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  1. Liam let a soft smile creep across his face. A face that had been beaten into a ruin and repaired far before its time. The smile caught the long line of scar tissue that traced from one corner of his mouth as his eyes looked at the back of his Lieutenants neck. He knew her smile was matching his, though her face had not seen the doom of coruscant in quite the same way his had. She had been there with their commanding officer, hunting Liam and his mandalorians in the deep tunnels of that destroyed cityscape. He had seen the wroth of the spider first hand. And he had personally burned his effigy of Kad Ha’Rangir in the weeks after. For he had no need of such a weak god. Not when gods walked among them. “I think brother that you did not experience our ruin.” Liam’s voice crackled in his throat as his lieutenant let him speak again. “You were not there when the crusade died its death. We thought that Chandrila was our true doom, where Manda’lor fell. But the heart was cut from us at Coruscant. I speak with authority that the Spider lay the crusade beneath the earth. Kad Ha’Rangir, if he ever existed, was merely a shadow of the Spider. A forerunner.” The lieutenant cut back in with a raised hand. “You speak of failed battles, and the fall of spiders as if you have some shred of experience. Tell me, what great Lords of the Sith have you faced and destroyed in battle? What great Jedi? You may be filled with words, but I have given you the terms of service. Strip yourself of everything, past and future dreams, only then will you be able to serve the Spider. For if you want to see power and glory in war that is the only way.” She gestured and the red haired teenager turned her head back towards the Mandalorian. Her cybernetic unit flashing a long logarithm. She stepped forward when the lieutenant spoke again. “This is Æthe 43391, the daughter of our commanding officer. She will help you if you need assistance in taking off your armour. But you have your decision. Now take it.” In the background more soldiers began to appear. Though not in class A uniforms, these were heavily armoured and outfitted.
  2. Liam’s eyes narrowed a fraction of a millimeter, then he gave a sidelong glance to his lieutenant whose smile gave him a momentary shiver. They had been at Coruscant, Liam had served and nearly died for the warrior god, and the long scar that bisected his torso told its own tale. The blood on his hands told another albeit shorter tale. He opened his mouth to rebut the mandalorians request but his smiling lieutenant interjected before he could. “Will we accept you? Why should we take the scattered remnants of a failed crusade? Who forges a chain with links already broken? Your god decided you were the chaff that fed the fire. There is only one god, and that is the Spider. The Lord of Shadows. We burned ten thousand of your crusaders alive in the ruins of Hesperidium. Those that survived we remade in our own fire.” She gave a meaningful look to his beskar, and his broken eyes. “We will not take you as you are. Strip yourself bare. Leave everything behind, every bit of armour, every scrap of pride. Every part of you must belong to the Spider. Only then will we accept you into the Emperor’s army. Into the fire you will step again, and you will be remade into a warrior worthy of the title.” She looked back to the redhaired girl, and nodded. She looked away, the blinking on her cybernetic unit dulling to a faded red. “Well?” _________________ As she began to work on her kit Delta stepped away, walking a brisk path back to his shuttle, where he napped open the high bandwidth antenna and plugged it into his datapad. He waited until the light blinked then turned a solid green, then he pressed the database uplink on the datapad, connecting him through the SCI interface to the central computer of his military attache on the Hellkite. It took a few moments for her to response. “Delta, access code 43002. Research Darkwatch. Send everything you pull to my datapad.” “Copy commander. Files are marked with red tags.” He disconnected the SCI and waited until his datapad had populated with hundreds of files sent down from the Hellkite. He read the attached report and operational status which read that the Darkwatch had been labelled defunct some ten years before. During the late days of the Deton Empire. Back when Delta had been a part of the great golden black sun. He grimaced and snapped the datapad shut. There was much to think about. Several hours later he pushed open the door to her forge. He knocked softly on the door and waited until she had turned around. “I would love a partner.” and his gaze took in the dead slave, then refocused on the beautiful Sith. His face did not change. “Not just a lover, or dark ritual partner, As fun as those things are.” His gaze drifted back to her forge before refocusing again on her. “Worth a try I think.” But could such a thing last?
  3. “You see Æthe?” Lieutenant Hensi painted a gloved hand towards the target, which was now sporting a good sized burn on its upper torso. The black circle now even darker, the edges still glowing a bit from the energy discharge. The young girl beside her, let a sly smile creep across her heavily freckled face as she set the blaster pistol down on the bench in front of her. Hensi drew the silent girl into a quick hug, which left the girl even more speechless. “I knew you could do it. You just needed to press through the frustration.” The girl hesitated then buried her head into the shoulder of the other woman, basking in the hug and letting the feel of it wash through her. She committed the feeling to her frost-storage memory bank. Undeleteable but still accessible. Alongside the other compliments her dad and friends had given her. Little nuggets of humanity, and something she would access before bed. It was not as good as being tucked into bed, the nanny droid tried that, and Æthe did not care for it. But still the memories gave her much comfort as she drifted into a recharge cycle. Her clear blue eyes glanced up from Hensi’s shoulder at the meteor descending towards their landing area. Hensi heard the sonic boom and also felt Æthe stiffen so she let go of her and turned towards the platform as a metallic beast descended from the sky and settled down on the rocky formation that comprised Darkhand’s makeshift platform. She narrowed her eyes against the blinding swarm of rockdust that was kicked up by the microengines on the Basilisk. “Corporal Liam, Hensi, landing pad. Now!” She called into the mic that was attached to the lapel of her class B uniform. She did not wait for the newest member of the SOG to respond, but pushed Æthe behind her and strode to the edge of the primitive landing pad as Corporal Liam came running to join them, his stern face showing what he thought of this Mandalorian. He spared a glance at his lieutenant then turned his stoic face back towards the landing pad. He had served beside many of these kinds of mandalorians. And many of their corpses still lay unburied in the ruins of Coruscant. He stepped forward and joined Æthe and Hensi, his blonde hair blowing about his face as the engines shut down. He raised a hand in greeting. “Vode’an brother. Tell me what is your purpose? You come here to join the military?”
  4. “Captain don’t you think we have had enough of the religious Zealots?” The captain shook his head, a smile brimming on his pale lips. “Now now Corporal, our entire Empire is based off religious zealotry. Don’t you forget it and curse the force or something foolish like that. In fact…” He pulled up his datapad. “There was a unit that took in a large amount of ex mandalorian kad’harangir bullshittists back on Coruscant.” He thumbed through the display. “Yes there we have it. Darkhand. Assigned to base 42. Send him there. And if he doesn’t go, well let the citizens see a micrometeor shower of beskar pieces eh?” “Yes Captain.” The comms corporal clicked over the transceiver to address the mandalorian. “Yes you are free to descend to platform 42. Its a stone pad so don’t come in too hard. Copy?”
  5. Lock target. The great bastion turrets of the Golan defense platforms swiveled incrementally in their mighty gaskets to track the single person snub fighter. A snub fighter that had dropped out of hyperspace despite not having a hyperspace drive in its small beskar carcass. But the gunnery team did not much care about the capabilities of a single fighter. They left that to the garrison star watch commander. Who happened to be sitting along the taffrail of the command deck, and walked briskly to his comm station. “Permission denied unknown Mandalorian. Please state your business. You have ten seconds to comply.” He personally hoped the mandalorian wouldn’t answer. They had not killed anything since the abortive attempt of the Galactic Alliance several years before and his teams needed the practise. _________________ In a few moments Delta had restowed his equipment, and a quick wash brought the luster of life back into his skin. Brushing in the blood and gore before sitting down on one of the mansions overstuffed chairs and looking at his newly redskinned lover. “Of course.” It was not an easy thing to rebuild an old archetype of soldier, he had been so many himself. An ARC, a mercenary, Redhand, then red dawn, then black sun again, a Darkhand officer. He could barely count them all in his head, but he did not have to. They were in the past. And this woman, and the Sith Empire were his future. “I have established a military school at Anaxes after all, and out of this planet and that we could build quite a force. Tell me more about them?” He stood and began a stretching routine as he listened to her reply,
  6. It could not be said that Ca’Aran did not enjoy himself. The passion was there, the lust, the pure bestial urges. It was all there, bounding about the room like a danse macabre, a celebration of base desire. Though he would not have called it evil, it left a pale aftertaste. An almost poison, a sickly aura, and deep inside he could feel that small voice crying out in pain. He was bonded again behind the veil of the Sith Lords. A step away from a permanent doom. But it was everything he could want. And when he ignored that voice he could stomach even the most perverse of his desires. Afterall he had already fallen, right? There was no path to redemption for him, and he was so tired of restraining himself. This was no golden dawn of riches and whores like the Black Sun had given him. The Sith were more simple, and this desire far more base. So he let the voice fall away, blocking his internal ear, and surrendered himself fully to Ailbasí Zirtani. And their passion stained the room like blood. For when they emerged from the chrysalis of passion, she was changed as was he. He had not felt the release of desire since the end of the Clone Wars. When he had committed his first life altering Sin. A young red headed Jedi Knight had paid the price of that sin, gasping out her lifeblood on the end of his shimmering vibroknife. A first love. The last pure love he had ever felt. Now he emerged from this Sin changed again. He had shaken off the chains of his past, leaving the conscience beaten like the ruins of Ailbasí’s corpse. Sprawled and bloody, something to be cleaned up by the servants. But she had changed more. Though perhaps he could only see the exterior changes. He smiled at her new form, the pure red of her skin, the sharp crests of almost keratinous skin. His speaking was slow, almost like he was trying to speak past a tied tongue. And the voice that echoed out had no accent of the Core Worlds. It was the voice of twenty four million men. Of whom only a few remained. “We can order whatever you would like. Nerfs, Neks, Bothans.” He reached for his comm link and dialed the military outpost, opening the line to the cafe. But his humour felt odd and out of character. So he simply pointed the comm’s speaker towards Ailbasí and let her order what she would want.
  7. “Now mistress, that is quite enough. Your father stated that he would be back in 2.0 hours. Though it has been 3.0 hours that is not outside the normal parameters of the Empire’s missions.” Æthe trembled with anger as she stood in opposition to the now repaired nanny droid. Before striding forward and slamming her hand against its photoreceptors. The droid rebounded against the wall and finally shut up. And the girl was left with a very sore hand for her troubles. ______________ “Dismissed. Return to quarters, I will see you all in a few hours no doubt.” He turned to his Lieutenant. “Get some rest, and an extra ration of spirits for the men. We are on stand down for the next week. Let them have their peace and fun. But not too much. We aren’t back in Black Sun.” Lieutenant Hensi smiled under her helmet, then gave him a crisp salute before leading the men back to the shuttles. Delta walked after the beautiful Sith Lord to their shuttle and saluted the dark skinned Sith lord he saw on the way. A fresh recruit from the labyrinth at Korriban no doubt. But every one of them was welcomed in this long war. He followed Ailbasí into the shuttle and set his helmet into the locker beside his seat. He sat down behind the pilot and motioned her to sit beside him. And when the shuttle was in the air, rocketing towards her new base of operations he broke the silence. “So how are you doing. Other than being undead and all that.”
  8. “Well of course we evacuated the hospital. Just because I want you to fight beside us, doesn’t mean I absolutely trust you. If you decided you didn’t want to join us, or were like a Jedi spy or something we would have had to put you down like a dog. Surely you understand.” Delta looked sideways at Ailbasí as he finished his sentence. Then looked back to the one time member of the Sith Trinity. “Playdates are boring anyway when we have got a galaxy load of jedi to murder. What do you say, want to pick back up the old warhammer and knock down some Jedi Masters?” The men at the bottom of the stairs relaxed hearing the tone of voice from their commanding officer. His two lieutenants letting long held breaths out in a long sigh. Was it finally time to get back to relaxing? Or at least sleeping?
  9. The distant vapour trails of a half dozen squadrons of TIE fighters crisscrossed the skies far overhead as they made their way onto the landing pad. A mass of commandos waited behind them should the event take a nasty turn. Delta stepped up and started to slowly walk towards the Sith Master. “Look you were accused of hurting the Dark Lord. And to be honest I don’t give two kriffs about that, it's not a great high crime or felony to go pulling a warhammer on the Dark Lord in the old spirit of Sith Lord love and honour.” Delta raised his hands to show he had no intention of killing or subverting the Sith Lord. "In fact it's something I admire." He shrugged. “I would like to offer you a position in the Sith military if you would have it. We could use someone like you.” He grinned under his helmet. “We saw how you destroyed that Jedi Knight, and we would love you to do it some more...”
  10. Merry Christmas Sithdog, so glad to see you again!
  11. “Now miss Zirtani, those are the kindest words that have been spoken to me since…” What had it been, a decade? Two? He couldn't tell, but all that he felt for the briefest moment was a pure and unadulterated love for the Sith Lord. One that would have shown very obviously on his face if it was not covered by a helmet. It was a lovely feeling, even while fleeting, it made him feel more alive than he had felt for a very long time. He was glad of it, even as fleeting as it might have been. “A very long time at least. If I could somehow take back the things I said, I would. Let us talk more of this after we catch this bastard, Just know if this goes sideways I care very deeply for you.” Delta tapped the side of his holstered blaster pistol, almost absentmindedly as they walked quickly through the screaming and sprinting hospital staff. His eyes flickering between the seething mass of scared humanity and the Sith Lord beside him. He roughly shoved a male nurse out of the way, sending the man hurtling aside as the soldiers behind began to round the hospital staff up. If the escapee was hiding among the fleeing personnel then Darkhand would find him. It would likely end up with one hell of a lot of dead doctors but that was just the price of doing business. “I did know your father, I still know him in a way.” He shoved another doctor aside as he cleared the way towards where the Captive was likely heading. “I fought against him in a number of places during the old Red Dawn and Black Dawn era of the Black Sun. Not directly thank the force, but against his forces.” Another shove and another memory bounced up from his mind. “I may have been a very tiny cog in a very large gear at that point in my not so illustrious career, but I knew his name.” He looked back at her as they made their way past the last of the staff. He pointed to one of the Darkhand sergeants and made a sign using the age old hand signals that had been created by Ailbasís own father. The sergeant opened a case and tossed Delta the lightsaber he had taken off the now very much extinct Sith species Jedi Knight. It was a saber spear, unwieldy and completely unusable in regards to reflecting blaster bolts, but it would serve the purpose needed. “He was a great Sith Master.” Delta looked up towards the vaulted ceiling as they made their way up the stairs, as if the Sith Master would appear as if summoned. “Dagon was his name. The Dark Father of the Krath.” He left that name hanging in the air and pressed the sabre into her hand. “Perhaps we need a very long conversation if we make it out of this alive.” He could hear movement ahead on the staircase and with a bound up the stairs Delta could see the man ascending. Very likely the target. He did not unholster his blaster. But he kept a hand on it. "Master Kakuto Ryu., stop! You are needed and I would ask you kindly to stop scaring the staff of this hospital.”
  12. Hello, while there is not an option to start a character at the Knight level as a new player, we would be happy to help coordinate a background with you so you can easily slide through the new player experience! Have you joined the discord? Hit me up there or on PMs so I can help,
  13. He reached a hand out and lay it softly on the woman’s shoulder. He gave it a slight squeeze before letting it drop. It was a gesture of both trust and good will, if not also thanks and appreciation. She was going through a hell that he could not know, and her journey would take her far into the wall of the storm. For good or ill she had decided her path. “Thank you Ailbasí.” He looked off towards the medical facility as the jump hatch pulled back from the shuttle. “I am sorry for what I did.” He sighed and pulled his grey helmet back over his head. The Visor remained dark for a moment before it lit up with a dull red glow. Matching the hundreds of other helmets that were now being put on around the facility as the soldiers of the Sith Marines began to surround the army hospital. He turned back to her as they began to walk towards the main entrance. The dead looking ‘T’ visor and synthetic voice portraying little if any of the emotion he actually felt. “Death is written like a thick ink across both of our faces. Death becomes all that I love. And it had certainly come to you.” He felt a regret instantly at saying it. As if admitting to his guilt somehow made it all the more real. But he plowed on. “Every good work I have done turns to death. Perhaps it is the divine is forcing me to reap the bitter tears I sewed years ago.” Delta’s fingers drummed nervously on the handle of his pistol as he continued. “I made a promise Ailbasí, I promised I would protect you. I promised I would protect you with every ounce of my being and now… look how i have failed you. Failed Him.” So I am sorry Ailbasí. And I am sorry to your Father for failing you. But I will not do so again.” His helmet looked up at the sky as if looking for a spirit among the spotted clouds. “I have reaped what I have sown. So I must thank you for wading into the storm beside me. Despite my failures.” The doors opened up before them as medical staff came running out with their hands raised. “Here is to peace in our time, no matter the cost.”
  14. “And just what was holding you back?” The flashing red light and siren blasted any good attempt of conversation away and left Delta with little room to talk. A quick glance at his comm and attached datapad told him it was from the medical hospital about a kilometer away from the barracks. And As he considered the opening move, the majority of his strike team came boiling into ranks in front of him and miss Zirtani. He gave her a wary and friendly smile before dismissing Æthe with a glance and a quick hug. Then he looked out at the tired mass of men and women. “All right we have a possible containment breech of a high level force user. Possible Jedi Knight or Corrupted Sith Lord. Whatever was on that spasted star destroyer, looks like we brought it back with us. Medics, administer Medperanazine. As per protocol.” He gave his men an apologetic look and mimicked a shrug. “Sorry for the letdown tonight lads, nothing else we can do after a 20 hour deployment. Drink water and get into the transports. When we get home we will have a party and work off the drugs okay?” They all saluted. Armoured arms crashing across their chests in a melody of noise. “Surround the hospital and prepare strike teams. Myself and our Sith Companion here will make first entry and discern the danger. You know those Sec boys, They are notoriously jumpy.” And as a unit they moved to the short hop transports. Delta escorting the lovely Sith Lord. When they were seated for the less than a minute flight he held out his arm so that she could see the screen of the datapad that was mounted there. “Kakuto Ryu. If you know the name it means the hammer is right behind it. There’s a statue of him on Korriban you know. One of the old trinity at the battle of Gala. When the music starts its a damn tune to dance to.” So he was either an ally, or a very dangerous enemy. But he found himself grinning at her despite it all. Whichever way this went it was good to see her again. And the shuttle touched down outside the hospital with a flurry of blown dust and small branches.
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