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Post by Whill Shaman Erevis on Apr 9, 2013 11:17:51 GMT -8
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Darth Belial
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"The difference between gods and daemons largely depends upon where one is standing at the time."
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Post by Darth Belial on Mar 13, 2014 17:59:17 GMT -8
Wayland, a world long forgotten by time and space – forever cursed to bear the scars of the Yuuzhan Vong invasion and the delicious taint of darkness brought on by the Emperor Palpatine. It was a terrestrial sphere covered in dense thickets of jungle and drowned under the shimmering seas of sapphire water, a very paragon of the primordial creator’s architectural design. However like all things bound to the immortal and unwritten rule of existence, there was always an antithetical element to what was seen before you. As the planet wistfully spun upon its axis, the light of the nearby star illuminated the wounds inflicted upon the planet’s surface. The crust of the world was torn asunder and pockmarked by holes that could house capital ships; several places spouted liquid towers of magma as the system slowly sought to lick shut her wounds. It was above this world that the skein of reality would be cleaved in twain, spitting forth a single void capable shuttle in a flicker of pseudomotion. The craft was bound together by a metallic skin in the hue of obsidian, with no exterior markings to differentiate itself from the ocean of stars the vessel sailed.
Within the bounds of the Svelte-class Imperial Shuttle, sat a hulking behemoth of flesh and bone. His skin was swathed in a glistening coat of sweat, a direct result of the Sith Lord learning the limits of his corporeal form. Disgusted with how lax he had been during his internment beneath the broken crust of Arkania, Belial made the mental note of continuing on with his physical training after his business here had concluded. Varro’s former body had been well trained in the arts of the Jedi and Sith, so the movements were already ingrained within the man’s chiselled features. However having his conscious mind relearn what had come so easily to the soul that was once housed within this enormous frame, would be a tremendous task that would not be completed overnight. Unperturbed by the awkward gait, the Epicanthix roused himself from the frigid deck and moved towards the cockpit, ducking his head under the durasteel trusses. The glittering scale of infected dragon scales danced about in the dimly lit compartment as the towering male shuffled into the presence of the pilot’s station.
When the doors had parted for the Sith, his crimson eyes instantly fell upon the moulding corpses strewn about the toothed decking. They were all clad in torn uniforms bearing the insignia of some insignificant governmental body found about the frozen world of Arkania. Their crimson vitae had stained everything in sight, coating much of the cockpit in the fetid scent of death. They had died for refuting his demands, and Belial felt no pity for the ailing mortals. Death had been hovering close to their hearts; the Sith Lord had merely expedited the process with his own bare hands. Seemingly unaware such violence had taken place in the compartment around him, a pilot droid sat immobile in captain’s seat – its amber optics staring out into the void arrayed before him. Belial smirked slightly as his reddened eyes gazed at the wounded world, wondering why the dreams had beckoned him to obey. Was there something stationed upon the broken surface of this world that would further his goals?
From above the planet the Sith would never find the answer he desired – thus he would have to descend into the steaming mists of Wayland to discover the secrets whispered within his subconscious. Watching the pilot droid ignite the vessel’s Ion engines, Belial felt the drastic change in motion as the craft was propelled forwards upon tails of smouldering light. Bracing himself for the rattling entry into the shattered world’s atmosphere, his lips curled oh so wide. This was where the fun truly began…
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Post by Deleted on Jun 20, 2014 15:30:17 GMT -8
The Infiltrator Slipshank exited the swirling depths of hyperspace over the lush world of Wayland. The blue-skinned Twi'lek sitting at the controls deftly maneuvered the craft so it would be ready to proceed to the capital New Nystao. The twi-lek rose from her seat and made her way over to the lift. She took the lift down to the main level and peered into the second cabin that had been converted to a permanent holding cell. Four Noghri Death Commandos were slumped in a pile on the floor. Still alive, but only just.
In truth, Shaylina was furious. It was insulting that whoever had sent these assassins after her, had send Noghri Death Commandos. Surely her abilities were worthy of at least warranting a second-rate Jedi or another Sith assassin. While extremely well skilled, Noghri Commandos just weren't on par with her skills. But she had managed to crack them and pulled a location out of them. Which is why she was here. Ensuring that her captives hadn't expired upon the journey to Wayland, Shaylina made her way back up to the ship's cockpit. She hailed the planet on an open frequency.
This is the Slipshank requesting permission to land. Make it quick as I am not in a good mood as it is.
She left the link open, waiting for a response.
Now there was two ways she could go about this. Either get permission and land without starting an issue, or slip down undetected and raise some hell. Clearly whomever it was that sent the Commandos after her had no idea who they were dealing with. Which indicated it was either a very sloppy Sith, or more likely it was some poor bounty hunter or mercenary that she had crossed looking for some payback.
She decided to wait for a few more minutes, out of curiosity more than anything, to see if she'd get a response from the planet below.
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Darth Belial
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Post by Darth Belial on Jun 23, 2014 11:00:19 GMT -8
Upon the worlds sequestered with the Core region of the galaxy, their communications network would be a buzz with the various requests of departure and arrivals. That level of transmission traffic slowly began to degrade the further away from the bright and shining capitals of Human civilization, leaving the Rim worlds relatively dark in comparison. Such a fact was personified within the galactic gulf surrounding the world of Wayland, as when the Assassin had hailed the scarred system, below nothing had answered. The silence of space and the hissing static of connection were the only two sounds she would hear through the opened transmission.
That was, until another voice had deigned to speak.
:: You have been invited to this World by the Master, Lady Lussuria, thus permission has already been granted. Land within the spaceport of the Noghri settlement of New Nystao, and proceed therein towards the Grand Duhka, or Great Clan Hall. Our Master eagerly awaits your arrival; it would not be wise to make him wait. ::
The tone of voice was utterly calm and collected, a rare trait upon the primitive world cycling below the Infiltrator, thus alluding to the assumption of a greater intelligence behind the disembodied voice. Whomever this voice belonged to, was most definitely a man, as the pitch was deep and sonorous. Each word that spilled forth onto the vessel was warm and pleasantly alluring, despite the subtly veiled threat laced upon his final words. Despite the attractive qualities made apparent by the transmission, a thinly disguised variance could be noted by those attentive enough to care about the little things. The voice seemed slightly distorted, as if the was composedly speaking through the tank of vitrified water.
Should she remark upon the sound of twisted nature of such articulation, she would receive no response; as the receiving end of the broadband transmission violently severed itself from the orbiting vessel. If she desired answers, more so than the paltry ones she had already obtained, they would be found in the location this voice had cited.
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Darth Malvus
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Post by Darth Malvus on Aug 7, 2014 17:42:04 GMT -8
From the depths of space, the presence of a Helot-class Medium Transport enters the openness of the void that surrounded every planet. Unlike its usual stops, this vessel had come to a rather out of the ordinary location. The vessel's engines began to power down after the jump from hyperspace. Upon the viewport, the pilot gazed at the lush planet of Wayland.
Wayland, a planet submersed in Imperial history. The site of the Mount Tantiss and an Imperial Research Station. It was inhabited by native species known as the Psadans and Myneyrshi. It was an interesting choice for the location of an Order that contacted the Sith pilot via Noghri emissaries. The Noghri were excellent in stealth and hand-to-hand combat, making them ideal assassins or secret agents for a shadowy Order. Valstrol calmly looks down at the coordinates given to him by the Noghri. His finger reaches up and keys for the coordinates to be deleted from the archives.
The Noghri spoke of their Master, this Darth Belial, and the organization known as the One Sith. The emissaries spoke of their Master's attitude and interest in Valstrol's abilities as a sorcerer, researcher and scientist. It appears this One Sith had the ability to find out a little of the Sith Lord's experiments and his past training with the Sorcerers of Tund. Whatever the reason, the One Sith seemed to desire a meeting with Valstrol. At least it was better than sitting around on some other planet doing nothing, so the Sith accepted the invitation.
He pulls out another set of coordinates and keys them into the console causing the ship to adjust its trajectory to where the coordinates were keyed. The Sith grabs hold of the controls and pilots the transport's descent towards the planet of Wayland. Whatever the reason, Valstrol was intrigued with this One Sith Order. Perhaps they were exactly the organization he sought to join and gain an even deeper understanding of the Dark Side.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 12, 2014 18:20:42 GMT -8
Krokh stood aboard the bridge of the HMAS Australia as the elongated smears of light retracted back into their more spherous state as the ship exited hyperspace at long last at their destination of Wayland. It had been quite a bit of an adventure in itself just to get here, with the Death Commando ordering them along a number of different hyperspace routes to confuse and lose any possible pursuers that may have been following them. The Death Commando then took his leave and made his way to the hangar bay, before their ship departed the Lucrhulk, either down towards the planet, or off on it's next mission. Krokh had already been informed of where to go to find the Death Commando's Master, so all that was left was to find Krae and head down planetside to meet with this man. With that in mind, he made his way off the bridge and begun his search for Krae, so he could give the Devaronian the good news. He would walk into what ever room that Krae had been in, more like as not doing something to keep himself entertained
=Krokh DuhnDe=
Come on mate, we've finally arrived. You ready to head on down?
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Darth Flvin
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Post by Darth Flvin on Sept 10, 2014 17:43:42 GMT -8
The Black Sith Infiltrator exited hyperspace, slowly drifting towards the planet below. The once Ronove Knight sat quietly, observing the space around him. His fingers lay at rest, as he admired the planet. Wayland, a planet once used by the Imperials. It was a difficult terrain, lush forests and evergreen trees covered the landscape. As the Scimitar got closer, the view became ever so clearer. A feeling began to arise, a powerful being lay on the planetside below. It mush have been what the Noghri commando's were talking about, their leader. Shun Flvin inputted the coordinates into the system, and placed the scimitar on auto-pilot. The navigation computer beeped, and began it's programmed descent towards the planet.
It wouldn't be long until Shun would see Darth Belial with his own eyes, the true Dark Lord of the Sith. If things turned out the way he wanted it to be, The One Sith would be an ideal place for his skills. A way to harness his abilities, and make himself into a better Sith Lord. He'd finally be able to find his One True Home.
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Darth Flvin
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Post by Darth Flvin on Oct 1, 2014 12:46:16 GMT -8
A Sith Infiltrator slowly ascends from the planet's atmosphere, distancing itself from the planet. It's engines flare up for a moment, before vanishing in the blink of an eye.
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