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| Scar | Jun 18 2009, 07:36 PM Post #1 |
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All that could be heard in the drifting ship was a low breathing, somebody who seemed to be barely alive. The tattered and decrepit robes that covered the figure hid the burning rage that resided within. "Once, I stood with a trusted few.... Once, I stood with a loyal army." The dark figure said into the darkness as silver eyes could be seen hidden in the darkness that was created by the hood. 'And twice you were betrayed.' A voice called back to the figure and the silver eyes shown with a slight red. "I swore I wouldn't harm her..." The figure said out to the darkness once more. 'And she gave you the most grievous wound of all.' The voice called back and the figure let out a deep breathe as if trying to control his anger. "They were by friends...my allies..." The figure said peering into the darkness. 'They were traitors... your enemies... using you for your power... using the Sar'ki...' The voice said to him in anger and the figure stood up with his hands clenched. "They betrayed me... they all did... they shall all feel my vengeance... their kin and the rest of this forsaken galaxy..." The figure said as his eyes glowed a deep red. 'Yes... complete your task... let them all feel the wrath of the Sar'ki...' The voice said and the cloak on the figure fell revealing a face twisted by anger. It was the face of Viro Sar'ki or more widely known as Muruader. He walked into the training bay of his ship and two droids were waiting for him. Both droids ignited lightsabers but Viro kept only his bare fists out as he watched the two droids. They charged forward at him and both of them swung down on him at the same time. Viro raised both hands concentrating the force around his hands and grasped both of the lightsabers. Using the force to protect his hands he pushed the lightsabers aside and threw a single punch into the frame of the droid on his right. When his fist landed he let the force around his hand explode outwards sending a shock wave that blew the droid apart. Before the second droid even had time to recover Viro had moved and stabbed both of his hands into the chest of the droid. He lifted the droid up into the air and ripped it in half before smashing it into the ground and stomping its head in with his boot. Viro stood there breathing heavily as even that barely put a dent in the energy that he needed to release. He walked out to the cockpit of his ship. Viro looked out the window of his cockpit and could feel the anger writhing inside of him. It was almost unbearable... all that hatred... all that energy... he couldn't hold it back anymore. It was like trying to keep a thousand stars in the palm of your hand. With deeper breathing Viro finally clenched his fists and raised his head into the air as he let out a horrible roar. All the energy that he had been holding in was released in one horrible roar that shook his ship and sent out an echo in the force that would surely travel far and wide. To those that heard it... it would be a warning... the trumpet sounding the return of an evil... an evil long thought dead... and this time he would not stop... he would destroy everything in his way... or die trying. |
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"It does not matter what state the galaxy is in..." "...I will destroy it..." "It does not matter who stands against him..." "...I will destroy them..." "Cut him a thousand times..." "...I will still be at your throat..." | |
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| Cul | Jun 26 2009, 11:48 PM Post #2 |
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Far from Viro's ship, hidden deep within the ruins of the Temple of the Lost, a figure raised it's cloaked head, as the two mind occupying it's body conversed. They had indeed heard the great echoe in the Force, and both recognized it for what it was. Slowly, they gathered their power around themselves, seeking out the source, and sending their unified mind adrift in the Force, they proceeded to the drifting vessel, and it's lone dark inhabitant..... *************************************************************** Shadows gathered in the room, pulling from it's corners, and drawing slowly, like a dark mist, to the room's center. The taint of the Dark Side was unmistakable, as the shadows slowly took a non-corporeal form. Dark red eyes, or orbs of energy where the eyes should have been, gazed impassively at the ancient Lord of the Sar'ki. The face was one Viro would know well, Culwyn Graves, Grand Mashall of the Dark Legion, both ally and foe, in times past, but permeating the projected image of the Dark Sider, was a second aura, and one Viro would know, even better. The Dark presense of Thomas Darque himself, smiling, his ebony eyes only visible to one powerful in the Dark Side. As the projection spoke, it did so with two voices, laced on top of each other, almost creating an echoe effect. "We bid you greeting, Lord Sar'ki. Your return has been much anticipated. And your timing is impeccable, as things have begun to move at a more rapid pace, once again. Our time is coming, our time is rising. The foolish measure taken by Hadrius Cul, so long ago, have left the galaxy ripe for all of our vengeance. Welcome back, Lord Muruader...." |
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| Scar | Jun 28 2009, 03:07 AM Post #3 |
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Scar breathed heavily as he looked out the window of his cockpit but then started to regain control of himself as he started to feel a presence approaching. He checked his ship's radar and it showed that there was no ship approaching. He speculated that whoever was coming was doing so through the force and so Scar stood waiting untill finally he saw the dark presence start to manifest itself. "They heard the warning..." The voice said out to Scar and he nodded with his everpresent grin on his face. He watched as the dark presence started to take ship and Scar let out a small laugh as he realized who it was. It had been so long since he had last seen both of these beings... at the moment they were both considered enemies though they... or it could not do anything to him in it's present state. "You are mistaken... there is no Muruader..." Scar said. "We are the last..." the dark voice said following after Scar. "I am no lord... I am nothing... I am but a scar... and I will scar this galaxy like it scarred me..." Scar said as he watched the dark figure. "It does not matter what state the galaxy is in..." The dark voice said. "...I will destroy it..." Scar said following the dark voice. "It does not matter who stands against him..." The dark voice said. "...I will destroy them..." Scar said following the dark voice. "Cut him a thousand times..." The dark voice said. "...I will still be at your throat..." Scar said following the dark voice. The voice that commanded Scar started to give a twisted laugh and there seemed to be a shadow behind Scar... grinning with crazed eyes. |
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"It does not matter what state the galaxy is in..." "...I will destroy it..." "It does not matter who stands against him..." "...I will destroy them..." "Cut him a thousand times..." "...I will still be at your throat..." | |
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| Cul | Jun 29 2009, 09:30 PM Post #4 |
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The gaze of the unified being looked at the man before it's form, as well as the shadow that lingered behind him. From Graves, ripples of curiousity could be felt through the Force, as his unmatched ability to see things as the Force saw them, pierced the veil of the shadowy figure. But from the aspect of Darque, ripples of undisguised contempt lanced out through the Force. In their current spectral form, the two beings were far more independant of each other, nearly two seperate beings, and it was the aspect of Thomas Darque that spoke first. "You are Viro Sar'ki. Last of a once mighty line. But you allowed yourself weakness. Love? A foolish notion for beings such as us. When they broke your body, you allowed them to make you a machine, and therefore limited. You let them chain you, break and twist you. Once, you were Darth Muruader, and even the likes of myself, and Lionheart, had to give pause, before confronting you. Are you once again, a puppet? What chains does your new keeper have you held in?" The contempt in the raspy voice was eveident, and the portion of the image that was Darque sneered at his one time ally and rival. Graves spoke next, seperate, from his joined being, as Darque had done. Graves, however, did not speak with contempt, even being a near match for Darque's power in life, the aging Dark Sider was never one to alienate a potential ally. "Even now, forces in the galaxy move to create an alliance. One that if solidified, unsupervised, will oppose both your goals, and ours. And no matter your power, alone, you will fail. However, we have an agent close to this alliance, who will help direct them, as we see fit. See the galaxy burn? What should that accomplish? Ash is ash, Viro, and it tastes as bitter as the rest of your failures. But control? The power that comes with control, is something far better. Gain your vengeance, by taking what has forever been denied you.....all of it. Come to Ziost, and see how busy we have been, in the silence of the shattered night." |
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| Scar | Jul 2 2009, 08:53 AM Post #5 |
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As Graves peered into the visage of the shadow it seemed that there wasn't a complete physical being... more of an echo... an echo that seemed to originate from Scar himself. The eyes of the shadow seemed to stare right back at him as if knowing yet not caring. It was when this shadow felt the energy given off by Darque that it's face went from amused to annoyed. Scar though showed no such expressions, he only stared blankly at the figure as Darque spoke. Once Darque was finished Scar only let out a quiet laugh before finally speaking up. "I know that I was a fool to many such weaknesses but from each failure I rose up and became even greater. With all those weaknesses I am still here, with all those failures I still exist." Scar said as he looked down at his hands before looking back to the figure. "A puppet... no... I am a weapon... and I gratefully serve the Sar'ki in any way I can. He holds me in no chains but enlightens me with his voice." Scar said and the shadow behind him seemed to smirk listening to him. Scar was going to continue but stopped when he heard Graves begin to speak, he wanted to hear what he had to say... it could be interesting. Scar was going to speak up untill he heard the end of what Graves had to say. 'Have it all... could I finally... could I take it all... could they possibly offer me this...' Scar thought to himself and suddenly the shadow behind him seemed to have a worried face to it. It raised its hand and seemed to touch Scar's head and suddenly Scar's eyes seemed to glow a slight red before returning to normal. 'No... it would be wrong to make a decision without talking to him...' Scar thought before shaking his head slightly and closing his eyes. "They offer something that we might want to consider." Scar said out to the voice and soon enough the shadow nodded and spoke. "Indeed, I will think on this... we may just take a visit to Ziost to see if you can really offer what you imply...' The shadow said and Scar nodded looking at the dark figure in front of him. |
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"It does not matter what state the galaxy is in..." "...I will destroy it..." "It does not matter who stands against him..." "...I will destroy them..." "Cut him a thousand times..." "...I will still be at your throat..." | |
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| Cul | Jul 4 2009, 09:56 PM Post #6 |
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The partially merged projection smiled as one, though their reasons were somewhat different, just as their tactics had been. Darque, as ever, was magnificent and terrible, for the vast power he maintained, even beyond his second death. But as always, the arrogance of a man who'd never been satisfied with the near divine powers he'd achieved, shone through. Graves, however, as he'd ever been, was a long term thinker. His unique sight in the Force, made it hard for him to underestimate any foe, and his relatively unassuming posture, for as powerful a Dark Sider as he'd become, made it easy for many to fatally underestimate him. And so, it was the aspect of Graves, that spoke, before Darque could irritate Viro, and his shadow, any more than he already had. "Make no mistake, Lord Sar'ki, our road will not be easy. Already, the spawn of Cul moves his own pieces on the board, and other beings have put forth great effort into making his path difficult to read, even for myself. He creates a shadow in all futures. But he has already gathered the descendants of Mannanan, and Zann Riegal, to his side, as well as others, whom hold great destiny, or great doom. But my agent has voice among the alliance that is building, and we have an army in the making, ready to catalyze events in our favor. Very soon, the one star banner of the Black General will be seen again, and we will command both that army, and the alliance that will rise to defeat it, and restore order to the galaxy. Come to Ziost, the Temple of the Lost awaits." And with those words, the phantom image dissipated into shadow once more, and the spectral presense of both Dark Siders, with it.... |
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| Scar | Jul 5 2009, 02:44 AM Post #7 |
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With quiet interest Scar kept watch over the dark figure as it listened to the plan that it put forth. Zann Rieggel, he remembered him... a strange one he was... twisted and turned through history. Still he was gone and Scar still stood as defiant as ever which brought a small smile to his face that quickly faded away. He ran the plan through his head and started to smirk slightly. ’It seems that the galaxy repeats itself once more… this plan has the stench of Sidious about it….’ Scar thought remembering back to the past about how the Empire had been born. It was a devious plan that could possibly work if he could keep control over this alliance… if somebody found out about this mouth… it could be ruined and work against it. Scar just shook his head over the thought and listened to what the Voice had to say. ”Scar… this plan could just well work… and it would be foolish for us to not agree. We must go and see if they are capable of what they say… if they are then we must accept their offer of alliance.’ The voice said and Scar nodded slightly before talking. ”Yes, but this alliance would be… fragile at best.” Scar said and the shadow nodded. ’True, but this would give us the advantage we need to finally accomplish what even the Sar’ki together could not do… in the near future… a Sar’ki just might rule the galaxy…’ ”No… we will rule the galaxy… no matter what… we must follow this call to arms… this is our time to fight… no more compromising… and my blackened heart with finally see what it has ached for… no longer will my satisfaction be denied… we are no longer dead and gone…” Scar said feeling energy surge through him and the shadow nodded before dissipating. Scar moved over to the controls of the ship and entered the coordinates for Ziost and the ship shot off towards its destination. |
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"It does not matter what state the galaxy is in..." "...I will destroy it..." "It does not matter who stands against him..." "...I will destroy them..." "Cut him a thousand times..." "...I will still be at your throat..." | |
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