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  1. Solus

    Naboo

    "Ooohhhh where can I get one of those?" Solus almost chuckled at the new apprentice’s words. Had he not been abused earlier, he probably would have. “This one was found on my homeworld of Ishvara. It’s a place of… well, I guess I never saw much of it.” Solus fumbled a bit for memories of his old home. But most of what he could recall there were of two things. The abyssal blackness that was his time before he was ascended and… “The laboratory was all I knew. Very dreadful, though fascinating to a point. Lots of rotting flesh and broken down droids. But there was a small pack of these ones. My father, my sister, and I had to kill them to get off-world unfortunately. I however broke Tear’s legs and since he was still young, he became mine according to my father. Perhaps you could find a few more there but I highly doubt there are any more left. ” Solus gave a slight shrug. Tear eyed the new apprentice carefully, its teeth a permanent grin with its deformed lips pulled back. The Tu’kata shook his head slightly, the tendrils on its neck moving slightly. Judging by its size and the length its horns had grown, it was not yet fully mature. Suddenly, Solus snapped his fingers with an idea. “I did hear that they were once native to Korriban. Have you been there before? It is truly a wonderfully dark place. I heard that some of the old tombs there might house a few of these. Course, taming one is truly impossible from what I've discovered. It’s more like a game of both respect and dominion. You got to be complete in both control and in favor. I’ve only done so well thanks to my master honestly.” Solus turned his head slightly towards Akheron, wondering if he got the subtle message that Solus indicated. Tear however never turned its gaze from the new apprentice, wondering if it’s meat was more tasty then the cooked morsels it had received.
  2. Solus

    Naboo

    Solus eventually stood up and took a few steps away from the others. Let them discuss their plans and plots. He had earned shame from them for speaking badly of the Empress. He would simply observe and catalogue for now. Not that I entirely deserve this shame... Solus silently mused to himself. As if it could hear his thoughts, Tear almost growled in agreement. Solus looked his hound over in curiosity. How smart have you become? Akheron motioned for Solus to follow. Not daring to stoke more of his Master’s wrath, Solus did so, snapping once for Tear to follow. While he didn’t eat the same kind of food the organics did, Solus saw the need to grab some kind of meat for his pet. While his master got refreshments, Solus utilized all of his sensors and memorized each face he could see and their current placements. The withered Lord Inmortos was conversing with the armored one who was placed in control over the rest of the Sith. A curious being to say the least. Just a momentary glance into the Impossible Geometries revealed that the being had no strong connection with the Force, and yet he was placed into a position of power. What accomplishments did he have to be put above Akheron? The newly appointed master was briefly talking with the one sole being who offered a hand to the Shard. This one also made Solus curious, if only because of the singular act of kindness. Was that a ploy? Or simply an act of defiance towards the others, especially towards Darth Mavenger? Even now, peering into the Impossible Geometries, Solus could get glimpses of pain and fury from the two, and Solus was confident who it was from. “There seems to be more than meets the eye in this room” the shard commented to himself, finally pulling up his hood to help focus on the beings in front of him. A few slaves and servants had produced instruments and begun to play. While the tune was simple, even the simplest notes were distracting for the Shard. The language of sound was still fascinating. Solus wondered if in his spare time he could learn to play some music. Such beauty needed to eventually be learned. Akheron was now speaking to another apprentice. A red-skinned apprentice Solus noted. The resemblance was uncanny. No doubt both this new apprentice and Solus’ master were of the same race. Akheron’s words only confirmed it. Still, this new apprentice did not carry the same presence as Akheron. He was much, much weaker. But was he still dangerous, and worthy of being trained like the Shard was? For now, Solus maintained the image of the wounded slave that he currently was, and dropped Tear another piece of meat. Akheron had once mistaken Solus for a droid once. No doubt some of the others might occasionally believe the same if he continued to act like one. Still, Solus pointed his facial plating towards this new apprentice, to sell the fact that he was paying close attention to this being. Tear too kept his caninoid eyes focused on the two Tsis’.
  3. Solus

    Naboo

    Solus silenced himself immediately at realizing he was overheard. His words of doubt had been voiced too loud, and now he, and his master could be judged by them. The first who spoke was a female. From what he could tell, she was human. And powerful. A brief look into the Impossible Geometries showed the same red cloud of rage that surrounded his own master. But her auras carried a tingle of shaking and trembling. A madness that could not be contained? "Does your whelping god delight in death as I do?" Solus decided it was best to avoid the insult and go for a compliment. “Great and wise being, we all in the clan delight in the actions of death. It is our meat and our sustenance.” "Mind your words, apprentice. It is one thing to question Darth Nyrys's strategy- She has invited criticism and allowed us to speak openly. I have done so myself in my war room. But to vocally suggest that she should not be worthy of her position is a challenge, one that will be met with violence. Your master knows better- He will not fight your battle. If you openly declare her illegitimate again, then I will strike you down myself... Assuming she does not first." Solus nodded to this being and remained silent. This Darth Mavenger also held power in the Impossible Geometries. One that he would not dare to counter in the near future. But this Mavenger revealed something to the Shard. The power of words. With just a few chosen words, Solus had drawn his anger out. These beings in this room, even his own master, were all susceptible to the same thing: crafted words. If just a few clumsy words of controversy could make these people tense up and desire punishment and violence, what else could words do? But then his master spoke. His cloud of anger was emanating strongly. He had seen this before. When he was punished for his finding of the colo claw fish nest. Solus, in that moment, trembled slightly. Akheron’s words synergized with Solus. The talk about who the Fanged God was, his aspects, and its relation with the Empress. The talk about the Golden Slave and how it related to Solus especially resonated with him. In some twisted way, the shard felt like Akheron was complimenting Solus, describing him as having raw power but needing to be mastered. If Solus could get over the fact that he felt a punishment was coming, he would’ve loved that twisted compliment. Finally, Akeron did punish Solus. Solus’ body rose into the air. The force swirled around him, gripping tightly like a mass of chains and fingers. While the Shard didn’t breath, his master’s power did far more damage than a simple choke. His inner workings that connected his Shard to the rest of the body were both being severed and charged with electrical connections. The experience was again beyond excruciating. His vocabulator screamed and blared in spurts at all pitches possible, including those beyond normal ranges of hearing. Tear himself flinched slightly at the sudden pitches. The crashing into the wall was almost a mercy, briefly loosening the control over his inner workings. Finally, when he was dropped, Solus stayed on all fours kneeling. Like before, his anger was growing from him. But this time, he quickly attempted to pull it back, hoping the others wouldn’t notice. "I asked for your thoughts on the Sith present and the politics. I however did not suggest you nearly drag me into a challenge I have no desire to undertake or place us in a such a compromising position. Consider this your last chance Solus. Anymore moments like this and I'll ensure Krath Inmortos or another have a new project to work on. Am I perfectly clear?" Solus tilted his head upwards in an attempt to appear like he was looking at his master. “Yes master…” his vocabulator whispered, barely functional. The damage to his inner workings would need repairs from Stitch-Mouth. “I will not... disrespect you again…” It took all of Solus’ mental effort to keep his anger from leaking out of him. Tear however could sense it, having bonded with the Shard. The Sith hound strode to the robotic being and sat next to him, eyeing the others with hungry eyes. This was the hound’s food source. Death, anger, and envy were Tear’s nourishment, and Solus could provide it in full. Akheron had punished Solus. If the others did anything more than necessary, Tear would be more than happy to bite a hand off.
  4. Solus

    Naboo

    Solus listened to the Empress plans about the destruction. At least these plans made a bit more sense. But still… “I give you leave to speak freely of your thoughts without threat of repercussions or consequence. It's not quite what one imagines I gather." Solus focused his senses on his master and spoke, albeit quietly, to not attract further attention from the Empress, though someone close enough could possibly overhear his words. “Surely master, you can see the errors in these schemes. While my time in this world of worlds has been limited, even I can see errors in the logic. We make plans of fattening and bloating our enemies after we eliminate their leaders? I have existed for an eternity before I was found, but I still remember those who betrayed me. Why would those who we have wounded forget us? Do we let those Gungans who we have beaten down live? Or do we, as those who make sacrifices to the Fanged God, kill them swiftly and be done with it?" Solus remained still, but inwardly he was shaking his head. He continued to speak softly so only his master would hear him, though he did want to call the Empress out on this. “We are of Clan Bragsanu. The Fanged God is our master in the darkness, correct? Do we exist to feed him? Or do we exist to let his enemy, the light side grow? Pardon my words of hypocrisy and heresy, for I had just pledged my allegiance to the Empress, but is she really the avatar of the Fanged God as you believe her to be? She inherited her title and speaks words of letting the enemy grow. She did not kill for her position. She leaves a weakness for future plans, by leaving the Spider alive. If he returns, there could be a schism in the darkness. And no one else is attempting to kill her. I don’t attempt to claim the title because I know my weakness. If I was stronger, then perhaps the story would be different. I would challenge her either here in the open or perhaps behind closed doors. But I am young in this world of worlds, and I know my place as the Golden Slave” “But you master...why don’t you attempt to claim it? You are neither young nor weak. You are more of the Fanged God than anyone I know of. I’ve seen how the Clan sees you, even with my short time with you. You’ve taught me to kill or be killed.” Solus turned his attention to the others in the room. The beings here were powerful in their own right, and let his thoughts continue to be spoken quietly out loud. “I do love the idea of using these people for our own services. To kill on a scale impossible to imagine. I do wish to earn their approval as I have attempted to earn yours. Even Inmortos’ approval I desire, though I feel like I have earned it partially. If politics is how you secure their approval, then I endorse your actions, not that my endorsal means much. But our goals must be aligned, correct? Death is the meat of the Fanged God. Not life. “Until I am no longer just the Golden Slave, I seek your approval and will obey you master. But from what little I know of the Fanged God and his forms, we are not obeying his commands fully. We must not allow life to grow, but eliminate it in its entirety.”
  5. Solus

    Naboo

    Solus took in each and every word spoken at this, for lack of a better term, assembly of Sith. When the Empress spoke, he was surprised at the words about the Spider but remained silent. After all, he had only heard the Spider’s praises, not his criticisms. When she spoke about allowing the Republic a chance to grow however and to cut off the weak parts of the Sith, doubt began to form slightly. Still, Solus kept his mind silent, a lesson he was learning was necessary to survive this empire. It was obvious the others were hesitant a little bit. The being that spoke first after the empress mentioned he was hesitant to let the enemy grow in power. Inmortos, after giving Solus and his master a chilling gaze of approval, or whatever it was, left the room entirely without a single word. And Solus could have sworn that when he took a brief look into the impossible geometries, the clouds around a few beings had changed. Then Akeron spoke. And the words his master spoke did not help ease Solus’ mind. There were inconsistencies in what Akeron’s words were, and what Solus had seen in the battlefield and with the Clan. The Clan was one who worshiped a god of death. Not a god of patience nor a god of silence. Then again, there was so little he knew about the clan and the Fanged God. But still... For the first time in his life, Solus doubted his master and his master’s equals. Still, the Shard was a mere apprentice and not an equal. No, he was the Golden Slave, and was meant to be ordered around until he earned his position. What was Solus going to do, challenge the Dark Empress in front of Akeron, right after his master had pledged support? Solus wanted his master’s approval, not his annoyance or hatred. He would put these thoughts away, until the right time presented itself. When it did, Solus would speak to his master privately, to save his master’s reputation, and prove his own capability in the future. “Hail the Dark Empress!” Solus shouted after Akeron spoke, hoping the others in the room, including the Empress, would notice his pledge of allegiance and not his inner doubts. His face plates closed and sealed together, hiding his Shard and presenting a perfectly smooth and reflective surface. He stayed kneeling, but slammed his own chest once with a resounding bang. “May her time never end! May the galaxy fear where she dwells!”
  6. Solus

    Naboo

    “Do as I do and no more, am I understood. That said, once she is done speaking, feel free to mingle, listen and learn with whomever you wish. But at all times be respectful.” Solus nodded and followed. He hoped that Akheron would get the chance to introduce Solus to the other Sith, but the Shard also understood that this was a very serious situation. He would keep his head down for now. As Solus followed Akheron, Tear alongside the Shard, Solus didn’t even need to access the Impossible Geometries to tell the power radiating from the building. With so many powerful Sith in one building, it was impossible to feel the darkness, even for a relatively newer user of the Force. The Shard silently thanked the Sorcerers of Bragsanu for giving him a body with the ability to look in all directions at once. All the people in the area was fascinating. Committing each person to memory, Solus vowed to do as Akheron ordered and would make some allies. Surely, for a being such as he, a droid who could use the force, who served under the Lord of Wrath, and who had tamed a Tu’kata, he would be able to make some allies here. When Akheron knelt, so did Solus. Tear sat down next to the shard, understanding that respect was needed to be given here, but not willing to surrender completely to anyone, not even its master. Solus placed a hand on the Sith hound, making sure people understood that Tear belonged to him. When Akeron revealed his face, Solus only did as best as he could to do the same. Some clicking and whirring came from his head, followed with the head plates and sensors opening up to reveal the small Shard inside. The yellow crystalline being shone brightly from behind all the wires and gears that held it in place. Its white lines of thought danced inside the thing violently. Solus, and Tear, were all ears.
  7. Solus

    Naboo

    The powerful call the others felt, Solus felt as well. Perhaps it was because he was still growing in his force powers, or because he had connected and used the force so much today but no matter, he did feel the call. “Tell me did you come across any submersible while finding this vermin. If so, lead us to it.” If Solus could have smiled, he would have. Instead he simply nodded enthusiastically. “Yes master! I found several! Enough for all of us to get a ride back to the surface.” With that, Solus led the group back to the repair bay that he and his men had taken cover in earlier. Out of the six Bongos that were being repaired there, the group found that three of them were still in working order, though one did seem to have a slight leak. Still, they would function. Solus volunteered to drive one of the bongos and lead the way. The Bongo was a difficult thing to drive at first, but the Shard managed it well. Combined with the calling feeling and his own personal experience in these waterways, Solus became a natural at leading the bongos towards their destination. And this time, he wasn’t as quick to forget to use his own force sight when entering areas that held monsters of the deep. It took the better of a few hours, but eventually the Bongos emerged from the waters in the ruined and mostly destroyed city of Naboo. Solus looked about in awe. The destruction he had seen with the Gungans was impressive, but this was mass casualties. Unnecessary, but impressive. “I’m sure that you, Lord Inmortos…” Solus spoke, once everyone had gotten off the Bongos and onto the deserted, smoldering streets. ”...would rather make your own introduction to the Great Empress? You and your…” Solus gestured to the pale men that were with the old being. “...Associates do demand their own attention” Solus wasn’t sure what to make of them to be honest. They all looked so...similar. Surely he was having some kind of error in his sensors? Or perhaps they were all related and were brothers of some kind? The only one that seemed physically different was the big one. “My master…” Solus turned to Akheron and bowed slightly. “If my deeds have overshadowed my mistakes, and if the proof that my powers have grown under your tutelage is revealing of your own greatness, may I request the honor of being introduced to the Empress by your side as your apprentice? You were impressed that I, a mere droid as you put it, had the force, so surely the Empress herself will be impressed that you have taken such a being as your servant and student... ” As Solus talked, a pleasant surprise came upon the group. The being that dashed towards the group with such rabid and powerful movements was the large, slightly bleeding, sith hound known as Tear. Sensing its master was heading to the surface, the beast tracked its way through the slaughtering of the fields and the destruction of the city to get back to its primary food source. Tear stood its ground next to the Shard. Solus tried to make not too many movements, hoping his focus on Akheron would win him the honor of being introduced to the Empress, though he did spare a pat to the beast's head. Tear didn’t seem to mind. He panted slightly, blood and spit dripping from his jaws, and eyed hungrily at the cloned beings nearby. They looked tasty. The cold one however emanated its own dark sickly power, and would not be subjected to being a snack yet.
  8. Solus

    Naboo

    “I really should have thought ahead before leaving my company…” Solus thought out loud as he dragged the bound Ankura Gungan behind him. By pulling on a leg with one hand, and the Gungan’s weapon with the other, Solus allowed the unconscious, heavy-set Gungan to have its face unceremoniously dragged across the smooth floor. “Who knew that you guys were so heavy. I really must ask that sorcerer for a stronger body when we are done with this. Wouldn’t you agree, captain?” The gungan remained unconscious. His lips however were open from the dragging, leaving behind a slick trail behind the two. Solus shrugged and continued to drag on. His current goal was to find his own men. Partially because he wanted someone else to carry the gungan, but also partially because he didn’t like the feeling of being by himself. It was too much like before the ascension. So quiet. So alone. Thankfully, it didn’t take long to find the others. The Linnorms were coming to him, taking heavy fire from their backside. The leader, a young quarren who had lost his eye, and another Linnorm raced to the Shard to take the body. “Sir, they circled around us and have separated us from Lord Akheron and the others” The leader said, binding the Gungan’s arms together. He recognised that Solus kept the Ankura alive for a reason. “It also looks like reinforcements are coming from that direction as well, including mobile Gungan turrets. We need to move.” Solus nodded. “Follow me then. Lets move! And don’t lose that Gungan!” The squad moved with speed and efficiency. Whenever a Gungan did get in the way, it was easily dispatched by Shard. Behind them, a few Linnorms had picked up some Gungan shields and blocked incoming fire. The forces behind the squad were growing. Even as violent and forceful as the Linnorms were, they recognised that they did not have the advantage here. Still, running was not comfortable for the group. They were raiders and pirates. Not cowards. “Here!” Solus halted the group. The squad had come upon a Gungan bubble that contained a variety of sea vessels in disarray . Most likely a repair area of some kind, Solus reasoned that the broken vessels would provide cover. “Everyone, get into positions and open fire on the enemy!” Solus was beginning to show a natural strategic leader. He recognised that fleeing was not a permanent option, and this was no way to get back to Akheron. The Gungans and the Linnorms opened fire on each other. Solus himself stood behind cover for a moment, analyzing everything. The Gungans were setting up a shield wall and flinging their plasma from behind. Solus observed as the Linnorms grabbed grenades and began chucking them over the shield wall, trying their best to scatter the enemy. Solus chuckled as the explosions did what they hoped. The Shield wall began to lose cohesion. However, the pleasure was short lived. Behind the shield wall rolled up a four legged mammal, pulling what looked like a turret. “Assault Turret! Take cover!” The Linnorm leader called out. Solus barely ducked behind a dismantled Gungan Bongo before plasma ball after plasma ball crashed near him. With that firepower, everyone was pinned, and soon the Gungans would overtake their enemy. “Everyone! When I give the word, charge forward!” Solus called out. Then he focused. The Shard focused on the impossible geometries. The entire area was overflowing with a thick inky yellow. Danger. That made sense. Still, Solus had to focus past the danger. He navigated through the yellow and found the Gungans. Their random shapes and colors splurging and spinning wildly in action. Solus pushed further. Where was the thing? “Gotcha!” Solus chuckled as he spotted the Geometries and focused on large ocular shapes with globularal edges and purplish emerald tints. The Falumpaset that had pulled the turret here. Solus reached out and grabbed the thing’s reins and pulled. “Now! Attack!” He cried as the animal bolted forward, breaking through the Gungan lines and causing the turret to spin out of control from its gunman. The Gungan driver tried to retain control over the beast. The Linnorms took to the battle and charged forward. Solus himself led the charge, not feeling the effects of the Force as strongly this time. With blade ignited, he began to slice through the opposition. The turret was first overwhelmed, with the animal slain where it stood, and the Gungans were overwhelmed. Their line was broken, and their spirit turned to cowardice. Solus stood over the dead bodies, proud of the work they had done. Quickly afterwards, the group retraced their steps and found their way back to Akheron, who was having his own fun slaying Gungans by the handful. “Master! Behold!” Solus shouted as he approached the Sith Lord. He turned and presented the Gungan, who was still asleep and dragged by two Linnorms. “May I present the captain of the guard of Oto Moona, this soon to be emptied city. Though, I must ask, where are the others?"
  9. Solus

    Naboo

    Excitement flowed through Solus like hot magma. With his ignited lightsaber in hand, he and his Linnorms crashed into the walls of Gungan shields like a wave of muscle and metal. Clashings of metal against metal, laser against energy shield or flesh, and fists against faces rang through the air. The area that solus’ particular group of Linnorms was the path directly towards the cities’ center. While this path seemed to have the most reinforcements spewing from, Solus was confident that this way would lead him to his goal. Solus saw an opening. There was an area that was thinner than the rest. The gungans were focusing on the right side of his central path. Knowing that the Linnorms would be adequate without him, Solus charged the left flank and jumped. His metal chassis soared through the air above the heads of Linnorm berserkers and Gungan warriors alike. Solus landed with a solid thud, swung his blade around him cutting a few gungans, then charged down the path. “We have our own mission, after all. We can’t fail master, and if worse comes, maybe that stupid Krath can help them. Heh, not that he looks like he could help much.” Solus charged on and on towards another bubble section in front. A few gungans lined up to stop him, energising their shields. Without thought, Solus jumped again over their heads, this time slashing at the bubble wall above them. The temporary flow of water that crashed on the Gungan heads knocked them to the ground, just in time for the Shard’s blade to cleave their bodies. “I must say, we are beginning to enjoy this body greatly. That previous one was so bulky and slow. While I may be small...” Solus’ vocabulator chuckled in delight as he turned and continued his charge. “I am powerful. All will fear me!” Soon, Solus found what he believed he was looking for. The oblong bubble had a mixture of mechanical and biological technology, complete with an antenna popping out of the bubble into the waters. Gungans and humans alike were busy working at the machines, trying to send out messages. It seems they were having some sort of trouble. “Not that it's going to improve now.” Solus declared as he charged towards the bubble entrance. “Dat's what yousa think” Solus had to stop. At the bubble’s entrance stood a lone gungan. Clad in warrior garments, a ceremonial necklace, and the Ankura gungan carried no Plasma balls nor spear. Instead in his hands was a metal staff, sparking with purple energy at both ends. “You think you can stop me?” Solus asked, holding his balde forward threateningly, its red energy reflecting off of his featureless face. The gungan smiled, whisker-like hair gently moving aside to reveal large molars. “Mesa captain of guard of Ota Moona, and mesa think me goen to kill yousa, yousa dumb mackaneek.” Solus laughed. “Right. You and that puny staff. What, you some kind of warrior? I am a god! Defend yourself Gungan!” With that Solus rushed the Gungan and brought the blade down. With a fluidic manner that betrayed his heavyweight looks, the captain stepped to the side, blocked the blade briefly with one end of the staff, then spun it around. The blow and the energy knocked Solus into a wall. The shard barely reacted in time to dodge and jump away from another swing from the staff. The gungan grinned again and spun the staff in his hands. “What's wrong mackaneek? Wasn't expect someone to use yous weapons? It may be old, but it's still a worthy weapon to destroy yousa.” Solus picked himself up and braced himself. This was a different kind of battle. This would require a bit more than blind rage. He hadn’t fought something that could actually block his god-like blade before. “You simply caught me off guard, warrior.” Solus said, rotating his wrist a full cycle, as if to demonstrate his own capabilities. “But now I’m ready for you.” The two came together and clashed again. Solus’ attacks, now much more reserved and cautious, were continually met with blockings and ripostes from the Gungan. However, it was clear that Solus had an advantage with his metal joints and gears. His own body reacted faster than he would’ve imagined. If the shard had been a human or similar, he would’ve been at a huge disadvantage. Still, the Gungan was well trained. Solus recognized that as he deflected a blow to his right and tried to slash forward. The gungan brought his staff around and this time with enough force to knock the blade out of the shard’s hands. Caught off guard, Solus was then smacked back several times as the Gungan sought to expand the distance between the two and the fallen, deactivated blade. Solus, now completely on the defense, dodged stab after stab from the electrified staff. Finally, Solus tripped backwards and fell to the ground. Before he could get up, The Gungan pinned him with one large foot on his chest and staff pointed at the Shard’s head. Again, he smiled his large molars. “Yousa fight well mackaneek, but yousa still lose. Still, thanks for dha exercise.“ Solus did not answer. Instead, he deactivated his chassis and fell completely limp. The Gungan looked in surprise. Without the distractions of sight, sound or touch, Solus was open to the Impossible Geometries. His rage gave him the sight he needed. He could see the blade, deactivated on the floor. He could wrap his anger around it like a hand, and activate it. He could throw the blade towards his true target. The Gungan looked back in surprise as the communications bubble exploded. The Lightsaber had sliced through several key machines, causing a chain reaction. This surprise was what allowed the Shard to activate his body once again and kicked the Gungan off. With a swift kick, Solus knocked the Captain out. Solus reached out with his hand, and the blade settled back into his grip. He collapsed to one knee for a moment over the unconscious gungan. “That...whoo, that was something…” Solus commented, feeling his chassis regain the energy needed to power it. “Pity neither Master nor Tear got to see that. I should be the one thanking you Gungan. You showed me things I didn't know I could do. You, my worthy foe, will be an excellent being for my master. ”
  10. Solus

    Naboo

    Solus bowed slightly to his Master at his command. “Yes master. I will not fail you again” Not that I failed you before master Solus backtalked silently. With that he turned to the pilot of the sub. The Linnorm was young judging by appearance. A human, clean shaven, from neck to top of head, and several tattoos marking his body. “Ramming speed please. We will flood them with full force.” “Sir, their bubble walls will probably reform right after we break through. We won't flood them with water..." The Linnorm commented, unsure how much Solus knew about the Gungans. It was obvious that the Shard was still relatively new. Solus snapped his fingers. “Ah! Good point. But I meant we will flood them with us. Once we break through, we will pour out of the sub and attack whatever is there. I myself will use the distraction to find the communications” The Linnorm nodded, a little unsure about the plan. Still he obeyed and gunned the controls. The Sub picked up speed. It was aimed at the largest of the bubble structures, a large gathering room by the looks of it. At this distance, everyone could see the Gungans scrambling to get their men in places to repel the attack. “Come everyone! Let us be ready!” Solus declared and went for the bay doors. He didn’t need the pilot’s word over the intercom to tell him when they would make impact. He could feel it. It was coming. “Now men...lizards...everyone of the killing nature!” Solus stated, bracing for the crash. “I’d like a large distraction! I got a mission, and you got yours! Kill or be killed! It’s Hell or make Hell! Feed the Fangs or be fed to the Fangs!” With that, the sub crashed through the bubble wall. Everyone inside felt the sudden change in direction as metal came to a screeching halt. Instantly the bay doors opened, and the Linnorms led the charge. Solus couldn’t help but begin to laugh as he followed them, eager to both observe the slaughter and to begin his mission. With the forces fighting, he would find an opening and break through.
  11. Solus

    Naboo

    Solus eyed the sword that Akheron received with curiosity. Even a non-force user could sense the power coming off the thing. The fact that Solus could see the heat dissipating around the blade only made it more unnerving. Solus wasn’t sure if he liked or feared this being known as Inmortos. His impression in the Impossible Geometries didn’t fit in correctly, but he was clearly powerful. Then again, he was winning Akheron’s praise. Something that Solus deserved. “Yes master” Simply stated as Akheron explained why things had to be done. If he had eyes, he would have turned away and focused on something else. However, since his vision literally gazed in every direction, he simply stood still and focused on the pilot of the sub behind him. Still, Solus couldn’t help but get a glint of glee at Inmortos’ obvious annoyance at the announcement of another being. It seemed that this being was easy to annoy. Very different from what Solus had seen with his own master. The entire sub shifted as I broke free from the ice that had formed earlier. Like a mynock, the vessel glided through the darkness towards its target. “Sirs, we are approaching the gungan city,” A Linnorm announced. Solus decided to feel the Impossible Geometries again, wanting to see what was coming up. What greeted his sensing interested him. Large bubbles hidden amongst the rocks, housing many, many life forms. “Hmmm, it seems that there aren't many defenses…” Solus commented. Solus found it much easier to feel the Gungan city now. His envy was much easier to conjure up, with Inmortos winning praise that Solus felt he was owed. "No water vessels, no men lining outside the bubbles... The Linnorm nodded. “No doubt they rely on hiding to be their defense. And with their attack force they sent at us already, most of their warriors are probably hold up inside, waiting for us to strike.” Solus nodded, an odd sight since he was still facing the other Siths in the sub. “Still, we can expect lots of soldiers inside. It's possible that the very leaders of all the Gungans may be hiding here. I heard their head of state is an Ankura Gungan from these depths. An excellent chance for bloodshed” the Linnorm grinned sadistically. Solus shared the Linnorm's excitement. He wanted to kill something. Badly. “Master, may we ram into the city as quickly as possible? Allow us to use the element of forward momentum as an opening attack?”
  12. Temple of the Spider HISTORY "This place isn't old. Even when we first stole it from that Hutt, it was a very young casino. By Kessel's mines, this place is still in its infancy. But that...out there, the Madness...that is ancient. Older than life itself. This station just gives us a place to channel it. To feel its power without losing our grips on reality completely… at least not right away" - CHOSEN MYYRDOKK A few years before the fall of Hesperium, a Sith lord known as Darth Myyrdokk journeyed into the kathol rift to escape a punishment from his fellow Sith. He intended to hide there for a few years, and then journey into the rest of the galaxy. However,When he arrived, he promptly suffered the hallucinations common to that area of space. During this time, one of the hallucinations that continually hunted the Sith was a spider, with 20 eyes and three human faces. This hallucination attempted to eat Darth Myyrdokk. Eventually in his madness, Myyrdokk made a deal with the hallucination. The spider hallucination would spare Myyrdokk’s life and show powers beyond imagining, if he would build a temple dedicated to the spider. Darth Myyrdokk left the rift and, with a small group of other Sith criminals, captured a hotel/casino space station owned by some lesser known Hutt. Eventually the group manually moved the station into the Kathol rift. With this done, the Sith renovated the station into some kind of perverted Jedi temple, entirely dedicated to the spider that Darth Myyrdokk saw. The walls were decorated with emblems of the spider, gambling machines were replaced with horrific statues, colorful lights were removed for the beauty of darkness, etc. Once this was done, a mass slaughter occurred, and Darth Myyrdokk, now Chosen Myyrdokk, emerged, appearing to have been mutated with extra eyes, numerous large legs, spider-like hair, mutilated skin and speaking in only ancient Sith. Since then, the temple has accepted new initiates to learn the way of the spider, with Chosen Myyrdokk as the master of the order. While the Temple denies any connection between Exodus (who was known as the spider) and itself, the Temple of the Spider has maintained a positive relation with the Sith Empire. Sith who train at the temple quickly learn how to decipher reality from their own hallucinations as well as to inflict hallucinations of their own onto their enemies. However, those who struggle quickly die off as the hallucinations in the station have been known to kill students via fear. More than one individual has opened an airlock trying to escape some unseen horror under the flickering lights of the station. In exchange for escaping punishment, Chosen Myyrdokk and his disciples can not turn away any Sith who apply. However, Myyrdokk is not responsible for those who fail and go mad, provided he can prove that is what happened. Not all Sith who train at the Temple become Disciples, but all Sith do learn the ways of the Sith Assassin. Those few who succeed in the training are among the best assassins in the galaxy. These assassins are able to cause the most severe hallucinations in those they target, and excel at driving individuals insane. THE MADNESS "You’ve seen the Madness. You've experienced its terror. The pure chaos. Now make them experience it in full force. Show no mercy. Let them feel every primal fear close in on them, with no hope of escape. Break their very mind and they will be helpless before you. When you leave this place, your form will revert, but the Madness will go and grow with you." - CHOSEN MYYRDOKK A core belief in the Temple of the Spider is The Madness. The Temple believes the Madness is a piece of the dark side that normal individuals in the Force cannot normally experience without going insane. According to the Temple, people experience a touch of The Madness in the Kathol rift when they begin to hallucinate. While what they witness varies, usually arachnids in some form are prevalent. Ranging from spiders crawling out under a person's fingernails, giant Kessel spiders emerging from the darkness, webs forming around solid objects, and glowing eyes everywhere, the imagery usually is quite frightening and induces a fight or flight response. Instead of being afraid of it, the Temple of the Spider teaches its students to embrace the Madness. By focusing on the hallucinations via feeding it with their own fears and life energy, and attempting to allow some of the images to be real to them, Force users can allow the Madness to infest in their minds and use it on other beings. However, the more the user allows the images to be real to them, the more complex and intimidating they become. The Temple of the Spider teaches to keep The Madness at arms length and to be careful about which images they allow to be real to them, less the images become too real and drive its users insane. When a user goes insane from the Madness, they usually suffer from one of three conditions: 1: a comatose state with random ramblings, 2: A panicked state that sees every living thing as an enemy, or 3: A complete amnesiac state, where all information from their life is completely erased, as well as a mania for spiders. Each of these three states can be cured via force healing, or very intensive therapy. Those who go insane from the Madness on the station are usually killed off quickly. Well trained Disciples have been known to inflict these conditions on their victims before killing them off. As force users develop their abilities and grow in power, they can allow more and more of the Madness to infest their mind without going insane, allowing their abilities to grow in complexity. A person who first learns how to use the madness may be able to make someone think they are hearing voices down a corridor, while a more trained user can make someone hear a specific conversation. A newly trained Initiate could make someone think they saw something crawling from the computer screen, while a Disciple could make someone smell and hear it as well as see it, and a Chosen could make the entire room appear to melt into a cloud of spiders. While on the station, the Madness manifests around those who are infested. These images are not physical by any means, but are still startling in appearance. Usually it starts small by giving the user the appearance of spider-like hair over their body, webs trailing the floor behind them, and elongated fangs. Those who have achieved the rank of Chosen tend to also include images of tiny spiders crawling out from their body as well as extra eyes, teeth and legs. When outside of the temple, the Madness does not normally manifest except under a few occasions. The first is when an assassin is using hallucinations or illusions on a living being, allowing the Madness to be briefly seen. The second is when both the assassin and another force user are open to the force, something that usually won't happen unless the assassin is deliberately trying to scare his/her target. The third way is through several rituals developed by the Temple of the Spider (see below). Fighting style "If you are to succeed in combat against the best of the Jedi, you must have fear, surprise, and intimidation on your side. But if any one element is lacking, it would be best for you to retreat. You must break them before you engage them. Only then will you ensure victory and have your trophy." - Count Dooku A common belief in the temple of the spider is that one should never need their lightsaber to kill except in dire situations. Whether or not this is a mockery of the Jedi code is unclear. What is clear is that the temple of the spider prefers to break people's minds over outright killing someone before said mind is broken, with many Sith who learn from the Temple of the Spider leaving with new ways to mentally torture their victims. It is even a common practice to simply make a target insane and let them loose, to instill fear among more targets. That said, the temple of the spider does practice some lightsaber combat. It is especially important in the temple since a madman trying to escape his hallucination could rupture a hole into space and threaten everyone else. The Disciples and the Chosen usually can tell when someone is starting to go crazy and are able to contain the situations. While no particular fighting form is preferred, everyone in the temple of the spider learns the application of Dun Móch. When fighting an opponent, all kinds of attacks are allowed, and since the madness infects the mind, mental attacks are heavily encouraged, if not expected. Many of their rituals and battle techniques rely on startling an opponent in the heat of battle, overcoming the strongest adrenaline rush. RANKS "Heh, sometimes I forget how startling we appear to the new initiates. What, does it look like I have an extra eye? Perhaps my fangs are dripping poison? Ooh, are you scared of the spiders crawling from under my fingernails? Haha! Run, initiate, run! Get away from here. I can tell you won’t last long." - UNKNOWN DISCIPLE Initiate (rank 1): Those who first approach the temple and have permission to learn become initiates, and are thrust into training right away. Initiates must endure the ritual of the Open Eye before being selected by a Disciple or a Chosen for teaching, though a disciple guiding an initiate through the ritual isn’t unheard . At this rank, initiates are constantly led around by a Disciple or Chosen, as the station can be a deadly place for the untrained. Disciple (rank 2): Those who perform the ritual of the Wyyrlok (and all other requirements to achieve the rank of Darth by the Sith), are allowed to explore the temple more freely. No text nor room on board is off limits, though more people at this level die from fear as they discover things their minds are unable to handle. Occasionally Chosen Myyrdokk will summon a Disciple for an audience, where he gives a unique training session. While Disciples are forbidden from speaking about what happened in the lesson, those few who survive or remember what occurred usually come out with a newfound mastery over a ritual or a force technique. Chosen (rank 3): After performing the ritual of the Vaarkulak, a Disciple ascends to the rank of Chosen. Currently there are only four Chosen in the Temple of the Sith, including Chosen Myyrdokk himself. The fact that the ritual of Vaarkulak must be approved by Chosen Myyrdokk and that the ritual itself is very deadly and often results in insane or dead Disciples, means that this number is unlikely to grow soon. When one has achieved the rank of Chosen, their true form is fully revealed. The Madness that manifests around Disciples is much more elaborate and terrifying, with the user no longer appearing humanoid in any way. More so, the Chosen tend to always project an aura of Madness around them. Living beings feel an unnatural presence, and when looked at through organic eyes, get slight glimpses of the Chosen’s true form. RITUALS Some people call these force tricks. Others call them magic. Here, we call them rituals, for each time we perform them, our connection with the Madness grows. No mere trick can simply bind you closer to the dark side. Study these rituals well, young initiate, for these have many uses outside the Temple. - CHOSEN MYYRDOKK Ritual of the Open Eye: The very first ritual undertaken by all initiates, the Ritual of the Open Eye is the basis of all the teachings in the Temple of the Spider. In the ritual, the user enters a meditative state, allowing the darker energies of the force to enter the user's mind. The user witnesses multiple hallucinations, and begins to lose their ability to tell reality from illusion. During this time, the user must fight the urge to give into the dark side, but still allow the hallucinations to enter their mind. Those who fail tend to lose all concept of reality and die from fear or accidents from fear. Those who succeed allow the Madness to begin to infest in their brain. This ritual is constantly practiced by all in the Temple of the Spider, and those who leave the temple practice this ritual daily to maintain their connection to the Madness. Ritual of the Wyyrlok: A ritual and a battle technique, required to attain the rank of Disciple. By calling on the Madness, the user must guide it towards a target and force them to experience the Madness in force. While they have some control over what the target sees, the effects are always the same: a terrifying vision, usually of a predatory creature, surprising or attacking the target. In the Temple of the Spider, to become a Disciple an Initiate must perform this on someone of higher status, usually the Disciple that has been guiding the Initiate. This helps the Initiate develop a sense of preparing, attacking, and driving a target towards insanity. The ritual lasts as long as the Initiate can focus on the target, but they need to maintain some kind of line of sight at the target, whether it is in person or via a camera. Ritual of the Plgl Web: A ritual developed by Chosen Myyrdokk to help Disciples train their initiates. This ritual allows trained users to enhance the Madness in another being and let it become more real for them. When physically touching someone, the Disciple is able to see exactly what the target sees, whether it's a hallucination or real. With this, the Disciple has a much easier time to influence what the target sees, and can create or enhance illusions much more easily. This ritual has offensive uses provided the user can think on the fly or prepare a hallucination beforehand to implant into the target. Ritual of the Dylgl: A ritual and a battle technique, the user calls upon and forces the Madness in their head to suddenly explode outwards. Those who are caught in this mental wave usually suffer a severe headache and will begin to hear voices speaking dark secrets in their ear. This effect lasts only a few moments, but in the heat of battle, it can be quite startling. Targets who are caught in the mental wave also see the Madness manifest around the user, similar to back at the Temple of the Spider. Ritual of the Damhadl Punisecln: Literally translating to “Ritual of the Spider’s Venom”, this combat focused technique calls upon the madness in a user and focuses it into a single drop of liquid, usually a droplet of blood, spit, or sweat. The user then rub or fling the droplet at a target, or slip the droplet into a drink. If hit to a target’s body, the madness in the droplet sticks to the target, and begins to induce a nauseous or a dizziness feeling. This effect is designed to help weaken a target’s mental defense, and thus making mental attacks much more likely to succeed. This nauseating effect however can be easily wiped away by simply wiping the droplet of madness, by literally sweating it off, or via force healing. For this reason, those who use this ritual prefer to attach the droplet to the target’s clothes. If ingested, the nauseous feeling will begin slowly at first, but can last for several days, and can only be cured via force healing or a combination of medicines and drugs. Ritual of the Vaarkulak: This ritual is a very intense and deadly ceremony for those who wish to attain the rank of Chosen. Only those with permission from Chosen Myyrdokk are allowed to attempt this. The ritual begins with the user boarding a small life pod that is launched deeper into the Kathol Rift. The pod itself is filled with hallucinogenic gases, designed to boost the hallucinating effects of the Kathol Rift. There is no oxygen provided, so the person undergoing the ritual must conserve what little air they do have, and for some, this ritual can last hours. While the pod is out, the rest of the individuals on the station gather and focus on the Madness, aiming it at the pod. Inside the pod, the user undergoes a multitude of visions and hallucinations. Reality will completely distort for the user. The rules of the universe will have no place for what the user sees. During this time, the user must do what he has been told multiple times beforehand to avoid at all costs, and accept all of the Madness that is flowing around him and believe each illusion to be real, no matter how extreme or dangerous it seems. Once this is done, the dark side will focus itself directly onto the user, and grant them a single vision of the spider that Chosen Myyrdokk had witnessed long ago. When this happens, the Madness will come to a crescendo. It is believed that the Chosen will then witness every single secret in the universe in a form. However, this vision will be so extreme and distorted, the only hope the user has to stay sane is to turn away right at the climax of the vision and not a moment before or after. Once this is done, if the user has succeeded in not giving into insanity and hasn't died from lack of oxygen, they give a signal to the people on the station to pull them back. Once on board, the newly Chosen will reveal their true form, with the Madness manifesting itself fully around the user. Ritual of the Spider: the magnum opus of the temple of the spider, only usable by those who have become a Chosen in the temple. By accumulating and unleashing so much madness at once, the user could cause an eruption of the madness. By sacrificing their own body and soul, the Chosen unleashes all the madness inside him in a large area, potentially up to several square miles long. For those who are weak minded, the madness causes them to become fearful, incoherent, and violent towards all living, non-affected beings. Those who are strong minded begin to see and hear hallucinations of spiders, Sith whispers, and other visions from the Temple of the Spider, and risk becoming infected with the madness permanently. The spot where the Chosen died becomes a focal point for the madness. Anyone who approaches the body from a few miles away will begin to suffer from headaches, hear voices, and eventually see hallucinations. If a person can resist the effects of the ritual, deal with the madmen who are stuck inside the ritual’s boundaries, and find the body, purging of the madness is possible. Purging of the Madness is only possible if the body is completely destroyed by incineration or disintegration.
  13. Solus

    Naboo

    At his master’s point, Solus originally swam alongside the pod and followed it. With no need to breathe and able to stand the underwater pressure, there was no issue with allowing the others to have a bit more free space. Plus, if something happened to the pod, the Shard could help on the outside much quicker. However, his guilty mind got the better of him. He would rather be closer to his master. And this newcomer interested him. The force acted so weird here. “Perhaps with more looking into the impossible geometries” Solus commented to himself as he came in behind his master into the pod. “I could get an idea of what this...Inmortos is. Its such a strange sight. The shapes of his life are so...not correct. Like broken, but still running. Such an odd thing…” Solus let the water drip off of himself as his master began talking. His attention was focused on the lizard beings nearby. The appearance they gave looked more like corpses then beings. And a quick glance into the Impossible Geometries revealed that just as so. Much like Inmortos, the shapes around the lizards were much more jittery and paused for much longer periods of time. They were more dead than alive in every sense of the word. Then the pain came. Solus’ joints tightened instantly as every circuit in his body began to fire off. The world around him was suddenly closing off from him. This world of worlds was disappearing rapidly, as his own connections from the chassis were being severed in unseen ways. His voice broke into a screech. "You may wonder why my apprentice? Why invoke my Wrath. Why do this after such success, it is simple. You jeopardized our mission, one given by the Dark Mistress for your own personal glory. You nearly cost the clan everything. You nearly cost me everything” “Ma-Master I-” Solus screeched in pain as his chassis acted up again. His feet left the floor as every limb franticly tightened and loosened over and over. His begging could not be heard over his shrieking frequencies. The world was losing sight for his sensors. No, Solus realized, his sensors were losing connection with his Shard. With the chassis, he was a being, but without it, he was a simple rock. And Akheron’s actions were forcibly separating the two. “Disregard my lessons, my words at your peril Solus. Consider this your second lesson. There is nothing you do that is not without consequences. Think before you act and heed my words of caution. War is no game, no mere childs play, nor is the life you chose by accepting my tutorlage. I warned you about this...disregard my words again and jeopardize what privilege we were given and you shall be cast aside, I'm sure Krath Inmortos here would just love a new puppet like you. Do I make myself clear?” “Ye...yes!” Solus fought, his voice a mixture of blaring of noises and shrieks of static and voice. “I..swear I...will remember! I ...swear!” Solus fell to the ground with a clang, his body suddenly back under his full possession. "Now get up and act the Sith you wish to become. You are a child no more, you are a Warrior, act like it." A sudden fear came from Solus’ shard, followed immediately by a thick cloud of rage. He looked at his master and the new non-alive being. Hadn’t he done well? He had killed so many Gungans. He had found the plasma. He had found the gungan village. He was going to kill so many more! So he made a mistake... Was that worthy of so much pain? Was his master just like his shardmates, willing to throw Solus away for simply being himself? Solus picked himself up, slowly. His chassis felt a bit foreign at first, as if he needed to resettle in it all over again. His body parts shook slightly at first, but worked into place. The shard however still kept his gaze focused on Akheron and Inmortos, saying nothing. He needed to let his anger cool off. No doubt Akheron could sense it. Solus briefly took a glimpse into the Impossible Geometries and called the red cloud away from the others. Perhaps he could hide it for now. It wasn’t like he couldn’t use it later on those stupid Gungans. Just needed to call it back for now. Store it away, like a battery, and use it later.
  14. Solus

    Naboo

    To say the ice spear that ran near his master surprised Solus would be an accurate, if under exaggerated, statement. Solus detected the spear not by force sight but by thermal vision. What could only be described as a cloud of cold consumed an area, and then shot out. “Amazing…” Solus exclaimed as if he was looking at a work of art instead of a weapon of destruction. The spear of ice….such a deadly tool. Another power of the Wicked Flame? Solus looked at where the spear had come from. Another submersible had arrived, and Solus could tell something was on board. Something powerful, much like Akheron. But different. Solus decided to feel how much different. With a quick focus, Solus peered into the Impossible Geometries, and directed his sight towards the submersible and those on board. Usually when Solus looked at living things, the shapes, colors, and sounds were in a constant state of flux. Constant churning change, overlapping with growing and shrinking. Emotions would cover each other up as unworkable shapes morphed into other ones. But on the submersible, it was very different. The geometric shapes did not move as smoothly as they should have. They were constantly jerking and stopping randomly, like broken gears carrying on a purpase past its expected lifetime. When the thing spoke to him via the Force, Solus saw how the shapes moved wildly into a spin for one moment, then go back into their usual patterns of jerking and stopping. And the colors around them were ashen pallid and drab. There were some colors of emotion, but they were partially greyed out. A state much closer to the dead bodies of the gungans that were nearby then to the Linnorms. “Anti-Life” Solus could only describe it as he broke his gaze from the vessel. “I will find the city, my Master!” Solus then proclaimed, and turned his attention away from the battle. The others were handling it well. Now was his time to shine once again. Again, the Impossible Geometries came into view. Solus focused on his conglomeration of shapes and the colors that came from them. The anger was there but Solus noted there was more fear than anger around. “No no, this won't do. I need anger...more anger...focus on the anger…” Solus called up the memories of his shard mates leaving him all alone in the void. He focused on the images of Tear not obeying his commands. The idea that your master will not recognize your greatness. Yes, those images. Focus on those images. Let the anger flow out from you. That red cloud of anger...now spread it out. Let it cloud the area… Good. Now the envy. Supply it. It isn’t too hard. Remember that vision back on Korriban? The feeling when that thing was taking your things? Or earlier up above with your master? Supply it. Give those feelings to me… There. The lines of envy...now...throw them out there. Solus obeyed and intensified his focus further. He could feel the darkness around him and within him, pushing him to grow. With a wave of his hand, the lines of envy traveled with the cloud of anger, making a pattern of solid objects like a lidar radar. Mostly rocks and plants, nothing out of the ordinary at first. But as Solus pushed further, stretching his anger as far as possible, he found something. “There!” Solus pointed westward in the dark abyss, and spoke on all channels so that way he could be heard in the vehicle at this short range. “Large structures! At least, that’s what it looks like. Perhaps I and our, er, new ally, should go to it and destroy them?"
  15. Solus

    Naboo

    Solus received the lightsaber gratefully, and nodded to his master. He hoped that this mistake would be overlooked and he would receive more chances in the future to prove himself. Solus activated the blade and looked at the other monsters. One was starting to flee the scene. Solus’ anger flared up and he gave chase. Within a moment, he caught up, and hacked its tail off, then a fin, and then finally a head. While it didn’t make him feel any better, at least he was doing something productive now. Solus stopped and focused himself on the impossible geometries. He had to make sure he wasn’t missing anything. It was slightly different down here. The air had a different tinge and shape then the water around him. It was more organically shaped...it formed different kinds of kaleidoscopic scenes. It felt… Solus stopped. A tiny splotch of yellow and red rapidly approaching from behind. Solus barely reacted in time to spin around and block the oncoming plasma ball. “Haha! Well timed! We were just running out of targets!” Solus called out and charged forwards. The gungans were after at the same thing the Linnorms were after. It was his duty to prevent that from occurring. In the ensuing battle, Solus was surprised at one thing: The gungans were much fiercer down here compared to when they battled above. They were smoother. They had more grace. They fought in all three dimensions. Still, Solus fought. The death pleased him. The fighting made him happy. He could feel the presense of the Fanged God along side him, a terrible force of power giving him fuel to kill more and more. At one point, Solus grabbed one of the gungans by the throat and pulled him close. A bragging was in order. “You really think you can stop us? You are weak! We are so much stronger!” The gungan did something surprising. He smiled “Yousa will nebber beat all-n ussa. Wesa'll always combackie. Wesa'll crush yousa whena yousa least spect it puny sith.” Solus was surprised. Such confidence was not what he expected. Still, it did not prevent him from stabbing the gungan's heart and leaving him for dead. “Master! Master!” Solus rushed towards Akheron. “Master, I believe the Gungans have more reinforcements nearby. A city perhaps!” Perhaps this would give him a chance to redeem himself in his master’s eyes.
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