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  1. The broken throne of the galaxy, Coruscant, rushed into view from the bridge of the Queen of Air and Darkness, one of the newly constructed Xian'tii war ships. The smell of salt water pervaded the air around Darth Nyrys, for most of the ship was, for lack of a better term, flooded to accommodate it's aquatic xeno crew. The crew in the command pool was excited for their first deployment, and somewhat relieved that it would be something less full scale than the battle at Dark Sun. The Queen and a Kuati task force of Ardent and Raider class ships took up position by the Dark Lord's ship, any threats would have to pass them before they could target the flagship. The Whispered Truth and the Brazen Verdict were further out, on the hunt for targets. Upon reaching planet side, Nyrys looked forward to evaluating her troops as they cut their teeth for the first time under her command. What she had was excellent material and fine tools to sculpt with, potential but not necessarily results. In time she would know what her soldiers were truly capable of, but first they had to land. She had never been to Coruscant, her father considered it a deathtrap with the constant wars and terrorist attacks, and certainly no place for a child. Rumor had it that the rogue lunatic Faust had finally truly broken the planet though, and the Crusaders were picking the corpse. The rumors may have been right, at least about the damage. Chunks of planet and moon propelled so far by the impact that they made orbit drifted lazily in the void. Traffic lanes had been replaced with the pandemonium of mass ship graveyards from failed attempts to escape the violence on the planet. Crusader corsair ships sized up the approaching darkness as it cast a shadow over their former spoils. Sensor feeds were constantly delivering new information, and one bit that surprised Nyrys was that while the Museum of Coruscant had been heavily damaged, the structure was still somewhat intact. While the suffering of the people on the surface was tragic, the museum housed objects of immeasurable cultural value that were irreplaceable. Nyrys's first objective was clear.
  2. Green Heavy Brawler Escort(capital ship, 1 XP) The Queen of Air and Darkness: A Reprisal class Xian’tii battleship that marked the beginning of Xian’tii ship designs seeing use in the Sith navy. Darth Nyrys personally vouched for the inclusion of more xeno sourced ship designs, and the Queen is her personal banner ship. The Queen’s heavy armor and unpredictable movements match Darth Nyrys’s own style in combat. While the ship itself is operated almost entirely by Xian’tii crewmembers, security is overseen by AVATAR proxies and a contingent of Ishi Tib marines. As a newer ship, discipline and professionalism are points of pride for the crew, and Darth Nyrys constantly leverages the fact that this is the first xeno designed ship to serve in the empire in decades to leverage better performance. The crew is well trained and idealistic, but lacks field experience. Green Destroyer Group[Missiles] (Two Cruisers, 1 XP) Whispered Truth and Brazen Verdict: A pair of Xian’tii Insidiator class cruisers that were deployed shortly after the Queen of Air and Darkness. While they are less concerned with legacy than the Queen, a professional rivalry that began in the training academy pushes both crews to achieve a competitive edge over the other. Both captains, despite their differences, follow the Xian’tii teachings of Makuta and make heavy use of guided missile strikes and mobile warfare. The Insidiator class cruiser, with its superior mobility and indirect fire weapons makes for an excellent tool to practice the Makuta martial philosophy. Green Defensive Escort (Four Frigates and Twelve Corvettes, 1 XP) Jendra’s Song, Atani’s Vigil, Xuri’s Resolve, and the Lucky Pair: A set of four Ardent class frigates repurposed for anti fighter duties, the ships seem out of place amongst the more alien ships often uses. However, Darth Nyrys is proud of her Kuati heritage and chose the ships to honor her father. Three of the ships are named after friends from her life before she joined the Sith, and the fourth name she hasn’t elaborated on. Darth Nyrys intentionally fosters an atmosphere of unprofessionalism and impropriety on the ships to combat the formation of stagnating hatred that drives men and women to sell their lives cheaply. The rebels will pay for their crimes at Kuat, but not at the cost of Kuat’s sons and daughters. Alpha, Beta, Gamma, Omicron, Upsilon,Theta, Sigma, Omega, Mu, Tau, Psi, Kappa: Accompanying the frigates are twelve Raider class corvettes. Corvette crews are “highly motivated” to perform their duties exceptionally so that they can get promoted off the ships and onto something that the other ship captains don’t refer to as “acceptable attrition”. Raiders are designed for hit and run ground support, but in fleet battle simulations so far they’re often ordered to “intercept” attacks on more valuable ships. Serving in one of the corvette groups is often considered a punishment, especially for crew transferred off of a larger vessel. Nicknamed coffin riders, command has already noticed trends indicating discipline issues and disorderly conduct problems are on the horizon.
  3. ((I have included basic 3d mock ups of the ships since they are not canon and I couldn't find anything comparable online through image search. Please pardon my terrible 3d art skills. Xian’tii Ships Xian’tii vessels are notorious for using designs that incorporate tendrils to allow for more elegant implementations of systems like shields and propulsion. This is primarily expressed in two different configurations, the defensive forward configuration that creates a shifting series of layered shields allowing for the crew to distribute incoming fire and blunt focused enemy attacks, and the evasive rear configuration that allows for superb maneuverability in ways that most other current ships simply aren’t capable of. The configurations are referred to as siren and lurker, respectively. No ship has both, due to power and budget constraints. Xian’tii ships have a very organic appearance, similar to the Mon Calamari designs, but with cephalopoidal traits and more predatory lines. Siren format ships tend to favor indirect fire weapons, or high power low fire rate weapons that can be set up to fire in coordination with the shield tendril movements. Lurker format ships are currently evaluating the pros and cons of aggressive forward firing arcs, evenly distributed firing arcs, and indirect fire weapons. Siren Vessels (Battleships/capital ships) Reprisal class battleship (Queen of Air and Darkness): Reprisal class ships are powerful defensive brawlers, built to escort high value ships and punish enemies that try to close in. Several armored shield tendrils protrude from the front of the ship, creating an ever changing pattern of interwoven energy shield plates. The main hull slants up and tapers off in the rear, making the ship one of the most squidlike in overall appearance, and while it uses standard laser cannons for point defense, its heavier ordnance is largely composed of indirect fire missiles and minecasters located on its “wings”. Lurker Vessels (Corvettes/Frigates/Cruisers) Insidiator class Cruiser (Whispered Truth): Insidiators are agile destroyers, largely resembling a more organic and sleeker take on the arrowhead design of star destroyers. The Insidiator is not a ship built for head to head attrition combat, instead relying on constant repositioning and precision missile fire to destroy enemies through speed and guile. Insidiators have a sophisticated forward sensor hub that is often mistaken for the main bridge, which in fact is located on the ship’s ventral side.
  4. Darth Nyrys

    Xian'tii

    Xian’tii An aquatic species of sapient mammal cephalopod hybrids believed to have originated as the result of Sith alchemy. Possessing humanoid upper bodies and octopus like lower halves, the Xian’tii function best underwater, but possess the ability to switch between breathing air and using neck gills. Xian’tii skin comes in a variety of iridescent blue and purple tones, marked by bioluminescent patterns. Almost all Xian’tii are connected to a gestalt emotional awareness that shares and magnifies what would be considered Dark Side emotions, allowing Xian’tii to warn other Xian’tii with fear, rally them with anger, and call for aid with suffering. This awareness has a directional and spatial component, sort of like feeling ripples on the surface of a body of water. A metaphorical tiny pebble is harder to trace and travels a shorter distance than a cascade of giant boulders. Xian’tii have an inherent aptitude for strategy and cunning, with much of their early survival as a species having been dependent on their ability to outthink and surprise predators. Culturally, the Xian’tii have no concept of the idea of a fair fight, instead prizing preparedness, maintaining the element of surprise, and finishing a conflict before the enemy knows it has started. This mentality, along with their gestalt emotional awareness, has led to the development of a unique warrior code that makes virtues of discipline, confidence in one’s abilities, perfectionism, and deception. Surety of success in any attack is key to avoiding a cascading fear reaction. To commit to a plan of action and be crippled by fear is considered to be a hellworthy trespass, and to doubt leaders in such a way demands a challenge of authority or exile for such shameful thoughts. The Xian’tii are allied to the Sith, both on account of their likely origins and out of fear of a Jedi pogrom for their inherent Dark Side connection. The Sith are experimenting with integrating Xian’tii starship designs in their navy, with the intent to find a counter to the rebellion’s smaller, more agile ships.
  5. There was an unspoken distance at the feast between Darth Nyrys and the rank and file. Her reputation as a literal maneater was spreading, and while that didn’t stop the troops from checking her out, it still meant that they kept a healthy distance. She wasn’t in the mood for such things anyway, so admired from afar worked for her. This was the first time in a long time that she had the ability to simply sit and think. She did not care for it, not one bit. In theory the brawl should have appealed to her, but in reality, she didn’t know how to fight without killing. In her anthro classes at uni, they had talked about the sword being a symbol for war because it was often the first weapon societies would invent solely for the purpose of war. Other weapons either doubled as tools or implements for hunting, but the sword was of singular purpose. Right now Darth Nyrys felt like a sword at peace time. An unusually close presence disturbed Nyrys from her moping, a Sith trooper, tall even by Sith trooper standards, loomed over her. It would have been an imposing presence if the soldier’s mumbling hadn’t been picked up by his helmet mic. A vague familiarity clung to the man, and her unnatural sight revealed him to be different from his peers. Most Sith troopers had blood on their hands, but this one was clean, and through the lens of the Force his armor looked like the polished metal of a questing knight of forgotten eras. He looked like the kind of person Nyrys wanted to be fighting for, protecting him and others like him from the hypocrisy of the Jedi. “Look buddy, I think you’re still a few beers short of having the courage to hit on me or whatever, but I like the look of you so while you’re trying to find a line in the bottom of a glass you can sit next to me.” Somehow she could tell through the armor that he was flustered and searching for words, which he found at last, “I’m... looking for a girl…” “That is… not the best pick up line I’ve heard, but it’s by far not the worst either. You’re in luck, tall awkward and armored, because I am in fact a girl. Mostly. Bits of monster mixed in.” “Her name is Ailbasí, Ailbasí Zirtani.” It was weird enough to feel the presence of a ghost, but for that ghost to be the disquietude of her old life was a whole new level of strange. Nyrys had intentionally distanced herself from anything even marginally related to her past, cutting out even close friends and family. She had seen early on how wanton some Sith could be with violence towards bystanders and didn’t want anyone she cared about becoming collateral damage. But it didn’t surprise her that someone might come looking anyway, or at least hire someone to look into it. “I know her, but this just turned into a private conversation. Follow me.” She got up and started to lead him away from prying ears. “Ma’am, my friend is also looking for her, he’ll probably want to hear this too, may he join us?” Ailbasí would have had very large concerns with going somewhere private with two presumably armed and armored strangers. Darth Nyrys however did not live a life ruled by fear and potential hazards, so she responded coyly with, “Well, if he’s cute.” “He certainly thinks so…” the trooper responded with no small amount of frustration in his voice. ===================== The soldier’s friend turned out to be a field officer, although he kept his armor better maintained and polished than most bridge officers. His bearing wasn’t just disciplined, it felt in some way regal. He was attached to a different unit than the first trooper, so most likely they knew each other outside of the chain of command. When the door shut, he spoke first. “We’ve been trying to find her since her abduction on Onderon. We found her ship on Cathar, along with a body, but for some reason my compatriot swears upon all of the stars that he has a feeling that she’s still alive. And while I think that he’s crazy, you never know with cloning technology these days. So we’re still asking around, and your name came up a few times in regards to her. So if you know anything, even if it’s the fact that she died on Cathar, please, let us know.” Nyrys regarded each of them for a time, a tumult of emotions swirling inside her gut. She could lie, give them some measure of closure. Were they actually Sith troopers? Or were they just stupid enough to try and sneak on board an active warship in disguises? If the latter, it was a security breach that needed to be addressed quickly. Also, if the tall one was actually sensing her condition through the Force without training, that could make him a powerful asset with the right training. “A feeling, huh?” she responded casually, “Have you reported to special projects for testing? If you turn up positive, I have room in my schedule for an apprentice.” “Every trooper gets tested as part of processing these days. They said I was about as Force sensitive as a nerf and cheese sandwich, but they also said that sometimes regular folk can get residual effects from exposure to a powerful practitioner like a Sith. SpecPro said that you lot call them bonds or leashes.” With sudden anticipation and a “feeling” of her own, Nyrys reached up and removed the trooper’s helmet. Even with her completely unreasonable heels she had to stretch a fair bit to get it all the way over. She couldn’t see the way that she had on Onderon, so she ran her gloved fingers over his face to compare it to features in her memory. “...Knell?” Knell had been the rookie cop on Onderon that had interceded when she had been attacked. It was before her training had begun in earnest, and without his intervention she would have died. Even without hearing a verbal confirmation she knew in her soul that it was him, and with a joyfulful eardrum shattering squeal she launched herself into a pouncing hug. “Is… is she attacking you?” The voice of the mystery friend sounded more than a little amused. “I don’t know, I’m confused,” Knell responded. “No dumbass, I’m overenthusiastically hugging you. When I died on Cathar I hopped bodies to this one, because apparently that is a thing that I can do. Be honest, does this look do anything for you? Because I’ve been striking out a lot since I switched into it and… WAIT, you didn’t enlist just to find me did you?” Crazy awesome body strength let her keep her perch while jabbing him with an accusatory finger. “Now I’m somehow even more confused. But I didn’t enlist to find you, I enlisted because I felt it was my duty to join after the Jedi tried to attack Onderon twice. I became a cop to protect people, but with the war returning there is only so much I can do with a badge. Finding you just happened to coincide with that. Side note, do you know who shot me at the hospital, because I have words for them.” Nyrys finally released Knell from her hug before speaking again, sheepishly this time. “That was… well, kind of my ex, but it’s super over now. My life was very crazy for awhile, and when I found someone that I thought I could have some stability with, I latched on without really considering what he wanted out of it. He didn’t hurt me or anything, I think he was just too damaged to reciprocate in the way that I wanted. I didn’t handle it in the most mature manner, but I still think ending things was the right decision. It’s not my job to fix people that I’m dating.” At this point the mystery officer chimed in, “I did join for a girl, but it was a different girl and she left me and my shattered heart behind when she decided to go full career upon making bridge crew for a star destroyer. I was drowning my sorrows in brandy when I heard Corporal Maqlin asking about you. I don’t remember much of the conversation, or much of that night for that matter, but apparently I promised to help him find you. That being said I must admit that I am relieved to find you well, miss Zirtani.” It was Nyrys’s turn to be confused again, “Do I know you from Uni or something…?” The officer removed his helmet before speaking again in a voice that Nyrys instantly recognized, “I don’t know, did you watch holotoons in college?” Nyrys almost launched into another hug but stopped mid pounce. “Am I allowed to hug you… yee… thee… wait, I’m a Sith, I don’t have to acknowledge etiquette hugging boundaries!” She had spent less time with the crown prince than Knell during her time on Onderon, but he had a special place in her heart from the roles she had seen him in (or heard him in when it came to voice acting). So he too got a hug. After a brief silence, Nyrys spoke again, far more solemnly this time, “You’re going to hear things about me, things that you won’t want to believe are true. I need you both to understand that they are probably true, or at least based on truths. If circumstances were different, I would beg you to save me from what I’ve become, but we’ve all seen what the Jedi and their allies are capable of. I need to be this monster that I’ve become if there’s going to be any hope of stopping them. I hope that you can accept that, but if you can’t, then I need you to walk away because it won’t be safe for you to be around me. Not going to lie, I considered letting you think that I had died to protect you from who I am now, but we’re all adults here and able to make our own choices.” The following silence was sobering, but what she had said had all been things that needed to be said. Too many people depended on her for her to try and pretend to be the girl that she used to be. The days of mercurial desire and idly pivoting direction to get what she wanted were fading away as the only true constant in the galaxy loomed ever closer, war. “That ugliness aside, it means a lot that you came this far to find me. I’m not really in a place to figure out what to do with that right now, and I think we all need to come to terms with how each other has changed. I guess what I’m trying to say is thanks, and that I need time to process all of this.”
  6. “As you wish, my king.” And now it’s time for a cold shower. She gave Telpierian a nod as she departed, any other words between them could wait for the brawl. With the moment over, the blood coating her lost its manic energy, and the euphoria departed, leaving behind only messy and uncomfortable sensations. After a thorough cleaning Nyrys put on an outfit that could be best described as duelist femme fatale, with an orange half skirt belt, blank leather pants, and a white long sleeve button up blouse over which was a black corsette with gold embroidery. Gloves and a pair of boots with heels so savage they were putting her assassin training and skill with the Force to the test completed the outfit itself. As she had done on Mandalore, rather than wear a mask, she used body paint to create her Sith persona directly on her face. A white base to represent the sacredness of the self. Black around the eyes and on the lips as a metaphor for peering into and tasting the abyss. Two crimson tear lines representing her mourning for Kamino and Kuat below her right eye. Before she headed out, she stopped to check the holonet to see what people were saying about the battle at Dark Sun, if anything. The Jedi and rebels always tried so hard to cast themselves as the heroes in the galactic conflict, despite their obvious failings, and it usually made for a good laugh. What she found however, was anything but funny. While no one was certain yet whether it was the Jedi or Galactic Alliance ultranationalists, or maybe even both working together, someone had overheated the reactor at Dark Sun, causing a meltdown and killing all crew and occupants through severe radiation. That by itself was a terrible discovery, but a horrific realization began to form in Darth Nyrys’s mind. The time of the tragedy correlated with her state of extended euphoria, most likely meaning that she had been feeding on the pain and death subconsciously. She felt monstrous. She felt nauseous and ashamed when she thought of how wantonly she had acted, fueled by misery and loss. How could she even begin to justify this? Her disgust was soon joined by pain, her teeth aching as if she had been punched in the mouth, and her eyes burned and bulged from alien pressure behind them. Nyrys suppressed a scream as her teeth were torn from her gums by rows of erupting fangs in a gruesome spray of blood and bone. Her vision went black with the sound of two distinct pops, followed by the crackling sizzle of her vitreous fluid. The melted remnants of her eyes poured from her sockets and were replaced with the crystalline hardness of the krayt dragon pearl eyes she had fashioned as an apprentice. However, with new eyes came new perspective. Yes, she had drawn energy from the attack, but what if next time she channeled that energy into hunting down and punishing the perpetrators? If I am so monstrous, then I should let myself be a monster instead of pretending to be a person. Darth Nyrys looked at the devil in the mirror and smiled, revealing a fanged maw that while out of place on a human, felt natural from her time as a Cathar. She did nothing to conceal her new changes, although she did braid her hair and weave some orange silk flower blossoms into it, because nothing had ever said that an agent of profane justice couldn’t also be a pretty pretty princess. Preparations complete, she headed to the festivities at the arena.
  7. Any hopes of a straight answer were dashed by the Dark Lord’s inscrutability. What else could one expect though? It’s not like she was talking to the Completely Transparent and Upfront Lord. Telperien’s arrival as such was maybe less frustrating than the girl intended it to be. She knew little of this particular Sith, but the girl certainly was eager to tell her how important she was. Putting together various pieces led to a realization, this was the daughter of the Nightsister that oversaw the Sith academy, who most likely attained her position through her relationship with the former Dark Lord. There certainly was no other reason for a Nightsister to be running a Sith academy, especially one on Korriban. Regardless, Darth Nyrys was in no mood to indulge the girl’s arrogance. Perhaps the name-dropping had worked for the girl in the past, but as far as she was concerned, the only true measure of a person was their merit and achievements. The girl certainly had an aura of darkness around her, but it was more like unfocused emissions than a mantle of mastered energy. “Darth Nyrys. You’re wounded, was there other combat on the Scarab?”
  8. From the desk of Darth Nyrys In the closing moments moments of the engagement at a civilian banking facility designated Dark Sun Station, Jedi religious extremists and Galactic Alliance ultranationalists overloaded the station’s primary reactor, resulting in a catastrophic meltdown that tragically resulted in the loss of all crew and residents. It was originally believed that the unprovoked attack was intended to facilitate the retrieval of the renegade warlord Raven Zinthos, who was being held for the crimes of treason and collaboration with enemies of the Sith Empire. However, this latest atrocity sends a clear message to the galaxy, a message of uncompromising brutality towards anyone that doesn’t adhere to their fanatical beliefs. I wish I could say that I was shocked by this senseless loss of life, I certainly grieve with the families affected by this act of senseless violence, but the Jedi and their opportunist political allies have have shown time and time again their willingness to embrace acts of terrorism and meaningless slaughter. We remember the Kuati holocaust where the Jedi and their allies murdered trillions, my own kin among them. We remember the last transmissions from Kamino as the medical staff realized that the Jedi were destroying the suspension rigs that kept the cities afloat. We remember the unprovoked attack of Onderon, where the Jedi and Galactic Alliance sought to murder our people and desecrate our sacred sites. And now we will remember the people of Dark Sun Station, victims of a war they didn’t even think that they were a part of. The Jedi and Galactic Alliance sought to cow us with the fires of barbarity and genocide, but the flames will only serve to reforge us as a united people who refuse to see the galaxy slip back into an era of corrupt and bloated political systems propped up by sheltered cult leaders who actively seek to distance themselves from the lives and experiences of their fellow citizens. They call themselves servants of the Force, but all they serve is their own beliefs of how they think the galaxy should function, bringing death and destruction to any that challenge those beliefs. Yet the Emperor is prepared to lay down the lives of his favored sons and daughters as sacrifices on the altar of valor to give the people of the galaxy a shield against the tyrants who would bind them into obedience. I stated earlier that the facility that was destroyed was a financial one, but that is drastically understating the importance to the galactic economy that it represented. Without that financial data we may be looking at one of the biggest galactic depressions in history. However, in order to combat the great threat that our enemies present to our way of life, the Emperor has signed a grand Imperial mandate to rebuild and rearm the true peacekeepers of the galaxy, and for those who wish to stand against fanaticism and oppression, they can do their part both through enlistment and industry. When the Dark Lord peacefully restored Sith sovereignty to Onderon, it was not as a warlord or conqueror, but the statesman of a people looking to reclaim their cultural roots. We did not seek out this conflict, but we will rise to safeguard the people from it. We will burn away the corrupt influence of the Jedi, we will shatter the war machine of tyrannical Galactic Alliance, we will restore order to the core systems that the supposed guardians abandoned to the Crusader menace, and we will restore lawful rule to the galaxy. We are the architects of a better, safer galaxy, and we want you to join us.
  9. The Sith fleet, carrying out its orders, makes final checks before departing into hyperspace to repair and rearm. A heaviness hung in the air that Darth Nyrys, like the last deep breath before plunging into a lake, but she could not put her finger on the source of it. What she could put her finger on was how hauntingly magnetic the Dark Lord’s eyes were. There was an intensity to them, as if when his eyes were on you the rest of the galaxy ceased to exist and you were the only thing that mattered. For the first time in her life, she could confidently accept that degree of examination and not feel ashamed or wanting. With the Sith she had found herself in ways that no other path could have shown her. The most powerful man in the galaxy was looking at her, and it thrilled her. This new smile felt far more like the smile of a man than a monster, and while the whole primal beast thing more than worked for her, this glimpse into another aspect of him felt appealing in its own way. She suffered no misconception that his darkness was just a facade worn by a good or gentle man, he was every bit a killer and a schemer. But the expression suggested complexity and depth to his character, and a willingness to show her at least some degree of that. “If it pleases you, your majesty, I would like to have further conversations with you. The width and depth of your experience and wisdom appeal to me, and judging by your face you find the wit and passion of my words charming. While I have no interest in holding your heart captive and my heart is too mercurial to ever be bound in one place, I would gladly be your confidante, and if you should desire, avail you of my charms. But if your interest in me extends only to conversation I would ask that you not look at me so intently, I have no armor against such a piercing strike, and am helpless to its efficacy.” All of those fantasy novels with proper speech were really paying off when it came to addressing the Emperor. She was resolved in her earlier decision about not fading away, but she had come to the realization that while she wanted a connection with him, she didn’t need a traditional romantic relationship, just like she didn’t need human morality. She was powerful enough to make her own path and to interact with him without being absorbed into his legend. The stars extended into lines of brilliant light as the Sith fleet made the jump to hyperspace.
  10. Nyrys regarded Ca’aran’s image with disdain. Time had put distance between their fight, but she had been focused on other things since then, and had not really parsed through her thoughts and emotions on what had happened. Buried under time’s dust was a smouldering magma flow of emotions that threatened to seize control, and probably would have if she wasn’t acutely aware that the Dark Lord was evaluating her. She had a choice between revenge and ambition, but maybe the math would make the correct answer clearer. In the interest of furthering her apprentice’s training, Nyrys had left the command hub to join the battle directly. Now with the help of a technical officer she reviewed the data of what she had missed. The Sith coalition had traded up across the board, losing three cruisers in exchange for destroying three capital ships, and while it seemed like the terrorists had managed to recover their objective, it wasn’t anyone worth the blood price that the enemy had paid today. A small team would have been far better suited for this objective, but it looked like someone in the enemy command wanted to make a show of force. The outcome certainly could have been worse. “As much fun as it would be to use this moment to settle personal scores, I think that Delta is a tool that we are currently misusing. He’s a hammer, and Black Sun was trying to use him like a screwdriver. If we use him in the proper capacity, it will be a solid investment to retain him, we just shouldn’t expect him to perform in any capacity when it comes to screwing. But don’t worry Delta, we know how to handle tools in the Sith Empire.” A lot of Sith had a tendency to refer to Darth Vader’s methodology when disciplining officers without realizing the underlying context that Darth Vader was a career soldier surrounded by incompetent and untested officers who advanced more through political games than merit. Killing officers over impossible situations wasn’t inspiring better performance through fear, it was throwing homicidal tantrums. “If it pleases your Imperial Majesty, that is my judgement. Besides, nobody hates Delta more than himself, to live is its own punishment for him.”
  11. Discord is a messenger app that we use, there's a widget on the right side of the JediRP main page that will take you to our chat server.
  12. “It’s less about how others would feel about my choices, or even the uglier choices that I’ve had to make, and more about finding a path that reflects my true nature. Everything I was taught about morality growing up was in regards to being a good person or a bad person, but I don’t feel like a person at all. I feel Other, but not profane. Sometimes I feel like a lioness running down hares, bound only by the laws of nature; other times I see injustice and I feel compelled to rip and tear like an avenging angel. I am not meek or mild enough to be a person, I am too principled to be a beast, and I am too mercurial to be a saint. So I want to be a monster from a grim fable, a blood drenched reminder that actions have consequences. Something outside of morality so that I can hurt people the way that they deserve to be hurt. I want to be a righteous devil, baptized in the hot blood of the ill intentioned as a pack of like minded wolves watch me with genuine faith. I want to be the fire that burns away the rot and stagnation from galaxy, naked and indiscriminate with insatiable hunger. You know, typical girl stuff.” Nyrys steeled herself for the next bit, because if she misjudged her place it could end poorly, but if she didn’t show initiative she had no right to what she was asking. “And I’d like to do all of those things from the Throne of the Warrior. I’m hungry enough that I won’t rest on my laurels if you see fit to have me by your side as your martial counsel, and I will never betray you like the Wolf is said to have. I will complete any trial you ask of me, if you find my qualifications uncertain.”
  13. Quick errata for the medical task force on account of the heavy losses/total destruction rules changing. Rules should read as follows: Med/Eng Support Cluster (Frigates): Guardian Angels Blooded: As long as the task force doesn’t engage the enemy, it is considered a war crime to target them. At the end of battle, the Task Force leader picks one allied Task Force that suffered Heavy Losses, the consequences are negated for it. Veteran: At the end of battle, the Task Force leader picks one allied Task Force that suffered Heavy Losses, the consequences are negated for it. He or she also picks one allied task force that was destroyed, that Task Force is instead treated as having suffered Heavy Losses. Elite: At the end of battle, the Task Force leader picks two allied Task Forces that suffered Heavy Losses, the consequences are negated for them. He or she also picks one allied task force that was destroyed, that Task Force is instead treated as having suffered Heavy Losses.
  14. As social technology continues to advance and we find ourselves using Discord for general discussion more and more, our current set up for the community section becomes less and less utilized. The staff would like to redesign the Community section to adapt to the changing times, and would like to hear suggestions for what you would like to see in this area of the site. Preferably, suggestions should focus on sharing information that wouldn't work on Discord due to its ever in motion state. For example, I suggested a cooking sub forum since recipes would get lost quickly on Discord and everyone loves food.
  15. “My King.” Darth Nyrys gracefully stepped onto the bridge, a vision of unearthly carnal beauty fresh from the slaughter of lesser men. She sauntered towards Exodus still riding the twin highs of victory and the consumption of vital essences, and came to a stop far closer than what would be considered a respectable distance. She knelt before her Dark Lord, head bowed in supplication, but then she looked up at him, brilliant emeralds adrift in a sea of crimson. She took her time looking him over, after all, he was a lot to take in. The first time she met him she had been overwhelmed mostly by terror, as is appropriate for who he is, but now she had her wits about her enough to shamelessly objectify him. Unfortunately, however, Darth Nyrys knew enough about history to know what happened to women that fell in love with emperors, and she had no desire to fade away into a footnote in the history books, she had come too far. Even if she really, really wanted to climb that man like a tree. Down girl. Through sheer force of will she redirected her thoughts to more pressing matters. She had to focus on the long term and remember that there were other man trees to climb with fewer political and professional consequences. “One of my apprentices has slain a Jedi in single combat without aid, and as is our way I have bestowed upon him the name Darth Truaillidh. While his combat aptitude is acceptable, I think his greatest contributions to your reign will be in the Krath domains of alchemy and the creation of sithspawn.” She presented Exodus with the data core that Truaillidh had given her earlier. She was still kneeling before him, as he had not permitted her to rise yet. No matter, she could stay on her knees for as long as… No, bad brain. Motherpfasker. “Also, if it pleases you, would you permit me a conversation about the nature of monsters? I feel more and more distant from the person I was, in terms of what I feel is right and wrong, and being a good monster wasn’t a course they offered at uni.”
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