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  1. SITH EMPIRE ROUND EIGHT. Fleet Command (Flagship) High Command: Exodus, Inquisitor Barca Augmentation: Axial Weapon (MK-I), Ultra-Heavy Flak Cannons (MK-I) Xhendora-Class Dreadnought, Goliath |0/14| Battle Line Escort: Tradition of Excellence Commander: Exodus, Inquisitor Barca Task Force Experience: Veteran, 2XP Gladiator-Class Star Destroyer, Minotaur |32/23| Sith Empire Destroyer Group [Turbolasers]: Focus Fire Assigned PC: NPC (Qaela) Task Force Experience: Veteran, 2XP Assigned Callsign: Herløv Kyber-Class Star Destroyer, Herløv |0/10| RETREATED _________________________________________________________________________ Assault Lance [Kinetic Ram]: Juggernaught Assigned PC: Nok Morliss (commanded by NPC Jaden Jorus) Task Force Experience: Green, 1XP MC80a Star Cruiser The Prodigious |0/10| DESTROYED Combat Air Patrol Carrier: No Fly Zone |Sergeti| Assigned PC: Nok Morliss (commanded by NPC Jaden Jorus) Task Force Experience: Green, 1XP Lucrehulk Control Core (LH-1740) Eye of Opulence |0/6| MC30c frigate Tidewalker |3/3| MC30c frigate Blue Horizon |3/3| Thranta-class corvette Dawn Sentry |2/1| Thranta-class corvette Winning Hand |2/1| DESTROYED Covert Strike Force: Silent Hunters Assigned PC: Nok Morliss (commanded by NPC Jaden Jorus) Task Force Experience: Veteran, 3XP Nova-class Battle Cruiser Our Velvet Ire |9/9| _________________________________________________________________________ Advanced Warfighter Cadre: Catastrophic Oracle Commander: Nyrys Task Force Experience: Green, 1XP Promised Razor: |3/9| Lamia: |3/3| Cassandra: |2/1| Sibyl: |2/1| Egeria: |2/1| Pythia: |2/1| RETREATED Tactical Support Escort: Wayward Serpent DESTROYED Commander: Nyrys Task Force Experience: Green, 1XP Temple of Vipers: |1/9| Coiled Hatred: |3/3| Nidhoggr: |1/1| Moin: |2/1| Goin: |2/1| Svafnir: |2/1| Green Precision Strike Carrier: Unforgiving Rebuke Commander: Nyrys Task Force Experience: Green, 1XP Myrmidon: |1/8| ________
  2. ALLEGIANT The palace enclosures were quiet, each step as loud as brass atop the marbled parquet. Ethereal ambience sheathed the room in shadows and candlelit flames, burning outlandish herbs commandeered from darker planets abroad. Such searing incenses highlighted indelicate earthy aromas that filled the halls, as if one could taste the wilds of Dxun by breath alone. Temperaments were easily controlled by the atmosphere of any given situation; subliminal mastery of such, whether comprehending or manifesting, was a particular study that Lord Exodus was quite fond of. What he had failed to see within the first on Kuat, he now found in the second and third nominees that came after. Both Dathomiri and Mandalorian were the fiercest of mind and body, and as the two were considered, they exhibited an unannounced gallantry to the hierarchy of things. Refreshingly, a distracting show of self-importance was either non-existent or laid to the side in these instances. An anima of power laid dormant inside the set of two, and Exodus would be the hand that unleashed it. "Master Darksong, your timing is quite impeccable. Let us welcome Master Ardell. Of rich Mandalorian stock, undoubtedly. A creature of much promise," A slowed selections of words played to the conspicuous tone of the Emperor, words as tantalizing as the illusions he weaved. "He looks to build a tribe that would make worlds tremble before their name, the name of which would immortalize them forever. I know the filth in which he comes from, I buried the worst of them beneath Coruscanti rubble. —But, he wishes to become more." Exodus ironed his attention to the Mandalorians that stood before him now. "Master Darksong will comprise a seat on my open council, exercising one of the highest forms of autonomy known to the Empire. You may know nothing of me, I confess. But of anyone, their secrets are never far from reach. I would offer you the same as Master Darksong, if you can earn your weight in gold. Resources, Ships, Territories. All of it. Will Tros Ardell swear service to the King of the Sith, and bring his Mandalorians deliverance?
  3. EMPEROR "One who shows signs of mental aberration is, inevitably, perhaps, but cruelly, shut off from familiar, thoughtless intercourse, partly excommunicated; his isolation is unwittingly proclaimed to him on every countenance by curiosity, indifference, aversion, or pity, and in so far as he is human enough to need free and equal communication and feel the lack of it, he suffers pain and loss of a kind and degree which others can only faintly imagine, and for the most part ignore." I am here. The affirmation rang out as empty words into an open abyss, sunken echoes that faded lingeringly into a dominion of unmitigated shadow. Exodus meditated, cross-legged and alone, with a vicious darkness that stretched as far as the eyes could see and then further yet. His consciousness searched more composedly than last he had entered the Netherworld, for the frequency in which he had visited the land of the dead, began to produce a near-absolute fearlessness of the unknown. This breach between life and death was unlike the physical domain where he conquered and ruled, for the laws in which bound him were drastically different; a formidable center of gravity slowed his body and bones, the force slipped between his fingers as if catching grains of sand, and an endless horde of revenant spirits undoubtedly watched him here, undaunted by any foreign power. This was their home. With unyielding mettle he moved to stand, the King of the Sith pushing himself to his feet, watching each leg root themselves into fast-crawling wisps of black smoke. Muscles drew taut at the level of exertion needed to simply move, venting irritated breath from the nostrils of the Emperor. Whatever terrain this was, it was most certainly alive. A true suspense of yawning nothingness drawn out in every which direction, embracing him, becoming one with him. Ground bloated into watery black, a shimmering surface that was as solid as any substance in the material world. Dark flowing robes of onyx and aureate silk stood out against the dark panorama, bizarrely offering a measure of sight beyond where he stood. There was something there. An Anzati Warlord could pierce the night skies with their natural sight, and one born of the dark would always fare far better than the ordinary. His eyes burned with outstanding intensity as they boiled like running magma, searching out the figure before him. His mind became functioning gears of violence and strategy, as it always did when he was on the hunt. He moved to demand the Dark Will of the Force, but felt nothing. He spit, and then reached for the handle of his blade. “Face me.” _______________ "That will do nothing for you here," the voice crawled out in a low devilish tone as soon as the Mandalorian rested his hand uneasily on the holstered weapon. Waking abruptly from his meditations, Exodus could feel the power return in a flush through his veins. Venomous was the sound of his words, echoing acutely across the dark and empty halls, thrumming through their bodies. Much different than the void. A brooding figure sat with elbows over knees, and his face curiously buried inside the skin of his palms. Polished braziers attached to one side of each of the six marmoreal columns lit up every part of the throne hall and allowed shadows to play and dance where light could not reach. Countless bloodstones unearthed from the toil of Onderon, layered the ceiling and danced in the flickering light. Sculptures and hunted game looked down upon the slate floor of the magnificent hall, yearningly watching the mortals below. All of this played backdrop to the Sovereign Sith, heralded as both Destroyer of life and Savior of his kin. "Mandalorians. Do not insult me, be at ease." Exodus leaned back into the smooth surface of the decor, and ringed the half-filled glass of wine with a single finger, chasing the last vestiges of deep meditation from his psyche. "You wear the colors well, last son of Clan Ardell.. To what ends, would you see your clan rise once more?" No time wasted, the Spider awaited an answer.
  4. SITH EMPIRE ROUND SEVEN. Fleet Command (Flagship) High Command: Exodus, Inquisitor Barca Augmentation: Axial Weapon (MK-I), Ultra-Heavy Flak Cannons (MK-I) Xhendora-Class Dreadnought, Goliath |0/17| Battle Line Escort: Tradition of Excellence Commander: Exodus, Inquisitor Barca Task Force Experience: Veteran, 2XP Gladiator-Class Star Destroyer, Minotaur |32/25| Sith Empire Destroyer Group [Turbolasers]: Focus Fire Assigned PC: NPC (Qaela) Task Force Experience: Veteran, 2XP Assigned Callsign: Herløv Kyber-Class Star Destroyer, Herløv |0/10| RETREATED _________________________________________________________________________ Assault Lance [Kinetic Ram]: Juggernaught Assigned PC: Nok Morliss (commanded by NPC Jaden Jorus) Task Force Experience: Green, 1XP MC80a Star Cruiser The Prodigious |0/10| DESTROYED Combat Air Patrol Carrier: No Fly Zone |Sergeti| Assigned PC: Nok Morliss (commanded by NPC Jaden Jorus) Task Force Experience: Green, 1XP Lucrehulk Control Core (LH-1740) Eye of Opulence |0/6| MC30c frigate Tidewalker |3/3| MC30c frigate Blue Horizon |3/3| Thranta-class corvette Dawn Sentry |2/1| Thranta-class corvette Winning Hand |2/1| DESTROYED Covert Strike Force: Silent Hunters Assigned PC: Nok Morliss (commanded by NPC Jaden Jorus) Task Force Experience: Veteran, 3XP Nova-class Battle Cruiser Our Velvet Ire |9/9| _________________________________________________________________________ Advanced Warfighter Cadre: Catastrophic Oracle Commander: Nyrys Task Force Experience: Green, 1XP Promised Razor: |3/9| Lamia: |3/3| Cassandra: |2/1| Sibyl: |2/1| Egeria: |2/1| Pythia: |2/1| RETREATED Tactical Support Escort: Wayward Serpent DESTROYED Commander: Nyrys Task Force Experience: Green, 1XP Temple of Vipers: |1/9| Coiled Hatred: |3/3| Nidhoggr: |1/1| Moin: |2/1| Goin: |2/1| Svafnir: |2/1| Green Precision Strike Carrier: Unforgiving Rebuke Commander: Nyrys Task Force Experience: Green, 1XP Myrmidon: |11/10| ________ The Xhendora-Class Dreadnought hovered over the esteemed shipyard installation, its forward batteries raining beautiful death on the Rebel formations. On the tactical screen on the flagship's nigh-transparent deflector shields flickered and died. A few more bursts, and the display informed the tactical officer that the warship shield output had seized being operational. "The installation is mostly evacuated of civilian hosts, Captain Zloth'cal'duorii," the officer reported. The Captain of the Goliath nodded briskly. Zloth'cal'duorii was a thin, contentious man with cold virulent eyes, who had been in Imperial service since just after the end of the Onderonion Wars. "Excellent. Inform the boarding parties that they may proceed." Dozens of troop transports had previously launched from the Star Destroyer's hanger carrying specialized Imperial stormtroopers who would assist those that already occupied the defended shipyards, heading at their sluggish but sure pace for the installation. The Captain watched from the forward bridge, monitoring their progress on a tactical readout. The transports had heavy shields, but for the most part, held a direct line to the asset that they still had a loose grip on defending. When the transports reached the station's docking bay, shields dropping as they maneuvered to dock, the stormtroopers would fan out and reinforce the current manifest of largely deployed ground units. One of the Destroyer's numerous TIE squadrons swung around the transports in lazy loops, sensors scanning for any sign of Rebel interference. So far, the backdrop had been relatively clear, save for the bombing runs that chipped away at the stalwart formation of both the Goliath and the Minotaur. Omega Six braced for the jolt as the launch tractors grabbed her TIE and flung the tiny craft away from the hull of the Goliath. Punching the engines to full, she swung about and fell in beside Atom's craft. They formed behind the two TIEs piloted by Howl and Huntress. The old man's voice came over the comm. "Omega Wing, this is Omega Leader. Omega Five and Six, hang back and screen our objectives for any designated attack. Green on proton torpedo deployment, let them fly." "Copy, Omega Leader," Six acknowledged, though she was challenged by the direction personally. "Omega Six, this is Five," said 'Bucktoe', sounding troublesome as usual. "Did yah see how they peeled back that Nebula-class? Real cowboy shit if you ask me! Are we fixin' ta just sit 'ere and wait for 'em to tag these yellowbellies? These no-good rebel pilots are dropping like flies, they can't fly like us honey!" "Yes, Five, we're going to just sit here," 'Red Fox' said through clenched teeth. "But for crying out loud, Buck, be quiet. This is an open channel." "That's good advice, Buck." Huntress' voice said, level as always. "I suggest you take it." "Copy that, ladies," he said ruefully, watching as the rest of the Wing tore the opposition to shreds, wondering just how long the fleet itself had to hold out for.
  5. Nemesis Grid Sleeper Cells simply cannot chance an opportunity to be out of contact, under any circumstances. Sleepers use a microfine web of transceiver wiring and optical augmentation that contributes to their connectivity to Command on a Nemesis Grid. These units act as a built-in compad for the user and allow for reception and transmission of audio and visual recordings, the latter playing in an inset window in the user's field of vision. If the unit is operating outside of a standard comm grid, it has a transmission that extends exponentially by way of a wide-spread Nemesis relay bounce that is scattered throughout conquered territories. Sleepers can transmit basic visual diagrams and images to each other, as well as optical recordings. The sleeper cells were scattered within every active contingent, despite how thorough any of the autonomous Sith had been within their powerbase. Exodus was there; an ear, a tongue, and a dagger in the shadows to reveal itself whenever he desired. These cells moved with alacrity now, delivering what was instructed to assigned operatives all throughout the heirarchy of the Sith Empire. Amidst the thousands, Tros, Lady Zedrin, and Master Qaela were addressed briefly. "Onderon, launching point. Return home effective immediately. Command will instruct upon arrival."
  6. SITH EMPIRE ROUND FIVE. Fleet Command (Flagship) High Command: Exodus, Inquisitor Barca Augmentation: Axial Weapon (MK-I), Ultra-Heavy Flak Cannons (MK-I) Xhendora-Class Dreadnought, Goliath |1/25| Battle Line Escort: Tradition of Excellence Commander: Exodus, Inquisitor Barca Task Force Experience: Veteran, 2XP Gladiator-Class Star Destroyer, Minotaur |35/25| Sith Empire Destroyer Group [Turbolasers]: Focus Fire Assigned PC: NPC (Qaela) Task Force Experience: Veteran, 2XP Assigned Callsign: Herløv Kyber-Class Star Destroyer, Herløv |0/10| RETREATED _________________________________________________________________________ Assault Lance [Kinetic Ram]: Juggernaught Assigned PC: Nok Morliss (commanded by NPC Jaden Jorus) Task Force Experience: Green, 1XP MC80a Star Cruiser The Prodigious |0/10| DESTROYED Combat Air Patrol Carrier: No Fly Zone |Sergeti| Assigned PC: Nok Morliss (commanded by NPC Jaden Jorus) Task Force Experience: Green, 1XP Lucrehulk Control Core (LH-1740) Eye of Opulence |0/6| MC30c frigate Tidewalker |3/3| MC30c frigate Blue Horizon |3/3| Thranta-class corvette Dawn Sentry |2/1| Thranta-class corvette Winning Hand |2/1| DESTROYED Covert Strike Force: Silent Hunters Assigned PC: Nok Morliss (commanded by NPC Jaden Jorus) Task Force Experience: Veteran, 3XP Nova-class Battle Cruiser Our Velvet Ire |9/9| _________________________________________________________________________ Advanced Warfighter Cadre: Catastrophic Oracle Commander: Nyrys Task Force Experience: Green, 1XP Promised Razor: |3/9| Lamia: |3/3| Cassandra: |2/1| Sibyl: |2/1| Egeria: |2/1| Pythia: |2/1| RETREATED Tactical Support Escort: Wayward Serpent DESTROYED Commander: Nyrys Task Force Experience: Green, 1XP Temple of Vipers: |1/9| Coiled Hatred: |3/3| Nidhoggr: |1/1| Moin: |2/1| Goin: |2/1| Svafnir: |2/1| Green Precision Strike Carrier: Unforgiving Rebuke Commander: Nyrys Task Force Experience: Green, 1XP Myrmidon: |21/16| ________ The Imperial Admiral counted the losses methodically, understanding that warships lost on both sides were near evenly matched, despite the defeaning silence that sat within the ships of his allies. There was a suffocating loneliness that stifled the communication systems; just cold and calculated reports of damages and confirmed kills, panoramic displays of high-value targets ramming into one another and detonating in a grand splurge of ordinary life-forms. The Emperor had counted on this, but how could he know before it happened? Did he count on the desperate warmongering of the Rebel contingencies? Or was there greater work afoot? The Admiral shook the thoughts from his mind as another successful bombing run rattled into another enemy Carrier. The manuoevers executed here would be cataloged and praised in bravery whether the Admiral lived to see another day, or burned on the fraying corpse of this Flagship. It would be known that here, the Admiral stood by himself, in the face of his enemies, ensuring that enough time would pass. "The mission will soon be complete."
  7. HIGH ALERT The Sith Capital was an aristocratic sprawling of high architecture and extravagant nobility, separated by vast pockets of tropical overgrowth that spilled over deep canyons heated by geothermal vents. The walled cities of Onderon seethed with an overcrowd of behemoth warships that swallowed the skies every-which way. Large flight patterns of variable TIE formations patrolled just beneath and through the many mechanized walkers, transports and destroyers that suddenly suspended low in the planet’s atmosphere. Fortress world Onderon drew a hive-like energy that buzzed across every ocean, every city, and every burrow filled with war-ready sentient life. Iziz was a marveled jewel run amok with opulent red, black and aureate walkways of Imperial banners. Columns and columns of soldiers marched with intention, unloading themselves from scattered military compounds, and loading themselves onto a bevy of loaders and transports. The efficiency was not dissimilar to the assiduous competence of natural ant colonies, streaming forth in beautiful design. One particular vessel fell from the heavens with fire and finesse, leaning heavy into all thrusters and folding it's long wings upwards in a swift hoist. King Exodus watched the tabulation of data expand in size as they approached in an Upsilon-Class Command Shuttle from his seat behind the pilot, an outlawed weapons broker who had been conscripted from the holding cells of the Helvault. Servitude over confinement was a rich proposition, but his worth was in the value of his force sensitivity, and not the little he amounted to within the black market. A few other Sith accompanied him in the cockpit of the command shuttle, quiet identities wholly undisclosed with an aura of mystery surrounding them all, not a word said between them. Exodus drew the corners of his war-plate from his chest, breathing in deep as instinctive meditation fell over him, enabling an acute detection towards the warrior he had shared an affinity with. A few lightsabers hung on the sides of his belt, and a hooded cloak covered his form with the hood drawn up over his dark mane, simmering broodful eyes glowing from behind the shadowed creases of his cowl. "There they are." The pilot broke the silence in the cabin as the destination loomed in through the viewport, an excited tremor in his voice. Exodus could feel the lunacy radiating off the man, could sense it wasn't due to the maneuver he was about to perform, his confidence in his piloting skill was well enough. No, it was the possibility of blood, a euphoria for battle. "Hold here." Exodus commanded the other Sith, relieving them of their duty to interfere if it came to such. "Pilot, scan the surface for the others, and rally what you can." He continued with authority. “This won’t take long.” Exodus departed the rampart, and descended alone from the vessel.
  8. Exodus

    Kuat

    COURT OF DARKNESS "You speak true, Dathomiri." Exodus replied quicker than even he expected, but sensing the truth in her words was something he could not mistake. "A rarity," that another before him could string the words together almost as well as he, and draw a conclusion similarly to the one she had confessed, or so he thought. She left nothing to the imagination through the lens in which she saw things laid out, she coined roots of a paranoia that perhaps, even he was unaware of. Such clarity and transparency would be a cornerstone to the longevity of a Sith Hierarchy. Exodus weighed the expression of her thoughts, dragging his warblade from the earth and balancing it high above his head, as if words and weapons were one and the same. The windows to his soul held a desperate color of black death as he stared out into the open peacefully, the shapes of his irises becoming less circular than they were sharpened and lined with an oozing volcanic drip. The atmosphere about them had changed, a sweet and subtle change that many could never bookmark in their lifetime, never really knowing what it all meant. Many biological beings resorted to a sensation of fear, but it was simply the presence of the Dark Side. And as Exodus lowered his blade slowly, now walking towards Master Qaela, he placed the visceral edge of his weapon just past her fearless face, hovering the kiss of it beside the soft wall of her neck. Sharpness of such steel could fall gently from where it was raised, and carve down into the small woman from her neck and shoulders, sliding as if cutting through butter, opening her belly wide enough to watch her insides sloppily abandon ship. The point of the weapon instead revealed what it was that had crept down in the far distance. "I brought you something." It was beyond gargantuan, a smattered fusion of crystallized black and thrice-hardened steel with an underbelly of power synchronously pulsing with feverish light. The lining of this monstrosity flaunted organic shells, as if birthed from luxurious stonework. It was alive, and so immersed in the call of the Dark Side that only the presence of the Dark King could distract from such. And still, the beast whined and moaned; singing a somber cry filled with pain and destruction, an unholy choir that reached out to the heart-strings of those that could hear it. The ISD-II variant Kyber-Class Herløv, a mighty herald of Master Qaela had shuddered into the clouds of Kuat and buckled the atmosphere with it's raw power. "Did not let this little toy fall to our enemies, with you is where it belongs, enjoy. They return gloriously from the defense of Fondor, they have fulfilled what was asked of them, providing me with time. Get reacquainted, but do it quickly. We have a place that needs burning. I'll send for you." Exodus retracted the blade and sheathed it's brilliance. He nodded to the Dathomiri and stepped off from the compound, grabbing at her shoulder proudly with his free hand, subliminally hinting at the differences between his hand and his blade, and the choices she had made within the moments spent. She walked a thin rope, and would fall as foe or cross as comrade in the war to come. He had his answer on who she was, for now, and so he made way for his chariot.
  9. Exodus

    Kuat

    N I N E The Emperor found the evenness of her tone, her breath neither hurried nor holier than need be. Exact was how the woman held her demeanor, nothing more than what she needed to show, except the glaring lack of self-importance she held onto. It was coincidence then that the man she had chosen as an apprentice in her time before death, held behaviour that had shown the complete opposite in just body language alone. A Human typically overwrought with pride compared to a domesticated Dathomiri with as much humility as a Ziostian monk. The connection would have made him smile, but a simple question lingering in his mind removed humor altogether; which of the two would attempt the knife in his back? As she revealed herself through words, the powerful width of the imperious Warlord shifted forward. He stepped closer at a disarmingly slow march, the sound of dirt and stone grinding beneath his boots. Exodus closed his eyes as he moved forward and tasted the wind through his nostrils, brushing coolly across his tongue. He moved forward yet, closing the distance between the woman and himself, even catching the dead gaze of the two stationed Sentinels. "Nor should I?" Interesting was the way the sentence carried a tune of command, as if she would ever dare, but the Emperor couldn't resist hearing the words played aloud once more. He whispered them loud enough for her to hear, and questioned what it truly meant. Anzati held a particular liking towards the aristocratic taste of fine arts, an appetite for the flavor of many manner of things. The brutish organization of many language had been just one that always arrested his attention, perhaps this was simply a language barrier rooted in translations. Basic was nowhere near as expressive as the Anzati tongue, but she would not make the mistake again. Closer now, Exodus was but a half-meter span from where she stood. He stalked where her feet planted, moving with wolfish grace and curiosity. He studied her scent as it drew off of her ignorantly, filling the small space between them. The Emperor leaned forward, nearly brushing the bridge of his nose against her shoulders, lifting just before and against the cascade of her hair. Her body was flush with nutritional saturation, force-fed until her physical maturation improved on the natural decay of her first-form. He could taste the richness of her. Even her hair seemed wet still with the dampness of the underworld, a moisture carried forward between the physical and spiritual worlds. "Lady Darksong," Exodus moved passed her now, approaching the two gargoyle Sentinels that lurched in watchful formation. "...a great many have failed me, and in more ways than you could ever imagine. Yet and still, here we are, atop the food chain. Do you know why that is?" Rhetorically speaking, the King handwaved her from answering. "The useful pieces remain at my side, they adhere to my call." The seers on Arachnakorr had showed him the way, gave him the means to conquer the distant stars, unraveling the darkest mysteries of the Force. The Umbarans kept his burial chambers sacred and sanctified, worshipping him as a God that kept watch from the mountains, drowning him in tribute. Onderonians carried his name as a legend born from the superstition and mysticism in which his journey was carved. The creatures of the known galaxy understood the lure of the assassin, connecting the Sith in such a way that had never been done before. Exodus drew his Sith Sword, listening acutely to the scintillating kiss of metal dragging across metal. The balance of the blade resonated with him as he held the weapon in his hand, turning it over and studying the glyphs etched into its surface. It bled down the alchemical metal with ancient knowledge, cursive text that whispered in a tongue from Chaos itself. "I could care less whether you think you are deserving or not. You are a Master of my Court, and will conduct yourself as one at all times, in victory and in defeat. Hold your head high, for you have gone to lengths that others will not. You brought a measure of value to your name, while others wait for me to hold their hand. I grow weary of my own, I see the envy in their eyes. They are leeches, spoiled by the sanctuary I grant them. I will weed them out, and feed them to my wolves. And I will bring our enemies what they have been dying for. You say you will serve, as they all do. But will your sword become synonymous with mine? I have fetched you from your grave, how far will you follow your King, Lady Darksong? Exodus dragged the tip of his blade against the dirt, smiling.
  10. Exodus

    Kuat

    KEEPER OF KIN There was a surreal iridescence that tinted the full surface of his eyes with fever, shimmering unevenly as if the shallow beat of a bright star splashed against the scales of a sun-bathing dragon. There was something majestic in the way the darkness manifested inside of the Anzati Warlord, an elegance and savagery that danced across his flesh and made bed with his every mannerism. More and more of him offered itself, and more of his sanity swam eagerly with the current of the Dark Side. The longer he waded, the more his mind pruned with a bitter and biting coldness, for his heart had already been long forgotten. Not a single biorhythm echoed from within him, not one recognizable frequency of life hammered through his body. His temperament left neither indication nor trace of emotion to suggest he was nothing more than a grand sculpture, but the atmosphere around him sizzled with a humming of absolute power nonetheless. King Exodus watched indifferently as a master of his court rose from the sunless compound, bearing the housecoat of a commoner of Kuat. A gauntleted hand rose to brush the draping of his long corvus mane from his face, casually clearing his view of the ordinary woman, and then to signal the Sith Master to be at-ease as she bowed respectfully low. "Failure, death, abandonment—” The order in which she felt them, every word stretched just enough to resurrect the feeling. “What do you now feel?”
  11. Exodus

    Kuat

    The subterranean complex nestled into the dead marsh as a laid egg tucked between thinly cracked branches. It was an arid landscape stretched industriously far, with nothing but haggard machines and cutthroat fortifications, carving out an aura of brutalist architecture and military decorum. Activity had remained scarce, and only the dull operational hum of energy churned throughout the expanse. Meticulous surveillance went on for quite some time, revealing the exact moment when her lungs filled slowly with labored breath. Blood and power soaked her insides, tethering her empty shell of a body by eating at the life force of those within her proximity. Her appetite at first was miniscule, but after weeks it had become ravenous, while her consciousness knew nothing of it. Her comatose state persisted while her body fed vampirically. Reports pegged that some nights were worse than others while the Sith Master slept, draining those that tended to her care with a force so heavy that it buckled them at the knees. Details explained this as a sort of physically felt gloom, comparative only in sensation to when the dark council skulked nearby. Handmaidens held surveillance on her in day-and-night cycles, spending every moment washing her bare flesh, nourishing the body, and stabilizing erratic life-pulses that riddled her new form. Each of them were at risk for every minute spent, but a sacrifice of life at the command of their King was the holiest of honors. And now she had awakened. ///// The moment the dried hide of his buckskin boots fell from his lander and dug weight into the parched land, an overshadow the size of a mammoth swelled across the earth. Acrylic black-resin warplates only emphasized the daunting ambience of his arrival, light metal shifting crudely as he marched towards a clearing in front of the compound. An imperious high-collar cloak was fastened by gilded links to his dark breastplate, entirely blood-red as if soaked and dripping by the spill of his enemies. Brisk winds carried the rich fabric, snapping theatrically against the pressure, hailing the fearsome insignia of the Spider high and proud. “Bring her before me.” His voice snarled wolfishly, half heard out loud, and half inside of their minds. A pair of Imperial Sentinels were a scarcity in most worlds, and ones as mountainous as these were only referenced in words of old fable. Colossally they stood, twice the size of any known humanoid. Each Sentinel brandished large vibro-axes, and donned heavy battle armor under ceremonial, reddish-purple cloaks emblazoned with intricate gold patterns at the chest, back, and shoulders. They wore large thick-set helmets that concealed both the head and neck, leaving only their glowing red eyes visible. No parts of their bodies were left uncovered. At the command of their King, the two immediately shifted their statuesque demeanor and moved to secure their objective.
  12. SITH EMPIRE ROUND FIVE. Fleet Command (Flagship) High Command: Exodus, Inquisitor Barca Augmentation: Axial Weapon (MK-I), Ultra-Heavy Flak Cannons (MK-I) Xhendora-Class Dreadnought, Goliath |4/25| Battle Line Escort: Tradition of Excellence Commander: Exodus, Inquisitor Barca Task Force Experience: Veteran, 2XP Gladiator-Class Star Destroyer, Minotaur |35/25| Sith Empire Destroyer Group [Turbolasers]: Focus Fire Assigned PC: NPC (Qaela) Task Force Experience: Veteran, 2XP Assigned Callsign: Herløv Kyber-Class Star Destroyer, Herløv |0/10| RETREATED _________________________________________________________________________ Assault Lance [Kinetic Ram]: Juggernaught Assigned PC: Nok Morliss (commanded by NPC Jaden Jorus) Task Force Experience: Green, 1XP MC80a Star Cruiser The Prodigious |0/10| Combat Air Patrol Carrier: No Fly Zone |Sergeti| Assigned PC: Nok Morliss (commanded by NPC Jaden Jorus) Task Force Experience: Green, 1XP Lucrehulk Control Core (LH-1740) Eye of Opulence |0/6| MC30c frigate Tidewalker |3/3| MC30c frigate Blue Horizon |3/3| Thranta-class corvette Dawn Sentry |2/1| Thranta-class corvette Winning Hand |2/1| Covert Strike Force: Silent Hunters Assigned PC: Nok Morliss (commanded by NPC Jaden Jorus) Task Force Experience: Veteran, 3XP Nova-class Battle Cruiser Our Velvet Ire |9/9| _________________________________________________________________________ Advanced Warfighter Cadre: Catastrophic Oracle Commander: Nyrys Task Force Experience: Green, 1XP Promised Razor: |3/9| Lamia: |3/3| Cassandra: |2/1| Sibyl: |2/1| Egeria: |2/1| Pythia: |2/1| RETREATED Tactical Support Escort: Wayward Serpent DESTROYED Commander: Nyrys Task Force Experience: Green, 1XP Temple of Vipers: |1/9| Coiled Hatred: |3/3| Nidhoggr: |1/1| Moin: |2/1| Goin: |2/1| Svafnir: |2/1| Green Precision Strike Carrier: Unforgiving Rebuke Commander: Nyrys Task Force Experience: Green, 1XP Myrmidon: |25/25|
  13. Exodus

    Kuat

    Heavy black plastoid-armor covered the martial formations that surrounded the Dark Emperor. By the very inch, their assembly was kept tight and moved with supreme military discipline. Exodus marched forward, aware of the wide perimeter that they fashioned for his advancement through the passageways, with a keen eye that curiously watched over each one of them. He would never be comfortable in the hands of even his most faithful, for the life of an assassin disallowed him the comfort of idle ignorance. The hilt of his blade played against his palm and for but a moment, felt far more familiar than his own flesh, instead of the cold bite of alchemical steel. His blade was ready, the impressions of bloodlust itching at the recesses of his mind. The instant he decided to draw steel, aligning the broad blade with the stretch of his forearm, there would be nothing that could stop him from instantaneously severing at least two of their heads cleanly from the neckbone. The Anzati held no drum of the heart, but an invigorating adrenaline would carry through him nonetheless, igniting a rageful lunge for the third, tearing through their chest cavity with blunt force. Sheer momentum could only carry him forward now, surging through the formation as a wind-churned demon, fangs jerking hungrily for the fourth, biting into— “Commander?” One-Eyed Crow dared. Exodus faltered slightly in his last step, revealing an unusual lapse in balance, catching the attention of those sworn to screen the measures surrounding the Crown. The present came back to the King, just before his eyes drowned in blood that wasn’t truly there. These reveries were becoming more pervasive, a feverish famine that spent unexpected moments to try and convince him that there were enemies everywhere. Whispers of insurgency, dark demons that traded secrets just outside of earshot, the same shadows he visited when he opened his mind’s eye. Reality was quickly blurring, and something had to be done. “These warships are nauseating,” Exodus feigned a half-lie. The armada was filled with enormous impounds, destroyers aplenty, but suffocating for a creature of the wild. That was not the cause of his misstep, but the distaste for these vessels quickly grew. The sovereign formation cut through the Sith Resurgent more quickly now, gathering aboard their own dispatch, separating once-and-for-all from the bruised Destroyer. The Eye of Ida made descent towards the surface of Kuat. ______ [Undisclosed Location] Rows and rows of hypothermic tanks were scattered through this hatchery, submissive to the near-extreme temperatures that cooled the operating systems of this subterranean complex. The architectural design of this hatchery was wholly mimicked from the imaginative concepts that the Kaminoans were known for. The cloning chamber was interspersed with cylinders that housed developing reproductions of particular dignitaries. The genetic material from the host was originally extracted and amended to the desired parameters, creating artificial embryos to nurture within the compound. These embryos were grown inside glass incubation wombs housed in the cloning chambers. There, the chamber provided the developing embryos with the nutrients that were needed for healthy development in the form of a nutrient bath. The components of this Kuati cloning chamber included the actual cloning chamber, diagnostics, DNA sequencing, energy supply, life support, and the fetal clones housed inside the chamber. A subsect of Nightbrothers had recently been assigned to this location, brushing the frost from the face of a chamber coined to a Master of the Sith Empire. A special commission of metempsychosis had been ordered, an expensive and rather taxing modus operandi, that would steal the life force from a few, in order to exact the soul of one that had been lost. In a few moments, she would be awake once more.
  14. SITH EMPIRE ROUND FOUR. Fleet Command (Flagship) High Command: Exodus, Inquisitor Barca Augmentation: Axial Weapon (MK-I), Ultra-Heavy Flak Cannons (MK-I) Xhendora-Class Dreadnought, Goliath |7/25| Battle Line Escort: Tradition of Excellence Commander: Exodus, Inquisitor Barca Task Force Experience: Veteran, 2XP Gladiator-Class Star Destroyer, Minotaur |35/25| Sith Empire Destroyer Group [Turbolasers]: Focus Fire Assigned PC: NPC (Qaela) Task Force Experience: Veteran, 2XP Assigned Callsign: Herløv Kyber-Class Star Destroyer, Herløv |0/20| _________________________________________________________________________ Assault Lance [Kinetic Ram]: Juggernaught Assigned PC: Nok Morliss (commanded by NPC Jaden Jorus) Task Force Experience: Green, 1XP MC80a Star Cruiser The Prodigious |6/21| Combat Air Patrol Carrier: No Fly Zone |Sergeti| Assigned PC: Nok Morliss (commanded by NPC Jaden Jorus) Task Force Experience: Green, 1XP Lucrehulk Control Core (LH-1740) Eye of Opulence |0/6| MC30c frigate Tidewalker |3/3| MC30c frigate Blue Horizon |3/3| Thranta-class corvette Dawn Sentry |2/1| Thranta-class corvette Winning Hand |2/1| Covert Strike Force: Silent Hunters Assigned PC: Nok Morliss (commanded by NPC Jaden Jorus) Task Force Experience: Veteran, 3XP Nova-class Battle Cruiser Our Velvet Ire |9/9| _________________________________________________________________________ Advanced Warfighter Cadre: Catastrophic Oracle Commander: Nyrys Task Force Experience: Green, 1XP Promised Razor: |3/9| Lamia: |3/3| Cassandra: |2/1| Sibyl: |2/1| Egeria: |2/1| Pythia: |2/1| RETREATED Tactical Support Escort: Wayward Serpent DESTROYED Commander: Nyrys Task Force Experience: Green, 1XP Temple of Vipers: |1/9| Coiled Hatred: |3/3| Nidhoggr: |1/1| Moin: |2/1| Goin: |2/1| Svafnir: |2/1| Green Precision Strike Carrier: Unforgiving Rebuke Commander: Nyrys Task Force Experience: Green, 1XP Myrmidon: |25/25| _________________________________________________________________________ "What we do selfishly, dies with us. What we do for our Empire remains forever." Unflinching composure settled deeply into the crew of The Goliath, watching closely as their allies chose death. The zealotry of the smaller tactical escort supports swarmed protectively across the bulk of the Herløv before imminent danger fell, angling their trajectory to intercept a most impressive barrage triggered by the opposing forces. Their defensive maneuvering spoke volumes to the efficiency required to pilot and crew any vessel within the Sith Empire, abandoning all thought regarding uncertainty in order to obstruct the ruination of their fellow comrades. The magnitude of impact from their broadside slant, incinerated their warships within a near blink-of-the-eye. The colliding differences of firepower lurched into the warships as if sinking abstractedly into the metal chassis of each vessel, illuminating with a terrific posture of brilliant light, before bursting completely at the seams. The thermic spray of super-heated metal erupted all at once, completely obliterating all life aboard each and every unit that composed the supports. Zloth'cal'duorii did not bother to swap expressions, the hard dip of his brows furrowed curiously at the sight of the larger enemy carrier instead, watching it disintegrate from the inside-out. How did it feel? Many lives were spent in exchange for the price of hoarded munitions. He could hear the screams of burning men and women, or of hopeless and frantic wailings of prayer before the swallow of space sucked their lungs dry. He could hear it all inside of his mind, imagining them more than really ever hearing anything inside the morbid command of the Flagship. What were they thinking, as their masters chauffeured them off to their cold and empty graves. Onderon, Corellia, Kuat, Fonder. He would never understand, this simple post removed him from the raw experience of pain, panic and loss. Zloth'cal'duorii reached for the high-collar uniformly braided around his neck, and loosened the material before it chaffed further at his blue skin. He was sweating more than he had realized, as his eyes darted across the holo-display, registering the hull integrities of the gathered armada. He was actually enjoying himself, but he could not admit that he felt this way; a tickle of excitement churning just beneath the assortment of imperial medals that scaled his white tunic.
  15. Exodus

    Kuat

    LESSON "Your title and position are owed respect, my Lord. I haven't seen if you're worthy of them, but there will be time aplenty for that on the battlefield. The Sith need a stable leadership more than they need a new Lord. You will face no mutiny from me- not as things stand now, at least. On this, you have my word as a warrior." Shimmering, full-bodied hair cascaded down the strong bone structure of his face, celestial eyes sat deep behind cheekbones that angled symmetrically with an arrant nose and a broad full-lipped mouth, all of which screwed itself in careful consideration. Unyielding features of a peerless and brutish general were on rare display, features accented by a sovereign lambency that oozed from the ornate build of his fiendishly obsidian armor-plating, the face of an elysian Anzati gladiator at whose feet the wise would crawl and submit, the face of a King made in legends against conquered worlds and the open rule of the galaxy: The Dark Emperor. Rage almost surfaced onto one such face. An unruly vibration of power could have erupted and stifled the moment, stirring a mixing pot of volcanic blood and ethereal fury in his chest. His white eyes would have churned into a burning deeper than the red cresting of a dying Coruscant, empty soulless things, debasing the proud lines of brow and jaw, peeling lips back to show sharp drawn-out porcelain fangs. It never came. “Disappointing.” Flatly, the single word fell as apathetically as one could ever speak it, souring what the King had come to expect. A world-weary sigh escaped him, nostrils somewhat flaring from the heavily bored exhalation. “Words of mutiny, insurrection, and worthiness." Exodus said the words indirectly as he paced, as if tasting them for the first time, wondering why each one had felt unbalanced against his tongue. Exodus met the eyes of his lesser with the same indifference he had exerted with all that opposed him. Antipathy lurked beneath his facade of noble decorum, a cold and meticulous cunning as glacial as frostbitten steel, perusing the demeanor of the human before him. "Your validation has never been, nor will it ever, be any of my concern. It is fetching that you’ve come to believe otherwise, adorable even. But unfortunately, your respect is not a thing to be desired in the slightest, my child.” Basic was the simplest language he could use to relay his meanings to such a creature, stressing the importance of every word as if it were indeed, his very seed. Ungrateful. As if enjoying the Emperor’s stalking prowl, aberrant shadows flowed beautifully across the mapping of the Sith King. Maintenance headlights flickered a few episodes, and the silence drew menacing. It was wildly apparent that many here drew strength from the same source, the Dark Side of the Force, but none brandished such power with equal footing. The rushmore of power within the Sith Empire had many faces far more tried and tested than the machinations of an over-eager student, the unstudied would be wise to acknowledge each and every face that had paid their dues beforehand, for fear of gravely disparaging those that had paved the way. Delusions would have one quickly believe they could rival or displace the throne of the Dark Lord after they’ve bumped their chin in a few scuffles. A few bruises and victories were a far-cry to a near impeccable legacy carved from persistence and steep reverence. Such a lack of awareness was why the creature did not appreciate that it stood a mere footfall from the maw of the great Sheogorath the Insatiable. Did the human even realize just who that was? These thoughts ran through the mind of the Emperor, and swiftly by all means. Severing the head from his spine cleanly, or watching the Hutt devour the soul like marrow from hollow bones. No. No. What stood before Exodus was the equivalency of a spoiled child, a child of his own brood, broadly ignorant of what it took to manufacture such dominion. An affluent galactic estate built from nothing but rubble. From the very brink of extinction to the triumphant subjugation of the known galaxy, the entire infrastructure of this superpower was laid brick-by-brick by Lord Malacoda and his Faithful. This very fleet and the souls that crewed them, were but a gift given to divulge freedom and autonomy to his Sith kindred. Such things could be taken away, and by the snap of a finger. But he would teach this one, for he held a promise that if nurtured by the right hand, would reap wonders. To empower the young, and not castrate the lifeblood of an Empire. “You’ve mustered nothing. Nothing but arrogance and delusion it seems, for you have been given the means and the resources freely, but fail to recognize which hand provides these in abundance. Do not misunderstand, you have simply done your job Mavanger, a duty shared with the many others that have come to Kuat." Or would you have them excluded to flaunt personal glory? Exodus nodded genuinely towards apprentice Kahla for her efforts in battle, encouraging her victory for the next. Inquisitor Barca had laid the stratagem for the first round of contest between the fleets, despite criticisms, yet had stoked the flames of victory before the battle even truly began. Such efficiency garnered praise from the men that followed the beast, but even larger praise from the King himself. "..And yet, your hope is that I am to remember that you showed yourself, That you've done what is expected of you? ..Foolishness. You are strong, Mordecai. Your active presence has not gone unobserved, but you have much farther to walk. The Rebels weaken by the moment, and I have belief when you say they will be crushed underfoot. For that, you have my ear. Nevertheless, it is imperative that you become wiser than what you've shown, young warrior. Your poor choice of expression has proven less than the promise of your future, …Show me that this changes when you return victorious." The King shifted from his half-circle hounding, now disinterested in offering what he had come to propose to the promising warrior. There would be another time, depending on what side the human found himself on when the line was drawn in the sand. Exodus instead rounded towards the disguised Hutt, bowing graciously before the creature. The Emperor smiled something sinister at the stern of his bow, dangerous white-pearls stretching from ear to ear knowingly. "And you. Executioner of Jedi Master Sarna." Words fell from his mouth with silken satisfaction, snarling at the name of an arch-enemy, as he rose slowly to his full height once more. "Inquisitor Barca cannot take his eyes from the feeds of your brutish supremacy, he quite enjoys your style of aggression. Most would say they have missed it." Exodus hinted fluently, that he had indeed longed for the company of the insurmountable Krath, while adhering to the secrecy that the Hutt was maintaining. "You have honored the Sith, and the Empire in totality, with such pivotal triumphs against our sworn enemy." "LONG LIVE THE EMPIRE!" As if signaled, the entire floor and audience shared in an explosive salute, every hooded figured, and every armored soldier, observing the great contributions put forth. "I myself, look forward to bleeding the fields of battle with you, shoulder-to-shoulder. It is time to bring our enemies what they have been dying for; an extermination the likes of which the Galactic Alliance would have begged for. Do not venture too far, the time draws near." "LONG LIVE THE EMPIRE!" "LONG LIVE THE EMPIRE!" "LONG LIVE THE EMPIRE!" "LONG LIVE THE EMPIRE!" "LONG LIVE THE EMPIRE!" Hysteria and frenzy became infectious across the bay, heightening with the declarations of swift retribution. "LONG LIVE THE EMPIRE!" "LONG LIVE THE EMPIRE!" "LONG LIVE THE EMPIRE!" "LONG LIVE THE EMPIRE!" "LONG LIVE THE EMPIRE!" Honoring the hierarchy of the Sith was a key ingredient in why this dominion had lasted as long as it had, eschewing the infighting that had collapsed every rule prior in short order. There were a great many that held significant power within the ranks, many of which Lord Mavanger had yet to face, or answer to if his hubris ever sparked an affront to the efforts of others. His journey would be long and difficult, but his careful considerations of choice would dictate how far he would reach within the emerging Sith Empire. Exodus would curate each and every fighter charged to his campaign, and for now, gestures of conciliation would last only as long as his patience allowed. The Dark King of the Sith Empire turned and motioned to move through the havoc, Thralls and officers of every nature converged on his march, procuring an unimpeded path to his departure.
  16. THE SITH ACADEMY [UNDER REVISION] • Instructors • Basic Courses & Electives • Leaving the Academy • Field Practice • Trials The purpose of the Academy is to see to the training of Acolytes/Apprentices in a concise, informative manner while both ensuring a basic understanding of the Force to newcomers and freeing up Masters to participate in the tasks of their respective Order. Instructors Instructors will be NPC’s of Master rank written by players who have achieved the rank of Master in their respective Order. Writing this training NPC is a compulsory task for everyone in the Order necessary to ensure that training of new players and characters does not slow down the larger machinations of the Order. This leaves your actual character free to see to their own development, stories, and missions for the Order. The NPC instructors should cover all of the basics apprentices are required to learn before taking trials, but the instructor you write should reflect your own special skills and knowledges. This is not only a chance to help your Order flourish and help players have a fuller learning experience, but will also help you develop how you understand and develop the way of the Force in your own writing. You could focus teaching what you are already proficient in, or take the opportunity to practice skills you are lacking in. This service will not take up as much time as you may imagine. With multiple instructors, classes will be delegated and apprentices will be grouped. As classes are completed, one instructor will wrap up the class while another prepares to start the next one. To the apprentices, learning will be consistent. To the instructors efforts will only be once in a while, and delivered in a concise and informative manner. 1) 2) 3) 4) 5) 6) 7) Basic Courses The fundamentals is a largely debated subject between instructors, which is why individual training has largely been left to the Master (exceptions may occur in the wake of extremely talented Sith Lords). This academy seeks to remedy that by establishing a baseline for everyone. These basic courses will by no means include everything an apprentice needs to take their trials. That would take away a lot from the learning process and feel cold and static for everyone involved. Instead, this Academy aims to teach 75% of the basics to streamline the process for everyone, then the remaining 25% will be finished by an actual PC Master. This will be when the apprentice leaves the academy to join their Order in the galaxy proper, beginning to take up their specializations from their Master and given a chance to practice and polish what they learned in the academy. Introductory Force Philosophy (Lecture/ Q&A) 1 Class • Connecting With the Force (Interactive) First steps & continued practice Types of Meditation 2-3 Classes • Force Sense (Interactive, Multiple) 3 Classes, starting from basic Force sense to augmenting physical senses. • Telekinesis (Interactive, Multiple) 3 Classes • Force Body (Interactive, Multiple) Classes for augmenting speed, strength, and endurance. 3 Classes total. • Lightsaber Combat (Interactive, Multiple) 2 Classes for Basics 1-3 Classes for specific Forms • Advanced Philosophy (Sith Philosophy) More difficult questions and answers, individual purpose, greater purpose. 1-2 Classes, depending on needs of student. These 15 to 19 classes form the very basics of Force training. Of course, this is just a drop in the bucket of studying the many broad aspects of the Force. In addition to these basics, the Apprentices are given the option of choosing from a few elective courses. Electives aren't required to leave the Academy and continue training with a Master, but they will give a head start on learning more complex techniques. These classes should be mixed up in a logical sense. (e.g. It doesn't make sense to teach Telekinesis before they learn to connect with the Force.) Elective Courses Elective courses are largely determined by the instructors. Remembering that some techniques will always be beyond apprentices, some instructors could establish set courses they feel themselves proficient in, or hold courses on a case by case basis when individual apprentices show interest or promise in something specific outside of the basic courses. These are a few listed examples of class delegations as well as creative courses that may fall under each one: • The Warrior Way (Lecture/ Q&A / Interactive) - Weapon Mastery / Advanced Dueling - Beastmasters - Weapon Forging - & More • The Mind of a Krath (Lecture/ Q&A / Interactive) - Elemental Manipulation - Item Enchantment / Alchemy - Necromancy - & More • Handbook of Assassinations (Lecture/ Q&A / Interactive) - Poison Manipulation - Fighting Styles / Weapon Mastery - Advanced Force Manipulation / Shadow Play - & More Leaving the Academy Completing Basics isn't enough to consider a Force user proficient. Without being able to apply said techniques under straining and ever changing circumstances, how could an Apprentice survive? This is why the remaining time before trials is spent under the watchful eye of someone from the Order who has already passed their own trials. This gives higher ranking Sith the ability to train and fulfill requirements to continue their own advancement as well as hone their own techniques by teaching their underlings. The apprentice will follow their teacher on missions and use what they have learned to the best of their ability. This time should be spent practicing the basics learned at the academy as well as learning new techniques that will lay the foundation for any specializations they want to pursue. After some time and a few missions, the teacher submits a request to the Faction leader to give trials to their apprentice. Who actually gives the trials is up to the Faction leader.
  17. SITH EMPIRE ROUND THREE. Fleet Command (Flagship) High Command: Exodus, Inquisitor Barca Augmentation: Axial Weapon (MK-I), Ultra-Heavy Flak Cannons (MK-I) Xhendora-Class Dreadnought, Goliath |7/25| Battle Line Escort: Tradition of Excellence Commander: Exodus, Inquisitor Barca Task Force Experience: Veteran, 2XP Gladiator-Class Star Destroyer, Minotaur |35/25| Sith Empire Destroyer Group [Turbolasers]: Focus Fire Assigned PC: NPC (Qaela) Task Force Experience: Veteran, 2XP Assigned Callsign: Herløv Kyber-Class Star Destroyer, Herløv |0/20| _________________________________________________________________________ Assault Lance [Kinetic Ram]: Juggernaught Assigned PC: Nok Morliss (commanded by NPC Jaden Jorus) Task Force Experience: Green, 1XP MC80a Star Cruiser The Prodigious |6/25| Combat Air Patrol Carrier: No Fly Zone |Sergeti| Assigned PC: Nok Morliss (commanded by NPC Jaden Jorus) Task Force Experience: Green, 1XP Lucrehulk Control Core (LH-1740) Eye of Opulence |3/9| MC30c frigate Tidewalker |3/3| MC30c frigate Blue Horizon |3/3| Thranta-class corvette Dawn Sentry |2/1| Thranta-class corvette Winning Hand |2/1| Covert Strike Force: Silent Hunters Assigned PC: Nok Morliss (commanded by NPC Jaden Jorus) Task Force Experience: Veteran, 3XP Nova-class Battle Cruiser Our Velvet Ire |9/9| _________________________________________________________________________ Advanced Warfighter Cadre: Catastrophic Oracle Commander: Nyrys Task Force Experience: Green, 1XP Promised Razor: |3/9| Lamia: |3/3| Cassandra: |2/1| Sibyl: |2/1| Egeria: |2/1| Pythia: |2/1| RETREATED Tactical Support Escort: Wayward Serpent Commander: Nyrys Task Force Experience: Green, 1XP Temple of Vipers: |1/9| Coiled Hatred: |3/3| Nidhoggr: |1/1| Moin: |2/1| Goin: |2/1| Svafnir: |2/1| Green Precision Strike Carrier: Unforgiving Rebuke Commander: Nyrys Task Force Experience: Green, 1XP Myrmidon: |25/25| _________________________________________________________________________
  18. Exodus

    Kuat

    Darkness descended. The eleventh hour drew nearer. Destruction and devastation fell like rain-water around the Imperial Battlefleet and the prestigious shipyards. Annihilation of life now seethed within this sector after yet another attempt on their way of life. Kuat had always been a place of respite. The arid landscape, the tumultuous weather, and the invigorating boon of the Dark Side of the Force were tranquilizing, principally for the hard-nosed industrialists. Rebel scum had changed that forevermore. The Drive Yards of Kuat was constructed as the beating heart of this corner of the galaxy, from which the life-blood of many civilizations and military might spilled forth. Each section of the garrisoned shipyards was designed for defense, with hundreds of chokepoints and redoubts scattered throughout the narrow winding superstructure. The marriage of Jedi and Rebel Forces, incessantly slaughtered their own faithful against the vast Imperial barricade, atomizing the bulk of their resources in the face of an undying Red Sun. The end of another rebellion played out again, across a long history of feverish feuds. What did the enemy gain? The Darkside relished in this reckless abandon, victory rhythmically drumming throughout the heart of the militia as a hunger growing unabated. This yearning would be met swiftly, and a heavy-handed reckoning would soon fall upon their enemies. However, the Emperor was not a man goaded by simple emotions. The mortal fall of weaker men was a transaction; a bartering or thinning of the herd that was necessary to inspire survival of the mighty. The weak, for the strong. Judgment was the only reason the Shadow now marched openly. With treasonous ruminations festering inside of his mind, Exodus recognized early that many from within posed as deferential allies, but equaled nothing more than bottom-feeding leeches that nursed on the affluence of an Empire built with his hands. This is why he had destroyed Raynuk Montar, and would punish Kakuto Ryu, as well as any other that dreamed they could double-cross the Sith. "What brings you aboard in our hour of victory?" The Emperor stalked the three comfortably in half-circles, carefully measuring the choice of words and tone that came from the human’s mouth. Hundreds of eyes watched with nervous uncertainty from all around as Exodus heeled dauntlessly through each and every one of them. Molten-ivories curiously dissected any hint of body language or behaviour left naked for him to see. The world was always a little unsettled wherever he tread, the reaper entreating with anything he considered a harvest. From beneath white-plastoid composite helmets, the traditional range of ceremonial black hoods, and just plain flesh-faces pulled over bone with a smattering of expressions, they watched. "I came to see for myself.." Exodus, closer now, spoke plainly. An empyreal gaze settled upon the fair lady Zendrin for a deliberate moment, glacially to the familiar Master of the Krath, and then back to the one enunciated as Darth Mavanger. In passing, he shared a knowing look with the Maw, and then his attention naturally shifted. The moment revealed no such familiarity, but this Hutt was a creature he considered a part of his brood, family from an age of Gods. Sheog was a creature that would have wrenched the spines from any and everything that stood before Exodus, bowing them to their knees exempting any form of hesitation. Suspiciously, he had disappeared for great lengths at a time, now standing across from him in the mire of fresh blood. Lord Ryu had done nearly the same. Now delusions of grandeur tickled at his mind, but for any other to know that, was an impossibility. “Mordecai. A name, among few others, enumerated to the defense of my Empire. Your superiors spoke lightly of you. Those that have fought alongside you, speak more." He moved authoritatively in his position of power, left hand massaging the ridges of his bone overlaid armor-plate while his right toyed with a terrifying Sith Blade, the tip of which angled towards the floor and to the rear of him. Exodus was quite large for an assassin, with a distinguished body of muscle embellished in long tapestries of black shadow silks and golden imperial grandiosity. A medley of brutish black and red pallets born of a Sith King and the aristocratically gold trimmings of a sworn Emperor. Spun spider silk frayed at the seams of heavy black cloak, wisping subtlety from his body as if shadows crawled from him in soft vapors. "You will report all activity directly to my council henceforth, there is no discussing the matter. For your endeavors however, I have motioned your campaign forward in totality, and by my hand alone it moves." The Emperor took another step forward, eliminating the distance between the two. "Be cautious of your next step, young warrior—" He lowered his voice to but a whisper Whether within the circle of the Emperor, or an enemy of those within it, either path represented a significant change in the power structure of the Sith Empire. Narcissistic belief was in abundance throughout the machine of the Empire, especially in the youth. There were a great many that considered themselves the next best thing, most lacking any regard for those that had laid the foundation for others to find footing within higher civilization, but Exodus had surveyed decades of such creatures fizzling out beneath the weight of their own sickening vanity. Yet and still, positions of strength would need filling from the most promising. Classes of Warriors, Assassins and the majestic Krath would need candidates to steer their expansion. Cogs within every function of the resurging Sith Empire, would need tithe and toil from those chosen by the King, and anything less than would be rooted out from it's stem. "—You and those you have become responsible for, depend on it."
  19. Exodus

    Kuat

    The roars crawled to a room full of whispers while the shuttle released from the Destroyer and set course for the burning star. Citizens of the Sith Empire had shown en masse to pay their respects. Many among them carried faces of fury, long expressions of pain and vengeance whether or not they held a personal familiarity to those that fell to the desperation of the struggling rebellion. "Awuzi ir midwan." Unheard words in the highest of Sith dialect, purred nobly from beneath one of the many dark cloaks scattered throughout the gathering. There were other voices, other tongues sharing words with the dead, and for a moment, there was an unbreakable unity that spread through the halls like the fanning of a great flame. An oath of retribution could be heard, ringing through the heart of the dark side. Just outside of the larger viewports, they all could see their enemies turning tail and pulling back to the trails of hyperspace, retreating before the unbridling might of the true Empire. Mercilessly, the Sith Armada hunted the remnants of their derelict vessels and tore through them with an anger that the entire congregation could feel. Emotions of wildfire passion boomed through the chambers, filling all in attendance with an adrenaline spurred from the speech of a rising champion, infectiously spreading through the body of the Harrower-Class. The rest of the Armada cheered with thunderous applause for their own reasons, mattering less for what, and more that the energy spilled through the entire dominion of the Empire through communication relays. A tall man stepped from the disguise of the crowd and into the clearing, lowering the black hood covering his face as the riotous celebrations continued. The long length of his dark mane was pulled back and tied into a braid of ceremonial cloth skirting a metal-fanged half mask wrapping the lower half of jawline. King Exodus held a magnificent grandeur, while the crude scar carved through the lids of his eye, hinted at the powerful barbarism that he traded in. The Emperor was noticeably taller than most creatures surrounding him, thicker and more brutish by far judging by his imperial gait, and the way his heavy black cloak capered his ivory-bone armor chassis. Those that began to notice just who he was, shifted uncomfortably fast when the inimitable features of his appearance surfaced from the dark shadows that swam about him. "Warrior, we meet at last."
  20. SITH EMPIRE ROUND TWO. Fleet Command (Flagship) High Command: Exodus, Inquisitor Barca Augmentation: Axial Weapon (MK-I), Ultra-Heavy Flak Cannons (MK-I) Xhendora-Class Dreadnought, Goliath |13/25| Battle Line Escort: Tradition of Excellence Commander: Exodus, Inquisitor Barca Task Force Experience: Veteran, 2XP Gladiator-Class Star Destroyer, Minotaur |35/25| Sith Empire Destroyer Group [Turbolasers]: Focus Fire Assigned PC: NPC (Qaela) Task Force Experience: Veteran, 2XP Assigned Callsign: Herløv Kyber-Class Star Destroyer, Herløv |13/25| _________________________________________________________________________ Assault Lance [Kinetic Ram]: Juggernaught Assigned PC: Nok Morliss (commanded by NPC Jaden Jorus) Task Force Experience: Green, 1XP MC80a Star Cruiser The Prodigious |13/25| Combat Air Patrol Carrier: No Fly Zone |Sergeti| Assigned PC: Nok Morliss (commanded by NPC Jaden Jorus) Task Force Experience: Green, 1XP Lucrehulk Control Core (LH-1740) Eye of Opulence |9/9| MC30c frigate Tidewalker |3/3| MC30c frigate Blue Horizon |3/3| Thranta-class corvette Dawn Sentry |2/1| Thranta-class corvette Winning Hand |2/1| Covert Strike Force: Silent Hunters Assigned PC: Nok Morliss (commanded by NPC Jaden Jorus) Task Force Experience: Veteran, 3XP Nova-class Battle Cruiser Our Velvet Ire |9/9| _________________________________________________________________________ Advanced Warfighter Cadre: Catastrophic Oracle Commander: Nyrys Task Force Experience: Green, 1XP Promised Razor: |3/9| Lamia: |3/3| Cassandra: |2/1| Sibyl: |2/1| Egeria: |2/1| Pythia: |2/1| RETREATED Tactical Support Escort: Wayward Serpent Commander: Nyrys Task Force Experience: Green, 1XP Temple of Vipers: |7/9| Coiled Hatred: |3/3| Nidhoggr: |1/1| Moin: |2/1| Goin: |2/1| Svafnir: |2/1| Green Precision Strike Carrier: Unforgiving Rebuke Commander: Nyrys Task Force Experience: Green, 1XP Myrmidon: |25/25| _________________________________________________________________________
  21. Exodus

    Kuat

    The Emperor of the Sith Empire sat grimly within the dark cabin of his Silencer, heavy arms mantling loosely over the control deck orientations as his war vessel erupted into enemy formations. His broad-shouldered and magisterial body heaved coolly while cloaked in the draperies of Sith aristocracy and power. Dimmed light sources reflected off of his black spider spun armor-plates, but the long drawn hood over his head covered most of his semblance in a ghoulish shroud of darkness. His squadron of fighters steered the deep battlefield territorially in his likeness; as wolves that masticated any metal that did not hail the colors of their command. Point-of-view numbered these late arrivals in the hundreds, but these TIE demons draped in oily obsidian and reds were a mere dozen strong across radar calibrations. Reality was quickly distorting. “Inquisitor. The reinforcements found you well.” Cold breath left his mouth beneath a devilish tone, faintly misting his scope of vision as his machine of war punched through the opposition. “Lord Emperor? You’re—You..” The voice of the Emperor buzzed through the communications array of the Onager-Class Artillery Cruiser, God of Cinder, and much to the surprise of their stoical crew. Barca hesitated with a raised eye-brow, treading whether he should ask the question on his mind, and then burst out with estranged laughter as he realized just who he was dealing with. “Affirmative, Black Lead. There were those that held reservation on the choice of support for our task forces. But, as you see, the enemy crumbles before you now.” “I see that, Barca. Order the Armada to impede the enemy retreat. Our wolves will tear apart those left behind, for they have not learned their lesson. No mercy, Inquisitor.” The small company of TIE silencers moved in hyper-aggressive patterns, shelling and picking apart life pods without remorse. Scrambling TIE-variants swarmed the scurrying rebellion and increased their oppressive firepower, unrelenting in their efforts. Accompanying bombers laid into anything that moved without the full force of their shielding, bleeding the morality of their enemies. Over the year, these shipyards had become the most exhaustive graveyard in the Empire, and continued to swell with death as the Rebellion offered their own as cattle to the flame. Hundreds of thousands would be lost here in such a short window of time, unimpressively and unremembered. Hard judgment would passed for their transgressions against Imperial Law. As for the Sith King, he would take as many lives in this affair as was offered, while reviewing parsed information revolving Lord Mavanger, his apprentice Zendrin and the elusive Master Sheog.
  22. Exodus

    Kuat

    Anarchy continued to erupt across the ambit of the Kuati Shipyards at a terrifying cadence. Star Destroyers thundered their firepower with destructive intent, bursting warships into pieces and boiling whatever shields stood in their path. Smaller battleships maneuvered under duress, executing far more complex flight patterns while heaving through mounting debris. The black expanse quickly became a theater of metal and death, quietly aroused by the incessant Rebellion. The communication beacons did not falter under the heightened strain of information that was divided between the war-machines of an Empire; their efficiency and discipline easily highlighted as the primary nature of their brutish domination over the years since resurgence. The Emperor King demanded this of his galactic kingdom, and those that failed this, would endure an uncompromising reproach. The cannons would drum until the fire that fueled them burned out; the legions of his military would fight until their body and mind caved to death and then push further; these worlds would not loan an inch to the seditious. From the hindquarters of the Imperial fleet line, reinforcements gushed through hyperspace. Hordes of blackened-titanium TIE variants rose sharply into the scramble, ionized gasses burning loudly through their thrust arrays, expelling a rich square-wave harmonic infamous to such Imperial powerhouses. Proximity sensors would swell, as the haunting fighter-craft flooded the battlefield. These were experimental TIE Silencers; tremendously frightening in their sudden emergence, with macabre hulls of ingratiating black. Several of these weapons of war had their frontal viewports smothered with red-painted hieroglyphs of the Spider. He was alive, the totality of the grand armada would soon realize. The Emperor had come.
  23. Imperial Armada Fleet Command (Flagship) High Command: King Exodus Augmentation: Axial Weapon (MK-I), Ultra-Heavy Flak Cannons (MK-I) Xhendora-Class Dreadnought, Goliath |25/25| Composition: Captain Rosa Orsaa , Commanding Officer Homeport: Arachnakorr Tours of Duty: The Xhendora-Class Dreadnought is one of the largest vessels in the Sith-Imperial Armada. So far only two vessels of the class, The Goliath, and another under construction. This advanced warship is designated as a Fleet command ship, and form the core of a line of battleships and dreadnoughts intended to counter any direct assault in Sith-Imperial Space by a large scale fleet formation. Dense, cutting edge armor, heavy shielding, reinforced hulls, and numerous other internal and external modifications make the hull one of the most rugged ever constructed to serve under the Imperial Machine. The heavy-set firepower, and thick armor make the Goliath one of the most formidable forces in known hyperspace. Direct and deliberate frontal assaults easily overpower lesser opponents. Under the Goliath's relentless assault most targets break and run, or surrender if retreat is impossible. Battle Line Escort: Tradition of Excellence Commander: Exodus Task Force Experience: Veteran, 2XP Gladiator-Class Star Destroyer, Minotaur |35/20| Homeport: Onderon Tours of Duty: Defense of Onderon, Black Sun Rescue, Battle of Corellia, Defense of Kuat (Hardpoint), The Gladiator-Class Star Destroyer, Minotaur is a change in the latest model of industry-oriented ship. Unlike it's other more offensive variants, the Minotaur is instead a bulk destroyer with enough cargo capacity to transport hundreds of millions of metric tons of cargo to whatsoever destination, at extremely high speeds and with heavy amounts of security. Truly a Star Destroyer of massive proportions, the ship dwarfs many conventional Star Destroyers in size and can almost rival the shape and size of the deadliest vessels, although this is largely due in part to the vast exchange of weaponry onboard to house more defensive units and large power cells. Although the Minotaur is more ideally suited to ferrying cargo, its incredible defensive technologies in place so that the destroyer can soak in damage and help more valuable ships to escape any sort of hostile situation. It also features very powerful ion drives that allow it to accelerate to great speeds and an advanced hyper-drive that allows it to travel at a very fast grade. All in all, the Minotaur is an extremely useful vessel for any prospering military machine, capable of housing tremendous amounts of ground forces. Precision Strike Carrier Group: Fighter Command Commander: Exodus Task Force Experience: Green, 1XP Acclamator II-Class Assault Ship, Typhoon |9/9| EF76 Nebulon-B Escort Frigate, Basilisk |3/3| CR92a Assassin-Class Corvette, Ambush |2/1| CR92a Assassin-Class Corvette, Caldwell |2/1| CR92a Assassin-Class Corvette, Kilchreest |2/1| CR92a Assassin-Class Corvette, Foxhound |2/1| Composition: Omega Leader • "Venom" (OM-72-0) Homeport: Kuat Tours of Duty: Omega Squadron is a TIE/vn Silencer concentrated Squadron used by the military forces of the Sith Empire, specifically operating within the Acclamator II-Class Assault Ship Typhoon . Assignment to the squadron was a coveted position awarded only to those pilots who demonstrated the highest levels of skill and unwavering loyalty to the Dark Lord Exodus. Code name Commander Venom found his footing early on after his rumored resurrection, but the promise of what he once fought for had completely fallen apart. The Imperial Remnant ran a course that betrayed not only their allies, but their fundamental ideals. The faction severed at the body, and an extraordinary number of defects found their way to the Covenant of the Spider. It was clearer by the moment that he had one purpose, and that mission was to restore the eminence of the Omega Squadron. He would outfit his company with the most prolific pilots scattered within the brotherhood, and specifically hone those that wielded a connection to the force. To the Outer Rims, in secrecy, the squadron would rule and conquer; growing harder and more exceptional as they filtered and trimmed their ranks against the harshness of the uncharted worlds. Omega Squadron consisted of 12 Elite TIE/vn Silencers, starfighters crafted specifically for extreme maneuverability and hyper aggressive combat. In addition to the set crew, Omega Squadron had reserve pilots that were rigorously competing to replace or refill vacancies. Their research and silent battle-meld with current members left these reserves far ahead of the curve. The Silencer Fighters of Omega Squadron were decorated with a black and red pattern of forked stripes, and the pilots wore matching flight suits and helmets. As Omega Leader, the commanding fighter was decorated with a unique chevron pattern, and his flight helmet featured a red, stylized skull on the brow. Covert Strike Force Commander: Exodus Task Force Experience: Green, 1XP Unidentified Stealth Cruiser, REAVER Composition: Captain Alvaro Correra , Commanding Officer, Lieutenant Commander Corey Seidling. Homeport: Umbara Tours of Duty: This Stealth Cruiser is a heavily armed and independent operation vessel. They are intended to patrol the conflict prone fringes of Sith-Imperial occupied space. They are heavily armed with multiple heavy bay weapons. They often engage groups of raiders, and scouts attempting to penetrate their patrol routes to reach prioritized settlements, or respond to attacks on shipping and isolated facilities. Usually operating alongside other task forces for added protection against fighters, the Stealth Ship is often deployed for several months at a time before it is relieved by another vessel. During these patrols the ship will transit to multiple systems and set up ambushes along trouble prone routes or near key systems in it's area of operation. The captain has wide discretion in their routes, tactics, and when to engage ships belonging to hostile factions. While multiple patrols may pass between actions, these stealth cruiser squadrons are among the most daring vessels in the Sith-Imperial Fleet. Due to the long duration of typical patrols the Reaver is equipped with workshops, hangers, and training areas for the crew. This does limit the amount of ordnance, and armor the ship can carry however, the heavy firepower of the vessel is sufficient to eliminate all but the largest raiders and scouting vessels that it might encounter. Artillery Battery: Incendiary Commander: Exodus, Inquisitor Barca Task Force Experience: Veteran, 2XP Onager-Class Artillery Cruiser, God of Cinder |10/20| Imperial II-Class Frigate, Gremlin |3/3| Raider-Class Corvette, Goblin |2/1| Raider-Class Corvette, Goon |2/1| With escalating terrorist uprisings facing the Sith Empire and their Kuati space, the Sith Armada determined that a front line artillery cruiser would be needed to help shore up and defend the fledgling borders. The Onager-Class Warship comes from the same lineage as other Imperial Navy vessels, ancient Sith designed brought up to modern standards and deployed at haste across the Kuat Sector under the direct supervision of Inquisitor Barca. Engineering Support Cluster: Bucket Brigade (Chariot) Commander: Exodus, Inquisitor Barca Task Force Experience: Veteran, 2XP Providence-Class Carrier, Blood Merchant |9/9| Interceptor-Class Frigate, Maiden |3/3| Interceptor-Class Frigate, Iron Moth |3/3| Interceptor-Class Frigate, Little Wasp |3/3| Raider-Class Corvette, Left Hand |2/1| Raider-Class Corvette, Right Hand |2/1| In many regards, the Blood Merchant was a wholly automated vessel that was capable of carrying out the most simplistic tasks without any oversight. Developed by the various minds within the Pyramid of Production and Logistics, the modified Providence-Class Carrier; Blood Merchant, was designed to operate as a large-scale operations vessel, that would widely ferry resources and service droids within their holds down to the surfaces of planets or tasked ships within their fleet. The Blood Merchant was a Cruiser-Carrier that consisted of many detachable containers that surrounded a Central Command and Deployment Unit. These indexable cargo holds were designed to be highly fluid in how they were distributed across fleets or planets, allowing the onboard artificial intelligence to accommodate a vast array of resources, or various articles of aerospace design to be delivered and configured with haste. If the configuration was geared towards the ferrying, where precious items of cargo needed to be safely stored and transported, the Blood Merchant would be able harbor an extraordinary amount of raw resources and would sacrifice it’s internal storage space to do so, eliminating the need for sentient perishables. If the Blood Merchant was geared towards ferrying repair drones, then the configuration of the indexable containers would be outfitted to maximize their internal storage capacity, whilst retaining the automated unloading systems to prime execution. Heavy Brawler Escort: Hammer and Anvil Commander: Exodus, Inquisitor Barca Task Force Experience: Veteran, 2XP Gladiator-Class Star Destroyer, Colossus |35/25| Commissioned by the Ministry of Defence, the Colossus, a Gladiator-Class Star Destroyer was the newest creation of the Imperial Engineering Corps and brother to the Minotaur. It was a warship that was designed to wrest control of the space-lanes from hostile forces, and compel them into compromising positioning while acting as sword and shield to allied forces. Through the inclusion of the Colossus, the Imperial Defense Force would be capable of policing their territory more efficiently, locking down hostiles and forcing them to comply with their brilliant array of cannons. The Warship would also assist the conscripted Enforcement Agencies as they fought against Smuggling Operations and Pirate Raids that were common on the fringes of their territory, turning their ships and their resources into spoils of war. _____________________________________________________________________________________
  24. SITH EMPIRE ROUND ONE. Fleet Command (Flagship) High Command: Exodus, Inquisitor Barca Augmentation: Axial Weapon (MK-I), Ultra-Heavy Flak Cannons (MK-I) Xhendora-Class Dreadnought, Goliath |19/25| Battle Line Escort: Tradition of Excellence Commander: Exodus, Inquisitor Barca Task Force Experience: Veteran, 2XP Gladiator-Class Star Destroyer, Minotaur |35/25| Sith Empire Destroyer Group [Turbolasers]: Focus Fire Assigned PC: NPC (Qaela) Task Force Experience: Veteran, 2XP Assigned Callsign: Herløv Kyber-Class Star Destroyer, Herløv |19/25| _________________________________________________________________________ Assault Lance [Kinetic Ram]: Juggernaught Assigned PC: Nok Morliss (commanded by NPC Jaden Jorus) Task Force Experience: Green, 1XP MC80a Star Cruiser The Prodigious |19/25| Combat Air Patrol Carrier: No Fly Zone |Sergeti| Assigned PC: Nok Morliss (commanded by NPC Jaden Jorus) Task Force Experience: Green, 1XP Lucrehulk Control Core (LH-1740) Eye of Opulence |9/9| MC30c frigate Tidewalker |3/3| MC30c frigate Blue Horizon |3/3| Thranta-class corvette Dawn Sentry |2/1| Thranta-class corvette Winning Hand |2/1| Covert Strike Force: Silent Hunters Assigned PC: Nok Morliss (commanded by NPC Jaden Jorus) Task Force Experience: Veteran, 3XP Nova-class Battle Cruiser Our Velvet Ire |9/9| _________________________________________________________________________ Advanced Warfighter Cadre: Catastrophic Oracle Commander: Nyrys Task Force Experience: Green, 1XP Promised Razor: |3/9| Lamia: |3/3| Cassandra: |2/1| Sibyl: |2/1| Egeria: |2/1| Pythia: |2/1| Tactical Support Escort: Wayward Serpent Commander: Nyrys Task Force Experience: Green, 1XP Temple of Vipers: |9/9| Coiled Hatred: |3/3| Nidhoggr: |1/1| Moin: |2/1| Goin: |2/1| Svafnir: |2/1| Green Precision Strike Carrier: Unforgiving Rebuke Commander: Nyrys Task Force Experience: Green, 1XP Myrmidon: |25/25| _________________________________________________________________________ Zloth'cal'duorii stopped his sip cold. He felt the hairs on his neck begin to stand up, curious to the particulars of the scene laid out before him; Rebel Alliance curs mating with the nefarious Crusaders. One force had blatantly sidestepped their duty to protect, while the other force snuck into Coruscant like rats and plundered the innocent. The two had found marriage, and emboldened their honeymooning by declaring for Fondors' ship-assembling operations. Zloth'cal'duorii emerged from his office and toward the set of stairs that would bring him to the first level. When he spoke aloud, it was with the diluted accent of someone who'd been speaking their second language far longer than the one in which they were born with. "FleetCom, send to all active ships to prepare for Contingency Amber, the Fondorions will bolster our ranks." "Yes Admiral," a Lieutenant at the primary communications section answered, relaying orders to his enlisted subordinates to begin transmitting orders. As the order was sent, the system processed the newly-received report from the listening post and plotted the approximate location of the Rebel-Crusader force on the holo-map. Heavy fire belted across smaller task groups within the theater of war, but the Imperial Forces knitted tightly in formation, exuding supernatural poise. Clusters of TIE variants strangled the airspace, braiding their spatial patterns between wreckage and large masses of warships. Zloth'cal'duorii was silent, staring intently at the glowing Sith-Imperial symbol in the depth of the holographic map. "Pay attention to your stations," he said in firm, deliberate tones. "Show no mercy."
  25. Exodus

    Darkweaver

    ABILITIES (Under construction) DARK WEAVER / UMBRAL MYSTICISM (sith shadow magic; from the realization that shadows are a reflection of forces in conflict and that manipulating a shadow can influence the forces that cast it) D A R K W E A V E R Chapter "Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. It has called out my name. Darkness approaches. I feel no light inside me strong enough to resist it." ― assassin TO BECOME (END GAME MASTERIES) Zûtanokiai (dark, to become) "A darkweaver can create, shape and manipulate darkness and shadows. By itself, darkness is mostly used to cloud everything into total darkness, but by the accessing the dark side of the force, a dimension of dark energy can be channeled and tethered to a variety of effects, both as an absence of light and as a solid substance: one can also control and manipulate the beings that exist there, create and dispel shields and areas of total darkness, create constructs and weapons, teleport one's self through massive distances by way of shadows, and more." SOURCE: Netherworld of the Force / Chaos / Abyss Channel Oblivion: The Reaper Edict Allows a Darkweaver to control and influence the energies pertaining to death and shadow. This extremely rare class manipulates entropy, a force that even the most studied cannot harness. A distinct maturation of the Assassin genealogy, the Edict makes a formidable complement to the wide scope of death-dealing expertise of the assassin, and those obsessed with mastery over death and shadows. While some of its uses relate to the denizens of the Abyss, many of its powers allow the Darkweaver to draw literal oblivion into the physical world. The signature power of the Darkweaver grants them the power over darkness itself. The nature of the darkness invoked by the Darkweaver is a matter of intense speculation among the Sith. Some believe it to be merely shadows, while others feel that the power gives control over the Netherworld of the Force, coaxing it tangibly outward. Regardless, the effects of the Darkweaver are terrifying, as waves of darkness roil out from the user, enveloping those in their path like an infernal wave. Dimensional Overrun Darkweaver can passively create or project shadows and darkness which absorbs or nullifies light in the area. Has an aura of pitch black darkness that permeates their armor or clothing, and surrounds them, flowing out and off of them like it was made of water, which consumes any light near their body. Kirzi na Rumakata Kinta (Darkshear, Spear of Midnight Black) The Darkshear, also known as the spear of midnight black, was a dark side Force power. It enabled the Force-user to summon raw energy entirely from the Dark Side of the Force, forging an archaic stygian weapon in the form of a majestic spear. For combat purposes, the qualities of this weapon is likened to that of Sith Steel. ELIXIR "The emphasis on preparation and maximizing efficiencies is an aide to the penultimate assassin, a creature supremely vested in the concentration of battle execution." TBA BREATHING Weaver Assassin Breathing Techniques "Controlling breathing patterns during heightened levels of stress and exertion is a basic principle that is rigorously taught to the assassin. Disciplined learners can maximize their burn of stamina, tremendously increase their lung capacity, and embody an unteachable level of creativity in the heat of battle." TBA NEXUS TBA THE OTHER SIDE Akirjoki na Niyidna (Court of Devils) Chaos, Netherworld of the Force— Time spent here is significantly slower, hours passing by equaling only minutes in the present. You close your eyes in reality, and awaken in a world that is an impeccable recreation of the place you were just in. The exception is that, this world is grievously lacking in any trace pigmentation of color; aggressively depressing neutral hues blush every-which corner, inky blackness stains the walls and floors while an unshakable fog smothers visibility. Light is forever eclipsed in Chaos, seemingly lost to a rotting darkness. Entering the Netherworld is less a studied art, and more of a windfall. When enough of the dark side of the force saturates the blood of a dark practitioner, a brush with death may be enough to purchase a ticket here. Admission takes a tremendous toll of fatigue and mental disorientation on the weaver once returned. To activate this travel henceforth is a scarce power; harmonizing mental acuity throughout the body of one familiar with the nether-realm by means of meditation, allows the darkweaver to enter the Netherworld of the Force physically. Wraiths, Sithspawn and tempestuous spirits inhabit these lands in innumerable hordes. Creatures and spirits within the Netherworld are dramatically more powerful than in the present. They cannot be defeated and maiming them is rare, but if done, their bodies reform after a short delay and do so rapidly. When entering, your living aura becomes like an unavoidable scent on a most powerful wind, the assassin becomes a beacon to the fallen and is hunted incessantly. The dead are impossibly begrudging of the living and none can avoid drawing the attention of the brutality that lives there for long. Furthermore, when commanding the Force inside of the Netherworld, your living aura illuminates like a bright star, empowering you significantly but guaranteeing death when you ultimately fall. Darkweavers present in the Netherworld of the Force (Chaos) are subject to all of the perils that come with it, not excluding ultimate destruction. Suffering physical wounds and death is felt entirely within the Netherworld, removing the living from the land thereafter. In present time, the maiming and death from the Netherworld translate to diminished phantom-pain and slight mental afflictions, as long as you do not draw from the Force while inside. Darkweavers that draw from the Force and are killed in the realm of the dead are gone forever, beyond even the reach of those that can raise the dead. (Non-PVP) BLADEMASTER TBA HUNTER TBA CURSES Armohta an ri Tsûduma (Anchor to the Dead) Ephemeral Binding, Transcendance, the Reaper Walks Must be able to enter the Akirjoki na Niyidna (Court of Devils) Must consume Black Blood Elixir in order to select a host Transcend Death, Infinite Resurrection, Retroactive Immortality The most formidable of weavers learn not only to sense the connections between the living and the dead, but to brick-lay and create such links themselves and enter immortality with the power to transcend the limitations of one's death. Unlike other forms of immortality, the Darkweaver may still die from any cause (physical trauma, disease or simply aging, etc), but the user may always come back to life, unless they choose not to. The master of Armohta an ri Tsûduma creates a totemic structure within the Netherrealm of the Force as a depository for their own living aura through necromantic energy, establishing a solemn bridge between the Nether and Mortal realm. Among the living, the Darkweaver will mark creatures of life as potential hosts while they sleep unaware, cursing them to an end they almost never see coming. This undying Curse transforms the subject into a sacrificial linkage between the living and dead, unifying with the totemic structure buried within the Netherworld. The Darkweaver smears their own imbibed blood on the sentient creature in question, which is accursedly absorbed into their vitae, in doing so, becomes an anchored host body for the Darkweaver. This term is coined as a Spectral Assimilation. An anchored curse artificially created in this fashion functions as an infectious energy that assimilates the physiological nature and soul of the creature over time, and crudely digests their entire life force once needed. The host creature becomes vaguely attuned to their master, and in certain circumstances, can dangerously wander into the psyche of the Darkweaver. A curse created with such a binding lasts until the Darkweaver suffers death. Death will treat the anchor as an expenditure, and the totem within the Netherworld will hum alive in activation. The physical body of the Darkweaver will immediately disperse into a flume of thick black vapors upon a death blow, and the soul will tarry for six cycles within Chaos until their spirit is displaced inside of the host body. Depending on the perspectives, this may be seen as a cursed state that eternally separates an individual from a universal salvation or truth. Over time the bone structure and flesh morphs according to the needs of the Sith Darkweaver, and the host's memories rapidly begin fading away while the Sith's own begin creeping in. They are aware enough before total consumption to realize the horror of what is happening but are exhaustively unable to stop it. This may very well cause certain Sith to go insane due to the extensive physical and mental trauma of continually returning to life in such agonizing ways, especially mentally when the world begins to change dramatically over time (loved ones dying, entire civilizations coming and going, etc). Replaces cloning, and the respawn count is six cycles.
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