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Kaylynn took the wine and stopped before it reached her lips... "Rivhen... is one of those? How is that possible?" Taking a long sip, she placed the glass down on the table and walked over to the viewport... "I have not seen him for years now. He was lost long ago. And I realized that I lack certain abilities that a true woman should have. Love is not something I can do, not even Crimson could repair me."

 

she moved back to the table in a flash... to that of a normal human they would never have seen her move at all... putting her hands down on the table... "Why have you called me here Dagon? What is it that I have that you want. No one even remembers me in this galaxy... You do not scare me... and I am already dead on many levels... so death does not scare me either... so just take straight and tell me what it is you want."

 

She didn't know how to deal with others well having been gone from so long from this 'existence'.

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Kaylynn stared at him for a very long moment then a smile crept onto her face... "And why would you think I am as good as some slave girl... " She didn't know if he realized that one thing she was given by Crimson and Nhagathul was the powers of a seductress... He seemed to know alot about her, but not specifics...

 

She leaned over to him, and her lips touched his..."Is that what you want Dagon? Or maybe you desire this..." She reached her arms over to him and caressed him... starting at his neck, and moving slowly down to his chest and wrapping her arms around his waist... Her lips once again kissed his only this time with more force...

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::Dagon embraced Kaylynn, feeling her icy cold body press up against his own. The time for speaking was over and the time for pleasurable company had come. Kaylynn seemed to think that Dagon had some hidden and mysterious agenda, but the truth was that he simply wanted her as a lover. Someone who understood his work but was not affected by the politics of it. At least for now, there were always wolves at the door.::

 

What I want is what we both want.

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Kaylynn leaned down and kissed him, her black wings wrapping themselves around the two of them in a protective cacoon. Running her arms down his chest she pulled away from him a moment... "What we both want... ? Are you sure this is what you want Dagon? Are you sure that you know what you are getting yourself into?"

 

Kissing him again, more forcefully, he began to feel strange... like something was coming over him... Kaylynn used the force to her benefit and pushed her force presense into him as she ripped his from him and bringing it into herself... making them one...

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Kaylynn looked at Dagon as he pushed her down and smiled... using the force, she pushed herself into him and ripped his force from him, taking it all into her... she turned him over and looked into his eyes... "When we are done, you are never going to touch anyone else again... "

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  • 1 month later...

::A few hours later, Dagon received a high priority message from the empire, something that required his immediate attention.::

 

I have to leave, my duties call me elsewhere. I will find you upon their conclusion.

 

::Dagon left Ziost in great haste to accomplish his goal.::

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  • 4 weeks later...

::An imperial Lambda class shuttle arrives to escort Kaylynn to her new home as she begins her training in the dark arts. Upon her boarding, the shuttle exits into orbit and then makes several jumps to conceal the location of her destination.::

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Space was quiet over Ziost... just as space usually was, save for those rare moments during which large and quite destructive space battles occurred. But for now, the space around Ziost was quiet as most time.

 

There was a silent flash of light as a new ship arrived over Ziost. It was smaller then most, but deadly. The Darksoul came out of hyperspace from destinations unknown, followed closely by another ship, slightly larger and bulkier; the Ogariv II. The two ships' main computers were slaved together so that a single pilot could bring both ships to the same destination. The single pilot was at the controls of the Darksoul, the new personal starfighter of the Dark Lord of the Sith, Darth Quietus. In another life, some would call him Montar, but that name was as dead as the Jedi that had befallen the blades that sat at his sides.

 

As the Dark Lord looked around the orbit of Ziost, he saw both exactly what he wanted to see, and something that surprised him. He was pleased to see that Ziost had remained mostly untouched by forces outside of the Sith's own desires. Quietus knew that it had been a while since the facilities had been used, but also knew the man who had built those facilities.

 

What the Dark Lord did not expect, was to see that there was indeed a ship in orbit. He was curious about this ship, for it was clearly of Imperial design, having the harsh lines of an Eclipse-Class Super Star Destroyer, but also had vague characteristics of an intridictor as well. Quietus knew that he had never seen a ship like this before, and doubted that there were others like it, or else they would have been used at Csilla.

 

Still quite curious, he reached out with his mind towards the ship, determining just how many people were on board, and to get a general sence of its purpose. But once again he was surprised, for there were no signs of life on the ship. This only further made the Dark Lord curious, for the ship was clearly still running and operating. Taking a chance, he keyed his comm, and sent a message to the SD.

 

"Imperial ship, this is the Dark Lord of the Sith Ray--"

 

But before he could even finish his comm message, there was a reply, and it sounded oddly robotic.

 

"Welcome back Master Dark Lord. We have been awaiting your return. Will you be coming aboard?"

 

Quietus was now thoroughly confused. Before replying, he quickly scanned the databank of his computers, and found what he had hoped for. Apparently this particular ship had been built some time ago by Quietus' predecessor, and close friend Kakuto Ryu.

 

Well that explains why its in orbit over Ziost...

 

It was Ryu who had built the facilities on Ziost and had used it as a base of opperations. And with Quietus' return, he intended to make it the primary base once more, especially since the central computers of the Star Destroyers captured at Csilla would put the current Sith bases at risk.

 

The ship that was in orbit, as his computer told him, was a unique ship indeed, officially classified as a "Sodomy-class Star Destroyer", a fact that Quietus could only chuckle at knowing that Kakuto had classified it himself. He read up more on the ship, and began to understand more about it. After a few more minutes he finally replied to it.

"Yes... I think I will. Prepare for my arrival."

 

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A few minutes later, both the Darksoul and the Ogariv II settled into the hanger, and Quietus emerged from the cockpit of the Darksoul and looked around. All around him were the full armaments of the ship, but no life forms to be found. Only a few seconds after he landed and looked around, several cyborgs emerged from one of the doorways to greet him.

"Welcome Master... Wait a moment, You are not Master Ryu!"

 

The cyborg seemed generally surprised and shocked at the fact that anyone else would land on the ship. Quietus glanced around the docking bay once more, silently counting the ships that were there while he responded.

"No. I am not. I am the new Dark Lord of the Sith; I am Darth Quietus."

 

The cyborg remained silent for a moment before turning to this companions and then turning back to him.

"This is acceptable. We are now under your command Master Sith, as we were under the command of Master Ryu. We were told to accept your command."

 

This in particular piqued Quietus' interest; who had known enough to prepare this cyborg crew for his commands?

 

Perhaps.... Perhaps it was Kaktuto. Perhaps he still lives.

 

Quietus nodded and walked past the cyborgs and began making his way to the bridge, inquiring to the crew about various aspects of both the ship and his command. When they finally reached the bridge, Quietus asked one of his last questions.

 

"Tell me... What is the name of this ship?"

 

The cyborg again fell silent and looked slightly confused.

"We have no name Master Sith...."

Quietus grinned ever so slightly, and looking out from the bridge, spoke once more.

"Then I shall name it for us. From now on, let all know that this ship is now called The Heretic."

 

The cyborg nodded, and returned to his duties as Quietus paced the bridge examining the crew. After he was fully satisfied with the crew now at his hands, he issued his first order.

"Send a comm to the surface... I want to know if anyone is there within the Ziggaraut."

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The green eyelids of a corpse split apart, black eyes opening thinly. His flesh was wrinkled, dry and cracking like rotting leather. The sleepy expression on his face rested atop a still mechanical hand. His necrotic hibernation was interrupted by a nearby disturbance in the force, and he was forced to awaken prematurely. Kakuto's eyes began to regain color as he summoned back the life force had foregone to enter his dreamless sleep. His head raised slowly, his flesh tightening and returning gradually to its usual sickly white hue as he brought himself back to the world of the living. The dark gray fingers of his Sith steel hand extended slowly, a layer of dust sliding down and falling to his seat--the throne of the Ziost Ziggurat that he had retired his weary form to. He extended a digit to depress a button on the master control panel near the throne, summoning a hologram of one a cyborg crewmen from his Star Destroyer. The face of technologically induced misery appeared, requesting information on the condition of the Ziggurat from the sickly looking form.

 

Kakuto Ryu's brow creased with irritation, a split in his brittle skin forming and welling up with thick black blood. He spoke from his ceremonial seat, his piercing eyes going straight through the hologram. On the other side the Sith Master appeared atop his throne as a large visage on the holographic bridge of the ship. His lips parted lazily, his bitter dictation forming slowly in his acrid throat.

 

"Who has dared to interrupt my requiescence?"

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Quietus could only grin as he saw the slightly shrivled form of his friend and companion, Kakuto Ryu sitting on his throne inside the Ziggaraut.

 

"I have dared to interrupt you Kakuto."

 

The voice came from off-screen as the Cyborg risked a sideways glance. A moment later, the cyborg was quite harshly pushed aside, and the hologram appearing in front of Kakuto was suddenly filled with the form of Darth Quietus.

 

"Did you have a nice nap my friend? You've been out of it quite a while, and quite honestly you look worse then some of the Jedi we've slain over the years."

Quietus allowed himself a slight grin, purely due to being able to joke with his friend once more. After a moment and a slight chuckle, Quietus' voice and face became serious again.

 

"Allow me to catch you up. You dissapeared, the Sith fell apart, and I had to come back from eternal death to bring the Sith back under control and fix the problems you created by dissapearing. I am the new Dark Lord Kakuto Ryu, and currently, I have need for you and your facilities... There was a recent battle against the JEdi and the Rebellion. Geki lost most of his ships, and no doubt it will not be long before the scum break the codes on the databanks and find the locations of our bases currently. So. Given that little predictament, Ive decided to move the main Sith base here."

 

Quietus stopped and studied the hologram image of Kakuto, allowing him some time to let the words sink in.

 

"Now that i know you are there, I will be ariving shortly. Prepare for my arivial...."

 

Quitus grinned once more, knowing he couldnt be fully serious with this man.

"...so you better clean up your room, hide the booze, and send the slave girls back to their rooms."

 

Quietus allowed the hologram to dissapear with the grin on his face still intact.

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Kakuto's embittered expression didn't change as the persistently cocky Montar made his jokes. News that the Sith as group were incapable functioning without him didn't lighten his mood. As Kakuto's eyes regained their silver tint, he gazed down at his control panel, opening massive hangar door that would have barred Quietus' entrance to the Ziggurat. It would seem that they had collapsed without him, and they would turn to Kakuto for help now.

 

The Main lift in the hangar opened and preset to take its first occupant directly to the throne room.

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Quietus frowned slightly as the comm was closed. Apprently times had indeed changed, and along with it so had the demenour of Kakuto Ryu. But it mattered little in the end; what Quietus needed was a serious man who was capable of serious carnage, not a friend. He only hoped that that side of Kakuto was still alive and well. Turning and looking at the cyborg for a brief second, he walked off the bridge and made his way back down to the docking bay.

 

"You are ordered to remain in orbit here until further instructions."

 

The cyborg nodded and veered off to relay the command through the proper channels as Quietus climbed back into the Darksoul and exited the docking bay of the Heretic. A few moments later he was descending through the atmosphere of Ziost, and made his course for the massive Ziggurat that dominated the skyline.

 

Landing smoothly in the massive hanger atop the building, Quietus again exited his ship, and stepped into the main lift. A moment later, he descended into the bowels of the ziggurat, and found himself in the massive throne room, staring down the slightly...decayed... form of Kakuto Ryu.

"So this is where you have been hiding yourself Kakuto..."

 

The somewhat lighthearted form of Montar was now replaced with the cruel and blunt form of Quietus, a man far beyond the depths of his former self in Montar.

 

"...you know why I am here Kakuto. What do you have to say in response?"

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"Hiding..." Kakuto began, the tear in the flesh of his forehead slowly growing back together, "...I wouldn't say I've been hiding, really. More like... Retired. The Sith became too dependent on me. They needed to learn to stand on their own feet. I thought a good way to teach them would be to sweep kick the legs out from under them."

 

The weary Sith sighed heavily, removing his gauntlet and raising his bony right hand and testing muscles as they regenerated. He moved each digit slowly, extending each individually and working them up to their full range of motion.

 

"And yes... I suppose I know why you are here. You have come to claim my assets and to use them for the Sith. You may be the new Dark Lord, but Ziost is my world. I see you've already taken my Star Destroyer--that's fine. I don't need it anymore. I will allow you to occupy my temple, for whatever purpose. Consider yourself my guest, and this Ziggurat my illustrious home. Invite to this world Sith Masters only, do not entrust the location of this hallowed temple to those who would not ensure its protection."

 

As Kakuto Ryu spoke his hand grew to match it's former state, dense with lean muscle and as moonlight in complexion. He pulled his gauntlet back on, sure that it was secure when it made a satisfying click. Kakuto's eyes turned back to the Sith master that had entered the room, his expression now more melancholy than angry at the intrusion.

 

"Anything I missed?"

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Quietus allowed himself a slight chuckle as he walked around the room, looking it up and down and noticing just how run down the place looked now.

"Nothing out of the usual. Space battles, epic battles of Sith vs Jedi. Hacked limbs. Gallons of blood. Innocent victims slain all across the galaxy. Geki still rules as Emperor, though he took quite a kick to the ego at Csilla. Lost nearly his entire fleet and got killed by the Jedi Grandmaster..."

 

Quietus eventually made his way around to the throne itself.

 

"...but clearly your lesson to the Sith failed. After you... 'retired' as you put it, they fell apart into utter chaos and infighting. Even now the rule of the Sith lies in ruins, with masters scattered across the galaxy serving their own purposes and ideals. They no longer fight as one."

 

Quietus paused his looking at the various corners of the throne room, and focused his eyes straight at Kakuto, staring the fellow Sith Master straight in his deformed face.

 

"The Sith are nothing without one of us Kakuto, you know that. This will be the SECOND time I've had to come back and solve the problems that you've left the Sith with. This is the second time I've had to burden the mantle of the Dark Lord and rebuild the Sith from the ground up. This time, I hope you will at least have the honor and dignity to stick around ahd fix the mistakes that you're absence and ego have caused..."

 

By the end, Quietus' voice had turned cold, harsh, and remorseless. He knew that all of this, the tone of his voice and the stance that he was carrying meant little if anything to Kakuto. Quietus knew that his fellow sith and former Dark Lord was just as cold and callous when it came to these matters as Quietus was. They were both quite simply cold hearted bastards who would slaughter their own mother if it meant a gain; whether it be power over the force, or political power.

 

"There is much work to be done... I have been gone longer then you have been retired. I only hope that we can bring the Sith back from the edge of destruction and return the galaxy to the darkness that we once caused. Do I have your support my brother?"

 

Taking a single step up to the throne, Quietus extended his hand to Kakuto, waiting, a look of sheer determination in his face and eyes.

There will nothing to stop us this time...

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"Brother..."

 

The Sith were his Brothers and Sisters. Over time they had shaped the order and developed this solidarity. Kakuto Ryu had been the first to successfully rule the Sith as a Brotherhood, having gained the longest uncontested Reign in the Sith's history. The Sith were his family, his purpose. Kakuto could not deny his destiny. He had to help the Sith.

 

By the time Montar had planted his foot on the last step of the throne, Kakuto's face had completely returned to it's original state, his flesh tight and his features sharp. His narrow eyes stared into Quietus's. He did not argue the merits of his choice to leave the Sith to fend for themselves--he felt it had no point any longer. Kakuto stood slowly, wisps of dust falling from the robe that adorned his body. His hair had grown unchecked since he had retired, and now platinum locks fell down past his shoulders, obscuring his face in part.

 

He smirked, clenching his cold mechanical fingers around Quietus's extended wrist.

 

"You will have my ministration, Brother, so long as you have the weight of the the Sith to bear."

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"Then let us get started... I will summon all the Sith to the Heretic in orbit over Korriban, and there I will spread the word of our new brotherhood. "

 

Quietus let Kakuto's hand go and walked back across the room.

 

"Yes... there is much to do. I will have to move the Academy. The Empire has abandoned Cardia in the wake of their loss and capture of a number of ships, and so shall we."

 

Quietus chuckled slightly and looked over his shoulder at Kakuto.

 

"It is good to have you back this time Kakuto."

 

With no further words, the Dark Lord exited the throne room via the massive lift, and returned to the docking bay where his ship sat waiting for him. Climbing aboard, he fired up the small starfighter, and shot out of the Ziggurat like a rocket. It took only a few minutes for the Darksoul to return to the massive belly of the Heretic. Once he returned to his new SD, Quietus was quick to issue commands from the bridge.

 

"Make course for Korriban... as quickly as possible."

 

As the massive ship finally turned in place from the orbit it had rested in for far too long, Quietus moved to the holonet transmitter, and sent a heavily encoded message to all the Sith in the galaxy.

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Kakuto heard a call in the force, which was matched by a distress call from the AI remnants of an abandoned Imperial base. He grinned, summoning his mech to return and rearm for the upcoming fight.

 

By the time KR had met the hangar floor of his ziggurat, the Loki was kneeling with its cockpit door open to accept its master. They made off quickly, closing the door to his colossal fortress behind him...

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The twisting vortex of the warp tore open from within the depths of the ziggurat, expelling the Trinity from the chaos realm, their bodies restored by the dark energy. Kakuto fell face down on the hard floors of his familiar homestead, his fingers groping to feel his hammer. He looked up, his mind numbed by the incredible power that had brought him home. Exodus and Oblivion had appeared at his sides, having traveled in much the same time-frame as he.

 

"Hell... Somebody needs to take out that damned Guardian."

 

Kakuto chuckled at how trivial death had become for the trinity, looking sleepily over at Exodus for an agreement. His eyes fell on Oblivion, who lie motionless in spite of the prompt.

 

"Oblivion?"

 

The Warrior strained to stand up, his body still shaking of the residual effects of the warp. A rising sense of anger brought him to Oblivion's Side faster.

 

"...Tethyn?"

 

Kakuto's eyes disappeared into the dark shadows of the Ziggurat. He scanned the Sorcerer's body with the force. With some measure of hesitation he looked over to Exodus with a mournful expression.

 

 

 

 

 

"His... soul is lost."

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The distorted threshold pulled the triumvirate from the cores of hell, a forceful numbness pulsed tremors from his melted heart but all was black and he couldn't seem correct his vision. Out of the blue, the three bodies of the triune spilled from a volatile vortex and landed hard onto the unbreakable floors beneath them. Exodus, a few feet from the other two, pounded into the surface and his previously torn robes ripped absolutely from his chest. The remnants of his attire covered his lower half, but the self-inflicted wound in his chest seemed to blush with radiance before it rebuilt itself at last. He reached and padded the floors to find Transcendence but to no avail as it was clear the instrument had parted from him. He felt the force however, the power that he brandished, return and course profusely into his veins. His erratic breathing came to a halt as he lifted his head high into the air and his richly moistened hair fell upon his skin once more to bliss his senses with friction.

 

Kakuto was the first of three to speak out loud; the sound of his voice reassured his conscious that he was in the midst of his brothers for a second time. He had to admit; he was pleased to hear it.

 

”œ”¦If you weren't so slow, you could've flattened him fat-ass.”

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  • The silence held a powerful sway. There were no words left to smear the moment and Exodus understood this. He looked towards his two brothers for what would seem to be the last time on this planet and turned himself towards the transport that waited in the distance. It was time to move onwards. Exodus collected his thoughts and entered the conventional transport before it wisped out into the open air with a final salute and blinked into the depth of space. His destination was clear and she would feel it.

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  • 1 year later...

Darkness...

 

Darkness surrounds the eternal abyss of the mind, silenced by the infinite slumber of the ages, and slowed by the passing of time it's self as i laid there within my frozen tomb for nearly twenty lifetimes, unaware of my sole existence. Flashes of battle filled my mind for many a days as i laid within my frozen slumber, scattered upon many unknown planets and countless friends lost to the universe. Pain is all i felt as i laid within this block of ice buried beneath Zoist's barren wasteland. Hatred is all i grew within my imprisonment. Rage is all i became as time etched it's presence upon the universe.

 

Light...

 

Light searing my sight as i awoke momentarily, the infamous calming of dripping water elegantly hissing as it touch the warming floor below. My vision swayed with the tipping of balance as i tried to pick myself from upon the metal plate upon which i laid, only ending with disappointment as my muscles gave out and i landed hard upon it's durasteel surface with a hard smack. I tried to move forward again, growing angry at my weakness and urging myself to slide a few inches. It was here i first gazed upon her, the ravenous beauty that laid before me, stretched out as if she had simply laid down infront of my fallen form.

 

"Who is the beautiful creature?" I wondered as i stared idly at, my chest feeling the strangest of aches as i looked up her fallen form. "Is she alive? Where am i? What be this place?"

 

Silence...

 

Silence befell me once again as i drifted back into slumber, dreams of unknown past filling my mind as it began to re-heat and adapt outside it's frozen prison once again. Darkness and Light battled for my vision as i drifted in and out, noticing the touch of a strong but ghostly grip upon my form dragging me from my would be grave. Finally, as the cool breeze upon a sandy wasteland whipped across my body, i rested and dreamed an ancient tale.

 

Upon a planet surrounded by night, did shine the brightest of light. Creatures of Night fought viciously against Beings of Day as a hidden war raged on out of sight from the rest of the universe. Lives were lost within both sides, some for the greater purpose, others for mere spite. But pain and despair echoed through-out the lands none the less. A Champion stepped forward, strong in the Force and full of life. Led by a great General simply known as 'Revanchist', this Champion tore through the enemy with elegant ease. Powerful, at peace, and full of hope, never did his heart wander from it's truest cause.

 

But then a fair face caught this Champion's eye, the beautiful human falling in battle due to mortal wound. Sacrificing most of his energy, he healed what he could while condemning himself, in an attempt to save the life of the pupil he cherished so dearly. Forbidden, was their love. But he cared not for traditions. Only that she lived to see a brighter future. That was this Champion's cause, and 'Revanchist' thought it a noble one. Leaving her to the attention of medical service droids, he turned, only to find his destiny growing near. And soon he would face the Creature of Darkness simply known as Lord Riesling.

 

Lord Riesling was an ancient being of infamous power, the second strongest of his kind. And this Champion, a mere being of twenty four years, although just as powerful, held little experience. The battle was fierce, the aura of power clashing high into the heavens as blade clashed against blade. Green and Purple became a daze for the onlooking brethren of both, each turning to look upon the two's duel and forget about their own petty differences. And in a bright flash of light, it ended just as quickly when the Champion lost his blade within the cryogenics reactor that laid below. All life was lost within this hidden encampment miles below the planet's surface, all but two souls as The Champion's love came forth in an attempt to save him.

 

And for centuries, these two became permenant prisoner's of this frozen cage.

 

I awoke to the blast of both the dream, and of the volcanic spore which had warmed and melted my icy prison, freeing me to once again age with time. My vision faded in and out, the warming heat from the volcanic eruption bringing back feeling to my limbs and body. But soon i once again felt strong enough to move. I knelt at first, lifting myself up from upon the sandy wasteland of the planet's surface. But soon i stood as i caught glimpse of the creature from my dream, the ravenous hair human that the Champion had cared so deeply for. I felt strange as i rushed forward to her side, losing my balance once again and falling onto her limp form just as i neared her. I held feelings for her, yet i had never known her save for my dreams. It confused my thoughts, what little i could process.

 

"Are you okay?" I questioned as i rolled her over to realize she too had awaken, her bright brown eyes gazing back upon my face with just as much confusing as my own held. "Take my hand, and i will help you onto your feet."

 

Standing once again, i offered my hand, and gave choice to help her up. Once onto her feet, i turned to view the planet's surface, remembering it vividly from my previous dream. But no longer standing were the walls and ceiling of the prison i once saw. But no, this was not the prison, the hidden base miles below that now melted with the passing molten tide. And that soon hit me as well, as i once again felt the ghostly touch of the being who had dragged me and the female human to safety, causing to twist and jerk as i turned to view my rescuer. But my rage and hatred once again boiled just as the planet's core did below. A darkness came over me, urging me to strike, as it became so apparent when i spoke.

 

"Lord Riesling?!"

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A mind numbing stiffness washed over my body. I could hear my mother calling to me from a distance "Luna. Luna. Luunnnaaa." I wonder where i am with what energy i can muster. I slid open my eyes, and there beside me laid a man. Someone i've never seen before. Yet, his face a very beautiful one.

 

The unfamilar man, he offered his hand, my hand quickly grabbing it in return. Standing up, i help by grabbing my staff and lifting myself up. I stared at him a long minute, a moment of ditziness i couldn't help but stare into his crystal clear eyes. As he looked away, i shaking off the daydream, i quitely whispered."Luna is my name".

 

Neither of us seemed to know very much about the strange place where we now stood. As i gazed around me a slight wind picked up and the sand at my feet swirled. A rock formation in the distance crumbled and fell. Out of the corner of my eye, i looked at my new compainion and thought to my self. "Is this the end? Or is this the beginning of a new life for which i have no choice but to follow?"

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Life left Luna in one languid lash, a sacrifice to the dark gods that pulled a spirit from Hell and into the world of man once again. The body slumped to the floor, no pain, no suffering. Just....dead. The man could sense the spirit, it was easy to see. He was about, lurking. Still intangible, drifting between one world and another, the spirit of Lord Riesling covered the corpse like a blanket. His cold, eluding hands fell soft upon her cheeks. Like a spider to the prey, his movement was instinctual, the deep, hissing exhale a breath of dark life into the hollow husk.

 

 

Her eyes flashed open, sight in new eyes bright and unreal. Beside her stood the man....that man! The bastard who killed....

 

"I remember...." She whispered in a hushed tone. Her mind spun around, trying to find something, anything to bash the shit out of his head with. Pebbles, mostly. Damn.

 

"The Sith." She said, struck by an epiphany. Surely they would assist him, if he proved his power. Once it returned, that is. This body was so....inexperienced.

 

"I remember the Sith." She said with a final exhale, selling it for all it was worth. She turned to him with a blank look, still unsure where or when she was. At least, the girl would have looked in such a way naturally. Riesling was imitating as best as he could, under the circumstances. Awaking after so long into a different body would daze anyone.

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As fast as my gaze had fallen upon Riesling, he disappeared from sight. I stood at the ready for the next few passing moments, leary that i could no longer feel his presence. How long ago had the force abandoned me? Or was it the light that had long forsaken me that day i slew Riesling? These were the questions that plagued my mind as it attempted to grasp the reality that was the here and now. Gripping the hilt of my Jedi Katana, i looked down upon his hand crafted blade, one that i had forged myself so long ago under a fellow Revanchist, my former Master.

 

"Had Ashla truly forsaken me?" I questioned myself, my gaze shifting back and forth as i tried to comprehend Riesling's appearence and sudden disappearence. Was it his ghost that haunted me? Or was it mere memories of his form, mere illusions, as mind faught to regain it's composure.

 

"I remember the Sith."

 

I heard the woman speak, my caring eyes flowing back to her form as she spoke these words. Now that was a word i could never forget. "Sith." The very foundation of terror and disease upon whatever it touches. It's venom ran as deep as it's evil roots would allow, corrupting whoever followed it's path beyond saving. The only good Sith was a dead one. As such was my opinion. I dispised them, utterly. My hatred toward them was a strong one. Such was my weakness. Sheathing my weapon i approached her, gazing out into the distance.

 

"Come. We must return to Coruscant. I do not know whether the Order remains, but surely some clues to their location remains." I spoke, noticing an old abandoned hanger remaining from where the compound once stood. It wasn't much of a chance, but maybe we could find a way off this rock inside. "Maybe the Jedi can clue us in as to how long we have been gone from this galaxy, and maybe what remains of the Revanchists."

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Massive excavation begins on Ziost to prepare for the temple. As it is going to be a Krath temple, massive elevators for carrying large bulk components are installed, leading to cavernous halls below. Generators were installed, both power and shield, to create an interlacing web of overlapping protection that could reinforce where ever the attack was pressed.

 

A Celeris system is installed in the planet, with the most precise nav system availible. Planetary ion and turbolaser cannons are installed to make the skies unfriendly for any unwanted visitors. Massive charged metal plates cover the surface of the temple, collectively coating an area miles across. Around the perimeter, Viper division snipers learn the terrain and sight their weapons for a more interpersonal approach to defense. They then proceed to plant stockpiles, in case of extended battles.

 

Edit---March 20th---

 

Ionization towers are raised to create a web of energy if they are activated all at once. A net for a larger catch. Workshops have since been installed in the underground area, along with supplies from Silence V. In one such workshop, Dagon could be found working as he had done so many times before. This time, the Dark Lord was revisiting the Empire's original power armor designs. The real fruit of the research had been the Lancer armor, a suit designed for engaging starfighters and rapidly relocating, but Dagon wanted to rework the design for a more stand up fight situation.

 

The first step was a full servo skeleton, as opposed to the upper torso arrangement of the Lancer. This would allow a more stable firing posture and allow for heavier armor and weapons. Next an ammunition "drum" was added to the back of the suit, with a line running to the rail gun, which was modified for rapid fire. The rounds were depleted uranium armor piercing bolts four inches in length. An over the shoulder fletchette cannon was added on the left shoulder, feeding off of a slightly smaller ammo cache on the back. The left arm on this model retained the physical matter shield of the Lancers, although a variation schematic was placed in the computers for a second rail gun. Finally, the shield generator was upgraded to a heavier model that could be focused.

 

The first suit off the line was done in phrik alloy, but all those that followed were constructed with more cost effective materials.

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Exiting hyperspace over Ziost, the Imperial shuttle having picked up a second ship, namely the Grand Duke broadcast its id within seconds of entering the system. Moments later the reply came from Darkwatch allowing them access to the planet. Several moments later, both ships landed on the planets surface near the excavations

 

Draken stepped from the ship and inhaled slowly, he could feel the latent power of this planet and it pleased him. This would make the perfect place to build the Krath Temple, the power texture was perfect and could be wielded even to the finest detail. He walked down into the excavations and looked around before ordering all of the personnel within the excavations to proceed back to the surface. He strode through the tunnels and caverns, examining them closely and dropping small crystal shards at regular intervals along his way through the excavations. Each piece of crystal would play a critical role in what would come next.

E nomini patri, et Fili e spiritu sancti.

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The energies flowing around them caused the hairs on her arms to stand out like static electricity as she followed along beside Draken. Alora reveled in the sensations, eyes bright with anticipation of what was ahead of them. Visions danced before her of the possibilities.

 

The Sith Mistress let her hand run along the surface of the tunnels, and as her partner was doing, she also felt out the best places for the shards to be placed. All she knew thus far was that they needed the crystals in strategic locations for a specific purpose, though what that purpose was she hadn't yet fathomed.

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Draken brushed against Alora, caressing her jaw lightly with the back of his hand. He knelt down on one knee and pressed his hand to the ground, his eyes closed for a second. When he opened them, there were pure black and glistening with un-channeled power. He could see what was hidden to the normal eye, including the latent power that this planet was steeped in. The power seemed to eddy and flow like waves of water.

 

He studied it for several moments opening the bond so Alora could see what he was seeing. "This is remarkable, the power here is unsurpassed by anything I've seen so far. When this is all over, I'll need to study this in more detail."

E nomini patri, et Fili e spiritu sancti.

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