Funestus

[BLCKCLONE]

A large asteroid in the Outer Rim plagued with the remains of a great battle between Jedi and Sith of the Old Orders. Littering the ground are skulls, bones and the remains of spilled blood, tattered robes, battered armor and the glint of rusted hilts from archaic Sith Swords. The occassional surge of flame and magma infuses color into the cold, black realm of torment. There is little left to gain here, little left to prove here, only a testament to defilement by death. A place where homage and reverence can be given to the Blood God, the Lord of Death, Khorne.

[Khorne]

Twin Suns beating down on a corner of the battered asteroid from one hemisphere produced a radiant glow over the magma fields and mountain range of the realm of Funestus. The littered bones echoed the hollowness of the Force as the place spoke only of the wound of death. There was no palace, no need, for the many servants of Khorne that killed eachother on this rock... Jedi and Sith, bred for war and death, alike engaged in the fitting slaughter that created his Throne.

 

On the tip of the coldest mountain on the red-hued boulder in the black abyss of space stands a chair of bones from all races of the galaxy who came to fight in the old wars, before the time of Exar Kun, before the use of the lightsaber... when the Force was still a virgin entity opened to only a few and the Sith did not organize but struck from the shadows making sacrifices to arcane magicks and sorceries to gain a foothold in the galaxy. Some, the more daring of their kind, pledging sacrifices to the Gods of Chaos, to Chaos itself, the warriors to the Demon of Khorne.

 

But Death upon your enemies is a sin committed by Evil, as well as Good, and this battleground was testament to that. For the battlefield lay littered with the bones of Jedi Masters and Sith Lords, of Jedi Knights and Sith Marauders, of Jedi Watchmen and Sith Assasins... this battlefield was a testament to the ultimate liberation from the Force, a pure and clean death.

 

Thus, this place, now absent of the Living Force, was Khorne's bastion of power and reflection... his Palace of Eternal Darkness. His Realm.

 

The Special Bus rocketed through hyperspace, escorted by a Transport and Khorne's companions, setting down on the shifting surface... Khorne exited his ship and took a deep breath. The Massassi were granted free reign of their new habitat and as the manbeasts scurried, they took all armor that was once their own, before the Sith oppressors claimed them and before the Jedi oppressors slaughtered them. Claiming Sith blades and armor for their own, again, the Massassi would soon become engulfed in their eternal strife and a new race would be brought to produce Hunters out of their species...

[Guest]

Piro also jumped out of the transport, the Black Hawk soon landed after their arrival. The Cultist marveled at the Warriors as they gathered armor and weapons for use. They would be very useful for battles soon to come.

[Khorne]

Khorne's eyes fell onto his Cultist, "Piro... go and assemble the warriors, assist in their training, you are a combatant and your skills speak sufficient volumes, prove your worth and raise a group to become my Loyal Guardians and Priests. Begin battles to honor my bloodlust... better yet, take a handful of Massassi and start death."

 

Khorne's orders were vague and the God, by nature, was vague... he maneuvered to the ragged tip of an incline on his battered asteroid world and sat upon the fallen corpses of Sith and Jedi, smiling as he overlooked his twisted realm...

[Guest]

((OOC: Edited.))

 

"Yes master. I shall begin their training at once."

 

Piro stood in front of all of the Massassi.

 

"Alright, I want a group of 1/3 of you to come forward. The rest, wait until I have finished this groups training."

 

The Massassi walked up and awaited further instructions.

 

"Your training as warriors begins now. I shall assume that the Kaminoans have tought you some basic skills."

 

Piro began to demonstrate all of the techniques and forms of combat that a good soldier should know. Piro tought them in allof they sword forms he knew and proper ways to wield one or two swords. When he was done they were just as proficient as himslef.

 

"Know that you are my personal army and obey only one person other than me, and that is Khorne, and as his Lead Cultist and newlwy appointed General, I expect you to make sacrifces to him as well as protect him and/or me if need be."

 

Piro decided to skip ranged weapons becuse he didn't want his soldiers using them often.

Edited March 19, 2005 by Guest

[Kuroni Spartan Masters]

From the shadows, Deimos emerged. His former garbs had been replaced with a modified version of the Imperial Guard armor. Instead of the classic red, it had been painted midnight black. The regular cape that was worn to cover the armor had been replaced with a trenchcoat. And he wore no helmet. His face was clearly displayed, red eyes burning into his enemies eyes.

 

"That was no training. Maybe for soldiers of mortals. But training for the warriors of gods deserve more time and commitment. You are no General."

 

Deimos steps behinds Khornes throne and awaits any command the gods gives him.

[Guest]

"If you feel my training insufficinet, then why don't you train them. Besides, I'm never a very good instructor, especially with large groups."

 

Piro was not much of a teacher, but but Deimos' remarks of being a General only enfuriated Piro.

 

"Besides, training someone does not make you a General, its how you fight and the descision you make and the tactics you use that decide that. And while on the subject, I don't think you should judge someone on training when you havn't taught anyone yourself."

[Kuroni Spartan Masters]

"I do nothing unless Khorne wishes it so. I am his Champion. I am his right hand, an extension of his will. You are merely a Force-user under his guidance, hoping to become what I am."

 

Deimos stays behind the throne, awaiting his masters guidance.

[Dagon]

OOC((Side note: You have ten thousand massassi, as stated in the Kamino posts...))

[Guest]

((OOC: Thanks.))

 

"Deimos. I don't envy what you are. I chose to be what I am. I know the advantages and disadvantages of the Force and being a Champion and chose the Force out of my own accord. I am just as reliable and as useful to Khorne as you are. Neither of us is better."

 

Piro decided to train the remaining soldiers. One half of the remaining 10,000 would be Khorne's gurdians. The other half would be his priests.

 

"Alright, I want you to practice on you weapon skills. I know you have had some training so this shouldn't take much longer. First I must say that you are all to be Khorne's personal body guards and soldiers. Defy him and die by his hand."

 

Piro began to train Khorne's Group of Soldiers and taught them in several battle formations and fighting tactics and techniques. The job did not take very long at all. When he was done with that groups training Piro noticed that they had become a skilled as he.

 

Piro sent that group off to Khorne and told them to wait behind his throne.

 

"The last of you, you shall be Khorne's priest. You shall be just as skilled in the way of the sword as the prievious group that I just tought. Remeber, you are the ones that shall make sacrifces to Khorne and pray to him, you are his power."

 

Piro tought the final group in the ways of the sword and were just as proficient as the previous two groups.

[Khorne]

OOC: Thanks Chad, Piro and Deimos, take your time... multiple posts, be inventive. And for Chrissake, spell check!

 

IC:

Khorne watched with mild amusement... The Massassi armies, grown with the heritage of their dead civilization, slaughtered by Sith arrogance, where warriors amongst themselves. The training Piro offered was ceremonial at best and enough to keep his pawns entertained while the God studied the dejarik board. Small nudges produce great ripples, waves in the threads of Chaos... ripples that appease his Master, for even Khorne, the God, had a Master... his was the eternal Chaos, a father to his brothers and his sister.

 

His heavy axe rested next to him and he motioned for Deimos to come forwards from the shadows, "You are my right-hand as much as he is my left... Assemble a token force of my Guardians, a thousand-strong and enslave a population for my asteroid world. I care not, what they are... so long as they are aggressively territorial and seemingly paranoid."

 

As Deimos departed from the Blood God's presence, Khorne summoned Piro, "You are my left hand as much as he is my right... Assemble a token force of my Priests, a thousand-strong and enslave a population of sentients for my asteroid world. I care not, what they are... so long as they are aggressively territorial and an expansionist power."

 

With his Pawns fulfilling a base task, off-world, Khorne is left to think in the cavernous emptiness of Funestus, a land blessed by death and caressed by blood.

[Kuroni Spartan Masters]

Deimos's right hand balls into a fist and snaps to his chest before bowing to KHorne. His eyes never leaving the Gods own eyes. It had been awhile since he had had a real mission. And now his school were being caleld upon.

 

"Come you untrained monkeys. Your God has given you a task. And I have be chosen to lead you for now. We will be heading to a few destinations, capturing several thousand people. While on the way, I want you to practice these moves."

 

Deimos hands each Massassii a holodisk. Each disk contained melee combat manuevers that Deimos himself had invtened. Each good enough to rival a Jedis lightsaber fighting, except for the fact, the Jedi's weapon would slice through their own. The Massassi march onto their ships and Deimos heads to a single starfighter.

 

"Massassi pilots, input the coordinates I deliver."

 

In mere moments, the shuttles and 1 starfightere plummeting through hyperspace.

[Guest]

"Yes Master."

 

Piro obeyed his masters orders and walked up in front of the priests and his soldiers.

 

"I want you to come with me, one-thousand strong, I also want one-thoushand of my personal group of soldiers to come as well. Now, our mission is to enslave the entire population of a planet to work on this rock for us. I want every man to take five people at least."

 

Piro placed a Sith Holocron on the ground. It had recordings of all of his battles and his fighting tactics. The Holocron dislpayed the fights in front of the Massassi for them to watch and study. They would know how to fight exaclty like Piro, or close to it.

 

" When we return I want you to retell our fights to the rest of the priest, guardians, and soldiers."

 

Piro guided the two-thousand soldiers to a very large cargo ship and departed for Selonia.

 

((OOC: Deimos. I suggest you come with me to Selonia. It would be easier to do multiple posting instead of waitng three days or having others post and then having them end up leaving.))

[Khorne]

In the cavernous hell of his battered realm, Khorne sat upon his throne in perplexed thought. Angered, he took his chain axe and set it upon a number of mummified Sith corpses. In an odd turn of events, a pair of creatures, referred to as Hsiss in Sith holocrons appeared out of thin air. With his axe craving blood, he set it upon the so-called "dark side dragons."

 

The bits of the axe blade dug into the hide and ripped apart the flesh of the Force-sensitive creature, spewing blood and gizzards about in a decorative manner for the Blood God.

 

"I tire of the absence of conflict... where are my Servants with my slaves?"

[Guest]

((OOC: Sorry, been a little busy.))

 

Piro jumped onto the transport ship with the wo-thousand soldires and headed for Tattoine, he decided it would be much better, as it was more inhabited and easier to inslave a civilization.

[Guest]

((OOC: Way more than three days.))

 

Piro landed his ship on the asteroid planet that was Fenestus. He told his troops to tell the others of their expiriences while he took the slaves to Khorne to give to him.

 

"Master, I have returned. We have captured about 100 slaves. 500 Jawas and Tuskens a piece. I hope that you are satisfied."

[Khorne]

Khorne's hand made a gesture of mild approval...

 

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

[Kuroni Spartan Masters]

From the depths of space, hundreds of shuttles emerges around Funestus and speed toward the asteroid. Inside, chaos rages, as thousands of warriors raor threats to the pilots, and especially to the one called Deimos.

 

All these creatures had been indoctrinated for war. During the shuttle ride, Deimos had encouraged that each was responsible for the kidnapping and that once they landed, they would enter a combat to decide who was the best warriors.

 

Upon landing, 10,000 Noghri's escaped and headed to the East side of thr asteroid. Mountains covered this side of the asteroid, giving perfect places to hide and makes homes. 10,000 Trandoshans roared their rage upon setting foot on the asteroid. They made their homes in the jungle part of the asteroid.. Their they could live like they did on Dosha.

 

Immediately the two species came in conflict and battle ensued.

 

"Master, I have fulfilled your wishes. Honor me with your praise."

[Khorne]

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

 

In time... this place shall be fitting of my old Kingdom.

[Guest]

"My apologies master. I shall get more Tuskens."

 

Piro left for Tatooine a second time with another set of two-thoudnad priests and his soldiers. They would learn firsthand as well now.

[Khorne]

Khorne's eyes befell his Cultist, "Go, and do not dissappoint, again."

 

He heaved his axe onto his shoulder and came across what resembled the camp of the first Tusken Raiders... it had not taken more than two standard hours for the Noghri, Trandoshans and Tusken Raiders to slaughter the mercantilistically-inclined Jawa tribe.

 

"Pitiful creatures..."

[Guest]

Piro landed the dropship and unloaded the priests and his soldiers.

 

"Alright, I want you to tell the rest of the soldires and priests of your fighting and how you did it."

 

Piro aproached Khorne.

 

"Master, I have brought 25,000 tuskens this time. My men have fought hard and long and are teaching the others what they learned. I hope that I have brought enough slaves this time."

[Guest]

Piro felt something flow through him and knew what it was, The Dark Lord Kakuto Ryu. Piro knew there was a task at hand that would lead him to the rank of master.

 

"Master I must leave so I can take my trials. I will return soon."

 

Piro jumped into The Black Hawk II and left for Ziost.

[Guest]

Piro landed The Black Hawk II and jumped out. He would wait until he felt that the battle that Kakuto entered was over and then would seek him out.

[Khorne]

Khorne waved off Piro, accepting his new band of tribes... he would watch the cannibals as they assaulted each other and in time, with great blood sacrifice he would revel in his own Darkness.

 

His throne would become crimson and littered with skulls, as it should be... as it will always be.

[Guest]

Piro saat on a rock and watched the Massassi train, he was desperatly searching for Kakuto, trying to seek his council in order to finally become a Sith Master. Although a difficult task it would also prove useful in aiding his mental prowess in the Force, for it was his weak point. Finally he came across a strange aura of darkness that was extremley strong and had Kakuto's charecteristics, yes, it was the Dark Lord himself, on Mimban, locked in the heat of combat. Piro would go there a find him, and show him the head of the man who had trespased on the Darklord's land.

 

"Master, I fear that I must leave for know, I do not know for how long but I shall return and be much stronger than I was."

 

Piro jumped into The Black Hawk II and left for Mimban.

[Guest]

Piro landed on Fenestus. He approached Khorne.

 

"Master I have returned, and am know a Sith Master. I shall watch the Massassi as wait for you command."

 

Piro sat back down on a rock and watched the Massassi train.

[Guest]

Piro stood up and jumped into the cockpit of The Black Hawk II and headedd off to Naboo.

[Guest]

The planet of Funestus had become engulfed by the war between the reptilian species. The bloodthirsty Trandoshans clearly had the superior edge in the initial conflict but the Noghri learned fast they they had been captured for war. In a matter of weeks the Noghri had become just as strong as the Trnadoshans.

 

Deimnos watched from a small mountain as a battle raged beneath him. A gleam in his eye could be seen from below by anyone who took the time to look upward. But unbeknownst to Champion, 3 unit of Noghri had made their weay form the battle in the valley up the mountain. They had noticed him observing the battle and knew he should be "involved". As they neared the warior, they began to desire the armor and weapons he wore and decide to destroy him.

 

One of the Noghri leapt upon Deimos back and began to claw at his chest. The Imperial Guard armor he wore protected him from harm, but soon the other monsters had attacked him and were ripping the armor from his body. Within moments, his body lay broken upon the mountain, naked and dying. The treacherous Noghri warriors turned their backs upon the broken body of Deimos and began to inspect the spoils they had collected.

 

As the Noghri began dividing their collectibles, the body of Deimos beganto glow red. An aura of crimson surrounded the warriors body and a bulge formed in his chest. His skin stretched and his ribcage was shattered. Then in a sudden movement two beings were born from the body of Kuroni spartan Masters.

 

"We are the spawn of Deimos. Champions of Khorne."

 

The shorter one turned to the Noghri and with glowing red eyes declared.

 

"We would like our possessions back."

 

The two newborns stalked toward the Noghri, and in silence, slaughtered them.

[Durok Vadon]

In the depths of an isolated cave, well away from the enslaved races of Khorne's dominion lies a single being. He seems consumed by the blade of his sword as it glistens in the darkness.

 

His soul is purified with only one object to serve the God of his people, the Warrior's God, the one and only Khorne.

 

His white, pristine robes are free of the stains of blood as he washes them in his isolated grotto, as dark as this place is, a place lingers where there is still greenery and beauty. A single tree stands, far in the distance lies Funestus' tallest mountain and the realm of his God, his seat of power.

 

He meditates to his prowess each and every day and claims the blood of the roving bands of Trandoshans, Zabraks, Noghri, and Tusken Raiders in his honor.

 

"I seek only death, death in your honor, for the glory of battle. To decorate the land with my blood as a servant of your power."