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Post Sat Nov 10, 2012 5:55 pm

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*Amelia arrived late as she had felt a great disturbance in the force and followed it. She arrived only in time to see the two chiss, one being her Master and mentor for such a short period of time utter the words. Words that Amelia would soon later do research upon to figure out the meaning of the final breath that be the female Chiss, the Sith Empire's Minister of the Army, the one that promoted her to Commissar within the Army. As Amelia arrived and heard the words though not at the time understanding any of it, made sure she would remember the words regardless. She stood there speachless just about though great anger filled and pumped through her very veins of her Anzati body as she could do nothing more then watch as both fell.*

"Noooooo!"

*She said as she ran to Lunak'yyx'aele, kneeling down before both of them watching them both perish their bodies would soon become one with Korriban's notorious terrain. She knew she couldn't save her, couldn't do the slightest thing but watch and speak.*

*Not much could be done for either one of them.*

*Amelia spoke soft words as she chanted being a sorceress.*

"With the thread of the crimes
of your own design
I bind your evil
Three times seven times.

I bind you from Behind
I bind you from Before
I bind you from the Left
I bind you from the Right
I bind you by Day
And I bind you by Night.

I bind you from Below
I bind you from Above
That you may ever know
The laws of Life and Love.

I bind you with your own
Dark conscience Within
And so let this magic
Unfold
And spin....

Goddess of darkest night
Send our troubles all to flight
Burn them in thy sacred fires
And replace them with our hearts' desires!

Empower them
Empower us
Be foretold each others trust
Chaos to Chaos
Dust to Dust
Let us create a more enduring lust.
"


*Amelia leans over Lunak'yyx'aele unclenching her proboscises that are kept coiled in twin cheek pockets for feeding and proceeds with a Anzati Mind Meld (), first sending the proboscises into her nostrils of her nose and then leaning in closer and prepares herself to begin the Mind walking with her hoping to gain what insight and knowledge she could of Lunak'yyx'aele while she could.*

*This was however the very first time she would try this and would be highly susceptible to the many dangers of the technique. And at this point she could be pulled away by anyone forcefully or thrown and could have the connection severed or being that the person is fading hardly anything can or could be gained knowledge wise from said person.*

*Nothing like the greatest quarrels of feuding siblings but in the end love for one another shall burn brighter then a super nova.*
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Post Fri Dec 07, 2012 10:09 am

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*It was another long day on Korriban and Specter was still out here having been left behind by the many other sith when the battle had concluded. He was left alone on this god forsaken planet whir they all went off to find other means of glory or power which ever they preferred. Of course Specter was actually perfectly fine with this since now he had time to study the secrets of Korriban and see what he could learn about the darkside and the sith. he had spent a few days so far searching the tombs of ancient sith lords and had occasionally been sneaking into the old with academy to read some of the books with lords from the past had left behind.

He hadn't learned much other than some history of ancient with lords but some had diagrams of their lightsaber designs and how they ere made. To some this would be useless knowledge since it had nothing to do with the force but to Specter it was a great find. he unlike many other with had no lightsaber and not even a sith sword all he had was phrik weaponry. Now equipped with this new found knowledge he could go on and make his own lightsabers making him have a huge advancement in weapons technology and all the more deadlier.

So now here he sat in the middle of nowhere on a rock with his little black book out and him jotting down notes and making diagrams. He even had a small bag with him with some yes stolen parchment from an old academy which he had made more detailed notes and diagrams on. He had been planning and planning non stop of how to make his own lightsaber and so most of the parchment was dedicated to details about lightsaber making. In his small book he had designs made of what it was going to look like and modifications he was going to add to it.

He was pretty much finished with his search for greater knowledge here and sadly hadn't found much since most of the artifacts had been taken many years ago. All he really needed was a ship out of here which sadly he had none and so seas kind of stranded here for now. Still his stay had not been for nothing because he had gained something out of it only now he needed to wait for a way off of this rock and so he sat there reading his book waiting.*
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Post Fri Dec 07, 2012 2:55 pm

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Staring into the great void one sometimes wonders what lays just ahead, ones thoughts wander erratically through past and future alike. This was but a normal aspect in Kandar├óÔé¼Ôäós whole life, constantly tormented by his past that haunted him to this very day. It had become a part of him, some might even say that horror wrought upon his kind had but all consumed his soul. It was with a heavy mind that he sat down in his vessel├óÔé¼Ôäós cockpit, his eyes fixated on the transparisteel window just ahead. An air of uncertainty was felt in the air, knowing full well what his fate might be once his ship jumped out of hyperspace. Travelling to Korriban was not the smartest move he had ever made, but the promise of credits was all too enticing to pass out.

The job was simple, to gather information about Sith forces back on Korriban and head back to Nar Shaddaa. Synn figured that the Hutt Cartel would just sell the information to the highest bidder, not that he actually cared what they did with it. He just cared about his own survival, and knowing Sith from legend, he would have a lot to care about. Suddenly the ship shuddered, almost as if it was cold. Without much thought the mercenary started going through the panels in the cockpit, fully knowing that a mistake now would be costly. That was why he hadn├óÔé¼Ôäót jumped out of hyperspace next to Korriban, instead opting to stay at the edge of the system.

What a wondrous sight that it was, a lone planet out into the distance, nothing but a speckle in the cockpit window. It was interesting to see how the asteroid belts surrounded its location, Korriban and its seven moons. There were no blips on the radar indicating the presence of ships, but Kandar had to be extra careful. His vessel traversed the system slowly, almost as if it was a prowling feline hunting in the jungle. Attention towards the sounds made by the ship├óÔé¼Ôäós radar, but his eyes completely absorbed by the scene before him. For those asteroid belts greatly worried the lone mercenary, being such perfect places to hide ships and long range scanners.

But there seemed to be nothing there, except those two orbital space stations around the planet. It was a tad weird to see such poor naval defences stationed around Korriban, but it didn├óÔé¼Ôäót matter. His work was not complete. Feinting the attention of those two space stations was no easy feat, but with care and patience it was done. The planet was not heavily guarded, but Kandar had no reason to believe a scan of the planet was a good idea. He would have to go down to the surface and make his own reconnaissance.

For some reason Synn was drawn to the Valley of the Dark Lords location, almost as if something beckoned from within. A confused, yet inquisitive look was plastered on his face as he descended upon it. With weapon in hand he pressed the button to lower the ramp, and even as it descended he was already going outside. The wind brought sand and hot air to his face, those gravely grains of dust marring his beard and hair. But he did not falter, the darkness in his soul now guided his steps.

The moment he saw that dark figure in the horizon, his mind froze. He had always heard of the ghosts that haunted the planet of Korriban, and for a split second he actually assumed it to be one. But the rational side of his brain quickly took over, sending him into an alerted state. With weapon drawn and raised towards the figure looming in the distance, he carefully approached. His feet lightly touched the ground beneath, trying to make as little sound as they could. It was a good thing that the wind was picking up, swirling and swishing through the atmosphere. It brought chills down the mercenary├óÔé¼Ôäós spine.
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Post Fri Dec 07, 2012 3:34 pm

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*The sound of a ship coming down from orbit disrupted Specter's reading and he ever so slightly looked up to see a ship landing in the distance. To him it seems the force yet again as not failed him and he had been waiting just in the right place for a ship to come to Korriban. He continued to sit where he was as he waited for whoever was in that ship to come on out and hopefully come towards him because if not he might have to end up stealing the ship something he wasn't looking forward to doing.

Minutes passed and just as he had thought the man had started to come towards him and from where Specter was he could faintly feel a force presence coming from him. For a moment this drew him away from his book as he looked up at the man to see who he was and what he was armed with. It was a older looking man with beard and all wearing dark body armor carrying from what he could tell only a carbine. he wasn't all the threatening looking since the carbine would do little to him but still he had a ship and so he was useful for now.*


*Specter closed his book with a thud as he watched the man slowly approach him he waited until he was within hearing distance before he spoke to him.* Welcome to the valley of the dark lords I guess you could say I had been expecting you.
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Post Fri Dec 07, 2012 4:36 pm

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*The finger on the trigger slightly pressed against it, itching to unload a few shots into the eerie creature before him. Something stopped it, something deep inside warned him not too. That hood turned to gaze upon Kandar, but the darkness was all too powerful, not allowing the creature├óÔé¼Ôäós visage to come into view. If it weren├óÔé¼Ôäót for the scorching wind on the Valley, one might have seen a trickle of sweat coming down from Synn├óÔé¼Ôäós brow.

The sound the creature made as it closed the book in its hands was all but ignored by the mercenary. Even though it was nearly indistinguishable due to the sound of the gusts of air around them, after seeing it happen it was as if the clouds themselves had thundered. A suspicious look became dominant on his face, his eyes conveying a great deal of caution and vigilance. This had to be one of those he had heard so much about, quite frankly he hadn├óÔé¼Ôäót been around one ever. At least to his knowledge.

Even as the Sith spoke, Kandar couldn├óÔé¼Ôäót stop but stare at it. He couldn├óÔé¼Ôäót decide if it was man or woman, human or otherwise. Whatever it was, it reeked of evil. Synn felt sick to the stomach as he looked at the figure before him, his mind still trying to wrap itself around the current situation.*
├óÔé¼┼ôWhat the kriff are you?├óÔé¼┬Ø
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Post Fri Dec 07, 2012 6:04 pm

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*Specter chuckled at the man's words they were entertaining to say the least and he had never been asked such a thing before what is he well to him it would seem obvious but apparently not to this man. As he continued to laugh at the man's words he drew the right side of his cloak back to put the small book back into a pouch on his utility belt. His armor would become momentarily visible as he did this it being just as black as his cloak and pretty much everything else he wore.

Specter then slowly stood up and took a few steps towards the man spread his arms out slightly so he could take a good look at what he was. He was simply nothing more than a man in black sith robes with a set of armor covering his chest and the upper part of his arms. His black cloak hid most of this even his face which was also further hidden behind a mask with black tinted eyes.*


Come now I am sure you can answer your own question as to what I am the thought of it is probably lingering in your mind right now. So tell me traveler what do you think I am?
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Post Fri Dec 07, 2012 8:40 pm

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*The hideous Sith appeared amused by Synn├óÔé¼Ôäós reaction to his presence, its chuckle becoming a great hint of that same fact. Biting his lower lip, Kandar had to fight off his urge to unload his carbine on the dark hooded creature. A step back was taken as the Sith flipped the right side of his robes, seemingly taking his time to store what seemed to be a book of sorts. It didn├óÔé¼Ôäót matter, for Kandar├óÔé¼Ôäós mind was only focused on the possibility of a shootout right there and then. The mercenary├óÔé¼Ôäós mind was now becoming sharper, and more focused on its own survival.

He noticed the armour that the creature wore, Synn was now becoming more certain that it was in fact a male. Species didn├óÔé¼Ôäót really mattered when Sith were supposed to have beams of plasma that could slice through just about anything. His eyes flickered with attention, trying to take in as many details as he could. That this was a Sith, there was no doubt. All that the former Republic operative now desired was to get a feeling for what kind of weaponry this monster had.*


*With every step the Sith took forward, Kandar took another back. There was no fear, perhaps at the back of his mind, but that was no doubt the kind of fear that kept people alive. This was just something he had hoped to avoid, but at the same time he had to see it coming. He had come to Korriban to spy them, he knew the risks. His carbine remained carefully aimed at the Sith├óÔé¼Ôäós head, even though Synn understood it might not do him any good.*

*The beast seemed to be fully covered in armour, even his head was hidden behind a helmet. Nearly expressionless, only those black tinted eyes remained. The agent for the Hutts felt underpaid and ill equipped, he should have brought something more powerful than that carbine of his. But then a quirky smile appeared on his face, fully realizing there was no way to get out of it.* ├óÔé¼┼ôYou├óÔé¼Ôäóre cute. That├óÔé¼Ôäós what you are...├óÔé¼┬Ø *He jokingly stated, uncaring if this Sith understood the hidden meaning behind his words or not.*

├óÔé¼┼ôI just don├óÔé¼Ôäót understand what a Sith is doing out here all alone. Your partners don├óÔé¼Ôäót like to play with you or something? Come on...You can talk to me...├óÔé¼┬Ø *Kandar continued speaking, but softly this time. While he did that his left hand had already left the safety of the low part of his carbine, going towards one of his grenades on his pouch.*
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Post Fri Dec 07, 2012 10:38 pm

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*As Specter slowly took step after step towards the man he could feel the familiar feeling of fear coming from him but at the same time he could tell he was being cautious since he kept his distance always stepping back whenever Specter tried to get closer. It was a nice little stand off they were having a man who had weapons that were not all that effective at killing force users and who knew what else he had with him. Still he needed the man's cooperation in getting off this rock sure he could do it on his own but he just had a feeling he could be of some use in the future. Sadly what he said didn't go well with Specter since no he didn't know the secret meaning behind what he was saying and so Specter thought the man was mocking him.

This at first had made him a little annoyed but he tried to keep a calm appearance so not to give away that yes what the man said bothered him. Of course his mood didn't get any better when he saw the man going for what a appeared to be a grenade of course Specter could not allow that. If the man got the grenade it could very well make a huge mess out here and that would do him any good. So reaching out to the force Specter quickly extended his right hand out which would look like a black clawed hand thanks to his gauntlet. He would try to use the force to grab the grenade before the man could reach it and even if he did Specter would throw it off to the side just in case he had accidentally armed it or was planning to arm it.*


Oh my apologies but were you needing that at all? *Specter would stop trying to get any closer to the man since it seemed like a pointless thing to do and he would just stand there instead.* Now that we have that out of the way perhaps we can continue our little conversation like civilized men. If you would like to know what I am doing out here was researching the ancient tombs of old sith Lords trying to find what ever knowledge I can on the darkside. As for my partners they had other things to be doing at this time and so i was left behind. Now tell me what brings a traveler like you out here to Korriban or even the valley of the dark lords are you searching for ancient knowledge as I am or was there something else you wished to gain from coming out here?
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Post Sat Dec 08, 2012 12:17 pm

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*For a moment there Kandar could have sworn that the Sith├óÔé¼Ôäós frustration was visible, almost palpable. The mercenary didn├óÔé¼Ôäót understand his own feelings at times, so alien that they felt against his cold, and hard logic. While small whirlwinds erected from the ground all around them, the two faced each other in sheer defiance of the elements. They shouldn├óÔé¼Ôäót have been there in the first place. Synn knew that all too well, especially now.

The lone Sith looked almost catlike when his right hand rose from beneath his waistline, clawed fingers and all. Kandar├óÔé¼Ôäós eyes reflected just that for a second, trying still to determine what exactly he was facing. The creature was humanoid, of that there was no doubt. Perhaps a Farghul or a Cathar, none of the other species he knew matched his appearance. But then again, he could just be wrong, and this Sith was everything but feline in appearance.

His former training enabled him to come to these conclusions in split seconds, thus determining threats in his surroundings. Nothing prepared him to magic and sorcery however. The Frag grenade he tried getting suddenly sprung out from under his grasp, darting through the air as if controlled by an unseen force. This Sith had been lightning quick, removing the hazardous variable from the equation altogether.*


*There was no reaction of surprise, just a quick reassertion of his will to fight in whatever capacity possible, with his left hand grappling the underside of his carbine once more. His eyes moved slightly to the side once, only to make sure he had seen what he thought.* *Yes, the grenade was just a few yards away from them. The unknown sentient stopped his approach altogether, fully knowledgeable that the upper hand was his. Synn had provoked this Sith, and now the dark sider responded in kind.*

├óÔé¼┼ôTombs? This is a graveyard?├óÔé¼┬Ø *Kandar asked aloud, mostly to himself as his eyes quickly surveyed the area just one more time. People had always said that the Sith buried their dead on Korriban, but he had never thought he├óÔé¼Ôäód be seeing their graveyard. The Sith said he had been left behind, but they were not alone on the deserted planet. Synn├óÔé¼Ôäós eyebrows contracted, fully indicating that he thought there was something wrong with this Sith├óÔé¼Ôäós statement.*

├óÔé¼┼ôWhy would I want to learn about your ancient knowledge, Sith? That├óÔé¼Ôäós for fallen Jedi, I know nothing of your sick religion.├óÔé¼┬Ø A*n honest reply was made, his entire body language showing slight disgust, nearly spitting out those last few words.* ├óÔé¼┼ôWhy are we even talking partner? I thought you Sith killed first and asked questions later... This is not how I pictured my first time... People these days know nothing about romance...├óÔé¼┬Ø
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Post Sat Dec 08, 2012 12:46 pm

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*Specter could see the reaction in the mans face it was obvious he had never faced a force power before and seemed to be a little confused on how to react. He also was very careful having never taken his eyes off of Specter for more than a minute. Still what was bothering him was his lack of knowledge of the sith the most feared power within the galaxy this just would not be tolerated. So Specter began to pace back and forth as he began his long rant about the sith.*

I can see it on your face and hear it in your words you don't seem to know much about the sith at all. Let me be the first to educate you on what I really am. First off as you see we are on Korriban ancient home of the sith who back in ancient times was a race of sentient beings that basically thrived off of the darkside of the force like most creatures on this planet. The sith as they were once known are basically no more having become basically extinct but their teachings live on all that they had learned about the darkside. This is where I come in the sith of today is nothing more than a collection of many species who practice the use of the darkside of the force. Yes it is true as you had stated most sith were known for killing first and asking questions later but that was them just following the basic fundamentals of the darkside.

You see what is known as the darkside of the force is really just another way to harness the mystical energy that is known as the force. Yes most people who use the darkside to become vastly corrupted by this power and so as you know us begin mass killings an conquests to take over the galaxy. Of course some sith had been very contempt with just gaining personal power in other words just gaining more knowledge of the force and becoming stronger through that. These sith are usually never as well known as the great conquerors are but they are usually just as powerful and so that my friend is what I truly am a darksider a sith.
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Post Sat Dec 08, 2012 2:19 pm

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*The wraith├óÔé¼Ôäós reaction was not at all what Kandar had thought it would be, he was after all expecting a violent response after his honest feedback. The scene was almost picturesque in its ominous simplicity, and ancient design. The statues that loomed over them spoke of the Sith of primordial times, and in all fairness this particular Sith did hold the same taste in fashion as it was customary in tales of the dark ones.

He had heard in the past jokes about Jedi and Sith alike, even about Mando├óÔé¼Ôäóade, but it still felt a tad odd to see that some might have been true. A frown of confusion flashed through Kandar├óÔé¼Ôäós features, just wondering why this Sith felt like educating him on the matter of all that was Sith. The humanoid├óÔé¼Ôäós words felt like an echo in the distance, with Synn trying to discern the meaning behind each and every uttered syllable.

The dark hooded creature spoke of the Sith of the past with an apparent sense of reverence in his voice, even though Synn could be wrong in his assumption. He remembered some of the tales about the first of their kind, red skinned lizard folk of some kind. Beats that thrived from carnage and war, and little more. What lingered in more recent times were dark side wannabes that enjoyed flaunting fancy titles of their past reincarnations. Or so he thought.

The mercenary could understand the reasoning behind the creatures words, as they made some sense to his rational mind. Not all sentient beings were the same, each finding their own path and forging it as they walked through it. But that held little meaning to him, for all he desired was to get the kriff out of there and into the great beyond once more. Some called them conquerors, while others called them mass murderers. It was all a matter of semantics and in that respect, Kandar wanted none of it at that time.*


├óÔé¼┼ôOk...├óÔé¼┬Ø *He allowed the word to escape his lips without much thought.* ├óÔé¼┼ôI still don├óÔé¼Ôäót understand how that would affect me, but sure.├óÔé¼┬Ø *Kandar continued speaking, while taking another step back. The urge to fire a volley of shots at the lone Sith and race back to his ship was nearly suffocating his reasoning. Still he imagined his attempt to be a fool├óÔé¼Ôäós errand, since the creature had moments ago used its magic├óÔé¼Ôäós to relieve him of his grenade. Who could say he wouldn├óÔé¼Ôäót do the same with him?*

├óÔé¼┼ôThis is all well and good partner, but what the heck do you want from me? You wouldn├óÔé¼Ôäót be lecturing me unless you wanted something, would you?├óÔé¼┬Ø *His words sharp and to the point, even as he continued trying to come up with some sort of last minute tactic to toss into the mix.*
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Post Sat Dec 08, 2012 3:15 pm

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*Specter continued to pace back and forth only stopping to look at the and see his reaction towards his words. In full honesty it looked as if he was having a nervous break down or a panic attack in other words he just might be scared out of his mind. It was not at all the reaction he was expecting even though it was greatly an appreciated reaction but he could of at least acted this when he found out oh my god the ghost looking thing speaks. Instead he saved it for when he ever so kindly given the man a small amount of information towards what he was facing. So sighing to himself he stopped pacing to finally answer the man's last questions hoping this should finally make him realize why he bothered talking to him in the first place.*

How this effects you well I sense an amount of force sensitivity in you and so you to are capable of wielding this power that I have. Therefore one day you will have to make a choice and so with this knowledge I give you the ability to make a better choice that suits you. For now why I am even talking to you is because as I said I am stranded here and you have a ship and I am in need of one and just don't feel like taking yours from you.
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Post Sat Dec 08, 2012 4:46 pm

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*The Sith appeared to be restless, but that would soon come to halt as the humanoid stopped pacing around. The first bit of information surprised the mercenary, even though not to such an extent that his entire body language would convey just that. There was acknowledgement in the back of his head, while his eyes opened slightly from their semi closed position from before. This Sith had to be lying, he just had to.

Shoving those next few words down into an endless pit, the hired gun finally relaxed a little. The carbine was lowered enough so as to not directly aim itself with the Sith├óÔé¼Ôäós head, but not enough that the mercenary wouldn├óÔé¼Ôäót be able to fire if suddenly attacked. Why did this Sith feel he was stranded he did not know, for he had seen evidence of occupation just as he had entered orbit.

A suspicious glance was taken towards the creature, shortly after Kandar nearly dared looking back towards his ship, finally ending it with a glare towards the Sith. While a part of him desired to just up and leave this creature behind, another enticed him to heed the demonic being.*
├óÔé¼┼ôYou want a ride, eh? Ok... We can do that...├óÔé¼┬Ø *His voice filled with caution and suspicion of the Sith├óÔé¼Ôäós real motives.

Still, the mention that he too could wield the ability to move things with the wave of a hand was enough to convince him of his current situation. He was now a mercenary sure, but this Force business could be a mighty weapon indeed.*
├óÔé¼┼ôShould we go now?├óÔé¼┬Ø *Synn asked as he positioned himself sideways with his left side aligned with his ship.*├óÔé¼┼ôOr do you feel like reading some more?├óÔé¼┬Ø T*he rhetorical question was asked and just like that the mercenary started walking ahead.

Truth be told, Kandar wanted to leave because he felt that this mission had gone completely sideways. Trying to outflank the Sith forces had been a bust, ending up finding a lone one, seemingly a renegade. His head slightly looked sideways just so he could see the Sith in the corner of his eyes, only to end up looking ahead shortly afterwards.*
├óÔé¼┼ôWhere are you headed anyway, Sith?├óÔé¼┬Ø
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Post Sat Dec 08, 2012 5:05 pm

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*Specter began to follow the man once he had lowered his weapon and had accepted what Specter had said to him. As he went he used the force to bring to him the small bag he had near the rock he had been sitting on. Of course almost as if what the man had said had given him the idea Specter took out his small book again and began to read it once more.*

You can call me Specter or Darth Specter if you really want to get all formal with the titles and everything. Also I may not have much to pay for your...kindness but I can offer to share my knowledge with you on the force and its many mysteries. As for where I am going I do believe my friends had gone to Dromuund Kaas though I am in no hurry to get there I just mostly wanted to get off this rock.
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Post Tue Dec 18, 2012 11:18 am

Re: Valley of the Dark Lords

*Hevn's infiltrator screams from orbit in a direct trajectory toward the Valley. It was where all the tombs were, including the one that collapsed. There are great and mighty monuments to the Sith Lords laid to rest here. Ones that towered high above even the small plateau Hevn had directed the pilot to land on. It hovers for a moment before setting down.

The ramp extends, and down strides Bedrovelse. He only took in his surroundings for a moment. Letting his eyes adjust to the voracious sun. Dust swept through the valley in a great gust, prompting the cyborg to raise a thick arm in shielding to his eyes. Shaking it off he turns toward the ramp, calling inside.*


"Scanners?"

=Roarchen Alpha=
"Nothing sir."

"No life at all. Strange. Was there not a cult before?"

=Roarchen Alpha=
"Not a damn thing. We have the location of the tomb, sir. Perhaps they cleared it, and went inside?"

"A possibility. Drop the speeder. I'll handle this alone."

=Roarchen Alpha=
"Understood. Deploying speeders now. We'll take care of anything that heads your way."

*Hevn nodded to the Shistavanen shortly, before the canine behemoth disappeared. With a hiss, a small compartment on the bottom of the ship opened, and a rack descended. There were two speeders upon it. Hevn strides towards them, and starting it up, rides off the small ramp it sits upon. Seemingly intuitive, the ship swallowed the ramp into it's belly and locked tight again. The ramp rose, to Hevn's small grin, and he pulls on the throttle. With a sharp whirring the speeder explodes from the short cliff, over another, and down a hill below it.

He was in the Valley, twisting his body to avoid large unsightly and tremendously dangerous boulders that skewed his path. There was a small trace of joy and excitement on his rigid face as he picked up speed, blazing his way toward the ruins that claimed his life....well...body, once.*
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Post Thu Dec 20, 2012 1:54 pm

Re: Valley of the Dark Lords

*The sands of Korriban kicked up behind the speeder as Hevn ripped through the valley unhindered. He was nearing his target. The small blip on the radar told him so, the beacon coming back in shorter intervals as the minutes rolled on. He had landed closer before.*

*"It had also been stupid to do so.", he thought to himself. It was strange that there had been no signals of life in the area. Before it had been teeming with irritants to duck and weave through. Annoying bugs, lizards, and the like standing between him and the tome. Now it was deserted. Eerily so.*

*He could see it now. The peak of a collapsed pillar jetting above the small dune. Pulling back he scales it, and comes to a halt at the top. The tomb was half buried in sand now. He curses silently, dismounting. A crackle in his ear prompts Bedrovelse to listen, rather than look ahead.*

:: Bedrovelse, there is a signal coming from inside the tomb....a broadcast. ::

*Hevn's hand rises to his ear. Giving the comm a short tap before speaking cooly into it.*

"Can you intercept it?"

:: Yeah, one second. ::

:: Kill him! Now! ::

"What the hell? Oh."

*Hooded figures emerged from what appeared to be a pit in the decline toward the tomb. From out of the blackness came those of darkness. Their faces were hidden in the shadows of their hoods. Their hands gripped lightsabers firmly, and confidently. They strode erratically at first, and then assumed a formation. Three, turned into nine. A wide line, a few feet between each.*

*Obviously in an attempt to surround me. Typical.

"I would have attacked in a line I think. Dashing toward the target, each following adjusting to their move, burying them in attacks from all sides much quicker than wrapping around."

They were better armed than he remembered, and stronger. Their auras are fierce now. Honed. Practiced dark siders. The question is simply how? How did they hone their powers with no one to guide them? What did they know?

No matter. Pick them apart, and continue. Start with the goon that takes you head on, turn around, and topple them like dominos. Let us begin.*


*It wasn't quite a smile. A smirk of bemusement would have been more accurate. Bedrovelse reaches into his coat towards his belt, and removes the elongated hilt of his saberstaff. Twisting it once, he thumbs ignition. A slow woosh emits from both ends of the staff. Two silvery blue blades. Nine screeches of red light spring into the hands of the Sith. They begin to wrap around, and Hevn takes confident strides forward.

Getting closer he could see they worse masks. Black ones. Eyeless. Face protection for certain, but by extension also a powerful sense of force sight. He nods the silent observation to himself and sweeps forward in a dash. He pulls his left arm back, holding the staff in the center, and jabs the blade at the gut of the man dead in the middle.

The red blade flourishes from bottom to top, swinging high and horizontally to push the blue one up. Hevn lets it, using his right hand to grip the hilt, he brings the other end up in a swipe beneath the red blade. It turns to smack counter clockwise into his uppercut and driving it to his right. Now the left hand, push forward to draw one end back, and send the blade flying for the left shoulder. The Sith has to throw his body to turn the blade again, blocking it in the identical fashion other that the turn of his hips, and that was where Hevn caught him. His back right leg bursts from the sand in it's comfortable idle position and smashes the heel of his boot into ribs. The kick caved in the Sith's ribcage, pushing bone into lung, and sending the Sith flying a short ways into a crumpled, writhing, silently wheezing mass upon the ground. The Sith releases his saber, and cradles his middle.*


*Hevn could feel him or her dying. Slowly. In excruciating pain. Though it didn't seem to make any effort to touch the force. His awareness peaks though as the others stood by very calmly, and with relatively no movement while he dispatched the first to fight him.*

*One approaches from his left, and one from his right. Four in two relative lines waiting at his 10 o'clock, and 2 o'clock. The one to the left draws it's blade high to slash from Hevn's neck to left shoulder. The one on the right draws it's blade low, to swing through the back of his right knee.*

*Hevn feels the life slip from the Sith behind him. Bedrovelse focuses on the dead Sith's weapon. Using his sense in the force to seize it, ready for ignition, and sling it from the body toward the Sith on the right. Hevn's concentration is precise, aiming high while the two appeared to be focused on him very directly.*

*Hevn ignites the launched lightsaber. It spins to brilliant red life and rips through the Sith's neck, leaving only the one on the left to deal with. He raises his left hand gripping the staff, causing the hilt to sit horizontally with a blade on either side of his torso. The red blade slams into his blue one, pushing it down and to his left. Hevn turns his chin, ducking his head, and spins his body to the right.*

*Bedrovelse touches the force again. He needs just a little more speed to catch this one off guard. He reaches into the well of darkness in this place. Somewhere in that tomb feeding these Sith what they desired. Hevn could also touch it. He pulls on it, and accelerates his spin to twice his bodily capability.*

*The right blade of his staff cleaves the Sith in half in a flash of silvery blue. Hevn having completed his three-sixty degree turn, saw one from each side charging him at full speed now. The left was closest. Hevn springs from his back leg, footsteps pounding through the sand behind him, and throws his saber staff with a great heave toward the Sith's face. There was still a little touch left of speed for the force to lend him, and Bedrovelse uses it. The sith raises his saber in defense, deflecting Hevn's staff back toward him. He raises his left hand again to snatch it, and stopping damn near on a dime throws his right leg up. It was like a mosgoth taking flight, his leg was a great black wing rising. It smashes into the Sith's wrist, below the pommel of the lightsaber, throwing his arm up and weapon high. With his leg still up, his mechanical left leg stabilizes balance, and turning his wrist he jerks his arm to plunge the right blade into the heart of the Sith. He falls back, limp, as the one behind Bedrovelse sails through the air to strike at the back of his head.

Hevn bends his right leg at the knee and lets his left give out. He tucks himself low to roll forward. He hits the sand hard, and tries to jet up to his feet quickly. He could hear the lightsaber barely miss him, and come around for a follow up. As he turns his blade to parry, a ferocious push launches him from behind, and throws him toward the Sith. Bedrovelse being of greater weight takes the man off his feet, and lands on top of him. He raises his fist quick, and slams it square into the middle of the mask. He felt it cave, and the man beneath fail to move again.

There were two in front of him, walking now, as a hand reached around his face, and jerks his neck back. It was impressively strong. Before he knew it a dagger had been driven through his left eye. Hevn didn't scream, at least not on the outside. It was internalized instantly. His body seemed to know the stakes, and his mind and spirit did not fail him.

Laughter filled the air as the dagger tried to cut deeper, yet could not penetrate any further than the eyeball. Hevn's plated skull held his brains from being scrambled completely.*


*Pain. Twisting ferocious pain screwed up every thought or plan he could make. Hevn connects to the only thing he can. The sand scratching at his knees, coating his lips, raking his face with the wind. He reaches deep into the force to alter his environment.*

*The ground beneath each Sith seems to abandon them. The sand shifts aside, creating man sized holes, and then filling in to bury them chin deep in sand. They struggle to do anything other than wiggle. Hevn rises, anger etched into every feature. He raises a hand to his bleeding eye, and strides toward the two that laughed. One kick, two kicks. Two dead. Broken limp necks hanging from their spines as they had nearly been swept clean off with the power of his legs. Turning to the one who managed to stab him, he nods.*

"You weren't trying to kill me. Were you?"

*There was no sound. So Hevn tore the mask from the Sith's face. A pale woman, with scarlet eyes peered at him squinting as the sunlight touched her for the first time in eons. Bedrovelse places the staff back at his belt, squeezes her face with his hand. After a few hard raps against her cheek bones, he places his hand higher. His fingers and thumb have a vice grip on her temples. He places another hand up to his eye.*

"Take from her what she has taken from me. I offer her body, and soul in kind. Bogan grant me sight."

*Thus far, Hevn had not managed to perform the Sith Spell for healing in any way that could simply manifest healing on it's own. It had to be taken from something or someone. In the first case it had been from him to another. In this case it would be eye for an eye, and something more.*

*The burn was excruciating. He squeezed on her head, palm charged with dark and abyssal energies. He could feel her skull cave without any pressure he applied. His eye socket felt as though a drill were pushing from inside of his skull, out. His body trembles at the pain, he was not above it. Tears spilling from his eyes, pain too deep for sound. At last he sighed. With his hands falling to his hips he looked upon the woman with both eyes wide open. It was as though the desert claimed her. Only a skeleton left.

Shaken and disturbed he rises, body taxed from the power he summoned to restore his eye. He looks toward the pit in the sand, sensing nothing.*
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Post Mon Dec 24, 2012 9:17 am

Re: Valley of the Dark Lords

:: Good grief, what the kriff was that? ::

*Hevn kneels in the sand, staring into the encompassing blackness of the steady decline into the hole. He is very still, assessing as he always did. He waited a while, thinking on it.*

*Alpha is a patient man, he knew. Thinking hard on a few different facts in this situation. Those Sith were strong. Cunning. Acceptable fighters. He didn't sense them coming though. Not until they were marching out of there. Hevn knew that once they did not return, an alarm of sorts would be raised. Whatever lay beneath these sands would amass their forces and prepare. He was not so certain he desired entry just yet. A steep exhaustion had gripped him. He had pushed his body far during the fight. Every instinct, movement, and release of strength and agility aided by the force.*

"Sith. Strong ones."

:: The scanners didn't even pick them up until you were already fighting, mate. ::

"I thought as much. I could not sense them with the force either."

:: Alchemy you think? I've heard of Sith using it in their structures to keep themselves hidden. ::

"I agree. The question is who brought that kind of power here. It was not so when last I visited."

:: Course of action, sir? ::

"Necromancy."

:: Freak. ::

"Better idea?"

:: No, but that doesn't change that you're a twisted mother kriff Hevn. ::

"She looked close enough to human, Roarshen."

:: kriff you. ::

"I want you out here. I need over watch on that opening while I tear the answers from their souls."

*Hevn spared the moment to chuckle loudly into the comm before they dropped to silence. It was not often Hevn took any type of humor to heart, but teasing the giant Shistavanen was a pleasure always. Hevn eyes scan the ground, retracing the footprints in the sand toward the body of the first combatant.*

*That Sith had been a decent enough fighter. Courageous enough to take on the Jen'jidai alone, and last more than a few seconds. The others had attacked in pairs. They lacked the ability to parry and anticipate. They had not been standing front and center to apprehend or kill Hevn. He had not given them the chance to speak and find out. Using what little he could analyze from the altercation, he chooses this one for twisting to life again.

The true forces of Bogan were deep and rich. Their powers encompassed more than just the Dark Side of the force, as he was sure Ashla mirrored. There were powers that could be summoned with incantation in their ancient language, and tax the body little if practiced appropriately. Interrogating those he butchered was a past time, as it just so happened, and he would be more than strong enough still to get the answers he desired.*


*Bedrovelse approaches the body in short strides. The last one very short, as he winds his leg back and kicks the body over. Kneeling down he peels the mask off the face of a young man. Couldn't have been older than 20. The face was twisted with the dark side.*

*Was such mangling possible so young? One would have to be immersed constantly in the dark side for such corruption to twist a face so. There were deep, disgusting wrinkles in the skin of his cheeks. His eyes are sunken, and shriveled. All of his features seemed pinched toward the center of his face in some way. Toward a cut on his nose.*

*Hevn's large hand grabs the man around the neck, and hoists the limp body into the air. He places his free palm in front of his face. In the distance he heard a speeder tearing into the wind. Up on a hill he descended to get here. A stooped black figure lurked upon the lip of the ridge, glaring down.

Pleased, Hevn begins to channel raw power into his prosthetic hand.*


"In battle here I proved you weak,
your meager frame will provide the answers I seek.
From the river to hell I pull you from,
opens your eyes and answer me now."


*Magic was not like the use of the force. For Sith Magic, Hevn had to wrench a powerful emotional response from his soul to tap into the energies of the deepest and darkest black. He chose his betrayer. Hevn recalls the golden halls of the Ronove Order, glittering and magnificent. His rich history flowing in the very veins of the Academy. His pupils envious eyes drinking him in. Her face. The devil which shook the tree of power for influence, and used it to root him from the only place he ever called home. Her saber flourished, and oh his rage. His rage collapsed the walls in a mighty scream. He tore through the halls with hatred boiling his blood as her reinforcements circled him. Wrath enveloping the shame of retreat! Oh the fury burned him to this day.....*

*A violent choking noise erupted in the man Hevn was holding high off the ground now. The boy opened blind eyes. Milky white they were, yet they stared down upon Bedrovelse instantly. He opened his mouth, tongue wiggling at Hevn's grip. It was like a vice around the body's neck, and the corpse's hands wrapped around his metal wrist, scratching at his synthetic skin.*

"Who sent you?"

*The man jerked in his grip, a seizure tearing through every limb as the dark side continued to pour into the body. He could see the corpse fighting it. Trying to push it's essence back into the netherealm rather than be forced to answer him. At last another great tremor shook through the body. It settled, eyes focused on Hevn's pale sapphire ones.*

"Caldera of the Sword."

"Phantasmagoria? The ghost blade?"

*It nodded. Bedrovelse snapped his neck in a violent twist and dropped the writhing, soundlessly screaming, body to the ground. He was not pleased. Rage corrupted every calm feature of his face into a contortion of anguish. Hevn turns toward the darkness in the sand, eyes ablaze with an azure inferno.*

"BLAIVE! I summon thee and the blade you possess! Answer the call of your master!"

*There was a creeping coolness touching his mind. A fortress designed to keep such attacks away was repelling it firmly. Still it pushed on, forcefully, though gaining no ground. A blanket of snow against a great concrete wall. Hevn lets it through, knowing it to be his insolent minion's reach.*

~You left me here.....now take me back.....~

"So be it."

*Hevn had brought this kind of power here.*
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