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  1. As Karys waited, his thoughts drifted in the force...he took in the Darkness around him, feeling invigorated by it's embrace. His meditation was soon interrupted as his call for assistance was answered. However, his suspicions arise slightly that someone seemed to have been looking for him. Darth Mavanger, it was not a name with which he was familiar among the Sith. But he did need allies, so cautiously he chose to accept the invitation to meet. At least for now. Deciding to see where this went, he answered the communication and set a course for the the starport. "Greetings, Captain Hurst. I am not quite sure how you know of my return, but I'm certain that question shall.he answered soon enough. You have my thanks for expediating my return to the surface. It appears much has changed since I have returned. Perhaps this Darth Mavanger, you speak of will provide some much needed answers. As such I agree to meet you and perhaps him, in time. Regardless, I shall see you shortly Captain." With that he ended the communication, having been given clearance, he was easily able to reach the surface, the good captain had even arranged a fighter escort until he breached the atmosphere, at which point they broke off. Landing, Darth Akheron, noted his new surroundings. The whole area was alive, with Darkness everywhere, permeating everything. It was a delight. As he walked, he embraced the Dark around him. Approaching the honour guard, Karys nodded his head in a slight bow, one of respect to them and then to Captain Hurst, whom he spotted waiting for him. Walking up to the man, he extended a hand of greeting. "Greetings. You must be Captain Hurst, I presume. It is a pleasure to see you face to face, and to be among such company again. I have been gone far too long, it is time our enemies again know the Lord Of Wrath has returned to deliver the Wrath Of the Sith and The Spider upon them. Speak as we walk, you need have no fear of me. What is this proposition your master speaks of. And tell me of this...Darth Mavanger, his is not a name I recall. I wish to know the man who seemingly knows more of me, than I of him. And why he sought me out specifically."
  2. When Karys first entered the system, a awe inspiring sight beheld his vision. Ships of all sizes everywhere, the Sith Empire had become a massive unstoppable beast by the looks of it. His approach was cautious, not knowing if he would be so easily accepted back...He gambled on a calculated risk that his clearance still worked and that he still held some degree of influence among the Sith. Perhaps there was a use for him beyond being a corpse or as cannon fodder. He would soon see, inputting the codes he transmitted them along with a open comlink to whoever was in charge down below so he could be granted access. "Greetings, this is Lord Akheron. Transmitting my clearance now. I have been gone several years and the Dark has willed that I return from my exploration of the force to bring my Wrath again upon the enemies of the Dark One, the Sith'ari Exodus. It pleases me to see the Sith Empire is stronger than ever by what I can see before my eyes." Akheron awaited the reply, as he did this he expanded his presence. Making his presence known to those attuned to it, his Wrath speaking for him and perhaps expediating his entry if someone possibly recognised it and felt so inclined.
  3. Many thoughts swam through the massassi, Karys Narat iv-Adas mind as he piloted the ship he had acquired some years ago. At the front of these was how he would be received upon his official return to the dark embrace of the Sith, if he would be accepted again at all. Unofficially, he had been alive for several years since his fourth death, the details of which he had long forgotten. He had since traversed the stars, following the call of the Darkness within him...to seek out the secret to his Wrath and gain control over it. A secret that in part still evaded him. He had tempered his Wrath to a extent, after exploring many different cults, secret societies, dark cabals and other such dark force based traditions but still the secret to making his Wrath manifest eluded him. At least in the physical sense. But he knew he was getting close. As such he felt the time had come make his return known. With each planet he passed, when trouble made itself known and others tried to end his life, the Lord Of Wrath resurfaced. Those who knew what to look for would recognise his unique brand of vengeance. Soon he was closing on the place that now had his full attention once more. A place that Darkness was manifest. Inputting the correct co-ordinates his course was set. Onderon and the Sith awaited the return of Lord Akheron.
  4. KARYS NARAT IV-ADAS CHARACTER SHEET Identity Given Name: Karys Narat iv-Adas Other Names: Kyrzdtnûûrtiyradàzdt (Sith Kittak dialect), Karys (kar-is) Sith Title: Darth Akheron Other Titles: Lord Of Wrath Class: Sith Marauder Master Path: Sith Weapons Master (Eventual Path) Species: Sith Pureblood Race: Mainline Massassi (R. belluinorum) Age: 34 Gender: Male Hair Color: None, Bald Eye Color: Yellow (Pupil-less), Deep Black (Darkside) Skin Tone: Dark Red General Physical Description: Typical of any average adult Sith, Karys displays the characteristic bloodred skin of his species, and the distinctive facial spurs prominent in all members of the Sith however unlike other castes, and like all massassi he also features a fierce, predatory profile, sharp bone spurs that protrude over his body in various locations—especially the elbows, a pair of tendrils that hang from his cheekbones, and cartilaginous eyebrow–stalks that cover his eyes. He also exhibits a simian mouth, small nose and ears, and a slightly receding chin. Like other Sith, Karys also shares the trait of having triple–digits on each of his hands and feet. However exclusive to his subspecies, Karys possesses large glowing yellow eyes...eyes which do not display details such as pupils or whites of any sort—instead the yellow seems to cover the whole of each eye. Standing taller than other members of his species, Karys is six feet and two inches tall without armor however when in armor this increases by another two inches, making him stand at six feet and four inches. He has no hair, preferring to be clean-shaven both on the head and in the face and his body is heavily scarred...marked with scars gained from various combat altercations that adorn is body....a fact he is fiercely proud of and is unashamed to admit having or even showing. Above and below both eyes, are symmetrical tattooed lines that seem to give off a eerily yellow glow, as if they have a life of their own. His chosen lightsaber and martial art forms demand peak physical fitness, and excellent dexterity, and as such, Karys' physique is excellently conditioned, with muscles intruding upon the vast majority of his body. His weight, as a result of the heavy physical conditioning is 230lb or 240lb in armor. Karys wardrobe is small, but varied with his chosen attires often consisting of armor and robes that offer some form of protection while still being functional. All of Karys armor is custom built by him and empowered with the force through ancient sith magic to resist lightsaber and all other forms of attack. His armors range from light, medium to heavy and are often colored red with gold trim. Rarely seen off his person however, given the his nature are his two favored sabers (once constructed), his lanvarok/crushgaunt, a suit of medium armor, at least two grenades of varying type, a spare saber or saber staff, a sith sword or two...gifted to him which hangs at his left and right side respectively, a heavy blaster pistol and a combat knife hidden in his boot. Additional Information: Home Planet: Korriban, Ziost (raised) Speaks, Reads, and Writes: Sithese (Kittak/Khutrai/Balc), Basic, Mandoa. Known Relatives: Naile Sekat iv-Adas - Mother (deceased) Uryu Kallig iv-Narat - Father (deceased) Kisara Abaron iv-Adas - Adoptive Mother (deceased) Menuo Sadow iv -Hekk - Lover (deceased) Personality: Karys is surprisingly unlike alot of massassi and breaks the common mold in that he is a highly intelligent, courteous, calculating and influential individual who retains a certain arrogance born of his noble heritage. This often confuses his enemies and friends alike as sometimes he acts dumber than he actually is to gauge a certain reaction in a attempt to see what they are thinking. Karys often prefers a more violent resolution to a conflict, viewing politics as somewhat tedious and dull when compared to the violence and thrill of the battlefield to which he is accustomed however he is not above other options should they be available to him, and will be very diplomatic if need be. He makes careful use of visions of the future of which he is naturally attuned too, viewing them as warnings not to be ignored or taken lightly. Karys has a violent temper which may switch on and off in the blink of an eye and as such those who anger him are quick not to do so again for fear of his wrath and what he may do. Usually however he exerts a calm, philosophical, respectful if fatherly demeanor and is very untrusting of the Jedi or other Force sects. He is absolutely fearless, viewing death as nothing but a inconvenience and a obstacle to overcome...a fact which has only further been enforced since he went to Chaos and returned, as such he looks forward to the day a worthy adversary ends his life that he may again triumph over death and revel in overcoming it. Karys only recently has taken the stance and holds firm that building mutual respect and trust form stronger relationships and loyalties than violence or fear however he is not above using such methods should it suit his needs, viewing them as powerful tools of persuasion in his arsenal. To this extent, he exerts a air of dominance over those under his command, partly to keep them in check and partly to maintain discipline but he is always open to any suggestions or criticism from his soldiers should it be of value. Driven to perfect his mastery of the Force and the Saber, Karys is always seeking new knowledge to improve his already considerable power. This became even more evident after Faust killed him and he was resurrected by the force who did him the service of showing how weak he was in and thus he has gone to great length's to seek greater knowledge. Karys is of the mind that the Sith Code is superior to the Jedi Code, and he is deeply devout in his belief of that fact. Any who dare to question his beliefs in detail quickly find themselves at the wrong end of his temper. In addition, Karys draws fully upon the Darkside of the Force, his natural affinity for it helped by his race natural symbiotic relationship with it. He holds that the Dark Side is not corrupting by nature, but it does consume and overwhelm those that are neither mentally, nor physically prepared to use it properly. He takes each day in his stride and has become increasingly more at ease with the more political applications of his job detail as head of his clan, yet he has never lost his edge nor thrill for the battlefield. Karys is often seen on the front lines among the troops or other sith. Leading the charge, Karys is ever at the frontlines against any enemy who threatens the Sith Order and any allies who support them. Equipment Clothing or Armor: Korriban's Rokas - In basic it means 'Korriban's Rock' and is a medium set of Krayt Dragonhide dyed the same color as his crushguant. Given as a gift from one of the kissai priests. Weapons: Katedij's Tnika - Roughly translated it means 'Korriban's Flame' in the ancient sith language. Created from a hollowed out maalras tooth, taken from a deceased specimen when Karys was attacked deep within the Onderonian jungle after his return from captivity after his last lightsaber was taken by the Jedi, Sandy Sarna upon his capture. Forged from feelings of lost pride, emotional pain, physical pain, hate and wrath it is a potent weapon. Karys can from it pull the wrath, rage and with it, hatred and pain to draw upon for the strength to win. Likewise as result the saber itself produces a blade that burns almost to the point of losing cohesion, a crimson red blade that 'burns' like fire in every sense of the word. Even going so far as to cause hot sensations to run through the body though the blade itself does not burn...more or less. Karys Fury - A alchemically treated dark armoured prosthetic arm. After having lost his original, left arm during a confrontation with a dark trooper during one of the early conflicts between the Imperial Remnant and the newly formed Sith Empire, Karys was forced to find a suitable replacement along with a prosthetic leg. Taking advantage of the Sith sorcerers, Karys commissioned a useful replacement. While the outside seemed normal enough, it was far from the truth. For while the outside was strengthened to resist and deflect lightsaber and blaster bolts, and deliver a much stronger punch, the inside was similarly worked upon. Inside, resides a hidden compartment. One designed to hide a lightsaber should the need arise situated alongside a far more offensive option. Coiled inside like a razor sharp snake waiting to pounce, is a alchemically treated spearhead and retractable chain that upon impalement (like mortal kombat scorpion) can electrify the victim. The chain can extend for several metres in front of Karys and can be wrapped around the prosthetic arm to make a impromptu knuckle duster with a razor sharp end to it. Common Inventory: Bacta Patches, Com-link, A99 Aquata breather, Compressed air Grappling spike launcher, Nutrient capsules, Glowrods. Faction Information Force Sensitive Alignment: Lawful Evil Current Faction Affiliation: Sith Current Faction Rank: Sith Lord History Force Side: Dark Trained by: Raynuk Montar, Emily/Darth Eris, Sheog The Mad (formerly) Trained who: N/A Known Skills: - Proficient Martial Artist: Taught since he could crawl to fight, Karys is a honed killing machine that has made killing a art form and is proficient in the ancient fighting arts of his kind. His body is a living weapon capable of breaking bone, muscle and joints and he is acutely aware which pressure points on a body to damage as to efficiently, ruthlessly and affectively kill his targets. -Ambidexterity: Equally adept with both the right and left hand when using most weapons he carries in them no matter what they are. -Awareness: Can perceive his environment and what's going on around him. Just as many of his race his known to have very acute senses compared to the senses in Humans as well— particularly in his hearing. - Endurance/Stamina: Years of 'conditioning' has made Karys capable of taking large amounts of punishment that most would wince at. Proficient Survivalist: Karys is proficient and well versed in survival tactics, natural medicines, poisons derived from plants and in how to survive in the wild for days on end. Guerilla Warfare & Regular Warfare Tactics: Karys has been taught a variety of tactics, taught to teach him one thing...how to kill. Be that without the enemy ever knowing what hit them or if they do. Lightsaber Abilities: Shii-Cho (Intermediate) - Form I, also known as Shii-Cho, The Way of the Sarlacc, or The Determination Form, is usually the first of the seven forms of lightsaber combat. This combat form establishes the basic motions and target zones utilized with a lightsaber. Shii-Cho is usually an extension of traditional sword-fighting styles, retaining basic attacks, parries, and body zones established by such ancient methods. Shii-Cho fosters an emotionally-heated mindset, which results in the considerable temptation to execute combat with lethal intent, requiring great restraint to exercise the form without going too far. Despite the pull to kill, the style is designed for the purpose of disarming without seriously injuring. Shii-Cho swordplay is simplistic and raw. In the hands of a master, the bladework is often described as "like watching water flow over the falls." However, less adept practitioners display much more basic and somewhat clumsy performance. In combat, Form I encourages deliberate tactics, calling for continuous, step-by-step advancement while cutting off the opponent's angles. Shii-Cho also specializes towards engaging multiple opponents, the wide, sweeping motions being ideally suited towards attacking numerous adversaries. However, Form I has a weakness. It's not as useful against single opponents, as such in those situations, enemies may have complete mobility and can find a weakness in Shii-Cho's comparatively clumsy bladework if another tactic is not used to counter this. When utilizing this form Karys employs either the Disarming Slash, A strike directed at the opponent's weapon in an attempt to rip it out of their grasp or destroy it or when facing multiple opponents the Sarlacc Sweep. Which uses wide sweeping attacks and the massassi usually mixes in combination with other basic lightsaber techniques to counter the forms traditional flaws. Juyo (Proficient) - Karys preferred lightsaber style (hoping to lead on to a darkside influenced version of Vaapad). After having used this lightsaber form several times since he was initially introduced to it, Karys has taken to it quickly due to a natural aggression and rage born of a lifetime of fighting on the frontlines of war, and a perceived injustice he believes the jedi have done upon his people. Juyo described as the most vicious form of lightsaber combat, and is said by some to be filled with both fury and "malignant grace."The form is given the title of the most difficult and demanding form in all of saber combat, at least according tthe Jedi. Skilled combatants such as Karys while using Juyo are said by to be able to "eviscerate a lone enemy." According to the deceased Sith Lord Darth Traya, the form is both chaotic and erratic, with a heavy focus on offense. Utilizing bold, direct motions....Juyo, uses movements that are more open and kinetic than Form V, but with a less elaborate appearance than Ataru. The tactics of Juyo as not nearly as graceful or linked as those of Ataru, instead being referred by some Jedi or Sith as "seemingly unconnected staccato sequences. One notable strength of the form is it's unpredictability. The form is said to necessitate greater energy than Form V, due to a broader wielding of a user's focus and a deeper emotional link. Despite the challenges inherent in the use of the form, it can serve as a pathway to considerable power. Karys has been developing it into a potent hybrid variant, mixing it with Massassi-Raka...his people's brutally efficient martial art making the form that much more unpredictable, powerful and chaotic to those unused to seeing it. Force Abilities: Telekinesis (Proficient) - Push, Pull, Throw etc Karys displays a natural aptitude and particular potential in using this ability. The primary purpose of telekinesis is to manipulate physical matter, allowing the user to touch, hold and otherwise move a target. Force-users can use this ability to push, pull, and lift targets, as well as to stop or redirect projectiles. Karys often utilizes telekenesis to this effect...and in much more lethal ways. In particular his favourite applications include 'Rend' a dark use of telekinesis that allows him the ability to move a single target, be it creature or object, in two different directions simultaneously and tear then in half or Force Grip/Choke and Force Crush which by some is considered to be one of the most violent applications known to the Sith and the Jedi of telekenesis. This deadly technique lifts the opponent into the air and, as they are floating, their body implodes as it is crushed by the Force. Force Rage/Hatred (Beginner) - Karys is able to tap into his innermost fears, pain, hate and feelings of loss to convert them into an intense rage. This in turn enables him to channel the anger to increase his own speed, strength, and ferocity but at a cost. His body cannot handle such rage for long periods of time, so after extended use Karys can become greatly weakened if he is not brought out of the rage soon after using it. Force Scream (Intermediate) - A Force scream is an involuntary Force exertion that manifests in a intense situation and is inherently dark in nature that services as a scream, of strong frustration, rage, or grief, emitted through the Force. Force Fear/Horror (Intermediate) - A ability that allows Karys to strike directly at the deepest parts of the target's mind, causing an uncontrollable shaking fear that wreaks havoc with the target's capabilities. Through pure force of will alone, he can cause them to lose their courage completely, and if left undefended, the effects can be severe...going so far as to rapidly demoralize the enemy with a feeling of hopelessness and regret. Depending on the victim, this can result in them either cowering defenselessly or fleeing from the massassi outright. He often utilizes this ability against rivals in conjunction with his naturally imposing presence to intimidate opponents. Force Vision/Farsight (Untrained) - Karys is a Force user who has the potential to see events that could happen in the future. However these Force visions are rare, and uncontrollable. At most when they do occur, the massasssi only gains vague impressions of events happening in other places or times using the Force but cannot directly alter them. These visions are usually focused on strong imagery and emotions. The future is always in motion, however, and is thus subject to change. Force Speed (Proficient) - Using the Force Karys is able to increase his speed...a common ability among many Force-users throughout history, with many able to both use the Force to increase their muscle speed and to slow down their perception of the world. The increased speed allows Karys to see the world and the entities around him in slow motion, and as such dodge attacks easily and attack more quickly with greater accuracy. But at a cost. Using this power has a draining effect on a Force-user's energy and metabolism, and requires a longer recovery period after extended use. Force Leap/Jump (Proficient): Karys can leap several force assisted metres in front of him, or above. This technique also helps assist in lightsaber combat or leap behind an enemy to gain a advantage. Background: Few details are known about Karys iv-Narat Adas and he prefers it that way at least until the time is right. Karys iv-Narat Adas was born to the Clan Lord Uryu Kallig iv-Narat, and his mother Naile Sekat iv-Adas a descendant of King Adas I. Both were members of one of the near extinct race of pureblood sith of one of the few clans, which had survived each attempt to destroy them millenia ago and since then, thus o ne of the few spared of extinction proving yet again how resilient the race really was at survival despite the apparent conception that they were all dead. A misconception which is preferred as it keeps away most prying eyes from their remote villages and settlements around the galaxy, any that do get too close often find themselves made 'guests' and are never seen again often becoming slaves to those in the political circles of the clans or being forced to fight in the arena against various dangerous wildlife or even sometimes massassi and kissai themselves. Karys was born a few years before the start of the war between the first incarnation of the empire and the alliance, a time when Luke Skywalker still lived. The young prince is one of a royal bloodline, he is a Adas and grew up in a time when the galaxy was ravaged by war, the Alliance and Empire were just starting to crumble at the hands of the A'rachtar, and darker clouds still loomed on the horizon. As a youth, Karys began his training in combat at the early age of 7 in a spartan-esque regime designed to weed out the weak and create strong, capable massassi warriors among the clan that would one day reclaim their right and heritage as part of the sith. Failure was not a option should he starve or be horribly beaten by a bamboo or metal rod and as a result due to such training he became a proficient swordsman and martial artist capable of stopping even the most powerful foes, it proved to many that he was to be the one whom would remake the blood pact between the sith and them one day and many came to know him by other names 'soulless one' being but one of these as was it often commented he was ruthless and showed no pity or mercy to his foes. No doubt due to his heritage and bloodline. Under the tutelage of Kaleval Narat iv-Adas, his cousin, a man whom was jealous of his success but forced to tutor him none the less, Karys was inducted into the politics of the clan at the young age of 19 and learnt a great deal. A ceremony was held on Korriban at the Palace of the City of Ur, a hidden city upon the planet that was based deep in the volcanic mountains and made almost inaccessible to outsiders. It was there that Karys was given one of the unholy crushgaunts said to have been used by Adas, to have been imbued and forged by him called 'Chaosas' in sithese or in basic was understood to mean 'Chaos' sending chills down many spines. Despite his rash and headstrong behavior, Karys has become a renowned warrior for many years. One of his more famed exploits was counterattacking a group of invading A'rachtar and keeping them from entering the city. It was during this time that Karys met the youngest daughter of a Kreshh, the sorceress Menuo Sadow iv -Hekk. Over the years, they grew close as friends, and then romantically. They were very much in love with one another. But, eventually Karys would question whether the two of them were ready to be together. Karys would abruptly end the relationship so Menuo could focus on her magical studies and he could focus on his commitments. Shortly after, they would agree to rekindle their romance, but this was during the beginning of the recently ended Empire/GA war that would change both of their lives forever. Karys was away on Dromund Kaas in another of the hidden cities sorting out some political rivals and worries when he got word of Korriban's destruction. This was the beginning of the end, when he heard of it and of how his love had been stolen from him he snapped. All within the city were witness to the horror he unleashed as the darkside took hold for the first time, completely unrestrained, un-trained and unfocused he went on a rampage in a trance like state, his eyes pitch black and his heart filled with blood-lust towards whomever got in his way. His was enough to disturb even his enemies and his roar was so blood curdling and deep that it was more potent than the loudest battle drum. Those that survived knew he would never be the same, and they were right. He soon took a ship and disappeared from the sight of the clans, at least for now. Karys used his time learning the language of the galaxy and eventually took on a mercenary role throughout the rest of the war. When a truce was called he simply returned to a now rebuilt Korriban, but it was just not the same as he remembered it. It was during his return he also learnt that Ziost had gone silent but none of the clans had checked to discover it true fate as of yet. Seeking guidance and a means to stem his growing rage he entered the tomb of Adas restored much like how he had previously remembered it. He was answered by the spirit and it was then he was told and learnt of his ancestry by stumbling by the former Dark Lord Adas, as his force ghost told of how Karys was descended from him and that he was prophesied to one day become a force to be reckoned with. That the day had come to reclaim his blood-right and seek out the inheritor's of his people's power in the sith. It was this that sparked his journey, for he searched for the sith and it is this which brought him to Coruscant. For he had heard word they had been seen there. His instincts were proven right when he was taken under the wing of Raynuk Montar otherwise known as Darth Quietus in the presence of the then Dark Lord, Furion. Eventually Raynuk entered a coma...not once but twice entrenching feelings of betrayal from the young apprentice. On the second coma however Karys forgave his former master, and placed him in cryogenic stasis aboard a stolen ship while he searched out a replacement tutor. This quest was cut short by the plans of Vladimir Faust or Darth Luciferian when he tried to destroy the galaxy and create a wound in the force, in the end he fought alongside the Jedi in a temporary truce and was present when Onderin Starlisk and Darex Travelian defeated him, however he died shortly before their victory over him. Yet this was not to be his end...the force resurrected young Karys and thrust him back into Emily/Darth Eris life after a brief first encounter aboard the casino liner Shadow's Gambit a few months earlier. After a rocky start he begun his ascension among the sith anew when she accepted him as her new apprentice. The apprentice did not last long. After being delayed by those seeking to collect on the Force-User bounty, expert hunters, Karys found himself late for a scheduled meeting with her....suffice to say his apology was not accepted. He found his body ripped apart inside by telekinesis in punishment and sent to chaos again. But his journey never ended there, in fact it was a new start. A better start. When his spirit escaped again, Karys found himself not where he once was but aboard a space yacht belonging to a Hutt. A powerful Hutt who held great power in the Force he found. Sheog The Mad. After a little nudging, Karys lived again and was soon taken to his homeworld, Korriban. It was here his true rebirth came about. Again a apprentice, this time to Sheog, Karys learnt more than he ever had before. Or so he felt. Sheog revealed to him his true nature, destroying his previous saber and explaining what loss could do...when his father was killed during a trial set by the Hutt. The loss tormented Karys and it was only upon the words of Sheog's underling...Hayley Fieldgrey and the hutt himself that he used that the massassi awoke from his torment and pain, using it as a draw. Upon the volcanic peak of a mountain, Karys unleashed his feelings and molded a new lightsaber. One that was him, crafted from a tuk'ata claw. As time went so did Karys grow with his new saber at his side, under his new masters tutelage and unorthodox methods. Making new allies in the most unlikely of ways until eventually he was sent to Myrkr where without the force both Karys and Hayley were forced to survive, with Hayley herself loosing an eye in the process. On that volatile planet, whilst battling first vornskr and then pirates...Karys and Hayley soon learnt the lesson Sheog was giving them. To find their own strength so that they were able to carry on if the Force abandoned them. Soon after the two eventually were able to escape and again were sent on another trial. This time to hunt a Jedi and fight them. If successful Karys was promised a position long denied him...he would be reborn a Sith Lord and as such be viewed a proper sith in the eyes of the Order and his people. He made a silent promise, he would do all in his power to ensure his success and repay Sheog for the debt he felt he now owed. Ship Registration Name: The Ahriman Class: Assault Starfighter Model: Preybird Class Starfighter Manufacturer: Sorusuub Corporation (original designer), Cavrilhu Pirates (manufacturer after 19 ABY) Length: 21 meters Armaments: Heavy laser cannons (2) Concussion missile launchers (2; 1 fore, 1 aft) 5 concussion missiles each, standard load Armor: Hull: 6'' Cortosis Ore Anti-Personnel Defenses: DNA/Retinal Scanner, Droid: B1 Battle droid 'Thamuz' (also serves as gunner) Appearance: Black Modifications: Lightweight foils, 2 dual fire linked laser cannons (modification one for either side of ship)
  5. Primary Account: Karys Narat iv-Adas Discord: Karys/Lord Akheron Real First Name: Simon Active Characters: Karys Narat iv-Adas, Karys Narat iv-Adas/Lord Akheron
  6. First Impressions As Karys stood observing the sight before him, silent as the other sith moved about around him, he couldn't help but smile a little even if inside he boiled with a silent rage, the wounds of Kuat ever evident. The thrill of war was a scent he could never ignore, forever it would draw him and entice him like a fine wine, forever would they be linked to the other. As the massassi observed the flanks of enemy ships before him from one of the observation ports on the Scarab, he couldn't help but chuckle. He had to admire the gall of the jedi and indeed all those who stood opposing them. They had walked willingly to their doom, knowing this might be their end and all to rescue one person. It appeared the Empress had more value than he had initially fathomed, that they would risk destruction for her sake. Yet if it was death they wanted, he would not deny them. Indeed he had hoped it would come to this. He was owed vengeance, at this he saw it that way...death for the taking of his arm and the humiliation they had caused him to suffer since that day. Only a month ago had he awoken from his coma, the visions that had woken him still seeming fresh. He was still unsure what they meant only that they were important and were not to be ignored. But that was something to dwell on later for now he had a battle to help win. Without another moments notice he marched towards the hangars, purpose in his steps. Although he didn't tend to fly often, Karys was a excellent starfighter pilot, years as a mercenary before his life as a sith had honed his skills in that arena, and today he would put those skills to use laying waste to his most hated of enemies. The Jedi were here in force and he intended to inflict countless suffering upon them. The wrath of him and his people would be known. Finding a suitable craft he was soon airborne and joining the fray outside looking, at first defending the Scarab before getting a bit more aggressive as things were developing. Soon defense became offense as he glided between the dark of space and the many stars around them. It wasn't long before the first of many victims fell to his laser fire and pinpoint accuracy, expertly guided by his own hand. At least for now, he knew if needed he could always call upon the force to assist him. And yet as he fought he felt the wave of pain, death, destruction, chaos around him. And the boosting affects of the battle meditation likewise boosted his proficiency. Like a dark vengeful demon, he stalled his prey. And yet among the chaos he was sure he felt something strange, familiar and yet not. He put the thought aside, it was probably nothing important and besides now was no time to dwell on it. Not during a time of battle at least.
  7. Can I get 'King of the Emoji' please. Makes sense with how much I use the things lol
  8. Several things happened that Karys did not expect or anticipate. The first of which he found himself flung from where he was and that he had lost his personal duel. The next thing he noted was the numbness, a complete and utter loss of feeling along one side of his body. Turning to the side he saw why as a wave of pain hit him. Pain he used to sustain himself in his current predicament, combining it with his immense will power, hoping to use it to survive. Blind in one eye with a great scar striking across it, several broken ribs, a disabled arm, another missing and a leg....he knew he was in trouble. And yet despite this he managed to move himself from where he was, crawling out the crater and clinging just barely to life. Left to die in his current humiliation, alive but mutilated. His condition was critical, and yet somehow he had crawled all the way to Nok Morliss and his new-found companion. It was a testament to his power over the Dark and his will power as a long drag mark lined the path where he had dragged himself out. Several times did he yell out in a rage, screams filled with anger, hate and above all a desire for vengeance upon the one responsible only for several troopers having to drag him back away from trying to crawl back after the cyborg. Eventually he knew that was not going to happen, that this was to be his new fate. From what he could tell out of his good eye, the Massassi noted how Nok had also suffered an injury, in fact the Sith and Black Sun around them were all suffering. It appeared the Imperials were far more dug in than they had anticipated and now they paid the price for that underestimation. Even despite the fact they had won the battle in space. In that regard he at least had a small reprieve...he would not he blamed alone for this failure. Two troopers held Karys up to Nok and Snake once he had crawled enough away from the enemy lines. His voice was raspy and filled with blood, which he soon spat out. “I see, I was not the only one to suffer this day. We all have suffered greatly, we have underestimated the Imperials...they are more dug in than we thought. No matter, they shall still fall. Bring me to the medics, as they attempt to steady me, tell me how you came to your predicament. And who is this creature you bring before me, one who reeks of such hunger. And above all, what lesson did you learn.” ((OOC: Sorry for the delay guys, been one hell of a week. As agreed Karys is alive but critical condition and might need help. ))
  9. Karys cursed his rotten luck and the internal lizards nearby. He had missed his target with the duracrete slab, albeit he noted it was not a total loss...many enemies had been unceremoniously crushed beneath the gargantuan spinning construct he had thrown. The Massassi was impressed at the cyborg's tenacity, he surely was a worthy opponent. Yet he knew a solemn truth, no matter if he won the battle, the war belonged to the Sith. Even if he died it changed nothing, or, so he thought so...even as he danced with death. Karys eyes were now a deep black, the darkside enveloping him as best it were able. Wrath was his fuel and the Pain he felt even now, even as another bolt pierced his armour and stumbled him as it hit the nerves. It was troublesome, for now he had a crippled left shoulder until he received treatment. “Very good, but this stops nothing. You attempt to protect and prolonged merely the inevitable. The Empire will fall regardless of my fate.” Karys managed a laugh, taunting his enemy. As Ambrose rose, up in the air after avoiding his obstacle, the Massassi began running as fast as he could. Again the Warrior zig zagged, attempting to avoid being vaporised. Dirt, mud, splinters and blood marked his body and armour as he passed by bodies and debris in the hell scape the two had made of the area. As the cyborg unleashed a barrage of duel-duos blaster cannon fire, Karys rolled away from the first succession, allowing several new craters to form where he had previously stood. It was then he attempted to use the Force and telekinetically pull this deviant half man, half machine to the ground using his functioning arm. Hopefully breaking both allowing him to move closer and cut him to ribbons up close and personal. His favoured position. ((OOC: At last, 2. Sorry for the delay guys, but finally a post for Ambrose. ))
  10. Karys was unamused as the half droid, half man refused to give a real name, despite the fact the Sith Lord had given as close to a real name as he was willing to part with. Instead the cyborg rattled off a generic sequence of numbers, a designation he had no doubt been given at one point or other followed by the usual threats of destruction. He expressed as such even as hell was unleashed, a attempt to taunt and make him angry. After all a angry man made mistakes. "Is that all you have to offer? A designation? Surely you can do better, surely you wish to be remembered as more than just a generic number. Or was the man you were too weak for rememberance...a man that failed to live up to his potential and now he makes up for it with this monstrousity before me." It was then he saw it. Five barrels of plasma spewing hell, the second it starting powering up he was already moving. Even as he ordered his men and women to likewise take cover and return fire. Zig zagging, weaving, ducking and weaving between tree's and whatever cover was available, including between his own troops he moved to hopefully place himself in a strategic position by placing the enemies own troops in the crossfire of the five barrels and the rockets. He attempted to make it difficult for the cyborg to gain a lock on him, a moving target was far more difficult to handle. He wondered would he sacrifice his own men for a shot at him. Losing several men, Karys grimaced as a leg flew past his face, half melted by the exploding rockets and another ran past alight in flame screaming. He barked orders out before putting the unfortunate out of his misery. He was a Sith but not without mercy for his own men and woman. No-one deserved to burn alive unless they were the enemy. "Launchers and E-webs to the front! Keep moving men! Blast that cannon and the cyborg with everything you got! The rest of you concentrate fire on the Yslamiri and surrounding troops!" Hoping he was out of range of the lizards Karys applied his own help, as best he was able even as he caught a fletchette round to the left arm, luckily it went straight through. But the pain would not be easily dismissed. As such the Massassi used that pain, it would fuel him. Remembering Myrkr, Karys became as a killing machine. His target Ambrose. He reached out hoping to grip a large duracrete slab that had fallen from the fighting nearby and hurled it at Ambrose like he were throwing a frisby, a jagged speeding frisby, with any luck he hoped it would make it past the lizards as the momentum carried it onwards and if not at least he would end some lives when it landed on the enemy. ((1 - good luck ))
  11. As soon as Karys received a reply he was taken back a little. He hadn't really expected someone to answer all things considered and that someone had was worth noting, he would not forget it...he repaid his debts in full. He didn't have to wait long for reinforcements to arrive and when they did they were met by torso's, arms, legs and everything in between strewn all over the place. The sounds of blaster fire and multiple armed shuttles emblazoned with the Black Sun logo marked the arrival of the troops he had requested. Enough troops to counter the numbers he expected to encounter, which from what he had sensed numbered somewhere between sixty or more. Not including something that gave off a weird feeling in the force...which had intrigued him and those he couldn't find due to the infernal lizards. As soon as boots were on the ground the Sith Lord started issuing orders. “Alright ladies and gents, I want this done quick and clean as possible. They got a Moff holed up around near here and I fully intend to capture him and hand him over to whoever is in charge...they asked for a momento let's give them one! Form ranks, half of you concentrate fire on those holding the yslamiri lizards, that should allow me to assist your survival better, the other half concentrate on the Moff and those protecting him. Other than that feel free to let loose as you please but whatever you do don't hit the Moff! Now let's go show these imperial sons of a bantha how we do things where we come from!” Following cheers in light of the speech of sorts...Karys begun the no doubt soon to be bloody assault. He led them towards the Moff's general location, and as soon as they approached the firefight began. Taking a blaster bolt to his armour Karys snarled before ordering the man shot on sight, he just hoped they got the blighter. He was careful to not stray too close and step into the field of protection the Yslamiri afforded the enemy after the fact, for now he attempted to pull any within range of his abilities into an area where his troops held the advantage, ducking and weaving between cover as they and the Massassi hidden beneath the armour and masked/hooded robe he wore attempted to avoid blaster fire if possible as they made an advance, concentrating fire on both the yslamiri troopers and those protecting the Moff. It was only when the group approached closer that the real danger became apparent. There stood the by far largest cyborg (Ambrose) Karys had ever seen in his life. And yet the thing before him did not phase him...in fact it amused him greatly. He had hears rumours of such a thing, stories from the wars. As he recalled they were a secret project meant to counter the rise of force sensitive. But last he heard it had been shut down, yet here one stood. The thrill of such a challenge excited him. This would be a true test of his skill as both a warrior and a Sith, he couldn't wait. Pointing his sabre towards the mammoth beast of a cyborg he beckoned him, and to make his point he attempted to drag a trooper out from next to him...but instead found the man resisted the attempt and the yslamiri preventes it from occurring....much to his chargrin. Regardless a challenge had been issued, now he would see if it went unanswered or not. To further make the point he spoke, attempting to cut a enemy down as he got ever closwr to the walking tank of a manbot. “At last a challenge worthy of my pursuit. Come cyborg let us dance the dual of death, tell me your name that I might know my enemy as I strike him down in honourable combat. Hold nothing back...for I shall no mercy to you and yours. The enemies of the Sith Empire are unworthy of such sentimentality.”
  12. Karys observed as the scene before him unfolded, even as Ekros attempted to hide his fear he could not hide it...at least not entirely. The force lifted the veil and allowed the powerful Sith Lord to see with unrelenting clarity as events unfolded around them. He was unamused by the man before him, his actions he thought were the work of a coward...a snivelling schemer, just as he had proclaimed of Lady Hyla. And yet the Sith saw through him, like he were reading a book. His soul was laid bare and was found wanting. In the end Karys had enough of it all, in fact by the time the man was done speaking he no longer had need of them. The force revealed where the Moff was more or less. Not an exact location but it did reveal the presence of a blank spot in the force and beyond that 'blank' spot a large gathering of men or women. It was an obvious assumption to make this was where his target was. As such he acted, no longer putting on any kind of show. His hate and anger...his Wrath made known. He spoke out. Even as tendrils extended in the force to crush all three of them. The force acting like a crushing vice upon their necks van as Karys removed Ekros hand with his sabre in a movement that was as quick As it was deadly, still holding the blaster. Lady Hyla was first to perish having been made subject to the pressure for some time already. But yet Ekros was not to die yet, he bore witness unaware of his fate to come. The fate of the Weak. All had failed to provide an answer to his questions about the Moff, and so he had his answer in his mind. Now, Ekros was being played as much as he was attempting to play the Sith but had underestimated just how much he was needed if at all. The noose tightened around Lady Hyla's neck until the pressure became a crushing force. All present could hear the telltale sign of her neck breaking. Next came Ferios. The force bent his ribs and bones inwards into the internal organs impaling many of them. But what was unseen was his heart being crushed into pulp. And finally came Ekros. He suffered most of all, having shown his true self. First his neck felt the same pressures as the two had felt, then his head, his skull began to pulsate, to go inward, and he felt immense pain as his skull was crushing into his brain but not before he felt as if he were being ripped in half and in truth he was. “All I see before me is Weakness. Three more alike than they would ever care to admit. I see through you like you were glass, Ekros, your soul is open to me...you are nothing but a coward. Spewing words I have no wish to hear. You reek of Fear. You told me only that I wish to hear or think I want too, thinking it would spare you. How naive of you, to assume you know me. And yet your failure is more. You failed to answer my initial questioning, this was your first mistake. Your downfall. And now I have no more use of you...none of you. The force has revealed all I wished to know. As such the price must be paid. I am a man of my word, only suffering awaits you, don't worry you won't be alone. Your family will be with you soon enough. As you descent into the realm of Chaos to eternal torture, think on this lesson you have learnt even as your death approaches.” As soon as Ekros was no more, Karys vacated the room quickly, he had no intention of being blasted. Cutting a hole in the window he jumped out and landed smoothly outside. Shortly after he headed towards the blank spot, no longer concealing who he was. There was no need, not when his brethren lay at the doorstep. He put a com through to whoever was considered in charge of the offensive (Zalis), requesting troops for an assault squad to help lay siege to the Moff using the highly secure Sith military channels he was familiar with. “Greetings whoever is in charge up there. Hope the fight goes well, this is Lord Akheron, I arrived before the fleet its an nice thing finally see some friendly faces at last. I request immediate reinforcements at my current position, I located a Moff and am en-route to dispatch him to the beyond but need some assistance on the matter. His somehow blocking the force in part, and protected by a large contingent of troopers, I can only do so much...so help would be appreciated. In the meantime I'll try to clear a landing zone for you.” With that Karys set to work. He allowed his Wrath to flow freely, as his rage, anger and hate focused it into action, assisting his sabre movements. He became an avatar of death and destruction to any in his wake, the Dark required sacrifice and Karys was only too willing to provide the victims it required. He would hold on for as long as he could until his reinforcements arrived.
  13. Karys was silent for a moment as Lady Hyla spouted her hateful words. He allowed her to finish before considering his next move...slowly he approached her laughing as he did. And yet something was definitely not right about the situation, he was too calm. In the Force something stirred, a subtle movement, one aimed at the old kuati. Within moments, she would find herself unable to move, as if a great weight sat upon her bones. And then the wrapping around her throat, starving her of oxygen as she was lifted to come face to face with the Sith. “I was not meaning to insult you, your loyalties or your intelligence in any manner. Let's start again....but only since I admire your gall, your spirit. Unlike some you have strength. However, do not mistake these comments for leniency..if you expect me and mine to respect you, to treat you equally...you must first pay the price for your disrespect towards my allies. They would choke the life from you if they had heard such a comment. Such talk. Insult them in any way again or myself and you know just why they call me the Lord of Wrath, do I make myself perfectly clear?" Allowing her to breathe again he spoke. “As we were discussing. I need information on the current location of the Moff, and his security detail. Give me this and despite your display and insufferable arrogance, you and your families will be spared from the carnival of slaughter that is currently taking place, I can hear it even as we speak. It has begun. The Force reveals it. Help the Sith and you help yourselves, and your families. You would thrive under our rule. Think on it, what we have done in so short a time. What has transpired at Onderon. They have thrived like never before thanks to us and never been so strong. We have exposed the Galactic Alliance and the Jedi for what they really are. Weak and filled with hypocrites The galaxy cannot be ruled by such weak entities. Sometimes it requires monsters to defeat other monsters and keep them in check. I offer immunity from persecution, wealth, power, influence and the chance to strengthen the nobility against threats. We would make a powerful ally. That is the offer, take it or leave it. But as I said I suggest you think it over quickly, for the others are in no mood to bargain. They come to claim souls today. You have until they arrive at the estate to consider the deal, for its merits. But remember my warning and choose wisely. “ Karys smiled at the comment, how little did they know how true that comment likely was.
  14. Karys issued a slight smile from beneath the mask he wore, even as he observed and weighed each member q he saw them. His gaze bore into their very souls as he saw the truth of who they really were and attempted to decipher if this lot were even worth the effort thus far put in. He would soon find out. As the one called Ekros, spoke out in what appeared to be worry or perhaps intrigue at the Massassi's reveal that the sirens were a result of allies of his, he couldn't help but laugh. “Yes friends of mine. Or allies, whichever label you would prefer to call them, but I am not at liberty to discuss more until we are without prying eyes. As I said time is limited and the clock is ticking, so if we can I would move indoors to discuss more. If you would lead the way, we can begin and see what might be accomplished in short time we have left. I shall explain why I asked this meeting be called but only when we are more secure. I suggest leaving the important questions until inside.” Karys noted how each reacted, the older woman especially. From what he had already seen, she fit the typical senile model. Loud, proud and old. He was happy however when both Ferios and Ekros managed to quiet her down before leading them inside. Despite the fact she kept passing over a glare that could kill. He wasn't certain how Nok managed to get her here, but it was apparent...she didn't like it one bit. It didn't matter much. All that mattered was they provided the information he sought and in exchange they would be granted an opportunity. One rarely afforded. When they entered and once it had been swept for bugs, the questions began almost instantly until Karys raised a hand to silence the room. “I know you have many questions, about myself and just what is happening. Allow me to clear things up a little. I shall be as honest as I can be...within reason. My real name is not Darius Jadeo. As expected that is a cover I was given to thwart any imperial interference in both Nok and my plans and allow me safe passage here to meet with you. You may call me Lord Akheron, I represent the Sith and her allies. And now Nok Morliss represents us too, for he is gifted of the force like me and many others. I would suggest showing him some respect from now on for when he speaks, it is for now with my voice that he does so until his training is complete. What I offer you is the chance to fill a soon to be vacant vacuum. You see my allies I spoke of earlier, are amassing at your borders and preparing to strike at the very heart of the Imperial throne as we speak. It is a strong alliance created of the Sith Empire I spoke of and the Black Sun, criminal syndicate. Our aim is to turn the Imperials into little more than dust and take control of the shipyards for our own ends. So you see opportunities are ripe for the taking, positions of power, of influence but only if you would work with us to accomplish our goals.” Allowing a moment for it all to sink in, he continued. “I know it is a bit of a shock, but know this. The Sith of today are not as we were long ago. We don't just go about slaughtering everything and everyone. Our targets are always with a purpose. Just as we reward our allies and those who would aid us greatly, but betray us and no mercy will be shown or quarter given. What I require from you three in exchange for this opportunity, to take over when the dust settles is information. Information upon any known high ranking imperials and where I may find them, Moffs and such to remove their corrupting influence. Do this and your power, influence will more than triple overnight. This I can guarantee you. I suggest you think on it quickly. Either you accept this offer or refuse and die screaming alongside the rest of the weak-minded individuals that mark the imperial places of power. The pieces are already moving into place however and the fleet will not wait for us. Mark my words that this is no idle threat I speak, this is the truth as it stands before you. So choose wisely, you have ten minutes to decide which is more to your interest. Be that to take your chances with the imperial war machine or throw in with us and achieve greatness beyond even your own dreams. But whatever the choice, choose you must.” As he waited, Karys coiled himself within the force. One wrong move from one of them, one wrong insult or finger jab of accusation and they would soon learn just how true his threats were.
  15. *Approximately an hour before the Axis Fleet arrives* -------------------------------------------------- Karys had remained quiet since the training had ended, he thought it best to let Nok contemplate his own failure and think how to not fail again. Yet he couldn't fault him, everyone failed the first time. As the ship arrived at Kuat the Sith Lord suppressed his use of the Force, it was best not to advertise the fact of who he was in the force just as much as with his identity. He also took the appropriate measure of hiding his lightsabre up his sleeve but easily in reach. You couldn't be to sure around an area where Imperial Knights roamed freely. -------------------------------------------------------- He was happy that Nok's Kuati noble connections appeared to have paid off as they landed and were quickly allowed through however. The rest of the journey was rather uneventful as the skiff arrived at the Estate for the meeting with no problems thus far. Karys counted his luck, hoping it would last. He remembered the dossier, he was Darius Jadeo. And he was here to meet with a Lord Ekros, Lord Ferios and another he did not know. A certain Lady. As he waited he wondered what had Nok's attention. He too had felt something but paid it little mind, until now...he decided to leave it be and Nok to be the one to investigate, if it was worth his attention he would soon know. Soon enough a trio arrived, one a dark-skinned human by the looks of it. And then it happened. The sirens wailed distantly, it appeared the fleet had arrived far sooner than he anticipated...which was unexpected. But then no plan ever survived first contact he recalled. As Nok began to walk away, Karys spoke briefly. “Remember what I told you aboard the ship. Since we have run out of time, do what you can and observe if we are driven into combat. I shall see you shortly, we shall have to make this a quick meeting.” He turned to the trio, bowing slightly. Yet still exuding a sense of power, one that demanded the utmost respect. “You must be the three I was told of I presume? I am the one Nok spoke of, Darius Jadeo. Shall we head inside? We will have to make this brief, it appears my friends have arrived ahead of schedule. Most unexpectedly.”
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