Viox Savage
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Post by Viox Savage on Dec 17, 2018 9:05:35 GMT -8
Roon - High Orbit Destiny Ascension
Once both members of the Blackguard were confirmed to be on board, Kilran gave his orders.
"All hands, secure for transit. Ensure all stations are prepped to come out hot. Engines, take us out."
Maneuvering away from Roon's naturally formed gravity well, the massive Mandator-II Class Star Dreadnought cleared Roon's gravity well and accelerated to hyperspace...
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Darth Xethuys
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Post by Darth Xethuys on Aug 9, 2021 11:10:26 GMT -8
Roon's Orbit. Golan VIII Space Defense Platform: Herald
The crews of the Herald were ready for any incoming vessels that were hostile. And the scattered defense satellites were keyed to attack any vessel marked as Imperium. All in all, Roon was secured like the fortress world that it had been intended to be. Nothing was breaking through Roon's orbit without a severe fight on their hands. And, being loyal to Mistress Valken, the men and women formerly aligned to the Imperium were gunning for a fight.
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Viox Savage
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Post by Viox Savage on Aug 10, 2021 9:04:34 GMT -8
Roon's Orbit - Imperium Teleos-Class Heavy Cruiser: PandoraEmerging from hyperspace, well out of Herald's firing lanes, the Teleos-Class Heavy Cruiser, Pandora, appeared in Roon's shipping lanes. While the ship was far enough to be safe from the Golan Defense Platform, the defense satellites that had been arrayed to protect the shipping lanes around Roon, were unfortunately in range. Standing on the bridge, Admiral Terrence Hood issued his orders to the Sith Knights that were down in their respective interceptors."Alright Knights, Overseer Valken seems to have been expecting us. Launch now. We'll draw fire and bring in the cavalry." turning his attentions to the tactical station, he issued more orders. "Our redundant shielding may give us an advantage, but those capital grade Ion Cannons will make short work of us. Target all satellites in range, prioritizing closest to furthest and light 'em up!"Laser fire and ion fire from the nearest satellites arced towards the Pandora, while she accelerated and began targeting the defense satellites nearest to her. As they engaged, a transmission was sent out to the rest of the Sith'ari's fleet.Grand Admiral Bennette, we've encountered heavy resistance. Requesting reinforcement A-S-A-P. The Sith Knights are away and on mission.Hopefully the rest of the fleet was ready to go, otherwise the Pandora wouldn't last long on its own...
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Post by Darth Xethuys on Aug 14, 2021 8:40:17 GMT -8
Roon's Orbit - Golan VIII Space Defense Platform: Herald.
The appearance of a lone Teleos-Class Heavy Cruiser wasn't surprising. Overseer Valken knew the rest of the Imperium would make their presence known within a day or two of Order 212 being issued. What was surprising, was the fact that it was just a single ship. Against the 72 defense satellites as well as the defense platform, it stood little chance. However, it had remained out of the Herald's firing lanes. This resulted in fighters being launched to try and draw the ship in closer. So far, a handful of defense satellites had been destroyed or rendered inoperable, which had cleared a section of the shipping lanes from hostile fire. Either the lone heavy cruiser was merely clearing a lane to escape, or the more likely scenario, it was clearing a lane for the arrival of more ships. Either way, there wasn't much that could be done about it at this point. But the fight continued.
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Viox Savage
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Post by Viox Savage on Aug 14, 2021 14:16:21 GMT -8
Roon's Orbit - Nightfall Command.The Tenebrae-Class Battleship, Nightfall, emerged from hyperspace near Roon. Following it was the rest of the ships that made up Nightfall Command. Two Thanatos-Class Heavy Cruisers, one Teleos-Class Heavy Cruiser, two Terminus-Class Destroyers, four Gage II-Class Frigates and finally eight Archon-Class Escort Gunships. Knowing full well that Overseer Valken wasn't going to lay down and just let this happen, the Sith'ari's personal fleet had been dispatched after Admiral Hood had called for reinforcements. Now all that was needed was to clear Roon's orbit. The Nightfall began bearing down on the Herald, the Golan VIII Space Defense Platform. While the platform was certainly powerful, the Tenebrae-Class Battleship was built to fight. Bristling with offensive weaponry, enhanced by an advanced targeting system, the Tenebrae would make short work of the orbital platform.*
*Turbolaser fire and ion barrages danced back and forth between the Nightfall and the Herald, while fighters wove in and around the station and the battleship, locked in vicious combat. The rest of the fleet spread out and began destroying the orbital satellites, clearing a lane for the frigates and gunships to push into Roon's atmosphere. Escorting the four Gage II-Class Frigates, the Archon-Class Escort Gunships followed the path that was being cleared until they were able to descend upon Roon itself...
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Post by Lizbeth Klassen on Aug 15, 2021 9:41:15 GMT -8
Roon's Orbit - Imperium Teleos-Class Heavy Cruiser: PandoraEmerging from hyperspace, well out of Herald's firing lanes, the Teleos-Class Heavy Cruiser, Pandora, appeared in Roon's shipping lanes. While the ship was far enough to be safe from the Golan Defense Platform, the defense satellites that had been arrayed to protect the shipping lanes around Roon, were unfortunately in range. Standing on the bridge, Admiral Terrence Hood issued his orders to the Sith Knights that were down in their respective interceptors."Alright Knights, Overseer Valken seems to have been expecting us. Launch now. We'll draw fire and bring in the cavalry." turning his attentions to the tactical station, he issued more orders. "Our redundant shielding may give us an advantage, but those capital grade Ion Cannons will make short work of us. Target all satellites in range, prioritizing closest to furthest and light 'em up!"Laser fire and ion fire from the nearest satellites arced towards the Pandora, while she accelerated and began targeting the defense satellites nearest to her. As they engaged, a transmission was sent out to the rest of the Sith'ari's fleet.Grand Admiral Bennette, we've encountered heavy resistance. Requesting reinforcement A-S-A-P. The Sith Knights are away and on mission.Hopefully the rest of the fleet was ready to go, otherwise the Pandora wouldn't last long on its own... During the initial moments after their arrival, the Sith Knights had made their way back down to their interceptors and were ready to launch. As soon as the word came from Admiral Hood, Lizbeth signaled the rest of her team. Nine Interceptors lifted off from the deck and streaked out into the void of space. Moments after they were clear of the hangar, their stealth systems were engaged. Weaving in and out of the defense satellites that were now focusing on the Pandora, Klassen and her team could head to the planet's surface without being detected. They had a job to do, and being discovered now would only complicate things in the long run.Form up on me, Kanasazi Squad. We're heading down to the outskirts of Nime. Intel puts Overseer Valken's estate on the coast, overlooking the Roon Sea. Once we land, we blend in and collect intel. Receiving acknowledgements from the rest of her team, she nodded confidently to herself. She could do this. Gripping the controls, she piloted the Interceptor down to Roon's surface, with the others in tow.
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Post by Darth Xitan on Nov 3, 2021 18:55:34 GMT -8
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Post by Azrea Thrune on Nov 8, 2021 5:53:14 GMT -8
Having followed their main fleet, the Fenrir alongside the two Surtidor-Class Heavy Cruisers Emperor's Hand and Ashes of Endor arrived within the orbit of Roon, awaiting further orders from Darth Xazatar and foremost the mysterious Supreme Leader, that wished to know Azrea in person. Alongside her new faithful men, that once had served the Solenbaran Diarchy, had arrived, having sworn their loyality towards the one true Emperor, Darth Sidious, one of the three that the Cult worshipped.
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Dragus
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Post by Dragus on Nov 8, 2021 13:33:43 GMT -8
It was no easy feat traveling to Roon, for few passable routes were known to reach it, lest one be foolish enough to traverse the cosmic dust cloud known as the Cloak of the Sith to seek it out. Furthermore, upon reaching the isolated world, one might find it less than hospitable. Setting aside the lethal ring of asteroids and meteorites that encircled it like some celestial krayt dragon protecting its den, the world itself only rotated on its axis once per orbit around its star, leaving one side of the planet in perpetual darkness for the length of its calendar year. Roon was not a nice place; perhaps it was for this reason that the Sith Eternal cult found it so to their liking.Thunder and fire could be seen at the edge of the cloud as something made its way towards the planet, emerging from the treacherous natural encompassing shield of debris, having tread the dangerous cloak. The tip of an all-to-familiar wedge shape appeared, black as the abyss as more of the hull emerged from the storm. It was an Imperial II-class Star Destroyer, with some...unusual, modifications made to its hull. Impervium spikes, typically thrust through the frozen corpses of those that displeased its dark master, had been scrubbed clean of their cadaverous art. Now they were as shiny as the day they had been welded to its hull, decorating its surface like a field of impaling spines awaiting consecration through crucifixion of the unworthy. Though the hull was almost entirely black in hue, a vain portrait could be seen around the entrance to its hangar bay, appearing as a fanged maw so reminiscent of the saurian Sith to which it belonged. Beyond these additions, it was more or less the same as any other destroyer of its class, save perhaps the aura of malignance that permeated every hull plate. One didn't need the Force to tell that it was evil. They need only look at it. It was known by all throughout the galaxy, from the Jedi of Corellia to the Mandalorians of Clan Australis on Myrkr, as the flagship of one of the most depraved beings in the known universe. This was the Covenant of Blood.Within the darkened corridors of the ship, absent any form of deck lighting save upon the bridge, things lurked in the shadows cast by Sith cultists carrying lumen rods as they went about their business. The cultists were mainly umbarans, with black hearts warped by cruelty and the depravities they had been forced to endure at the hands of their fell master. They had laughed at first when their lord had told them they were to end their service to the Almighty Eye and join the Cult of the Eternal, well, until Dragus had begun to rip the tongues from their mouths and eat them in front of their pale eyes. After those events, they came to acknowledge that change was perhaps a good thing. They certainly didn't speak of it, tongue-less and all, but the sentiment was felt all the same. Packs of diseased ranats scurried through vents and in tight spaces where the cultists and their gangs of slaves couldn't quite fit, hunted by creatures of black scale and eyes the colour of blood. Of all the warped entities that inhabited the vessel, it was the Children of Dragus that were perhaps the most terrifying. Barabels, tainted by Sith alchemy from the time they were nothing more than an egg, became feral monsters absent any true form of sentience. They shared their mother's dark appetite and ceaseless hunger for the flesh of man.Upon the bridge seated in the command throne was one of Dragus' dark apostles, Lorn Dirkwood. He wore the dark livery of a Sith acolyte and shared the same paleness of skin as the umbaran cultists, though he was human by origin. Time spent aboard the blighted warship had twisted his flesh in much the same way as it had his wounded soul. A line of scar tissue encircled his neck, a reminder that his head had been removed from his shoulders by one of the former Famine Lord's apprentices. Unfortunately for Lorn, there was no escaping service to the Dark Apothecary unless he allowed it so. Dragus had seen fit to reattached the apostles head and resurrect him through some means of dark science. The commander of the vessel raised a gloved hand and scratched at the scar, assailed by a phantom itch that haunted his every waking moment. "Damage report." Demanded Lorn to the bridge crew. A wet cough wracked one of the wretches at their station, before being compelled to answer the apostle. "Several hull breaches in the lower decks, M'lord. Nothing the spacetroopers shouldn't be able to repair given time." Not bad, it certainly could have been worse. Lorn had wanted to take the known route into the system but his master had commanded they take the scenic route instead, addicted to dramatics as he was. Of course his first Dark Apostle obeyed, he always obeyed. There was no other choice. "Then set them to the task. Let them know if they find any of our crew floating out there, attach them to the spikes on the hull. We wouldn't want them to miss the first sight of our new home."Repair efforts were underway as the Covenant drifted lazily towards the planet, its belly still sated from the reaping of Varonat. The children had eaten well, though it was only a matter of time before they needed to feast again. They were always so very hungry...
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Post by Viox Savage on Nov 10, 2021 20:45:13 GMT -8
Prior to the Sith Eternal's arrival Roon's Orbit - Nightfall Command.The Tenebrae-Class Battleship, Nightfall, emerged from hyperspace near Roon. Following it was the rest of the ships that made up Nightfall Command. Two Thanatos-Class Heavy Cruisers, one Teleos-Class Heavy Cruiser, two Terminus-Class Destroyers, four Gage II-Class Frigates and finally eight Archon-Class Escort Gunships. Knowing full well that Overseer Valken wasn't going to lay down and just let this happen, the Sith'ari's personal fleet had been dispatched after Admiral Hood had called for reinforcements. Now all that was needed was to clear Roon's orbit. The Nightfall began bearing down on the Herald, the Golan VIII Space Defense Platform. While the platform was certainly powerful, the Tenebrae-Class Battleship was built to fight. Bristling with offensive weaponry, enhanced by an advanced targeting system, the Tenebrae would make short work of the orbital platform.*
*Turbolaser fire and ion barrages danced back and forth between the Nightfall and the Herald, while fighters wove in and around the station and the battleship, locked in vicious combat. The rest of the fleet spread out and began destroying the orbital satellites, clearing a lane for the frigates and gunships to push into Roon's atmosphere. Escorting the four Gage II-Class Frigates, the Archon-Class Escort Gunships followed the path that was being cleared until they were able to descend upon Roon itself... Roon's OrbitThe engagement between the Nightfall and the defending Herald had been a vicious one. The Golan VIII was certainly no slouch when it came to defensive firepower, and it showed on the battleship's hull. Several hull breaches could be seen, along with a handful of big black scorch marks. But the Nightfall had proven to be the superior. The Golan VIII formerly identified as the Herald was now nothing more than several large hunks of floating space debris. At the destruction of the central controlling point, the defense satellites ceased their fire as they were no longer being controlled by Overseer Valken's forces. Little more than a navigation hazard, the rest of the fleet had broken orbital lines and were now arrayed against the port city of Nime on the surface. All Blackguard forces that had been loyal to the Overseer and ignored Order 212 had consolidated there and the invading forces loyal to the Sith'ari were more than happy to bring the fight to them. The two heavy cruisers maintained a position in high orbit, offer their extensive fighter support to harass the enemy fortifications on the surface and escort friendly dropships and shuttles. The two destroyers were busily clearing the rest of the now inactive defense satellites and acting as a rearguard for the heavies as they worked. The four frigates and eight gunships, however, had descended into Roon's atmosphere and were engaged in surface activities, deploying troops and targeting hostile emplacements and fortifications. Had Overseer Valken not been so overconfident in her chances of survival, she'd have been smart and dug her heels in at the Fortress of Tawntoom...however the Overseer was overconfident in her chances and dared the Imperium to come in and get her. To which the Imperium happily obliged. Though the landing of troops to engage the Overseer's forces on the outskirts of Nime was merely a distraction for the real threat...
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Post by Dragus on Nov 24, 2021 16:04:32 GMT -8
Along the only known route into the system, a Tector-class Star Destroyer reverted from hyperspace, gliding towards the planet like a silent hunter. It's hull had been painted black, concealing the impervium alloy enforced wedge at the front of the warship, occasionally used for ramming enemy ships. It was known among the followers of Famine as the 'Night Lord', having served in action from the Jedi occupied planet of Corellia to the battle hardened Mandalorian world of Myrkr. Though still in service to the Great Devourer, it no longer bared the emblem of the Almighty Eye, having changed loyalties to the Cult of the Sith Eternal. It stalked towards Roon's only moon, where the 'Covenant of Blood' was beginning to take up position. The Covenant had just finished its repairs and was now turning its fearsome turbolaser cannons towards the pock marked surface of the natural satellite, stripped of its atmosphere by a hundred thousand meteor strikes that had bombarded its airless planes since the time of the systems formation. Brilliant green lances of high intensity laser fired into the cold vacuum and streaked across the empty void between the warship and the moon, hammering a section of its surface with considerable force. As the Night Lord moved into range its own cannons were turned to the same effect, blasting away at the same section as the Covenant, transforming celestial dust into a glass covered hell-scape, rapidly cooling in the cold of space. After a few minutes of precision targeted volleys, the guns of both warships ceased, cooling after continuous use. Before the devastation wrought by the lance strikes even settled, streams of transports departed the fanged maw of the Covenant's hangar, escorted by space-troopers riding on their hulls. The cascade of shuttles headed for the strike zone, carrying building supplies and teams of slave labourers garbed in vacuum suites.Within the command quarters of the Night Lord, dark acolyte Jerec Cretin stood in front of a holo-emitter, linked to the Covenant's own command quarters where dark acolyte Lorn Dirkwood was waiting. They were quite the pair, both among the original five of the Hungering One's most loyal followers, referred to by their master as his dark apostles. Both human, at least by birth, they each displayed the same afflictions that all of Dragus' closest confidants suffered from. Their skin was pale to near translucence, crisscrossed with risen black veins that seemed to writhe beneath the surface of their exposed skin. Their eyes had yellowed, were bloodshot and sunken, an obvious sign of physical corruption. Where Lorn had a head of short grey hair, Jerec's scalp had been shaved bald, glistening under the low glow of the deck lights. Both wore similar attire, traditional black Sith garb with crimson etching, covered in a robe of shadowsilk. Each had a lightsaber hanging from their belt containing a dual combination of dragite and nextor crystals mined from the frigid world of M'haeli, once a proud part of the saurian Sith's former empire. The two were in the midst of deep conversation."Surface composition is much as we expected. I believe it will suitably serve our lord's intended purpose." Said Jerec in his gravely tone, gauging Lorn's mood from the projection of his figure, and perhaps a small exertion of the malevolent fey. "What was that name you used for it? Luna? A bit unoriginal if you ask me."That's why I didn't ask you, Jerec. Came Lorn's snarky retort. He itched at the ring of scar tissue encircling his neck, a constant irritation. He could feel his fellow apostle attempting to reach out to him through the fey, thusly raising a mental barrier to keep the other acolyte out. Don't probe too far, brother. Or I may reach back.Threats between the followers of Dragus were as natural as breathing. The Dark Apothecary approved of such behavior, a little bit of 'friendly' competition for their master's affection.Annoyed, he responded. "That would be most unwise." He bared yellow teeth that had been filed to points, then just as quickly changed the topic. "How long until it is completed?"The hologram of Lorn shrugged and waved a gloved hand dismissively. That all depends on how fast the slaves expire. I expect a few months before the manufacturing facility is complete. This Darth Astera our lord spoke of will simply have to make due with the production factories on the surface until then." Again he seemed to itch at his ring of scar tissue, like a collar that ceaselessly chafed. As for the monolith, that may take quite a while longer. Why HE insisted on building it in space is beyond my comprehension."That's always been your problem, Lorn." Sneered Jerec spitefully. "You're still trying to understand the way his mind works. Don't, he is beyond our ability to make reason of. Simply trust that there is a plan in place. The master will see to the rest." Impatience and a desire to end their conversation weighed on him. "Are we done?"Oh, we'll never be done brother. Not unless HE wills it so. I'm proof of that, he thought. Yes, I suppose that's all for now. All glory to the Eye, brother."That caused Jerec to raise a curios brow. He stared at the console in front of him, double checking to make sure the channel was private and encrypted. Secure that their conversation was for their ears alone, he stated the obvious. "We don't say that anymore. To be perfectly honest I'm not sure what we say now." The new rules regarding the cult of the Eternal were not entirely clear, though both men knew they were expected to renounce their previous oaths to the Order of the Eye. Lorn should have known better.Another shrug. Some habits are hard to break. Besides, just because we no longer serve it, doesn't mean it isn't still watching. He bowed his head to conceal a wicked grin. Until we speak again, brother. The hologram of Lorn Dirkwood shut off.Now alone in the isolation of the command quarters, Jerec considered the words of his fellow dark acolyte. It was true that though they switched allegiance, the Eye itself was still out there, waiting and perhaps watching as Lorn had said. Certainly their master was aware of this and had taken the proper precautions to see it sated. He had seen many terrible things over the years during his service to Dragus, horrors that had left their mark on him, but the thought of an awakened Eye...it was simply too much to fathom. Burying that concern in the back of his mind, Jerec exited the command quarters and returned to the bridge. The Night Lord had taken a protective posture over the work site taking place on the surface of Luna.
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Post by Dragus on Dec 1, 2021 20:21:30 GMT -8
After unleashing its deadly salvo into the face of Luna One and further weeks spent transferring supplies to and from the moon base being constructed beneath the surface, the Covenant of Blood began to turn away and head towards the Cloak of the Sith. Shields at full strength, the Imperial II-class Star Destroyer risked the cosmic dust cloud, entering the potential lethal miasma and vanishing from sight as it exited the system. In its stead the Tector-class Star Destroyer 'Night Lord' guarded the newly constructed moon base, acting the part of a sentinel in waiting.
On the surface of the moon, connected by a series of subterranean tunnels, a monolith was beginning to take shape. Massive stones of meltmassif were positioned to form the base of a large pyramid shape. Seasoned space troopers and Inquisitorious dark troopers supervised the construction, with most of the manual labour performed by slaves recently harvested from Varonat. Large bodied Morodins moved countless stones into place, their bodies withering from months spent in the belly of the Covenant, growing weak and emaciated. When one slave expired, its body was repurposed as mortar for the stones and sustenance for the slave crews. No soul was wasted, the black altar at the heart of the site fed merrily on the spiritual energy of the deceased.
Standing in front of the forming void structure, Lorn Dirkwood and Jerec Cretin waited in vacuum suits, pondering the purpose of the forming temple.
"Well..." Said Lorn, scratching at the seal around his helmet where a ring of scar tissue rubbed irritatingly on the inside. "...what do you think it's for?"
Jerec closed his eyes and extended a portion of his power, casting his mind's eye to the dark waters of the malevolent fey and risking the tides that threatened to pull his soul into oblivion. He could feel the emptiness radiating from the core of the site, the ethereal black hole that threatened to devour anything near the device their lord had placed at its center. He still didn't understand the purpose of the machine the Hungering One had left in their charge. It seemed a strange unity of rakata and ssi-ruuk technology, a device capable of harnessing life energy and storing it in a contained space. For what reason? Only the Eye could possibly fathom. He opened his eyes and looked at Lorn, having little to offer in way of insight.
"I can't say for certain. It's definitely still dedicated to the Eye, despite His public denunciation of the Order. The iconography is all very familiar." He took a knee and examined one of the massive freighter sized meltmassif bricks. "The language is the same as what's written in the temple on Pzob. Not that I can decipher it."
Lorn nodded. "I thought the same. Don't be deterred, the symbols have been changing. Likely what you started to translate was different the next time you looked at it. Some devilry possesses the stone."
Eyes widening. "Is that even possible?"
A cold laugh of dark certainty rattled from Lorn's chest. "I wouldn't think so, but then you know him. He keeps secrets within secrets. If I had to guess this is where we will be bringing the rest of the slaves, probably for some new form of ritual sacrifice. He's always enjoyed the wet work the most. I think that's why he offered himself as an apothecary to this Supreme Leader. Anything to keep his claws wet with blood. His hunger..."
"I know." He interrupted. "It's getting bad again. I don't think we'll be able to talk him down this time. Whatever this is for, He will see it through to completion. My fear is that this latest madness will consume us all."
They both had heard their master speaking to himself, arguing with some phantom known only as the Will. Though He had claimed divine providence, they worried secretly that a rot had set in to their beloved master's mind. He had always been so devoted to his purpose, obsessed even, with the idea of a perfect being. Yet every dark apostle had felt the terrible gaze of the Eye, that malevolent entity that offered only eternal torment in exchange for service. Could even the Great Devourer be immune to such unrelenting compulsion? They didn't know. It seemed...unlikely.
"Oh Jerec, sweet faithful Jerec. It's too late for us. We're already on the inside looking out. All we can do is serve his dark desires and wait as the universe collapses around us."
The only thing Jerec could offer in reply was a defeated nod of his head.
He knew chaos had them. It didn't matter what gods you worshipped, who you called Emperor and whether or not their soul was immortal. The Eye claimed what it wanted, just as Palpatine had always intended for it. One could no more resist than stop the endless spinning of the galaxy. They were already damned.
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Post by Dragus on Dec 6, 2021 13:40:11 GMT -8
Thunder cracked and rumbled as a black hulled Imperial II-class Star Destroyer forced its way through the Cloud of the Sith, harried on all sides by the cosmic dust cloud, its cannons shredding apart the last few meteorites barring its path into the system. The Covenant of Blood returned from its latest conquest, its belly full of fresh slaves taken from the isolated world of Kesh, along with a few other items of interest. Their fear permeated the hull and mixed with the perpetual miasma of misery that seemed to project from the warship's wicked bones. Once clear of the debris cloud, shuttles exited the fanged maw of the vessel's hangar, streaking towards the surface of the planet, while others headed to the recently established base on the moon. Those bound for the Fortress of Tawmtoon were carrying the repto-avian uvaks and their unborn offspring, destined for the Fortress' aviary where they were to be bred and altered, as decreed by the Sith Eternal cult's dark apothecary. Joining the uvaks was Spite, the alchemically warped drexl of the Hungering One, the pack alpha as it were. As symphony of ion engine inspired shrieks escorted them as the TIE Defenders of Destitution Squadron got in some much needed practise.
On the surface of Luna One, newly arrived shuttle craft offloaded streams of purple skinned humanoids known as Keshiri, now slaves of the Eternal Order, branded with the emblem and beaten into submission. They were goaded by teams of cultists armed with barbed whips and cudgels, while the armoured giants in Inquisitorium Dark Trooper armour stood by and watched, occasionally prodding the recently cowed with the butt ends of their massive electro-axes. A gamma-class assault shuttle descended through an open gate that sealed behind it, heading into the depths of the facility carved into the crust of the orbital sphere. The interior hangar pressurized and was made breathable by the time the shuttle's landing struts connected with the floor, repulsors ceasing their constant whine as the engines were powered down. A hydraulic hiss sounded as the boarding ramp lowered to the ground. From the darkened interior, the five limbed figure of the former Famine Lord could be seen, strutting down the plank on toe talons while his dark shadowsilk robes swayed in the residual breeze dusted up by the cooling engines. Meeting the black scaled barabel at the bottom of the ramp was another member of the council of seven, a female human clad in a combination of Imperial science apparel and Sith mistress garb. Darth Astera stared at Dragus with two cobalt blue eyes, a smirk breaking her almost perpetual scowl.
"You've returned with the spoils of war, I see. Whatever purpose could you have for so many slaves, hmm?" Though her specialty was machines and all things mechanical, the darkside of the Force was no stranger to the director. She wore an invisible cloud of hate like a layer of second skin, studying her counterpart of the council with that cold analyzing gaze. And to think, they called Dragus a reptile, when Astera was clearly the cold blooded one. Rather than put on his own display of power, the saurian Sith allowed his physical presence to serve in its stead, parting his lips to reveal a sea of razor incisors. He grinned hungrily at the human, running a forked tongue over his scaled lips as beads of crimson dripped down his chin from bleeding gums. "Nevermind that now, dear Assstera. What do you think of the facility we've built for you here? Quite the impresssive engineering feat if I do sssay ssso myssself. You'll sssoon be pumping darktrooperz off the factory floor at record pace."
She could tell he was purposely avoiding the question, though she wouldn't press the issue for now. That's what her spies were for after all. What was of more curious note was the fact that Dragus had asked her to meet her here. He wouldn't have bothered doing so unless there was something he wanted.
"Indeed. Though I suspect your assistance with its construction was not out of the goodness of your...well, I'm not sure that you have one, but the word I was looking for was 'heart'." They both shared a laugh at that, Astera's humour displayed in a frigid snort, whereas the dark apothecary's was rich and full of madness. "Too true, my dear. I have need of your talentz. There iz sssomething I wish for you to build for me." This got her attention. A request from Dragus was unusual. Typically if he wanted something, he made it himself in that gore slicked laboratory of his. If he needed her help, it could only mean that what he wished for was purely machine, not an amalgamation of warped flesh and dark science. "I'm listening."
Bloody orbs peered into Astera's dark eyes, he leaned close enough to bring his snout next to her ear. What he was about to say was for her alone, not to be shared. "I've told you before about my brother Mortale..."
Whatever was discussed further between the two, something would come of it, and soon. Orbiting the moon, the Covenant continued to transport slaves to the monolith being constructed upon the surface of the natural satellite, now raised another story above the cold dust planes. Expired slaves floated in the void, tethered to the living that were still working away on the great project. A few more months and it would be completed. What that meant for the galaxy, only time would tell.
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Dragus
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Post by Dragus on Dec 24, 2021 9:51:01 GMT -8
Continued from the Fortress of TawntoomKrell's audio sensors listened as the acolyte recited part of an old familiar mantra. He had heard it before, many times in fact. In life he had been a Sith warrior, a lowly station when compared to a true Dark Lord of the Sith, but it had enabled him to hear a few lines of sacred text from time to time. It had never seemed to apply to his lot in life. Service was everything to him. His life had been a series of chains and those shackles hadn't been loosened in death either. Freedom was eternally beyond his grasp.He wasn't sure that he cared. He didn't really feel anything.Metal creaked as he clenched his right robotic hand, a warbots version of cracking ones knuckles. Reaching up, he slid the faceplate of his helmet over his skull, hiding away the ancient bone behind a visor of dark alchemically wrought iron. It no more concealed his mood than the skull itself, immobile as it was, but a habit long remembered over a few thousand years was a hard thing to shake."Why did you join the cult of the Eternal?" He hissed, steam venting through the grill of his faceplate. It wasn't like him to espouse curiosity and he was under no orders to gather information on Kel-Sin, but something pressed him to ask. Perhaps it was the slave in him, who had never had a choice in any decision he had ever made, wishing to know what would drive another to follow in this path willingly.
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Post by Kel-Sin Veshtu on Dec 24, 2021 15:07:06 GMT -8
His eyebrows rose in surprise and he wasn't quick enough to mask it. He hadn't expected the warbot to raise any line of enquiry; unsure whether there was programming or something other that brought the question forth he paused momentarily to calculate his response, for it had not occurred to him that his story was unknown by anyone in the cult.
He turned to regard the now steaming faceplate.
"Some I assume made the choice, initially I did not..."
He let that sentence hang in the air a moment before continuing.
"Then I was revealed truths, the culture saved me, saved my life and tore down the very fabric of the knowledge I held as fact, everything my life had been built on was a lie.
He paused again feeling the well of emotion, anger filling his core, he did not fear that anger as he had, he accepted, embraced it.
"The Eternal gave me not only a new purpose but a renewed vision, when all else crumbles whatever remains is the truth, there is strength in that, now the cult guide me but the fabric of what I believe in can not be undone like before."
He did not divulge further, but Kel-Sin did not believe in anything now greater than himself, it was the only way he could be certain to be victorious, no one could destroy his belief, if his belief was in himself, to destroy his belief would mean to destroy Kel-Sin. The power of the dark side gave him dominion over everything else and in time his power and so too his dominion would grow.
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Post by Dragus on Dec 26, 2021 7:36:49 GMT -8
"Sometimes..." Another great wisp of hot steam filtered through the grill. "...we must be broken in order to be built back stronger." As though to illustrate the point, he rested one mechanical gauntlet on the arm of his seat and squeezed, leaving an ident in the metal with his near unbreakable iron grip.
The truth in his words were ever so evident to him. Centuries ago he thought himself powerful, having been able to hold his own against even the likes of Warb Null. Yet all it had taken was an assassin's blade meant for his master at the time to end his living existence. Though he was now a slave in the deepest sense, the mechanical shell was stronger than his living body had ever been, capable of incredible feats of strength and savage brutality. The cost had been his immortal soul, now bound to the alchemized metal that housed his cybernetic parts and withered bones. But if it allowed him to continue to serve, for in that he found his own purpose, then the cost was well worth it. He saw what damnation awaited in the realm beyond. Better to be forever bound to this plane of existence, even if it meant he would never be free.
Within its dark housing, the black alter thrummed with an insatiable desire to feast. The combination of rakatan and ssi-ruuvi entenchment technology used to create the device had formed a hungering machine with an unquenchable thirst for soul energy. Though Krell had no capacity to use the darkside of the Force, he was in some sense a product of it, and thus even he could sense to some degree to gaping wound of life it presented. It seemed to feed on life energy in the same way his crystalline ostrine great-sword drew heat from the air, leaving any room more frigid for simply being present.
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Post by Kel-Sin Veshtu on Dec 26, 2021 15:32:18 GMT -8
Kel-Sin wondered how many times he must break, the code spoke of chains but he hadn't considered he would have to break each link.
He regarded the warbot with interest, the outwardly appearing mechanical monstrosity was far deeper and more complex than he would have given it credit and yet still mystery surrounded Krell still, but perhaps not so much as the pulsating object seated on the cold hard floor.
Kel-Sin drew his cloak about him, he could have sworn the temperature was cooler than before, perhaps there was something amiss with the conditioning unit, however there would not explain the queasyness he was feeling, he was brought a reprieve as the com buzzed to life calling him to the cockpit. He entered and placed a paid hand which gripped vice like to the headrest of the co-pilots seat and regarded the scene before him and nodded in awe.
Cutting out the sun so cast about it was an eerie yellowish glow was a stout and powerful 800 metre long warship that would be his home and his to command, accompanying her were three Arquitens class command cruisers, all ships were older designs, but designs thst had more than stood the test of time and in the right hands packed a considerable punch.
The pilot turned her head slightly to the side so she could see Kel-Sin's face.
"Welcome to the Event Horizon my Lord."
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Post by Dragus on Dec 27, 2021 7:48:10 GMT -8
Seated in silence in the back, Krell was otherwise quietly consumed with his own dark thoughts when his audio receivers recorded the conversation between the pilot and Kel-Sin, listening and replaying the conversation several times before reacting. Behind the armoured faceplate of the warbot's helmet, crimson photo-receptors flashed and dimmed, as close as it came to physically expressing its thoughts.
The Horizon? Were they boarding a warship or a pleasure yacht? He was used to vessels with more sinister names, like the Poisoned Chalice, the Violator, or even something a little more tame like the Grave Worm. The Horizon sounded almost pleasant by comparison.
He rose from his seat with a rusty creak and thudded over to the cockpit, stopping outside lest he would have to bend down just to enter. Pieces of desiccating tissue flaked from his ornamentation and joined an oozing pile of rotting filth that seemed to drip from the fresher bits of his decorations into a putrid pool at his metal boots. Leaning forwards, he stuck his head through the door frame to the cockpit and stared out the viewport at the vessel in view.
"It will suffice." Boomed his words with mechanical distortion. "Now lets proceed with all due haste. My joints are in sore need of lubrication and only the blood of our enemies will serve."
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Post by Kel-Sin Veshtu on Dec 27, 2021 15:02:44 GMT -8
Dragus sorry mistype, it should be Event Horizon A tool was only as good as the one who wields it, Kel-Sin was not a warship commander and had no flair for space combat, that was not his field of duty or expertise, so if it came to that he would be relying on the experience of the crew after all that was their job and he had his.
The Xi class shuttle was soon swallowed by the cavernous Hangar and after a period of time the party aboard disembarked with the sarcophagus like container overseen personally by Krell, with all personnel accounted for the fleet departed and if one were present on the bridge they would see real space fold into hyperspace as the four vessels transitioned into hyperspace with coordinates set for Ryloth.
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Post by Azrea Thrune on Jan 1, 2022 7:51:09 GMT -8
After having recieved her mission, Thrune's Lambda shuttle made it's way up to Roon's orbit, where it would meet up with the Imperials aboard the Xyston-class Star Destroyer Firebrand. So far the she had seen various Imperial Star Destroyers and it's variants, yet this one quite intrigued her, as she saw the large cannon on it's underbelly. Certainly a weapon of power, just like the Galactic Empire once demonstrated it across the whole galaxy.
Once she was granted permission to land by the ship, the shuttle entered the hangar slowly, before taking a halt at it's destination. Smoke emitted from the opening sequence of the shuttle ramp, revealing eventually after a while the red robed figure, that was eager to leave. For now her task was to meet up with the individuals to which she was assigned by the Supreme Leader. The omnious Acolyte Darth Xitan and Captain Jaa Harand. With some luck one or both of them would already await her within the hangar bay, though the Royal Guardswoman assumed that otherwise she would have to ask one of the local troopers where the way to the bridge is. Usually this was the second-most-likely place, where she would at least find one of them.
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