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Post by Shaman Odin Alfodr on Feb 26, 2013 17:17:36 GMT -8
*Thyferra was a hot, humid planet, consisting of forests, tropical jungles, mountains, and vast cave networks.*
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Post by Deleted on Oct 3, 2013 18:15:26 GMT -8
The song of life has ended. We can no longer hear its harmony, for the balance has been broken. For what seemed like centuries, we have hibernated beneath the surface of this world whilst the galaxy changed around us. We are unchanged, for the kind has persisted when other races have faded into blissful antiquity. Before the Humans had formed their meddlesome Republic, the kind was seeded upon thousands of worlds and thriving amongst the stars. We have deemed that those days, shrouded in mystery and various degrees of truth, to become our future. The kind is no stranger to violence, for throughout the ages we have fought many battles against various sentient’s. We are indentured helots to the masses no longer, for it is our time to rise. It is our time to forge the galaxy anew in the image of the swarm, all in accordance to the song. Beneath the surface of Thyferra our nest begins to stir. A gorog hive left behind during the swarm war, sequestered beneath the crust where none would dare look. The queen is the first to awaken, a youngling when compared to the dormant hives within the sector and burrowed deep within the cavernous expanse of the planets moons. Her body quakes as she sweeps away the dust of centuries. Around her, the guardians of the hive awaken. Their minds link with that of their loving mother, and the beginnings of the communal hive began to reknit themselves. Throughout the caves beneath the surface dozens upon dozens of drones and warriors awaken, their minds joining with the collective. When all the Kind is free from their dormant shackles, a song begins to play. It is the note of reclamation.
The hive had a function once, and as the kind woke from their centuries of slumber, the drones would set about bringing back that ancient glory. One song has ended, and it was time for another to begin. The song of war would resound through the heavens and the galaxy will tremble under the weight of those they thought were slaves. We are the Kind, and we must swarm..
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Post by Deleted on Oct 14, 2013 14:10:29 GMT -8
Like all hives, the kind had started by refurbishing the hatchery. It was their instinctual drive to continue the cycle of the kind that had been the defining factor behind the clearing of the hatchery. Several hundred pits were dug and instantly filled with the gestation sacs of the Killik young. Clattering mandibles resounded throughout the hatchery as the drones began spreading outwards, clearing the rubble from bygone eras and forming the basis upon which their hive would be built. With the base of the cave free from debris, they began expanding the hatchery to cover the entire expanse of the underground cavern. More and more pits were dug as the nest began to extend outwards. The queen watched with a loving longing as more eggs were lifted from her chitinous form and placed within the enclosed housing of the gestation pits. Languid gurgles and silent pheromones echoed throughout the hatchery as the drones began to clear out the corridors reaching through the mountain range. When this world had been seeded, only two routes to the surface were bored through the bedrock. When the hive awoke, it sought to expand those tunnels to create a myriad and uncountable routes to and from the main body of the nest. Such a maze of coruscating tunnels and artificial caverns would expand the nest in ways that were previously un-thought of, it would make more room to have other queens breed to create new hatcheries. The hive would expand, it would consume, and in time it would swarm.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 17, 2013 16:02:29 GMT -8
The passageways beneath the mountain had been cleared, and their route to the surface had been opened. Fresh, humid air surged through the excavated tunnels bringing along the sweet scent of the meal to come. The young would soon hatch, and they would need to feed in order to survive. The local sentient life forms would do, as after the Kind had swarmed through their cities, the dead would be fed to the larva continuing the ambient circle of life. The queen’s mandibles parted in a twisted amalgamation of a fond smile, the thought of her young feasting and growing. That dream began to spread throughout the hive, causing some the warrior caste to feel the thirst for blood. The Kind was once peaceful creatures, but now warped by the very galaxy they had help build; the kind would soon go to war. Small packs of man sized Killik’s left the nest scouting the world in which they had awoken, scouring the sparse terrain surrounding the entrances to their hive cluster below. Over time as the nest began to truly awaken, such expeditions stretched towards the very boundaries of civilization. Pockets of humans and other creatures, seeking the solace of the jungle, were overran and returned to the hive so that the young could feast. Each day more and more corpses began to fill the hatcheries, and each time they had returned from their quest the Kind would know better ways to kill their prey. Several of the warriors had begun affixing the broken rib cages of their earlier kills to the exterior of their fists, adding an even more deadly weapon than their lethal tridactyl claws.
Life upon Thyferra was about to change for those that called it home, the swarm was rising and their young needed to feed…
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Post by Deleted on Oct 18, 2013 16:06:47 GMT -8
The kind’s advances upon the outer reaches of Thyferra’s cities had not gone unnoticed. Several units of the planetary defense force mobilised and began hunting down these newly awakened aggressors. Humans and Vratix worked alongside one another as they began locating and cautiously entering the recently excavated burrows. Blasters and primitive rifles swept through the darkness of the hive cluster, as unease began to settle through their ranks. They were not trained military forces, not like the Soldiers of the Republic or Empire respectively. These men and women were just concerned citizens who bore the right to bear arms upon the Vratix world. Dozens of these citizen militia units had advanced into the depths of the tunnel network, finding nothing but the marks of Killik passing. Some were recent and other looked centuries old. Regardless, the lack of these previously peaceful creatures perturbed the minds of every one that had entered the tunnels. They were right to be disturbed, for they did not know what fate had befallen them. They were to become the next meal for the young, a feast that would swell within their insectile bellies causing them to grow into what the nest needed them to be the most. The next generation would become warriors, whom were no strangers to the taste of blood. They would develop a craving for its salty taste, and unquenchable thirst to shed the precious crimson vitae.
Clattering mandibles were the only sound the militia heard before the warrior caste struck. Chitinous bodies clad with the skeletal remains of the humans that had gone missing weeks before, bounded from the shadows. The stench of their pheromones began filling the air as they tore into the disordered ranks of the Thyferran militia. Bones sundered flesh, whilst hardened claws cleaved bone. Sharpened mandibles sunk into the necks of the humans, severing arteries and causing their life’s water to pool about their feet. The Vratix were torn about by alien talons, their death screams were drowned out by the chittering laughter of the blood thirsty members of the kind. Darkness fell to the sound of death, an alien howls resounded through the nest. The warriors returned to the hatcheries with the corpses of the fallen Thyferrans, piling them before the gestation pits and the packs of newly hatched larva. They watched on with a loving glaze shrouding their glossy eyes, as the young feasted upon the dead. The kind watched on as the cycle and song of life continued, one consumed morsel of flesh at a time. There was nothing that could stop them now, the hive would rise from the darkness of their nest and transform this world into a colony. Their race would rise once more to claim what was rightfully theirs, for it was upon the chitinous backs of the Killiks that this universe was created! Glory was to be theirs once more as they stripped this world of its resources and began seeding the other worlds nearby. Soon, they would spread. Soon, they would swarm. And finally, soon, the Kind would usurp the galaxy their long forgotten masters had built, following in the footsteps of the upstart Rakatan. Though unlike their ancient foe, they would refuse to fade into the pages of antiquity...
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Post by Deleted on Nov 3, 2013 13:05:47 GMT -8
It had been nearly two months since the emergence of the Kind from the depths of the planet, and already they have made great leaps towards total planetary dominance. Several of the outlying cities, the colonies of Vratix and several smaller human settlements, had been overrun by the ferocious Killik warriors. Those that were not flenses alive aby the vicious warriors had, either willingly or by force, become joiners. Their minds had melded with that of the swarm and brought forth a greater sense of community into these newly absorbed minds. Everything they had experienced meshed with those of the swarm, creating the most comprehensive database of knowledge ever known to exist outside the Great Jedi Library of Ossus. Alongside their new Killik masters, these joiners began picking up the arms and armour of their old lives only to lift them against the people they considered friends. It was the will of the hive mind to see that those willing or those deemed worthy enough to join with the swarm, sparing their lives in favour of taking their compatriots. Thousands of lives were broken and shattered as the corpses of loved ones were dragged back to the hatcheries underneath the planets crust. More and more warriors emerged at every outing, several were veteran fights already clad in the severed and detached skeletons of the foes they had slain. As the fatality rate rose, so too did the rate of warrior forms that the planetary defenders encountered. Every skirmish turned into a bloodbath and the tension in the air was palpable. The humans and Vratix natives within the walled cities of Xozhixi and Xucphra City began to feel as if they would be better off on another system until the government was able to arrest the relentless advance of the inhuman menace. Thus the spaceports were crowded with panicked families and clusters of natives.
The Killik advance upon Xucphra city began slowly at first, as the swarm began to encircle the walled hive of human and alien life. Clattering mandibles and the thundering feet of running warriors was the only sign that the swarm had come. As the sounds of their advance echoed from within the forest, hundreds of men and woman rushed to the parapets in the hopes they could stall the swarm long enough for the civilians to evacuate. If they had gotten free, Thyferra could be cleansed from orbit and the Killik infestation of the bacta producing world would come to a violent end. Yet in order for that to be the case, these fighting soldiers had to hold the line. Essentially they were given an almost impossible task as they faced off against the most blood thirsty of foes. Blasters of all shapes and sizes were aimed out into the mist shrouded picket of trees, eagerly waiting for the swarm to surge from its depths. As the sounds began to build ever louder, dozens of warrior forms broke through the treeline. The soldiers atop the walls began open firing, unleashing thousands of rounds and ending the lives of any and all killiks that had ran forward from the foliage.
A bestial roar echoed throughout the silent and rain slicked night. The swarm had gathered the strength of their foes response to the vanguard, and the hive mind willed her pawns to swarm the city streets and end the lives of all that stood in the Kind’s path. Thousands of bipedal insects rushed from the trees, sparking a violent reaction from the city defenders. Every shot connected with one of the Killik’s, as no matter how wild the shots were, the sheer numbers made up for the ill trained volleys launched by the degrading defenders. The swarm threw itself at the city walls, disregarding every single one of their fallen comrades. The swarm did not care for those of its number that died, for death was only a part of their cycle of life. Those that had died would be pulled from the battle field once the battle had been won, and fed to the larva thereafter. Their individual memories would be imprinted upon the young and they would grow stronger from such an experience. As the rain slid from their earthly hued carapaces, the Killiks began to climb the walls, slamming edged claws into the metallic surface and wrenching handholds free of the superstructure. Soon the unstoppable swarm would tear into the city, garnering the sweet meats for the young…
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Post by Deleted on Nov 18, 2013 12:00:25 GMT -8
The wall had collapsed and the defenses were breached. The city had fallen in a matter of hours as the swarm had poured through the cratered redoubts, and none that had remained behind lived to see the storm abate. Several shuttles had dusted off the flight deck, though many were intercepted by the jumping warrior forms before they had lifted out of reach. Chitinous claws hammered into the viewports and flensed the very flesh from several of the transports occupants. Fires bloomed as the shuttles had come crashing down into the city below, searing both human and the kind alike in the transports aftermath. Hulking warrior forms, freshly birthed from the hatcheries below the planets crust, stalked the streets of the city bashing down buildings and suckling upon the occupants that lay within. Panic began to set in with those that were left behind, driving them to acts of madness. Some formed into a cult of raving madmen that worshipped the relentless brutality of the kind, praising them for setting their souls free from the oppression of the planetary council. Other began fighting back, doing what they could to end the Killik threat by slashing the very planet with tails of fire. Fuel depots were set ablaze, killing hundreds of the kind’s warriors, ending their lives with flaring detonations that rendered their corpses too contaminated for retrieval and reprocessing. The local indigenous population had changed its tactics in order to adapt to the threat of the kind, and as the new day had dawned the kind began to change theirs.
Freshly birthed from one of the secondary hatcheries, swarms of microscopic insects swarmed from the depths of the earth and coated the city thereafter. These beasts were bred in miniature, evolving a new strain of the kind through a mass induction of infected biomass, in order to fit the needs of the swarm. The thrum of their miniature wings began to resound within the ruined section of the city, echoing terror within the minds of those whom sought to defy the will of the hive mind. Doors were sealed and every ventilation access shaft was filled with whatever people could find. Under the planets crust, where the enemy had begun breeding, the last remnants of this city believed in a salvation that would never come. Through their fear alone they would begin feeding upon one another once the supplies had run dry, giving into the animalistic instincts that could never be manipulated though gene therapy. Yet, there were those that laughed in the face of death. Those brave but foolish warriors did little but shore up their defenses and waited for the enemy to find them. With guns trained upon the doors and ventilation shafts, they stared into the darkness little aware that the darkness had been staring back…* * * My heart felt like it would burst through its cage, either in fear or anticipation, I couldn’t tell. The two had become synonymous with one another in the past few days, forged into a single emotion as the Killik’s had made their return. When they had come, it was like something from a nightmare; personified in their glossy brown carapaces. Terror had filled the city, once sought safe from the world outside the walls. Now we knew the folly of our hubris, perhaps if we survived this chaos and had the chance to rebuild, such flaws would be taken into account so that this tragedy would never be repeated. Thousands of innocent lives were snuffed out in less than an hour after they had broken through the walls, torn apart in a flurry of frenzied claws or eaten alive by clattering mandibles. I survived as my family had never forgotten the horrors of the swarm war, and we had prepared for when the day would finally come. Yet as generation after generation drifted by, our family had begun to loosen our grip upon our rifles and dedicate our lives to more peaceful avenues. Farming and transporting the precious supply of bacta off world and to the galaxy at large. Because of that moment of laxity, my wife and sons had been torn apart before my very eyes. That was when I gave into my anger and despair, hammering it upon the anvil and forging it into a weapon to use against these xenos scum. Hatred became my greatest weapon, but having a handy scattergun at my side didn’t hurt.
My fingers tensed about the handgrip of my weapon as I heard the inhuman cry of anger echo from beyond the door. I wanted them to surge through, to end this worthless waiting and plunge into the heat of battle. I had to keep moving, to keep the fires of hate blazing, lest I fall into the darkness of despair. There was nothing I could do for my family now, save live for another day and ensure that every single one of these alien bastards felt the heat of my rage as I tore into their xenos hides. Our ragtag group of survivors had formed together through many trials and feats of skill, a unit of planetary militia that came from different walks of life, only to be united in a common goal. It was glorious to see how well we humans had bonded in the face of adversity, and just that thought alone had brought a smile to my face. By depending upon my brothers in arms, we would see the new dawn. That was until the sounds of inhuman anger from beyond the door had halted; we began to hope that they had given up and moved on so we would be able to mount a new offensive without having to defend a poorly situated position. That was when old words my father had spoken to me when I was young had come to the forefront of my mind; Hope was but the first step upon the road to disappointment.
The infuriating thrum of insectile wings began to fill the ventilation shafts, mere moments before the newest breed of Killik had swarmed our position. Thousands of microscopic warrior forms had engulfed my body and began prodding my flesh with their needle like noses. Pain resounded throughout my body as I felt them penetrate my clothing and crawl in between my improvised armour plates. I could not describe the feeling better, as it felt like millions of mosquitos had sundered my flesh and began to milk me of my life. One by one these beasts had engorged themselves upon my comrades and me, draining the life from us in agonizing silence. They crawled into every orifice, from my mouth frozen in anguish to in between my eyes and ears. Nothing was sacred to this alien filth, and I died that day knowing that my resistance against the hive mind was futile against the onslaught of the swarm. I died knowing that my family went un-avenged and that my family had been right from the very beginning. The kind had returned, and with their resurgence the galaxy would burn…
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Post by Kaine Australis on Aug 5, 2017 5:19:41 GMT -8
Following the signing of the protectorate treaty with Mandalorian Clan Australis, the locals were put to work integrating the Clan's personnel into their administration. Thyferra's industry and economy, and even their society to a degree was centred around and focused on Bacta production.
Major Ja'ak Australis was currently organizing the Clan's command structure and tying it in with the local militia. His plan to form a Thyferran Defence Corps was coming into reality. Beside him, Tagg and Qluora Australis made the trio quite the sight on the road out of the city.
Tagg was a horned Gotal who wore loose brown robes in liew of his armour on the hot humid planet. Qluora was a Vratix, a local boy, and thus he'd been tapped as Ja'ak's second in command, and lieutenant governor to the planet's Vratix governor, making him the number two being in both hierarchies, able to liase between Australis forces and Thyferran.
Tagg's specialty was economics and logistics. His job was to oversee everything other than production itself, that was left entirely to the Vratix. Tagg was the being that had to get the bacta from the fields to the galaxy's trillions of customers. Everybody wanted Bacta, needed Bacta, and it all came from Thyferra. His job was going to make him very wealthy, even if he didn't skim any profits or embezzle any of the credits; the bonus clauses alone would be enough for him to retire to his own moon.
As the three walked, they discussed security for each of the major Vratix facilities, as well as a schedule of roving patrols to ensure the smaller facilities were not undefended. Qluora contiuously interrupted with points of local interest or information, neither of the other two minded, the information was always pertinent and useful thanks to the hive minded nature of the Vratix.
Both Ja'ak and Tagg were essentially walking along with the hive, discussing their future partnership. It was a suprisingly productive tour, as they inspected both the existing defences, which all three considered woefully inadequate, and the nearby Bacta production and transport facilities, the latter of which they also found inadequate. There was a lot of work to be done here on Thyferra, but soon enough, the Clan and Mandalore would be drowning in credits. Thyferra was a literal gold mine.
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Post by Selena Vizla on Aug 20, 2017 9:11:29 GMT -8
The 20 transports landed, and the troops began to disembark. The leader of these forces stepped off his transport and walked towards Ja'ak Australis. Greetings Major Australis. I am Assoc Vizla, the temporary leader of these forces until my daughter returns. I was told to report to you, and that you were expecting us. We are the forces of Clan Vizla, and we are here to assist you. We have 50 Supercommandos and 500 Elite troops. We are all ready and willing to assist you with anything you may require.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 20, 2017 19:57:37 GMT -8
Jesse studied the terrain around him. Very hot and humid. He loved the heat, but couldn't stand the humidity. The throng of people surrounding him we're all clad in Beskar'gam, so he felt a bit of an outcast, as he apprehensively observed the efficiency of the Mandalorians.
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Post by Kaine Australis on Aug 20, 2017 20:10:27 GMT -8
Major Ja'ak Australis was on hand to meet the new arrivals.
Welcome to Thyferra, vode. Get your men garrisoned in the city. We're still pretty thin on the ground here, so be alert and aware. The locals can be a pain, but they're friends and allies. Try to keep your attentions outward.
Your arrival and your men represent about half our total strength on world. Regular patrols until further notice. We need to secure both the City and our HQ, as well as the bacta production facilities, which are rather spread out.
Even with the new arrivals, the Clan's strength was very light. Building up the size of the garrison would take time. Ja'ak was pleased there were more Mandalorians on world. The Thyferran commander Dural was insufferable. Maybe doubling the size of the Mando contingent would encourage an improvement in his attitude. Ja'ak wasn't laying any bets.
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Post by Selena Vizla on Aug 20, 2017 21:07:14 GMT -8
Assoc paused for a moment, his mind churning out endless possibilities for how to best spread the garrison among these three locations. He spoke after a few seconds. "Well, my troops can protect the bacta production facility, we are more then capable of keeping it secure. I will also keep a squadron of Elite Troopers here, to assist your forces, as we need to keep a heavier defensive contingent to protect our headquarters. Do you agree with this discourse?"
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Post by Kaine Australis on Aug 23, 2017 7:25:57 GMT -8
Ja'ak nodded his assent.
I'll begin redeploying our forces. We'll keep the commandos on roving patrols in the jungles to protect the facilities, as we don't have nearly enough for proper garrisons at every location. My troopers will secure the headquarters and spaceport in Xozhixi City, in cooperation with the locals. Your elites can head to the HQ in Xozhixi City to join up with our garrison. I will join them there shortly.
The HQ was a squat three storey building near the City's spaceport. Outside the city the Australis commandos ranged in four man patrols through the jungle, making sweeps of all the bacta production facilities, making contact with the local Vratix, and keeping a watch for trouble. Spread out as they were, they'd have trouble massing quickly in case of any violence. All patrols were in regular contact with each other and Clan command in the City. The Australis troopers were housed across the avenue from the HQ in a converted warehouse in Xozhixi City.
Still though, there wasn't regular communications between the Australis forces and the Thyferrans. Commander Dural had been stubborn in giving over his command codes. The Mandalorians had procured them weeks ago, but orders from Kaine had prevented their use thus far. The General didn't want any further issues between the Mando'ade and the locals, not all of whom were ecstatic about their new business partners in black and green. Major Ja'ak had relented only because he wanted to see the Thyferran commander try his high and mighty routine with Kaine. There had been much wagering among the troops about how that encounter was going to play out. Current money was on Dural having more sense than to bluster a Mando clan chief, but there'd been decent credits laid on Kaine simply blowing the fool's head off. Ja'ak's fifty credits were among them.
So, Ja'ak resolved to inform the Thyferrans of the changes, as soon as he returned to the Clan's HQ, where the local commander had appointed a liason, who was the go-between. The current system was far from efficient. Already Australis requests for fighter patrol schedules and adjustments had gone unanswered for hours, even days at a time. Ja'ak was beginning to tell himself that Kaine would only demote him if Dural had an accident, things were really that bad. One of the vode had suggested poison, just enough that he'd have to hand off his duties to someone more reasonable for a while. If Kaine didn't come sort the Thyferran out soon, Ja'ak was going to take matters into his own hands. Integrating the commands was inevitable, and petty stalling didn't help either the Thyferrans or Mandalorians.
Ja'ak transmitted updated orders across the Mandalorians' net. The four man patrol schedules went out, and the garrisons began to move to their assigned areas. Overhead two pairs of TiE Interceptors flew a regular patrol route over the jungle. Once he was done, he headed for Xozhixi.
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Post by Assoc Vizla on Sept 29, 2017 9:05:44 GMT -8
Assoc was walking through the forest with his men when suddenly, they leveled their guns at him and killed him, taking out their anger at the House by pounding hundreds of shots into him.
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Post by Despair on Jun 5, 2018 13:00:15 GMT -8
The footsteps barely made a noise as she walked across the forest floor, the leaves too damp in the humid air to crackle underneath her. She wondered what had brought her back here, it felt like a dream when she was last in this forest. Under her mask a smile crossed her lips as a memory of an old woman singing a cautionary tale about this place, no happiness followed the smile, it was simply bittersweet. She had found herself here once, and now she was completely lost, perhaps she hoped that she could go back and start again, if she retraced her steps then she would find the things that she was missing. Reaching out to the branches that had grown to block the path she watched as they shrank back from her reach, the ends twisting and dying as if overcome with disease. She stepped through to a clearing and beyond a great stone temple, or what remained of it. Around the blocks were wrapped huge vines, tearing and pulling the temple into the ground as if the forest wanted to swallow it down and bury it with all its memories.
She dropped to one knee, her gloved fingertips gently touching the ground beside her and she gazed down at the grass, reaching out with her mind she felt the darkness that still infected the stone that the forest life couldn't extinguish and she called for it. Her face rose to stare at the temple, her eyes glazing as they turned from silver to black, the colour spreading like ink around face until it looked like a mask etched onto her skin. The grass around her began to ripple and wither, turning brown then black as if scorched with an unseen fire , tendrils of the black creeping towards the temples walls and the vines shrank back from its touch. She felt the earth scream, the planet itself crying from her touch as the life was drained and fed her with power. She willed the very forest to hear her, to answer her or face destruction at her whim.
I have lost everything, so I returned here, I need someone to guide, to help me find her. Please help me. I cannot live without her.
The air vibrated with her words but, for a moment, fear crept through her veins, she felt the darkness recede from her grip and she felt weak. Closing her eyes, she cursed herself, forcing herself to remember the words she had once been taught here: "Through strength, I gain power". She had not called herself a Sith in many years, but she clung to whatever she could find in herself now.
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Post by Despair on Jul 28, 2018 9:15:38 GMT -8
It was only when the breath suddenly rasped from her lungs did she realise she had been holding her breath, she had no idea how much time had past but as she gasped her connection with the planet slipped. The shadows that had crept and twisted around the trees and withered the leaves slid back, leaving blackened remains where they had touched. She blinked and her eyes returned to their natural colour, and as she looked around she saw she knelt in a dead clearing, only the vines that wrapped the temple walls showed no sign of harm, they were already one with the darkness or they would not have found a home in that forsaken place. She sighed and closed her eyes, no answer to her cry had come, if he still existed he wouldn't come to her call. If her heart still existed it would have broken again.
She pushed herself to her feet and turned, walking back out of the clearing and leaving the dead forest behind. This place would always be full of darkness, but it would not answer her call to it. She realised that her hood had dropped down behind her, revealing her unnaturally black hair, she couldn't even remember when it had turned that colour. Dragging the hood back up, she hid herself from the universe once more, even if she couldn't hide herself from the Force that ran through her body like a cold night. Her mind was already trying to work out where to go next in her hunt, she would find her love and find her heart with it even if she had to tear the very galaxy apart to do so. She needed to get stronger, to find new ways to reach into the Force. "Through power, I gain victory".
Her walking eventually took her back to her ship, the silver hull gleaming in the sun, without giving it barely a thought she reached out with her mind and press the hidden switch to lower the ramp. Inside her droid sat in the pilots seat, waiting to leave at her command. She had a feeling her used to chat more that he did, but her memories wreren't always to be trusted.
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Aug 10, 2018 21:00:53 GMT -8
YT-1300 Corellian freighter appeared in the sky. It descended setting down on a ridge high in the mountainous terrain. A Theta-class T-2c shuttle followed behind and landed Maureen lay still in a bunk, covered by two wool blankets. She muttered quite sporadically but nothing distinct left her lips. Grace sat motionless
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Post by Rhiannon Danu on Aug 10, 2018 21:49:14 GMT -8
The ancient Jedi stepped out of the freighter , looking to her shuttle casually she stood among the crew
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Aug 10, 2018 21:54:36 GMT -8
Grace followed behind Rhiannon and stood beside the woman. Boland toyed away at the dashboard and shut the vessel down. He rose walking back taking a seat by Maureen and watching silently. The massive Hound sat quietly beside her. Without a sound The Raven effortlessly passed through the wall of the ship and landing on the shoulder of Grace
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Aug 10, 2018 23:35:36 GMT -8
Stepping from the beat up Corellian clunker Kierian announced -Kierian- "Ain't this great! Here we are sitting on a barren cliff in some inhospitable rocky no man's land with some Light-sided old bag, our lovely, pardon me once lovely cousin who now has half her face ripped off, some freak football player she dug up out of some industrial garbage bin, a damn weird kid with gnarly powers, that ugly dog the size of a pony....." Looking to the sky -Kierian- "And that damn buzzard that just won't go away." Eyes swinging to Laoch -Kierian- "Then we have you to top it all off...." Eyes growing ripe with confusion -Kierian- "Did I miss anybody?" Laoch just shrugged to which the other man responded -Kierian- "Always count on you for a comeback eh?" Scratching his head the man then sat on a rock -Kierian- "Is sombody going to do something?" Laoch shrugged and bird droppings hit Kierian on the shoulder. He then pulled gis pistol and shot The Raven. Feathers flew in every direction but out of the carnage and smoke The Raven flew anew as he always was and will be forever. Laoch too sat and both men watched the sky with jaws drawn. At long last Kierian asked -Kierian- "Does this get any worse?" The answer came falling from the skies in the form of bird faeces as a second aerial bombardment from the sky hit both men. Whipping bird droppings from themselves the two were silent
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