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Post by The Fallen on May 16, 2021 0:31:13 GMT -8
He let her slip from his grip as she stepped away from him and re-postured herself up against the holodisplay board. With a wave of his hand, he used the Force to manipulate the holodisplay controls, causing the projection to change to that of the galaxy and those surrounding it. Billions of stars clustered together in several formations, creating galaxies within which life was able to exist
Well... The ideal situation would be to find a star already entering its end stage or close to it... A more naturally caused threat would be... safer. Setting a star upon a death course would be dangerous and could backfire upon us... It is not a plan which I wish to rely upon. You hold a strong connection with the Living Force, dear Vasari, and I have every confidence that should you meditate upon it, you will find just the world we need...
Ifrit did indeed believe Vasari would manage to find a world suffering from the natural threat of extinction from a star around which it orbited. But he would also set Eris to the task of preparing for the artificial creation of a dying star in secret. The less Vasari knew about such a plan, the better off she would be in convincing a world soul of her intention to be its saviour. It would be quite the task to find a planet upon which existed a Force Nexus that was also sentient. But Ifrit did not doubt Vasari's ability and connection to find such a place
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Post by Vasari on May 16, 2021 22:41:03 GMT -8
Vasari's eyes fell to the ground as she considered what Ifrit was telling her. The universe was within a constant cycle of death and life and rebirth - the idea was not a complicated one worlds were in a state of constant decay, each of them had a clock on them and the Living Force caused the toll of each tick of the clock. Ifrit seemed to believe that she could find one such world... with perhaps little complication. However a dying world was not the only thing she had need of, that world needed to be one of the perhaps only hundreds cast like pebbles throughout the rippling tides of the Living Force blessed with a Nexus of the Force. It couldn't have been a more complicated task... She exhaled softly when met with the daunting task.
"You perhaps place too much faith in me... But i will set myself to the task at once."
Vasari placed her hands on the edge of the holodisplay table and with a slow purposeful motion slipped her butt over the ledge so that she sat on the top of the displace - the stars and their independent systems shifting around her body. The cloth that barely covered her shifted and pulled slightly revealing a scandalous amount of thigh and perhaps a bit more before the fabric pooled around her hips and covered her once again as she crossed her legs beneath her and closed her eyes, but not before giving Ifrit a knowing wink and a mischievous and teasing smirk.
As her eyes closed her mind slowly began to sink into the ease that she had come to call the mind of stone - in this frame of mind nothing could spurn her, nothing could upset her, and she could be slapped full across the face and not be turned to anger from it.
The uses for such a tool were many, but recently it had allowed her a frame of mind to reset her minds labyrinth, and the way she ordered her thoughts and the way she felt the currents of the force.
The holodisplay went dark for a moment, and then the galaxies appeared before them again, shifting from system to system. Vasari's body was still, her lips slightly parted, her eyes darting back and forth between their lids as if searching frantically for something. The system shifted faster and faster - blurring in and out of shape and clarity.
"So many... there are so many... I... I cant see them all..."
She began to fumble out of mind of stone, the weight of the universe dropping on her consciousness already fragile with her recent brushes with death, and the strength it had taken from her to heal. The holodisplay began to fail again - held together only through sheer force of will as her mind tumbled from mind of stone and her grip on the currents of the living force began to tumble from her minds grasp...
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Post by The Fallen on May 29, 2021 2:04:43 GMT -8
Complicated as the task was, Ifrit knew Vasari was the only one of them capable of completing it. He had power and a wealth of knowledge, but for the task of divining the location of a living world with a force nexus, all he had was useless. Alone anyway. He lacked the connection Vasari had put on display so far and that he had glimpsed within her
My faith in you is based on what I've seen you able to achieve... No more and no less... None are more capable than you...
He offered her a reassuring smile as she moved herself up onto the holodisplay table. He moved a couple steps closer to the table with the shifting of the fabric and reveal of a significant amount of skin not going unnoticed. He had seen much and more of her and these teasing glimpses were nice reminders of what was hidden by her clothing. He returned her look at him with a smirk of his own, promising that what had transpired the night before would not be a one off event.
As she closed her eyes, Ifrit came to a complete stop. When cast in the shadows created a few moments later, one might mistake him for a stone gargoyle. He was transfixed by the flows and currents of the Living Force as they were drawn to and flowed through Vasari. It was full of life, power, and promise. No words could be used to accurate describe what he saw as she sat there immersing herself within the Force. The Sith species might have formed a symbiotic relationship with the darkside as a people. but Vasari was perhaps the only person he knew that had formed a symbiotic relationship with the Living Force of her own accord.
He watched as at first she seemed to approach the task calmly and with a great deal of control. But things soon started to descend into chaos as the task seemed to crash in upon her. There was far too much information and data for her to try and process all of it. He had considered this as a risk, but he had hopefully already formulated a way to mitigate this pressure. To bring her back to the peace she needed.
He took a few steps closer and slipped his hands beneath hers, gripping tightly onto her
Focus upon my voice Vasari... Narrow your focus away from those worlds and places we already know do not meet our criteria... Look for the gaps where nothing is thought to exist, both here and in our neighbours... Use my strength as your own...
He focused his own mind then, pushing his knowledge of the galaxy outward to help divert her focus away from unnecessary space. The more that could be cut out, the less the weight would be. In theory. But he also let the Force flow from himself into her, to reinforce her will and help hold the weight of the galaxy. Though if the task proved too much right now, he would help ease her down. There was, after all, still some time before the assembly of her ship was completed. But even then, they could still focus themselves upon this task for as long as was needed
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Post by Vasari on May 30, 2021 21:13:19 GMT -8
The raging chaos winds of the unbridled universe swirled about her mind. The Living Force touched every world there was like strands of light spiderwebbing across infinite galaxies, but the space between those stars was great, and the strands that curried Vasari's consciousness between them were thin, and the further her consciousness was spread the more thin those lines became. She began losing parts of herself throughout the multitude of stars and so the strain on her mind greatened and with that she had to focus more and more to maintain balance with the Living Force.
She had thought to start with the bordering systems - quickly she was drawn to those teaming with life, but she would not doom the population of the planet to harvest its soul. The morality of the Living Force was indescribable to her, life continued regardless of the snuffing out of some billions. The living force knew her purpose and set her mind upon the path, guiding her towards those worlds that would suite her. She saw them all splayed out against the black of space like holes in a curtain veiling the sun. But their points in space were impossible for her to triangulate without a point of reference.
Upon asking for a specific location of just one of the distant lights her brain was assaulted with endless maps of the universe, all the way back from the dawn of space exploration in this universe. Maps in a hundred thousand different languages, some in methods of artistry that were foreign to any known living civilization. The weight of the knowledge was too much and so her mind began to fold, and her consciousness began to unravel. She split her mind in attempt to set two powers to purpose against the strain but the weight was still too much... again she split her mind, then again... again... again... again... and again... Her mental powers strained to its max even before Dathomir... and for a single moment she held the weight of the Universe within her mind. Seven Lights appeared before her eyes, Seven Possibilities among the trillions of stars - a fragment of her mind holding each one... and then...
Vasari's eyes opened but the green light circling darkness was not there, Her eyes were like those of a Rodian Viewing its first night sky and forever having the image of those swirling lights embedded forever within their eyes... Her eyes held the seven lights she had plucked from the trillions - the seven parts of her mind holding them in that moment before her body began to shake, and the lights began to fade one by one from the black of her eyes - the green of them gone, the white gone.
Parts of her mind heard Ifrit's words... Six parts to be exact, and they released their holds upon the worlds they knew and flooded back to her along the razor thin strands of the Living Force. The shaking ceased as those parts returned to her, knowledge of those sectors of the universe lost, and one by one the lights in her eyes faded as her mind returned. She regained her bodies movement as the second part of her returned... Reason returned with the third and she heard Ifrit calling on her to use his strength... she did so and with that power she was able to recall more of herself from the far flung universe. Heart and Will returned with the next two and with those she was aware of what she had just attempted and panic set in as reason began to take hold. She pulled the last three parts of herself back from the darkness and two came willingly, just needing her strength, but the last held onto its spark of light, and so Sight was lost to her... Her world went black, and even as she grasped for Ifrit's guiding hand she lost consciousness and collapsed upon the holotable.
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Post by The Fallen on Jun 4, 2021 2:23:53 GMT -8
He stayed stood before her as her eyes opened and he saw the lights shining in her gaze. As the lights began to die out, he felt Vasari finally call upon his strength that he offered. Her fractured mind slowly coming back together and reforming once more. In that moment, he began to wonder if perhaps the task he had set her was too much for her in her current state. Perhaps he should have insisted they wait until she had recovered further. He just hoped his strength would be enough to supplement that which she lacked. If he lost her here and now, Ifrit was not sure he would be able to forgive himself.
He could feel more and more of her being returning, until at last one piece remained. He watched as she grasped for his hand as she lost consciousness. His movements became swifter as she drew on less of his power, allowing him to catch her before she collapsed onto the top of the table
Vasari!
He held her close, with one hand splaying out across her chest to feel for the rhythmic beats of her hearts even as he tilted his ear to her mouth. Her breaths were shallow and barely existent, while the beating of her dual hearts grew faint
You're not going out that easily my dear...
He scooped Vasari up and rushed from the room, heading directly for the shuttle bays where crews were on standby to move workers to and from the surface of Sullust. As Ifrit came into the bay, Ammon Steele was just aboard to board his vessel when he caught sight of the Dark Jedi cradling the Zabrak Female's seemingly lifeless form
My lord! Over here!
Ifrit grunted in response before rushing over and boarding the ship, with Ammon following behind, shouting orders to the crew. The Shuttle doors closed just as the repulsorlifts kicked in, with the engines bursting to life a few moments later...
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Post by Dragus on Jan 5, 2023 10:08:45 GMT -8
Swirling bands of blue gave way to a star speckled tapestry as a warship clawed its way from the lightspeed clutches of hyperspace, transitioning to sublight speeds as it crossed the dimensional threshold and entered the system, just off the main hyper lane. Close inspection would reveal the dreadnought to be an Imperial II-class Star Destroyer, albeit, one with a few cosmetic alterations. Its hull was painted, or in most places carbon scored, a light swallowing black to match the void of space. A forest of impervium spikes protruded from its armoured plates, upon which frozen cadavers danced as the warship's massive engine cones propelled it deeper into the star system. The aether shrieked with the shrill song of screaming starwierds, physically shackled by the ankle to the outer hull by chains of Sith-iron, crafted in such an insidious manner as to be capable of ensnaring even their incorporeal forms. Their wretched cries shattered the meat sculptures around them, vibrating apart the frozen corpses and causing the star destroyer to trail a frigid bloody mist in the vacuum behind it. Such were the horrors and unconscionable atrocities committed within its decks that the dread-ship possessed an aura of its own, one of suffering and despair, a black calamity that any with a Force sensitivity would have been plagued with premonitions of its arrival days before it had entered the system.In the near lawless Outer Rim, there was no other void predator quite so feared as the Covenant of Blood. They had all thought it nothing more than a bad dream, but allow me to assure you that this nightmare was real. Part marvel of Imperial engineering, part altar of sacrilege, the dreadnought was flagship to the worst sort of villain this stretch of space had ever known: a Lord of the Eye.As it stalked across the system, passing by the outer most planets on its approach to Sullust, its considerable arsenal of cannons began to swivel to bear on any available targets. Octuple barbette turbolasers growled as their barrels belched ionized steam, churning plasma as they warmed in preparation of use. Like its master, the malevolent spirit of this warship was hungry to unleash carnage, to slake its thirst for death by reaping a terrible tally among the sullustans. The second it cleared the last planet and was on approach to its target, it plethora of weapons lit up the void. Brilliant crimson lances of energized gas stretched across the cold vacuum, projected by a furious choir of destruction as its batteries of heavy turbolaser cannons joined the octuple barbettes in targeting all civilian ships and satellites in orbit around the planet. Fiery explosions erupted in orbit, raining down into the atmosphere as flaming debris. From the fanged maw of the Covenant's hangar, two squadrons of TIE Interceptors and TIE Bombers poured from its belly and began to make short work of any orbital infrastructure. The interceptors picked apart fleeing craft with streaking concussion missiles, while the bombers obliterated Holo-net relays with proton bombs disgorged from their mechanical wombs.On the bridge, where the lighting was dim and the floor was a sticky mass of congealed effluence, the minions of the Sith Eternal's dark apothecary gathered. The former tomb guard of Freedon Nadd, Krell, stood rigidly next to the view-port that stretched across the front of the bridge. A long cape of tanned human hide hung from the spiked pauldrons of his Sith Elite Warbot frame, over which was bound a long scabbard of drexl scale, containing the crystaline ostrine great-sword 'Morkai'. The frigid blade seemed to radiate cold even when sheathed, forming a rime of frost where the pommel guard met the scabbard. His face plate was currently up, revealing the yellowed bone of his rotten skull that was cast in an eerie crimson light by the warbot's two glowing red photo-receptors, set in the sockets of his litch-like face. On the opposite side of the bridge, peering out into the scene of battle unfolding before them, was the leader of the hunger cults, Mephisto. The umbaran had always been pale, but since imbibing Dragus' dark elixir, his flesh had taken on a whole new meaning to the word. Practically translucent, his skin was crisscrossed by pulsating black lines of corruption that seemed to pump shadows through his veins. A serrated edged bastard sword with runic inscriptions along its length was thrust through a loop on his belt, over the immaculate white robes of a hannite monk. The runes alone Famine's Fang seemed to blaze in their setting, responding to the violence visited upon the Sullustan people.Further back, seated in the obsidian command throne that dominated the bridge, was dark apostle Lorn Dirkwood. One of the original five talons of Famine, he maintained a place of honour as the Covenant's commander in battle. Originally human, he could hardly be called that now. After failure had led to his beheading, the Famine Lord had combined his mastery of alchemy with dark science to see his most useful pawn resurrected. After all, he had never given him permission to die in the first place. A ring of scar tissue circled the dark apostles neck, irritatingly catching on the hem of his collar to permanently remind him his life was not his own. Yet even as a shallow husk, the currents of the malevolent fey still responded to the wealth of hate he kept stored securely in his black heart. Standing to the right of the throne was another of his number, Jerec Cretin, dark apostle and sorcerer. Where Lorn had the more traditional education of a Dark Jedi, focusing on combat and mastery of the lightsaber blade, Jerec had spent his time unravelling the dark mysteries of the fey. Corrupted thoroughly, its flesh change was evident upon him. His eyes were a jaundiced yellow, bloodshot and sunken. His body practically swelled with stolen power, bleeding from his fingertips in the form of a swirling black mist.There were other less important generals as well, such as the savage commander of the Vermintide, Queek Throatslitter. A bloody froth dripped from his gritted fangs as he waited for permission to unleash his horde of ranats upon the populace. He held two nasty looking axes with rusted blades in his gnarled paws, while his wire thin tail snapped impatiently on the filthy deck floor. He was joined in that corner of the bridge by a few captains of the Black Legion, former servants of the Inquisitorius that Dragus had taken with him when he first pledged himself to the Eye. They were much changed since then, though most of those...augmentations, were concealed by the massive suits of ornate Inquisitorium darktrooper armour they wore. Each was a towering warrior in thick plate, with joints that shrieked and hissed as they moved, threatening the promise of violence with every motion. Other then that, the only other occupiers of the bridge were the command crew operating the various stations necessary for control of the dreadnought.Their wait was short lived. Finally the bridge doors parted to admit the one they had been expecting, the dark master they had all pledged themselves to serve in perpetuity. Hot vitae drizzled from gleaming white fangs as the saurian Sith entered the bridge, spilling his own dark blood from bleeding gums shred by rows of razor sharp incisors that filled his black scaled snout. It mixed with salivation spilling from his open maw, running down his chin in thick drooling ropes of ooze that soiled the front of his grizzly attire. As usual he was wearing his favourite robe of man flesh, a cadaverous vanity that was the combination of a number of flayed faces sutured together with surgical staples, each still possessing the same final expression of agony they had felt when he had peeled the skin from its connecting tissue with his own claws. The morbid garment covered most of his scales, save for his foreclaws which he kept entwined together in front of his stomach, and his overlong tail that rose from his backside to hover over his back like a scorpion. A sinister spike oiled in poison capped the fifth appendage's end, adding to the effect. He seemed larger than usual, his shoulders wider across, his chest more broad and his arms thicker. A result of the alchemical balm he had applied to his scales while preparing himself for battle. Each glossy black mirror had been temporarily hardened into unnatural armour, while his reptilian muscles bulged beneath."Welcome, welcome!" He hissed jovially, stalking across the deck like a carnosaur on his toe talons. He stopped once he reached the long stretch of deck that ran from the command throne to the view port, lined on either side by trenches full of bridge officers with dark circles under their eyes, each garbed in a dirty uniform. His generals remained where they were, but all had turned their attention to the fear inspiring Famine Lord. They all knew the price for failing to display proper obedience to the Great Devourer. "I sssee our arrival iz proceeding well. Siss siss siss." Snickered the drake lord, before continuing. His crimson reptilian orbs glared desirously at the volcanic world before him, seeming to pierce the toxic veil of atmosphere that blanketed its surface. "Prepare Spite'z drop-pod. I'll be ssseeing to thiz tithe persssonally. Mephisssto." He rubbed his index and middle talons together, eliciting an audible snap as he indicated the hannite. "Have the hunger cultistz prepare to join my children and I in our asssault on the capital. Latessst censuz reportz indicate thiz world haz a population of at leassst a billion. It would do my feral offssspring much good to gorge themselvez before we begin rounding the populace up into cagez."Mephisto hissed wetly. "As you will it, Hungering One." Before grinning like a mad piranha. "Queek! Iz he even here?" Snarled Dragus, before locking eyes with the fearsome rodent bedecked in rusting armour. "Ah, there you are. Queek, I want you to focuz the Vermintidez effortz on pilfering SssoroSuub. Ssstrip it of everything you can. Then ssset itz factoriez ablaze. I don't want anything left but ash." His slit irises flickered to the tomb guard standing next to the viewport. "Krell, you will join them. I mean it, I want nothing but ruinz left in our wake. Sssee that it iz done."The tomb guard pounded a spiked Sith iron gauntlet against his chest plate, expressing his unquestionable servitude in a resounding clang of vibrating metal that showered the grimy floor in a bath of sparks. Then the Blood Wyrm turned his frightening red eyes on Lorn and Jerec, the brilliant double lidded orbs smouldering in their sunken sockets like two burning coals. They felt the full brunt of his hungering aura leaching away their life force as he remained focused on them. Even their shadowsilk robes seemed to wilt in his presence, though that could have been do to the sour nature of his rancid breath that blew across the deck with each poisonous exhalation of air."My apostlez, maintain void dominance in my absssence. Have our squadronz prioritize any civilian vesselz attempting to flee. No survivorz. Then once you've finished picking apart the remaining orbital facilitiez, turn the Covenant'z cannonz upon the sssurface. The sullustanz are grubz, cowering in cavernz beneath the ground. A little tectonic inssstability ought to sssend them ssscurrying from their holez, right into our waiting clawz."To emphasize the point, he held one of his claws curled upwards. Forks of Force Lightning crackled between his talon tips, filling the bridge with a heady mix of scorched bone and sulphur. The Feaster of World's wide maw seemed to stretch unnaturally into a filthy smile from ear hole to ear hole, displaying rotten scraps of his latest meal still caught in his gleaming fangs. Lorn nodded from his seated position in the command throne, while Jerec lowered himself to a knee and bowed his head in deferment to the Leach Lord.A new Red Tithe had begun, one certain to meet the Sith Eternal's slave quota and to fill its war-chest with coin. Woe be to anyone that stood in their way.
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Post by Dragus on Jan 10, 2023 9:30:27 GMT -8
With a large chunk of its population in chains and the SoroSuub factory district in flames, the Black Fang's work was done on Sullust. The Covenant of Blood's choir of turbolaser cannons finally quieted from its repeated hammering of the surface just as the last slave transport arrived in its hangar. The fleets newest acquisition, a Quasar Fire-class cruiser carrier that had been christened the Rattus Norvegicus, pushed away from the planet and jumped to hyperspace on a course for Hypori.
Communications beacons with nuclear batteries were dropped throughout the system, broadcasting on all available channels the same repeating message: the Fang had been here.
Once free of the planet's naturally formed gravity well, the Covenant made the leap into hyperspace on a course for the nebulous dust cloud known as the Cloak of the Sith.
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Post by Dragus on Nov 3, 2023 6:31:27 GMT -8
An awful amalgamation of gunmetal grey plates and dark iron rivets tore free of the twisted embrace of the other skein of reality that wormed its way beneath the dimensional plane of realspace, as the C-9979 modular frigate 'Dragenburg' was dejected from hyperspace, translating into the Sullust system just outside the planet's naturally formed gravity well. Last time the lecherous lizard had visited the world below he had been on something of a sacred mission, to take slaves and reap souls as part of the Sith Eternal's red tithe, to secure a bountiful harvest so that the mines of Roon were never absent their indentured help. Today, however, his intent on plunder was for less concentrated on the flesh folded faces of the Sullustan people. He had come specifically for SoroSuub, to seek the corporate entity's aid in producing a warship to replace his less than beloved Haemoncular Occulori. While the Lucrehulk was a veritable fortress of alchemical lore, containing a great deal of his mutant menagerie of monstrous freaks and disturbing artwork, it lacked a certain je ne sais quoi. Thus, with the aid of the verminous denizens of Dragusblight, the dastardly draconian drake lord was set on rectifying this issue. Bleeding radioactive particulate from its sublight drives, the Dragenburg streaked into the atmosphere, its path set for the SoroSuub manufacturing centre on Sullust's sulphurous surface.
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Post by Dragus on Nov 5, 2023 7:58:54 GMT -8
A black hulled force of dauntless and liberator cruisers emerged from the sulphur stained atmosphere of Sullust, followed by the massive Sith iron slab of the Ark Diabolicus, breaking free of the planet's naturally formed gravity well as it headed towards the nearby hyperlane. Inside the devilish dreadnought, electrical current crackled through the torture racks of the Dark Chorus, an combination of alchemy and dark science that split the dimensional barrier with a shriek of psychic resonance. A hyperspace wormhole was ripped wide open, exposing a ruinous red hellscape as opposed to the usual swirling bands of the blue more commonly witnessed. The wicked fleet poured through the breach, accelerating to lightspeed as the villainous company headed towards the fringes of Wild Space.
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Post by Darth Xitan on May 4, 2024 23:13:39 GMT -8
It would be a gargantuan undertaking. Sullust had been the gem of empires and nations that called this part of the Outer Rim their domain and rightful claims. As a result, it was always a bloody affair to take it, whether the system was independent or aligned with one of these previous factions. The planet had its defensive arrays in orbit, but also attached to the shipyard. SoroSuub Corporation held great sway and influence, Their ownership of the shipyards meant the sector had a robust fleet. Sith intelligence reports already spoke of formerly Blackguard vessels as well as products of different eras: Bulwark-class warships, Dauntless cruisers, Quasar Fire-class bulk cruiser, Cutlass 9s, and Preybirds. And so, when the Sith returned to Sullust once more, they came with fire and brimstone...
Vessels of the Albrion Sector Fleet and attachments from Eternal Flame Squadron jumped into the Sullustan home system, led by the Bellator-class Dreadnought, christened The Sidious. The vessel already undergone a trial of beginnings, allowing itself to be utilized before the battlefield it led today. Swarms of Sith starfighters launched from their berths, blasting Preybirds, Cutlass 9s, and Fang fighters out of the sky. The Sith war fleet lumbered ever closer to the Sullust shipyards, blasting into the defense fleet in orbit. The holes made allowed for the initial ground forces to make their way towards the first of their targets: the shipyards themselves. There were a number of vessels there, ripe for the claiming. And the defense systems of the shipyard could be turned against their own friendly fleet if controls could be seized. This task fell to the Seventeenth Legion, the Harrowers would scream once more.
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The lightsaber of Xitan cut through a pair of security droids, slashing them good as the troopers advanced forward with their droid counterparts and Sith warriors. General Martok, who commanded the 37th 'Odionate' Corps in reserve awaited command to make landfall on the planet. Commanders Thresian and Ritalus advanced along the Western berths and into the interior. This freed Xitan to lead things to the East. All in an effort to make enough of a bridgehead to draw in reinforcements from the Tenth Legion. Outside, things were just as chaotic as they were in here. Admiral Torrent from the command ship was ensuring the enemy bled well, but there were those Bulmark IIIs, at least a trio of them, that were providing an ideal foe. Sullust would be a well gained prize with the successes here. Xitan knew there would be a success here.
He raised his gloved hand, throwing four security guards against a wall before being tossed against another wall. Their weapons skirted against the metal as they were dispatched by a squad of Stormtroopers. In this instance, the masked Sith felt good to be live. After being underground on Roon, to stretch the limbs and do what he enjoyed was a good change of pace. The Acolyte whipped around, clashing with a security droid that wielded an electro baton. Two good parries ensued before its limb was cut and its legs were severed, followed by its robotic head rolling. They were pressing in the right directions. Cut down those here and there would be little planetary security on the ground could do against a full Sith invasion.
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Post by Darth Xitan on May 9, 2024 20:39:54 GMT -8
Atypical with a former world of the Blackguard, reports eventually came in of the presence of Sith. Xitan, in fact, cut three down in a control room, one of the many that automated the defense systems of the shipyards. It didn't take long for confirmation to come in that the Sullustan government cooperated with a local warlord, a Darth Hadus, once a commanding officer of the garrison before the fall of the Blackguard Imperium. He was a Rodian, another species that had been ruled by the Sith of the Blackguard before, and known to be a capable individual with command and dueling. However, like everyone, he did have a fatal flaw.
Despite being a reputable commander, he had a great distrust towards his subordinates. This left his own officers talentless and mediocre as they were raised up as quickly as they were brought down. Too little veterans and many who were incapable of understanding broad and precise tactics. Perhaps that was why the fleet was so hapless in space as Xitan turned the automated defenses upon their defending fleet. Still, the Rodian would be a good fight, hopefully. Only difference is that Xitan could likely walk into his fortress, almost unopposed. The Acolyte left the control home to his own men and departed to rejoin the fight itself.
Despite the ferocity of his soldiers, Xitan took a care to ensure the shipyards were left without an impact. They would be vital, the Kuat to the Sith Eternal, in ensuring they had a fleet and a means to build what they needed. It certainly wasn't like the shipyards of the Core regions, under First Order control, but Sullust would certainly, and quickly, prove her worth. And it would be thanks to him.
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The Sith Eternal
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Affiliation: The Cult of the Eternal
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Post by Darth Xitan on May 25, 2024 22:04:15 GMT -8
The reforged mask of Xitan, fixed from the events within the bowels of Roon, turned to Admiral Torrent.What?There was definitely an air of tension among the crew of not only his flagship, but the rest of the fleet. Murmurs had already begun to speak between crewmembers during the time Xitan had been on the planet. An urgent communique had been sent by High Command on Roon, noting a rather disturbing and unbelievable twist. Torrent took a bit of time to let the silence endure before repeating what was reported from communication.=Torrent= My Lord, Roon has undergone a coup. High Command has managed to send a communique to other loyalist elements, across the Sith Eternal. Namely to the Favored. This report is, unfortunately, a bit outdated as it arrived two days ago. It reads as such:Torrent clears his throat.=Torrent= 'To the loyalists of the Supreme Leader, the Fabricator-General, and elements within the Nullus Beacon, have managed to strike a blow at the heart of our empire and to the hinderance of our operations. As of right now, we are unable to contact Nullus Beacon due to a blackout in transmissions. We will be sending priority orders to those on the field who are known to be among the loyal to our Supreme Leader. Be advised, do not approach Roon and keep to the outer systems.'The transmission ended after that as stated by Torrent as he hands over the datapad with the communication on it to Xitan. The Acolyte takes the datapad and proceeds to review what was said. He had a feeling that Dragus was involved, considering the confederacy that seemed to be between both the Fabricator-General and the Dark Apothecary. What of others on the council? What of the other Favored? For a moment, Xitan even wondered if there was a way to use the force to contact Darth Sirona to better understand what was going on. Nonetheless, the Sith was silent.=Torrent= My Lord, your orders?Xitan looks at the Admiral as the crew could be seen even looking at the Sith too.We continue our mission in the name of the Sith Eternal. Sullust has been captured and brought under our control. We shall next move for Mustafar and bring this part of the Outer Rim firmly under our grasp. Such planets will be of good use to our order... whoever may lead it.Xitan then turns slowly, looking out at Sullust and the repairs being done to the shipyard and the salvage of the orbital fleet that had been decimated. He had plans to leave a legion behind to govern and enforce while the rest of his forces moved for the Atravis sector and the once brilliant and dread capital of the extinct Blackguard Imperium.
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