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  1. Nok Morliss


    "Commander Jorus...enemy fleet is jumping to hyperspace! Full retreat!" Jorus smiled as the bridge cheered. The Empire had won. The rebels- "Commander! The Lightsbane! It's...it's been destroyed!" "What!?" "A ship evaded our sensor sweeps and assaulted it. We're receiving orders to pursue." "Pass the orders onto the Broken Bullet and Moon Beetle." Outside the viewport, the shattered remains of the imperial ship spun through space, framing the stealth cruiser in debris. "Destroy it."
  2. That is power. Nok watched the currents of the Dark Side respond to the passions of the Sith as he scythed and weaved through tentacles' grip. He did not grip the Force and wield like a crude weapon. He flowed through it, and it wove to his desire, a beast anticipating its master, a body obeying its mind. I see. I see where I was wrong. Nok had only ever seen Darth Akheron truly wield the Dark Side, the man a font of focused power that crackled and scorched the universe with pure intensity, like the moment of a bomb's detonation preserved in a life-form. Nok had been aping him, trying to gather that intensity with each expression of the Force, only to be frustrated time and again as it came slowly and slipped his grasp. But this new lord...he was a creature of power, but not the same as Akheron, any more than a cloaking field was the same as a blaster bolt. His power was subtle and fluid, and he ran with it instead of wielding it. But...that's not my way either, is it? I need to go back to the beginning. Nok let his Force attack fall and let the gathered strength drain. This was important, he knew it was important without knowing why. I don't wield. I don't flow. Nok couldn't close his eyes. He simply stopped looking outward. The world, the battle, the task, it all faded away. I unravel. Nok's mind let go, and he unspooled into the Force. His mind threatened to pull apart as it rode the currents of life, power, and passion. He let it. That fear that had threatened to overwhelm him, the invasive presence he'd recoiled from, returned at his call as if it had never left. Maybe it hadn't. Stronger than ever, it coalesced around him, whispering his own thoughts. Are you a conqueror? A coward? Or nothing at all? I don't know what I am. ... Good answer. Nok did not rise out of the depths of the Force. He came out the other side. The battle raged around him much as it had before. The fear, rage, and death resonated through the chamber, giving Nok the vision he needed. But now he saw more. He saw intricacies to the currents that the passions of the dying stirred. He the faintest hint of patterns and structure in the rolling energy that moved unseen by organic and artificial eyes. But more than that, he understood it. His comprehension wasn't academic or conscious. It was a part of him. He just had to let go to take hold. "I am one with the Force... ...and the Force serves me." Nok didn't gather the Force or try to move with it. He touched it gently. The Force responded as he knew instinctively that it would. His hand held out in mimicry of his will, he gestured at one of the tendrils that had gotten close. He grasped it and flung it aside into the stone wall, the wet slap of cartilage and meat hitting stone reverberating in Nok's ears like a victory bell. No delay, no clumsiness, no difficulty. It had been as easy as tossing a stick from his hand. I don't wield the Force. I don't flow with the Force. I unravel into the Force, and so I understand it.
  3. The screams of the troopers accented the bursts of terror that washed across the room. Nok watched in stunned fascination as the...creature swallowed Xar before spitting him back out. The droid, true to its ego, got right back up, shouted orders, and fired at the thing. And yet, Nok couldn't actually see the monster. The Dark Side warped around it in a haze, only giving Nok glimpses of teeth as the troopers were drawn struggling toward the unseen maw. Backpedaling, he raised his hands, gathering the Force to him before throwing the most powerful push he could at the nearest tentacles, hoping to give the troopers enough space to start firing back. He immediately began gathering for another push, gritting his teeth as his mind raced to find a way out of this. The Sith who'd been washed in with them, that was the their best hope. Even now, the Dark Side coalesced around him in subtle patterns and complex currents Nok would never have been able to picture. The power moving through this man was greater than any he'd seen before.
  4. Nok Morliss


    "Sir...the fighter carrier is gone! Our Velvet Ire has completely destroyed it!" "Keep up the barrage! We're not out of this yet!" Still...how much longer will they keep this up? Jorus didn't care for the firepower arrayed against them. The Black Bracer's timely positioning had denied the enemy a straightforward assault several times, but the armored hulk wasn't invincible. And that star destroyer...that thing was heavily armed and shielded beyond any standard imperial vessel. The flaming wreckage of an enemy fighter that had strayed too close to the Black Bracer exploded into shrapnel as it passed by the bridge, briefly illuminating the room in orange light. Jorus grimaced, but didn't react. "New coordinates and targeting priorities, prepare to broadcast."
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    The barrage of turbolaser fire transformed into rippling blasts along the Black Bracer's shields. On the bridge, the dull thuds rhythmically boomed through the room, punctuating the reports being called out from stations. "Shields dropping...40% and falling." "Sir, reporting direct hits from the Moon Beetle and Broken Bullet. Debris is disrupting our scanners, but no corvettes appear to have survived the barrage." "The Divine Justice. Status?" "Unclear, but it suffered heavy damage sir." Jorus's mouth twisted. The rebel's reinforcements brought them some much needed firepower, but the superior command and quality of the imperial fleet was leaving rebels dead in droves. The wreckage of ships and the corpses of crewmen hung scattered in the void between fleets, slowly turning as they careened into the infinite. Would the rebels fight to the bloody end or run? "Push us forward to sector 1148. Let's give them a reason to run. Prepare for updated targeting priorities."
  6. Nok's hand closed around the lightsaber hilt hidden under the chilled water. Surreptitiously he clipped it to his belt and didn't mention it. Xar had killed the woman, but he didn't seem interested in the valuable weapon, and Nok didn't want to draw his attention to it if he could help it. Still in pain from his fall, Nok could see the shape of the peculiar droids. They were no model he recognized, and they seemed decidedly fish-like in their design with their heads eerily similar to a Mon Calamari. He struggled to comprehend how they were still standing, but couldn't tell if they were even running anymore. They didn't appear to be armed, and weren't moving to stop Nok and Xar, so he hoped they were nonfunctional or at least didn't see the pair as threats. One of Nok's knives dropped back into his left hand as his right drew his blaster. The voice moved through the Force, spoke through the Force, but had no apparent source. Nok's attention fell on the altar and the skeletal remains laid atop it. His grim, tight lips creeped up into a macabre smile. He'd read about the labs of Force-sensitives amassing knowledge of concepts like souls and spirits centuries beyond modern science, and an altar in a lab filled with a dark presence matched the ideal perfectly. He crouched as he tamped down his dreams of the possible treasure trove they'd found, and forced his thoughts onto a more cautious track. The source of that voice...the corpse? A guardian? *Rumble* Is that...panic? Springing back at the sudden deluge, Nok half leapt, half sprinted to the wall and pressed his back against it. Water surged past his feet, and to Nok's Force senses, he saw the panicked struggle of sea creatures slipping into the flooding lab like dropped glowballs. Then, larger things dropped through. People. Alright, so they're functional after all. Nok sidestepped along the edge of the wall towards the back of the room, away from the droids and the altar. Fate or chance or the Force had granted him a surplus of new people, and if any of them were his companions who'd gladly thrown themselves at the Sith, he had no doubt they'd trigger whatever danger was here first if he just held back. Still...the feel he got from the newcomers was different... He sheathed his knife and holstered his pistol, but kept his hands ready to draw again.
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    The starfield erupted in explosions as the ships dealt death to each other. Corvette after corvette shattered into slag and debris as the bombardment. Jorus grimaced as reports came in of a Sith Cruiser blasting apart under a concentrated barrage. "Sir! The Divine Justice's shields are down!" "And Zyro?" "He reports that he doesn't appear to have been spotted. He's still lining up his attack vector." "Good, keep me apprised." "Sir, communications are online, we're receiving tactical telemetry from our allies." Jorus stared down at the data flooding in, then nodded. "Move along this heading, and order Moon Beetle and Broken Bullet to fire along these vectors." "Yes sir!"
  8. She died defiantly rather than lose control. Nok's lip curled contemptuously. Fool. Blind, dead fool. Control was an illusion. You only lost it when you stopped believing you had it. Nok was trapped underground in a flooding cave with a psychotic droid that could turn on him if he so much as insulted it. Not an ideal situation, but he had his mind and so he had as much control as he'd ever had. Only the weak thought they could ever lack control over their own choices, and only the arrogant thought they controlled anything else. The seawater rushed past Nok's legs, soaking and tugging at his heavy robes. Grimacing, he activated the vibroknife still in his left hand and sliced his ruined robes away, letting them drop into the current and flow into the pit. Underneath, he wore black noghri leathers, tailored to fit his taller frame. His other three vibroknives, curved blades with horn grips and a different sigil engraved on each, sat nestled in their wrist sheaths, and his hold-out blaster hung snug at his hip. He shut off his knife and drew the inactive blade across the tip of his finger, pain blossoming and illuminating the cave like a candle while blood dripped into the water below. Perception is power, but no one to pretend for now. "Good work," he said to Xar as he approached. "She's dead, I-" He stopped as the unmistakable sound of creaking metal echoed up from the chamber below, barely audible over the rushing water. Nok got the faintest impression of shapes moving through the water. Droids... He smiled. "I guess this place isn't as empty as we thought. Good thing. We needed someone to ask for directions." Looks like a good twenty feet down. Fall probably killed her. As for me... Master Miwak, one of Nok's instructors, had taught him how to roll into a fall, but twenty feet was tricky at best and he hadn't practiced in some time. Dead in the cold and dark. Fear raced through him in waves in time with his breathing. Nok sunk into the emotion, channeling it into something useful. In that clarity, he had an idea, something he'd read about but never attempted. Nok wasn't about to stay up here. Sheathing his knife, he exhaled. Then he jumped. As he fell, he pushed with the Force as he had before, but now on himself instead of a fleeing woman. Even as he did, he could feel how he'd done it wrong, the move clumsy and and uncertain. It slowed him down, but through him off his balance. Instinctively, he tucked his legs like he'd been taught. Pain blossomed as he crashed into the water and rolled in the current. A pathetic landing that would have had his trainers beating him, but with the clumsy Force push it was enough to keep him from breaking any bones. That being said, Nok's formerly unbruised arm now ached, adding to the illumination of his Dark Side vision. With it, he could see through the water to the droids approaching...and to a metal hilt rocking back and forth in the current next to the corpse of the woman.
  9. Nok's gray-green face was stony as the fiery woman refused his offer. His expression didn't so much as twitch as she shouted at him, her anger cascading outwards in a torrent of emotion to match the rising seawater. Nok's shoulders dropped a bare fraction when she started insulting the droid. Her fate was decided now. The neimoidian mogul's outward composure finally broke when, surprisingly, the woman didn't suffer an immediate craniotomy. Instead, in a burst of speed that could only have come from the Force she actually managed to outmaneuver the droid and ran through the rising water. His body tensed as he sidestepped, a knife dropping into his left hand, but the woman barely seemed to see him as she raced towards the hole. A second later Nok was shoved to the side as his mercenary bodyguard barreled past him with a speed and focus only a mechanical death machine could muster. Gotta admire her spirit. She's no coward. He raised his empty right hand. But that saber is mine... His mind unraveled into the Force, the physical sensations fading to unimportant pinpricks of cold light like distant city lights. All around him the power of the Dark Side writhed and pulsed, a fire that clutched, consumed, and wove through everything it touched. Beyond it, in an infinite web of snares and connections, was the universe itself. At that moment, Nok felt like he was grasping everything. ...and I'm done pretending. Dead in the cold and dark Fear raced through Nok, fear of death, fear of weakness, and fear of failure. He tamed it, channeling it into the thick, acrid power of the Dark Side and compelled it, twisting it around the beacon of passion and pain running through the water. The Force pull wasn't elegant, or even very strong. Even with his attempts at practice, Nok's telekinetic abilities hadn't seen much improvement without formal training. To a tough-as-leather spacer like that woman, it would be the equivalent of getting hit with a thick, wet pillow in the chest. It would only slow her down. But her ribs were broken, and with the droid right behind her... <<Kill Shot Assist on Sara Corion>>
  10. Nok Morliss


    "Woo! Yeah! How's it feel when the sky falls on you Kolchak?! Hope you've made your peace, cause it's Judgement Day you karking starch-sucker, and this time I get to be the undertaker!" Jorus looked around at the staring officers and bridge crew. "Oh I'm sorry, should I postpone the battle for vespers? Watch your kriffing stations! Damage reports people, give me damage reports!" The crew, jolted back into action by their commander's vocal whip crack, rattled off data. The missile salvo had successfully pummeled the Divine Justice, and now its shields were holding on by a thread. Apparently the Black Bracer had been too unappealing a target to engage (or just not worth the ammo), and so Jorus's ships had gone unmolested as they closed in. In a few more minutes they'd cut those rebels off and turn them into blood and slag. "Adjust formation per my instructions and advance," he said as he keyed vectors into the command console. "Fire salvo on my command." He grinned. "Glory to Varaka." The crew exploded in a roar. Jorus hadn't heard cheers that excited for the six pod crash of the Nal Hutta Championship Podrace 12 years ago. "...Fire!"
  11. Dropping out of hyperspace, the scarred and dull hull of the Lucrehulk Opulence overshadowed the asteroid base. It's armor, patched and missing, sported dozens of anti-fighter turrets. Even as it slowed, droid starfighters poured from the hangars, their gleaming wings and bright red eyes sharing none of their parent ship's decrepit appearance. Seconds later, a Republic-era Centurion-class Battlecruiser dropped out just ahead of the Opulence. What might have once been a proud military vessel was now painted in garish red and yellow designs, its name proudly emblazoned along its length: Starbride. The result of a disastrous attempt to convert the warship into a cruise liner after the Clone Wars, the venture had bankrupted itself and the ship had been lost as collateral to one of the lenders. Appearing in a loose formation around the two ships, 12 XS stock light freighters dropped out of hyperspace and surged forward. Each looked two days away from a salvage yard, their names and identification hardware scrubbed and scrapped. Aboard the Opulence, A BD-3000 luxury droid watched the makeshift "fleet" assemble into formation. Or at least, what was left of a BD-3000 luxury droid did. Whole sections of plating had been removed, including the faceplate, revealing soldered circuit boards and piecemeal systems. One had had been replaced with a grafted flecette launcher, and the other hand had clearly come from a much larger loading droid. Jutting out from her back, four long legs of that may have once belonged to a BT-16 spider droid anxiously twitched and scraped across the floor. In her mind, she communicated with the droids piloting the other ships, the retrofitted control core of the Opulence relaying her thoughts. "Assemble into formation 13231456-A. No..13231456-B. Prepare for attack runs." The welded nightmare of a luxury droid was L4-6Y, or Lady. Her overclocked processors screamed as she calculated and recalculated vectors, strategies, damage projections, and a dozen other things. Every few seconds, a puff of silvery mist would burst out of her head as her automated cooling system flooded her cognitive module with coolant to keep it from melting. "Head can't handle. Maybe new head? No, extra head. Space on back sufficient for necessary hardware." She opened up another concurrent process and started shopping on the Holo-Net for spare droid heads. As she did, she sent the signal to the scrap heap of a fleet. "Attack" Master had ordered her to defend this base. She would defend this base. She would obey Master, because Master was Master was Master was Master was...
  12. Nok held up his hands, stopping roughly 30 feet away. The woman's form churned the Force around her, illuminating her body from within like a bonfire in a bottle. His voice was steady and serious, no pretense or smooth words to speak of. "Calm down. You're angry. You're in a lot of pain. You're scared. I can feel it. Just take a few breaths and think. I promise there are ways out of this." He waited, taking slow, measured breaths. "You have four choices." He extended his hand with four fingers up. He started ticking them down. "One, you can shoot me with that gun. Though," his sightless gaze deliberately fixed on her trembling hand, "I wouldn't bet on your aim. If you miss me, the droid will kill you before you can fire again. If you hit me, the droid will still kill you because he won't be getting paid and lightsabers are worth a lot of money. Two, you can shoot the droid. You might damage him a little, but I doubt you'll kill him before he kills you. Three, you can give me the gun. You have no way out, and if you want to bleed out what's left of your life here on the floor or get arrested and killed by the Sith for being a Jedi collaborator, that's your business. But I'm not turning my back on someone with a gun pointed at me. Four," Nok's face remained passive, "you give me that lightsaber. I want it. I don't intend to use it. That's all I'll say on that. You do that, and when the Sith eventually dig their way in here, I'll tell them you work for me. If we both make it out of here, I'll give you transport off-planet." He spread his hands, his voice still neutral. "Those are your options as I see them. Now think carefully, because you don't get to choose twice. And if you don't choose, someone else in here will."
  13. "If I had to guess, somewhere down there. I think-" Nok stopped as a deep boom followed by a low rumble that swelled into the roar of shattering stone echoed through the chamber. Throughout it, he remained perfectly still, but as the cacophony subsided, he turned his head and stared blindly towards the tunnel entrance that had been the source of the explosion. "...someone survived that." His mouth pursed in a thoughtful expression. "Just one...and in pain. Broken ribs, at least." Nok stayed silent for several long moments. Then, what was left of his eyes widened, the ugly scars spreading out from under the blindfold stretching and twisting in his expression of surprise. Then, just as quickly, his expression brightened, a smile sliding onto his face. He turned to Xar and kept his voice low. "I think we just hit on a stroke of luck." Looking back at the hole, he wryly added, "assuming whatever's down there didn't just get woken up." He stood up. "Let's go collect our friend." Maintaining as much class as possible in a robe soaked with fecal matter, Nok started towards the tunnel and the survivor.
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    Jorus grimaced as more rebel ships dropped out of hyperspace. "Sir! Our long range communications have been jammed! We can't contact our reinforcements." Smart, throw up a smokescreen. But I can see you now. "Beetle and Bullet, give them a full salvo! Captain Zymo, start lining up your attack run!" He turned to the navigator. "Get us in close. Let's give them something to shoot at." The Black Bracer lurched forward, even as The Moon Beetle and The Broken Bullet lit up the starfield with the firefly glow of a swarm of missiles arcing towards their targets.
  15. Nok moved to the edge of the pit. His blind regard switched from artifact to artifact, and his fingertips began to unconsciously rub together, a slight smile quirking the edges of his mouth. Nok's body froze. Then, smoothly, he turned to the droid. "Fine. My name is Nok Morliss. I'm a wealthy entrepreneur and an amateur Sith. I was tasked by a potential master to come to Mon Calamari and retrieve...something." He turned his face upward, as if in thought. "I'm not sure what, that was kept fairly vague. Just an 'offering' of some kind. When the dark voice started talking and the chanting began, I made what I think is a rather reasonable assumption and decided it was linked to what I came for. Judging by this room," he said, a smile splitting his face, "I'd say I was right. Even a tenth of the rubble in here is valuable, not to mention an excellent bribe for any Sith on Onderon." He turned back to the droid. "I think you'll understand why I wanted to keep this from the more 'old-fashioned' members of the group. True to form, they've gone off to die gloriously. And thanks to your quick thinking, we'll have a chance to explain ourselves to the troopers. My ship and identity are both registered by the Sith Imperial census bureau, so if we can get them to not shoot us long enough to look up my name, we should be fine." He grinned wider. "Especially with something like this lab to offer. Play it smart, and we'll get out of this alive, and may be richer than we started. There is still that reward out on Jedi right?" Nok turned back to regard the pit. "Now, before we start congratulating ourselves, I should tell you that I'm having trouble sensing down there, which I think unfortunately means we've reached the end of the line," Nok said, pointing down.
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