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  1. "M—Master Qaela? It is good to hear your voice again. Our Lord Emperor awaits your arrival within the palace halls, He has guests.. Long live the Empire, Iziz welcomes you!"
  2. The Sith Empire


    Inquisitor Barca was silent. He watched the gathering with curiosity, hands wrapped loosely behind his back. The crew of the Onager-Class did not spare a moment to blink, or split their attention elsewhere, their minds were absorbed in strategy and numbers. Quiet relays spread between them like a virus, quick whisperings and even quicker hands. Gnelroth enjoyed the monstrous hush of space, and the way the metal of these warships whined as they soared the blackness. He never held a mind for entertaining the gallantry that his enemies imposed, but he would see to it that their ignorance was paid in blood. "..Helmsman. Form up with our allies, we attack at once." His voice calm, his eyes locked. War had begun. Artillery Battery: Incendiary (Vulcan) Commander: Exodus, Inquisitor Barca Task Force Experience: Green, 1XP Onager-Class Artillery Cruiser, God of Cinder |10/20| Imperial II-Class Frigate, Gremlin |3/3| Engineering Support Cluster: Bucket Brigade (Chariot) Commander: Exodus, Inquisitor Barca Task Force Experience: Green, 1XP Providence-Class Carrier, Blood Merchant |9/9| Interceptor-Class Frigate, Maiden |3/3| Interceptor-Class Frigate, Iron Moth |3/3| Interceptor-Class Frigate, Little Wasp |3/3| Raider-Class Corvette, Left Hand |2/1| Raider-Class Corvette, Right Hand |2/1| Heavy Brawler Escort: Hammer and Anvil (Colossus) Commander: Exodus, Inquisitor Barca Task Force Experience: Green, 1XP Gladiator-Class Star Destroyer, Colossus |35/25| Golan I Space Defense Platform |25/25| (GSDP)
  3. [Nemesis Beacon] Tactical Voice Communications ACTIVE — COMMAND *
  4. The dark walls began to kindle slowly. Strings of bright-red inscriptions illuminated upon stone, one after the other, circling the vast room. A sound of burning flint drew louder and louder as the arcane symbols lit up, layer after layer the strange symbols seethed. Amidst the commotion, a slamming racket rang out from the entryway to the sub-basement, undoubtedly the sound of heavy metal collapsing at the top of the stairs. The way was sealed. If there was another, none here knew of it. All around them was black, and stone, and nakedness of nothing. The air itself held a stale density to it, becoming cloudier as the foreign language continued to carve itself complete. The forgotten dialect began to pulsate as if it followed the rhythm of a beating heart, flickering from black to life. The small near-polyhedronic device was still and cold until now. Once the sizzling of stone crawled to a haunting close and the flames of written oration had drawn conclusion, the archaic holocron rattled where it laid. Red line-work throbbed throughout the metal frame, just as the walls around the foundation did. The rattling of the device remained indiscriminate of who or what had touched the surface of it's magic, choosing now to release a coal hue of chalk-like smoke from the source. Incomprehensible power emanated from the object, souring any hope of this being the right time to engage what was not yet understood. With every heartbeat of illumination from the ancient scripture detailed across the walls, it became quickly apparent that the inky smoke that poured fourth from the holocron began to churn into unusual shapes. The outlines became outlandishly tall, freakishly beast-like in every sense of the word. There was four shapes in particular, identical to the Nydaks of Dathomir. In fact, they were becoming just that..
  5. "When the first students to attempt pyromancy at Yrsrathik Academy were found burned to death by their own conjurations, the masters assembled the other students to demonstrate that those apprentices were just too weak to control the flames. The ensuing conflagration led to the banning of pyromantic studies. Even so, pursuit of mastery over the flame would lead to a procession of tragedies through history." - S Guide. "It is where I give thanks to the first flame. Such knowledge, none of you have earned. Now be silent." Helios could feel his temper twitch beneath his skin, the pain in his bones vexed his reasoning as he walked, and his patience wore thin. The stone steps allowed them to descend into the dark basement, visibility quickly becoming nil. They could feel their way down the stair-way as they did before, but these steps were only twenty deep in comparison to the long descent from the red sands they had just endured. The basement was cold, smoothed out rock went from wall to wall, and from the ceiling to the bottom. If there was a measure of airflow down here, it was hidden from the naked eye. There was a slight chill if their natural bodies could feel it, a frigidness that seemed to stick to the barren space. The square footage down here, was significantly larger than it was on the floor above, but natural eyes would not allow them to see the distance. Helios' flame danced joyfully, shedding light to the bleakness of their surroundings. They walked together for only a few steps, and just before their stop, a small object laid at the feet of the Master of Flame. The shape of the item was pyramidal, framed with a strange metallic alloy, shining as if the substance breathed because of the nearness of the small ember. Helios swept his dark robes out of the way, presenting the dead item to the broad silhouettes of his small troupe. "I will not pretend to understand the reasons that the three of you have chose to come to this world. You allude to a learning that has escaped you, an edification that will make use of the gift that is trickling inside of your bodies. Yet, you do not know who I am, I do not know any of you, and it would seem, that the three of you have barely scratched the surface of who you have traveled the stars with. We are all strangers in the mud. That will change, and quickly. This place is where the three of you will rest, study, and prepare. It is as empty as the connections we share between one another, as meaningless as your anticipation to become more. Put your vanity aside and understand that your buoyancy in this place, will guarantee a swift end, and I will not be the one to stay the blade that does it. The learnings you seek can bring you an indomitable power, evolving you into.. much more than what you are. But, tread carefully, for such things are not given freely. There is a price to be paid, whether you realize this or not. The gifts of the dark side are to be earned the hard way, hard ways that are necessary to govern wild spirits. Your flesh, your friendships, your wit, and your lives will be tested. Leave it all behind and empty your minds. Ishvara must have taught you the importance of this, but your jovial minds have much more to discover here upon these sands. You will see the dead walk before your very eyes, and your nightmares will come knocking, and they will find you. I implore you all to be ready for this. Solus, you are as nimble as a Mandallian Giant in six-inch heels. You must familiarize your circuitry to that of your natural body. Your cognition of these things are surely infantile, which marks you as the easiest target. Aliss and Roshan, Solus is as strong as the two of you will ever be. Kill it, dispose of it's body, or harness your weakest link until your weakest is impervious to death. The choice I leave between you three. Rest, break bread with one another, and I will return in the dawning of the Red. ...Do not lay a finger on this, I warn you only this once." Lord Helios pointed downwards, and to the Holocron at his foot. He made sure the three of them could see it as he shed his staff-light to the small relic positioned in the middle of the barren floor. He cut-eye with the troupe, and made his way to the level they had come from, taking the only source of light with him. The rest was for them to figure out, for he would return when he saw fit.
  6. For what was months at a time, Helios sat atop the secret entrance, nestled upon rolling red sands. At every break of dawn, he set himself into a trance, swimming in meditation over the thousands that bustled below. He knew he needed to find himself students to impart his teachings, creatures willing to sacrifice their mind and body to the learnings of the dark side. Death was inevitable, and what a waste it would be to wither away without proper seeding. He knew better now to temper himself, elsewise he would burn himself through more acolytes than he could count from the Bastion, but none could ever manage to endure the rise of his teachings. Strangely, the fumbling crew had happened across him after all this time, turning the table on who would find who, yet none of them were like anything he had ever expected. Helios knew they would become more fodder to the flame, but at least one of them could rise above. But who? “Enemies. Competition. Strange ants that we don’t know and I don’t trust.” Aliss was a blunt blade, her emotions etched into her face for all to see, and along her forearms drew fury and resentment. She was the closest to the wicked flames, and Helios could feel the wisps of fire at his fingertips almost call out to the woman. She was predatorial in her presentation, and whenever she spoke, her voice dripped with an interesting malice. There were layers to her, in the way she walked, in the way her eyes remained ever-piercing. Her story, he imagined, was one filled with betrayal and pain rolled tightly inside of her cold heart. Was it her? “You’ll have to excuse the girl, Master Helios. She spent her entire life on Ishvara...” “I see legacy. Something forged likely through hard labor, if not slave labor, that will probably outlive us all. I see players, cogs if you will, most likely doing their part and performing their roles. And more importantly, I see knowledge and opportunity. Old things often hide knowledge long forgotten. Old ‘magics’ more powerful in the hands of the worthy than most will ever know or actualize.” Order. This one smelled of the old magics, one of rigid constitution, one of a quiet power. His hunger was sheathed perfectly beneath his feline features. He was the adhesive to this small company, the unyielding chieftain of their journey, and perhaps the most experienced of the bunch. He spoke of his past life on the surface briefly, his training with another halted into stagnation. Would his vanity keep him from learning the hard way? Would he truly submit, or would his nature find him burnt into a crisp? These were the questions that whispered in the charred scalp of the Great Helios. If Roshan could succeed, maybe they all would find a way with this creature by their side. “I...I see…well I see a place of life...of...potential. A place to possibly learn or...” There it was. When the sentient fusion of machine and stone spoke, hesitation crawled from the voice module in abundance. In that moment, a gauge was finalized between the three, illustrating just who and what they were in summation. Aliss was the highest extreme, cradling the most radical end of the criterion, a flame that could end them all. Roshan scaled the center, his poise and demure tying the team together at the core. Solus was the beginning, the most earnest and uncultivated of embers, with a promise that could far surpass any one of these individuals, or drag behind the others with a propensity for conserving it’s true nature. Abruptly, a distraction set in place, and Helios was now convinced. He watched menacingly as the transaction of words between Solus, and another denizen of the passage transpired. None were to be trusted in these grand halls, for the most cutthroat of beings could find themselves here, attempting to cheat their way up the hierarchy of power. Force sensitives were hated, and it was jealousy of those without, that plotted to end those that were gifted. This Tear drew too much attention, and for that alone, Helios considered slaughtering the thing. “Yes, opportunity! That is what I see! Haha!” Helios watched the little potion-maker scamper off. He knew that this was now much more than a curious deal to be had. The inhabitants of the passage could detect when things were awry in their little pit of seclusion. Although there were many that moved about the black markets with purpose, this new union staggered without, and became a glowrod of this opportunity that his would-be students had spoke of. Danger would come, and they would be tested. The Master of the Wicked Flame pulled up the folds of his robe, ensuring his tell was not revealed to others, covering as much of his skin as he could. “Undoubtedly, you’ve been here countless times, Master Helios. But tell us. What do you see?” There was no answer more right than the other, this was a matter of perspective. The markets would open, and then they would close. The people here would come, and they would go. The tunnel systems would field this union to temples, to the Bastion, to the dormitories, naturally formed wonders off of the beaten path. There would be joy, order, hate, jealousy, lawlessness, and injustice in every which way you could imagine it. Stillness was hard to find, and peace was tested whenever you were not watching. The Passage was watching now, and there was a collective nestled deep inside of it, that would seek what they imagined was owed. "I believe what we look for, gives birth to what we see, and I see a wildfire brewing." Enemies, Competition, Mistrust, Legacy, Cogs, Knowledge, Opportunity, Wildfire. "There is no need to excuse the fair lady, she is right not trust these people. They do not trust you, and now they know just how to spot you. They have seen you descend from the scaffolding of the rock-ways, they have tongues that will tell tall tales of promise, and as long as you parade that dog of yours, they can pick you from a crowd. They will not pay for that creature, Solus. You will find a knife buried deep between your crust before you see a flash of coin. They will drag you from the markets and dismember you for parts, and then skin your mates for their organs. Remember, the red sands and the things beneath them are no casual matter. We must move. Follow me. Lord Helios shuffled his staff and took point at the bottom of the rock-way. He kept a few paces ahead of the others, leaving room for them to spread and watch each other's rear as they drew through the crowds. Any and everything you could think of, had an exhibition stand to advertise what it was they were looking to part with. From combat-effective gear to spices and outlandish cuisines. Smoke both pleasant and unpleasant fumed the spacious hollow-town. Mobs of individual, mostly cloaked, moved rudely against the herds. There were no traffic measures down here, it was a free-for-all of chaos and coin. Thieves, children, humanoids, and the strangest of creatures form a melting pot on the hardened clay alley-ways. Most of the action formed at the mid-town square, which was mostly just a gigantic ring-shaped marketplace that led to other districts at the outskirts of its center. Tall, short, fat and skinny, various body types pushed into each other to have their way. There were pockets of musicians riddled throughout the marketplace, spread out enough to not interfere with one another's sound, but loud enough in their own respect to drone out the noise of hard travel. The music was refreshing, depending on the hour of the day, which foreigners could only guess at, was indicative to the mood of the sound. Now, the symphonies were charged with ecstasy, feeding the consumers and brigands with a raw energy. The Master of the Wicked Flame, held just that inside of his splintered staff. When it raged inside of it's cage, the sound of the heat caught the eyes of those that stood before it and inched away from the group. The four of them would make their way to the edges of the market and file down a more narrow alley-way. This corridor was infinitely littered with dwellings and lodgings of all sorts. Hostelries, saloons, small restaurants, alehouses and tinier bazaars that facilitated the many different species that roamed these parts. They rose high and low, all seemingly of the same large and expansive block, but accessed from just this side of the alley. Other alleyways held different options, and led to alternative districts for the underworld society, neighboring this was one dedicated to places of worship, and another botanical study and garden conservatories. If they followed true, they would soon push themselves into a rather tucked-away house of worship. Nothing special inside, mostly carved from the same stone they stood on, with benches and a strange altar that dedicated itself to no one in particular. When there, Helios would reveal a key inside of his grip that would loosen a secret entrance and lead them down another set of stairs (smaller now, and made of black stone), and then they would begin.
  7. THE SPACE BETWEEN SAND. He watched them, such a curious bunch. Reminded him of the little ones that had come to marvel of red fire and blackened ash on the first day. The jovial acolytes of his class, juvenile to the steep power that the force would offer them, unprepared for the hate that would boil in their veins forever. These few however; their speech seemed mired with tones of hope, pleasantries and perhaps a strange bravery. Such character was contrary to the bastards that were belched from prison reform to serve the Sith, even the camaraderie they showed here was an alien feeling. These were ideals that the Master had not seen for a time in these wretched sands. These were ideals that would most likely lead to brutish death by the hands of hungrier students. There was time yet, to see if these few would one day turn on each other, and find daggers to settle into the spines of the ones they had arrived with. A powerful trinity like the one of old, was unlikely. He allowed the wind fury of the coming storm to fill in the silence, choosing not to answer the introduction of either creature. "..Come with me." His leaning on the staff finally took, and a loud crunch was heard. The fire inside of the staff illuminated beyond a furious pallet of bright-orange, mixing now with a sickly green and black. The sand beneath him, and for a few feet outside of his circumference, began to slowly gyrate in a counterclockwise flush. The area became seismic, trembling with just enough force to unhinge one's standing balance. The shifting sands started to dissipate before their eyes, now showing that the staff was wrenched into a strange sealing mechanism. A solid plate of metal was unearthed while the strong rattling soon reached a climax, then came to a boring halt. Exposed slabs of metal continued to innocuously drain the bleeding sands, unveiling an opening maw that proved to be a hidden entrance after all. Helios held his eyes tightly closed, with a single hand concentrated over the loosening access point. Once the widening diameter was large enough to fit the full berth of a hover-cruiser, Helios moved without further delay, descending the stairwell that extended into the belly of reddened rock. He moved slow, almost deceivingly so, but with enough time for the strange folk to follow his lead. He would not ask them, he would show them. If reluctance was their answer, the darkmetal plates would not wait more than sixty seconds to independently reseal. The downward spiraling steps spanned at least a mile, starting as roughshod metal, which slowly buried itself into the cavernous rock that surrounded them and became a natural outcropping of steps. Metal was outmatched here beneath the rolling sands, only illustrating the strangeness of nature's design down here. Vicious stalagmites, craggy drip-stones and carved images of tremendous taunting gargoyles haunted these parts. In every direction hung brilliant carvings, billows of black smog, and waltzing flames to light the way. The air was easy for now, but the open flames that ran the length of the structured outcropped stairway strangely captured the eye, choking the air in places with a hoarse smoke that seemed to revitalize the body. Walls continued to close in around them, making it impossible to see what was yet below, and where it was they had come from. The walls held history though, etched tapestries of powerful creatures that once shaped these omniscient tunnels. Helio spoke nothing, knowing at least some of them followed nearby with the sound of feet hitting the awkward pavings. The Master of the White Flame worked himself a small distance ahead of the group, only by aid of comfort from how many times he had traveled these access points. With that separation though, he always came to a stop when the marvel of Vardin Valley came into view. The walls opened up closer to the tail-end of their long descent and a sprawling panorama became all that could steal your breath. If one was not careful, the stretching phenomenon below was distracting of how high the distance really was. Plenty had met an easy death from these heights. This was an incredible underworld, carved from stone and old magic. Fantastically large columns sprung up from the pits of Korriban and heaved into the roofing of the hollow under-city. There were people everywhere, spirited crowds reminiscent of communal trade-villages, everyone eager to make pace and address their tasks at hand. Most of them were dressed in moth-eaten robes, hued in a red dustier than the sands above. Others were of larger species, or of blackened robes, some even of the green that Master Helios drew upon himself. The remaining steps would lead them into the wayfaring industrious market, but other lanes of foot-traffic would find you in the residential quarters, temples of worship, the forges, or a bevy of other quadrants. All things lead through the Bastion of Pelko, and Vardin Valley was a sea of opportunity hidden from the prying eyes of those who did not belong. "Roshan, Solus, Aliss. What do you see?" Assuming them to fall in just a few steps to his own, his voice echoed inside of their heads, wholly inquisitive to how they perceived what now laid before them, their answers waiting to be judged.
  8. He listened intently while a trace of disdain played against his peeling features, but his composure was without flaw. The creature was well-winded, speaking in tongue with a confused arrogance that no master of the dark side would bother to endure. But for now, he ate slow-burning torture. He leaned the staff harder into the sands, and the fire captured within it looked as if it began to swell in size as he did so. "Enough!" Perhaps this Cathar did not understand the tones of the Sith language, or perhaps it just enjoyed the sound of it's own voice. He then pulled the hood from his head to reveal a scathed man, burned flesh through and through, ailing thickets of muscle and exposed bulbous vessels that dry-heaved over the features of his face. "I wonder if in this language you will understand my meaning. Your words are empty. You speak many of them, far too many for an old man to care for, and all of which mean nothing to me. You are loyal to a name that has expired and holds no weight. You recklessly trod across lands foreign to you, imploring direction without addressing just who you are, much less the dismal company you you choose to keep. You stand before a keeper of the sands, and you have proven unwise, stranger. This comfort you speak of, the word is unfamiliar to my kind. Pain is the only luxury you will find standing before me, for I am a Master in the arts you seek, one exemplified in studies of the Wicked Flame. With but a whisper, you and those entrusted to follow you, would become no more than ash stirred by the ass-end of this old staff. But with temper, I fear the flame would swallow us all." The pyromancers of the Krath were uncanny catalysts to a primordial savage unlike any other, the boils that surfaced their skins were testament to how they earned their names, and earned their abilities. "I am Darth Helios, and you will yield to me and surrender your identities, or you will feel the heat of Horuset settle into your bones."
  9. Low laughter came suddenly in response, almost a growling as it first started, but then the humor grew as loud as the roaring winds. The creature had to double over with hand on knee, contradictory to the usual rigid appearance of him and his kind. But then he readjusted, straightening himself while leaning more of his weight onto the make-shift staff. He eyed the flame that he had captured earlier, and then returned his gaze towards the rather strange collection of sentient or semi-sentient bodies. They were serious, and it was only now that the creature had realized what they had just asked for. The storm was opening up somewhere near, but the skies were too choked with dust and clouds to pinpoint how far out the chaos really was. Anas buti zo grezmenes faejon va, Hisxis.. That is a dangerous request, Cathar.. He let the thought sink in, the very notion of how dangerous the masters of the dark side could be. Their reputations were of an ill-kind. Capable of stacking the odds against them and coming out on top, each and every time. The power that the masters of the dark side held within them, more often than not, drove them sick with unquenchable blood-lust. There were few left if truth be told, most burning out like a flame to waxen wicks. Those that hungered for the knowledge and the power grew in significant numbers, while those that had achieved both of these things, were a dying breed. The creature used his free hand to pull his hood up, and cover his face a little better than before, the sand hitting his charred face was far from pleasant. J'us zenoti tave lirza, kad sis buti nie dits bauztipe latraha. J'us buti takjona, su yunoks katesi askal tu'iea vadinti.. You know the tongue, but this is no charter school. You are strangers, with little merit behind your names.. The heavy accent of his Sith diction came out rough, nearly as if anger was attributed to his entire speech, but this was just the sound of the pyromancer at large. His watched them all, with a curiosity to match his natural paranoia. This world was one of savages, creatures willing to sacrifice their lives in the name of ascension. What stood before him, was untested, and perhaps a small threat to these sacred sands. .. Armijio. Ar sis buti tu'iea geida, na j'us nayir rajidona tu'saen stai ir dabar. Nuo j'us ir tu'iea idevoka, sekleti buti stuyi. ..Yet. If this is your wish, then you must surrender yourselves here and now. For you and your intentions, shall be tested. Kam zodis j'us? What say you?
  10. OWL The Chidinkalu Horn sang a beautiful melody, serenading the retreating masses of the marvelous tea house. The bone-white musical instrument was made from the hollowed-out reeds of a chidinka, masterfully gripping breath into mesmeric sounds and affliction. The low tones it produced was enough to hypnotize audiences far and wide into a deep gaze, as if they could watch the notes peel from the flute itself, taking shape before them all with the naked eye. The creature dressed in strange decor, covered daringly in the cut-and-trim of a beastmaster’s kit. His helmet bore a half-skull with four long horns that twisted outward, while the rest of him was dressed in a medium-leather that oozed with bestial fur at every crevice. Darkness on the Land was the album he played, by mostly Scarlet symphonies as decreed by the Imperial Board of Culture. Still, the ominous cut of the bone-mask was all one could find in his expression as he laid against the lamp-post. Unassuming, and enchanting as the melodies grew louder and louder, while the sun drifted beneath the clouds. “City of Glass" "Darkness on the Land" "Emotional Hostages" "Jewels" "Lonely Heart Spaceport" "Night is a Curtain" "Slow Dancing Star" (Zutia Lavell)
  11. VEXOK SAVAKA Far from luxury, far from the ordinary. The rolling sands of red began to boil something fierce beneath them. Over the last few months, tremendous sand storms impregnated the lands, storming across the old terrestrial and wreaking a havoc that frightened off-worlders to their core. We had been too inviting, and the spirits knew this. Cultists spent halved decades prophesying a powerful shift in the high dune-shores of Korriban, telling of a time where hedonism and worldly possessions would return to a sweeping dust. The spirits were angered, tourists and wayfarers gathered in record amounts, keen on studying the immortals works of those that drank and died in the dark side of the force. The teachings of more than just the Sith, of practitioners that vested their life blood in the studies of primal sorcery and the most forbidden of arts, were on showcase for the spoil and pillage of the undeserving. The rule of the traitorous white wolf had endorsed such sacrilege, and his love for the enemy had blinded him to the deflowering of his culture. Korriban was a Gate to inexplicable power, and the doors were slowly closing under the watch of the Spider. A small wind crept up on the derelict port, a little stronger than the usual, worsening levels of visibility. The humans that worked these parts looked drained of the color in their skin, and machine-like in the way they systemically secured the newest docked vessel. A Cathar, a strange Droid, and a Tuk'ata disembarked and continued on their path, perhaps searching for a thing that no longer existed here. Comfort, was long gone in these parts, and as the Sith Empire drew itself across the galactic front, these red sands darkened under their seven moons. All the same, the winds continued to strengthen, and the trek to the nearest temple was a mile up-shore. As the three pressed onward, they came upon a creature overlaid in a dull-green cloak, holding a protected flame fixed to a long black-metal staff. He held the make-shift lantern high, unconcerned with how much of the burnt flesh on his face peaked through his sagging hood. He worked his jaw, easing the stiffness that shot up to his peeling cheekbones. "J'us buti vi griezta fopa ant bnila, j'us dary nenx ana dyibio j'us naile mirtis. Buti sis atuzirsaga, ax tarabaga?" You are as heavy hooves on glass, you do not walk as if you fear death. Is this arrogance, or madness? The voice yawned out across the distance as they approached, addressing the three of them indiscriminately. His concern was not for their lives, but for the terror that their lack of precaution would stir. The lands were not what they once were, and their footsteps hammered the sands, signaling the things buried low and far. The creature stood before them now, awaiting their response.
  12. "..Neimodian." The word strangled from a rasping voice, throaty and outlandishly darker than the milieu of the tower. Attention drew to the figure in black, bandaged completely in a robe of shadow, hauntingly poised a few feet behind the one drawn as Nok Morliss. This creature had been tasked to him since the Kuati invasion, digesting behaviors and patterns in the force unfamiliar to those that could not read them. There were no features to scrutinize, nothing to escape the overlapping shadows that clamored about the creature unnaturally. Whatever this thing was, manifested cold insidious energy as if a mirror to the likeness of this place, snarling primordially before the promise of an apprentice. "You mustn't wake what stirsss abovee," the voice slithered across skin, hollow enough to raise hairs. "Not.. just.. yet." The shadow inched closer, as if it floated on the thinnest of air. "You come bearing nothing but flesssh and bone, and that iss what it will rip from you. An offering, young Morlisss, do not sstir the Lord of this place without one." Timely, the sound of scratching and low rumblings, echoed across the barren darkness. "You will find an offering in the waterss of Mon Calamari. Find thisss, and either Spider will be pleaaasssed." The shadow vanished.
  13. The machines of the Sith were ceaseless, the differences in respective banners were vast, but each one hailed the command of the Spider. The crest was almighty, unyielding in presence as it was imprinted on each and every vessel of war that flooded the Coruscanti sector. All hail the Sith Empire. The Goliath, the Reaver, and the Chirikyât entered the engaged territory synchronously, coordinating through past experience and familiarity. Their coordination was zealous in practice, and executed well during real-time. Many commanders shared news of the small victories that continued to pour through the streams of deployed spy-bots, many more means of intelligence swarming into every section that their ordinances would allow. When Master Qaela had defeated the treasonous Raven, the entire Imperial nation rejoiced with a spirit that shook the known galaxy. Fearlessness settled into the hearts of their citizens, and a savoring of revenge was a taste that the loyalists would never forget. She had mowed a history that was stained with a breach of faith, but as her weapon beat down the pride of the pretender, Lady Qaela had lifted her promise before the hungriest of the Empire, and they were proud of what she had demonstrated. Her followers would broaden, and those that entreated the Masters of the Dark Side, would now include her name amidst the appointed. Her name would be spoken with esteem. Task Forces GOLIATH 30 / 30 FLAGSHIP (Augmentations: Axial Weapon) Experience: Green, 1XP Commander: Captain Rosa Orsaa , Commanding Officer GENERAL CHARACTERISTICS Status: Active (12/ 05/ 2019) Homeport: Arachnakorr Description: The Xhendora-Class Dreadnought is one of the largest vessels in the Sith-Imperial Armada. So far only two vessels of the class, The Goliath, and another under construction. These two advanced warships are designated as Fleet command ships, and form the core of a line of battleships and dreadnoughts intended to counter any direct assault in Sith-Imperial Space by a large scale fleet formation. Dense, cutting edge armor, heavy shielding, reinforced hulls, and numerous other internal and external modification make the hull one of the most rugged ever constructed to serve under the Imperial Machine. The heavy-set firepower, and thick armor make the Goliath one of the most formidable forces in known hyperspace. Direct and deliberate frontal assaults easily overpower lesser opponents. Under the Goliath's relentless assault most targets break and run, or surrender if retreat is impossible. REAVER COVERT STRIKE FORCE Vornskr Stealth Crusier Experience: Green, 1XP Composition: Captain Alvaro Correra , Commanding Officer Lieutenant Commander Corey Seidling. GENERAL CHARACTERISTICS Status: Active (12/ 05/ 2019) Homeport: Umbara Description These Stealth Cruisers are heavily armed and independent operations vessels. They are intended to patrol the conflict prone fringes of Sith-Imperial occupied space. They are heavily armed with multiple heavy bay weapons. They often engage groups of raiders, and scouts attempting to penetrate their patrol routes to reach prioritized settlements, or respond to attacks on shipping and isolated facilities. Usually operating alongside other task forces for added protection against fighters the Vornskr Stealth Ship is often deployed for several months at a time before it is relieved by another vessel. During these patrols the ship will transit to multiple systems and set up ambushes along trouble prone routes or near key systems in it's area of operation. The captain has wide discretion in their routes, tactics, and when to engage ships belonging to hostile factions. While multiple patrols may pass between actions, these stealth cruiser squadrons are among the most daring vessels in the Sith-Imperial Fleet. Due to the long duration of typical patrols the Reaver is equipped with workshops, hangers, and training areas for the crew.. This does limit the amount of ordnance, and armor the ship can carry however, the heavy firepower of the vessel is sufficient to eliminate all but the largest raiders and scouting vessels that it might encounter. Chirikyât X. HH: 10 / 10. DAMAGE: 3 / 5 Y. HH: 10 / 10. DAMAGE: 3 / 5 TYPE: Krath War Menagerie (Cruiser supported by two colossal Sithspawn, considered to be roughly cruiser sized themselves): Monsters in the Darkness (Sithspawn are considered to have the equivalent of ten hull health, and deal three damage to shields or five hull damage if the hull is exposed) Experience: Green, 1XP / A conspiracy of Sith sorcerers guide their unnatural creations to acts of destruction and butchery in the void. Each Sithspawn can attack a separate target. Composition: Srak Vordoonn, Beastmaster (Nikto) GENERAL CHARACTERISTICS Status: Active (12/ 05/ 2019) Homeport: Dxun-Onderon Rift Description: A late entry into the Imperial Navy, fielded mere weeks prior to the climactic Battle of Onderon, the Druid-Class Cruiser is an exceptional project concocted by the fearless Krath, boasting additional armor, hull reinforcement to protect previously-exposed elements of the unique cruiser structure. Additionally, it possesses three umbilical ports in its center structure to permit seamless maneuverability during extended combat operations with the Sith warbeasts that steer these vessels.
  14. [ Imperial Replenishment Fleet RX-311 ] Field Secured Container Vessels Bulk Freighters Maintenance Carriers Container Ships IM-455 Modular Garrisons (All variations) Supertanker Fuel Depots IGV-55 Surveillance Vessels Imperial Cargo Ships Imperial Dropship Transports 109-Z Armored Cargo Hovers Imperial Troop Transports Heavy Recovery Vehicles Ton-Falk-Class Escort Carriers Imperial Extermination Ship (Furnace) HAVw A6 Juggernauts TIE Reconnaissance Teams Y-85 Titan Dropship Coruscanti space now flooded with Imperial vessels. The deliberate sanctioning was an aggressive push for control before the chaos of the galactic throne reached a point of no return; the trillions without hope, abandoned by the galactic alliance, now found their saftey within the iron grip of the true Emperor. The dockyards of the Sith Empire, pivoted inside their own coveted territories, churning out an impressive patchwork of starships that served their visionary purposes. It was endless, and it was unstoppable. Now it was here. Container vessels spread themselves to the highest areas of concern, accompanied by tankers and militia in order to properly endorse the liveforms present. IM-8005 shield projector garrisons were constructed to shelter perimeters that suffered the brutal starfall from above, IM-S-653 Orbital Garrisons were erected above to assist in this. IM-X-981 Hostile Environment Garrisons were the most popular of these, with how devastated the major terrains were. And of course, Garrison complexes were chained to one another in the heaviest chokepoints, garnering an enormous support of operatives and militia to influence the hazards. Heavy Vehicles and Starships, more than just AT-ATs and TIE monstrosities, drenched the crippled planet abroad, quelling whatever now rose to challenge them. Civilian Population were shielded and sheltered inside the Garrisons, recovered in mass by hover-trains that continued to increase their spread of influence by the hour. Empire armor covered Coruscant whole, strenuously aiding and abetting those incapable or too weak to provide for themselves. Imperial Might poured on incessantly, crushing the remnants of those Crusaders, dismantling the wheels of chaos and disorder by those who have mastered both chaos and disorder. An Imperial Extermination Ship hung coolly in a high atmosphere, dictioned as The Furnace, responsible for detaining the insurrection of brigands and Crusaders that would swiftly find Imperial Justice. Sith influence remained intimate to the hardest of regions, breaking the friction with their command of the high-heralded dark side. The full brunt of the Imperial Militia functioned in full regalia; Sith Troopers, Commandos of the old Empire, Masters of the Dark Side and a deployment of much more were now visible. Rapidly, and efficiently, a world of automaton engineered a fluid and systematic regime present all over the Galactic Throne.
  15. Durstan sighed heavily, realizing their luck couldn’t have been worse. He walked slowly to where Private Shiro had pointed and took a peek down the hall himself. His visor revealed only so much, the power supplies in this vessel quite clearly failing. He shook his head hopelessly, knowing now that danger was everywhere. He tapped his metallic cuisse and reached into a hidden compartment to pull retrieve the datapad he just received from Captain Iven, “Well Private Shiro, you’ve got lead now.” He entered a sequenced password and confidential information booted to life. Captain Iven: “.. Make no mistake, soldiers. The Hexa is a derelict warship helmed by the infamous Galactic Alliance. All record of its existence has been wiped from most databases, but we’ve stubbornly tracked it failingly for decades. Most of us drew this ship up as a rumor of war, nothing more than another fairytale to inspire our rebellion. The Hexa is nothing more than a glorified prison barge, operationally off-the-books, disconnected from the holier-than-thou governing body. An alliance I spit on. Once those bastards fell, once the Galactic Union rotted from the inside-out, this vessel was abandoned. They condemned their own as a sacrifice, authorizing the unsanctioned slaughter of countless prisoners without trial, in the dead of space. I don’t know what happened here, most of the cells are emptied, others have taken their own lives, and those that remained have been mutilated beyond recognition. Madness has taken hold of any we’ve come across. The Hexa is dead in the water, the power sources have been drained or stolen to a necessity. The commander of this ship returned against their strict order, but they did not expect to jump into the collision of Hesperidium and Coruscant proper. No one anticipated where this thing came from, but neither the Cabal or the Crusaders had the patience to understand what had landed between them. Their anonymity went unchecked, but Imperial Intelligence demands that we discover what was hidden here. The commander? She--She (inaudible words, static) neurotic (inaudible words, static) no maintenance, no direction, and unable to preserve the livestock aboard the Hexa. We attempted to access the terminals, but she hangs and cycles on any attempt. There is a darkness on the bridge, an artifact, or maybe a few. The Cabal are not themselves, there is something controlling them. They do not adhere to their usual scouting report, they are inconsistent. They are unpredictable. They are feral. Not to mention the (inaudible words, static). Orders are to retrieve the Seal! Then evacuate before this place blows to smithereens. I fear I will not see you all on the other side, stand strong and long live the Empire!" The Immortal Seal of the Empire is used to mark correspondence from the Emperor to the Galactic Senate, and is also used as a symbol of the sovereignty itself. The central design, based on the iterations of pre-existing Empires, is the official coat of arms of the Emperor and also appears consistently on emblematic designs throughout their worlds. The seal of the Emperor was developed over a long period of time before being defined in law, and its early history remains obscure. A political signage for the ruler of the galaxy. The Galactic Alliance had this secreted away on the Hexa, as this is an iconic and empowering tool politically for the old Imperial regime. “Private Shiro, this information is incriminating, even though the GA is no more, we are in dangerous waters.” Private Durstan walked over to the nearest terminal, handing over the datapad to his new leader before leaning into the terminal behind him. He went through familiar processes and then the transmissions systems cracked awake. The entire ship could hear this now; GREETINGS. GREETINGS.. I AM YOUR HOST, CONSTRUCT 0854329-ERR. (SOUND CUTS OUT. STATIC) ERR- I AM YOUR HOST, PRISM. PLEASE EVACUATE THE HEXA AT YOUR NEAREST CONVENIENCE. THIS FACILITY IS HOME TO CRIMINALS FROM ACROSS OUR GALACTIC SPACE. THE SECURITY SYSTEMS HERE ARE STATE OF THE ART BECAUSE YOUR SAFETY IS OUR HIGHEST PRIORITY. LONG MAY THE GALACTIC ALLIANCE PROSPER! THE GALACTIC ALLIANCE HAS FALLEN. ALL SYSTEMS HAVE BEEN COMPROMISED. PLEASE EVACUATE. PLEASE ENJOY YOUR STAY. GREETINGS. I AM PRISM.
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