Ishvara

[Guest]

A recon mission. That's what his main mission was all about. He would have to discover the source of their myths. Maybe he could find an ancient text, a statue or building, or some other monument or artifact. Only time would tell. The real question was, where should he start?

 

Leaving the bar with his "guard dogs," the figure walked the streets. He need to find a way to get the attention of the underground cult groups. They were the best possible link to the ancient beliefts that had been suppressed by the planet's current "owners." He just needed an opportunity.

 

Leaving the city, the cloaked person entered his vessel. Inside, he monitored the population as tiny blips on his tracking monitor. He decided to make an extended go of it. With strict discapline and commitment, the figure managed to track the movement of the cities citizens for 28 straight hours. Color coding blimps of interest, the "mysterious man" watched for suspicious movements. He also watched police movements and patrol routes. It was a tedious job, but he didn't care. He would do what it took to get things done.

 

After an overly long "day," the figure decided to call it a "night." By this time, he had programmed the computer to track the movement of particular dots over the next 48 hours. It would use lines to show where they moved during the day and how they interacted with the other dots. It would also show hot spots throughout the city that many dots frequented or meet at. Lastly, he programmed it to show hot spots where the dots in question both frequented in the same day or occasions where they may have come into contact. He would undoubtedly come upon some very interesting information at the very least.

 

The mysterious cloaked figure slept for the next 16 hours. After waking up, he decided to check on the results thus far. He noticed a few intriguing things, but decided he would wait until the full 48 hours was up before making any conclusions. 31 hours to go. With the time he had left, the figure decided he would visit the nearby country side. He was curious if there might be information to be found there. Leaving his ship, the figure began to walk the countryside. Running into the occasional farmer or loner, the figure chatted with them about life on the world, their struggles, hopes, and beliefs. Many were scared of him at first. Some ran for their lives, others hid in their homes, and a few even pulled their weapons on him and made threats. None of that fazed him. He was determined to put everyone at ease so he could gain as much information as possible.

 

For the most part, he had wasted his time. However, there was one man of interest. He was a hermit named, Let Ghinn. The cloaked personage would have missed him altogether, had he not been questioning about old myths. When several people from a small farming community mentioned that old Ghinn might know a thing to two about that, the figure had to find him. While the farmers had given him a general vacinity, they had failed to give him much more. That proved to make things harder as the figure had to transverse dangerous terrain, not knowing where exactly he was going. Ironically, though, Ghinn found him.

 

Asking the figure what he wanted, he replied, "I want to know the myths of your original ancestors."

 

The man was puzzled by this request, "The myths? I know no myths. Only forbidden truths. Truths that are forbidden to everyone, especially outsiders."

 

"If you tell me, no one will know."

 

The old man shook his head and grinned, "If I tell you, you will have earned nothing. I will tell you one story, though. In coming all the way here you have earned that much. It is a tale of journey... and one of the gods and mortals..."

[Dagon]

OOC((Marching orders for the apprentices: Kratos, we already spoke on AIM, so you know what needs to be done, MCF, you've got a PM giving you free license to create, and Praavus, I want you to post one of the lead cultists questioning if sacrificing the alien is the right thing to do. Your task is to influence them without revealing yourself. You have the Force ability to choke. proceed as you see fit, but remember, brevity is the soul of divinity.))

 

::With Kratos dispatched to the surface, Dagon was greeted with the welcome news of SEED's return. He had dealt with them before, and knew that they were a valuable asset. He sent an encrypted dispatch to their leader, a man named Jidai Geki, proposing a situation of mutual benefit.

 

With that out of the way, Dagon headed planetside on his own, using his Jaguar armor and acompanied by his two companions. Setting down well outside the civilized zones, he activated the stealth system on his armor.

 

Something was off.

 

He could feel the wrongness, crisscrossing the planet like ley lines, ancient pathways of power once pure, now corrupted. Dagon set out to follow one to the cross point, covering ground quickly and easily in his armor...

[Darth Pravus]

The ceremony unfolded through the remainder of the night, eventually reaching a fever pitch at which point the high priest had raised a ceremonial dagger and begun to plunge the weapon towards the female captives bared chest.

 

Pravus, thoroughly enjoying so much hate and suffering, sensed a change in the atmosphere of the sacrifice moments before the astonished priest averted his dagger to avoid a female cultist whom had thrown herself over the victim. The future sith felt his eyes widen in pure astonishment.

 

An astonishment that boiled into rage because of the noble showing. An image came unbidden to his mind of the native girl being thrown against a tree, tied up and slowly strangled. Simultaneously his vision turned red with the effort of containing his rage.

 

Once the curtain of red lifted from his eyes, Pravus found that the girl was pinned against the bole of a large tree. stripped and flayed until she and the alien were little more than bleeding rag dolls. The worshipper's and priest were now dancing frenzidly between the true, celebrating the fact that both the native and alien sacrifice were turning blue, their throats constricted by what the natives were assuming was the power of their gods revealed.

 

Pravus knew different. He could feel the pulses of the two females through the force, beating futilely against the grip constricting the passage of vital blood to the brain. Pravus reveled silently in the sight of their convulsions as their bodies sought to take a breath and the pain flowed from the numerous wounds of each caused by his command to the force.

 

One woman, obviously the mother of the girl slumped against the base of tree's trunk actually questioned the purpose of what they had done this night.

 

Pravus leaped, landing silently in the tree above the unconscious girl. In the darkness, all that was visible were the yellowed iris's of his eyes. He spoke in a sibilant whisper that nonetheless carried to the farthest edges of the circle while letting his anger give him the power to force-choke the deluded woman.

 

"It is only the love of my lord that will ever deliver you from the sky demons. Know that he is pleased by these offerings, but I warn you, do not question him lest he withdraw that love."

 

He stared at each of them in turn before turning and dissappearing in the shadows between two ancient boles.

[Bad karma]

A sleek ship reverted into real space above the planet that she her search had brought her too. Below, somewhere upon the surface was the order's most powerful and respected Krath, the one she sought out for help, for guidance. If anyone could assist her in finding a place in the order, it would be him.

 

Looking over her controls she began to prepare a holo-com. Once everything was ready she stepped onto the platform and bowed down, showing her respect before looking up and speaking.

 

”œMaster Dagon, I've come for your assistance. I seek guidance in the ways of the force, for I have none. I also bring news of my most recent discoveries. I await your reply.”

[Darth Pravus]

Dawn came quickly after Pravus' impromptu performance. It found him having returned to his previous hiding place to allow the natives to leave the clearing unaware of his continued presence. He knew his master would be pleased by the natives hatred of the aliens and pleased that he, Pravus, had helped fuel the cultists further descent.

 

Again, he found himself growing angry over someone interupting his reveling in pain and suffering. This time, he realized it was the sound of someone weeping in the forest's shade.

 

Pravus restrained his anger and focussed his attention on the former clearing that the Ishavarrans had restored before leaving shortly before dawn. In the midst of the area was the women whom Pravus had choked earlier.

 

Silently, he cursed as he watched the woman caring for a still breathing daughter. She moved with the assuredness of modern technical training. The gear she was using on the girl was marked in the script of the invading aliens.

 

"A collaborator," thought Pravus,'that is information my master needs to be aware of."

 

Pravus watched as the young woman's wounds began to bind by what smell confirmed was distillated bacta. His surveillance gear picked up the words she was muttering to her daughter as she worked.

 

"These cultists offer only pain and suffering to our people while those whom believe the aliens will free us when we have technology equal to them are equally foolish. There are other ways, my daughter, and its time you learned them."

 

"Another cult or something else?" mused Pravus. "Either way, my master will want to know about it."

 

Fiver hours later the woman left the clearing with Pravus following close behind. Somehow, he was not suprised when a glance at his datapad revealed she was heading directly for the second location he had taken. The slow pace she set because of her burden meant the journey lasted until the night.

[Guest]

As the old man proceeded to tell his story, he told of a young man who was searched of the formula of immortality. Making a journey of 90 days and 90 nights, only sleeping just enough to keep going, the man finally came to the valley of Resh. The gods presented the young man three riddles.

 

"The first god presented his riddle. You are in a cold house in the winter. It is dark. You have one match. There is a candle and there is a wood burning stove. Which do you light first?

 

The young man pondered the riddle. Maybe the candle first because then he could use the flame to light the wood. Or maybe the wood first and then he could use the fire to light the candle. Either one could work. But that just seemed too easy to the man. Which should me light first. Imagining the whole scenario happening in front of him, a light went on in his head. The match was one of the objects. He needed to light the match first!

 

"I need to light the match first before I can light the candle or the woodstove."

 

The god nodded, "Correct. You may pass."

 

 

The man proceeded to the next god. The next riddle was this. A man wanted to enter the gates of heaven but did not know the password that was required to pass the Celebrix. He waited by the gates and listened. An acceptee knocked on the door and the Celebrix said, "twelve." The person replied, "six " and was let in. A second acceptee came to the door and the Celebrix said, "six." The member replied, "three" and was let in. The man thought he had heard enough and walked up to the door. The Celebrix said ,"ten" and the man replied, "five." The Celebrix struck down the man and banished him to the gates of death. What should the man have said?

 

Young man was caught off guard by the first god's riddle. He didn't know what to say. The riddle repeated over and over in his head. Stumped, he asked the god what would happen if he got it wrong.

 

"The same punishment the Celebrix gave the man in the riddle will be yours."

 

The man shuttered. He had to get this right. He replayed and replayed the Celebrix words and the people's answers. What other similarity was there?! He hadn't come all this way only to lose at the first sign of trouble. That's when it hit the bright young man. He had finally realized the similarity.

 

"Three!"

 

"What?" the god replied.

 

"Three! The answer is three! The Celebrix lets in those who answered with the same number of letters in the word as the Celebrix said!"

 

"Very good. The gates of heaven are yours. Enter," he replied as a brilliant gate of beams of light materialized in front of him.

 

But the young man refused. He had come here for one reason. He wanted the source of immortality. And he wanted to be an immortal human. He would settle for nothing less.

 

Now came the last riddle. The final god smiled as he begin to tell the tale. A rich merchant announced that a race would decide which of his two sons would inherit all his wealth. The sons were to ride their camels to a certain distant city. The son whose camel reached the city last would be given all the merchant's wealth.

 

The two sons set out on the journey. After severals days of aimless wandering, they met and agreed to seek the advice of a wiseman. After listening to the wiseman's advice, the two sons rode the camels as quickly as possible to the designated city.

 

What was it that the wiseman told the two sons? They did not agree to split the wealth, and their father's decree would be followed.

 

This one had the man completely stumped. After a lot of thought, the man conceded.

 

The god replied with a laugh, "The wiseman told them to switch camels!"

 

Quickly countering, the man replied, "I may have failed the final riddle. However, what if I give you a riddle that you can not solve. If I lose you will have me as your slave for eternity. If I win, though, you will give me the formula of immorality."

 

The god didn't seem to care if the boy was offering his soul or not. He did like a challenge, however. His curiosity peaked, the god agreed.

 

Reaching into his backpack. The man quickly wrote several sentences and handed it to the god. Looking curiously, the god inspected the words of the riddle.

 

The old man reached into his pocket and showed the cloaked figure a piece of paper, much like the man had shown the god.

 

I live in the ocean, desert and forest ONLY

I move twice a year ONLY

ONLY the sun can kill me

I can turn into a liquid or solid ONLY

If a human touches me they are killed instantly

Im Blue.

What am I?

 

The truth be told, neither the god or any of his fellow companions could determine the answer to the riddle. So finally conceding, the offered the young man the fruit of immortality in exchange for the riddles answer. As enraged as they were for not discerning the answer, the gods made good on their promise. Needless to say, no one was ever been able to make it past all three of the god's riddles after that young man. Quite possibly, the gods began using his riddle. We will never know now. The valley of Resh was destroyed in the original alien invasion and all its wonder was lost with it."

 

The figure was facinated by the old man's story, "But what was the riddle's answer?"

 

"The world may never know."

 

"But surely you know it!"

 

"Maybe when I'm finished with you I will share the secret of the riddle with you. But alas, I'm an old man. A tired old man at that. I really must get some rest."

 

"Wait," the personage interupted. "What is a celebrix?"

 

"A celebrix? They are beast with cat-like heads and human-like bodies. They are the guardians of death. And they are also the undertakers of those fallen and those about to fall. Why do you ask? Do you not know your own history? Or do you tempt to test me?"

 

The old man's question puzzled the cloaked figure.

 

"My questions are my own and my motives our my own as well. You only need to know what I tell you."

 

"I see. Well, don't think any Celebrix will ever scare me. None will take me. I can promise you that no matter how old I become."

 

With that, the old man left. The figure mused over all the old man had said and all he had learned as he headed back to his ship to call it a night.

 

What was the answer to the young man's riddle?

[Yue]

A COM came for his master Domnique. It simply asked for her location and where he could find her.

[Dagon]

::Dagon pressed forward, following the lay lines to a vergent point where the wrongness could be felt most particularily. A sort of psychic pressure was building, not dissimiliar to when one is flying and feels that something is going to pop. The Dark Side ebbed and flowed freely here, washing over Dagon in oily waves. At last, Dagon came upon devastasted ruins, with defiled statues and the smell of dried blood and burnt flesh. Chanting could be heard, so Dagon activated his stealth device and moved in for a closer look. The chanting was soon offset by screaming, and Dagon quickened his pace.

 

Crawling over a lip on the outer ruins, Dagon perched himself on an excellent vantage point overlooking the ruin's interior. Inside he saw several robed individuals, some with green robes, others with midnight blue robes. The ones in midnight blue were tied down, and Dagon could instantly tell that this was the religous equivilant of gang warfare. The apparent leader of the green robed group spoke, and Dagon observed him for strengths and flaws.

 

"This is your last chance, fools, swear allegiance to Ba'al-Sogoth or become the plaything of his minions."

 

::One of the blue robed individuals spat in the face of one of their captors and they all vehemently denied betraying their masters. Now it was the captives that had Dagon's interest. Solas and Kaius were growling softly, murder in their eyes being far different from death on the battlefield. Once again the leader spoke, invoking names unamilliar to Dagon. Distortions like heat waves appeared in the air, and something came through.

 

Dagon had been on Nhagathul enough to recognize a demon when he saw one, but he had never seen one come through like this. It took less than a second for him to make his decision to interfere, and even less time for him to reach the ruin floor. In the blink of an eye, arterial blood was spraying everywhere, coating Dagon's shifting form in red. Solas and Kaius pounced on the demon's shifting form, pinning it down before it's maw even had time to register surprise. Dagon then ripped its insides out with his soul eater claws, entrapping the demon's essence. The whole thing took no longer than ten seconds. That's when his comm beeped.::

 

Infiltrate planetside on my location, need your specialist opinion.

 

::Dagon glared at the chains holding down the captives and their metal melted into liquid, releasing them but burning them severely.::

 

It is my will, and my will alone that released you, bear those marks as signs of your new allegiance to me. Now wait at the entrance and I when I leave I will instruct you on your new ways.

[Bad karma]

Dominique received the reply from Dagon at roughly the same time Yue's comm came in. She nodded her head at the Master Krath's command and then shut down the holo-projector. She sent a return comm to her apprentice with her location as well as a short message telling him to wait in orbit for her to arrive at his location.

 

She sat down in the pilot's seat of her ship and angled the nose towards the surface. While her ship was entering the atmosphere she locked onto Dagon's position and eased the throttle forward until her ship was rocketing over the surface of the planet. Its hull had a reflective surface, so it was hard to notice due to not only that, but also its speed.

 

Soon she arrived near his position, setting her ship down then proceeding to lock it down as she exited it. Her light, silk cloak was caught in the wind as she stretched out into the darkness of the night and locked onto the influential Sith figure. Her approach was like a whisper of the wind, taking barely any time for her to arrive next to Dagon. She offered him a bow then focused on the subject at hand.

 

”œYou needed my opinion on something, Master Dagon?”

[Darth Pravus]

Fatique was now a constant companion to Pravis. He could banish his weakness by drawing on his anger. He did so, reasoning that knowledge of this development would be just as important as the other. When he reached a save obsservation point, he stayed put, using the surveilance microphone attached to his armor to monitor the woman's coninued litany as she further tended to her daughter.

 

A litany that went from angry to a chant moments later that Pravis literally felt charge the air arround him and more importantly, draw up the force. Curious, he crept forward until he could use a cornering mirror to see inside the window without being observed from a passerby or from inside the small, tidy cottage.

 

Inside, he saw the older woman tending to the younger by using the power of the force. He usage, however was far from what he had expected. This woman had power to drain the life energy from a young man whom was gagged, bound and hanging upside down from the rafters of the home.

 

Pravus watched as the daughter's wounds healed and the young man seemed to shrivel up and die. He rather admired the techniques use as an implement of torture, but thought the woman weak for healing a person not strong enough to look after herself.

 

Instead of leaving, however, Pravus thought the cottage itself warranted a thorough search, preferably when the owners were not home.

[Dagon]

Something came through here, a full fledged demon. I knew it was possible for demons to come to our side, but I thought it could only happen at places like Nhagathul. I know you specialize in spirits, what do you think are the contributing factors?

[Bad karma]

”œPlaces like Nhagathul have a Spirit realm that is far closer to the physical realm, in fact I believe that the two have actually merged on that planet. A rare thing to see. In truth, a”¦Demon, as you say, can come through anywhere with the proper motivation or compelling. I could drag one kicking and screaming through and bind it to do my will any time I see fit”¦

 

But there are a few scarce rituals that allow more”¦mundane figures to call upon them, though in those situations they usually call upon them and make it known that they are in a position of subservience to the Spirit in question.”

[Dagon]

Still no match for a Sith, regardless. The situation here presents an interesting opportunity. With the spirit world so close here it will be easier to pull through and bind demons, but it's not at the point of a full scale demonic infestation. Make the creation of these hybrids your primary task, Dominique, but remember to keep a low profile here.

[Durose Roshan]

Roshan's sith fighter, he now styled The Ragnos, finally jumped into the system. I had taken him quite longer than he had imagined, but that had hardly dissuaded him. He had pledged allegiance to Master Hal and her alone. Whether this was a test of his commitment or not, she would not get rid of him so easily.

 

With the tracking systems active, the fighter screamed as it broke the atmosphere and shot towards the surface. Accidentally over shooting his master's landing spot because he didn't see her ship there, Roshan set the fighter down about a quarter of a mile from the location. His instruments said it was there. He could only guess that he just must have missed it or something. He had come in pretty fast, after all.

 

Exiting his vessel, Roshan was convinced that it was well hidden enough not to be bothered by any of the locals. It was time to find his master. With the tracking data linked to his datapad, Roshan followed it like a compass. He would be there in just a few moments.

[Bad karma]

((Bleh...delete..))

[Bad karma]

Dominique raised her left hand and rubbed the side of her head for a moment. This place was indeed a powerful location and would serve well for what he wanted done, but the fact that Roshan had arrived annoyed her. Lowering her hand she nodded her understanding to Dagon and moved to exit the area. She would have to fabricate the physical bodies of the things before she could bind a Demon to them.

 

You'd have been wise to heed my words and seek another to train you.

 

Her words were carried through the night air and into the mind of her former apprentice as she boarded her ship, waiting a few seconds as Paradox followed, then hit the button for the ramp to close. Soon she was in the cockpit, firing up the ship and launching into space to retrieve the proper materials for her new task.

[Darth Pravus]

The oppurtunity to search the home came sooner than he though it would. Toward nightful, he watched the older women exit the home. The younger one, according to his surveillance equipment had been sedated earlier that day and was still sleeping the effects off.

 

Rahalin crept into town under the cover of darkness and slipped into the dimly lit cottage. The first three rooms he searched were unremarkable, clearly belonging to an average citizen of this occupied room.

 

It was in the fourth room, where the younger women still slumbered, that he found the electronic equipment that he had surmised would be here. After checking to insure that the daughter was firmly sleeping, he attached a data intercept module in an unobtrusive (sp) location and begin to sneek out of the room.

 

As he opened the door, he felt something pass by him in the darkness. It radiated a palpable sense of otherworldliness. Whatever it was, it ignored him in favor of the young women sleeping motionless. Rahalin, knowing that something important was happening, paused long enough to leave additonal sensors hidden in the room. He left immediately, not out of fear, but out of prudence.

 

His master had ordered him to remain covert.

 

Once he had found a save location to hide in, he returned to monitoring the feeds coming in from the various surveillance device he had left planted in the small house. He payed particular attention to what was happening to the young women.

[Darth Pravus]

Safely ensconced in his hiding place, Pravus took a moment to deal with the exhaustion that he had been holding at bay for days. Before he allowed the weakness of sleep to overcome him, Pravus made sure the instruments on his armor were recording the events of the house. He then stole softly into slumber.

 

He awoke to the call of something snarling and explosive in his mind. Instantly awake, he began searching for what had awakened him. When no threat in the immediate vicinity emerged, Pravus looked at the display monitor on his wrist. He was glad he had awakened when he did.

 

The surveillance devices he had planted in the room with the young women (Target 2) were paying dividends beyond his expectations. Unlike the last time he had looked in on them, she was sitting up and talking to her mother (Target 2). The result, while rapid for normal healing, he considered normal for someone wielding the force, even in the crude method utilized by Target 1.

 

It was whom they were talking with that made him sit up and take notice. The watery blue outlines of a hologram of one of the planet's occupiers conversing with the two women that Pravus took an immediate interest in. In the intelligence package he had read through before leaving his master's ship, Pravus had learned the rank badges of the occupying host. He immediately labeled the hologram Target 3.

 

Target 3's rank tabs indicated he was second in the order of responsibility for the invading alien's occupation forces. Both women were avidly listening as he reported to them on the events his government would be responding too. Pravus theorized that though the cults and various rebel groups were quite small and ineffective, they were being used by the occupational forces as Cathar paws against rivals and to justify the careers of more than one official and that these women had found a way to exploit that for their own ends.

 

Pravus knew that both women now shared a common goal for their people and were pursuing the power to bring that goal to a reality. He marked them for continued surveillance and then turned to the data being revealed by the computer tap he had set in place.

 

Worms sent via the tap to the computer's on both ends of the connection were downloading hordes of data relevant to his mission. As he sifted through it, a pattern began to emerged similar to the one his surveillance equipment was even now recording. Early in the occupation, powerful individuals from the old feudal society and those identified as possible leaders of any resistance had been given a direct role in the occupation and as a result, a sort of stability had been established with a minimum of violence. Both the religious fanatics and various rebel cells were maintained to provide outlets for any aggression or backlash and, as Pravus had theorized, convince the citizens of the occupying force's home front that their continued existence was necessary.

 

Pravus set his wrist computer to constantly forward the information being downloaded to his master's intelligence experts, then sat back to review the generated information to better examine whether or not his mission was complete or if he should continue.

 

Hours passed as Pravus reviewed the available data and meditated on what his next step should be. With the occupation and native government's essentially one entity, Pravus instinctively knew the next step was to infiltrate the head quarter's facility his electronic surveillance had pinpointed, but he wanted to be sure that no loose ends remained that he should take care of first and that the risk inherent in doing so did not outweigh the potential gains.

 

After examining the data, Pravus decided that the loose ends remaining were better taken care of by other individuals whose specialties they fell under. It left him to answer the question of how he was going to enter a secure facility with his rudimentary force skills and the best surveillance technology offered by the Empire.

 

The idea that came to him was just as instinctive as his initial idea to infiltrate the headquarters, so he sat down and began to review the equipment his master had available. When he found what he was looking for, Pravus grinned at how easy it would be should but one piece fall into place.

 

He glanced at the surveillance images being generated from his monitoring from the house, and realized the force had delivered what he had needed. With a feral grin, he made his plans and set out for the rendezvous point that had been selected for his delivery.

[Sasori]

Nokrt's ship came down in the atmosphere of Ishavara. He felt the presence of dark figures here and he embraced them adding their strength to his own and creating an even larger command of the force than he had upon Corellia. He spotted Master Dagon, who he had seen once before in his Acolyte days and again in his days as an Imperial Officer. He had every aspect of the force Nokrt wished to accomplish mastered and was the ideal teacher in the progression of his increased abilities within the force.

 

Nokrt exited his ship and approached the master with dignity. When he was about a meter away he went down to one knee and put his head into a bow.

 

"Master Dagon, I have come to learn more on the path to become a Great Krath Sorcerer. I know it is not customary for you to be approached in such matters as the Master chooses his apprentice. But I plea for you to take me as your student of the Krath."

 

Nokrt kept his bow and did not look into Dagon's eyes giving him every ounce of respect he deserved.

[Sasori]

Just then Nokrt helt that tremor he felt in his dream. What was he doing on Ishvara his future lied with that mysteriously sexy woman he envisioned in his dream. She was somewhere Nokrt could feel her presence at this very moment. But where exactly he could not tell just what direction it led him in. He looked up to Dagon and stood up to his full height.

 

"I have pressing matters to attend to Master, I shall return."

 

Nokrt went to his ship and made his way into space. Before he exited the system he looked at any news on the Holonet nad heard of a Senate meeting on Serenno. Nokrt, being the sole Chiss in the Empire, thought he should be the best representative for Csilla and jumped off toward the planet of Serenno.

[Dagon]

::Dagon receives a highly encrypted comm from his source. Mulling over the information provided for a bit, Dagon sent out specific instructions to two Sith.::

[Darth Pravus]

Once Pravus was sure that his attempt to infiltrate the alien occupation's headquarter was successful, he direct the take be sent directly to the technicians on board his master's ship.

 

He waited in a secure location for any word from his master, but when nothing was forthcoming he sent a message to him detailing his next move.

 

Pravus then set out to return to the cottage where he had observed his first targets. Something was calling him back there and he decided to head that instinct.

 

Once there, Pravus found a new location from which to observe the cottage and its surrounding village, sure that some inspiration or event would occur shortly that would clue him as to what was so important about this place.

 

((ooc)) Dagon, I wil continue unless you have other orders for me.

[Darth Pravus]

(ooc (No one else has posted in this thread for the last 4 days, so this is a legal double post.))

 

On the hill above the small hamlet, Pravus sat quietly reading through the intelligence data generated by his activities. As it turned out, one of the technicians was an amateur archeologist whom noted several unusual ruins nearby that the cult members occasionally used for meetings.

 

Pravus, with everything secure, decided to visit the site to see if he could discover anything useful that might not be included within either the governments records or be obtained through the various double agents that the occupation government had established throughout the area.

 

The trip there took but a few hours. Once there, Pravus was forced to wade through a series of walls broken during the initial invasion. According to the government data files, the castle had been the site of a minor rebellion by poorly armed radical elements of the local inhabitants.

 

It was in the keep, the castle's last bastion against foes of equal capability that he came across a marvelous find. Behind a well concealed secret wall, he found a trophy room suprisingly intact, and by the three inches of dust and cobwebs everywhere, untouched by anyone for quite some time.

 

He decided that the trove would be fitting tribute for his master, but decided that for discovering it he would keep one small item for himself. A quick search of the room located an equisite set of armor, clearly beyond the capabilities of the natives to manufacture.

 

When he touched the armor, an electric feeling surged up his armor. As he donned it, he saw a mark that he decided to inspect. It turned out to be the mark of a Sith Lord whom had perished during one of the many rebellions against the Jedi.

[Bad karma]

Dominique surveyed the mechanical monsters laid out before her. Paradox sat beside her, as still as a statue. He knew what was to come. He had helped her plan for it even, but in she would be completing the final portion of the task. The female Sith closed her eyes in silent reverence of the Spirt-scape of this planet.

 

Time was not hers to waste though, so she soon turned her back on the site and moved towards the intricately carved alter hidden just beyond the trees. She stopped just short of it, looking down on the single human female she had taken the time to procure. She had stripped the young virgin and bathed her in an assortment of oils to prepare her for the ritual that would aid in the summoning of the proper spirits.

 

From within the folds of her robes she produced a specially crafted ritual knife. Dominique leaned forward, until she was hovering just over the woman with the cold blade of the knife touching her throat only just barely, yet it was so sharp a tiny trickle of blood was still drawn.

 

She offered the girl no final words of comfort; rather she simply kissed her forehead then pressed the knife into her throat. Blood gushed out of the woman's throat, leaking outwards and coating the blade crimson. No obvious emotion was revealed, but the effect had been attained.

 

Dominique could feel them all around her, flocking to her position. She quietly sat the knife down next to the girl, whose life was rapidly fading away as her life's blood escaped her. She wasted no time, beginning to mutter words from a forgotten language. All around her the alien entities that had began to congregate screamed out as her words of power drew them in, towards her blood soaked dagger.

 

The air around the weapon crackled with power and energy, the wind around her picking up as the last of them was forcibly confined into the weapon. Gingerly she reached forward, gripping it and gasping slightly as she felt the power course threw her entire body, invigorating her. With a faint trace of a smile she stepped away from the Alter, moving back to her former position on the overhang, looking down upon the mechanical constructs.

 

She directed her hand at the first of the beasts, channeling the first murderous being into it. She had put the machines in bondage before beginning so as it had its first moments of sentience it found the possibility of murdering its creator impossible. She continued the process for the rest of the constructs, completing her task and sending a comm to Dagon with the location of her creations and his new tools.

[Dagon]

::Dagon received the comm he was waiting for, and bounded back to his ship. Firing up the sublights, he took off into orbit and docked on the Star Destroyer. Orders were dispatched and imperial fleet was mobilized.::

[Bad karma]

A gentle, calming breeze rustled Dominique's hair as the moon cast a silhouette of her lean, petite form across the clearing. She had long sensed the powerful, unmistakable force that was Master Dagon leaving the planet, most likely to take care of some matter of the Sith that was more important then looking over her finely crafted mechanical behemoths.

 

They would remain here until he returned and she would keep them in the bondage she had wrapped around them through the force; if they were released mass destruction and havoc would ensue, and so every last one of them, including their creator, remained still. Not even the expected rise and fall of Dominique's breast could be perceived by the mundane eye.

 

The female Sorcerer was lost deep in thought; introspection had taken hold and refused to release her. She had vividly relived the events of her life all the way up the moment in the Golden Link Casino when her eyes first caught Syn's emerald gaze. She had been fresh from assisting with the subjugation of a system; The Hapes Cluster. The Emperor had allowed her freedom if she helped, since she had been caught assassinating an Imperial Official.

 

 

The wind picked up as her mood darkened. She could feel them all around her, feeding off of the tortured emotions escaping her body. The wretched envy she felt for those that had been graced with a normal, pleasant upbringing. The furious hatred she felt towards those that had ruined her childhood, her very life without an ounce of pity or regret. Though when it was all said and done those emotions paled in comparison to the intense emotions directed at the one and only; Exodus.

 

He had been a beacon of hope for her in what seemed like another life time ago. In his silence she was able to learn so much about him. She had offered him all of the passion and love her heart could muster and would have lain down her life for him, given up anything if it meant she would be permitted but a second more with him. Then he was gone. Always gone.

 

At first, she had tolerated it for she knew he would return to her. More potent and infamous then before, but he would be hers and she his. Then the days began to wear on, slowly turning to months and it ate away at her mind. Her only solace was found in the force; so she trained and studied, taught and learned. For a time it too worked.

 

She had yet to be able and pin-point the exact moment her passion for him had turned to a rampant inferno of hatred and rage. The days since her last encounter with him had merged together. Her dreams and fantasies had become so deeply entwined with reality that she no longer could tell the two apart; something that she would not let a single soul be privy to.

 

Weakness could only be called such if others were aware of it.

 

Her body began to move, without her conscious realization, in a series of ritualistic movements. She performed them slowly and with perfect grace and precision, as would be expected of someone like her. She wasn't much with a lightsaber; but with a pistol or bare hands she wasn't anyone to be taken lightly.

 

The wind began to howl as if all the lost souls the Krath had claimed begged of her to free them, to grant mercy upon them and release them from the eternal torment they would be put through so that the Sith could have better armor and weapons. A flicker of a smile graced her lips, but was washed away just as quickly as she felt the subtle tug of the force.

 

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Twenty minutes had passed and now the Dreadnaughts Spirits lay dormant and would remain so until she drew them back out. They were loaded onto a large cargo hauler and soon she left the planet behind, using the particle trail of Dagon's ship to get an idea of where he had taken off too. Once she had the system locked in, she was gone.

 

((Don't care if that last part is completely plausible, I still did it. Bite me.))

[Darth Pravus]

Dagon's departure rocked Pravus to the core. Gone was his master's dark presence, leaving behind a strange emptiness that combined with his massive disappointment at the condition of the tomb he had located with a great deal of effort ignited a darkness in his soul from which came the birth of a disaster.

 

He took his speeder deep into the most remote section of the planet and located a tribe considered primitive even by the natives of the planet. Even with his rudimentary force abilities, he was able to gain control of the tribe from the shadows, but not to rule.

 

Using the alien's example, Pravus controlled the tribe by co-opting the tribal leaders by concluding an arrangement that was beneficial to both parties. The result was that the chief's pretended to sacrifice several matched pairs of their own tribesman in return for some pretty baubles and to continue the practice once every seven years until the current leaders died.

 

According to their agreement, the tribes people that were sacrificed were under the age of adulthood by the tribes standards.

 

When they awoke at the lair Pravus had constructed, the sacrifices probably wished they had been. For unrestrained by his Master's presence, Pravus had accessed technological and alchemical secrets and began the process to transform his captives according to his darkest desires.

[Darth Pravus]

((ooc)) Okay, still have not heard anying ((end))

 

((ic))

 

While the tomb of the ancient Sith Lord had been a complete disappointment in its lack of artifacts, the structure did provide ample space for the beginning of what Pravus was viewing as the complete restructuring of the planet, its population, and its society. After setting the female members of his entourage to cleaning the place, he set the male members the task of clearing some rubble away from the back of the tomb that he had noticed during his tour.

 

Before joining them in clearing the rubble, Pravus attempted to contact his master through his comlink again. When nothing happened, he widened its range to include both civilian and military frequencies for the empire and received a weak but definite reply to his hailing.

 

A bargaining session ensued in which Pravus and Captain Endora basically laid out their positions and reached a mutual agreement. The ease at which they made the bargain made Pravus glad that his master had given him the advice of not acting belligerently towards others. It made for dealing with non-Sith much easier than had he used more traditional techniques.

 

While he waited for the return of the Endora, he began helping to clean out the ancient tomb. Working alongside his erstwhile subjects, he began to get a feel for the abilities and charisma of each of them even while establishing himself as both a bridge between the separated sexes and as an authority figure. It was difficult work, especially since Pravus was an outsider in many ways to the adolescents but eventually the work was rewarding.

 

One of the females was removing dust from an antechamber when she tripped a hidden catch and a section of wall near the males swung open noiselessly. Pravus examined the cavern beyond and ordered all but two of his charges to resume their work while the three of them went deeper into the tomb of this ancient Sith Lord.

 

Pravus kept a tight reign on his emotions and proceeded with a great deal of caution. His own master had told him apocryphal tales of how Sith Masters would trap their own tombs, ensuring that any invaders would pay a heavy price for any intrusion.

 

The massive ramp the trio was descending was wide enough to accommodate and AT-AT. Made of a luminescent native stone, it was polished to a rough finish and carved on one side with what Pravus recognized as being a Sith Alphabet. He ignored the other side until the female native said something to herself.

 

Pravus turned to see the girl regarding the other side of the walkway with a strange look upon her face that he had to take a moment to understand. She was examining one symbol, tracing it with her finger and making a ”œBwa”

[Darth Pravus]

On a silent, unknown planet, once dominated by a Dark Lord of the Sith, an apprentice with no name, no rank, and no master sits in the cockpit of a fighter whose lean outline and general shape mark it as a Sith predator.

 

As he studies the controls, a timre activates on a console in the control room.

 

It reads, "Unauthorized access, final solution commencing in 10..."

 

On a silent, unknown planet named Ishvarra, an energy blossom is recorded as far away as Coruscant. Eventually, independent scouts, desperate for a few credits follow up on the reports and see out the source of that explosion, thinking that they might find some new proto-star, or age massive super-weapon left over from Palpatine's empire.

 

They go away puzzled, finding nothing but the burnt out cinder of the planet Ishvarra, a ruined sphere slowly flying apart from the disruption of its core.

[King Kheldar vos Correlli]

Just a qualifying heads up- While you're welcome to annihilate everything on the planet and wipe out all traces of life and civilzation on it, the actual, final, irrevocable destruction of a planet is against the rules of the RP. Ishvarra is a burned out cinder of a planet, but no more.