugh, Corvin took his leave. "Goodnight, mother" he said with a hug in passing, presumably leaving to make his way to his private chambers. His thoughts were wandering more so than usual tonight, and so he resolved to take the long way there, sure that a walk would help clear his head.
The long way, of course, meant the rooftops. Still largely a scoundrel at heart, he reveled in the paths the Force had opened up that ordinary men could not walk... or, more aptly, leap. As wind whipped through his robes, Corvin caught the unmistakable glint of light growing in the sky that could only mean a ship breaking through the atmosphere. "Perhaps I've been neglecting the Epoch Wren..." he said to himself, concocting an excuse to make his way to the landing site. And to attempt a few trickier jumps on the way...
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Posted: Thu Oct 03, 2013 7:38 pm
Hyperspace - In route to Coruscant
Hyperspace always seemed beautiful. The problem was is that Vic wasn't sure of the quiet was relaxing or nerve racking. He couldn't help the feeling that he needed to watching someone or something. His time stealing civilian ships to get around is now over. But now he must take on the mantel of a warlord, leading his soliders alongside his true master.
Something seemed to click inside Vic's head, like someone had just turned on the lights. He should his head to shake off the strange feeling he just had, and got up to check up on Jaden.
He should be able to make it there alive, barely but alive.
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Posted: Sun Oct 06, 2013 12:46 am
Screaming Phoenix - Tython Landing Base
As the ship touched down on home soil, Elyria was filled with mixed emotions...she was excited to present her mentor with the prized holocron, but at the same time..she was concerned for the fate of her friend Davth...and what would they do with the Twi'lek woman? Another Sith now knowing the location of the Je'daii base? shaking her head, she shouldered her pack and made her way to the ships gate and onto solid ground..it felt good to be home...she lifted her face to the sun and breathed deeply enjoying it's warmth for a few seconds while the gentle breeze lifted her hair about her face, lit by the brightness of the day. She stood to the side and waited for the rest to disembark...her hand slipping into her pocket to feel the prize hidden there....
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Posted: Sun Oct 06, 2013 7:23 pm
Coruscant- In Orbit
They were finally at Coruscant. To Locolvictum it was a long time comeing, it was his very first time even seeing the planet in person. Seeing his new home for the rest of his life was a odd experience to say the least. Only staying on his home planet for only a mere ten years and then forced to travel to every corner of the galaxy just to find one group. It was a sad existance, but now it was over.
Suddenly a alarm went off inside the ship. The ship was being hailed by a communication tower.
"Your ship ID is not on any of our servers. Identify yourself immediately or we will be forced to destory your ship." The voice over the intercom said. In reply Locolvictum said, "I am Master Lockheart, vassel of our lord Emporer, and High Lord of Sith Alchemy."
There was a short pause before the poeple on the other end responded back, "Voice reconiction is clear, you are free to make your approach and land my lord."
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