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| Scar | Jul 5 2009, 05:12 AM Post #1 |
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Soon enough the Dark Scar came out of light speed in orbit around the dark planet of Ziost. Scar looked down upon the planet and could feel the dark side start to fill him with anger and hatred. ”It has been some time since I have been on this planet. I have forgotten how it can feel to be in its presence. Still though, there is nothing like Sedi.” Scar said as he looked down at the planet from his cockpit and the shadow appeared behind him and nodded. ’This planet is strong but it is not alive with the dark side like our home. Nothing can compare to our home, it is the epitome of pure power.” The voice said and Scar nodded in agreement before bringing the ship down from orbit and heading towards the surface. As he made his way down there was a set of coordinates sent to his system and Scar followed them to a nearby landing pad. As his ship started to come down Scar could make out a few different beings around the landing pad and he assumed those were guards sent to watch him and bring him to this temple that they had spoken of before. Scar got up from the cockpit and locked the systems of the ship before going out down the docking ramp and onto the landing pad. He looked around from within the darkness of his robes and waited for whoever it was that was going to greet him on this dreary world. |
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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 5 2009, 05:24 AM Post #2 |
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Of the four beings that greeted the Darksider, as he debarked from his vessel, it was immedietely apparent several things. The first, was two of them gave of a ripple in the Force, the Dark Side flowed through them, and though their movements betrayed them as being of some skill, they seemed to carry little threat to one such as Viro. The next thing that was readily apparent, was numerous others were nearby, including the difficult to read presense of droid....lots of them. It was the third item, that bore the most import. The other two beings, while easily visible to the eye, had no presense whatsoever, in the Force. Their attire conveyed little evidence, save a military uniform, but the movements were hard not to recognize, for anyone who'd encountered the Min before. And they, at least appeared more than competant. And it was one of them that spoke first. "Greetings, Dread Lord. I am Colonel Braskin, chief of security here. I will not ask you to disarm, both out of courtesy, and the fore knowledge that you'd be nearly as lethal, without a saber, as with one. I will ask you not to stray from the path, as we've begone to take additional precautions, to keep our privacy respected, and even the greatest of warriors, is not above the misfortune of chance. If you'll come with us, please, your arrival is eagerly anticipated." He turned, not bothering to wait for a response, and walked side by side with one of the Darksiders, out in front, with the other Darksider, side by side with the other Min trained soldier, behind. Together, they traveled down a path, wide enough for vehicular travel, into the forest, until they came to a small transport, which bore them towards a great and ancient Sith Temple, comepletely untouched by the ravages of time. There, however, Brasking merely waved his hand, towards a long stairway down, to the giant platform that the temple sat on, and it's long stairway up, to giant, open, bronze doors. "The Master awaits your arrival within. An apprentice should be waiting to guide you to him. Welcome to Ziost, Dread Lord. I hope your stay is a productive one." |
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| Scar | Jul 5 2009, 05:41 AM Post #3 |
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Scar studied those that greeted him a few of them were interesting but the others were nothing more than pests. The droids enticed him slightly, he always found droids to be quite fascinating and he wondered if these ones were up to par with his own back on Sedi. The thought made him grin before looking to the one that seemed to be in charge at the moment. He knew whom the three were that he could not sense, he had seen it before and he had found it quite interesting. He had always planned on conducting some experiments on them but had never been able to find a test subject strong enough to survive. He looked to Braskin as he spoke and smirked somewhat at what title he gave him. Dread Lord, for some reason Scar took a liking to it. ”You are knowledgeable, that is good… we do not want to work with fools.” Scar said and the voice laughed slightly. ”Yes… we have dealt with many fools before…” The voice said and Scar smirked. Scar followed after him as they walked down the path and took notice of everything around him. ”Yes, I have seen many fallen to something as trivial as chance.” Scar said following him to the transport. He entered it and watched quietly as he took in his surroundings and remembering everything so that if he needed to escape he could do so. When they finally arrived at the temple Scar looked at it with some curiosity. ”Interesting design… I will have to study it when I have the time.” Scar said to himself and then exited the transport and listened to Braskin. He looked down the pathway and started to head down the pathway but stopped and looked back at Braskin. ”I can tell with these old eyes you are strong… in the near future I may have a proposition for you…” Scar said cryptically before giving a small laugh and walking away towards the temple. |
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| Cul | Jul 5 2009, 06:23 PM Post #4 |
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At the great doors, he was met by a smaller figure, feminine in form, as little as could be detected, from the heavy robes she wore. She gave off very little presense in the Force, almost as if she wasn't there at all. "Welcome to the Temple of the Lost, Dread Lord. The Master has been expecting you." Her voice was soft, and unassuming, as was her posture and movements, as she lead Viro down a series of corridors and down several flights of stairs. "Do not bother to memorize the Temple's layout, Dread Lord. Among it's ancient alchemic enchantments, is it's ability to shift it's walls. You will only find where you are seeking, if it wants you to, and no route to anywhere within, has ever been the same twice." She commented offhand, as the continued their trek through the temple's halls. "They say Three great Sith Lords sacrificed one hundred apprentices each, and one hundred slaves, for each apprentice, to strengthen the enchantments. And, then, according to legend, they were not even permitted entry. Only three people have ever made the doors open." She stopped in front of a great ebony door. "The Master awaits within. I believe he is with another ally, but I am instructed to take you as far as the door, and leave you the option to ask it to open, or return to your ship, as you see fit. I hope you choose to remain with us, Dread Lord. From what I have discovered as to who you once were, I would rather have you with us, than against us." She bowed, then turned, and walked around a corner, that had not been there, when they'd come through, moments before..... |
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| Scar | Jul 13 2009, 04:20 AM Post #5 |
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As Scar came up to the large doors to the temple he stared at the frail figure before him. Scar gave a small grunt as he looked at her and wondered what she was doing here… females were nothing but traitorous beasts waiting to rip out your heart. The way that she seemed to be trying to hide her presence in the force also made him suspicious of her. He knew that they wouldn’t let someone that weak guard the temple… no she was hiding something. ”I bet it has.” Scar said as he watched her carefully. He would not let her out of his sight, if they had hoped that this frail thing would make him put down his guard then they would be sadly mistaken. When she spoke of the temple Scar felt out with the force to feel the temple… it was alive in a way… he could feel it. ”Be watchful and ready…” The voice said and Scar nodded with his arms crossed behind him. Always his eyes were on her, watching her movements and ready to move at the slightest provocation. ”Sacrificial rituals to appease the force… interesting…” Scar muttered to himself as he kept his eyes on her. It was when she stopped he looked away at the large door before them. It seemed to be of some ebony make, strong by itself but strengthened even more by the force. Scar smirked slightly to her comment and shook his head slightly. ”There is no hate greater than my own…” Scar said and looked to the door. ”And I do not ask doors to open… I am a Sar’ki… the force bends to my will… not me to it…” Scar said and the dark voice laughed nodding its head. As she walked away Scar looked to the door and laughed a little. ”Open before me and let me see this alliance that gathers… though I believe it will be… fragile… at best.” Scar said with a smirk. |
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| Cul | Jul 24 2009, 09:31 PM Post #6 |
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The door shifted, a loud sound of rock scraping against rock, as it slowly slid down into the floor. What lay beyond the door hardly resembled what one might have expected from an ancient, powerful, and very mystic, Sith Temple. Rather, it resembled the style of modern command center not seen in the galaxy since before the Black General had crippled it, a hundred years earlier. Computers hummed, technicians and officers, in well styled and groomed uniforms milled about. A galactic display was the centerpiece of the room, holographic, and showing fleets, targets, and other places of interest. It also showed estimated time delays, as without a galactic holonet, news in the galaxy traveled slowly, if at all. However, the delays listed, seemed small, considering the lack of flow of information, in the shattered galaxy. Numerous sets of eyes turned to face the Sar'ki Lord, as the door opened for him, though most quickly and professionally resumed their duties, after a passing glance. But one eye did not turn. Towering at nearly ten feet, the mechanical eye of a robot faced Viro. "You are Lord Sar'ki." It spoke in a grating, monotone voice, as it began to approach. "I am General Vorchas, Supreme Commander of the Imperial Re-Invisionists. While this is the first time we have met, I feel as though I already know you. You see," The droid managed to sound quite proud of itself, as it spoke, closing on the Darksider. "I have been programmed with the tactical and strategic knowledge of over one hundred of histories greatest military minds, yours included. I have also been programmed with the combat knowledge of over a hundred of history's greatest warriors. Again, yours included. Welcome to Ziost, and the Dark Council." |
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| Scar | Aug 1 2009, 06:09 AM Post #7 |
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Scar watched quietly as the massive doors before him opened up into a state of the art command center and he nodded in slight approval. "It appears they are at serious work here." Scar said to himself. "They had better be... or they would not be worth out time..." The voice said out to him and Scar nodded in agreement. Slowly he moved forward looking at all those around him, taking note of every individual and what their jobs might be. Soon enough he came up to what appeared to be some mechanical monstrosity. He listened to what it said and he smirked somewhat at what it said and nodded his head slightly. "What records were put in you about me are quite old now by cold friend. In the time that I have been away I have spent training myself and expanding my capabilities." Scar said to him and smiled slightly. "Since we are going to be allies and because I have a liking for your kind... I will give you some advice that you will want to keep in that intelligence of yours." Scar said and smirked. "A clever fighter is one who not only wins, but excels in winning with ease. If you want to be a clever fighter than you must first put yourself beyond the possibility of defeat, then all you must do is wait for the opportunity to defeat the enemy. The greatest advice I can give you though is... you must impose your will on the enemy and you must never... and I mean never... allow the enemy's will to be imposed on you."[/color[ Scar said to the machine before looking around. As his mind thought about tactics and battle he began to remember the strategies that he had always kept by. 'To fight and conquer in all your battles is not supreme excellence... supreme excellence consists in breaking the enemy's resistance without fighting.' Scar thought thinking to his first rule of war. 'One..Hold out baits to the enemy, feign disorder and crush him... Two... If he is secure at all points be prepared for him... Three... If he is in superior strength, evade him... Four... If your opponent is of choleric temper seek to irritate him, pretend to be weak so that he may grow arrogant... Five... If he is taking his ease give him no rest... Six... If his forces are united, seperate them... and most importantly... Seven... Attack him where he is unprepared, appear where you are unexpected...' Scar thought back to the lessons he had learned from the Sar'ki Warmasters on their holocrons and he began to laugh quietly to himself. "Once more the galaxy shall see the brilliance of the Sar'ki... numbers won't even matter... whoever has us on their side shall be the victor without question." The voice said out and Scar laughed in agreement. |
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