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Post by Diabolus on Jan 22, 2014 17:21:49 GMT -8
I'll try to pop out a post somewhere, at some time, next week. Been rather busy for everyone it seems.
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Post by Diabolus on Dec 15, 2013 9:32:01 GMT -8
Also like to add now I have caught up with open orbit... You are bloody insane Gideon. That is some epic writing.
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Post by Diabolus on Dec 4, 2013 12:39:57 GMT -8
I'll be amongst the fighters and the like. Unless I get some PC combatants on both sides of the fight (Valdemar being the other side of the equation) I'll probably just write with myself.
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Post by Diabolus on Nov 23, 2013 7:28:43 GMT -8
I'll go where I am needed. I might do well to back-up a infantry unit given how I use Diabolus.
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Post by Diabolus on Nov 21, 2013 9:39:57 GMT -8
A Liberator-class Cruiser drops out of hyperspace and begins floating toward Kuat, I stand on the bridge of "Black Ice" and stare at the planet and it's giant halo that I can only assume is the drive yards. I must admit I am impressed by my first visit to Kuat, but it is quickly fading as my reasons for being here comes to mind. I turn to face Admiral Nightsteel and see he is looking over the tactical readout our sensors would show him. He had a love of those technical details I could appreciate but never find joy in. I turn and face my position overlooking the mandibles of my ship as they point toward the planet. Nightsteel says something about the mass of ships that seems to be gathering at this place, whether small or large, but I don't need to be told, I can sense the dark presences already forming here.
This is Forerunner Diabolus, I am hailing from the ship tagged "Black Ice", you may mark me as friendly. I shall head to the Estate of Ten as requested by Sinistra. Black Ice shall remain in far orbit.
I start my journey back to my starfighter and once again people begin to salute me as I walk past, cloak bellowing behind me. It takes me a good ten minutes to cross the distance, but once there I simply jump in my newly refueled Starfighter and start the process to begin flight. A few minutes later the modified fighter tears out of the hangar and blasts toward the planet. Upon recieving permission, I would head down to the Estate of Ten where my host awaits me. I have no idea what to expect, but I can sense this is a lot larger than I originally thought.
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Post by Diabolus on Nov 21, 2013 8:54:27 GMT -8
KUAT
Mando Invasion 1. Faust Skirata 2. Ander Tagira/GALSAF (likely a single Battalion) 3. Taung H'rel 4. Trull Ordo (and/or my NPCs) 5. Plu Or'dinii 6. Goran Starkiller 7. Shun Flvin 8. Zel Ordo 9. Kel Thelmat (Part of the GALSAF contingent) 10. Major: one division of Fallschirmjägeren and their supporting elements. 11. Able Australis 12. Ashrah
Kuat Force User Defenders 1. Jedi Master Adieumus Matango 2. Panno 3. Sinistra 4. Walter Avius 5. Lord Apoplex 6. Slade 7. Lilith 8. Zenchou Piteos 9. Darth Rebellious 10. Stevan Stormro 11. John McClane (Seleevans NPC) 12. Lord Jud'dayus 13. Gabriel Angellos 14. Gideon Raith (+ Logan Aximand) 15. Ramiel Diux 16. Mike Frantz 17. Resi Sithbane (+plus some assorted other jedi from Y4) 18. Diabolus
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Post by Diabolus on Nov 21, 2013 8:52:20 GMT -8
I enter the orbit of Korriban in my modified Fury-class Starfighter, the three engines push the fighter faster than most starfighters would be able to accomplish. Upon setting my navigation system to the hyperspace lane that leads to Kuat, I slow my ship down. Just as the ship ceases it's acceleration, a moderately large Liberator-class Cruiser breaks through the atmosphere flanked by four squadrons of Fury-class Fighters. I allow the hangar bay of the cruiser to float closer and closer and to eventually swallows "Tslatsal", with tractor beams eminating from Black Ice to make sure that it doesn't accidentally cause me to miss the entrance. Upon entering the hangar bay that spanned a large portion of the ship, I set it down and open the cockpit in silence.
The walk to the bridge was a quiet one, officers and crew salute briefly as I walk past, cloak bellowing behind me with every step forward. I reach the main door to the bridge and tap the console to let me in. Admiral Nightsteel salutes by placing his right fist over his heart, with a quick bow he turns back to look out of the view port in front of him. He touches a console and holographic image of the system comes up. He seems to almost caress the hologram and brings the focus and zoom in on a single particular spot in the system. A group of ships in what seems to be a skirmish is happening, and he turns to face Diabolus.
Well, we have a skirmish going on in another sector. Do you wish to intervene or leave it be? I would suggest leaving it be as I don't want to put you or our crew in danger over something that could be two enemies that may turn. Just a thought to ponder.
Ignore them, I do not know who they are and we might as well leave them be. There has been no attempt at reinforcements, so we shouldn't attempt to be any. Jump us straight to the Kuat System as Sinistra ordered.
Yes, sir. He turns to the Officers at their stations. Recall the fighters, get the hyperdrive read and plot course to Kuat. We leave as soon as possible. Full speed.
I look around the room as everyone bursts into action like a well oiled machine. It was almost empowering to know that everyone held you in great respect and almost awe inspired fear. I walk to the view port and stare out to the space before me. The glowing dots of stars through out the system, but slowly they become insignificant as the Fury-class starfighters burst into the mandibles grasp and enter the hangar bay that was before them. Once all the fighters have been swallowed up, the ship traveled for a good five minutes before reaching the outer system. Diabolus turns to look at Nightsteel one last time before the hyperdrive kicks in and the entire cruiser lurches forward. With that, Diabolus walks off the bridge and enters his personal quarters down the corridor, it has been a rather interesting day.
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Post by Diabolus on Nov 18, 2013 3:46:01 GMT -8
I smile and begin walking to my own starfighter that was now covered in dust, the cockpit pops open and my hand reaches outward inside. A metal mask pops into my hand and I slide it over my facial features, the new mask of Diabolus was even more intimidating than the last one and it also featured a few added features. I drop into the comfortable cockpit and the engines begin to power up. The Liberator-class Cruiser begins to rise through the atmosphere as the fighters surrounding it begin to form on it's flanks. The weapons system pop and lights come online inside the bridge and cockpits respectively. The weapons systems were active, and Diabolus explodes his own starfighter behind the baffled ion engines quickly over taking it to take the spearhead.
This is Forerunner Diabolus. Well Lord Sinistra, you are a voice I might even go as far as to say I am glad to hear. I shall come to you on Kuat, and for now you have me and my forces pledged to the defense of where ever you need us. I will not let these envious warwongers to bring us to our knees. No they will not even have that chance. Dark Tide is in capable hands I now see. Tell me what you wish me to do, and you will have the economical might of SoroSuub behind you as well. I pledge my honour as a Sith, though flimsy statement that may be among us, to defend our birthplaces.
It is interesting really that I would so readily pledge myself to a Sith like Sinistra, but I always was doing such unorthodox things. Plus, I don't believe I could fight off the Mandalorian's by my self even with the might of SoroSuub behind me. Sinistra needs me as much as I need her right now, and with things going as they are, perhaps I can even gain some things from this adventure. I didn't even need to look in a mirror and remove my mask to feel the darkness in my eyes gleaming like a blackhole near a sun. I felt it in me, I felt it twisting, I was returning to the galaxy now after building my strength after the failing of the Empire. The Sith might not know me well, but they will know of the things I have done in the end.
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Post by Diabolus on Nov 16, 2013 5:54:25 GMT -8
Jonathan Mercer exits the meeting with the other executives and begins to walk through the halls of the SoroSuub Corporation Headquarters. Everyone knows who he is, but they don't really know who he is. It's a strange feeling being little more than an idea in someone's head. Their own perception of reality skewing their own beliefs and what is truly there. Though John thinks the reality of the world is a much darker and horrifying place than they could ever believe.
Mercer reaches his office and swipes his hand over the console. The sensors read his palm and the door bursts open, with a quick backward glance he steps inside his office. He waves his hand in a circular motion and the lights burst on, his eyes naturally scan the room, but he stops suddenly. A black figure fully robed and hooded stands like a silent sentinel to the left side of the desk.
"Well, I did not expect to find one such as you here. Who do you bear a message from or are you here to assassinate me?" The truth was, Jonathan had a very strong idea of who sent him, and he knew he would already have been attacked if he was to die. It was almost cute really how this was turning out.
"Diabolus sends his regards. The tides are turning, and Diabolus is the gravity that plans to shift them. As CEO of SoroSuub, you are about to become even wealthier, but more importantly you are about to be a key figure. Factions are forming and soon you are going to be forced to take a side. This is a warning so you are prepared, begin to reach out and increase your influence. This is the message."
Jonathan was about to question it or at least make some remark that was cocky, but the man walked straight past and when Mercer turned around he was gone. Force cloak or some other fancy trick no doubt, something Jonathan can respect the being for putting the effort in to learn and the self-control required to concentrate that hard. Regardless Jonathan merely walks over and sits behind his desk, His hands form a pyramid in front of him an d his blank face twists into a grin.
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Post by Diabolus on Nov 15, 2013 4:58:40 GMT -8
The Awakening It seems like ages since I last stepped foot on this planet, the head of the Inquisitors under what was the Emperor of the short lived Sith Empire. It was merely ashes that was built here, and when the wind blew, the ashes blew with it. The crater that was where the once massive palace stood is testament to that. Supposedly the Emperor had died, slaughtered by the Council member Seleevan Khar, but having felt the power of the Emperor compared to the power of even Seleevan, I hold many reservations about it.
From behind my mask, my eyes peer over the hole in the earth, the dirt compressed so tightly it might as well be stone. I plant my right black boot on the edge and lean down, my cloak almost ceremoniously falling over my shoulders to rest in the compact dust. The armour I had crafted by SoroSuub shifts silently as my hand reaches for my mask and peels it off my face. My black beady eyes search the horizon, a storm is brewing, and not just in the weather, something dark in my soul was birthing.
I stand slowly and turn around, my mask drops to the ground before me and hits the dirt creating a momentary cloud. I pull my hood back from my head and let my full Noghri features of my face show. A brooding look rests on my face, but my eyes are the thing that truly shows what is inside. Cold and almost dead eyes, I move my hand to rest on my sword and pull it out of my sheath and hold it out in front of me, before in one fluid motion rising it out above my head and to my right. It was a signal for what was to come, what was to awaken within, and what was to take control of everything.
Suddenly the ground begins to shake and the deep sound of rumbling begins to emanate from around me. I stand in the same position without a single movement apart from my eyes which focus on one particular spot. In front of me a couple hundred metres away the ground begins to burst open. Dust explodes into the air as the dirt seems to flow what seems to be rising from it's slumber. Raven coloured metal slowly begins to show as the dirt bellows away and rises into the air partly hiding the awakening was occurring. A hexagonal shape that takes up roughly 800 meters from point to base with two obvious mandibles at the front, it is quite obvious that this is a ship. As it rises higher the dirt begins to fall from it's hull and the 'Liberator-Class Cruiser' built by SoroSuub and armed to the teeth reveals itself.
As the dirt falls away, the hangar bay blast doors open from between the mandibles and much smaller ships explode outward rapidly. Closer examination would reveal that these are Fury-class Starfighters, once more a product of SoroSuub, and their extremely high speed accelerate them rapidly into squadrons of twelve, before splitting into flights of four. All the weapons on the ships are not active but the shields come online instantly. This was what Diabolus was motioning for, not for war, but for a preparation for it. Diabolus' s sources tell him this planet is under the rule of the Dark Tide. He was calling them out, he wished to show them he was a force in this galaxy, while one ship is not much when up against the fleets that the Dark Tide would have. Diabolus wasn't stupid enough to not have an ace up his sleeve.
This is Admiral Nightsteel on-board the 'Black Ice' which has positioned itself as the flagship of the Nocturnal Glacier. We wish to speak to the person governing this planet. A meeting will be arranged between this person and Forerunner Diabolus who wishes to discuss terms with you. Any hostilities will be met with deadly force. And I assure you, even if you kill every single one of us, I will make sure your losses are ten times the cost of ours. Over and out, I shall leave this frequency open.
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