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Post Mon Jun 27, 2011 8:42 am

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*The beautifully written seemingly Obi-Wan esque defensive styles of both Willaim Reign, and Dace "Iniquitous" Concordia (or is it Dubh?) would of course stop all other combatants so they could stare and marvel at the skill of their respective leaders, and be reminded as to why they are both so. Damn. Awesome.

As Reign backs away and speaks, Iniquitous nods..um...Sagely...(heh)*


"I have decided that today is never a good day to die. Its a Monday, and well....Mondays suck for death....Until we meet again Reign..."

*Using the Force to smash a flying monstrosity into what remained of the wall around the citadel, Iniquitous turned, and jogged off into the sunset, heading back for his ship. He would read one day about the adventures of William 'Huck Finn' Reign and his swashbuckling days in the Jungle.....But not today...NAY SIR!! Today was his day to continue on with the other Story Lines he was currently involved with, and not leave this one in an open ended tangle of non posting and inaction*
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Post Tue Apr 17, 2012 8:57 pm

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*It had been a long time.

Silence surrounded what remained of the Xendorian Guard Citadel Courtyard. The wind danced across the open grass, sending leaves tumbling across the ground. Maximus stood in the open, dark hood over his head and robes bustling in the breeze. He reached up with bandaged and bloody hands, pulling the hood from his head to reveal the worn face of an aging man. His head was shaved, and his beard was highlighted in gray. His violet eyes were tired, and his face was bruised and worn.

Maximus exhaled slowly, his eyes searching the area before him. The Citadel was once one of the most beautiful structures in the galaxy, with its ornate black stone walls. Now, it was evident that the massive building had remained unused for years. Rubble littered the courtyard as Maximus walked through the tall grass, his open hands reaching out to brush against the stone monoliths. The stone was smooth and cold, with jagged edges that had been worn down after years of exposure to the elements. With a sigh, Maximus remembered the Citadel as it once was, and everything that had happened to him since.

It had been a very long time.

His life had taken many turns since those days. After the Warriors of the Iron Fist disbanded, it was Pyros who was one of the founding members of the Xendorian Guard. Multiple former members of the Iron Fists had followed him here, where they continued to learn and teach within these walls. The Guard has amassed quite a following before even it succumbed to the clashing of ideals.

It wasn't long before Iniquitous left the Guard, causing Maximus to follow his brother like he always had. For some time, they had fought with no purpose, with no ideals. It wasn't until they were battling together on Honoghr that Dark Tide was born. Iniquitous, Nexus, Vale, and Maximus banded together under a common banner, and a common goal to flood the universe with a relentless wave of darkness and chaos. Target after target, Dark Tide crashed upon its foes with no remorse, no holding back, and no mercy. After years of hard work, Dark Tide grew to be one of the most formidable Factions in the galaxy, and a name that most people trembled before.

But for as strong as Dark Tide was, it too fell victim to fate. First, it was Vale who grew restless and angry, and did more to try and destroy Dark Tide than he ever had to build it. He had tried to assassinate all six of the Lords of Dark Tide because of his arrogance and unwillingness to better himself. After that, Sinistra had been captured by the Mandalorians, spurring the rest of the Council into action to rescue her. Lianna was one of the bloodiest battles Dark Tide ever faced, but in the end, Sinistra had been retrieved and saved.

However, it wasn't without cost. In saving Sinistra, Maximus had volunteered himself to take her place, and ended up spending more time than he cared to remember locked away in the bowels of Lola Curich. The time he had spent there drove him to the brink of madness and beyond, into parts of his mind he didn't even know he still had locked away. But no matter what his captors did to him, he never broke. He never folded. His loyalty and his will remained as strong as ever, until he eventually managed to break out of the prison that held him, and finally return home.

When he returned, things were not as he expected. Dark Tide was but a shell of its former self, and it seemed like all of the Lords had broken up and gone their own way. The only Lord left on Manaan was Iniquitous, the man Maximus had followed through thick and thin, always wielding a blade to defend the man's back to the last. Their conversation was short, and ultimately, Iniquitous disappeared, leaving Dark Tide behind and under Maximus' control.

That was when Maximus had made the decision that ended Dark Tide permanently. He had called the few remaining remnants of Dark Tide to arms, but instead of telling them all he had returned, he had taken on the identity of Iniquitous. It was a curious decision, but it was not without reason. Maximus had thought long and hard on the decision, but ultimately, he knew that Iniquitous was a far stronger symbol for Dark Tide to follow than Maximus could ever be. So when Dark Tide gathered one last time to follow Iniquitous into battle, it was to strike at the highest profile target in the galaxy. With one swift stroke, Dark Tide crashed upon Coruscant, the heart of the Jedi Order, and the galaxy itself.

The attack caught the Jedi off-guard, and Dark Tide had even completed it's primary goal in the destruction of the Jedi Temple. Yet for the few things that went right, there were three times as many things that went wrong. His identity ruse had been uncovered due to his own mistake. The Jedi had somehow manage to summon reinforcements that drove Dark Tide back and defeated them. Most importantly, there were events that even Maximus hadn't planned for, and they shook the entire galaxy to the core.

Somehow, despite the obliteration that Dark Tide had succumbed to on Coruscant, Maximus had managed to escape with his life in tact. He had retreated, he had regrouped, and he had lost everything. And now, he had found himself standing in the Courtyard, reflecting on the events that had brought him here. Years and years of service and loyalty, and now he was nothing more than a man, alone with no path to follow. He wasn't exactly sure why he had returned here, but something brought him back. There was something that drew him here, to this very courtyard.

Maximus stopped walking, breathing the fresh air in through his nostrils. His hand traced over the tall grass around him before he exhaled through his mouth. He found himself by a larger piece of rubble, and climbed on top of it. Maximus lowered himself into a sitting position, crossing his knees in front of him. He closed his eyes, feeling the wind at his face, and the Force surrounding him. He controlled his body, calming his heart rate and clearing his mind before he submerged himself into a meditative trance. This is where he would find his answers. He would not leave until he found the answers he was looking for. He would not leave until the path he had to walk opened up before him.*
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Post Thu Jul 26, 2012 8:50 am

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*The hum of the Sith Infiltrator's engines interrupted what would have been the peaceful remnants of the Dark Jedi Order. Was it him, or did the very grass itself cringe at the thought of Bedrovelse Hevn returning to Togoria? Hevn stares through the viewport, his eyes not so alert and harsh as they normally were. The pale sapphires gaze upon ruin. The savage scars of war taken toll upon the Citadel he called home once upon a very long time.*

*Its condition mirrored his heart's feelings about arrival. He was torn up. There was anger seething on this soil. Rage and loathing that would soak into Hevn's feet as soon as he touched the ground. Perhaps it was unwise...No. Let him drink from the well his allies left for him, for it was all his brothers had left the guardian of their secrets. It was what Hevn sought to retrieve from this building, if it had not been looted thoroughly, and revenge that brought him here. It was overdue that he tread this ground.*

"The hangar?"

*The pilot turns to Hevn and points to the scanners. He shakes his head in earnest before Hevn nods lightly.*

"Then the gates will do. "

*The ship wheels backward, and swoops low to the ground. Hovering for only a moment and dropping to the ground. It was gentle as gentle as laying a child to sleep. So quiet and still. The cloaking on the ship falls, and Hevn rises from his seat. Approaching the ramp, he lowers it. His descent was slow. Lazily taking each one of the steps until his boots smash the duracrete rocks at the bottom of it. He scows at the very earth itself.

His march is deliberate, noble and full of purpose. His dirty grey hair is heavy with sweat and filth. It hangs around his face heavily, casting a shadow over his eyes. His build is thicker than it had ever been. Large, tall, and dense. He lost no grace with his long and imperial strides though. His robes billow with his speed alone.

Through the gates, and into the Courtyard. He continues his march toward the building. Deadly focus honed in on the doorway.*


*So many words of wisdom spoken to Hevn here. Reign's memory was a torturous one though.*

*Bedrovelse halts himself. Standing still, back as straight as a board, and folds his arms. His eyes lay upon a bald and bearded man. A human sitting on some estranged chunk torn from the Citadel, with his eyes closed and appearing deep in thought.*

*It would have to be a sick and twisted man to sit and drink in the spirit of this place. It was then that the dark side rumbled like an earthquake, distorting vision, rattling his resolve. The roars of strong men, brothers a long time ago, attacking with more malice than had graced even the sands of Korriban, or the trees of Dromund Kaas. There was hatred exhaling into the air itself, the loathing of men who spilled blood on these grounds. With every pass of the breeze was a different scream, cry to battle, or call to arms. In essence, this place stank of death. Reeked of agony and wrath. Such were not all places of war. The war waged here was one between those who had cared deeply for one another somewhere beneath their steeled exteriors. The war waged here was tragedy, not glory.*

*Hevn approaches the meditating man. It was a classic stance, one he had seen many a Jen'jidai take, and wondered quietly if perhaps this man shared a history here too. Upon closer observation, his face was battered horrendously. His build was sharp, and strong. Bandages were wrapped around bloody hands. Shaking the hair from his face, the frigid pale sapphires of Bedrovelse Hevn dig into the visage of this man. His hard, keen face and powerful jawline address him at last. Hevn's voice is quiet, a whisper in the dark. As though a secret were being told from one desperate man to another.*

"A strange place to stop and think, traveler. Certainly a story follows a man with wounds like those, and strength such as I expect you possess to willingly submerge yourself in the subtle dismantling of your soul. "

*The Xendorian Citadel reeked of power. Power used. Power won. Power lost. Power hungered for. Power sought in dreams, actions, training, and bloody war. It was important to assess the danger level this man posed before continuing. There was a certain level of irritation Bedrovelse was required to possess. He wanted to take his poison and go on, desiring little in words with strangers. Getting stabbed in the back was the price he risked merely meandering by though. He buries hostility, and the desire to scratch the itch of his fingers reach for a blade. He could feel the very grounds begging him to do it.

This was no so unlike his trials though. Reign had stood before him goading Bedrovelse to strike. He wrangles the monsters chains, and strangles it. He would not be controlled by whispers of a lost past. He was in control.*
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Post Mon Aug 27, 2012 12:02 pm

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A strange place to stop and think, yes.

*Maximus didn't open his eyes. He continued to sit, feeling the ebb and flow of the Force around him, and how the currents of energy changed from the newcomer. Though Maximus could not see the man, the Force betrayed him. The Force told Maximus that this wasn't just someone passing by. Maximus could feel how powerful this person, whoever he was, seemed to be.

With a slow exhale, Maximus opened his violet eyes, his vision resting on the figure. He said nothing, only observed what was in front of him. The man's figure, stance, body language, face, and everything else soaked into Maximus' mind to give him a read on the man.

But for as much as he could see and feel, he was no closer to learning who this man was or why he was in this place. Maximus tried to focus on the man's signature in the Force, and while it had a sense of vague familiarity, Maximus still couldn't trace it to any point of origin.

Nevertheless, Maximus made no movements or actions towards the man other to give him a faint smile.*


This place might do well to dismantle my soul were there anything of it left.

*The other man didn't know it, but that was why Maximus was here. Somewhere in the many years passed, Maximus had lost himself in order to serve others. Now that those days were gone, he had been searching inside and out, past and present for himself once more. He was here now, but he did not know where that journey would take him.*
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Post Tue Aug 28, 2012 11:13 am

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*Bedrovelse points at the man, who had now opened his eyes and stared calmly back at Hevn.*

"The only answer worth keeping me interested. "

*The man believed himself not to have a soul. The most curious part about this, was that before those very words he had felt the same about himself. Hevn was by all means a monster. A heartless, souless, ruthless and cunning machine that the dark side used as it pleased. He had never considered control to be a measure he took beyond keeping the force in check as he walked the plane that these men and women of the galaxy did. In all essence he was from a much more sinister place, and his heart knew it. That the very ground he tread on still did trouble him so, by the whatever philosophy this stranger followed, seemed to mean perhaps he was not so lost after all. That was if he was not simply staring at a lunatic of course.

Bedrovelse deduces to explore the mind of this one more thoroughly. Cryptic words and stoic men did little to ease the vast paranoia that swam in Hevn's mind at all times, but there was something more solid to this man that he could feel through the force. A lion not to be tempted with badgering or assertion that came natural to Bedrovelse.*


*Hevn takes a few wavering paces back. There was a relaxation about the tall, solid, and deathly pale man. His steps take him to rubble which he seats himself lazily upon. Leaning back, he settles his backside to as to sit and look toward the rough looking wanderer. Reaching into his coat he pulls from within a cigar. Placing it between his teeth, he quickly lights it, and pulls a long drag into his lungs. He lets the burn in, the buzz simmer. He exhales in his brief study before speaking again, the intelligence and wisdom reverberating in his query.*

"Then you are here either to seek your lost soul, or lay it eternally to rest. If you would allow me, which is it? "

*The man's smile was a complex one. It echoed of better times, wider grins and cheers. So ghost like upon his face, like it did not altogether belong there. It was not forced, or out of place he supposed, but undecided. It was why he posed the question. To determine whether this sense of loss was welcome, or a catalyst.*
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Post Tue Sep 11, 2012 9:40 pm

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To put it simply? Both.

*It was a complex question, and it was an even more complex answer. To give a complete answer, Maximus would have to dig deep into his past, far deeper than he had in his own mind just moments ago. The things that had happened to and around him had done much to corrode at his soul, and destroy his faith in many things. He had many loose ends that he needed to tie up, but he was far from that stage. He could not act on anything until the path was laid before him.*

I am a simple old man. I only wish to rid myself of the parts of my soul that are dead or dying, so that I might use what is left to seek redemption in the time that I have.

*After he answered, Maximus realized that his answer sounded far more Jedi than he would have thought. Would that be the path that would appear before him? After all this time, would Maximus truly return to the way his journey with the Force began? Instead of the Jedi ideals, would Maximus stay true to his twisted form of honor and redeem himself in the darkness? Maximus honestly wasn't sure what would happen, and only time would tell.*
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Post Wed Sep 12, 2012 12:37 pm

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*Hevn could sympathize, a little at least. Bedrovelse had no soul that he could mention of. That had been long locked away in reaches of his mind that the Jen'jidai thought it best he not access. It made him too volatile. It was more harmful than empowering to even remember it was there. He could attest to it's value though.

Hell was not fun. The chaos was a horrific place for a soul to be sent to, and only the most worthless and treacherous wretches deserved it. He knew not the man's crimes against the universe, but he did know his own. He deserved such a fate, but he would run from that end until all of time.*


*The cigar burned away. Coils rose from the ember while a cloud began to form about Bedrovelse Hevn. The pale sapphires watched, digging deeper into the man upon whom they sat. As though trying to pierce the veil of flesh and bone and see into the soul.*

"Simplicity is a manner of perspective. For better or worse I may be of some service to you, sir. Tell me, what part of yourself do you believe to be dying? Which parts of your soul? If it easier to show me, than open your mind. "
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Post Wed Sep 12, 2012 8:29 pm

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*Maximus closed his eyes just for a moment as he smiled, reflecting for a mere second on what the man said. His soul had been so corroded and infected by his actions, that he wasn't entirely sure how deep the infection had spread.*

Would that I could, my friend.

*Maximus sighed, keeping his eyes closed as memories flashed before his eyes. The assault on the Jedi Temple, the betrayal of the man he trusted more than anyone, the death of Sinistra, and the destruction of the faction he had been part of for years.

Open his mind and show the man? That wasn't going to happen. But at least Maximus could tell the story.*


The one man in the universe I trusted betrayed me. Shortly thereafter, I managed to single-handedly drive the universe's most powerful faction into the ground. I stood at the front of a Dark Tide, and caused it to break upon the cliffs, resulting in it's destruction. I have disgraced myself in front of those I swore to protect.
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Post Thu Sep 13, 2012 10:09 am

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*A blizzard brewed in Hevn's pale sapphire eyes. It was not a smile but a stony realization that gripped Hevn now.*

*He was staring at Maximus. Iniquitous had betrayed him, like he had betrayed the Jen'jidai. There was no greater rage that could boil in Hevn's blood at the sound of such truth. His anger mounted like a thick cloud around him, and it seethed. It hissed and bubbled like boiling water, and it spat with intensity.*

*Bedrovelse flicks the cigar into the rubble where it would burn out not unlike the warriors who had once lived here.*

"I've never seen you without your bucket Max. "

*The first time he had been acquainted with Fett was on Honoghr. They, with Iniquitous, and rained hell upon Adieumus and his jedi soldiers. Every meeting after that was in opposition. The Dark Tide, against the Jen'jidai. Maximus was impossible to recognize. The helmets and masks usually covered his face, and distorted his voice. He was infinitely a more faceless menace than Iniquitous had ever proved to be, at least to Hevn.

Hevn looked different as could be. Long hair instead of short. A battered visage instead of a clean and royal one. Robotics that consumed was had been the image of perfection. He was Frankenstein's monster by comparison. Surprisingly enough, Maximus looked better than he imagined a man always hiding his face would. He had assumed the man was grotesquely ugly or maimed in some way. It turns out he was just ferociously defensive of his good looks. He wasn't sure if he could spark the memory, and he wasn't sure what reaction would come of spurring it.*


"Iniquitous is a treacherous and honorless ally. I spit on his name! That dog is a wretch and a Jedi! He proved that to us before he ever began the Dark Tide. We hunted him relentlessly for his betrayal, and I hope you resolve to do the same. What disgrace is there in shooting a dying bull in the face? It is better burn out than to fade away. By the powers he had his fingers in everything. It was his design to break your will imagining that it's end was your failure. "
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Post Thu Sep 13, 2012 11:06 am

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*Maximus smiled and opened his eyes, his violet eyes resting on the man that stood before him.*

I was wondering how long it would take, my friend.

*It had taken him a little bit, but despite the changes, Maximus knew the man. He had always been quite adept at recognizing faces and Force Signatures, no matter how much they could change over time. Hevn had certainly changed, but the things the man was saying reinforced his identity to Maximus.*

Dace has always chosen the path of most resistance. In time, he will atone for the things he has done to himself and to others. Until that time comes, I know what I must do.

*Maximus stood, and stepped down from the rock, extending his open hand towards Hevn.*

Until we meet again, my friend.
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Post Fri Sep 14, 2012 5:43 am

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*A grunt and a gruff nod. Hevn could do little else with such dismissal. He gives a lazy salute, two fingers touching the forehead before jetting toward Maximus in acknowledgement. He turns and clamors toward the Citadel. His goal lie within, not without.*

*He saw no reason to instigate battle. It seemed Fett was in more vicious combat with himself than anything. It would be rude to impose further distraction upon him when such troubling thoughts commanded his mind. Farewell warrior. There would be bloodshed between them yet, when circumstances better aligned.*
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