Kamino

[Yue]

Yue was pushed back. Yue looked at this women. She was starting to drive him crazy. He would show her what he was made of and then some. He could feel the manlipuation of the force being generated into currents and then used to repel him. Yue force jumped into the air and came above his target. Yue let a force blast erurpt from his palm. The senesation was differnt some how. He let the force flow as much he could. However she dodged the attack and only a crated from where his attack made contanct was left. Yue force ran to Dom upon landing and followed with a upper cut. The attack made only the slightest touch. Only a slight scratch was proof that it even connected. With every movement she made she was provking him. Yue would not let this stand.

[Ason Antilles]

((Pressed for time so I'm ending this without having really accomplished much.))

 

Ason's foot wormed itself into the tight wet suit provided him by his master, stretching to fit perfectly over the garb he already bore almost as though it were a second layer of what he already wore. After but mere seconds the apprentice appeared fully dressed in what it would require to withstand the harshness of Kamino's waters”¦ although that statement didn't necessarily ring true completely. The truth to the matter lay in that what was required to withstand such tortures couldn't come in the form of gear, something donned and then cast aside”¦ no”¦ it was what was inside the men that would allow them to breach the surface of the water in order to accomplish this task.

 

Tethyn's ever-growing distaste for Tiana had become undeniably clear, taking a far more crystalline quality to it as ever comment referring to the girl seemed to be a brutal stab at her reliability. It seemed impossible that one whom held so much untapped potency to fall prey to any founded cynicism, yet lately there had been one lesson learned by the man that proved more true with time: Impossibilities are but mental limitations placed upon one's self as an excuse, a scapegoat for the weakness of the one who expressed the plausibility of such a concept. Reality wasn't defined by the bounds of the galaxy, yet everything was a mental struggle where perceptions derived their meaning from and where the eloquence of an idle mind dramatically influenced all happenings.

 

”

[Tiana Calthye]

((This post covers a fair chunk of time I've been down with allergies/asthma. I'll trust there's no wrong way to do this post, so it shouldn't matter that my knowledge of chemestry and Sith alchemy is minimal. Sorry about the delay.))

 

Greenroom...

 

She had been instructed to water plants; a fortunate bucket was filled from the faucet tapping into the planet's extreme amounts of water. Watering them, she was almost suspicious as to what they might be forced to later on do. This Sith seemed to be some sort of alchemist, a delver in arts both dark and light, both suspicious and nochelent.

 

She didn't think their goal was to turn lead into gold.

 

No. her mind whispered as she watered the plants which wouldn't be used for the organic experiment. They use blood and souls and turn them into weapons. Perhaps, then, they can reverse it. They could take cold metal, and turn it into a soul...

 

They're not so human, are they?

 

Water spilt from the bucket; she had to return and refill it three times to water the plants enough to continue flourishing in the greenhouse's warmth. It was a small bucket.

 

They're more like... demons.

 

But Jedi aren't angels, are they?

 

Tiana set down the bucket after finishing with the plants, returning to the instructions which sat ontop the pile of various books and assorted statements.

 

No...

 

Jedi are evil.

 

Confined to themselves.

 

They might not kill; they may not be dark, but they're evil nonetheless.

 

She scanned the handwritten (Tiana didn't see much of that anymore; another way in which either the Sith were lesser, or far, far greater. To humble himself to writing by hand... hah) page, and grimaced. Simple enough... for an alchemist.

 

She exhaled, debating which should be the best to do first””harvesting organics, or making a solvent. Both carried the risk of being harmed left in open air for a bit of time, but the latter might be able to be sealed away.

 

Saying you can't is limiting yourself.

 

The Sith's workshop seemed impeccably organized, though with a task to do, she spent little time looking around, but for the ingredients required. The strange normality of the chemicals under use were almost suspicious; she didn't want to know what he wanted to do with a mix that seemed to her like it would be explosive.

 

Various carbons, chalk, and even juice...

 

No, no... not apple juice. She blinked owlishly, attempting to see what else it might have been, and finally decided that Aplieice was probably a chemical. And the cerculean liquid was very alien, and very different from a beverage, both in smell and appearance.

 

Some of the more common ingredients required burning and careful mixing to achive a certain appearance or texture or result, the instructions had, well, instructed her. Condensendingly, no less. She had long since sensed the departure of the two Sith (particularly Ason, as she now realized attacking his mind had left rather odd results, at the least, though she hoped the most, a minor ability to sense where he was) by the time the solvent looked approximately like the end result should've been.

 

It smelt a bit suspicious too, almost smelling like nothing. Anything containing that amount of weird chemicals, she thought, should've been boiling with steam and smelt like animal fodder.

 

It didn't.

 

Tiana mentally checked with a bit of careful use of the Force to make certain that leaving it exposed to oxygen wouldn't cause any detrimental results before leaving it and going to harvest the plants he required.

 

She doubted the existance of either the dark or lightsides of the Force. But she didn't doubt that people could make it dark, in the same way as making cake. Just add cocoa powder, instead of omitting it. It's the maker, not the cake that choses its color.

[Bad karma]

Dominique slid to the side like a specter in the shadows. His anger was given no leash, rather it controlled him. She slowly led him into a trap, opening up a certain portion of her defenses to let him believe he was gaining an upper hand. She raked her eyes down the length of his arm as it shot outwards towards the opening...then without warning her trap slammed shut.

 

She caught his arm with both hands and twisted him around, causing him to flip off of the ground and into the air. She slammed the palm of her other hand into his chest and sent him hurtling into the wall. She was less then impressed with his control over the emotions that had full reign over him.

 

"You must focus your anger into a fin point, hone it until a finely crafted killing machine. Only then will you have a chance at hitting me."

 

She turned on her heel, motioning for him to follow. He obediently followed her through the compound and into the hanger. She slipped into a freighter and fired it up; it was time she joined her brothers upon Mechis.

[Yue]

Yue was slammed down into the ground. He looked into Dom's eyes as his anger climbed higher and higher. Then with simple words Yue regained himself.

 

"You must focus your anger into a fine point, hone it until a finely crafted killing machine. Only then will you have a chance at hitting me."

 

Yue calmed himself. He could see clear and knew she was right. He stood up and was told to follow. He walked into the ship and blasted into space.

[Oblivion]

Approach the hangar, a large opening was revealed, filled with knee high water where both Master and apprentice stepped onto. Moments before they descended into the mouth of the great encompassing sea, the Sith Lord made it his right to reveal a small communication device, especially adapted to the survival suits, and hand it to his counterpart.

 

”œFasten this behind your ear. These will allow us to keep an open link between one another while underwater, as well as help alleviate the vast pressure we shall both be experiencing. Although, I want this also to be a test of your will.. It's at a low enough setting to ward any deadly levels of pressure, but will not work as a fail safe to the pain that will be caused as result of such extreme pressures, either..”

[Dagon]

::Dagon emerged from the waters and boarded his ship, heading for the machine world of Mechis III with detatchments of Genesis division and clone technicians.::

[Oblivion]

..Before the answer could be brought upon the already exasperated young man, the fist of his superior thrusted into his gut, quite literally knocking the wind out of him. With his other hand, the Sith Lord aided his fall to the ground, easing him down and whispering into his ear.

 

”œ..Your period of usefulness will come with time. For now, adhere to those emotions I have felt inside you. They will be your only key to unlocking the prison I'm sending you into.”

[Ason Antilles]

Ason emerged into the harsh currents, pressing against his body and stretching as far as his perception could reach, feeling as though the limitless expanse of Kamino's seas could stretch into the realms of infinity. If he hadn't been to the surface, seen from the comfort of the sky the surface of the water, then he would've assumed that one was possible. However, that was the least of his worries, and all of his thoughts melted away as the sight of his item of interest sprang into the forefront of his mind.

 

The sponge reef was reddish in nature, yet the darkened depths of the ocean obscured the firebrick reef with a bluish tint. Yes, it would be a marvelous component in the creation of the weapon it was intended for, a potent ingredient that had been dreamed of by the ingenious of the sith apprentice. Now it was within his grasp, close enough that he felt he could reach out and grasp it even from such a distance. And while he was pondering upon this, while he was realizing just how near he was to the completion of his most advanced weapon to the date, he was suddenly bombarded with the harsh prospects of reality”¦

 

Pain”¦

 

Pressure squeezed and tugged at his skin nearly instantly, scattering the numbness of fascination which accompanied his momentary detachment from the matter at hand in order to further muse and mull around his own idle dreams. Now such pain became crystalline clear, woven into his very being as it attempted in vain to crush his structure and crumple it to oblivion. The steps that Tethyn had taken to prevent such depths from claiming him due to such pressure were proving sufficient, yet they also let the pain in as was also the intention”¦ Ason liked it.

 

A sweeping smile spread across his face, masochistic in nature as it harnessed the pain to keep his vigilant senses alert while he plunged to the sea floor. There, he carefully extracted some of the reef with a simple cutting knife, knowing full well that more precise tools which used lasers to cut would be ineffective underwater. While he did such, his hand wavered slightly due to the harsh pressure collapsing upon him, palpitations slowed dramatically by the resistance of the water.

 

After obtaining the specimen, Ason closed his eyes and simply kicked himself to the surface, propelling himself upward until he finally found himself back at the base. After removing the garment which had fit tightly over his clothes, he discarded it and shook off the residing soreness that his body had sustained even after he had emerged from the undulating waves of the ocean. His time in the water was complete, and now would be the moment where he finally finished his new weapon.

 

Ason ..I must make a venture off world to Mechis III. I am needed by the Order.. Look after the lab while I am gone and finish your weapon.. I eagerly await to see its completion..

 

Yes, he has confidence in me”¦ I will not disappoint. I never disappoint.

 

The apprentice didn't seem to walk across the halls, yet he appeared more to hover over the very ground he walked on with increasing speed”¦ every second counted down in his mind until he would hold the finished product in his hand. Such a though spawned excitement from him, and as he once again stepped through the threshold into the room in which the weapon was being forged, it was quickly accepted that the weapon would be his pride and joy very soon. Even before its genesis it was his pride and joy”¦

 

With tender care the sith apprentice produced the ingredient he had so recently acquired in the depths of the planet's oceans, staring at the sponge reef for the last time before it would be used in the creation of his weapon. Then it was cast into the metallic liquid, floating atop the burnished silver sea as a lone island. However, when exposed to the unrelenting flames, the firebrick sponge drowned itself into a charred sable as the searing fingers of the fire caressed it. Before long, it had disappeared below the melted, viscous refined metals resting in the mold.

 

Now Ason would have to wait”¦ an unenviable position for one whom held such large dreams with such a weapon. Everything he had put into this weapon would soon be tested as the cooling occurred, and soon the fruits of his labor would be exposed to the outside world.

 

”

[Tiana Calthye]

Unable to hear his thoughts, opinions, it was still there. His Master differed from her Master, a different sort of existance... the apprentice, and a servant barely permitted to live, and one who would be forced into darkness against her beliefs if that was what it took to form a Sith.

 

But was it even possible to take a Sith's shape and pour in the melted Jedi to fill those locations? Oh, certainly, one entirely light could be turned entirely dark. But a part of Tiana didn't fit the mold. It neither was, or wasn't. It was something in between.

 

It was something...

 

No.

 

The fragments of what might be able to turn her entirely dark had not yet been birthed, only teasing the corners that made up her mind. And perhaps not even her own mind yet, for they hadn't yet reached their genesis. There was nothing more than a possibility to remain.

 

Hello, Tiana...

 

On the same side, at least partly. Her fingers itched to drop the knife she wielded for harvesting organics, or hurl it into the young, so bold... Sith. Even now there was a distaste in her mouth at the thought of only delving into darkness for power.

 

You should try to find out about Leo, Tiana, the voice whispered. He could never have been quite Jedi either. Was he dark? Was everything you held to a...

 

Lie?

 

Little puppet.

 

She didn't glance up from her work for another moment, attempting to disregard the chaotic jumble of voices in her mind for a moment. And even still, it was only a brief moment that she cast a dark gaze up at Ason.

 

"No, I doubt I have." Her accent was stronger, more pronounced with... the release of the immature spell with which she had attempted to ever so slightly control the younger Sith... It was just Tiana now, after all. "I think he'd have preferred me, were I really a Jedi." She had made up her mind long before this point, it was just vocalized now. "It's very hard, you see, to turn someone dark when they hardly believe in it as it is. Jedi, at least, believe in absolutes. To an extent, you see. If you referred to physically””" She cast a down glance at the plant she held, picking a hard piece from its shell. "””well, I suppose I'll recover. Mild burns, blood loss... nothing more."

 

Tiana smiled humorlessly at Ason. "And you, to keep the trend of meaningless conversation? You seem to have physically recovered well, if not mentally..."

 

On the same side now, perhaps, but still edgy.

[Oblivion]

The reoccuring visual of the numerous storms collecting the ever vast pool of endless ocean appeared soon enough. Carrying back into manual functions, the Sith Lord made a steep landing before braking easily, carrying the bottom of the custom shuttle to land with ease. Breaking away from the pilot's chair, he ventured towards the back of the ship, gathering the cloak he had hung for the long flight, and redressed it upon hmself.

 

Fastening the last chord of the chain hung loosely around his neck in order to suspend the long, frayed onyx cloak, his eyes flashed back to his accomplice, hands positioned at his waists.

 

”œHope you don't mind a quick walk to the lift. Our operations are run in secrecy far below the city's surface. Even though all the natives have been eliminated, all the building over run, we have taken great strides to keep all our operations secret from wandering eyes. There are too few we can trust, now, to witness such things.”

[Exodus]

Following rather questioningly behind Darth Oblivion, the force of the weather conditions collided with Exodus' powerful build. He'd allow the space between the two to increase as he stopped in the midst of it all. The unruly waters were something of a symbol as he halted just to take a further glance. Passionate, luminous eyes pierced the depths of the ocean, gawking upon it as if he wished to own it.

 

The suspense was killing him, the crashing sounds of the restless waters against the structure, the echoes of boots marching upon eminent surfacing, beautiful. High up on the innovative canvas, Exodus stood like an unyielding pillar of dominance. Eyes gleaming to the backwards productivity of everyone's actions in general, how much was actually hidden to him?

 

Putting the thought aside, the march throughout the storm continued in silence, as two legends walked a single path.

[Oblivion]

There was a small overhang that drew over the pair as they approached the lift, openly set for immediate departure upon their arrival. Three of the elite squadron troopers had submerged to operate the lift, lowering them down once they were both securely within the air tight chambers. Motors worked up , pushing large quantities of water back outwards from behind to propel them furthur and furthur down. The ride was relatively smooth, pulling into the hangar bay of the underwater facility below within a respectable time frame.

 

A quick procedure was made from the operators inside, draining the water from their entry and offering a clear dry ramp to escort across through the main structure. Darth Oblivion was the first to exit from the opened hatch, handing off his cloak to one of the Falleen slaves, as another was directed to relieve in turn his partner's wet garments.

 

Tugging loosely at his long sleeves, adjusting to the warmer depths the labortory had in comparrison to the surface temperature, he kept in step with his own pace while the wandering motion of his hands pointed out various rooms they crossed before entering their final destination..

 

”œOver here, we are already in the process of creating a syrum that will enhance not only the troopers exposed, but also give restoration abilities to inorganic material as well. Various alien species are known to regenerate. Our goal, with that certain project, is to accelerate to allow our troopers and war machines alike a higher survival and endurance rate in the act of battle..”

[Exodus]

”œRemarkable.”

[Oblivion]

”œExcellent. Now,”

[Exodus]

Concentration and state of mind purely interested on the happenings remained absolutely focused. He spared no moment examining the punishment displayed upon the minion; rather, he invested his awareness to the foreign materials at hand. The whole process was quite unique, while the stench provoked Exodus' sense. His lips parted slightly in barely discernible excitement, he had done this before, Tethyn had no clue, but it was in an entirely different method.

 

Once again pride blind the Sith Lord from what Exodus' has endured throughout his times of trial and error. Dealing with spirits, manifesting them into weapons of destruction? Not something he had considered, but souls were something of his specialty. The deadened souls cried out in a frequent chime, the howls becoming nothing more than a chip on his shoulder at this point, after all, he was once deemed Nurgle's Reaper, an art he beckoned not to abuse, but an art he had used nonetheless.

 

The question left to dangle amongst the lifeless air as no response was met; Exodus knew full well that he couldn't help continue with or without an answer. His eagerness weighed now, not exactly content with merely observing and being cultured similar to these insignificant laborers lying about. Regardless, he revealed nothing, remaining expressionless save for the show of interest dignified within his powerful eyes.

[Oblivion]

The depths of his eyes revealed the manner of his answer, nodding very still to the agreeable transaction of formless words. It was in his nature to preach and tell, 'though it seemed he had originally underestimated the fullness of knowledge the Sith Master held. Again, he had been so accostumed to this style and manner that he had to force himself to divert otherwise, refraining from explainations and honing in on pure motions.

 

Skillful hands plcuked the gloves from his hands once more, hanging them momentarily by the dwindling furnance's fire as he came back to the laboratory chambers. Sweat exuded from his forehead, muscles pleasantly teeming with a corrosive burn that stirred him furthur to continue on without fail. Lifting one of his containment jars and revealing a lively soul trapped within a large flask, his hands began to move over the glass, stirring it up as one would do with any other chemical.

 

The harvest from Nhagathul was great and plenty, filled with the tortured devices used to inact the deaths of untold number of cursed beings that plagued the deadlands. It's energy and deep driven hate would prove the best conduct for the organic material to be stirred by, integrating the soul with the simmering dark organic material until it shone a dark navy colour. The surface now had definitive artifical veins that graphed along its surface, able to stimulate the muscle underneath as well as be controlled remotely by the power of darkness he already controlled.

 

Putting both skin and frame together, molded the perfect armor. Sleek in design, lightweight and freeforming, as well as hardened to absolute perfection, the Sith's masterpiece had been finished at long last. Sparing no moment to head towards his private side quarters, stripping himself of his shirt and slacks to morph the full one-piece armor set across the majority of his body. It extended over his mechanical legs down to his ankles, stopping just below his chin, only his face, hands, and feet exposed from its reaches. The armor enhanced his physical physique, accentuating his chest, biceps, and calves thrice fold.

 

In order to conceal the identifty of wearing such armor, he disguised it underneath a long black robe, similar to his cloak, with a long silver zipper running down the middle of his body to where the robes ended by his ankle. Each long black sleeves extended just over knuckles, exposing the tips of his fingers when he stood up straight. The hood was wrapped overtop his scalp, leaving only the bottom half of his face to light, while his eyes were shrouded in darkness.

 

..It is done, then. Only my weapon lies in wait before I have reached the pinnacle of my ability as a craftsman. I shall settle for no less.

 

Stepping out of his private chambers, he revealed himself once more anew to the astonishment of those around him, especially those who were accostumed to his usual look. Underneath the shade of the hood, the faded grey pupils directed towards Master Exodus, hard and strong in tone.

 

”œAre you ready to fulfill your true potential now?”

[Exodus]

The appearance was more than suitable for the said Darth Oblivion, a mastermind of sorts. The completed effort was quite astonishing and noteworthy as he examined whatever available aspect was shown to him before it was engulf by a brooding robe. His mind still boggled more possibilities as he stood though, and a deep interest built within him inevitably. Ready to fulfill his full potential? The question struck him sooner than expected and so Exodus reacted accordingly.

 

”œFirst”¦”

[Oblivion]

The gleem certainly caught him by a remarkable degree of surprise, the chains that hung loosely across his neck shifting as his boots shifted back a pace. Voices were heard, not only the man's own, but other ones, multiple. Clearly, there was much more to this man then what met the surface, far more mysterious in his ways of dealings. While as he, his own, tended to go about the approach in a far more direct, underlying manner; where truth was rarely found, only to the ears of those who knew his dealings and mannerisms.

 

..Can it be? He, too, has control of souls?..

 

Listening closer, there was a definite howl that seperated what cosmic energies felt by the presence of them, compared to his own abyssal minions, that vastly contrasted. These were not weary souls, seeking to the darkness for power. They were souls whose hearts were drained, forever bound to slavery in the chains that wrought their existance to such a fate.

 

No, it must be.. the undead..

 

While it warranted what awe to become of the act, the idea was still relative in the Sith Lord's own chaotic and twisted, yet fully creative mindset. Rather then fear, or even revere, such a feat, he stood back in silence for the moment until the transferal of knowledge linked between the two.

 

Like a vibrant series of flashes, the visuals were implanted infront of him, carefully depicting the designs of a newly fashioned weapon, a type that would possess phenomenal potential for the manner in which it was described to him. Opening his eyes larger, then sinking to an emotionless look, the man solemnly nodded to his partner.

 

”œ..Intriguing. 'Though my own expertise fails in the ways of creating this type of weapon, for I have no lightsaber of mine of my own nor do I wish to create such a thing, it's alchemic eye I can give to you through my own labors. The rest I leave to you.”

[Exodus]

Swiftly receiving the bizarre request in open palms, Exodus' diverted his attention elsewhere. At first, he evaluated everything within the laboratory, realizing that all he needed would be here. The pause proved to be most introspective as he stood allowing the crazed eye embedded within the chain to tremble with certain paranoia. Noticing that he could progress appropriately, he continued. Exodus' tossed the chained-eye upon a bare surface-top, suddenly, at speed - moving towards an array of fastened jars. An interest peaked as he observed the substantial amount of subjects to disposal; everything from skins, solids, liquids, organics, and so forth were accessible.

 

He'd then reach into his own confines and reveal his lightsaber once more, but with differing intentions this time around. Another table which seized an additional slew of tools was apparent and was no sooner headed towards. His face remained expressionless but the excitement echoing within his bones did not falter one bit. One arm reached out towards a diminutive instrument, grasping it while scrutinizing its effectiveness. This particular device allowed him to unhinge the qualities of his custom lightsaber, disassembling it and carefully organizing the pieces by one another.

 

”œNext”¦”

[Ason Antilles]

((Beginning to feel better, so here's a short post))

 

Ason stared as his master's hand flew across Tiana's face, reddening her cheek with colossal force. Yes, it was all at the cause of his idle chatter that she had been punished, yet this didn't force any guilt into his strained mind. He was unaware of her orders, and if she was undeserving of such an insulting blow then she would've enlightened him as to her predicament. Besides, such a maneuver was less intended for physical pain and appeared to be more of an insulting confirmation of his authority over this young girl.

 

The sith apprentice walked out of the room quickly, nodding to Tiana in a brief, wordless reply to her question. The conversation would end there, as it had been abruptly halted by the actions of his master. This allowed Ason to turn away, knowing that what awaited him in the room he was heading towards would not let him down. Though his expectations were high for this weapon, he was confident that they would be surpassed by his efforts and workmanship.

 

I've spent too much time on this to have it be a disappointment.”

[Oblivion]

Observing the actions of the Sith Master, gracefully turning back on his heel to give the man space to manuver, his eyes gleemed over the process in which he rather uniquely went about the process of such a weapon. Though, underneath the darkened veil, his eyes focused on the other side of the hallway, where the caste of his apprentice's own creation had been finished in vibrant detail. Allowing the man furthur room to exercise to his pratice freely with all the materials and equipment he would ever need, Darth Oblivion manuvered across the floor, making not a trace of sound as each soft sole of his boots dampened the sound the act had created.

 

Pride shone in the veiled grey orbs as he stood abashed from Ason, noting with a very outwardly tone as the rest of him engrossed the refined detail of the comprehensive weapon, breathing in the darkness that embodied his soul and let it outwardly spread with the exhale of his very breathe.

 

”œMagnificant.. Your skill has improved vastly from the axe you once manifested. I am impressed,”

[Exodus]

Vibrant, multihued distortions of luminosity shot out from the nebulous ring of alchemic symbolism. It was a brilliant display that the known Darth Oblivion would not privilege himself in seeing as he left to attend other matters. The surface of it all was eye-catching most definitely, but what was happening within the mind of Exodus was in a whole other diversity. It was an incomplete void of darkness, tunneling through catastrophic bends and crooks; it appeared as if dynamic chains of genetic material surfaced through the floor covering and intertwined, creating an enormous contraption of raw energy.

 

Explaining it to the fullest would be most unfathomable, but the reality of it was real. The urn itself began to tremble; beginning with a low rumble to an ecstatic spasm. The vast graveyard that was the galaxy itself, moaned with grievance, voiced through the vessel known as Exodus. His meditation allowed the two to interconnect and the cries of an immeasurable magnitude of souls were echoed. This world itself would be witness to the occurrence, as well as those who inhabited it ”“ but only those who didn't turn a blind eye.

 

Then”¦ Silence.

 

Just as it all had happened, it had stopped. Breaking free from the abstraction, Exodus' lifted his eyelids and exposed overly hued emeralds; Rapturous in its wake. The illumination within his eyes eventually faded to its more consistent exposure as he moved from his seated position and made way for the dormant urn. Lifting the lid caused a substantial amount of steam to exhaust into the filthy air. Allowing the container to clear, he'd place his hand above the urn and summon his creation to his palm.

 

The sophisticated lightsaber hilt had mutated”¦ literally. The design now held a most unordinary membrane swallowing its entire build as if it was skin itself. The hilt had immersed itself in a mysterious substance, still holding its snake-style shape but becoming a black, silver creased article of life; in the vein of breathing. The hilt became beneficially longer, and as it was suspended in the air before him with the power of the force, a phenomenon uncovered itself. In the exact core of the hilt, an eye opened for but a short-lived second, was it an illusion?

 

He'd reach out and grab the weapon with a judicious smile, gripping absolute excellence within his hands. Time stopped, sound ceased, motion became nonexistent and all attention was focused on this moment, centered on the weapon of desolation and anguish. In one stroke, two overwhelming eruptions of energy split out of each end; shredding the atmosphere beautifully, humming in pure sentient and shifting earthly air-pressures as if bending the room with its initial release.

 

”œPerfect”

[Ason Antilles]

Ason took the weapon into his hands, feeling the vivid currents of darkness rush through their confines and spread to his arms. Intoxicating. Majestic. Cold. Shivers pulsated throughout his limbs as the knife and sickle were grasped firmly in his palms, the chain coursing with an electric vitality like no weapon the apprentice had ever felt. The metal begged to take and capture life, crafted with the ability to immure the very soul and essence of a human being within them. It was glorious.

 

”

[darth shadowlord]

Draken landed his ship on one of the outside landing pads. He stepped out of his ship and was met by a stormtrooper that appeared to have the same thoughts about the rain. The stormtrooper motioned toward a door and Draken followed him inside.

 

Draken looked around the inside of the compound, which appeared to all be the same bright white color which was rather distasteful to Draken and a bit hard on his eyes. "Trooper."

 

"Sir"

 

"Where can I rest at?"

 

"Follow me." The stormtrooper led Draken to a set of quarters that werethe same bright white which he was growing to hate. The stormtrooper saluted, then left leaving Draken alone to think for a while.

[Oblivion]

”œAs you can tell, this is no ordinary step. What you have accomplished brings you closer to your freedom from me, to experience the world on your own terms, not mine..”

[Dagon]

::Dagon arrived at Kamino with his work at Mechis complete, for the time being. His PDA listed several Sith requesting alchemical sorcery training, and Dagon decided it would be best to attend to that issue before his next project. He commed one of the clone administrators to clear a university district for a few days, one with labs. The undersea facilities would remain reserved for Krath only. With everything set in motion, he sent out comms to the requesting sith to meet him at the university.::

[darth shadowlord]

Draken heard the comm for certain sith to attend the master Dagon at the university. Draken stood to his feet and walked out the door. As soon as he walked through the door he met an stromtrooper that pointed him in the direction of university.

 

In a short time he arrived at the university and bowed as he saw the Master Dagon. "Master"

[Exodus]

Deep, ill-omened auras sprung from every which angle of the newly created weapon of choice. A trance if you will was what Exodus was captured within. Eyes glazed over the organic construction of the hilt as he began to fathom its usefulness. At ones' first look, besides the macrobiotic outlook, it'd come across as any other ordinary Lightsaber. Truth be told, it inherited a rather state-of-the-art fundamental nature that was yet to be revealed.

 

His attention turned towards the voluble Darth Oblivion, he spoke of something that would represent a greater plane of existence; something so perverse in the darkness that it could only mean pure malevolence. Such an achievement would be an honor, and Exodus felt more than content to oblige with the design. But what exactly did this one want to construct? Despite the freedom of creation, this place still held unexplained happenings within every hall and every crevice of the structure ”“ especially since the sickening appearance of Draken was now noticeable. The mongrel that had fled from battle with his tail between his legs, no honor was present with that one, and quite surprisingly Exodus expected great things for him.

 

However the disappointment was buried and he could move onward, fulfilling what was necessary and learning much from this Tethyn as he had promised. Closing the distance between the two dark beings, Exodus looked down to his somewhat smaller colleague and smiled while extending a handshake. He had assumed the formality would match that of Oblivion's strange mannerisms; the most emotion Tethyn had seen by far.

 

”œI'd be honored”

[Oblivion]

There was a definite flash of feeling presented from the other man which seemed to suddenly been buried, only left with a slight notion that some outside force had brought upon such an event. Despite this, the Sith Lord remain concentrated on his duties, straying clear of all other tasks and presences to be honed upon the greatest alchemic obstacle within his path. The ultimate design where no flaws were to be made. Even the consequences of releasing such darkness in an uncontrolled fashion would be devistating not only to the structural integrity of the underwater facility, but to all the lives who dwelled inside it.

 

Never the less, if progress were to be made, certain challenges had to be faced in such a manner. It would symbolise the pinnacle of his strength and intellectuality, intertwining both power and wisdom to manifest what would be rued by both the sinful and the pure.

 

A firm grip enclosed between the two dominant figures, peeling back his hood with one hand as the other remained tight within the motion. There was no need to conceal his face any longer, the fine dark material hanging loosely behind the back of his neck.

 

”œExcellent,”