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Post by Vasari on Jan 20, 2018 11:51:46 GMT -8
As the would be meeting concluded itself Vasari half turned towards Luxeria to inquire as to her place in all of this, but just so she realized her partner moving towards her master and then felt more than saw Ifrit move behind her. Her skin surged with energy as gooseflesh covered her arms, shoulders, all the way up to her neck and then she heard the Sephi's voice next to her ear - a soft whisper barely audible among the dull roar of the busy hanger bay. She had been foolish - gawking so at someone she didn't know - her time away from the academy had caused her to loosen up and in this case become careless. It took her half a moment to recover before she half tilted her head towards the intruding voice and return his soft whisper with one of her own, her voice doing little to betray how off guard she had been taken by the encounter.
"I've heard word of a Master of Alchemy and Magic joining the ranks of the Blackguard... I had but to gaze upon you to know that I have finally met the man the words describe..."
The hood that covered all but the horns that protruded from her skull dulled her words only slightly, but she refused to turn to face the Master behind her. She stood still as stone her arms still crossed over her breasts holding her cloak tight to her body. Should the Sephi wish to move to view her face that would be his choice - in the meantime her gaze followed Luxeria and her Master attempting to focus herself upon the calming presence of Luxeria's mind. Leaving the Academy to go after Janos had been a whim... leaving to accompany the Blackguard to Mustafar had been in the company of those she had at least met and shared time and mission with prior, here she knew no one... no one save Luxeria who had just recently abandoned her to her own devices with the Sephi Master. Still she was dedicated to make the most of the situation she had placed herself within, that included making herself known to the one now behind her as more than a mere acolyte... even though in truth she had not spoken to Viox to elevate her beyond the position she had been given at the Academy.
"Shall I be left to your instruction for the duration of this mission, my lord?"
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Post by The Fallen on Jan 20, 2018 22:51:18 GMT -8
Ifrit was impressed. Despite the physical reaction he noted. Her voice remained unwavering as she responded to his inquiry. Her honest in the matter even more impressive. Followed by the usual compliments that one expected from a subordinate to their master. He sensed a great deal of potential from Vasari, even as she tried to keep herself closed off. Her cloak doing little to hide anything from him, as the Forced allowed him to view everything. To him, she was standing there stark naked.
His gaze able to perceive every cut, bruise, scar, and mark upon her body. Even her face remained unobstructed. But he had learned to humour people and their own perceptions. He stalked past her. His hoofs ringing out against the durasteel floor as he did so. Pausing to turn and face her when she asked if she was to be left to his instruction for the mission. His glowing green gaze settling upon her. He had expected her to tail along with Luxeria, and follow Malvus. But perhaps an opportunity had presented itself for the two to spend some time together.
Viox had entrusted him with leading the Spellbinders after all. And if the group was to be more than just his brief tenure amongst the Blackguard until he fell, he would need to train others. And Vasari certainly seemed an eager enough student. He just had to coax her forth from her shell some more. So he could see what she was truly capable of and just how much instruction he would need to give her
I don't know... Will you? If you want to be anything more than what you are now, then start acting like it. Do not ask if you will be left to my instruction. Decide for yourself. The choice is simple... You can either follow Luxeria and Malvus, or you can follow me... Prove that you are worth my time, and I will open your eyes to possibilities you can't even imagine. I will show you how to bend the very fabric of reality to your every whim and desire... I will not train a pup who must ask a Master's blessing to do anything. Such submission will only cause your downfall as a Spellbinder... Master your fate, and you may yet prove able to master the darkness...
He turned away from Vasari then, and continued on his way towards the transport that would take him and a couple squads of Malvus' men down to the surface. Ifrit set his WarGlaives against one of the walls, before he turned around and looked the shuttle doors to see what choice the Zabrak would make
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Post by Vasari on Jan 21, 2018 9:57:18 GMT -8
Vasari stood relaxed under the would be inspection of the Spellbinder, the feeling of being watched would have raised hair on her skin... if there were any upon her body to be raised. She exhaled softly as if caressed by his gaze and felt the grip upon her cloak loosen but not release completely. She had read of those deprived of sight finding other paths to view the universe through the arts of the force, she wondered for a half a moment if the blindfold upon his eyes spoke of such a phenomenon brought to life in the Sephi Master. She had endured such looks all her life and so it did little to unnerve her as she stood perfectly still - rooted in place sure of herself and resolved to not be the first to move. Moments later her patience was rewarded by the ringing sound of hoof fall against durasteel ground as he moved around her...Through the thin armorweave fabric a body toned with harsh living and discipline lay displayed before his eyes. Tattooed in the traditional red and black of her tribe - head to toe in intricate designs that told tale the ceremony that led her to earn them - for those that knew how to read them that was. Mark of battle lay upon her body as well many faded burns from sparing sabers upon her arms and torso, a few upon her powerful thighs as well, but only one scar of note: a blaster scorch burn upon her left collarbone a wound from the battle to take Mustafar that had yet to fully heal.
When the Spellbinder turned at last to face her the young Zabrak lifted her chin and graced the master before her with a gaze that spoke of both strength and pride, meeting his veiled eyes without hesitation. She resisted the urge to test his mind as he tested her body, already having overstepped once in regards to the Masters of the Blackguard, she would not repeat mistakes already made. She made no move to reply to his words, and gave no reply to 'question' he asked - one that clearly did not require an answer - at least not one of words. In those first few moments she met the measure of the man... at least that which he would project upon her. Strength, Dominance, surety, Mastery... judgment. Her eyes narrowed, but not in defiance - feelings of renewed confidence and memory of her own mastery of the Living Force gave her strength under such a gaze. This one had much to teach... and she would learn. His words spoke the truth... he had little choice in the matter, he would teach her - or risk falling from this 'verse without legacy of yet another existing to walk the worlds with benefit of his knowledge. She had heard promise of power and control before, but something in his words - in his very visage set truth to his supposed boasts - This one required respect but not subjugation, and she quickly realized the illusion of such would not hold sway over him - he would see through it with ease.
The strength of will under his words remained until he turned away from her - without awaiting word or reply from her. She was once again reassured that this one was spurned more towards action than words. She waited - a calculated choice, not one made of hesitance as her eyes remained upon the back of the one now stalking away from her towards his landing craft, a moment passed then another and yet still she waited. She would not be seen as a pup to follow after any Master. She had until now avoided the burden of apprenticeship, and she would not be forced upon such now for any cause - she saw what it had done to Xakire, how it had effected Luxeria - the influence of such a relationship was a powerful factor in how one dealt with the ways of the Force. Yet Ifrit offered great knowledge, one that would be gained on more equal footing. She raised her chin slightly as the Spellbinder turned back to look upon her, his gaze expecting answer. She allowed a thin smile to grace her lips before she perked them into a kiss in the Master's direction - a gesture she was sure would not go unnoticed by the blindfolded Sephi... or whatever he was. Then she turned rather gracefully and set foot to purpose boarding another of the landing craft filled with Malvus' troopers bound for the surface. She would meet him again very soon... and upon more equal ground.
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Post by Luxeria on Jan 21, 2018 11:09:09 GMT -8
Luxeria didn't turn to her master as he glanced at her disapprovingly at the question, though she could feel it, hear it in his tone. However, she was not the typical apprentice. She didn't harbor hatred for her master, at least over ever stupid detail as some Sith apprentices did. Malvus had learned in the first few minutes that simple torture did nothing to alter her thoughts to aid her and thus never used it. Never had punishment be bestowed upon her for failure, though she rarely seemed to, more working to take what failings she did have to guide her in helping overcome them. Only rarely did his tone show such disapproval in her actions. And for this moment, it didn't phase her. She had asked the question, yes, but would follow the path instructed of her without question.
What the question truly amounted to was her lack of enthusiasm for such mission. Here and there would there be that stronger heretic that gave some semblance of a challenge, but ultimately, she felt a drive for so much more. Mustafar had proven, in the end, to be a mission that drove her, bringing about new lessons and understanding about herself so in which to grow. This, by what her master spoke of, may prove to be more challenging and push forward as well. What she sought was the stronger enemy, to either help find her short comings, teach her new things, or just push her abilities to new heights. The Order of Ruin, for as lacking as they had been in her training, would be stronger opponents should they cross paths. At least, that was what she hoped for. But for now, she'd carry on with the mission given her without question.
Turning from her place, she began to fall into step behind her master, ready for Vasari to catch up with her from her conversation with Ifrit. But she saw Ifrit walk away, the way he walked almost seeming to pull one along to follow. Was he trying to get Vasari to go with him? She had felt a stir with the mind of the Zabrak. As much as she knew the two would benefit from each other down there, she felt that perhaps this was far better. She was beginning to see Vasari as something far more than a partner, something most certainly a friend. But more than that, a rival that would truly help her grow, and visa versa. In the down time between the training and missions, they could come together, speak, teach, and spar, helping push each other to greater heights so as to grow beyond their masters. For for the path Vasari wished, there was no better opportunity than this.
With a smile,she nodded, knowing that Vasari wouldn't see. She gave another comforting brush of her mind. <<Go on. You can only grow and learn so much on your own. Under the guidance of another you can become so much more and your opportunity is here. Follow the path that has opened to you and become more, so that together, we'll show those around just who we are, and establish our place among the Blackguard.>>
Yet, she was surprised that Vasari turned from the opportunity. What was running through her friend's mind? She felt there was reason behind it, something she was curious about. Luxeria stopped at the loading ramp of the ship as Vasari approached, waiting for the Zabrak to reach her.
"So, what game are you playing?" The words had the typical seductive tone and there was a slight smirk on her face and glint in her eye. It was the question curiosity towards what Vasari's approach, knowing a intriguing reason existed.
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Post by The Fallen on Jan 21, 2018 11:58:26 GMT -8
Ifrit watched and waited. Wondering whether she had made her mind up or not. Had he the inclination. He could have easily learned what her answer would be, merely by invading her thoughts. But such an act was reserved only for those whom were considered lesser beings. A mind set, which if instilled in Vasari, would only hinder her and lead to her eventual downfall.
However, it was not much longer before at last Vasari gave her answer. The Zabrak female smiling and blowing him a kiss, before she turned and made her way to her own transport. A smile forming upon his lips. Both amused by her actions, and proud of the choice she had made. While some would have viewed her actions as disobedient. Ifrit did not. After all. He had not commanded her to follow him. Merely provided her with the choice of doing so. A fact he was certain she had caught on to and understood the meaning of.
Ifrit turned from the door then and moved deeper into the transport. Stopping just behind the pilots, as the Troop Captain moved to stand next to him. The soldier seeming slightly perplexed by what had happened. Though, his helmet face betrayed nothing of the sort outwardly
Shall we wait...
Launch the shuttle. But keep us close to the one that the Zabrak has chosen. I intend to keep an eye upon her...
Yes commander! Launch the shuttle!
The doors to the shuttle closed, before the pilots began the lift off process. Waiting until the rest of the transports took off to follow their lead towards the surface of Pzob
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Post by Vasari on Jan 21, 2018 12:41:21 GMT -8
The Shuttle she had chosen lay apart from the 'command shuttles' the masters had situated themselves upon near the edge of the hanger - closest to the shield that kept the atmosphere breathable - but no less cold than the vacuum of space that lay just beyond. The landing craft Vasari had chosen was within the second line of vessels holding what seemed to be the bulk of Malvus' personal army. Stepping onto the landing ramp she turned to see Ifrit still watching her, a thin smile formed upon her lips and there was playfulness in her eyes.
Those same eyes soon caught Luxeria approaching her shuttle. No matter where they stood it was as if they were next to eachother - such had become to strength of their bond. Vasari felt her partner's mind and took comfort and guidance from her thoughts, but the urging to follow after Ifrit like a trained pup, or a wet slut went all together ignored - only feelings of playfulness and strategy returned in place of word or ordered thought. She looked down into her friend's eyes and giggled, now hiding herself within the shadow of the shuttle from Ifrit's gaze should he look to her one final time before the doors on his own shuttle closed preparing for departure.
"Games?"Vasari giggled again - the same blissful sound that had come from those passing moments in the lull of battle."He speaks to me with challenge... to see if I cower or bite in return. A fools tactic to establish dominance of position... but he is no fool, he was testing me. Only time will tell if I've passed."
Vasari wished to pull Luxeria into her shuttle and spend the dreadful ride down to the planets surface in comforting company - but another reason she had chosen not to make planetfall by Ifrit's side - she was still terrified of flying - an experience she had endured last mission by sinking into battle meditation and linking herself to the minds of those present within her landing craft. But her intentions once reaching the surface followed Ifrit's words - she would prove herself worthy of his instruction, the only way he would respect. By strength of action... not strength of word. Even still she felt something lingering between them, something that she questioned the source of, even now she could feel the spellbinders mind as if waiting like a circling vulture over a dying reek... waiting for that moment that it was too weak to turn meal about on the carrion bird.
"How goes reunion with your Master?"
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Post by Luxeria on Jan 21, 2018 12:56:38 GMT -8
Luxeria moved onto the shuttle behind Vasari, already aware of the little truth about flying. For as much time she had already spent in the Zabrak's mind, this was the one of the first to come up and pass along. Still, she'd never say it out loud. The Force knew they didn't need any kind of lip from the soldiers for something stupid. "I see. Well, I suppose that will depend entirely upon the mindset he possesses. Still, it sounds similar to my first master and me having to 'prove' myself worthy of his instruction. Time will tell if he's the expectant obedient type or appreciates those who can think and see."
Taking a seat next to Vasari, she strapped in. There had been no assignments of shuttles, no mention of destination. It meant they'd all be going to the same place and dividing up from there after a clearer picture had been painted. It would give them a little more time to speak further. "Well, enough. Showed some disapproval in my wonderment of how many more empty worlds we'd invade, taking out heretic Sith and the like. Still, not much of a reunion, though. Only been a few days anyway."
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Post by Vasari on Jan 21, 2018 14:14:44 GMT -8
Vasari contained her relief quite notably when Luxeria mounted the landing ramp behind her and they both moved to take seat among the Soldiers Malvus had gathered for the assault. Unpracticed hands slowly situated all the straps and buckles until she was properly strapped in hand gripping tightly to the shoulder strap wrapped over her chest, the other reaching out to silently grasp onto Luxeria's hand, her fingers instinctively lacing between the girls own squeezing a little more tightly than necessary as she felt the rumble of the ships frame work below - sign the transport's engines had roared to life and their departure was eminent.
"We will show them both then..."Vasari whispered through clutched teeth as she looked aside into Luxeria's eyes."And they shall tremble with envy and lust before what we shall become."
The order for launch remained with Malvus but even so Vasari would see this done with. One day she would have a have a ship that wouldn't shake when passing through atmosphere. Her mind once again attempted to clear itself as she set herself to the purpose of Battle Meditation once again - the process came easier to her with each opportunity she was given to implement the art. The Sith of old that she had read about held specific chambers within their ships, augmented with Alchemy to extend their command of the force through entire fleets - Vasari without grace of such simply attempted to three ships those of note resided within. She began with Luxeria's mind - slipping beneath its surface was like slipping on fresh stockings and came with much the same pleasure and comfort, touching every sentient mind upon her own craft came with just as much ease and now her mind turned to purpose of rallying that spark within every soldiers heart - the call for blood, the dedication to their general, the honor sought in glory, whatever it was that spurned motivation it was those feelings that Vasari stoked, like iron the dying embers of a fire to spring it to life once more. Her mind then passed to Ifrits ship, gathering the minds of the soldiers their feeling her influence spread like a tide over Malvus' army before smashing upon the mental fortifications of the Spellbinder himself. Battle Meditation was a form of linking minds, but it was not an invasive art such as her study of the Qaozi Kyantuska, as such it would not require his permission to be offered, but the acceptance of such offer lay within his control. Her confidence in her abilities swelled as her influence eclipsed the Spellbinders ship as well, finally she reached out to the command ship, the men... the Sith masters... and finally to the mind of Malvus himself, everyone connected in purpose and unified in strength and promise that her mind would have to be broken before any outside force would even touch their own.
Vasari's fingers wrapped ever tightly around Luxeria's taking comfort in more than her mind, but her touch as well, even as she completed her circle of influence within the meditative trance and regained control of faculty enough to speak, and even bring joyous giggle to frightful moment."From the Fires of Mustafar to the Muk and mud of Pzob... where next shall our path to such told greatness lead us?"
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Post by Luxeria on Jan 21, 2018 14:47:12 GMT -8
Luxeria noticed as Vasari's hand wrapped in hers, not like that of friends holding hands, but like that of intimate lovers. It brought forth the image she had returned to after they finally broke free of the illusions on Mustafar and the feelings with it. Before she could see anything, she felt something on her lips, soon backing up enough to realize that it was Vasari kissing her. Only a slight moment to think on it had been given to her as the one casting the illusions had appeared and nothing else was said after. Even now, she didn't ask, nor did she question it now. She let the grip remain without even the slightest inclination of disapproval.
Already she felt the flow of Vasari stepping into the minds of all those around. It made her curious how Malvus and Ifrit would feel about the matter. These troops were strong and dedicated, not needing such a thing as it was, but this would only strengthen them further. She laughed a little with some hint of dark ambition at the mention of what they'd become. "Indeed. They'll see just what we are all about."
She then glanced over at Vasari at the mention of the next path after Pzob. "Perhaps Coruscant. I do believe we could use a little time to unwind after all these missions, wouldn't you agree?"
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Post by The Fallen on Jan 21, 2018 15:16:08 GMT -8
Ifrit turned his head slightly to the side, as he felt Vasari’s presence spreading through the ship. Washing up against the wall of his defences. Keeping her just beyond them. Knowing she would not be able to handle all that laid within. Her skill was quite impressive, as she stoked the fire of those within Malvus’ command. To what end though, he was not entirely sure. But if it helped them complete this mission any faster, he would not complain. His attention returning back to the front viewport. Waiting for Malvus to give the command. So they could eradicate the resistance that existed upon Pzob
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Post by Vasari on Jan 21, 2018 15:28:38 GMT -8
Vasari's mind came to a perfect balance and her control over the sphere of influence she had created hardened to the point where she was able to split her mind in two to maintain it, as well as perceive the minds of those that had allowed such connection - or did not have the power or discipline to refuse. Only then did she brush upon the strength of Ifrit's mental defenses, her own mind caressing his like one might a stone wall to judge its texture, the impression she was met with caused her to giggle as Luxeria relived their moments within the Meditation chamber on Mustafar and seemingly without thought or context Vasari spoke...
"That arrogant bastard..."The words fell from her lips without venom or anger, and soon her giggle returned as she looked towards Luxeria, tucking lip gently under teeth at the memories she relived, but instead of giving voice to what had happened back on the fiery planet gave answer to her unasked question."Its more practice than anything else... A day may come when your Masters men break upon a foe stronger than their convictions. On that day I would have my mind honed to the task of fighting that battle for them, while they did their jobs hmm?"
Her thoughts returned to Ifrit, the way he had felt his gaze heavy upon her even yet when her back stood turned to him. Something about that moment still brought tingle to her skin - she had felt stripped bare yet stood still garbed - It was as if he had looked through her, like one might view a flower behind glass, or perhaps bared teeth behind bar. His skills at perception were great, and the well of strength she felt dammed up behind his mental defenses was intoxicating... just as Viox' had been when they had first met. Yet she turned her thoughts away from how she might attain the approval of such a man to enjoy the presence of her friend, her fingers now gently caressing the back of Luxeria's hand.
"I've never been to such a place... nor would I even know where to begin to find enjoyment on a world such as that..."
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Post by Luxeria on Jan 21, 2018 16:04:59 GMT -8
A raised eyebrow came at the curiosity of Vasari's first words. They were spoken calmly and without any hostility behind them.
The most she could gather was something involving Ifrit. She was trying to connect to them so perhaps there was some resistance in it. Still, outside of the words, Vasari seemed unphased by it, making it of little concern. It was then the Zabrak went on, explaining her use of Battle Meditation and the seemingly constant use of it when going into a mission. With that, she gave a slight shrug and tilt of her head. "Well, it never hurts to have an extra advantage."
She then gave a slight laugh that came in a sudden burst. "Well, that's why you have me. Coruscant is my home. I know it well. Not to mention coming from a higher class family, I know of the even better places. Especially the clubs. Drink, dance, flirt around, maybe even use our powers over the mind for just random fun."
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Post by The Fallen on Jan 28, 2018 14:10:34 GMT -8
Malvus had given the final go command. Causing the characteristic rumbling of engines firing up as the Order was relayed to each pilot. Ifrit tightened his grip upon the back of a seat as the shuttle lifted off the deck, before blasting off into the vast emptiness of space. He could feel the life forces of those around him, and the clusters of those within the other shuttles as they too launched. The cleansing of Pzob was about to begin as the shuttles angled down toward the surface of the planet
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Post by Kaan on Mar 3, 2018 13:11:03 GMT -8
With a flash of light, a light freighter drops into realspace, the star of the Pzob system glinting off of its hull. Kaan strides to the cockpit of the Icarus, approaching the pilots and resting his hands on the back of one of their chairs.
He leans forward, reading the initial sensor readouts. There apparently were ships already in system...and he did not recognize the configuration or the sigils. He turns to one of the pilots.
IC: "Shouldn't....shouldn't Kaine be here?"
:: Yes sir. The fleet should have arrived long before.......we.......huh. ::
IC: *raises an eyebrow* "...Not sure I care for that tone."
:: I don't think they're here. Or more specifically, I don't think they're here anymore. Or...for a long time, for that matter. ::
IC: "There had better be an explanation attached to that."
*The ship's AI sparks to life*:: I believe I can explain, sir. According to my interface with the chronometer in the Temple, we are approximately 3.5647 standard years out of synchronization. My guess is that there is a fault with the ship's hyperdrive. Temporal displacement is not an unheard of occurrence. We should count ourselves fortunate. Many of the recorded incidents are more...extreme, furthermore.... ::
IC: "I get the idea. Thank you. Reset the ship's clock, and set a course for the planet. I do not know who those ships belong to, but if they're here for the planet, there's a few things I need to make sure they don't get their hands on. We'll also need to access the temple's repair facilities. They're in disrepair, but there will be parts and tools there to repair the hyperdrive."
With a nod, the pilots set a course for Pzob, the YT-2400 responding to their commands. Kaan paces the cargo hold, fuming. This would not do...having his plans set back like this. And of all things, by a damn machine. The frustration begins building in his mind, his muscles tense and flex as his pace quickens. The frustration bleeds into anger, growing and growing until it spins out of control, rage pulsing through him as he all but tears the lightsaber from his belt. The bay is illuminated in deep crimson as the blade leaps into existence, molten plasma spraying from the newly formed Barab crystal in this hilt. With a thought,
he drags several cargo containers through the air toward him, slicing them to pieces as they reach him. The last one stops in the middle of the bay, then collapses in on itself as his hand clenches to a fist, the Force crushing the plasteel as if it were paper. Kaan stands there, panting, red fog swirling around him as he loses himself in the Darkness, letting it course through him. He did not know who was below...but..........it's then as he pauses, awash in the Dark Side, that he feels...something familiar. Or rather...someone. He frowns, letting his anger slowly ebb away, his mind now completely focused. It WAS him...why was he here?
One thing was certain, the only way he'd find answers was to go below. He returns to the cockpit, all anger and frustration gone from him, replaced with only clarity of purpose. Pzob......home......awaited him.
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Post by Viox Savage on Sept 13, 2018 0:29:21 GMT -8
The Praetor Mark II-Class Battlecruiser, fresh off the production line over the Blackguard held world of Sullust, which also happened to be Spellbinder Ifrit's domain, emerged from hyperspace over Pzob. Remote and well off the beaten path, Pzob was formerly a New Order of the Eye world. More recently, within the last several months, it had fallen to the Blackguard's conquest. Due to its remote location, Pzob was the perfect place to acquire new fighters for the Blackguard. Or rather old fighters. Plans of the Mark VI Supremacy Fighter has been discovered during the Blackguard's conquest and private factories had been commissioned to build these fighters anew. Accompanying the Supremacy, was the B28 Extinction-Class Bomber. Another design from the resurgent Sith Empire, several millenia ago. But a useful one. Crafted to meet today's technological standard, both the Supremacy and the Extinction were solid, reliable ships. Though given the Supremacy's speed and maneuverability, it was going to be pressed into service as the Blackguard's primary interceptor. The Extinction was obviously being pressed into service as a bomber. And to fill the role as a general purpose, multi role fighter, the Annihilator-Class Starfighter was going to be pressed into service as a front line fighter for the Blackguard. All in all, the Blackguard's navy was starting to drift away from being reliant on supplies from the First Order. Resupplying a personal fleet here or there was one thing, but supplying an entire fleet the size of what the Blackguard's was now, would raise too many questions. Questions the Sith'ari felt were better left unasked.*
*As the Sovereign moved into position, an Endurance-Class Fleet Carrier emerged from hyperspace, bearing the insignia of SoroSuub, a company that was, conveniently located on a Blackguard controlled world of Sullust, where the Sovereign had been constructed. An off-site manufacturing plant had been constructed at the Sith'ari's orders, to keep the prying eyes of the galaxy away. Funded and supplied by the Blackguard, SoroSuub's off-site facilities were well defended and well funded, enough so, that they were able to build enough fighters, interceptors and bombers to fully stock both the Sovereign and its twin, Harbinger. However, with Vice Admiral Vincent's delay over Sullust, Admiral Wraith proceeded to Pzob on her own to stock her ship, while Vincent would have to reschedule once SoroSuub was able to bring another shipment of fighters to them. Seated on the bridge, in her command chair on a raised platform, Wraith issued orders.
"Contact the SoroSuub Carrier and inform them we are here to collect the first shipment."
As the communications officer carried out their orders, Wraith continued speaking.
"Helm, bring us up alongside them. And ensure the flight deck and hangar are prepared to receive the incoming shipment."
As the other officer carried out their orders, the comms officer spoke up.
"Ma'am, we are transmitting on FleetCom 1. The carrier has its ears on, but no one is responding. Orders?"
Clenching her jaw and letting out a sigh, Wraith snapped her response off.
"Set General Quarters. All hands, man your battle stations! Helm, keep us steady in this heading. TAO, prep two away teams and get them on that carrier. I want to know what happened here. Once the carrier is clear, we'll send over our pilots to bring the shipment over. Power up deflectors and ready weapons, just in case."
What was supposed to be a routine supply drop, was turning out to be more hassle then it was worth. However, it was also a good test for the crew of the ship, and at this point, it was worth it. Provided they could collect their fighters and bombers, then it would prove to be a valuable exercise and give them the ships they needed. Only time would tell if this would prove to be more trouble then it was worth...
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Post by Viox Savage on Nov 9, 2018 17:27:18 GMT -8
Pzob's Orbit - SoroSuub Rendezvous Point.The Praetor Mark II-Class Battlecruiser, Sovereign, hung in orbit over Pzob a few hundred kilometres off the bow of a SoroSuub Endurance-Class Fleet Carrier. Any and all attempt to contact the vessel had been met with silence. The carrier was receiving but no one was answering. And with a ship the size of the carrier, the fact that no one was answering was suspicious. Given the fact that Pzob, while a Blackguard held world, was so far remove from the galaxy, it was the perfect ambush location. But Admiral Caydence Wraith was already expecting that. The Sovereign was ready for combat. And two teams of marines had been sent over to the carrier to see what was happening. But Wraith had a lingering feeling that something was about to go very wrong...SS Dantius - SoroSuub Endurance-Class Fleet CarrierAs the Lambda-Class shuttle settled down within the darkened hangar of the carrier, Sergeant Chuck Vickers stood near the exit ramp, covered in head to toe with the crimson hued armour of the Sith Troopers that Sith'ari Savage was so fond on using. Armed with a Mark II Paladin Blaster Rifle, the standard issue rifle of the Blackguard Armed Forces, Vickers motioned for the rest of his team to file out of the ship and secure the immediate perimeter. Following the last member of his team out, the Sergeant glanced around as his team reported in that the area was all clear. Clicking on the rifle's undermount flashlight, the trooper motioned for the team to form up and press on further into the vessel...
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Post by Viox Savage on Nov 15, 2018 17:36:00 GMT -8
SS Danitus - SoroSuub Endurance-Class Fleet Carrier.
Vickers and his men has managed to secure the hangar of the carrier, posting men at the entrances and ensuring they had a secured fall back point, should the need arise. Moving forward slowly, Vickers motioned for one of his soldiers to move ahead and get the lift online so they could head to the bridge. The corridors leading to the central lift were eerily dark and vacant. Hunkered down at the intersection, Vickers watched his man move forward, then get tackled to the ground and dragged off, screaming. All in the span of a few seconds. Before he could even pull the trigger, he was barking orders.
Lock down this intersection! Now! Squads seven and nine, Arh-Vee at my location. Kallen is down, repeat, Kallen is down.
Still facing the way that his man, Justus Kallen, had disappeared[ he could still hear the faint screaming. Clenching his jaw, he moved over to two of his men, also facing that way. Tapping them on the shoulders, he spoke.
Burke, Nolan, on me. We're going to get Kallen back. The rest of you, hold this intersection. Get that lift online and get to the bridge! If we're not back in twenty, pull back to the hangar and await reinforcements.
As the rest of his team acknowledged his orders, Burke and Nolan set off down the corridor, with Vickers bringing up the rear...
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Post by Viox Savage on Dec 3, 2018 11:12:49 GMT -8
SS Dantius - SoroSuub Endurance Class Fleet Carrier
Rounding the corner of an intersecting corridor, Sergeant Vickers motioned for the other two to proceed forward. Glancing behind them, he made sure the way was clear.
With Kallen's sudden and abrupt 'capture' for lack of a better term, Vickers and two of his men had pushed deeper into the carrier. It was pitch black, save for their helmet lights and the under mount flashlights on their rifles. The looming, ominous darkness seemed to press down on them. It was unnerving.
Sarge. Got something.
Moving up, tapping Burke on the shoulder in the process, Vickers approached where Nolan stood. Beneath the mirrored faceplate, the soldier paled. A severed arm was laying on the deck. Though it didn't look to be human, or even Zabrak for that matter. It was a sickly grey colour, with the veins a black colour. And the pool of blood nearby was odd too. Rather than the dark red that should have been there, the pool was a thick, goopy green-grey colour. None of this made sense. What in the actual hell was he looking at and where had Kallen managed to disappear to? The low, guttural growling that had started from one of maintenance hatches nearby did little to ease the tension in the air. Without speaking, Vickers motioned for Nolan to move up as he covered him. As Nolan cautiously approached the ajar hatch, a long tentacle slithered out, wrapped around Nolan's ankles and pulled him into the hatch. Unleashing a full barraged of blaster bolts at the hatch, Vickers screamed to Burke.
We are leaving, marine! Back to the hangar, double time! Go! Go! Go!
Without a second glance back at where Nolan had disappeared, Vickers turned around and bolted back down the corridor at a dead run, Burke a few meters ahead of him. Whatever it was that was lurking on this ship, they weren't equipped to deal with it. They needed to get off the ship. Now.
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Post by Viox Savage on Feb 23, 2019 18:00:01 GMT -8
SS Dantius - SoroSuub Endurance-Class Fleet Carrier
Vickers and Burke had made it back to the hangar in record time, running full tilt all the way back. Manually sealing the bulkhead, Vickers commed the rest of the teams.
This is Sergeant Vickers to all teams, report in!
Receiving nothing but static, the silver armored soldier looked to his companion. Burke was only half paying attention to what Vickers was doing. Keeping an eye on their surroundings, Burke spoke up.
What is our next move, Sarge?
Thinking quickly, Vickers motioned to the shuttle that had brought them over.
Inside, marine. Close 'er up and hail the Admiral. We need the help to get out of here.
Nodding, Burke spun around and moved towards the shuttle, Vickers following right behind. Once in the shuttle, they sealed it and went to the cockpit. The shuttle's flood lamps were illuminating a wide swath of the hangar bay. But the motion trackers on the troopers' HUDs wasn't showing any friendly movement. Sliding into the pilot's seat, Vickers patched in to the FLEETCOM frequency.
Mayday, mayday, mayday! This is Sergeant Vickers requesting immediate aid on the Dantius. Unknown hostiles on board. Biological contaminants present. Full CBR recommended. Repeat, hazards present, CBR gear recommended...-
A loud banging on the shuttle's hatch interrupted him. Glancing over to Burke, Vickers jumped up from the seat and shouldered his rifle....
Sovereign - Blackguard Reborn Praetor MK II-Class Battlecruiser
The request for aid came across loud and clear. Seated in her command chair, Admiral Caydence Wraith barked orders.
"TAO, get our response teams in there. Sith Knights leading them. And ensure they are in full CBR loadout. We don't need to lose control of this situation or risk any more of our people. Helm, pull us back to minimum safe distance. And ensure all gunnery stations are locked on to that ship. I am not getting caught flat-footed here."
As her orders were carried out and response teams were prepped for insertion, the Sovereign pulled back to its minimum safe distance from the carrier to ensure it wasn't caught in any sort of blast radius...
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Post by Viox Savage on May 5, 2019 14:30:09 GMT -8
SS Dantius - SoroSuub Endurance-Class Fleet CarrierSeated in the passenger bay of the Lambda-Class Shuttle currently parked in the hangar bay of the Endurance-Class Carrier, Sergeant Chuck Vickers and Private Eston Burke were talking quietly among themselves. Having sealed the ramp and the entrance to the cockpit, the two Sith Troopers had effectively trapped themselves inside the shuttle, hoping to survive whatever it was they had stumbled upon. So far everything held. But the occasional screech and groaning whine could be heard from outside the shuttle. Having removed their helmets, the pale and rugged face of Vickers glanced over to the dark skinned Private."Our message got through. All we gotta do now is sit tight and wait for reinforcements. Doors are holding. We're good."Burke nodded in response."Yeah...just never expected everything to be FUBAR. I mean, what was that? Some kind of animal?"Nodding, Vickers replied. Though in truth, he had no idea what they had encountered. But, this was a tense situation. Remaining calm was the key here."More than like. Maybe some kind of Sithspawn? Not entirely sure, but the Sith do like their secrets. And subverting science with the 'force'. So who knows."As the two troopers continued to wonder, an Atmospheric Assault Lander was launched from the Sovereign. Standing in the trooper bay with a squad of Sith Advanced Troopers, a Sith Knight, armored from head to toe, looked over them.We are to re-secure the hangar bay and hold it all costs. I will proceed towards the engineering deck myself and prime the ship for detonation. The Admiral wants all of our ships removed from the carrier and brought to the Sovereign. It is your job to ensure our pilots are able to do so...The metallic black armored soldiers were an experimental project from the Blackguard's NavSpecWar division. Equipped with heavy repeaters, prototype Sith Trooper armor boasting several modifications, these troops were allegedly to be the best of the best, surpassing even the Sith Commandos. Provided they were able to carry out their orders, then Orien would ensure the Sith'ari heard positive reports from them. But for now, the Sith Knight was tasked with jumping feet first into the unknown. With a gentle thud, the AAL touched down into the carrier's hangar bay. Turning to face the ramp, the forward most troopers raised their weapons as the ramp lowered. Striding down it as the troopers fanned out, the Knight glanced around. Something felt wrong here. It was then that a blood-curdling shriek echoed across the bay and blaster fire erupted from the troopers as they disembarked. Drawing his saber hilt and igniting the red blade, the Knight sprang into action...
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