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  1. A very well written duel to the both of you. It was nice to see both characters utilize fairly rare force powers that showed both their skill in the force as well as relative creativity. The focus of this duel really came down to both damage and force powers used. Krath, I think from a mod perspective you took a little too much damage here, even coming to the point of almost losing the connection to the force and having to kill a lot of civilians to restore it. While I love that your respected WJ’s attacks so much, and you really played off Malacia very well, it went a bit too far into just taking attack after attack in the face, which did not leave you with a lot of ground to stand on in the endgame of the duel. Again, I want to reiterate that respecting attacks is great but perhaps this went a little too far. That and lightning being a very addressable attack left you with little forward momentum. As Such the duel goes narrowly to Kirlocca. You both did incredibly well however, and this was a tough fight from the start as it was Lord vs Master. I congratulate you Krath for taking on such a hard fight and giving it your all.
  2. “Push ahead my Lord, kill that blasted prince and I’ll take care of the rest.” Delta and his men began to lay down a withering fire upon the Prince and his men. Now it was up to the Sith Lord to finish this.
  3. Breakdown: Both played their characters very well, I would like to congratulate Leena on playing to her character’s strength, and Mordecai for playing to his strength as well. Both were very well characterized, and the cinematics of the fight were impressive. There was very little use of terrain, but this did not matter all that much. This was a close quarters fight the entire time, which I think should tell Jedi to never trust a Sith ‘who just wants to talk.’ The duel will be going to Lord Mavenger Now let me break down why. Mavenger was able to hold control of the fight the entire time. At no point was Leena able to take back control of the fight, and though this fits her character it does not fit a fight at all. A note on Defensive play: This is something that is relatively new in the RP, and I want to acknowledge that with this kind of dueling style being very new there can be some growing pains. While playing defensively as a Jedi is a great idea and one I myself wish to explore, there was no way for Leena to actually finish this fight. At this point she has sustained far too much damage, and while that is a good thing, (It respects your opponent’s attacks), you gave far too much ground to Mavenger. Taking no offensive action in the second post, even if it was simply summoning the force to throw him away, was a risky play that unfortunately failed here. Taking every single blow from a warrior is a death sentence. And though it was played off well, there were better approaches here. (Force leaping away, telekinetic shields, etc) In closing, defensive play is something I want to see on this site, but you must still have a way of projecting yourself onto the duel or changing the momentum. A note on Finishing the fight: A force throw is a good move for a second post, but it was not something that would have stopped the fight completely. It had no ability to stop the fight in Leena’s favour. Perhaps a focused Healer’s light like was used in the first post of the duel may have been more effective. Something to disable the enemy without killing him would have been perfect to use here. Other Notes: Mavenger, I did notice you essentially handwaved Leena's first attack. Considering the amount of punishment she took form the first attack, it would have been sporting to repay the favour. Not a deciding factor, but it would have tilted the fight into a win for Leena if things had been even.
  4. The round blew through the AT-PTs canopy with little care for the driver who had just celebrated the arrival of a new kid. Well at least the little brat wouldn’t be an orphan. Then the scout walker was picked up and hurled into the distant building where its fuel reserves and ammunition storage exploded in a burst of fire and white phosphorus. Not enough to take down the building of course, but they had other objectives. “Push forward to the palace. Leave these snipers to the Navy. Lieutenant Jisara?” He looked at the Sith Lord and shrugged. “Lieutenant Sembree grab the second laser des and follow this Lord.” She nodded and bounded after Akheron while the other lieutenant brought up the monocular like device and played its laser across the base of the huge apartment complex. She found a good spot with direct reflection to the sky and then hit her comm link. “Echo three one, to Hellkite actual. Requesting fire support mission. Designation in place.” The static that echoed back in her ears told her that the Star destroyer above was at least listening to the transmission, then the sound of fire control’s voice echoed through her helmet. He had a thick outer rim drawl, but he was fast. “Understood Echo Three One. Adjusting perimeters, fire coming in.” It only took five or so seconds, then the word through her designator turned an eerie white. The blast wave hit them all next, sending a mass of dust up as three turbolaser blasts hit the top of the apartment complex and split it open like a muja fruit. Fire jutted for a moment from every window, then the building cracked apart, its interior turned to duracrete slag. Delta grinned under his helmet and watched as another trio of turbolaser blasts lit up the sky where the Sith Lord was making his moves. He looked sideways to the great Hutt and shrugged. “You may have the force, but we have the Imperial Navy.”
  5. Delta snapped another quick and efficient salute towards the Sith Lord. “If you so desire, then let's begin the push.” He adjusted the quick detach sling on his rifle and gestured to his unit. “Advance alongside the AT-PTs. We have a short jog ahead of us, expect enemy contact as soon as we get close to Objective. Lord of Madness, as soon as we hit stiff resistance if you may grant us your powers of battle meditiation I would be much obliged.” He gestured again and the units began to move. Five squads per AT-PT and one of the efficient scout walkers per street towards the palace. With additional squads and heavy weapons held back in reserve for when they needed the heavy firepower.
  6. “Get those AT-PTs unloaded as fast as you can, we need a perimeter at the vizier’s palace. First and se-” “Commander, locals coming in fast. Possible partizans?” Nara Sembree held up the high focus binoculars and Delta pressed the eyecup against his ‘T’ visor. He broke into an unrestrained grin under his helmet and passed the binoculars back to the lieutenant. “No need to worry, these are reinforcements...” He let his voice trail off. “...of a kind.” He snapped a stiff salute at the mighty Hutt as his oddly decorated chariot LAV came to a screeching halt beside the Sith drop ship. The rest of his command team instantly knelt. “Lord Sheogorath, did you tire of eating Jedi Knights and wanted to join in the chaos and ugliness of world conquest?” He gestured towards the distant palace whose four spires stood out like some hagia sophia of the Yellow District. Distant puffs or white smoke told the story of the heavy artillery that was beginning their ugly work. “There are princes and princesses that have to be killed, captured, or ransomed. Or something like that.” An artillery shell exploded a Sith Shuttle above them, raining bodies and equipment like a summer rain. “Spast it all. Company form up, we are going to extract that kriffing prince dead or alive.”
  7. The Sith armada slipped out of hyperspace with all the grace of a nek battle dog in heat. Or like a holonet forum poster resurrecting a thread that had been archived for the better part of two decades. Swarms of starfighters unlimbered from their carriers and flashed towards the green gem of a planet. This planet, this society, had not seen war in a generation. Having been relatively spared during the great war of generations past, the Falleen had kept mostly to themselves. For what was there to gain from the planet of biological abnormalities? Slaves they had and sold in plenty. Women, especially those with pheromones like the Falleen’s were in high demand, from Hutt’s palaces on Tatooine to the strip poles on old Ryssk. So What was there to gain when everything they had could be bought? Undying control could never be bought, it had to be taken with force. And the Sith would bring their chain and their fist. Simply put, the princedoms would bow low before the banner of the black spider, or they would die. And if there was ever a sign of stirring to freedom, The Sith Navy would ensure that it would die in a nuclear holocaust. Falleen Space Command was issued a strict warning over Guard frequencies. No ships would escape from the gravity well that was now billowing from the four projectors in the Abides thick hull. And the Princes would all join the Sith Leadership aboard the Star Destroyer Hellens. Or they would die. As for the Darkhand commandos? Their drop ships were already streaking towards the surface.
  8. Delta looked sideways at the Sith Lord known simply as Akheron, then snapped his attention to the Sith in overall command of the campaign. “Will all due respect to Lord Akheron, Imperial troops and commandos are issued helmets with built in filtration of up to a hundredth of a micron. Add to that a Decree that anyone caught attempting to use biological weapons to influence soldiers results in the death of not only them but their entire communities and those that shelter them, and we won’t have much of a problem. In my opinion sir.” He let his gaze return to the holomap. “Other than that it should not be too hard to maintain control of a species with a strict hierarchy. Take their leadership, and they fall.”
  9. The Anaxes wargroup arrived, heralded by the old model Victory class Star Destroyer Hellkite. Which slipped out of hyperspace over the dusty planet, maneuvering below the horizon line and dropping into orbit outside the rest of the fleet. The commander of the fleet element transmitted orders to his attache and the three special operations companies making up Darkhand received preliminary orders for stand down and their commanders were dispatched to the Fleet Command vessel. Delta, his lieutenants, and the two other captains made their way by shuttle. This was objectively the largest joint command group he had seen since Dark Sun and when he was ushered into the briefing room, he was in the company of many sith lords. But he was the leader of the SOG, and a well respected commander. He saluted the commanding officer and stayed silent. He was a soldier and had no sith magic at his disposal. Just decades of experience, which he hoped would even the odds.
  10. Sergeant Luiam nodded briskly as he settled himself into the crash webbing, the drop shuttle was thickly packed with troops, but that was the reality of the Imperial Army. If they dropped straight into fire then there would be hell to pay, and he had seen the Army pay far more hell for far smaller objectives. It would be a cold day in the coriellian hells before a recruit as cocky and self sure as this one made it three steps outside of a landing craft before a laser or mass driver blew itself through his empty eyesockets. The galaxy had its way of bringing everyone low. And he looked forward to showing this recruit the failings of Kad Ha’rangir. “Now we deploy to the destroyer. We have an access hatch to a break room if needed, but its essentially only a refresher. Use it if you feel like you want to vomit. Everyone does during their time in real combat.” He grinned under his ‘T’ visor and left the conversation there. But one of the corporals near the rear of the craft spoke up. “You worked for Black Sun? Did you know Captain Delta?’ ___________________________ A alarm sounded deep in the halls of the Darkhand commando unit, they had already been divided in half by the earlier deployment, but now a new Sith Lord had called for their assistance. They lived to serve and so did their commander. He had been bred for it. He glanced to his datapad the and then gestured to the two now very tired Lieutenants. He gave Nyrys a loving embrace and a soft kiss. “Don’t change too much. I kinda like this body.” He winked then took off at a jog with his compatriots. Geonosis He shook his head. Far too many memories there.
  11. The two Sith soldiers shared a side eye glance before slowly nodding. They both could feel the apprehension in the air, but knew they had to do their duty. Though how far their bonds of loyalty to Delta could be stretched to appease his newest toy they themselves did not know. But he had not steered them wrong thus far, so they would weather this storm. Or at least that's what they believed. Delta was not so sure, and apprehensively leaned against he wall, his pale blue eyes flicking from his two officers to Nyrys and back. Silently praying that they would not hate him too much for this. - Gerald Frostwin - The rush. Gods what a rush. He could almost feel the relaxing loss of control that came with the glitterstim. It wasn’t so much a stimulant now, it hadn’t been for a very long time. How old had he been when he first felt the rush? Eight? Nine? Mum had been in a good mood and had shared a little dab from the fingernail to rub on his gums. What had happened to her anyway? But his memory of her was as fleeting as the rush itself. Her memories had been trodden down like grass under the boots of a battalion. Rush after rush, and little by little her face had been swept away. Trampled under the glitterstim, pulled beneath the rushing blood in his veins. That faceless face still smiled though, its form a liquid instead of a pure and unadulterated face. Perhaps he imagined a smile, like people could see Tuk'ata in the clouds. But I gave that all up right? It didn’t matter, the rush was there, he could feel it. Or was it there? The feelings certainly were. The familiar friends of broken promises and shattered dreams were there. He could almost feel their embrace, their sorrowful nudging that he deserved this. He just needed the Rush to get through. He could always give it up another day. But I did give it up and you can’t even see the needle marks any more. I can taste the food I eat. In fact I can still taste the stimcafe from this morning. He blinked, and gasped, pushing the rush out of his mind. She was good. Damn her she was good. He forced a smile. “Almost got me there. Took me way back.” Back to better times. Where the only thing he had to worry about was where to get the next score.... - Sigrid Hensi - Spasted spiders. They even got here to the bloody new construction? Sigrid wrinkled the bridge of her nose and crushed the thing with the toe of her boot. She could feel the pop of its carcass, the rupturing of its abdomen as she pressed down, and the satisfactory splatter of blood that arced its way a few inches from the well shined toe of her issued boot. How had she gotten here, how had she become so attached to this captain? She knew that she had no romantic call, she was no beautiful Tares, or funny Haylee, and she still stood here, Alive. Through it all at least she had lived, even as everything she loved died while she screamed in useless denial. Love. Was she broken? Tares and Haylee had gone through what she had, they had all been fighting since their early teens, first in black sun then into the Sith Empire. How many years had they served together and how many of those young smiling faces were now rotting in graves on a dozen planets? How many friends had died? And how many… Loves? She had certainly loved Haylee. And So did the Captain. But she owed him more than anyone she had ever known. Memories came fast from her childhood. Remember when mom overdosed in the new home we had been given? A knife and blood on the flood of the pantry. A screaming and premature infant. A new sister. A new mouth to feed. Another child born addicted. But she had been pulled out of all that. Rescued at the end of a blaster rifle. She scratched at an itch and felt something other than her own flesh. Another spider. And in fact there were dozens of them. She flicked away another, then froze. It had been so subtle! She let the fear deescalate and then cocked a grin at the red woman. If spiders were all that she had thrown at her, she couldn't really be all that bad right? She had to get to know her. Somehow. __________________ “Get to the shuttles, line by line. Your equipment will be on the racks above your jumpseats. Get dressed into your armour, we are getting more than flighttime, prepare for close orbital insert. Solid copy?” Liam took his chalks of men and made sure they were well situated. He glanced at the newest recruit who was now seated in front of him. “Have you ever orbital inserted Twenty-Three?”
  12. Sergeant Laim leaned forward from where he was standing and brought his hand straight into the back of the Mandalorians head. Enough to make the man see stars, if his empty eyesockets could see such a thing. But it was not a challenge of some kind of honour duel; it was a cuff of reproach, fitting of a backtalking private to his sergeant. “Get in line Twenty-Three. Whoever you were before has no relevance now.” He raised his voice so that the entire Fifty-Fifth special operations could hear him. “Company, Fall In!” The first battalion began their run, a light 20 kilometer run, before they wheeled back into the Sith Barracks. It left none of them winded, but when orders finally came in the Special Operations Group would answer. “Company gather your equipment, we are going on a fast deployment, Twenty Three your equipment will be in your locker. Looks like we will be giving the Rebel Alliance a treat. Report back to the drop shuttles, ASAP.”
  13. Frostwin scowled as he jogged through the dense jungle forest outside Iziz. He could feel the familiar burn of his heavy breathing against the cool morning air, as his lungs struggled to keep up with the now nearing 20 kilometer run. His scowl was more concerning their situation of course, not his aqt his companion, the much younger Lieutenant of the Darkhand commando’s, Sigrid Hensi. “Captains fouled up again you think?” He said this at barely above a whisper, almost as if the long dead spirits of the Sith that haunted this planet would tattletail on him. Sigrid grimaced and slowed their jog into a walk as they wound their way through a stand of trees. “His love life is none of our concern, but…” But it was their concern, and it always had been. So she left the question unanswered, because it was fairly obvious to everyone in Darkhand that had been with the captain since Black Sun. The captain had fallen for another sithari sorcerer, and whenever he did that, death and destruction usually followed. Long before it had been Dathomir, then Dark Sun, and now this. And the two most loyal of Lieutenants could not but feel dread when they had received the summons to the newly built base on the outskirts of Iziz. What darkness awaited them? But they spoke nothing more and walked into the new Sith construction in their class B uniforms, slightly soaked with sweat. An odd pair, an old man and a young woman. Both representing their captain’s past and the old wounds he carried. One had been a child soldier, the other a spice ridden thug from Al-Kerra. They were reflections of their captain, more than he knew. They saluted Delta and the Sith Lord. And reported for duty. “Welcome.” Delta said, his clear blue eyes taking in their barely concealed worry. "This is Lord Nyrys, who will be conducting a brief and stimulating experiment. We have to be ready to face the Jedi and this will help prepare you."
  14. At a certain point Lieutenant Hensi realized that the Mandalorian had taken her very literally. She had more meant him to strip down to his undergarments, but she did not blame him for his interpretation. When She saw where it was going, she pointed to the barracks and Aeth ran back to her rooms. She was not a young girl, but even a girl in her late teens did not need to be exposed to every bit of a mandalorian. The rest of the soldiers looked on with little emotion, the few ex mandalorians, those that had survived the ruin of Coruscant, kept their eyes on him. There was honour here, even in the humiliation. They had all gone through it themselves. He had made the first step on a very long journey into the heart of the Sith Lords. The Lieutenant beckoned to one of the subalterns, a corporal in the grey on grey livery of the Logistics corps who stepped forward with a bundle of clothes and armour. He handed it to the naked mandalorian and stepped away. “Dress, then you will join us for the afternoon run.” She handed him a datapad. “Soldier 23-55SA. You are assigned to First Battalion, under Sergeant Liam here. Fall in when you are dressed.” And the with a ring of a bell, the battalion fell in, the special operations group soldiers making long crisp lines in their pale red class b’s. ________________________________ Delta considered a moment while he held the Sithari woman in a close hug, his clear blue eyes sliding from her new gauntlets to her beautiful face. His mind flew back to the end of the last great war, those few soldiers of the Black Sun he had chosen to elevate above their stations to be his knights errant. Those brief glimpses of smiling faces, fierce set jaws, blaster fire, and the smell of death that came to the surface of his mind caused the smile to stale on his face. Frozen in the mimicry of happiness, until the memories of those friends who now lay in their burned bones in the burned forests of dathomir, faded. To be replaced by the faces of his new soldiers, his battalion. Now bearing little resemblance to the black sunners they had once been. Many had died, too many, but their replacements had been of stronger stuff. “I have some selections, mostly my current command staff but they have survived much worse.” He kissed her firmly on her crimson forehead then took a step back to summon his command team. Lieutenants Hensi and Frostwin were called for and they would come at the run. He looked back to the Sith Lord and cocked a smile across his face. This was not a mocking smile, but one of actual pleasure. He reached for his helmet. “But perhaps you could test me as well? I would love to see what you are capable of…”
  15. 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.
  16. 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?
  17. “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?”
  18. “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?”
  19. 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,
  20. 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.
  21. “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.”
  22. “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?
  23. 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...”
  24. “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.”
  25. 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.”
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