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Post by Tysabaar on May 26, 2014 5:30:34 GMT -8
Tysabaar was not too surprised by the question directed at him. It could easily be seen that his opposition, if he could be called that, was similarly minded in his approach. Both wanted to be asking the questions and both wanted to be controlling the conversation.
"For someone who made such an effort to get me here, you sure ask a lot of questions. I would have though I should be the one asking exactly why I am here. I will not lie. You have a strong presence in the force. That however is not reason enough for me to tell a complete stranger all my goals. I might have though we have similar objective, but it seems I was mistaken. If not, please prove otherwise.
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Post by Darth Obitus on May 28, 2014 12:23:21 GMT -8
"Ha Ha Ha!"
The Sith cackled. This young Sith reminded him of himself from a very, very long time ago. Vyzlor laughed for a good few seconds before stopping and wiping any expression off his face. He stared straight at Tysabaar as he spoke.
"It seems the game was shorter this time, shorter than I imagined it would be. That's a good thing indeed. You are right about a few things, I am no stranger to the Force and I am more than a petty crime lord. I am a Dark Lord of the Sith and I intend to take this planet for myself and then re-build the empire that was cruelly taken from me many years ago! What I want to know is do you wish to be a part of my plans or do I now have to kill you!?"
His gaze turned from a neutral, emotionless stare into a evil glare. He drew the Force into him, preparing to strike the young Sith if he made an aggressive move or disagreed with his plans. Tysabaar now faced a fateful decision!
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Post by Tysabaar on May 28, 2014 14:17:24 GMT -8
Staring straight back into to Sith Lord's glare, Tysabaar smiled with knowing success.
"Your proposal is a fine one! Indeed our goals are alike. You have an empire to reclaim, I will help you to reclaim it. I seek only one thing in return. That is knowledge. You truly are the one that can teach me."
"I have become powerful, being taught by many masters. Their knowledge is all that remains of them, and I have it. Teach me, so that I may reach my full potential, Master."
Tysabaar bowed low in front of the Sith Lord. Showing his recognition of his counterparts superiority was the first step he would take in now familiarizing himself with his new acquaintance.
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Post by Darth Obitus on May 29, 2014 3:51:30 GMT -8
"Excellent!"
He said with a sense of purpose and grandeur. He now had only one real challenge left to his utter dominance of the planet, a solitary Star Destroyer. He already had access to the planetary communication network and had a few powerful Vong ships at his disposal. The plan was already in motion but this was something for his new apprentice to do.
"Rise my apprentice, my name is Vyzlor Harth and I will soon rule this area of the galaxy. However I have one final obstacle to my control of this planet, there is a single Star Destroyer in orbit whose allegiance is unknown. I have access to the planetary communications network from this console and a small fleet of ships under my command in orbit. I would like you to....."
He stopped mid-sentence and leaned back on his chair before closing his eyes. Closing his eyes opened his other senses and he saw it, a line connecting Tysabaar to the Star Destroyer. A line of familiarity!
"....You know people on that ship, you know the commander of that ship!" He said before he opened his eyes. The small Sith then stood from his chair and walked over to the console he had wired for the communications network. "Will the Commanding Officer join us? If he won't he will not survive long, I have ships in orbit preparing an assault."
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Post by Tysabaar on May 30, 2014 13:35:34 GMT -8
Tysabaar smiled."As a matter of fact I do. You may find it interesting to note, that the captain, a certain Mardotte St Cyr has a similar vision to you. Him, being one of the remaining few still striving to reach the goals of the perished Empire, has himself been acquiring planets for his cause. Seeing myself as grand leader for his objectives, I joined him. I should think with very little persuasion he will move to our cause, as long as it loosely resembles what he stands for as well."
The sith paused, contemplating whether to continue."I think it is safe to say, that I have his support and that we have quite a substantial fighting force at our disposal. My joining you, can greatly increase your advantage over future enemies who do not subject themselves to you."
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Post by Darth Obitus on Jun 1, 2014 13:18:32 GMT -8
Vyzlor's smiled widened, his forces were growing stronger by the minute. He was actually happy but there was a part of the back of his mind telling him that this could not last. He had reached the end of his limit of good fortune, now came the hard part. Although this wouldn't be too hard, he already controlled a third of the planet.
"If this Captain St Cyr is to join us, please have him land troops around the cities spaceport. I will have my men take strategic points around the city and, if timed right, I will control the planet in a matter of minutes!"
He knew the spaceport was the most heavily guarded part of the city and he did not have the man power to take and hold it himself. However with the forces of this new Star Destroyer, he might just succeed! Soon Dromund Kaas would be his and then soon he would expand and reclaim what was once his!
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Post by Darth Obitus on Aug 15, 2014 7:16:52 GMT -8
It had taken almost two months and a great deal of fighting and political strategy but Vyzlor was in control of the planet. He had transformed his rag-tag bunch of low-lives and mercenaries into an effective military force and after dispatching his main rivals had begun recruiting from the planets general population. The entire city was under his control and none of his opponents had survived the ordeal.
The new Lord of Dromuud Kaas had taken up residence in the Royal Palace and styled himself Darth Obitus. He was known by this name many thousands of years ago during his original rise to power and saw fit to re-take his mantle. He was looking over the current recruitment projections and the timeline for the commissioning of the fleet he had ordered. He would not be content with this one planet, once his empire had spanned many hundreds of worlds. Soon he would have the power needed to take his ambition to the nearby worlds.
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Post by Nyghtingale on Dec 22, 2014 12:06:53 GMT -8
It was cold...it was lonely...and it was raining. Two shivered slightly, the water droplets striking her skin and glistening there before cascading down and eventually falling from her form to the pavement below. How long has she been a stalker of the night struggling to survive and living off scraps of food and refuse from garbage? She couldn't even remember, and as she was uneducated she couldn't even count to tell the years to somebody. That was assuming somebody had cared enough about a freak like herself tom listen and that she had somehow figured out how to.communicate that information to them with out her ability to write or speak. She had been alone to long, left and abandoned for dead on this world where 'Father' had created her and then decided she wasn't what he was looking for and packed up and moved off planet with all his information and taking One with him, because One wad perfect and his first creation and a success in his eyes where as she....she was a freak and mutation and a none success and had been left to die, alone and locked in a cage in a laboratory.
However she had escaped, first her cage then the laboratory complex and made her way through the wilds and finally ended up here, in this city. Cloths tattered, barely even covering her form, wet and cold her frame was thin and emaciated while clearly malnourished. The chelicerae that where her mouth stopped shredding the bit of metal in her hands and she swallowed it before quickly zipping her mask back up. Long delicate looking fingers dug in to the structure beside her and she quickly called up it, hauling herself along the outer wall and up on to the roof. There she paused and looked up at the sky, watching another one of the skyships lift off and blast away from the planet. Several minutes later another came down, dropping from the clouds and disappearing in to the facility where they where housed for a while before taking off again. Sometimes it was only a little time they where here and sometimes it was days, the sun setting and rising often before they left. She often sat watching, day dreaming she was on one of them being taken away from this place. Taken away from this prison where somebody wouldn't scream when they saw her, yelling those clearly hurtful words like monster and horror and freak. She reached up and wipe away a drop of moisture from the corner of her eye, thinking perhaps a raindrop had fallen in to it then dripped back out.
She watched another skyship take off, and stood up. Well, maybe she could sneak upon on and they could take here somewhere and she could just hide out inside until they where elsewhere. Even if she couldn't...perhaps she could find more food over there. Uncurling her tail from around her waist where it had been helping keep her bare midriff warm she quickly scrambled down the wall, fingers digging holes in the wall or finding already existing nitches and nooks to hold upon as she moved down the wall like some insect, finally dropping the last three feet to the ground then crouching low, she half walked/half crawled along the streets, sticking to dark shadows and alleys to stay out of site as she made her way towards the skyship place.
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Errol Kraddock
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Post by Errol Kraddock on Dec 28, 2014 22:23:21 GMT -8
*As he stepped from the rusty old YG-series freighter that had carried him to the long-forsaken center of the ancient Sith Empire, Errol questioned the wisdom and logic of Drumond Kaas as a transfer point on his voyage. Even if it was Imperial space, and no longer simply an abandoned wreck filed with terrifying Sith artifacts, it remained a dark place for man, droid, or shard to venture. If his synthflesh had been capable of such feelings, his flesh would have crawled as the cold wind hit him. But, his droid body feeling nothing except a simply report on external climate conditions, he instead turned up his collar and hunched over as he turned into the wind, away from his previous ship.*
*His mission parameters on Kaas were quite simple. He was only concealing his tracks this time, and nothing more. His escape from Muunilinst had to look convincing, and he also had to avoid being recaptured by those who didn't know any better and might spoil his plans. And so Errol set out for one of the passenger terminals on the edge of the starport, a good half-kilometer away, seeking to hire a ride to take him deep into the galactic Core. He walked in silence, broken only by the crunch of gravel beneath his black boots, and the rustle of his dark tunic as the wind tugged at the edges.*
*Unlike many other travelers on the Rim, he was well-dressed, and had money to spend. He was confident that someone would find the job too good to pass up. Sentients were so predictable like that. Greed was almost as good as programming.*
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Post by Ca'guuror DelaSangre on Dec 29, 2014 7:15:13 GMT -8
Cag stepped through the streets of Kaas City, glancing around from side to side. Having spent almost the whole day wandering the markets, listening to gossip and street talk he had decide that for the moment, hunting on Dromund Kaas wasn't very healthy option. Recently, it would seem there had been a prison break and hundreds of prisoners had gotten loose, while the planet itself had been reclaimed by some Sith Lord. Having no interest in being caught up in some where, or beholden to a Sith Lord he decide perhaps he would find another planet upon which to try to hunt a terentatek.
So now he was making his way back to the spaceport, where he would board his ship the Panthera and leave Dromund Kaas, perhaps to return another time or perhaps to find his quarry else where upon a different planet. Korriban supposibely held them, as did several other planets. It wasn't that he didn't like the Sith, frankly he didn't care about Sith or Jedi as it was just different points of view. What he didn't like was the prospect of getting trapped in the middle of a war which he had no business being in. His parents wouldn't want that, nor did he think his Mandalorian brothers would be exceptionally pleased with that either. So best to simply leave and return another time or find another planet.
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Post by Nyghtingale on Dec 29, 2014 15:27:29 GMT -8
Having reaches the skyship place, Two began to hide in the shadows. Lurking and slinking around, she scrambled along walls and jumped across alleys to keep an eye upon interesting looking people and ships. Squeezing through a ventilation shaft, she came out in to a place where a different and unique skyship was sitting. Tilting her head her eyes traveled along it and she nodded. It looked interesting, like it might carry her to strange and unique places. So she crawled down the wall and pauses, noticing a guard watching the ship. She grimaces, looking around and noticed a pile of crates. Crawling closer towards the ground, her tail reared up behind her and snapped opened. Stretching open wider then it usually did, a small slot in the center wad revealed and as soon as the two prongs of her pincer where at a hundred and eighty degree angle a spinning disc ejected from the tail. It flew across the room and slammed in to a barrel, causing it to crash over drawing the the guard's attention.
As soon as the guard looked away, Two dropped to the ground and skittered on her hands and feet, vanishing up the boarding ramp her tail whipping in behind her. She looked around, examining the inside of the skyship she had boarded. She knew she would need a place to hide, and began to look for a place. Luckily, there where many rooms and places but she didn't know where the owner would go she she decided to not hide in them. Instead she leaned close to a ventilation opened and glanced around. She unzipped her mask and pulled it aside and revealed her black metallic chelicerae and using them she began to devour the bolts on the cover. Ripping off the heads of the four bolts she slid her long fingers inside and tugged it out. Setting it on the floor she hunkered low and all but slithered in to the space. The last part of her seen was her black tail, grabbing the grate and pulling it back in to place behind her, leaving it as if she had never been there except for four missing bolts and a few droplets of water from her wet body.
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Post by Errol Kraddock on Dec 30, 2014 9:00:21 GMT -8
*Reaching the edge of the spaceport, Errol halted momentarily, glancing up and down the street. Just a few dozen meters to his left was one of the enclosed buildings that served passenger traffic through the spaceport. He knew that just walking in and asking for a pilot would be a bit irregular. The terminal was aimed mostly at large passenger liners. But a large group travelling to Corulag directly? He wasn't likely to find that sort of arrangement available. It would be better to linger nearby and see if he could find a less institutional option.*
*Pausing to recalculate, he glanced to his right, and saw a feline alien of some unfamiliar species, with long dirty blond hair, hurrying toward him. The man had the quickened step of someone who knew exactly where they were going, and he looked a bit rough and athletic. He certainly wasn't the type of person who would work in a spaceport, yet here he was. That must mean that he either had a ship himself, or that he was expecting a ship to arrive. Taking a half-step backward, Errol waited to see where the stranger would go.*
*Even without standing in the middle of the road, Errol stuck out from the ordinary crowd that hung around the edges of an Outer Rim spaceport. He was clean and well-dressed, with a sharp haircut held rigid with almost-too-much gel. For some types of galactic scum, he would have been a target, and for others, he would be to be avoided at all costs. Either way, he clearly had money to spend.*
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Post by Ca'guuror DelaSangre on Dec 30, 2014 11:01:11 GMT -8
Making his way to the port to pay his fees the kale glanced at a well dressed young male. Presumably a human, though Cag knew better then to assume it was just by appearances for there where many species that could change shape or robots that looked like humans and even Yuuzhan Vong who could conceal their identities. However whoever and whatever the male was wasn't his concern and he stepped inside the office. Exchanging credits with the lady behind the desk, he winked and made her smile before leaving to get on the Panthera.
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Post by Nyghtingale on Dec 30, 2014 20:17:18 GMT -8
Having slid in to the ventilation shaft, ybe female curled up and gently zipped her mask back up. That was the only thing the young female seemed.to be shy about, exposing or letting people.see her inhuman mouth such as it was. Curled up in the dark, she closed her violet hued orbs and drifted off to sleep, hidden onboard a skyship that would take her off planet.
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Post by Errol Kraddock on Jan 4, 2015 20:14:22 GMT -8
Making his way to the port to pay his fees the kale glanced at a well dressed young male. Presumably a human, though Cag knew better then to assume it was just by appearances for there where many species that could change shape or robots that looked like humans and even Yuuzhan Vong who could conceal their identities. However whoever and whatever the male was wasn't his concern and he stepped inside the office. Exchanging credits with the lady behind the desk, he winked and made her smile before leaving to get on the Panthera.
*Putting on his most charming smile, Errol coughed politely.* "Is this your ship, sir?" *There were no other crew in sight, although Errol knew that was no guarantee. There could be any number of dangerous characters lurking in the shadows nearby, or aboard the ship itself.* |
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Post by Ca'guuror DelaSangre on Jan 5, 2015 9:04:32 GMT -8
Caguuror paused as he entered the hanger and was spoked to. He turned slowly and leveled a cool.faze upon the male, crossing his arms and metal clad fingers in their gauntlets grasped his biceps. His gaze slid up and down the male in a rapid, sum up gaze before they settled on his face. He slowly returned the smile the other male had, his sharpened upper and lower canines glinting s bit in the light.
"Aye, this is my ship sir. If you have some intention of stealing her then I would strongly suggest against it. First off I would mess you up so bad you would spend any money earned from her on cybernetic limbs. Secondly she is old, just rebuilt and has almost as many flaws as she does good points so would give you plenty of trouble you surely wouldn't be wanting along the way towards where ever your destination might be. Now, with that out of the way, if your not a theif, what can I help you with sir?"
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Post by Nyghtingale on Jan 5, 2015 10:01:13 GMT -8
Fast asleep aboard the Panthera, Two sleep soundly curled up with her tail partially curled around herself, thought the pincer like end seemed to twitch and move about in her sleep, seemingly completely upon it's own. It seemed to slither around the cramped space, poking at the walls and exploring as the female slept and after having touched and explored everything with in reach it settled down with the pincer facing the opening of the ventilation shaft which she had entered and fell still.
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Post by Errol Kraddock on Jan 10, 2015 19:41:37 GMT -8
"Would a thief be this well dressed if he stole ships as small as yours?" *The sharp young man laughed, not outwardly intimidated. Errol was calculating his response if this exchange should turn violent, but he kept his tone casual, hoping to disarm the man's suspicions.* "I'm looking for a ride off this rock, friend, and the sooner the better. I saw the way you were walking, and I think you want to leave, too. So we've already got one thing in common. Are you going anywhere near the Core? I can make it worth your while, and maybe you can get some of those flaws fixed before you wind up adrift, eh?"
*He noticed the sharp teeth of the stranger with some degree of hesitation. The man would be sadly surprised if he decided to chew on Errol's synthflesh, but it would be an expensive injury to have repaired. He couldn't afford a delay like that. Not now. He rubbed one index finger across the side of his jaw, a perfect imitation of a subconscious tic.*
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Post by Ca'guuror DelaSangre on Jan 10, 2015 20:13:35 GMT -8
Cag chuckled as the male spoke, watching him carefully as he vocalized his words. Faint amusement was upon his face, not a petty faked kind but a real true amusement. He had given so much away at his very first sentence that Cag was interested. His ship was worth a fortune actually, if placed in the right hands. It was an ancient design, literally one not seen in centuries at the very least. If sold to the right person, say a collector or antique dealer, he could probably afford a brand new capitol ship. Not that he would want one or have a crew to man it. It showed the male wasn't up to date on his information, and that wasn't a bad thing per say but raised Ca'guuror's suspicion level slightly.
"Hmmm," he vocalized, watching the male suddenly rub his chin in what would have been a common tic or motion but seemed suddenly thought of, "I might possibly be headed that direction. As you said yourself I could always use the money to continue the Panthera's refurbishment. However I have to ask a few questions for my own safety. Are you a wanted criminal, or have a bounty on your head? I don't want to be attacked for transporting a known criminal or something."
As he spoke Cag's nostrils flared, inhaling the scents around him. Tue male before him was odd, in a way he couldn't seem to place. Also his scent was strange, almost as if it was to clean and perfect. Humans and other species smelled their own scent, body odor, work environment and home planet a bit and all those where lacking from this male. That was extremely odd as if he was attempting to hide where he came from.
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Post by Errol Kraddock on Jan 14, 2015 21:26:21 GMT -8
*If Errol could have read Caguuor's internal monologue, he would have pointed out that stealing a heavily loaded capital ship would still be more profitable, because you would get the capital ship itself, and all it's cargo, which if you chose the right target, would be a pretty score indeed. But Errol was not a mind-reader, and he wasn't a criminal, either. Or at least, he wasn't that kind of criminal. If he was working under the law, that was yet to be revealed.*
"No, not at all. No one is looking for me with hostile intentions." *He replied, his facial expression neutral.* "I am travelling to visit a friend on Corulag. If you're going anywhere near there, I can make it more than worth your while." *To prove his point, the man drew three or four credit chips from the righthand pocket of his nerf wool jacket. Each was in a different form: one pegged to the Imperial banking system, another to the Republic, another to the Hutt Clan, and so on. Hard currency was easy to come by, bu the more advanced chips, linked to an external bank account, were not especially common out here on the Rim.*
*Errol's scent would have contained some traces of the environment of the planet Muunilinst, if Cag had any experience with that planet, but very little else. He had picked up some dirt and pollutants from Kaas, but only enough to imply that he had been here for a day or two at most. Beyond that, he was sterile like a medical bay.*
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