Darth Heretic

I stand corrected. Greg, farewell, Jnet will miss thee.

Faust, I declare your post inelligible. PERIOD. Besides, you are a mortal, not a Jedi, nor a Sith, no masking There is no way in Hell he would have not sensed you.

*DH sees Raynuk enter the compound, and sees that he is confronted by the unmistakable white of stormtroopers. Dropping the trainee, he walks over and backs the master up. Raynuk feels DH walk up behind him and motions with his hand that he wants him to stay with him, in case any toubble starts.*

*Looking at the liquid coming down the young ones leg, and trying to hide a smirk, DH looked him in the eye and said:* But you didn't tell me HOW you found this place, especially since we have only just arrived here, ourselves.

Knock it off, you two or you won't be allowed to play with us. Stop arguing or take it to PM.

*DH turned to look and see John, looking predominantly better, and he saw a small one behind him, whose Force signature he did not recognize. He nudged Bishop and nodded his head to the newest one.* You recognize this new one? *Bishop shook his head no. DH turned and approached the new one. About 10 meters from him, he Force-pulled the newest one to him, pulled out and ignited his lightsaber.* Uou have approxiamtly 10 seconds to expalin who you are and how you got here, lest you fiind yourself thumbin it back to your homeworld.

*Darth Heretic got up from his seat and mumbled something under his breath to the effect of "Nice piloting. I'm sure a clumsy wookie could have done better".. Taking his personal effects from the ship, he put his hood up and went into the driving rain. He wondered why the Sith had never selected this planet as a base of operations before. It was perfect. The cloud cover alone would prevent all but the deepest of scans from the outer atmosphere, and the climate would be most inhospitable to any Republic forces. All they had to do was adapt, which is what Sith were VERY capable of. Catching up With Bishop and Raynuk, to hear them discussing contacting the local Imperial authority, to secure provisions for the night. Good idea. Everything would look alot clearer after a few hours mediation. In the meantime, the 3 Masters stood in the driving rain, discussing planetary ideas.*

*DH can only sigh as the thoughts of a whole new generation of Sith will have to be trained, and he was going to have to be one of the trainers. The Hells Envy lifted off and they set their course for Mimban.*

Screw the Jedi, they can fend for themselves. I will, however, join you three on the Hells Envy.

Mimban Astrographical Information Region: Expansion Region Sector: Circarpous Sector System: Circarpous System Orbital Position: 5 Moons: 2 Grid Coordinates: P-8 Physical Information Class: Terrestrial Atmosphere: Type 1 Breathable Primary Terrain: jungles, swamps, quickclay Points of Interest: Temple of Pomojema, abandoned Sith academy? Societal Information Indigenous Species: Mimbanites, Coway Immigrated Species: humans Primary Language(s): Mimbanite, Coway, Galactic Basic Faction Affiliation: neutral Defense Rating: level 1 JediRP Canon History: To come... Old description in spoiler: ((Summary compiled by Amidala Skywalker. Thank you!))

OOC: Tarrian, I had forgotten about Hatred making him eat the dog guts, then drinking the platterful of blood. LOL This conversation is only meant for the Sith, no spying/listening in/bugs/ etc. IC: OK, so it stands to reason that we should make our way there. Bishop, I will need the coordinates to put into my navputer.

OOC: Not to mention, some new legs.

I think the question here, is who are you? You look like hell, and you smell *sniff* liek fermenting bantha dung. Dear gods, get this man to a bacta tank so that vile stinch can be washed from him. ( ) *Turning to look at Bishop* Then where would you suggest, Lord?

Are you high, Z? Of course we aren't taking those lackey followers with us. Hell, it's enough that our Sith forefathers are probably rolling over in their tombs right now, us being forced to fight along side the Jedi, but to take them with us??? After we leave planet, it's back to us vs them.

Not to meniton the fact that it is so heavily armed and defended. That would be the perfect place. I'm sure that Hatred and Sauron left some things intact, but hidden. And it has the golumn batteries. A vote, then. All in favor?

We can always go back to Aracoun Morion, provided it isn't overrun, or destoryed. Otherwise, I only see one place that we can evacuate to: Korriban. The Dark side is strong there.

*Releasing a loud laugh, taking into consideration what Raynuk had just said, in light of the recent events, DH replied:* Well, I wouldn't exactly call it "cleaned up". We'll have to watch ourselves, until we can get clear of this place. I'm sure some of them survived, adn given their ability to adapt, they might be hiding under some of the other carcasses. Keep your guard up.

You will start by addressing us as "Masters"! Now, help master Tarrian get John to a medevac, immediately. I do not know if he has the strength left to move of his own accord. And if you are here to learn the way of the Sith, you will have to wait. Learn the way of surviving first. You two get going.

*DH and Tarrian had just run into the clearing to see John falling from the bug, obviously out of fight. They both witnessed the Gaunt raise up to deal the final blow to John. Willing what little Force he had left, DH, with the help of Tarrian managed to put a Force-image into the Gaunts mind, showing him being surrounded on all sides by Sith and Jedi, alike. Confused, the bugs attention was drawn from John, which gave DH the opportunity that he needed to get to John, while Tarrian kept watch, maintaining the Force-image. When DH had gotten John out of the Gaunts way, he turned back around and headed to finish what John started. The Guant was obviously faster, more heavily armored and better adapted at fighting, not to mention a hell of alot bigger. The bigger they are, the harder they fight. The Sith was all over the Gaunt, fighting, punching, kicking, digging his Sith sword into the areas easiest to hit, driving the sword deeper and deeper into the body, searching for some weakness. He finally found it. His own body starting to feel the effects of teh acid-blood, his hands starting to become disfigured, but managing to block out the pain, DH found the chink in the armor. He burried the sword deep into the underside of the Gaunts sword-legs. THe Gaunt thrashed in agony, still fighting but obviously in wretched pain. Still trying to kill the Sith, he finally fell over, dead.* Damn, I thought these bastards were all but defeated.

*DH and Tarrian hear the concussions, 1, 2, 3, go off like atomic bombs. They look at each other and in unison say:* Concussion grenades. DH: But who can get close enough without getting acid on them? Tarrian: I don't know, but whomever it is, god dammit, they have the right idea. DH: Well, do you have any? Now might be the time to use them. Send these bugs to the 7 hells. *Tarrian reaches behind her and pulls out 2, hands one to DH and both set the timers for 10 seconds, arm them and run like hell. If they didn't, they wouldn't make it, they would die from the acid-blood.* 10 FASTER!... 9 8 7 Heretic, run NOW!!! 6 5 4 3 2 DUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!! 1 BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM *Debris rained down all over them. Even running at full Force-speed they still weren't able to get completely out of harms way, as DH fell on top of Tarrian, he felt the acid-blood pepper him, singeing his flesh in small spots, but all over his exposed body, which was mainly his arms. Bug body parst, most unidentifiable, rained about all over them.*

They are fresh, we are weary, we let them come to us. *The two Sith stand "shoulder to shoulder", creating a semi-wall from which they would let no bug pass as long as they both stood.* Now, Tarrian, we see what kind of mettle you are made of. Watch your back, as well as your flank. *The two Sith start swinging their blades back and forth, waiting, as the bugs get closer.*

*Looking back, and seeing that nobody was following him, DH continued on to where they were coming from. There has to be some kind of landing zone they have set up. he coudl feel the Force slowly coming back into him, and with every step he took, it was at a faster pace. Not yet back to full strength, but getting close. Running now faster than a NFU, he was creating a wake of bugs, stepping on them, using them to bounce off of. He was running faster than they could move to block his path. Bugs were being trampled by the Force-wake the once-Emperor was creating. The laws of physics did not apply to the FU, and the wake was causing the bugs that were in the path of the wake to have thier guts literally turned into acidic goo. Finally DH reached a clearing, where he could see landing pods. The largest bugs were disembarking, now. Great, just when I thought it was about to... Suddenly, a great flash in the sky, followed by the flash of a Jedi in his mind, then silence. One less Jedi to kill later. Perhaps he made some kind of sacrafice for the greater good. Stupid Jedi. Three more transport pods landed, and that was all. Bugs were still all over the clearing, however, and he was sure they would see the Sith standing there, armed only with a glowing stick. DH turned the lightsaber off, put it back on his belt, pulled a different one out, a darksaber, as well as his Sith Sword.* OK, lets get with it.

*Meeting with Bishops glare, he heard the Sith Lord say:* "It is good to see your return, master." *It was good to see battle again, even if it was against odds that he had not seen in a very long time. Still swinging his lightsaber, DH took off in the direction that the most bugs seemed to be coming from.* These bugs have to have some place to be originating from, lets go find out where.

*DH, just having arrived, and dropping right in the middle of a melee, took but a moment to remember Barohm Zar. Friend, enemy, apprentice, master. The present master looked up and saw a bug headed for him, fresh meat. DH pulled his lightsaber from his belt, flicked it on and a black blade came to life. It wasn't much to cut these bugs in half. It was, however, difficult to keep slicing away, as there seemed to be absolutely no end to the bugs. After a few minutes, DH put his lightsaber back on his balt and Force-blasts the bugs back, then he uses Force-lightning to blow them back, more. His Force power is starting to run short, after a long time, and he is only able to hold the bugs back, until Tarrian and BoB can get over to where he is to stop what he has held back. The bug carcasses are piling up all around the Sith, with no end in sight. Finally, Force energy spent, DH is forced to pull his lightsaber back out and start swinging.*

*Suddenly, out of nowhere and everywhere at the same time, a blinding light, planet-wide, brought all fighting to a standstill, momentarily, as all life forms turned to look at the sky. The Master had returned, and he was pissed. The blinding light was his life force being brought back into existence, cause ing all bugg ships in both the upper and lower atmospheres to erupt into flame, before vanishing. It was as if the light from a hundred thousand suns had erupted at the same time. Suddenly, lightning rained down all over the warriors, Sith and Jedi, alike. This wasn't normal Sith lightning, however, because as it hit only the buggs, it was pulling them all up into the sky, at a very high rate of speed, launching them into space. All but the least significant living buggs were either destroyed by the high rate of speed they had suddenly found themselves being propelled at, or they simple suffocated in 0g, 0 air environments. When all but the least significant of the buggs had finally been repelled, DH fell planetside in a physical form. Walking up to Kalynn, Tarrian and BoB, the master simply says:* Better late than never, huh?