Kamino

[Dagon]

I'm going to head off world now, I need to further the training of my apprentices and collect new supplies on Korriban. Afterwards I'll begin work on your other set of equipment. If you need anything just comm me.

 

::Dagon left the laboratory area and rounded up his apprentices. They headed to the surface and boarded Dagon's ship, which blasted off to Korriban in a matter of minutes.::

[Capt. Phillep]

The Admiral walked closer to the doors before parting them open, his broken eyes painted about his crimson-stained face, where others had left fortunate and full of health from Maultauros, the unnatural bonding left Phillep significantly scarred. His tainted walk was short, as an escort led him to where he was to meet... them.

 

"I require an expendable soul."

[Kakuto Ryu]

Kakuto came out of the lab, a grin deeply imprinted on his face. He was a tad surprised at Phillip's request, and almost dissapointed that he couldn't exactly fulfill it. He wasn't in the habit of pleasing others, but indebting them to him wasn't something he was adverse too.

 

"Sorry Phil, the guys to talk to about that have just left. I have means of harvesting souls, if that helps..."

 

Kakuto spoke rather informally to the controller of the galactic empire. He'd never met the man before, but he was a fan of his work, and as it turned out Kakuto Ryu wasn't a man to regularly stand on principle.

[Oblivion]

The two men took leave of the meeting room, the solid coverings of the hard panneled book closing as they left without another word. It was painfully clear as to where he stood now, even after achieving so much within little time. This moment would just be more incentive to keep with the pratices, to the point where one day he would be the pivotal member to be called upon for such adept skills.

 

Soon, far sooner then you think..

 

Darting from his seat with a clenched fist, Tethyn left even more silently then he had been the entire conversation. Opening the doors with such vigor, he stationed himself on the opposite side of the hallway, wringing a formed mesh glove through those long grey streaks of hair.

 

From the other end, however, there was a noticeable verge in the Dark Side. A new member had been converged with the already overwhelming presences, the mechanics within both cybernetic legs bending his torso slightly to furthur hear the conversation.

 

Peeked by curiousity, the Sith Lord approached the two, the meshed armorweave rattling together as both arms curled over top the onyx set breastplate. A juvinelle smile came to his face, throwing back a few strands of his hair as he exclaimed..

 

"Excuse me, I'm not sure we have met, but I may be of some assistance.. I am the alchemic apprentice to the Lord of these facilities and can adequately provide you with the services that you require."

 

The man would keep to himself for the most part, being objective in the conversation but also standing firm in league with the two powerful men. Grey tinted orbs were shown significantly in the direct overhead light, exchanging sketchy glances side to side, as if anticipating something..

[Capt. Phillep]

A smirk adorned the Admiral's face, "It is a pleasure to come face to face with the Dark Lord," as he did so, the Admiral pulled back his cloak to expose the broken and scarred flesh that now painted the otherwise charming facsimile of the Empire's Public face. "It was more metaphysical, you could say, I have a dilemma... I need the blood of some expendable fool."

 

His eyes peering over to the young man who approached, "Perhaps, if you're skill in producing two things for me as good enough for my needs. One is a collar and the second a suit of armor, actually... a weapon would be a good idea as well. Something that I won't find the air ripped out of my decaying lungs when my ship implodes."

[Cineon Yahn]

Cineon walked up to Kakuto and Phillep. "Master Ryu. Is there anything you would have me do?" He ignored Phillep for what his troops did to him on Coruscant.

[Capt. Phillep]

A smirk appeared on the remnants of Phillep's face, "Betrayal is all a part of politics, I'm afraid. We each have a specific purpose, you really shouldn't hold it against me... you weren't suiting mine's."

 

With that Phillep scratched some of the dead skin, which soon flaked to the ground, "Now, my dear boy, we were discussing some armor, a weapon, a collar and a slave, were we not?"

[Oblivion]

Kamino quickly became the dwelling of a great number of strong powers within the realm of the Dark Side, feeling enlighted just by being near the presences professed in such proximity. Tethyn's grey coloured eyes continued to dart side to side before finally concentrating upon the Admiral's decaying face, taking on a delicate smirk upon hearing the request added once more. Apparently, he must have dozed off a bit..

 

"Why yes, yes,.. of course! Now, let's see.. If you'll just come with me, I'll show you to our testing quarters. 'Take some measurements for the armor, jot down some fine details about the weapon, the whole works."

 

Those long pale fingers stretched out to his left side, pointing down the nearby corridor to where two panneled doors stood on either end, both leading into the same niche facilities.

 

A sturdy nod was given towards the Dark Lord, the same conducting hand extending low to the floor..

 

"..Mi'Lord."

 

With that being said, the Sith Lord wasted no time in stampeding off in the direction noted before. Small manipulative sounds of the wires and plating reverberating from the recently reconstructed legs of his echoed throughout the hallway, upper torso hunching over as he opened the doors to the indicated room with such a force.

 

He immediately began setting up the appropriate equipment for the desired tests, switching tables around, and prepping the full body scanner located towards the middle of the spacious room..

 

As he worked, the man couldn't help but ask..

 

"Enlighten me, if you will, on why you require such items..- It won't take much longer for the scanner to warm back up."

[Guest]

Jareth's craft burnt through the kamino sky and came to rest on a small dock which jetted from the churning ocean planet.

 

The sith master, however, had long since departed from his craft and was slowly descending toward an above water outpost some 800 miles from where his craft landed.

 

As his feet touched ground, he drew his saber from his hip and crept silently toward the door of a small facility occupied by insurgents and refugees.

 

The door was guarded by two kaminoans who were armed only with carbine style blasters.

 

The sith master pounced on the first guard and ripped it's head and neck from it's shoulders. With blood still spurting from the neck of his victim, he used the spine and skull of the first guard to brutally pummel the second one to death before drinking the blood from his new weapon. With each drop that ran down his throat, Jareth could feel the darkness within him grow.

 

Guards dispatched, Jareth made his way through the door and into a small chamber slaughtering countless dozens of refugee children and women on his way. Their screams and plea's for mercy fell on deaf ears as he was relentless and unforgiving in his destruction.

 

Some he slayed with his saber, these were the lucky few for others he continued to beat to death with the dead guard's head, a process that was much more painful and drawn out.

 

Once he reached what he dubbed the "war room" he encountered several male kaminoans looking over what appeared to be an escape plan for getting their remaining numbers off the planet.

 

 

"Evening Gents" Jareth grinned as he swung his saber through the two men closest to him. The others drew back and took defensive positions while pulling blasters from their hips and opening fire. The kaminoans were no match for Jareth who deflected most of these shots right back at their sources instantly killing all who attacked.

 

One dying kaminoan, Jareth saw, reached a bloody finger toward a button which he pressed before Jareth could stop him.

 

The floor split in the center and from it rose a very large armored kaminoan with a large spiked war club. 10 feet tall, and 3 times as wide as a normal resident of Kamino, Jareth could tell that this mutant was no doubt the result of some twisted genetic alteration.

 

The brute was armored around the neck with thick plates of metal and before Jareth could move, the beast took a swing and clipped his shoulder with a spike from his club.

 

"srew that" Jareth said as he pulled his blaster from his back with his right hand.

 

Pumping two shots into the beast's heart, he watched as it dropped to the ground and was dead before it hit.

 

"Kind of anticlimatic I must say."

 

Jareth began drinking his victims and was searing white hot with the fury of the darkside. Before leaving, he spotted a strange sequence on one of the refugee computers that alerted him that some ships indeed had left the system. He felt through the darkside that he should persue one in particular....one headed for Coruscant.

 

The Sith master removed the head and spine from the fallen mutant to take back to his master, and called for his ship. Moments later, he blasted off toward Coruscant.

[Capt. Phillep]

Phillep nodded, "If you so wish to indulge, I'm a man of the galaxy. The slave is to recover my charming face, the debacle of Nurgle left me a bit... drained. As for the collar, I have a pet, a very careful, callous and soon-to-be-powerful human pet... her collar will keep her a bit more restrained. I'd venture for simple technology, but I figured Lord Dagon and his Underlings would be more suited to the task, something a bit more... productive."

 

Taking a pause as the machinery whirred and scanned every factor of his body... or remnants thereof, "My armor, that is something simple, a living organism grafted to my body... both capable to expand when I enter my... transformations, and able to protect me in the harshness of space and from the heated blasts of having a Star Destroyer structure torn apart. As for my weapon, something of similar construct to my armor, a weapon both befitting the regality of an Imperial Admiral and sufficiently brutal for a man-beast without reason or faculty."

 

The Admiral's face contorted, before it returned to its usual strangeness, "Not to rush your work, either my boy, but I'd appreciate relatively soon. Wouldn't want to miss the Revolution."

[Oblivion]

In midst of typing some of controls from the scanner onto a spare datapad, analyzing the results with a small stylist, the lining of his throat seemed to tighten as air compressed hard against it. Could it be, the Revolution already starting? While the man he now assisted seemed affluent in the ways of the Dark Side, it seemed there was more to him, speculating on the origins of the word "Revolution," whether it pertained to the kind of Revolution he had intended for the Sith or some other cause indirectly related to it..

 

"Admiral, then?.. Quite the role-- Yeah, there was something about you, I couldn't quite put my finger on it though."

 

The data read some interesting results, taking into account what necessary contraction lengths and widths the armor must stretch given the current figures and the extent of these curious mutations. Nurgle had been a God of lore, only having read volumes of his work through champions long ago. To think, one such as this man would have ties with the relations of a deity. Curiouser and curiouser this job seemed..

 

"Time shouldn't be a problem for what you're looking for, sir. I can begin cultivation for both the armor and weapon pieces, then quite simply expand the mold from there.. You're in luck, though. Kamino has been a great source of many souls after our recent occupancy.."

 

Closing the datapad, the Sith Lord began to lower the suspension of his legs more down towards the floor, flicking two fingers back as the pistons within his mechanical ankle joints began to flare. While his upper torso remained in place, the rest of his lower body, powered by the mechanics, circled around entirely for the brief moment..

 

"I will be conducting the assembly in my private quarters.. It is up to you whether you care to oversee the projects personally.. My apprentice is currently studying there and wil gain some valuable knowledge from the experiments. Most of my personal supplies are located there as well."

 

So it would seem they both had some kind of unwanted defects. Only this time, he had been fortunate enough to already have the new attachments, and with that, he'd be able to aid his brethern to overcome it. Flicking the edge of the cloak to wrap around him once more, Tethyn exited the laboratory and headed in the direction of his chambers..

 

Upon arrival, the Sith Lord noted Ason deep in his studies, producing limited noise to disturb him from them. He'd make full use of the far end of the lab, beginning to unscrew some of the suspended organic material from their sealed containers and laid them down into multiple samples trays. They would need some exposure to radiant light, transposing a lamp over them as the cells began to cultivate and multiply..

[Capt. Phillep]

"There is a game, my boy, and I get to play in it... the mysterious Lord Dagon does as well, and Lord Ryu. My part in it, unfortunately, lacks mystery and finesse, and revolves around the destruction of the city-planet for the... seventh, or twelfth, time since my inception as Admiral of the Imperium."

 

Walking behind the young man, towards his quarters, Phillep's body followed as his eyes lingered and wandered about the Kaminoan facility...

[Bad karma]

A small, unmarked freighter broke through the atmosphere and began to descend towards one of the cloning facilities on the planet. The trio of pilots each performed their specific duty and brought the ship into one of the loading bays. They quickly exited the ship and set to work. Two of them began to unload some machines from the cargo bay of the ship while the third slipped into the facility and started towards the control room and the computer mainframe.

 

He pulled one of the seats to him and sat to work, slipping a disk into the computer to load all of the files concerning cloning and any concerning genetics experiments. Once finished he pocketed the disk and slipped out just as quickly as he had come, moving back to the ship to assist the other two servants in collecting a few choice bits of equipment.

 

Once they had everything they would need they moved back into the ship and fired it up, leaving the planet. They entered hyper-space shortly thereafter, making multiply jumps as to hide their final destination from the new inhabitants of Kamino.

[Oblivion]

There was a gut reaction that sent him to relapse a moment from his duties, holding one of the dishes at eye level to view the now visibly forming particles assimulating and taking an eerie green translucant state. He was torn between feeling proud for participating in the movement, or spiteful that his role was not as large as he originally anticipated. It ended up evening out, shaking the brief spiteful images, and resuming his work..

 

The liquid that was used to suspend the growing cultures was hand poured into three different flasks, setting them down under boiling water. There were still vital nutriants that had been soaked from the long time suspended animation that could be used to furthur enhance the growth process, merely having to distill those precious minerals from the rest..

 

Once the last of the flasks were placed on the table top broiler, those sunk grey eyes peered over to the man, wringing his hands together as he spoke..

 

"No less, your end resolve will be final.. You don't seem like the kind of man to fail easily. Whatever role we play in this grande game is vital to the movement.."

 

The trail left by the conversation brought him to another area of the lab, his hands finding the outer casing of a glass flask, larger then the others around him. Inside laid a blue orb that shifted around in place, pulsating a wide spectrum of electric activity out from its center cortex.

 

"Care to take a guess as to what this is, Admiral?.."

 

His voice seemed to roll through the shadows as his pale fingers continued to gently contort around the glass containment with a medal stopper fitted at the end. The Sith Lord couldn't resist showing some of his own material, while the rest of the pieces only required time before able to set into placement for refinery.

[Capt. Phillep]

The man was still too much a man of the world, and not fully delved in the knowledge of the black arts, but he could venture to presume it was... a soul. Or what remained of one, isolated from its physical boundaries.

 

"A fitting meal or the soul of one of the damned fools who opposed you?"

[Oblivion]

"You are correct; in both cases, might I add. Allow me to demonstrate.."

 

One knee piveted upwards as his ankles shifted, setting that steady even pace along the sleek flooring to where the cultivations were already reaching significant size. His deft hands extracted all the necessary components to drain from the three flasks into one collected round bin, half the size of himself. A single thumb hoisted the stopper up a centimeter, letting in some of the surronding air before completly prying open the lid, sealing it with the same motion.

 

"..Amazing creatures, these natives; evolving from aquatic amphibians to fully sentient beings, able to construct other means of living beyond their natural habitat much like ourselves. Both recessive and dominant gene traits will play a vital role when compounded with the organic material, as you shall soon see."

 

The remnant material that had been extraction on the side from boiling process was a thick, white coated dust, which the alchemist lightly spread evenly across the surface of the pulsating green life. It acted as an energy source, replinishing the material they had originally given off while dormant. Directly afterwards, he lowered the flask to fall directly into the concotion, steam beginning to roll up from the action.

 

"Now, that organic material was specifically cultured so that it would absorb substances at a rapid rate. Given the right nutrients and the right circumstances, it can even take in the energies of a soul at the same accelerated rate and achieve homeostasis. Essentially, devouring the soul and making it one with itself."

 

An eye flashed over to the direction of where his apprentice was still delligently studying, but knew that boy's curiousity would lead him to take in what he said. The Sith Lord was not only demonstrating what he was during for the Admiral's sake, but was also communicating with him, speaking at a higher level during the explaination.

 

"You may be asking yourself... Why? Well, with this soul embedded in the material, it's mind will directly communicate with the organic material. This will not only let the material expand and contract to the sensations of, let's say, a morphing human body, but will give the armor and weapon a seperate mind to call upon.. Allowing you the option of controlling it with your own free will or reaction on its own accord."

 

Almost as if on que, sparks began to seen expelling out from the collection bin in a series of hot, white flares resembling lightning streaks. The proud alchemist's smile curled as this happened, turning away to look at it before coming back to the attention of the Admiral..

"..That's just a natural reaction to the Kaminoian soul's energies. Shall we say, I let the man fry a bit before using him.. An experiment of mine that I've been scheming for just such an occassion. My theories show that it will work, but it just needs a few more indregients to make the end result work.. Ah, here we are."

 

Picking off two more samples off the bureaus, held behind thick glass casing, he gently began to pour a seperate sample of a thick blue syrup into a pan, while the other samples were alloted with the rest of the bin with ease.

 

"Usually, an order to embue any material with a soul, the end result is directly tied to how the subject died. While this is a major rule, even it can be broken within limitations.. The constant electric charge I emitted to the soul basically assimilated, through the constant charge, the process of the native being shocked to death. And, once again, given the right materials and right circumstances, it can acheieve this property.."

 

This kind of subject often got him rambling, knowing the important man was very busy and probably wouldn't take the information he described past the door. None the less, he finally found himself having wrap up the brief lesson, taking the large collectin bin and hauling it halfway across the entire room to the furnance.

 

There, he tied the metallic bin onto a series of large chains on either side, then lowered it into the rumbling underground furnance that was blocked off by a large dome structure, letting the smoke and heat dissipate through a series of air ducts so that the room itself didn't swell with the same amount of intense vigor it profused.

 

While the material would take a few minutes to properly meld in order to be tempered into a malleable, almost elastic-like substance that could be properly crafted into the shapes desired.

"..Anywho," The Sith Lord turned away from the furnance, forming his hands together in usual fashion with a more curious look upon his face,

 

"The designs for the weapon and armor. Any other ideas come to mind?"

[Capt. Phillep]

The Admiral listened intently, taking what he could from the boy's words, all the while Comm chatter running through his neural cortex from the disaster above Coruscant.

 

"I trust in your works, my boy, I only ask how much longer... and of what chance can I reach the Sith Lords, as the Empire requires their skills in the battle yet to begin...both pilots and ground combatants."

 

The Admiral seemed strained, or rather, perturbed, by the given circumstances... and his stress was beginning to show on his person...

[Oblivion]

There was no sense avoiding the circumstances that were going on between the Force, feeling the first step already being made both by the feelings it professed and the man's words. The alchemy lessons would have to be put on hold, already wasting enough time with the explainations, and headed right to work.

 

"Right, right.. Well, Lord Dagon should be arriving later. How much can never really be determined. He can get like this sometimes.."

 

He'd give a brief shrug as his words finished, hoisting the containments of the boiling organic material up out from the furnance and exposing it to the cool air once more. Great amounts of steam rolled up as the lid was propped open slightly at first, channeling through the pipes overhead, before it began to dwindle back down. The liquified substances were poured onto three large sheets, each about three feet in length and width, to be cooled.

 

The Sith Lord's black meshed glove soon found one of the hammers hung by the furnance, along with all his other supplies, slipping on fire proof gloves ontop of his armored gauntlets to protect the precious metals from spoiling. The Dark Side aided him with every traversed blow, bludgeoning the sheets to become subdued to the overwhelming power of the downfelled blunt edge. The chemicals hardened quicky, beads of living tissue being wound tight in a series of fibers from reaction to the intense heat, more durable then most convential weapons when the fibers contracted upon pressure.

 

Skillfully, he woven the armor first with his bare hands, having the front chest mold perfectly to the optical scanner beside him that showed the exact sizes of the Admiral, frequently taking the armor and placing it against the display to make the fine adjustments.

 

After the overall structure was in place, a smaller hammer, its head resembling much of a minature pick axe, carved in the decals quickly and precisely. From the chest plate, the rest of the set continued; shoulders, thighs, gauntlets, all were hand molded and crafted to the finest of detail. Afterwards, while the casings were still seperate, Tethyn spread a ladle full of the blue mixture stirred earlier and evenly coated the inside of the armor until it covered every last square inch.

 

The man would admit, though, that there were some details he would have loved to work out if given more time. But, for now, it would suffice as being perfect enough in the eyes of him to withstand the tides of battle and carnage. After the first of three tasks, and undoubtly the largest task to perform was done, the Sith Lord didn't miss a beat, already forming and molding the dagger.

 

Tethyn made a makeshift handle out of spare duranium squares, heating up a generous portion of the fine metallic ore to be used for the collar as well. He went as far as to use the digital read out of the Admiral's own hands, simulating a fine grip mold to be made upon the handle to allow him the ease of formfitting the weapon to his own unique grasp. The handle was slightly curved at the top, leading into having the hardened organic material folded many times, like with the armor, to make a fine durable shape. The natural blade was sharpened with his own until it acheieved an immaculate edge that could shear the hide of a Krayt Dragon.

 

The collar was the easiest, folding the remainder of the third sheet into an oval shape. Then, he coated the foundation with what was left of the duranium alloid for added strength and resistance. As its figured would appear, it looked like a common slave collar used amoungst hostiles he'd encounter even here on Kamino with the Falleen. Yet, since it was made of the organic material, the collar held the same property of all three weapons..

 

"Whew.. There you have it,"

 

The releaved alchemist and journeymen blacksmith noted with an arrogant smile, knowing that what work had been done was amoungst his finest. The more he praticed, the finer tuned his skills were; this order helping both members in their own goals.

 

"Now, I must warn you.. With all three items, they are latent with that electrical potency I mentioned before with applying the soul.. Now, this intense shock will only happen if someone or some thing else comes into contact with it.. It's perfectly fine to walk around in, although I'd advise being aware of all things that you should come into contact when you wear it.."

"To ensure your safety, I also applied a thin layer of coating to the inside of the armor plating.. This solvent will prevent any self-inflicted damage that may come as result from electrical currents from harming you, so be rest assured on that.."

"..Other then getting used to the extreme light weight of all three orders, I'd say these babies are ready to rock and ruin."

 

He stated with an ethusastic tone, even though his face and body expressed a level of fatigue. Spreading open the layers of armor he wore himself and hanging them up by the furnance, the Sith Lord returned to the chair upon his work bench, his collar and underneath his arms predominatly showing th level of sweat expired.

[Capt. Phillep]

Phillep's facial expression changed significantly, "Why thank you, my boy, it is amazing work."

 

It only took moments for the Admiral to don the new armaments, placing the dagger at his side and smiling about the collar, "Lady Vastor will find this most fitting, I trust."

 

The Admiral smirked, "I shall wait for Lord Dagon, however, if I may, a Comm Device would be most beneficial."

[Oblivion]

"Certainly.. I'm glad you find it to your liking."

 

Eyes would lower for a brief second, followed by a nod. It was certainly wonderful to craft such fine pieces for someone else besides himself, his deepest concerns falling with the condition of the armor and weapons in the future. They were just as much a part of him as any other of his previous creations were, intending for them to be used to the fullest by whatever being possessed them.

 

"The name is Tethyn, by the way..- Darth Reaper amoungst the locale Siths..- but Tethyn should do just fine between you and I."

 

Within the folds of his armor bore the regular communication link the Sith Lord held on hand, flipping it out of the sleeve and flung it well across the room into the air right by where he stood..

"Here, knock yourself out.." He'd gesture from across the way, filling a large glass of ice water, along with placing an empty identical glass beside it, "Can I interest you in a drink while you wait? It may be a while.."

[Capt. Phillep]

"It is a pleasure, Darth Reaper, as the Dark Lord referred to me by Phil, I often go by Phillep, but many refer to me as the Mad Admiral."

 

A slight smirk appeared at Phillep's face, "Yes, of course."

 

With the comm in hand, the Imperial issued his Communique, encrypted, reaching the Cardian Sith Temple...

[Oblivion]

With the glass pitcher in hand, he poured two extra cups, setting aside his own. The mechanics within his legs flarred up a bit, as it tended to time from time, only to be quelled shortly afterwards. The technicans that worked on his legs, while one of the best of the craft, lacked the finesse he himself would put in the project, wanting to go furthur with the idea of being driven by mechanical limbs with the subject of alchemy.

 

Sweeping the surface of his quarters, he held out the spare tall glass of ice water before the Admiral, placing the other beside the delligently studying apprentice of his. Ason had been rather quiet throughout the ordeal, yet he did not want to totally ignore his apprentice while admist the presence of a guest, taking this oppertunity to approch him while the Admiral transferred the comm reply.

 

Soon after delivering both glasses, the Sith Lord drank nearly half his own in one large swig, setting it down as his body continued to cool off. He set himself down upon the chair once more, making a brief hand gesture towards the other chair opposite of him, as his legs began to stretch out.

 

"Ah, well.. I've always been very curious with the Imperials recent dealings, having thought I'd turn to the military after my upbringing on Myrkr anyways. Curious how fate works in such ways."

[Dagon]

::The Starweaver blasted into Kamino's orbit and Dagon immediately commed the Genesis clones to check on their progress. Pleased with what he heard, he headed down to the surface and comandeered a stormtrooper unit to retool a plant. Working feverishly, the troops emptied giant vats and retooled metal cutters to the required specifications. Dagon commed Tethyn.::

 

Darth Reaper, I'll need assistance at this location for preparing a special project for the battle, head to my location immediately.

[Oblivion]

There was a message that came specified to Darth Reaper, the Admiral having releaved himself of the communication link after having contacted those in wish to connect with. The Sith Lord could undoubtingly know that his former Master had approached Kamino once more, the status he was in the realms of the Dark Side were only outmatched by the Dark Lord himself.

 

Straightening himself from the chair, those grey pools of eyes glarred down to the link he now possessed once more, lifting it to his ear and receiving the words. The slight tap of his thumb against the side button canceled the feed, slipping the console inside the back of his black slack's pockets.

"Seems your wish has arrived earlier then expected, Admiral. He's here, now, on Kamino. I have my orders to meet him back on the surface.. Feel free to accompany us, if you wish to seek council with Lord Dagon still."

 

As he spoke, the man began to put on his cloak, leaving his suit of armor where it was for now. He also left some instructions at the desk Ason was working at before taking the lift back to the surface of Kamino, promptly meeting with the man who wished to see him.

 

"Greetings, my Lord," One hand loosened the cloak slightly over his body, moving both arms behind him as he stood before him, "What is it that you require of me?"

[Dagon]

We need to get this armor plating treated with sith alchemy for the Hellgate. We're using the vats to brew the chemicals. I needed someone who wasn't incompetent up here to help everything to run smoothly.

Edited March 18, 2006 by Guest

[Bad karma]

A small star fighter landed on one of the star pads just outside the facilities. Dominique pulled her ragged cloak tightly around her petite frame before jumping out of the cockpit and making for the door quickly. The rain pounded down on her, she had never been on a planet that was covered in water and always rained like this, but she didn't have the time to just stand around and do nothing.

 

She could feel the presence of a few powerful Sith and various others upon the planet. She had failed at finding her own Master, Exodus...so for now she would just aid others until they saw fit to give her the trials she so desired...and deserved. She had, after all, proven her loyalty and constructed a weapon of her own already.

 

The young girl moved swiftly through the mostly abandon hallways, not heading directly towards anyone Sith as she was sure they felt her presence, and if they needed her for anything they would surely contact her.

[Oblivion]

"You know me, I'm always up to projects like these.. especially one of such importance as the Hellgate. I shall make sure that we operate at maximum efficency, without any room for mistakes.. You have have my word."

 

Bringing the hood of the cloak furthur on his, noticing the up draft of wind coming forth through the sheets of pouring rain. These conditions did make manual work more tricky, but the stormtroopers who operated still seemed to operate well given them. They were hardened soliders, the police force of the galaxy, and had been through thick and thin. He could count on them to provide excellent care to whatever task was provided to them without hesitation.

 

The Sith Lord stepped down from where they were, giving a parting nod to his former Master, before arriving by the collection vats of enormous proportion. Tethyn was well aware that they needed a large quanity of material make the immense structure take off without any problems. The Dark side both helped and persuaded those he expressed the unnatural forces towards, providing a heightened sense to the workers who stirred the large mechanical dials.

 

A warding eye looked every which way, making sure through his dominant field of energy that all was in proper order. He had performed a similar task when the sections of the underwater facilities were being constructed. Now would be no different overseeing yet another project..

[Dagon]

::After a period of whirlwind working and preparations, the Hellgate was ready for battle, all systems operational and its unique capabilities such as meditation chambers and Space Wraith hives were online. Today was a glorious day for the Sith empire. Dagon activated his comm unit to contact Admiral Phillep.::

 

The Hellgate class warship Eternal Torment is ready Admiral, it will make a fitting flagship for the Empire.

 

::Dagon donned his gunslinger armor and handed each of his apprentices a blaster rifle.::

 

We don't have enough time for you to learn dueling combat before the battle, so here's what I want you to do. Stay close, stay alert. If the enemy is a soldier, shoot it down. If the enemy is a Jedi, set your rifle for stun and pump stun blasts into it, their lightsabers can't deflect them. As long as we work together, you should survive, Jedi believe in one on one duels, and I believe in winning.

 

::Dagon loaded up on acid rounds and primed his suit before boarding the Eternal Torment with his apprentices.::

[Capt. Phillep]

Swallowing down the ice water, it was not long before Phillep was aboard Dagon's latest addition to the Sith Empire. Phillep's own senses became alert with the trickle of hyperspace traffic that was the Sith Empire's entire fleet...

 

It would not be long before all the ships were retrofitted with the meditation chambers and other Eternal Torment-class modifications. A wide, malicious smile echoed in Phillep what he saw in the Fleet...

 

He was aboard the bridge and found Lord Dagon and his Apprentices, "Then we march to war, mi'lord."

 

And with that, the six ships were off...

[Ason Antilles]

The words of sith lore were a galaxy of their own as the deep, brown hues gazed upon the panoptic view in which history swirled around his perception. An astral spirit maundered throughout the anfractuous caverns of knowledge which revealed themselves to his line of sight, holding within their depths stories that unraveled into facets from which an oddity of a fascination derived itself from. As the man viewed himself from a distant point of view meandering through the star-lit blackness, every step he took seemed to herald a previously unknown aspect of the sith to arrive and make itself apparent unto his mind.

 

These texts are quite intriguing”¦

 

Stories that he found most fascinating were those of ones like Naga Sadow, who held within his hands such a perfectly created weapon that held within its fiber the seething poison which lashed out in venomous viciousness. Those that attempted to stop the sith lord found themselves ripped to shreds by not just such a powerful item as the weapon he held, but also falling prey to the stars as the Dark Lord of the Sith had become so powerful that he could cause the cores of the stars to explode, killing thousands of men in a mere instant.

 

While that tale was the most prevalent in his mind, he was unable to measure the implacable distaste of how it ended with the Dark Lord running as a coward from his fellow sith and from the likes of the Old Republic. It was a reminder that even with the greatest power at your disposal, foolhardy delusions of grandiose immortality and the like could prove ruinous to even a Dark Lord of the Sith. In his dissatisfaction with the result of the tale, he found a bit of wisdom which was far more valuable than temporal approval of a text that had been set in front of him.

 

Now his master had left the room, obviously called to pressing duties as Ason put down the last of the writing that was put before him. The massive amount of information he had just taken in was absorbed into his consciousness and relinquished their value to him with no suffrage necessary. Such an eager, anticipating mind easily soaked all that could be taken and took every last word to his heart so that he might use it at a later date in time, yet now was the information that his master had given him.

 

I am to create a weapon”¦

 

Laid to his side was a pile of metallic materials, each one precisely suited and chosen with the utmost refinement so that the weapons it was used in would come out as glorious representations of the unbreakable nature that was the sith order. Within their confines laid but one piece of the inquisitive procedures of creating a lightsaber. A satisfactory smile rushed it's way onto his face as he stared at the pristine reflection that hailed his appearance on the steel, returning his own glare as he found that his mimic held the same joyous response to the materials provided as he did.

 

A flaming inferno resurrected itself in his view, the flames licking their lips as they yearned to taste what he would pour into it. As the tentacles enveloped the steel and melted it with an unrelenting barrage of heat, a liquid pool of silver was created in its wake. Soon the liquid was poured into a mold, the detail being so innate as the carvings of previously unknown sith wounds now held the viscous metal conformed to the shape in which the mold was intended to create.

 

Ason gently reached into his pouch, producing a shruiken which he held between the tips of his fingers as to not cut him unnecessarily and diminish his ability to perform in battle. However, he instead took the bladed sides and cut his wrist, a small trickle of sanguine blood emerging from his veins. Soon the crimson drops leapt from his hand as he rotated it, falling into the mixture beneath his limb and combining with the shining silver to create a somewhat reddened hue.

 

Now he waited, the mold completing the job for which it was commissioned to do. As the man retrieved the salmon hued weapon, gripping it by the handle, he admired the handy work he had put into the axe. It was now a weapon to be feared, something that professed expertise and cried out with the very essence of perfections that accompanied the ethereal art of the craft. The weight in his hand was minimal to accommodate for the ease with which he wished to wield it, and yet it was also somewhat heavy for the fact that he wished to be able to dish immense amounts of pain and anguish from it.

 

It was an interesting weapon though, since one side of the blade look like an axe yet the other side was more of a blunt surface as thought it were used for bashing a foe in its own right. This was the genius of the weapon, able to smash at an opponent and use the surface area to hurt one who wore armor, and also bearing a razor sharp edge which could tear through flesh as easily as any other weapon he had ever witnessed. The very pestilential aura that the weapon gave off protruded and deepened the thick darkness even in the buildings of Kamino, which held the thick aroma of blood and the tar-like presence of powerful sith among it who had graced the building.

 

Now Ason put it to his back, letting the weight rest there as it was evenly supported by his structure. Luckily he didn't hold many heavy items, and this weapon didn't encumber him to the point where constant movement and agility were not within his grasp. The weapon was completely compatible with his tastes, and the more important factor was that it was also completely incompatible with the lightsaber, resisting it and not wearing down from the touch of blaster bolts nor the piercing white blade.

 

I hold within my hands a true sith axe”¦