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  1. The Black Sun ships maintained their position under the cover of the station. Outnumbered two to one, the proud navy of the oldest criminal underground organization stood ready to die under the heavy guns of the once formidable galactic alliance, that old and decrepit organization. That foul alliance had spanned the galaxy for nearly a decade, the combined foetus of mother Empire and father New Republic, destined for the garbage bins where it should have been left a decade before. But for now its last waning strength was martialed against the Black Sun. Whose last Prince stood defiant on the bridge of his star destroyer, looking death in the face. “Marie give us a target map while we wait for their response.” The teenage captain, her brunette hair tied back above her cybernetic unit nodded at him and her holographic image shifted out of its place to stand beside him as the heavy sensors of the Marie reported back in detail the full locations of the enemy fleet, as well as the two interdictors who blocked easy escape. “Tightband it. Send it out. Now. Prepare for sensor jamming, alert the Uriels as well.” Before all communications were jammed by the enemy fleet, this would at least get out. In a few seconds the packet had hit the holonet and disappeared into the stars. The young commander of the Marie nodded and her holograph disappeared. He pointed at the main comms officer, and the channel to the Alliance was opened again. “Well do we have terms?” His hands gripped the bridge railing in front of him. His bright blue eyes narrowed to slits.
  2. Hey hey guys missed you both! A lot of us use discord, but many of those old members have lost touch sadly
  3. A lot of us are around, but many of the old kids packed their bags a decade ago 😛 However as far as the old phpbb1-2-3 unfortunately it couldnt keep up with the times
  4. Oh the anger in the Galactic Alliance’s brave last admiral’s voice was something to behold. Turbolasers were swiveling, shields were getting put on double front and range bearings calculated. It could only really end in one way. A violent death for the Black Sun. And though most of the slaves that made up the combined forces were just fine with dying by the truckload, Delta believed that there could be a better fight tomorrow. He pointed to his comm officer. “Give me a holonet broadcast on Guard frequencies. Prepare to cut in footage file thirty four alpha from Dark Sun as well.” The comm officer clicked several buttons on her console and held up a three count which she ticked off until she pointed at Ca’Aran. Who stood in his black Katarn class armour with red cloak. On which was embroidered the Black Sun Symbol, interposed with both the crooked black legs of Exodus’s spider and a dripping dagger. Marking him as the overall commander of the Axis fleets and the famed blood prince. He grinned coyly and looked into the holofield projector. Talking to Slaughter and the combined forces of the Jedi, Remnant, and Galactic Alliance. On open holonet frequencies. “If your voice was any more shrill I could have sworn you were Cadio Sikot.” He left out the brag that he had killed him over Csilla. Delta was a known quantity. The hundreds of thousands dead from just the Csilla campaign and the Galan first strike was enough to cover him in New Republic blood for an eternity. “Of course we will let you have your Empress, though she is a little worse for wear." He held up his hands apologetically. "Not me, I'd hate to ruin such a thing as her, and really I’d hate for anyone else to die for that useless bitch. Take her and leave.” The Holonet transmission turned to where Raven was sitting in her cell, barely clothed. Staring definitely at the camera. Blood leaking from her flayed arms. Surrounded by blasters pointing at her head. The holonet transmission cut back to Delta. “Do we have terms? Or will you sacrifice ten thousand more lives for this fight?” If he was honest about the whole thing, Black Sun had been caught. They did not expect the Combined allies to even have a fleet after their pitiful attempts over Onderon. But surely in the time it took to secure terms and deliver the useless Empress the Sith would come. They had to come. And if it turned out the Sith were cowards and didn't show? Then least no one dies.
  5. A message arrived for the King Beyond the Stars. That beloved and feared Lord, the spider with his web of darkness. "My Lord, Black Sun calls for aid, it appears the last remnants of those Jedi ad Rebels have come together as one to rescue their empress. We are currently outnumbered and require your assistance." The call was short, but Delta hoped his years of loyal servitude had earned him some help.
  6. The alarm bell rang sharply over the general chatter that had filled the bridge of the Holofernes. Forty five mouths snapped shut as the bell rang twice, its sharp clear tone cascading through the bridge with thunderous force. Triggered from proximity alarms and long range sensor sweeps, Ca’Aran glanced down at his command console and his mouth went very dry. The TAC officer reported to the bridge what the scanners were telling him. Her voice was stiff but her wide eyes told Ca’Aran that the report was as bad as he feared. “Commander. Report.” “Sound off.” Ca’Aran growled at the young officer, flash trained from the slave stock that populated most positions on Black Sun ships. Fiercely loyal, and trained since wipe to be everything needed aboard ships. Most command officers in the fleet were picking from the slaves captured at Onderon and Bespin a year before. Young and extremely talented. But the edge of fear made it’s way into her young voice. “Five capital ships sir sighted beyond marker thirty eight, a smattering of smaller ships and cruisers. A significant force with IFF transponders showing a mix of ships.” Her bright purple eyes glanced down to her console where the report was dutifully scrolling along. “It looks like one IFF comes back as an imperial star destroyer with a weird name seen at Kuat, Several Jedi Ships seen at the abortive attack over Onderon, including the Adi-Wan.” She gulped again. “And the entire remaining Galactic Alliance fleet.” “Thank you. Command. Battle Stations.” Another young officer slapped her control panel and the bright white lighting of the bridge went a ghostly red. A general tone playing over the intercomm to all parts of the ship.This was repeated throughout the fleet and the battlestation golan. “Navigator, take us inside the Golan’s defensive perimeter and arrange the fleet for combat. Comms officer, open message to the Sith high command and Vigo Zalis.” This would be a fight to remember. __________________________________________________ The fleet began to maneuver into position, The three Victories coming close to the two star destroyers while the cruisers and frigates/corvettes began to set up a screen in front of them. Fighters and bombers idled in position beside the fleet.
  7. Welcome back brother! Join the discord lets get some chatting going on! You are most welcome here, consider any wounds healed on our end
  8. “No need to carry those damned clothes anymore girl.” Came the voice of the erstwhile Blood Prince to the slavegirl who had spent the past three hours rushing from shoppe to shop in the Catharan Downtown malls trying to find clothes for her master’s now departed mistress. With a sigh he stood and scanned the sky with his blue eyes. Searching for the speck that would be the Corvette Marie, finishing its downburn to pick him up. His comm had been ringing off the charts about the Dark Sun citadel being under Jedi siege, and it was time to spring the trap they had set some many months before. He laughed when he heard the slap of expensive clothes hitting the permacrete and he could hear the slave kicking them angrily into the gutters. And he winced on the laugh, perhaps an old injury, or the toxic fumes from burning his old lover with thermite. He coughed again, spat, then pulled the girl to her feet and walked her to where the Marie had settled down on its landing skiffs. Soon they were both gone. Enroute to the next fight. As that was all he seemed to be good for.
  9. I bared my heart for this? But his anger had piqued and so he lost it. “You died for me?” His voice trembled as his voice rose into a roar. “No you died because you were too much a coward to face what a Sith really is! You’ll gladly serve a dark lord that condones worse than simply feeding on some children’s blood. Do you think the aftermath of Onderon or Kuat was bloodless? Children, imperials Jedi alike died in droves to the Sith but you couldn’t even think about coming face to face with what you really are?” But he was screaming at the closing door. So he added the weight of a thrown datapad after it. Where it smashed into expensive electronic bits on the bulkhead. She definitely deserved better than a mass murderer, Sith associate, aimless homicidal maniac like him. So he punched the bulkhead instead. Letting the pain from his knuckles slowly overcome the rage and pain of his heart. Until he stood, knuckles bleeding and seething.
  10. Ca’Aran smiled and pulled the woman closer enveloping her in a hug. “If you have to body jump all the time that seems like a hassle, luckily I have an immense line of credit.” He stuck his tongue out at her and kissed her on the furless forehead. Then he looked up to the slave who was still sleeping on the couch. He gently woke her and informed her of the mission he had set out for her and gave her a thousand credit chip. She rushed out with a nod and Delta turned back to Ailbasi. “Black Sun is changing away from what it once was. Myself, Mindan, Jacen, Omega, and Kayal made Black Sun into a powerful military force. One that would be reckoned with. We withstood the Sith assault at Coruscant and in the peace time we made ourselves unbeatable. Now our alliances have shifted, the Sith rule the Galaxy, and I am the only one of the Princes left.” He drew her again into a sad hug. “So the Black Sun must change to survive. Otherwise…” He sat down and steepled his fingers in front of him. “We become a threat to the Sith, and we will be stabbed in the back.” He laughed softly. “So we must give up arms and return to what we once were. A Criminal Syndicate. And such a syndicate does not need a Prince of Blood. So I will also retire, lest I am put down in the eventual power struggle. If I get out now, I can secure my assets and money, but that also leaves me aimless and drifting. I imagine I’ll eventually eat the end of my pistol. But that’s a while out.” He smiled, though his eyes did not reflect it. “So, what do you want to do?”
  11. As the Lady Sith went to check on her unruley pack of Sithies, Delta stood awkwardly in her bedroom. His crystal blue eyes slowly jumping from poster to poster which had been plastered on the walls. Random bands that were obscure enough to be cool to college aged kids/ His eyes eventually drifted back to where the red haired slave girl was just waking up from a barbituated daze. “Ta.” He held out a reassuring hand to stop her from getting up. “You need actual rest, not some drugged up stupor.” She nodded softly and rubbed at her eyes, but didn’t try to speak, and instead laid back onto the leather couch and was fastly asleep before Delta could warn her about the blood she had stuck her bare feet into. He shrugged and sat down on Ailbasi’s bed, staring at the carpet and wondering what would befall him next. It was in that state that the reincarnated Sith lord found him some time later. Still staring at the carpet, but he smiled widely at her and patted beside him. Inviting her to sit. “We have all done things we regret. I’ve killed hundreds of thousands. You ate a sith lord. You know, normal couple things. It’s fine with me Ailbasí. I wouldn’t have it any other way.” He pulled her into a fierce hug. “What comes next for us?”
  12. With a twirl the slug thrower seated itself back into the kydex holster and Delta let the girl drop from where he was pinning her against the wall. He hooked a thumb to where the towel was struggling to keep the smoke out from her bedroom and shrugged. “I didn’t much think to rescue it, thermite’s probably not melted it into scrap yet if you want to check. Sorry about the mess, can’t say I was expecting you back so very soon.” He leaned in and kissed her on the forehead that was now very much without the bristly fur of a Cathar. “Welcome back dear, I look forward to whatever body you swipe into next.” He winked and stepped back, brushing his bloody knuckles on his jacket.
  13. When the retching had finished Delta looked up with bloodshot dry eyes and blinked at the Mess on the couch. Firstly it was a damned waste of good hard won credits to kill two slaves like that, and secondly it was a pretty damn fine mess he had made. He growled softly and went about the business of cleaning up the bodies scattered in his ex-lovers room. First, he dragged the body of the brunette kuati slave girl to the bathroom, and tossed her into the lavish bathtub, next came the kuati boy who he had riddled with blaster bolts, then finally the body of his lover. Whom he kissed and placed gingerly into the tub ontop the pile of human bodies. He had left the still drugged redhead slave girl who had reminded him of Kailen laying in the puddle of blood on the couch. Sleeping soundly on a mix of barbiturates and Chlordiazepoxides, and having not seen at all the fate of her fellow slaves. He sighed, said a prayer, turned on the overhead exhaust fan in the bathroom, kissed the face of Ailbasí again, then tossed a thermite grenade on top of her and shut the door behind him. The bodies flashed into flame and sparks and he walked back into her bedroom. Ignoring the distant fire alarms that echoed down the way from the cockpit. At least she had been buried like some great warrior with a few sacrifices to keep her company. Smoke that smelled distinctly like cooking bacon bagan to billow out from underneath the durasteel door’s seems and Delta kicked a towel into the slit below the door and looked over at the sleeping teenager. “So back on the old grind eh?” As he fished out his datapad to look at the news again, but he froze when slender arms wrapped themselves around him and a voice whispered in his ear that was definitely not familiar in any way. In instinct he simply dropped his shoulders several inches to break her grasp and with a shove threw the lady against the duraloid paneled wall. Placing his slugthrower right below her ample left breast. His face an inch away from hers and his voice was a very deadly growl. “And who the kriff are you?”
  14. I mean are kids really that different than someone like five years older than them? Delta wanted to yell in regards to his rejected gift. But then the coughing came, wicked and dark as she began to throw up blood in congealed masses on the floor. He stood still for a moment before letting the three datapad fall to the floor beside him in a clatter. He rushed to her side, gingerly holding her shoulders as she shook from the result of her self applicated meds. She continued to shake and Delta could feel the gnawing in the bottom of his stomach roiling up again. “No feed off me, feed off me!” He tore away his collar exposing his neck to offer a feast of himself. He voice carrying with it the high pitch of a man truly afraid. Someone that was willing to give everything to correct a wrong. But it was far too late for that, his timing was as forever off. And he could only crouch beside her as she took matters into her own hands to save the lot of them. He screamed and dove at her as the needle tore home, but again it was too late and all he managed to do was tackle the corpse of the woman he loved to the floor as the convulsions took hold. “God!” He was screaming now, his voice hoarse. “God damn it.” His bare hands lightly held her head as the last bit of the force bore through her like a knife, burning away her eyes in a flash of red tinged light. He watched the entire time and he couldn’t tear his eyes away. He absorbed every bit of it. She had died to protect him, because of his stupid error. It was his fault. Again. And with a blink the gnawing in his stomach was streaking up to his brain and Madness began to take its hold. ___________________ Song ___________________ “Why?” Why? He shouted at the heavens, maybe to Dagon, maybe to the scores of demons that watched him from the shadows of the room, their eyes white and red and always staring. Why? You know why. You were never meant to feel. The eyes blinked as one and he could see the large unblinking eyes of Tanwen Keyoo, the Kaminoan in charge of his pod, coming from the brown leather couch he had deposited the teenagers on before. The Kaminoian was dead now over a hundred years, but still always in the back of his mind. He looked away from those orbs and looked back down at the Sith lord he still cradled, his fingers seeking a pulse at her neck and finding nothing at all except the tremors that came with a melting nervous system. You were produced for a purpose. And it was not this. Not love. He laid the head down on the soft carpeted floor and gave her a light kiss on the forehead before standing. His heart hurt so much it felt like it would also melt away, and the corners of his vision narrowed as he began to cry. Hot tears rolling down his cheeks to splatter onto his torn shirt. You were produced for War, nothing else. And now you see the consequences of trying to be anything else. He blinked, trying to clear his vision of the mass of tears and so also wipe away the ghosts that flooded the room. You should have learned this a hundred years ago. Everything you love is taken away. “Shut up!” He strode towards the couch, his hands curling into useless fists. But the demon continued its taunt. It is not your purpose. You cannot deny your purpose! “Shut up!” He screamed and reached out to find the slim Kaminoan neck. That at least felt real enough. He squeezed hard, reveling in the panicked movements below his fingers as he strangled the life out of his old pod master. But she continued to speak, even after he felt the larynx give way and the cartilage grind back unrelentingly. Do not deny your choices He let go and struck this time with a closed fist, receiving a squeal of fear and pain in its place. He smiled and struck out at the vision again, loving the feeling of his clenched fist hitting the soft bone and cartilage of the Kaminoian face. The voice was gone but Delta struck again, and again until his fists were coated with thick mucus like blood and chips of bone had cut his knuckles. The thashing below his fists had also stopped, and Delta could only hear his heavy breathing, punctuated by a sob as he continued to blink tears away from his eyes. Soldier! A new voice as familiar as the last this time from behind a ‘T’ visor which glowed red, this time from the center of the couch, and Delta could see the yellow hawks on a field of stars on the side of the white helmet. Commander Gilthros. Head of commando team Delta, which had been deployed on Christophsis near the end of the clone wars. “I said shut up! All of you shut up!” Delta scrambled for the blaster that Ailbasí had given him at their journeys start. With shaking hands he depressed the trigger, sending a triple blast into the center of the couch. Silencing the clone commander's ghost. There is a lesson to be learned Ca’Aran. Don't let this madness pass without you learning it. The voice caused him to drop the blaster and fall to his knees beside his deceased lover. He stared at his hands, not having the courage to look up at the last ghost of the clone wars. One that had been exorcised by Qaela, but had come back nonetheless. She had always come back. He took a deep breath and he began to quench the rage and sickness that swirled through his body. “There is always a lesson, Kailen.” But this one has purpose. You see before you the consequences of your actions. Redemption is still but a heartbeat away. You need only make the choice. Leave it behind. The tears dried and he took another deep breath. His eyes focused on the blaster laying beside him. So very tempting. But He had things to do, and it wasn't time for that yet. Another breath. And the voices were silent. "But..." Another breath. This one cold and without the sobbing of tears. "Then I wouldn't be the Blood Prince." Another breath. "And who would I be without that? I retired clone trooper with no purpose? Kriff that my lady." Ca'Aran please "If I can serve the Sith then I will. Someday I'll join you in hell. What's more death to add to the weight of my sins? I have given up redemption long ago." But silence only greeted him. ___________________ He looked up at the mess on the couch and retched.
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