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  1. Khorne

    Mustafar

    Let Mortal Kombat Begin! Fight!
  2. Lethargy strikes beastly men far worse than it strikes the average soul, it had been several hours since Khorne had met up with that puke, and apparently... he had left. "Bastard. No fun-time." His comments were solely for Sludgy who had been following its father for some time... before they came across the main Sith Academy door and with a punch, the door parted open exposing the rather dimly-lit decor, and the taste of crimson which Khorne found considerably seductive. He was still clad in excessively heavy armor, to which he wore nothing underneath, it was pain that was almost equally exciting to feel, or at least it was the chaffing. He walked up to a colum and squated, exposing his arse and released some excrement... Sludgy followed suit, "Its been long time."
  3. OOC: Anakin Skywalker II, when you clamor to get company... you often find, you received the kind that you did not want. But perhaps, this may prove a bit of a lesson in patience... and I'll have fun, so it works for me. IC: Khorne and Sludgy, his mutated, sewage-based offspring approached a young man who was screaming for attention. "Lookie, its a cry-baby... he misses mommy!" Khorne's idiocy was the Beast-man's greatest surprise, for no one suspects the brutality of the mentally challenged, especially when they're vocabulary is limited to that of primary school children... Khorne's burly hands made a face that resembled crying and followed suit with, "Waaa waaa, waaa! I want Mazter! No one cares about me!" Laughing with his deep, hyena laugh, Khorne approached the young man... with the multi-colored Sludgy in tow...
  4. A large pod-shaped vessel streaked through the atmosphere of the night's sky above the Sith Temple, its lone occupant was a relatively strange face amongst the Sith. A ghost of a beast of a man. While he had met the Dark Lord and proved to be one of his favorite company, Khorne's memories were the example of a permanent foggy hangover... and rocketing about without restraints in a giant tin bucket roaring through the Cardian atmosphere... well, he was bound to puke himself retarded. "Sludgy, buddy ok?" The large pile of toxic goo from Khorne's travels on Corellia highlighted up and shined strangely, offering a sort of sentient life, glowing patterns that communicated with its father, cutely named Sludgy. Then... the crash happened. It was not a pleasant place, it resembled a solarium... and the large tin bucket several thousands of degrees hot destroyed a huge section of the herbal science experiment, releasing the noxious fumes, all entering his animalistic nostrils. He stood, or barely stood, in a daze of color and fancy lights that surrounded him... "Sludgy... I no feel good."
  5. Khorne

    Corellia

    OOC: As per request, he doth make an appearance, I do regret he is lacking, but still humorous... there will be at least one more. IC: All was fine until that time, it was then, that someone started with this rhyme... Angels sang out, in an immaculate chorus, out from the Heavens descended Chuck Norris. Instead of Chuck Norris, it was a seven-foot behemoth, and instead of angels singing out, it was the wails of a Corellian shoe salesman delivering his new supplies to the law offices down the street from the CEC. The man's ship crashed down into the earth, erupting in flames, his form escaping and clawing his way, changing into Bruce Wayne. But Khorne saw through, his clever disguise, and sawed the man in two. As the man's fecal matter spread across the street, the crowds of mortals ran in fear. It was then, that the beast did jump. A young widow, with her four children in tow, met the head of the chain axe. Khorne's form only bobbled in delight, for he had just cause a horrible sight. As the axe did buzz, and its blade did spin, he set about his next mayhem, as he softy stroked his bearded chin. A wail did pronounce the next death in his most gruesome tale, a kindly beggar seeking to buy his next ounce of liquor, softly extending his hat... only to receive, the crush of the axe's head, upon his back. With a sizzle as brass and crimson cut through bone, only the silent groan seared the air, as the man's chest, burst open and bare. Blood spilled and a dark desire filled, Khorne walked. The beast that was a man, looked upon his work, before realizing, he needed something more... and then it came. A Public Transport filled with school children, large, shiny and yellow. His eyes did twinkle, and his tongue did sparkle... as the children's eyes glazed over, for there he was, their mascot shining in gold and red. And Khorne did lunge, as the bus driver swerved, his axe now ignited and blazing the street in a shower of sparks. He leapt into the air, his massive legs propelling him upwards, and when he came down... the engine exploded. The bus flipped overhead and crashed into a coffeehouse, Astrobucks. Khorne turned around, slightly deprived, "I do that? No fair, me wants to play." He went for the metal and parted the exhaust pipe, "Ooh... warm, like giant otter." And in he went, through the convential speeder exhaust, not at all bothered by the intense heat, for his seed was crazy, and the pollution that emerged... a sludge blessed by the innards of an immortal. It crawled forth glowing greens, the children within looking in awe, now many of them crying. "Don't cry, Khorne make all better." If by better... if one is better, beheaded, of course. Toddler after toddler, teenager after teenager, flesh flying in all directions from the smoldering ruins of the bus. The bus driver, clawed by the forward drive trains of the traditional vehicle, managed to wriggle a blaster pistol and shoot at the gaping behemoth. Who smiled, "I likey guns. Guns mean kill-kill time!" With the axe, already churning with the blood and brittle bones of the calcium-lacking children, his armor discolored by their insides, he approached, crushing limbs that lay whole before grinding away and bursting forth from his second handiwork. Yet, the large glowing green slime followed, and on some level, it communicated, "Da-da?" Yes. The behemoth did breed with pollution, indeed he did, and what came forth from the fateful melding, a radioactive slime goo that was conceived by Khorne's animalistic seed and petrol fumes...
  6. Khorne

    Funestus

    Death... the end for some, a boundary for others, a challenge still for others... but to Khorne, death was a way of life. He breathed it, he ate it and it had long ago consumed him, the mystery for many was just a simple question waiting for a reply to him. Too few knew the secret of death... only a chosen few knew that death was actually an illusion, just waiting to be manipulated by those with the power and gallant pride to do so. A champion of his had fallen in battle... the audacity of someone striking down a warrior of his was the same as striking at the God of War himself. Wrongs needed to be righted... vengeance would be sought for his champion and for himself; but in due time. For now, it was time to manipulate what so few could. The Chaos God steadied himself mentally, mind transcending the worlds of the Force and mortals as his presence called forth the Ether itself to stand still as he searched. His champion was easy enough to spot, the warrior's aura like a blackout in the Force as he summoned it's essence to himself. Dirt and clay became flesh with a wave of Khorne's hand as the freeform soul once again found itself in the shell of mortality... empty lungs filling with stale air as the heart beat in a rhythmic pattern to send blood throughout the body. Life was granted back to the one known as Duo on this day as color returned to his face and his muscles lightly twitched from the shock of being brought back. Khorne made no intention of remaining until he awoke, the god moved from his place on the ground back to his throne with a mere blink of his eyes. When Duo awoke, he would find a ship waiting for him a few hundred yards away and something more just off to the side of him.
  7. Khorne

    Funestus

    Khorne looks over the newcomer as Duo has officially attained his allegiance to Khorne, "Duo, you are free to roam the galaxy, when I request something of you... you shall feel my call, as we beat with the same blood." Khorne's eyes fell on the newcomer, boring through his pathetic soul, "You say you and I have kinship. I span the life-time of many millenia as one form or another, tell me... discuss with me your recent life. Tell me of your battles, how you see us as being of kin?"
  8. Khorne

    Funestus

    Khorne smiled, exposing his feral teeth, "Good. Then you are endowed with the powers of Khorne... extend to me your hand." As Khorne spoke, he drew a surprisingly large knife blade and sliced across his palm... "Drink my blood and feel the trappings of the miserable existence of the Force fade from your body. You shall be freed of the curse of the Force or it's influence by swearing loyalty to me."
  9. Khorne

    Funestus

    OOC: I got this one, Drew. Sorry for the delay, Duo. IC: Khorne paused before speaking and paused for quite some time as if deliberately thinking of an answer and falling into a mental stupor, "I am a power unlike any other in the Galaxy... except very few. I am an abyss of the Force. A walking void in it's existence. This place... it is a wound in the Force. Bring a Jedi or a Sith to this place and he shall whimper for his vaunted Force is gone. I believe in nothing more than pure, raw absolute power. Strength. Blood. Honor." He paused again and motioned for the boy to follow with his massive hand, turning and beginning to walk along a cliff that demonstrated the far reaches of the asteroid realm... "Look towards that horizon. Do you see the Eden that my realm contains?" His fingers pointed towards a small section of the terrain that seemed green and alive, "That is the region where the result of Death is balanced, what the blood of all pays for... Life. I exist because Chaos wills my existence and I serve it and only it. Many serve me and I have brought you here, to my hall, to ask if you'd like to serve me. I can make you more powerful than any Mortal Warrior in exchange for your undying loyalty, young Duo. I can make you my Champion. I can make you stronger than any Sith or any Jedi. I can make you the ultimate Hunter. The ultimate Warrior." He paused and stretched his hand... small war-torn settlements sprang into view at Khorne's demands, "Out along this land exist four tribes, three warring tribes. A tribe of Sand People, noble and cunning warriors. Beasts more than men who serve me through sacrifice. There exist a tribe of Noghri, slightly more civilized and humanoid. Their massive bodies and animal strength rivaling that of most species in the galaxy coupled with their innate Hunter's instincts make them also formidable warriors and defenders of their territory. Finally, the most technologically advanced races... Iridonians, inhabiting the colder regions of this place, and a far-off ice plateau extends itself to their presence and a dense jungle spreads far off from the Eden and their reside the Trandoshan hunters, slavers. Both these Reptilian humanoids have a fetish for Blood and serve my darker instincts. You see... they kill for satisfaction, for desire, for bloodlust. The others, the Noghri and the Tusken Raiders, kill to defend. They fight brutal wars to appease my wrath. As my Champion you will lead them... any one Tribe as a General when I call for you. They each number in the hundreds of thousands. Or you may return to the Secular world and serve any means of Chaos, so long as you answer my call." The God finished his speech and turned to stare into the flailing hair of the human before him... "What is your choice?"
  10. Khorne

    Funestus

    The God of blood remained silent as the young boy's words echoed in the air. Once he had finished, the great ender of worlds spoke. "A kill in justice is impossible. Justice is merely a personal opinion... it is unknown if this "killer" truly deserved death for his action. Your friend died because it needed to be... you killed because you felt as if it needed to be done. You acted not out of justice but out of vengeance... you killed because you felt as if he had wronged you in some way." Khorne removed his hand from the youth's shoulder as he shifted his stance. "In your mind you killed for your friend, but the truth remains that we never kill for others... we only kill for ourselves."
  11. Khorne

    Funestus

    Khorne's movements, which to any witness would appear slow, were those of God, deliberate and at his pace, in this case, it meant immediate. From behind the newcomer (Duo) appeared a hulking beast of man, materializing from the ether of the asteroid realm of Funestus. His heavy hand set down on Duo, weighing the Black Sun bounty hunter down heavily and stopping him in his tracks. The towering form looked down upon the man with eyes of contempt and disdain, "Tell me, boy, how would you describe your greatest kill? Was it slaughtered for honor and glory, or a twisted strike from your ill-seated venom?" The Warrior God's voice was low and deep, resounding from all directions, as if speaking from Death's hand...
  12. Khorne

    Funestus

    A pair of empty eyes bore down on the three Champions that knelt before the Blood God. Their loyality was rightfully so, those without honor and valor were subjects of quick and petty deaths... not the receivers of the strength of true chaos. From one their were now two as he careless glanced at what used to be Deimos and what was now Methos and MacLeod. "You two will go to Selvaris and retrieve a being for me. He is like a plankon that's jealous of the ocean that holds him, but I will make him into something greater." With a gesture of contempt he dismissed the pair, his blood stained hand motioning for Durok to rise to his feet. "My most trusted warrior, you're time will come. There is another, but now is not his time to be chosen. Go now... make a sacrifice in my name. Eat from its flesh and absorb its strength. I will call for you when the moment is right."
  13. Khorne

    Funestus

    Meaningless lives extinquished by equally meaningless deaths... this was the world in which the Blood God lived. Such petty arrogance seeped into every once of the lesser beings, but it was of no matter. Egos were their own natural selection, the weak would parish and the strong would prosper, it was the way of things as they endlessly ran the cycle of chaos in which the universe balanced: kill or be killed. Slaughter was upon them, he could feel it aching through his bones... this very moment blood was being shed upon the land in epic proportions. A smirk crossed his empty features... "Durok... Deimos... there is a task I require of you..."
  14. Khorne

    Funestus

    Khorne waved off Piro, accepting his new band of tribes... he would watch the cannibals as they assaulted each other and in time, with great blood sacrifice he would revel in his own Darkness. His throne would become crimson and littered with skulls, as it should be... as it will always be.
  15. Khorne

    Funestus

    Khorne's eyes befell his Cultist, "Go, and do not dissappoint, again." He heaved his axe onto his shoulder and came across what resembled the camp of the first Tusken Raiders... it had not taken more than two standard hours for the Noghri, Trandoshans and Tusken Raiders to slaughter the mercantilistically-inclined Jawa tribe. "Pitiful creatures..."
  16. Khorne

    Funestus

    "Deimos, troubled spirit... you have done well, that is all the praise neccessary. You are now responsible for the life and death of both tribes. Do not have them slaughter each other... battle is to be prolonged. They are to honor me... see me as their one and only God. View blood as the only sacrifice. Go." In time... this place shall be fitting of my old Kingdom.
  17. Khorne

    Funestus

    Khorne's hand made a gesture of mild approval... "You have brought me an aggressive tribe and a band of worthless midgets. It is highly unlikely these toy-persons will outlast prolonged conflict with the Sand People. Go and fight me a tribe worthy of fighting the Sand People. Glory through false honor is only deceit. And lies dishonor me and result in the loss of your honor. Finish your task... correctly, or suffer my wrath."
  18. Khorne

    Funestus

    In the cavernous hell of his battered realm, Khorne sat upon his throne in perplexed thought. Angered, he took his chain axe and set it upon a number of mummified Sith corpses. In an odd turn of events, a pair of creatures, referred to as Hsiss in Sith holocrons appeared out of thin air. With his axe craving blood, he set it upon the so-called "dark side dragons." The bits of the axe blade dug into the hide and ripped apart the flesh of the Force-sensitive creature, spewing blood and gizzards about in a decorative manner for the Blood God. "I tire of the absence of conflict... where are my Servants with my slaves?"
  19. Khorne

    Funestus

    OOC: Thanks Chad, Piro and Deimos, take your time... multiple posts, be inventive. And for Chrissake, spell check! IC: Khorne watched with mild amusement... The Massassi armies, grown with the heritage of their dead civilization, slaughtered by Sith arrogance, where warriors amongst themselves. The training Piro offered was ceremonial at best and enough to keep his pawns entertained while the God studied the dejarik board. Small nudges produce great ripples, waves in the threads of Chaos... ripples that appease his Master, for even Khorne, the God, had a Master... his was the eternal Chaos, a father to his brothers and his sister. His heavy axe rested next to him and he motioned for Deimos to come forwards from the shadows, "You are my right-hand as much as he is my left... Assemble a token force of my Guardians, a thousand-strong and enslave a population for my asteroid world. I care not, what they are... so long as they are aggressively territorial and seemingly paranoid." As Deimos departed from the Blood God's presence, Khorne summoned Piro, "You are my left hand as much as he is my right... Assemble a token force of my Priests, a thousand-strong and enslave a population of sentients for my asteroid world. I care not, what they are... so long as they are aggressively territorial and an expansionist power." With his Pawns fulfilling a base task, off-world, Khorne is left to think in the cavernous emptiness of Funestus, a land blessed by death and caressed by blood.
  20. Khorne

    Funestus

    Khorne's eyes fell onto his Cultist, "Piro... go and assemble the warriors, assist in their training, you are a combatant and your skills speak sufficient volumes, prove your worth and raise a group to become my Loyal Guardians and Priests. Begin battles to honor my bloodlust... better yet, take a handful of Massassi and start death." Khorne's orders were vague and the God, by nature, was vague... he maneuvered to the ragged tip of an incline on his battered asteroid world and sat upon the fallen corpses of Sith and Jedi, smiling as he overlooked his twisted realm...
  21. Khorne

    Funestus

    Twin Suns beating down on a corner of the battered asteroid from one hemisphere produced a radiant glow over the magma fields and mountain range of the realm of Funestus. The littered bones echoed the hollowness of the Force as the place spoke only of the wound of death. There was no palace, no need, for the many servants of Khorne that killed eachother on this rock... Jedi and Sith, bred for war and death, alike engaged in the fitting slaughter that created his Throne. On the tip of the coldest mountain on the red-hued boulder in the black abyss of space stands a chair of bones from all races of the galaxy who came to fight in the old wars, before the time of Exar Kun, before the use of the lightsaber... when the Force was still a virgin entity opened to only a few and the Sith did not organize but struck from the shadows making sacrifices to arcane magicks and sorceries to gain a foothold in the galaxy. Some, the more daring of their kind, pledging sacrifices to the Gods of Chaos, to Chaos itself, the warriors to the Demon of Khorne. But Death upon your enemies is a sin committed by Evil, as well as Good, and this battleground was testament to that. For the battlefield lay littered with the bones of Jedi Masters and Sith Lords, of Jedi Knights and Sith Marauders, of Jedi Watchmen and Sith Assasins... this battlefield was a testament to the ultimate liberation from the Force, a pure and clean death. Thus, this place, now absent of the Living Force, was Khorne's bastion of power and reflection... his Palace of Eternal Darkness. His Realm. The Special Bus rocketed through hyperspace, escorted by a Transport and Khorne's companions, setting down on the shifting surface... Khorne exited his ship and took a deep breath. The Massassi were granted free reign of their new habitat and as the manbeasts scurried, they took all armor that was once their own, before the Sith oppressors claimed them and before the Jedi oppressors slaughtered them. Claiming Sith blades and armor for their own, again, the Massassi would soon become engulfed in their eternal strife and a new race would be brought to produce Hunters out of their species...
  22. It did not take long for the Massassi soldiers to be rounded up, and as Piro spoke and shattered the concentration of Khorne, an engraving in his armor that had never been noticeable before depicted a set of stars in the distance... and between them, a boulder in the abyss of space. An ancient map of the galaxy if you will... of the Outer Rim, near Tatooine. It made sense, the Twin Suns after all... He smiled and motioned for Piro and Deimos to bring themselves aboard the Transport and to have their vessels hoisted within it. Khorne managed a pilot for the Special Bus and the group set forth for Funestus.
  23. "The Massassi are warriors from a time when the Sith were a battered group of children crying and fleeing their Masters, from a time when the Sith were just born. In time they grew in strength and conquered the Massassi race and turned them into warriors, soldiers for their glorious cause." A smug smile crossed the horiffic face of the Blood God, "The donor I do not know, nor where his blood originated from, all I know is Master Tzeentch called for their creation and in time we shall travel to his beckoning call... but for now we depart to our new home." Khorne crossed his arms as he continued to inspect his catch. "Inform the Kaminoans to prepare a shuttle, we are ready to leave with our men."
  24. Khorne's negotiations with the Kaminoans was completed accordingly, with little concern given to the Imperial occupation, Khorne chose to continue to oversee the growing Massassi. Granting Deimos and Piro a view of the ancient Massassi warriors, the one-time ground forces of Sith Lords of old.
  25. Khorne's eyes snapped to Piro's, "Quiet, Cultist. We shall discuss this in time, be silent and follow, those are your orders. You shall meet the Massassi when I am ready to show them to you." Even though a smug smirk was growing on Deimos' face, Khorne's glare fell on him, too. "Be silent, as well, Champion."
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