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As he got closer to his assigned destination, he was certain of the presence. His master had returned from the realm of the fallen. Had it been anyone else, Julio would have found this to a monumental event, but as it was Exodus, he expected nothing less. Leaving your body in an ashen ruin in a war torn base, only to be found with an audience with the Dark Lord on a completely different planet wasn't that far of a stretch for the man. Exodus left Dominique alone in the room, both figures with substantially heavier hearts than when he had seen them last. Did either make any strides? Was the charade to continue on as it always had? Julio pushed these thoughts from his mind as he greeted his risen master.

 

"It would seem you've proven to be Azrael's most elusive prey."

 

He found his place flanking the titan, keeping stride as they walked to what Julio could only assume to be the hanger. He seemed similar, but something had definitely changed, for better or worse, he didn't know.

 

"My ship is ready to depart at your leisure."

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Cold, hallow eyes flickered towards the doorway; in the arch stood a tall, built figure with vibrant emerald eyes”¦eyes that told of untapped wells of passion, power, and ambition. Darkness permeated the air and oozed out of every pore. She recalled experiencing the sudden emptiness that came with the man leaving the planet, the sudden separation anxiety that had caught her off guard and yet here he was; why had the anxiety, the unease, passed and allowed elation to replace it?

 

Her gaze sharpened and pierced the veil. An imposter, come here to tease her senses but unable to fool the mystical bond between her and the one he sought to impersonate. Was it even a he? The well built form of Syn seemed to shimmer for a moment before being replaced with a shorter form. A form that could hold her attention as easy as the one that had been there moments before, it seemed. Long limbs captured her eyes and drew them towards the center, the dim light illuminating a beauty so strong that it was near frightening. Even with closer inspection, it was impossible to discern the gender.

 

A raised eyebrow from her, a devious grin from him. He approached her with grace unheard of, legs carrying a taut, lithe form across the floor and circling around here in mere seconds. Those emerald eyes, they remained even when this thing was seen for what it really was. A shiver tickled down her spine as her eyes began to scan the air around the obvious force user, seeing the subtle colors there that left her curious. Two separate set of emotions could be found, despair and desperation in one and mischievousness and amusement from the other. The emotions were so tightly entwined that a lesser aura reader would have thought them all belonging to this person alone, but no”¦she could see the second soul within the one body.

 

”œYou've invaded my personal chambers, impersonated a man you have no right to impersonate,”


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  • Groundwork ”“

 

The rendezvous to Kamino held more importance than first noticed, there was one who had traveled and accompanied Exodus. His residence within the planet compelled him with a certain task while Exodus discovered the true depth to what was now the Former Empress. The servant was an excellent artist to mention the least, and was quick to uncover past developments that helped this planet prosper with wealth and influence. Graphic representations were his intentions and he had ascertained each piece of the puzzle because of how trivial the past was considered. It was a mission that required no real stress of effort but instead connections and a patience that would allow his studies to be complete. His few sunsets spent here was sufficient, but he remained to confirm that his information was perfect.


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After receiving a kryptic message the Hell's Remembrance touched down on the planet and Tarrian slowly made her way down the ramp with purpose in her step.

 

After a short commute to the estate the coordinates gave, she entered the building and was escorted into a room where a man stood. Her dark eyes burning into his back...

 

"So has my reputation lived up to all that you have heard?"


"When in doubt, Get the Hell out!!!"

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Between the transmissions, he had seen to that the preparations of the fabled woman's journey. An endless surface plagued by that of the elements, surrounded by the dark umbra of clouds regardless of time; some eyes can see despair and emptiness. They were all the same to him, perhaps even more so on Kamino then elsewhere. That little constant of the weather was pleasing when all else seemed to be changing around him elsewhere.

 

Never the less, Oblivion made sure there was an escort and an even surface to guide her into the war halls. The Imperials had fashioned what was above, as he was in charge of what dwelled secretively below. None the less, he was accostumed to the style and decor. The room they met in was spacious as it was luxurious with simple marble and white patterns.

 

Her voice caught him between the gentle pour of a glass, the red vibrant substance flowing into a second cup as the first had filled. One long pale hand stretched across his collar and folded back the dark hood covering his face. Long locks of velvet silver hair fell to his shoulders, a wry glance cast towards the entrance where his guest now appeared.

 

The man gave a quick examination, eyes traveling down her body and tracing back up. There was no doubt; her mere presence exuded that of the fabled queen figure herself.

 

"I favor that which I control... My records have never lied to me before, nor have they here. Welcome, Ms. Skywalker. Please, do sit down."

 

The same hand which had relieved his hood pointed down across the long table to the other side where, after she had been seated, he did the same. The opposite glass that had been poured on her arrival sailed deftly across the air and towards her end slowly, meeting within safe reaching distance.

 

"I apologize that I was so vague in my message... You may call me Oblivion, if you so choose. Titles and names do not savor my fancy as well as faces and expressions though, I must warn you."

 

Picking up the remainder of what was his glass, he held it aloft by his side as he continued to speak,

 

"I was an apprentice of the late Lord Dagon and Dark Lord Kakuto Ryu during his service... It is a shame it took so long for our paths to meet."


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Staring coldly at the man she glanced around the room and moved slowly over to the chair. Taking a seat, she placed her arms on the rests and leaned back.

 

She spoke softly, but her words cut the air like a blade. "Your message was a bit kryptic, you mentioned speaking about the current affairs. What is happening with the Sith, and I have heard chatter about a war going on. I have been away for quite sometime, but when I left the sith were in the very capable hands of Kakuto Ryu. Where is he?"


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"Straight to the point, I see. Yes, well..." The arm which clung to the edges of the cup moved about with a certain rhythm, casually swaying back and forth as if teasing the liquid substance to spill forth from its confines to no avail.

 

"Lord Ryu I have not heard from in ages... I'm afraid I'm not the single best man with all these answers, see. I, like you, have been in retreat to the shadow's touch; dormant, lifeless... I shall inform you the best I can from the information my men have gathered in the past months."

 

Sliding the brim of the glass up against his lips, the man's neck titled back with a slight grimace before both eyes flared back wide once again.

 

"Who rightfully owns the crown title of Dark Lord escapes me, but there is a much larger threat. An ancient race of cybernetic beings threatens the galaxy. As much as I am intrigued by their conquest or purpose, this is a burden that threatens us all. Our own planet of Cardia has been lost, as well as several others, to their wake."

 

There was a solemn pause by the man's speech as he gently lowered the glass infront of him. His elbows rested against the marble surface, hands interlocking together as they now rested underneath his chin.


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As she sat and listened, she took in her surroundings. After he finished and took a sip of his drink, she leaned forward a bit...

 

"So why look me up? I have not been public in quite some time. How did you know I had surfaced again? And last but not least, what do you want to do to correct the current situation of the sith?"

 

((OOC: sorry, but I am going to be off line for about three days. I am going on a trip and will be back on Friday.))


"When in doubt, Get the Hell out!!!"

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"As I stated before, I favor that which I can control. So far, there has been little to hinder this set of values... Time away, secluded in the darkest depths, miles underneath the surface; a man can truly think clear for once."

 

The lids of his eyes parted wide, the edges of the glass rustling back and forth before the seizing hand was gripped at the wrist by the other. Letting out a very loose breath and recomposing himself once more upon the chair, his vacant gray eyes traced once more over his company's figure.

 

"Pardon me. Moving right along," Politely coughing into his hand, his back straightened and leaned forward more with his guest's own posture.

 

"There is nothing more powerful than intelligence. I make a habit of keeping track of activites within the Sith order -- one of the mandates being affiliated with the Krath, you see. You are well known to me by ink, but it is only now I see you with flesh and blood."

 

"I must uphold the order now that I have returned to the surface. I can not do this alone. Once I realized you were still alive, I sought action immediately. I need your skills and your resources to pull this together. Matched with the Empire and manipulating what remains of the Jedi and allies alike, this new war could turn a profitable coin in our favor."

 

Dropping the glass low behind one half of his face, a daring smirk lurking beneath the glossy sheet being turned and contorted further, he uttered but one last statement before freezing still in the stance.

 

"What say you?"


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Tarrian leaned back in her chair and thought a moment. "We can't have the sith suffering now can we. But while money is necessary at times, I have enough now, so even though I'll take what comes my way, I do this for the sith. Where would you like to get started in this little venture?"


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During the brief moment of reflection, the open swishing of air quickly rushing through the still room was felt. Out from the gapping doorway a lone Imperial officer maneuvered across the marble flooring towards Lord Oblivion. Leaning down slightly to match eye levels, the man whispered something in his ear before just as promptly exiting.

 

"Well, now. That is certainly most interesting news."

 

Beginning to rise from his seat, the readjusted the linings of his cloak and finished what remainder was left inside the cylindrical glass shot.

 

"It would appear my dearest friend and ally, Lord Exodus, has been dubbed the new Dark Lord and wishes my company upon Coruscant. You are honorably invited by proxy, I am sure, to attend. This meeting appears to be the same we are carrying here. Perhaps we can both attain more answers with many minds at work."


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Taking a sip of her drink, Tarrian leaned back in the chair... "Well, I don't think we should keep the newest Dark Lord waiting, we should go and greet him and make our presense and re imergence into this time known"


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He staggered to and fro through the streets of Kamino, his body swaying to a rhythm his mind cast as memories reawakened in his mind. He kept his eyes closed as his feet moved one in front of the other, the force guiding him to his destination. He sliced the lock and went in. It didn't appear to have be touched since she was last seen. If there were any clues to his Master's disappearance, this was the only place Julio could think of to look. He remembered the scene perfectly. The two star crossed lovers had finally awoken to their respective fates, their shamed dreams dying before ever coming to fruition. A hint of their bitter sweet sadness remain in the cold room, Dominique's presence commanding still, despite her absence. Drifting his attention from the candied air, Julio took particular interest in the far wall. It was decorated much the same as the rest of the room, hardly anything outstanding about it. But there was something there. He could feel it, he could see it. With a meager release the wall shook, a hollow crater now in the exact spot Julio had been staring so intently.

 

He walked toward the hole, his steps slow and precise, weary of betrayal. His metal shrouded hand move in, quickly taking hold of the small, pyramidal object. It was beautiful to say the least. The woman certainly showed her flare in it's design. The room grew cold, the sound of soft crackling taking Julio's gaze from the small object to the hole in the wall. Dark blue ice had begun to grow around the hole, quickly enveloping the rest of the wall. He began to step back, carefully observing the frozen manifestation as it spread out. Soon the ice was at his feet. With the full extent of his grace he flipped backward toward the door, placing the new trinket in the folds of his cloak before pressing the keypad to open the door. Even still the ice grew, quickly enveloping all the furniture and fixtures housed within the apartment. He palmed the external keypad, latching the door shut. He could hear the ice inside, still growing. He decided to leave before the ice found it's way out of the room and began attracting attention.

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His head tilted slightly as his golden eyes bore past the newcomer's mortal coil in hopes to see this man for what he truly was, only to find his attempts futile. Only when the titan spoke did he make his identity apparent. There was no mistaking the smooth, bone chilling utterance that escaped this particular creature's lips. He reached up slowly, as not to provoke the man, removing his mask.

 

Of course she does Master. She was your creation. The product of your turn at the wheel.

 

Within the presence of his master, Julio once again felt the security he felt during his apprenticeship. To a degree he always felt that if things got far over his head, Exodus would be there, steadfast before all threat of death and pain. This soon was replaced by an all new sense of paranoid self preservation. Though he was sure Exodus could intercept any threat that stood in their way, what new threat did he bring? Now that Julio had grown stronger in his absence, were his intentions the same? Did he still prize Julio as his one and only apprentice? Was there another? Could he be replaced so readily? If so the matter of dominance among the master's students would have to be settled quickly. Julio pushed the thoughts to the back of his mind as he tried to focus on the matter at hand.

 

Any news of said lady? Our Dark Lord has been gone from us for some time.

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”œ”¦What a surprise. You know I don't like surprises.”


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Julio could only stand still as he listened, his whole consumed by his master's presence. He could feel the locals, or some other trivial group coming upon them with the mist. He ignored them as he held on to his master's words, behind them boundless conviction. Exodus had certainly changed in their time apart. Where once his heart held little care for very few things, now his form was set with purpose as he spoke of the order he once despised. As Exodus posed his question, the words lingered in the air, waiting for the only answer Julio was capable of giving.

 

Your path is my path Master. Where you walk, I shall follow. Be it victory or death.

 

For the first time since Julio could remember, he felt truly connected to another being. He and Exodus were in complete understanding, their passions matched. Together they would walk through fire and flames and come out tempered.

 

Besides, they really are one and the same for you, aren't they?

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A light groan exited him as he watched his master ascend. Struck with the sudden appearance of his master, then cast to survival, Julio suddenly felt weary of the games. He counted them slowly, forming the map in his head. Piece by piece it came together until they began to wither away, as if a light breeze in the force scattered them to pieces in the wind. His eyes clutched desperately at the darkness, darting at inhuman speeds for just a glimpse at these new beasts. Panic began to break through the cracks forming in his confidence, held back only by discipline as he repeated the mantra in his head.

 

I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.

 

As the litany rolled on in his head, Julio could begin to feel the small trinket in the folds of his cloak growing cold. His eyes snapped open, the idea seeming so obvious he found himself stupid for not thinking of it sooner. Darkness reveled as his suppression broke free, brought manifest through an eerie stillness in the air. His chest rose slow and high as his eyes stared intently into nothingness, the air sinking and cooling with each exhale. His eyes broke from the void to a small disturbance in the air a few meters in front of him. As the air continued to chill he began to notice more and more rising mists of steam. Even the ones behind him became apparent as

their very life betrayed them with each breath. Julio could start to feel their life escaping them as the crept to. Arms clasped before him, he waited.

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Kamino.

 

It meant nothing. It was dead to him. Waking from yet another twisted meeting with his subconscious, Tel was in no state of mind to have the capability of even remembering why he was here. Movement was nothing, of course, and his body slid from the bed. His bare chest glistened with the sweat of his dreams, slippery under the bright lights. He hated the light. He hated these creatures. Hatred in the morning, his lover to lie beside in the ruffled bed he'd just left behind. Only it wasn't morning”¦no, he could never tell the time here in this place.

 

He dressed, he thought, he spit the vile taste of sleep from his mouth. For a week he had found himself trapped here, without the means to resupply the small craft he'd landed, without the means to acquire the means to do so, and without the patience to wait for the means to acquire the means. Thus, his hatred grew, his anger stirred, and the while room he'd been given as a courtesy had been blackened, in a figurative sense, by his presence. The Kaminoans were gracious enough, courteous enough, kind enough.

 

But Tel'asari only required a ship. A ship to get him off of this planet, a ship to transport him to a place where he could find what he sought; one ship, just one. If they gave him that without their ridiculous antics, he'd have left this world and been that much closer to finding his answers. His attempts to reason with their methods, to understand them, were countered by their lack of presence. They told him to stay in this room, and they did not appear before him. How does one bounce a ball off of a wall that isn't there?

 

The room was hot; its heat inspired by the fire within his body as it writhed and twisted. He could feel the heat as keenly as he felt his own heartbeat. Pound, pound, pound. The rhythmic intricacy sought to drive him back into sleep, back in the heat, back into the nightmares”¦

 

It was the sudden chill that brought him fully into consciousness. Days alone had left him without company save for his demons, and they were creatures born of his core, of his fire. The cold bit at them and they fled before it as children. He felt the chill, but it was still distant. Something”¦told him”¦nursed the thought within him, cultivated the feeling; something was different about this cold. With difference came the unexpected, and with the unexpected came danger. Tel left the room, his dark clothing a meaningless blot under the heavy rainfall of this world that was dead to him. This was different; he left his sword in the room.


"We all fall down." - Domino.

 

Last Bio Update: 4/01/08

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The first of the bunch wasted no further time and exploded into the scene with anomalous speed. He was fast without a doubt and wasn't limited by the confines of the normal; a blur some would mention. His entire frame was clothed, and the rain barely had time to pat down his blackened wardrobe as he sped towards the Sith from behind. His footsteps, even in the puddles seemed quieted and his presence masked. None could discern his intention if it were possible because of the faceless mask he too wore, but it was obvious he meant harm.

 

A few steel projectiles hid inside the palm of the carrier, and with a twitch, were sent like bullets towards the idle man. The move was a test of his attention and whether or not he focused on his counterparts in front of him as he stood there motionless or if his awareness was in fact here. As soon as the projectiles whizzed towards its destination, the man drew two short blades made of an awkward metal material and prepared his next scheme.


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Every breath that lingered in the cold air was like a small, personal gift to him, life ticking away at the assailants' betrayal. One of the original ten had become overzealous as he broke away from the group. This him volumes about the masked lot, the lack of coordination a sure sign of lessened training. Either they had not been told the truth of the threat Julio alone presented, or they had simply been used before they were ready. Regardless of the lone deviant's reasons, Julio doubted he would get another chance to thin their ranks so easily.

 

As the projected blades flew, Julio lurched forward, forcing his torso parallel with the ground as his legs swung up with the flip. The blades flew harmlessly under him as he spun in air. He flicked his legs mid flight to spin himself on a separate axis, his lightsaber finding itself in his hand somewhere in the flight. His right heel caught the ground, his body still in motion of the spin as he brought the crimson blade in a powerful overhead strike while the lightsaber housed in the crushgaunt on his right cleaved upward.

 

((Wasn't sure if we were treating this by dueling rules or not. If so, I'll give the NPC's the chance they deserve, if not I'll cut through them in a couple posts. Up to you.))

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With the realization of danger came the realization that his greatest asset had been left behind, but this was quickly forgotten when Tel saw a flash of red. Here, no this planet he would have damned and destroyed out of frustration, he found what he'd been looking for over a span of three years...no, his lifetime. Ever since his father had first spoken of them, the dark ones, the masters in the dark. Sith.

 

Tel crouched on the walkway above a conflict he only half understood, with a focus of intensity so vicious that his every skill came out in that moment. Somehow he recognized that the small puffs of mist were the heat of air from lungs, and that, invisible as they seemed to be, the attackers were mortal. No immortal would have need of breath. Mortals, as it were, could be killed. Tel'asari Duos would readily kill to ensure that this Sith before him, this wielder of a blood red lightsaber that sliced the air apart in a whizzing slash, would be around to provide what he wanted.

 

Without even a moment's hesitation, Tel dropped from the walkway, his dark form falling fast, but with no more weight in its apparent bulk than a feather, it seemed, as he landed atop something. A great puff of mist shot up before him; he was on the shoulders of an invisible. His hands were up and no longer empty, now grasping the flashing blades that would bring an end to this thing beneath him. He drove the daggers downward to a head unseen...


"We all fall down." - Domino.

 

Last Bio Update: 4/01/08

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One by one, Julio cut the swarm to shreds. His chest rose and fell steadily as he looked down upon the brutally maimed bodies. If it was a test his master desired, Julio hoped he passed. Surely there'd be many more to come, but he'd have to take them with stride. Julio turned his attention from the beauty his hands created to the lone man who had thought it wise to intervene.

 

I'm not sure whether to thank you for your assistance or kill you where you stand for taking that man's death from me. Name yourself.

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