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  1. Every Wrong is Right

    Rawness gripped the Sith Lord's throat as he struggled to pull himself from the machine. Wires, tubes, and other items of experimentation coiled around his being and marked his flesh. Memories flooded back in an instant, hands finding no purchase as he tried to pull himself from the durasteel coffin that surrounded him. How long had he been gone, and how long had he been replaced? Fresh flesh had covered his muscles and bones, the youth having had returned to him - but at what cost? His children and Darth Sanguira, the four things he had cared for in his entire life had accepted this new mockery of him, and there was nothing he could have done besides watch. Watch as the clone had replaced him and formed alliances with the Jedi - in hopes of allowing the Sith to survive, wearing his title in hopes of commanding and misguiding them. Rage boiled within as the Force ebbed and flowed around him, the structure cracking and releasing air as struggled against the pressure within. Fury and rage boiled within Atrox, the mockery Evastus placed on his body and name only caused more energies to form. Ripping the durasteel coffin apart, the Sith Lord fell from the chamber onto the floor, his hand seizing the tubes that caused his throat to go raw and tearing them out as bile spewed forth from his lips, needles being torn from his flesh as his sulfuric eyes focused around him - drawing in the surroundings before letting out a howl of rage, cracking the stonework and durasteel beneath him as he pushed himself up. Ripping wires embedded through his flesh out as blood ran from his being, Atrox staggered back and gripped his coffin as the memories continued to plague him. His search for rejuvenation led him to the prison planet, but the true man found his solution on Dromund Kaas. Emerging from his cacophony of memories flooding his mind, the Sith could feel nothing left within him - no spirits, no phantoms, but only the dark side in it's purest form. The solution to his ailing health came with heeding the dark within, and not without, and as the long hair of the male dripped down around his feet, he could feel his physical senses return. No longer was his body relying on the Force to survive and to sense, instead he could feel the pain that came from the rawness in his throat, the ragged breaths that escaped his lungs and the wounds where the tubes and wires had been ripped out. There is no peace. Emerging from the ruins, dressed in a ragged robe and simple clothing underneath, Atrox did not appear regal, in fact, he appeared as he had once before - when the dark side beckoned him. Marked with the same scars as before, the stubble thick and bristly, while wet hair clung to his face. The battle that had raged years prior still marked Kaas, reminding the man of his own sacrifices and the sacrifice of the Sith Empire, their defeat and seclusion sitting on his mind as he felt a cold air cross over him. It wasn't the touch of death, it wasn't the spirits, it was a simple cold breeze that ran through him like a sword. Descending down steps towards the central courtyard where weapons laid, the man did not move to pick them up - his body shifting back and forth as his feet thudded against the cold stone. There was no danger, there was nothingness - the cold void that was Dromund Kaas. Thunder cracked in the distance as lightning pierced the sky, yet the man still did not turn his attention away from something that had caught his eye. Helmets of Republic troopers, charred robes of Sith, bones that had been picked clean by the carrion, and the endless battle scarred path guided him forward. Sulfuric pupils shifted from the thing that had caught his eye, shifting towards one of the nearby temples - the place of death and rebirth, the place he had been told of and had ignored. Instead of heading in the temple's direction, Atrox continued forward as foliage surrounded him. Time had faded, and was replaced by brief images and terrain that flooded through the man's senses - past, future, present, they flashed and appeared, but the man shuffled forward towards the thing that caught his eye. What had caught his eye, he did not even know. The warm embrace of his lover running against him only gave him the briefest pause, though the sensation turned to nothingness as he realized it wasn't him who she had embraced - it was his mockery, the Force taunting the man as the bottoms of his feet were torn apart. Peace had weakened him, had made him susceptible to the ideas of love, to the ideas of a family and dynasty - there was no peace, and no rest for the wicked. These chains were meant to be broken. Hours passed as the man walked and walked, his lips cracking and bleeding excessively as his ragged breath sounded out through his lips. A stone formation took form on the horizon as his feet soon fell into muck and water, the swamp finally welcoming him into the cold embrace of water and the stench of decay and filth, Moving forward, step by step, sloshing through the muck and water as his body attempted to give out, the Sith drew on his own reserves to push forward and to dull the pains he felt. Sunken eyes glanced down as he caught the reflection of himself in the murky water, an image of a paragon of the Republic - Jedi Master Kure Sideralis, one of many paths shown previously to the male, looked back with a grin. He could have been a savior, could have been something more than the fallen Sith Lord that shambled like a creature of the dark side. Too many what ifs, and too many failures, sat on the man's mind as he continued to move forward. He had his goal in mind, his eyes flashing red as he pushed through the miasma of his defeat. The robes that had been tightly clung around his being fell back into the murky waters as the man shed the layer, the robe floating down underneath the water and never rising again. Discarding weakness, the man let his hands fall down to his sides as the water got deeper, his fingers grazing the surface as the giant continued to walk. Where the water flowed, Atrox moved against it, replicating what he had done with the Force when it tried to guide him - when it offered him a simple solution, offered him the light. Just as the water rose and his body submerged, the Force beckoned to him to repel it from drowning him, his body reacting on it's own as he went through his own stupor. Death wouldn't come for the Sith, not while his spirit burned with the hatred. The Force will free me. Falling to his knees before the altar, Atrox blinked a few times before looking up - confusion crossing his features as he reached out a hand and placed it upon the warm stone before him. The shrine's walls were damaged and covered in vegetation that grew unnaturally and through the dark side of the Force. He had been there a few times before, originally when he was creating his first lightsaber and then previously while meditating on understanding the dark side. It had been somewhere he had been led to by another Sith Master while under the tutelage of Darth Avaris, then again while serving as the Emperor's Wrath - his life had been tied to the shrine, knitted to it by the ebb and flow of the Force. Shifting his weight as he stood to his full height, his body twitching irregularly as he drew on the Force, he placed his hand to the altar and caused vibrations of dark side energy to run through it, the man's sunken eyes shifting as he drew on the Force once more before it cracked open and splintered, stones embedding into the Sith's flesh before he threw both his hands to the side to clear away the rubble. Within it sat robes and a mask, tattered and damaged, but ones he had left to revere the dark side - a sacrifice to beckon it's power to him, to kill his past. Stupidity and wishful thinking summarized such a sacrifice, his hand reaching down to recover the tome that had been wrapped in the cloth of his old robes, retrieving the lightsaber that had also been wrapped up before setting both down onto the ground. Stripping away clothing, the man discarded his wet garments before placing on the old attire, trading the new for old - an irony that never escaped Atrox - the man slid his fingers along the mask and exhaled. His first mask, the one that he had worn back on Balmorra during his time as a Sith Apprentice, the thing that tied him to the Empire of Old, and the thing he would use to mask himself from the world. Slipping the mask over his face as he exhaled, he felt the cold durasteel press against his flesh before slipping the strap over his head, throwing his hood up. "The Sith will return through me, no longer am I bound by falsehoods and shafted ideals like this.. Evastus," speaking to himself as he scanned the shrine, his senses shifting to the Force as he reached out to finally grasp the life essence of a creature, drawing on the dark side to link it to him, the tukata's body slumping out of the shadows as it looked up towards the Sith Lord, "The shadows are my ally, and through them I will reclaim what is rightfully mine." Twisting his hand, Atrox snapped the beasts neck with the Force before turning on his heel and heading towards the ruins of Kaas City - if it could even be recognized as anything but obliterated duracrete and durasteel.
  2. Painfully in a state of zero muse, but back here to provide assistance where necessary. Apologies for disappearing, life became overwhelming and stuff. Will try my best to make stuff work.

  3. Between getting the crap kicked out of me by my immune system failing, then getting extremely sick I've been pretty unavailable for a lot of things. Hope to recover soon to get back on track.

    1. Darth Verrin

      Darth Verrin

      hope you feel better soon!


      *cough*  I mean... Soon, the new Empire will be mine!  Mwah hah hah ha haaaaa!!!

  4. The Arrival

    The Sith'ari walked the halls of the High Tower with the his cloak draped lazily beneath his pauldrons and over his left arm. Garbed in a much more extravagant outfit than his typical armor and layered robes, black cloth embroidered with golden stitching sat over his large frame, the pieces of armor emblazoned with the same gold detail, taking the appearance of someone of noble heritage - much like he was, and such vanity was a curse for those that could indulge in such things. Stress from pushing his body with the dark side of the Force and the radiation he had absorbed prior had greyed his hair, though he did not appear as weak as he once was as he held himself with the same grace as before. No longer was the scar on his forehead as prominent, though the jagged appearance still appeared on his paled flesh. Even after two months of setting up the planet and dividing the populace, many had struggled to come to terms with their new circumstance, not even the one that had offered the Sith's hand in the coalition. While many had been settled, there was still much work to do with the uprising of the settlements and a Cult of Sith outcasts, one led by a Sith who deemed himself Darth Ravus. While this was something that was below the Sith'ari, it still piqued his interest that other Sith could have survived and segregated into their own Orders with their own twisted beliefs, but it just meant the Sith Order had to force it's hand to capture and recruit those who fought against his rule. Approaching the entrance to the archives, the man opened himself to the Force and let it flow through his being. The structure he walked through was nothing like he had ever witnessed before, besides something of significantly smaller scale, but the wonders of it were still unknown to all. The untapped power that laid beneath and within the halls of the High Tower was something that intrigued the man, but also frightened him in some form, but that was what Verrin and the Jedi, one he had met briefly many years prior, were to uncover. While he knew the Jedi Order would be opposed to the idea of utilziing the technology and other aspects discovered for the war, they would seek ways to assist those trying to survive - and that fit the bill in the short term. Descending the stairs as he utilized the Force to act as his guide towards Verrin, one of the two men the Sith'ari had planned on meeting at least within the year in a much less strict environment than a council meeting. The other was C'erian Eidolon, the esteemed Jedi Grandmaster that was somehow silenced by the mongrel of the Jedi, their Speaker, something that still confused the man - but questions and answers would come in time, they always did. The archives' were large enough to fit the entire former Sith database and more within it, though Verrin had successfully shrunken down most of the information stored when they had to retreat to Dathomir - and thankfully, new information could be gathered and stored once more without the threat of being attacked by every single entity within the galaxy. Approaching the offices as his footsteps could be heard, the Sith'ari bowed his head in the direction of the older male as he caught the last bit of what he had said - the mention of alcohol bringing a slight grin upon the younger male's lips. Alcohol had it's placed, and rightfully so, they would probably need more than what Corellia and Alderaan could export out to them while dealing with the Jedi. "Lord Verrin," addressing the Sith Lord in a calm and collected manner, the Sith'ari bowed his head in his direction before stopping a few paces away, "I assure you that at most the Jedi you speak with will probably question their own beliefs before causing you to drink excessively. Few of us hold the quality you often display, the undying understanding that philosophy of the Force outweighs both the light and dark entirely.. in addition to the way to make yourself smaller than who you actually are, always providing audiences for those that are far beneath you - I'm slightly envious of the latter." He had chosen Verrin as his equal on the based on his experience and what the man could do to assist the coalition was more than just being a teacher or a warrior. Verrin had been known for getting his hands dirty, in combat and in discovery, and with his new position alongside the other Jedi Archivist, it would be up to him to deal with the artifacts personally. While the Sith had been plenty before, many former Councillors had disappeared and Spheres had to be shrunk accordingly, and thankfully Verrin's Sphere of Influence had mostly stayed the same - he had to fill the shoes of three Spheres, while many others had been given their own primary Sphere of Influence to rule over. "As my equal, I provide you with the duty of what you once held back within the Sith Academy, you are to lead the new blood and teach them accordingly, before sorting them into the other Spheres of Influence. Consider this as being promoted to the most important Sphere of Influence within our ranks, though in time your duties will lighten as more new blood prove themselves worthy of the title of Sith Lord." Folding his hands behind his back as he finished speaking, the finally opened his eyes to look at Verrin without the Force. Post Information
  5. After battling my immune system practically failing me, tomorrow I finally have a day off where I am not gonna be doing anything but site stuff. So posts definitely will be coming tomorrow.

  6. Posts coming up after I get the Corellia thread from Chen. Probably gonna post in The Arrival first though :P

  7. Welcome to the Galactic Coalition

    Since everything is going to be taking a bit to finish as I've added more to my plate, as well as others, I will say it will be officially be done tomorrow. The threads should be going up tonight after I'm actually free, but most people have free reign currently on the planet. In addition to this, people will be able to add stuff to the planet regardless of rank, that includes wildlife and other fun things like that. We're going pretty much free form, outside of a few small smidgens to at least provide people with some assistance in getting started on the new planet. There will be a push forward of one or two months to accommodate the three that the site is actually behind on, as well as to make it so people aren't role-playing forever trying to 'build everything', though people can still do that if they desire - there's liquid time for a reason. Any questions can still be asked after all the threads come up, in addition to all that other mumbo-jumbo that comes with new stuff.
  8. Won't Get Fooled Again

    As the three split off from Verrin and the rest of the Sith, Darth Evastus grunted as his child was scared and clearly not being compliant, something the man obviously annoyed by - though not as annoyed by the fact his plan had given him more of an issue than anything before. Using what little concentration he could to form a ball of pure dark side energy in his hand, the man followed in pursuit of both as they made their way into the hangar as the message of Vansic came over the comms. Truthfully for all the crap the other Admirals had given the man for his iron liver and his overdramatics, he had some understanding of space - and that was valuable in the long run. Approaching the hangar's doors, the man released the child from his grasp to let him run towards the shuttle on his own and to catch up with the others as the Sith'ari's focus shifted from protecting to destroying what was necessary. If they were scanning the vessel, then they would know which areas had life support and which were damaged and dangerous to the crew within it without their interference - any tactician would ignore those already dead. Thankfully the rest of the crew working in the shuttle area were packed inside their own vessel, and even though a side of death could have fueled the man's power to perform what was necessary, he was free to embrace the dark side clawing at his being freely. "Let us see what this revitalized.. body can do, shall we?" The question escaped the Sith'ari's mouth to no one that was visible to the blind eye, the tone slowly transforming into a deeper and more reverberated voice as he channeled the power of the spirits within. Clenching his free hand as the purple miasma of dark side energies flowed from his eyes and being, his eyes being obscured entirely by the energies as he let the spirits' powers outwards. The energy that had coalesced within the other was thrown aside towards the blast door's left side to stop the blast doors from sealing and encasing them within a dying space station. The kinetic ball of dark side energy twisted and shredded the metal as if it was a semi-solid material, charring the door and causing the magnetic field to flicker momentarily from the sign of impact. Throwing out both of his hands, the man let out a guttural growl as he reached outwards towards the life support system, within the hangar, with his enhanced telekinetic abilities, coiling and wrapping it with tendrils of dark side energy before applying pressure and causing the system to burst into flames and an alarm to sound throughout the hangar. The blast door that remained moved to block any potential air leaks from the magnetic field, though the other ground to a halt as the materials that had been shredded apart sparked before giving up. Gravity took it's toll on the Sith'ari as all power withdrew from the hangar, exposing him to a shift in his weight and the clawing sensation that seized his throat. Frantically putting on his mask as he drew on the Force to pull him towards the shuttle doors that were closing, the powers that emanated from his being dispersed as the armor attempted to regulate his breathing, injecting him with necessary medicines to accommodate the few seconds he had been exposed to the vacuum of space. The radiation his face had been exposed to burned, though the pain merely brought the dark side to his aid dulling the pain, the decompression sickness, however, was felt as he fell to his hands and knees within the shuttle and let out a hacking cough as he extended out his one hand to stop any of his children coming near him. "HK, st.. status report?" Straining out the words as he continued to let out a haggard cough, his sense of balance was turned upside down as he felt himself fall against the nearest seat and reposition himself before prying off his mask and attempting to breathe in new oxygen. The damage across the bridge of his nose was obvious, the radiation causing an intense burn that would heal with him, but at least his eyes were still fully functional - though his senses were slightly distorted. "Statement: 20% damage to your interceptor, master, mostly to the left precision cannons. Missiles remaining: two. Inquiry: If I perish, master, will you recover my memory bank and place me in a new body?" For the first time in what seemed like an eon, the question hit Evastus square in the face as he let out a laugh and a whispered yes before ending the communications. Sitting up onto one of the chairs, he turned to glare at Silas, before looking at Sanguira as he reached up with his armored hand and touched the bridge of his nose, noticing the skin that peeled away onto the gauntlet, as well as the blood that trailed down afterwards on his gauntlet. The pilot, the Sith'ari's own cousin emerged from the cockpit to make sure everyone was safe before freezing at the appearance of his own cousin who looked horrid, quickly turning his heel and awaiting orders to leave immediately. "Babysit..ting definitely will not be your job or my droids anymore, Acolyte Silas," letting out a hissing noise as he said the name Silas, his tongue felt like it was on fire, but he tried not to show any pain as his children hugged his form though he tried to pry them off before giving up as the strength was absent from his limbs, "I will have you recover my droid's memory bank after this, if the droid perishes. You have your uses, and if you plan on dying then you aren't fit to be a Sith." Closing his eyes as he placed his arms around his children, he sunk his head forward as he tried to breathe in the chemicals that filled the shuttle to fill his lungs. Post Information
  9. Won't Get Fooled Again

    The Sith'ari listened to @Darth Verrin closely as he tried to grasp the carnage seen prior on the holo-projector. His words were true, in the end they would need to learn the teachings of the Jedi to fight them once more, and if any of the Jedi in attendance were of anything to grasp at, they were susceptible to the emotions and they could be as easily turned - a double-edged sword, but one that would benefit the Sith more. Watching the others return, the taller male placed his gauntlets back on and knew he would have words with @Grand Master Eidolon in time - as much as Zyann had provided assistance, she was still a child and while she tried to hold command, he knew C'erian was simply more experienced. "You would be correct Lord Verrin, your hand is necessary in this alliance, but the only thing I require you to do is recover the special holocron of the former Emperor and a few texts - I do not trust them with the knowledge of the Sith.. not yet. If we are to train them, providing them knowledge on past events may assist them. We are too ill-prepared for full out war as the other Iridonian pointed out, but we have more experience than the rest of these fresh faces - especially you." Speaking in a hushed voice as he unclasped his cloak and folded it over his arm, he continued to concentrate outwards with the Force to protect his children - even with the word of the others, he didn't trust them any more than he could physically throw the whole bunch. Though the transmission reinforced the man's will on protecting his children, the threat causing a temporary miasma of dark side energy to emerge from his being, the emotion boiling beneath the surface as the spirits within spoke to him; wanting him to reach across the vastness of the space between them all and seize his throat with the Force, yet violence wouldn't solve the issue at hand. "Grand Admiral Vansic, I want you to take this general's head should you meet him again.. and deliver it to me personally. Lord Verrin, gather the Sith and lead them back to your hangar now - I will be right behind you, I just have business to deal with first." Breaking from his rage, the Sith'ari looked at Vansic and Verrin, nodding in their direction before turning towards @Darth Sanguira and @Silas Kitsuchias he took hastened steps towards them and glared daggers at the manlet - or teenager, whatever the child was. What words had formed his throat slowly died as the space station was struck by the turbolaser, his stance lowering as he turned upwards towards the cables that had fallen - though he quickly seized his son Korvus by the back of his tunic and hoisted the kid over his shoulder. "Make yourself useful for once and carry my youngest daughter. If a single hair is harmed on the girl I will bind you to my will and force you to suffer an eternity as a mindless servant," speaking in a sharp, reverberated voice, the Sith'ari picked up the girl by the back of her tunic and handed her to Silas before looking at Sanguira, "Hangar 6 has my shuttle in it, HK can quickly intervene with my starship. I am willing to sacrifice my past to ensure the safety of the future, now go and head there." Turning around the the rest of the Sith, he grunted as the child on his shoulder kneed him in the side and waited to follow them accordingly. With his hands occupied and his Force energies focused on placing an aura of shimmering energy over all three of his children meant the man was far from ready to lead - and he definitely wasn't going to trust Silas or any of the other Sith not to murder the children, even by accident. "HK, come to my coordinates immediately, it is time to put your protocol to use. Disable whatever gun batteries you can, and you can take as many fighters with you as possible.. but try to make it out in one piece." Post Information
  10. The Galactic Coalition [This only covers the IC portion of it, Ren/Homra will cover the OOC portion of it.] Heyo folks, as you've seen in the thread that has been recently posted, the galactic landscape has changed significantly, with the Republic taking the forefront as the villains of this story - though the Republic isn't the only enemy out there, potentially. While this shakes the foundations of the galaxy in multiple ways, it opens up countless new RP opportunities for new and old members alike, and fortunately the old planets are not going away (Ren confirmed this for myself and everyone ). The Jedi and the Sith, the Imperials and the Republic, the Mandalorians and the True Neutrals - five factions, and one popular group, are all being thrown into a blender to deal with this threat in-character, forming the Galactic Coalition (Or whatever other cheesy name you wish to call it, as the Galactic Coalition is a tad cheesy )! While many may say that their character wouldn't work with X or Y faction, that actually works perfectly and in the favor of the unified faction! The key to any story where a common threat causes enemies to band together to fight it is the inner conflict - no one likes it when the story has no inner conflict between a faction. Every faction will be forced to work together, and while the temptation to kill each other will be there, perhaps an understanding and potential shift in beliefs may shake the character to their core and possibly change their primary faction. While the Coalition (for short) is the faction that everyone belongs to, the other factions aren't going away anytime soon - people love their Sithness, their Jediness and their other -nesses way too much, and it'd require reworking everyone's rank which would be a tad tedious. We've also hearkened back to the good old days where a new member would post somewhere and be grabbed immediately and taken on an assignment - from a space station since Je was adamant on fleet oriented stuff . They will be directed to the thread where they will post a little introductory, then a member can grab them and bring them into a thread of any kind, though we'd suggest probing them or simply looking at their character sheet to see what may work for them, or simply do what Verrin does and just try and settle them into the site through RP regardless of whatever it is. The new planet introduced is one that has been used within Legends, and is a bit loose in the descriptions of what involves on the planet giving people much more freedom than before. Nirauan was the planet selected due to it's vagueness and the fact it at least has some information on it to work off of. Everything will be posted and announced here once it has been done, so I won't go over what is there besides that the entire galaxy will be at your finger tips - not just Nirauan. While there will be one main planet to begin with, due to the other faction-based planets being available, over time adding a secondary one may be what is aimed for through events. Something that isn't too extensive, obviously, but also something that allows people to determine the fate of the coalitions destiny. The War Council and You Like before, the creators of this faction (Ren/Homra, Je, Chen, Kitty and I) have realized the errors of prior - such as the countless NPCs leading a faction and making it feel stale, since there's no one to role-play such things. Rightfully so, there is a solution to this, and no the current councils that have been made through the factions won't disappear either - a lot of people have worked their asses off for their positions in said faction and taking them away would be wrong. This leads up to the War Council, representatives from each faction and the 'leaders' of said factions. To keep this brief and fair, only one character per a writer can be on the council at a time - this doesn't mean you can't ever join it as people may be rotated out, or the War Council may grow to accommodate site growth. Each of these members will be having free reign in terms of creative major missions and such things that can provide massive benefits to characters that are in them. These individuals have been picked from the current leaders of the factions, in addition to one or two people that generally are just older members that have proven they are workhorses in their own right on this site. Each faction will have two seats each, and though they are not necessary to be filled, at least one member of each faction must be in it; The Sith Order: Darth Evastus, Darth Verrin The Imperials: Vansic Modun, (Vacant) The Jedi Order: Grand Master Eidolon, Zyann Aari The Republic: Jun Lee, (Vacant) The Mandalorians: Ma'rik Alesha, (Vacant) While the war council is more for flavor than anything, the selected individuals will be dealing with the promotions within their faction, as well as working with others to create threads to involve everyone, regardless of faction, to make small story arcs that consist of 1 or 2 threads. While this is just something to do for fun, no one has to create small story arcs if they don't want to - it's simply there to try and get activity back onto the forum. There will be no pressure on these individuals as the site isn't their job, and should someone wish to step down they can step down. People will be selected based on activity and not rank to join the war council, so even if you are a lowly Jedi Knight you can still be able to potentially lead a miniature story arc. Questions and Answers To keep this simple and clean, all questions and answers, as well as other mumbo-jumbo, can be asked below about the IC portion right now - though the OOC portion will come soon™. Everyone can try to answer to the best of their ability, but I will try and answer them as soon as physically possible. Do not be afraid to ask about any questions you may have that pertain to the new faction below in this thread. All questions will be answered, even the ones that have been asked by others. I know one question will be about what will be happening with ranks, and Ren/Homra will be dealing with that firsthand - the only teaser I can give is that some of you will realize that ranking up isn't as tedious, it simply requires writing which is what everyone is here for anyways.
  11. Moving forward to the last bit. No more constant banter, time for a bit action in a way. 


    Y'all have 9 hours to postie stuff before it moves forward.

    1. Gamemaster


      The poster of this status is a liar, it's coming in the AM because the poster is extremely tired.


      Also never got something I asked for, but gotta improvise. Sorry for the wait y'all, then the other stuff is coming up thanks to Homra/Ren.

    2. Lucian Eidolon

      Lucian Eidolon

      Sorry I didn’t get the chance to reply this week, funeral preparations and travel kept me away. :( Bunch of stuff to respond to, but going to have to settle. 

    3. Darth Evastus

      Darth Evastus

      Take your time my dude! Hope all went smooth tbh, since that stuff can get tedious - especially with driving.

  12. Reminder the thread can still be joined by whoever. Actual things will transpire after the Vansic and a GM post.


    God, I wish there was a facepalm reaction still.

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    2. Kai Tsintah

      Kai Tsintah

      Which thread? Sorry, I was away on a family holiday. I suppose it's too late to join or ask for an extension?

    3. Darth Evastus

      Darth Evastus

      It's all good Kai, hope you had a good holiday!


      This thread right here, you can still join also! Didn't want to deadline it since people do have lives :P



    4. Kai Tsintah

      Kai Tsintah

      Thank you very much! I'll read the thread over and hope to have a post up, tomorrow. :)

  13. Won't Get Fooled Again

    Perhaps the Grandmaster spoke the truth - the Sith were beasts, they were unnatural in almost every way, though that was because they sought to destroy their mortal coils. While the Sith'ari never knew C'erian firsthand and while their situations were different, perhaps the idea of Darth Cideon inflicting harm upon both was a mutual understanding of the savagery the Sith were capable of. Blinked momentarily as he composed himself, taking in the rampant words of C'erian and then his conceding of his own rank and position to the Speaker, the corners of Evastus's lips turned upwards as he let out a half-hearted laugh. The anger that flowed through the man's words made him determined individual, morally grey and obviously one that was struggling with the fact he still thought he had done right. @Grand Master Eidolon was commendable where necessary, but at the end of the day words were fragile - and the threats the man had spoken, and the rage that became blatantly clear cleared away in an instant. It was obvious the man was a former Sith, but at the same time he understood the Force better than most, and in his rank of Grandmaster he had humbled himself appropriately. There was a balance, but the balance wasn't between light and dark, it was between the galaxy itself. Balance didn't mean peace or other fleeting dreams, it meant existence - the existence of every living individual that was touched by the Force, or simply by life. The Force wasn't evil or good, it was just natural. Shooting a glare towards @Darth Tanit as she began her speech on her views of the Force, of C'erian and other facets of the Republic, the man let out an audible growl before clenching his fist tightly. Diplomacy wasn't the woman's forte in either form, her hamfisted speech spoke as much, but she had experience on the battlefield and that was all that mattered to the Sith'ari. She was a weapon to be guided, she was always the one to be sent forward to deal with more physical pursuits, but in her new body she could do so much more than before. Stepping towards the woman, the Sith'ari raised his hand towards her as a means to inform her to stop. "We are guests here, focus your anger inwards as we will have use for it soon enough. Antagonizing our hosts and the other guests will do nothing at the end of the day," speaking in a low guttural growl, the man turned his attention to C'erian, a somber and unimpressed look crossing his face as he held back any desire to strike Tanit for her speech, "I understand the pain the Sith can inflict more than most, I understand being forced into servitude, from no other than Cideon himself. His breed of Sith are no more, most perished under your attack and those that remain are under Lord Verrin's tutelage, someone you would personally know isn't as forceful as someone like Cideon." Reaching towards his gauntlets to loosen the straps around them before pulling them off, he exposed his wrists as if handing himself over to the Grandmaster. The tattoos that sat upon his flesh along with the scars were apparent, but the jester was merely to show he was willing to hand himself over for judgment to C'erian; The Sith'ari's life for the rest of the Sith, a heavy price to bear, but one he was more than willing to bear. "At the end of this war, you may apprehend me and take me into your custody.. and in exchange you will let the of the Sith rest go free. If I survive this war, you have my word, Grandmaster Eidolon." The impassioned look graced the man's features, no longer somber and unimpressed. There was no fear, no hatred, nothing to be seen as deceitful at the time through the Force and most of all, Evastus knew his decision wouldn't sit well with some, but the Sith'ari's word was final and there was no reason not to bargain to make any attempted alliance go smoother.
  14. Won't Get Fooled Again

    Obviously taking Jem's hand in a firm grip, the Sith pulled away as he turned his attention to the rest of the conglomerates. The Remnant had plenty of individuals, and while that was blatantly a threat to their survival, not many chose to kill each other in terms of diplomacy - even the Sith chose less extreme methods, outside of sacking Coruscant.. of course. The melodramatics of the Grand Admiral were necessary to lighten a more tense and unfulfilling situation, but the words of the many others caused the man to audibly groan. Most were impatient, ill-tempered or seemed regretful - in the Grandmaster's case - yet Darth Evastus slunk back besides his lover and his children. While he was the leader of the Sith, he wasn't better than anyone at the meeting - they were all stragglers that would eventually be rounded up by the Republic and that alone made the Sith'ari more willing to work alongside the rest, including the disgusting woman that could have passed as a servant of the Hutt Cartel. The promises of the wretched red haired teenager, or perhaps young adult, made the man scoff slightly at the idea he could provide anything to an alliance. Credits could be traced, vessels tracked, they needed an army - not simplistic things. Feeling his robe get tugged on, the Sith'ari looked down at his daughter, her pale flesh and milky eyes staring practically through him - while creepy to perhaps most individuals, the man had accepted his past crimes against life, and his unwillingness to let his own child pass due to his weakness. Kneeling down to pick up the child, the man placed his one hand to his mask, letting the mechanisms release a hissing noise before removing it and placing it on his belt, quickly pulling his hood down before looking at the Grandmaster and the Speaker as Vansic and his aide approached the holo-projector. "Your brother had to die, I don't condemn your reason for wanting to end him. Disillusioned by visions and his own belief that he had to live forever, I was forced to put him down so many others wouldn't need to die. Unfortunately countless others died because of our personal ambitions at the end of the day," speaking towards @Grand Master Eidolonas he closed his eyes, regarding the man as an equal - almost disgustingly so - the Sith'ari bowed his head before bringing his free hand up to cradle his youngest daughter's head, "The Sith are not creatures, and the Imperials here all are striving to simply survive. Everyone desires a legacy, something to be remembered by. Perhaps both of us can set beside our differences and unite against a common threat, the Jedi and the Sith uniting under the same banner in some form. Just know I will put down anyone that is a threat to the Sith, the galaxy and to my family." Speaking the last word with a slight semblance of a threat, he turned to the Speaker of the Jedi Order and motioned with his hand as if thanking her for trying to convince others they weren't there to kill them - in some form, albeit poorly - the man turned towards his other children and set his daughter down beside them, his eyes closing as he reached out to pat both of their heads before standing back up to his full height. Channelling his energies outwards to form a barrier around them, his connection to the Force amplifying momentarily as a shimmering wall appeared between him and them, he turned his attention towards the @Vansic Modunand put his arm across his chest in salute. "Admiral Vansic Modun, or I suppose Grand Admiral is more appropriate now. You will be given one more shot at commanding the remaining fleet of the Si.. Empire, as we fortunately were capable of obtaining access to a small fleet of ships near Nogatan," speaking in a firm tone, almost lacking in emotion, he continued after patting a holo-projector on his belt, "You are the last Grand Admiral we have alive, but if you botch this attempt and as they say.. you will be going down with your ships. They aren't the same as the ones you had commanded back when, but they should suit your purposes. Think of it as a token of rekindling the relationship between the Sith and our Imperial brethren." Returning his hands behind himself, the Sith'ari clasped them as he awaited what Vansic would show the group of individuals. Truthfully he was ready to approached by anyone, his revitalized self feeling almost eager to return to battle - to taste the pain and adrenaline that came with it. He was their prophesized leader, but deep down he was still the warrior he had always been, and the chance to regain some foothold in the galaxy was better than rotting on Dathomir and Ziost for the rest of eternity. Even if @Darth Verrin had planned on rotting away in his library like the librarian he had always been, the Sith'ari could bet the man was somewhat glad his legacy wouldn't be swallowed up immediately.
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