shadowz1995
Amoeba of Wisdom
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Quineon
Yaoi Fanboy
What's all this then?
shadowz1995
Amoeba of Wisdom
Exactly what the title says mate.
shadowz1995
Amoeba of Wisdom
The galaxy was out of balance...
The effect was not immediately noticeable.... at least not by the normal folk. The ever constant rise of force sensitives in the galaxy was causing the scales of balance to teeter precariously on either end. Masters of the force could sense this troubling disturbance and understand that the galaxy needed mediation. Tensions had always been high between the Republic and the Empire, skirmishes and scuffles breaking out over their differences but nothing significant.
This changed when a major battle broke out over in neutral space that marked the tipping point that finally threw the whole galaxy into disarray.
The start of the galactic war....
The Republic already had a number of steadfast allies gained through their centuries of voluntary altruism. On the other end, as questionable as the Empire could be with some of its methods, their strength and willingness to make the hard calls always earned them respect.
Now, it has been several years since the shots were fired and the war was still in full swing, only growing in intensity. As people in between were forced to pick sides or risk destruction in one form or another
(Begin)
The effect was not immediately noticeable.... at least not by the normal folk. The ever constant rise of force sensitives in the galaxy was causing the scales of balance to teeter precariously on either end. Masters of the force could sense this troubling disturbance and understand that the galaxy needed mediation. Tensions had always been high between the Republic and the Empire, skirmishes and scuffles breaking out over their differences but nothing significant.
This changed when a major battle broke out over in neutral space that marked the tipping point that finally threw the whole galaxy into disarray.
The start of the galactic war....
The Republic already had a number of steadfast allies gained through their centuries of voluntary altruism. On the other end, as questionable as the Empire could be with some of its methods, their strength and willingness to make the hard calls always earned them respect.
Now, it has been several years since the shots were fired and the war was still in full swing, only growing in intensity. As people in between were forced to pick sides or risk destruction in one form or another
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SpaceDandy
A Dandy Guy in Space
Atlas sat in main recreation area of his ship. At the small bar in the corner of the room he sat on the one of three stools staring at the disco ball in the middle of the room spinning. “Atlas…” interpreted Athena his AI embedded life partner that communicated mentally. “Look…” replied Atlas bitterly, “I need a little bit OK?....”
FLASHBACK
Atlas nonchalantly walked down the main streets directly from the spaceport in the capital of Garang on the planet Dantooine. He glanced left noticing the new rush of immigrants onto the planet pulsing forth with a wave of optimism. The posters on the side of the street displayed happy new families farming their own land thanks to the Republic. As he continued walked he glanced right to a section of old Garang established during the early settlement of the planet. He smiled a lopsided grin and turned right to the older part of Garang. Small vendor’s stands lined the streets giving off smells of fresh cooked foods, spices, and produce.
Atlas was sporting a brown duster with light leather pants and brown leather boots favored by the Outer Rim pilots and captains. His brown eyes were hidden behind black glass of round gold rimmed glasses. His white tunic displayed some “washed” grease stains to give the impression of a local trading merchant who frequented this port to pick up produce to take back to the capital Coruscant.
The local beer and spirits industry has been benefiting from the Republic’s push to colonize Dantooine. The transports carrying new settlers have been finding they can turn a steady profit bringing back Dantooine Spirits to Coruscant on the cheap. This has lead to an even larger colonization processes than anticipated. That coupled with the Jedi Temple on the planet makes all the new colonists have the warm fuzzy feelings of protection. The perfect place to blend unseen with the population for rondevu with Atlas’s Handler.
Atlas stopped at a few food vendors trying the local delicacies, a grilled meat from a local predator on the planet made him think twice about lingering further then he noticed a less taken path down one of the side streets with neon flashing lights. He slapped a few credit chips into the hand of the old female street vendor with the local meat on a stick and began walking towards the obvious red light district.
The lights and the architecture of the buildings changed as he continued down the path that locals and spacers seemed to know. Atlas noticed the buildings were of old colonial design and warehouses as the different clubs, bars, and pleasure clubs drifted by him. Smells and the air had changed to faint hints of alcohol, vomit, smoke, drugs, and sex.. Atlas looked over to the right to see a farm boy on his hands and knees in an ally throwing up with his buddies around him making sure he makes it home and doesn't die in a pool of his own vomit. The young bucks were wearing what was considerably fashionable on Coruscant a few years ago with flashy colors and flamboyant flair. The farm hands and young farmers sons and daughters come to the big city to sell the crops, blow of steam, and have a good time.
“Atlas.” inquired Athena in his mind. “Whats up darling?” Atlas replied. "The ship has been refueled and is ready for departure once again.” Athena said in her feminine voice approximation. “Also the ship is under observation by two dock workers. There is a 75% chance that their abnormal interest in the craft would imply your under observation.” added Athena. Atlas smirked “When is someone not trying to find us?” asked Atlas facetiously. “90% of your missions have gone completely undetected.” replied Athena. Atlas rolled his eyes at his AI’s inability to catch sarcasm
He spotted a blue neon sign with a topless female Twi'lek jumping with the signage saying “Force Jump!” Atlas shook his head and smiled as he walked towards the entrance. His handler Hera always picked the classiest joints for a debriefing.
PRESENT
Atlas spun back around facing the bar and picked up a long twisted shot glass knocking back the dark liquid and feeling the rush through his body giving him a warm feeling all over and in his gut. Athena continued “Atlas…. We need to contact.” Atlas sighed heavily, “GIVE ME A FEW… Start taking us back to the core worlds… I don’t care where right now." He grabbed the large bottle of Corellian aged whisky sitting on the bar and poured a liberal dose in his shot glass and took another swig.
FLASHBACK
Atlas nonchalantly walked down the main streets directly from the spaceport in the capital of Garang on the planet Dantooine. He glanced left noticing the new rush of immigrants onto the planet pulsing forth with a wave of optimism. The posters on the side of the street displayed happy new families farming their own land thanks to the Republic. As he continued walked he glanced right to a section of old Garang established during the early settlement of the planet. He smiled a lopsided grin and turned right to the older part of Garang. Small vendor’s stands lined the streets giving off smells of fresh cooked foods, spices, and produce.
Atlas was sporting a brown duster with light leather pants and brown leather boots favored by the Outer Rim pilots and captains. His brown eyes were hidden behind black glass of round gold rimmed glasses. His white tunic displayed some “washed” grease stains to give the impression of a local trading merchant who frequented this port to pick up produce to take back to the capital Coruscant.
The local beer and spirits industry has been benefiting from the Republic’s push to colonize Dantooine. The transports carrying new settlers have been finding they can turn a steady profit bringing back Dantooine Spirits to Coruscant on the cheap. This has lead to an even larger colonization processes than anticipated. That coupled with the Jedi Temple on the planet makes all the new colonists have the warm fuzzy feelings of protection. The perfect place to blend unseen with the population for rondevu with Atlas’s Handler.
Atlas stopped at a few food vendors trying the local delicacies, a grilled meat from a local predator on the planet made him think twice about lingering further then he noticed a less taken path down one of the side streets with neon flashing lights. He slapped a few credit chips into the hand of the old female street vendor with the local meat on a stick and began walking towards the obvious red light district.
The lights and the architecture of the buildings changed as he continued down the path that locals and spacers seemed to know. Atlas noticed the buildings were of old colonial design and warehouses as the different clubs, bars, and pleasure clubs drifted by him. Smells and the air had changed to faint hints of alcohol, vomit, smoke, drugs, and sex.. Atlas looked over to the right to see a farm boy on his hands and knees in an ally throwing up with his buddies around him making sure he makes it home and doesn't die in a pool of his own vomit. The young bucks were wearing what was considerably fashionable on Coruscant a few years ago with flashy colors and flamboyant flair. The farm hands and young farmers sons and daughters come to the big city to sell the crops, blow of steam, and have a good time.
“Atlas.” inquired Athena in his mind. “Whats up darling?” Atlas replied. "The ship has been refueled and is ready for departure once again.” Athena said in her feminine voice approximation. “Also the ship is under observation by two dock workers. There is a 75% chance that their abnormal interest in the craft would imply your under observation.” added Athena. Atlas smirked “When is someone not trying to find us?” asked Atlas facetiously. “90% of your missions have gone completely undetected.” replied Athena. Atlas rolled his eyes at his AI’s inability to catch sarcasm
He spotted a blue neon sign with a topless female Twi'lek jumping with the signage saying “Force Jump!” Atlas shook his head and smiled as he walked towards the entrance. His handler Hera always picked the classiest joints for a debriefing.
PRESENT
Atlas spun back around facing the bar and picked up a long twisted shot glass knocking back the dark liquid and feeling the rush through his body giving him a warm feeling all over and in his gut. Athena continued “Atlas…. We need to contact.” Atlas sighed heavily, “GIVE ME A FEW… Start taking us back to the core worlds… I don’t care where right now." He grabbed the large bottle of Corellian aged whisky sitting on the bar and poured a liberal dose in his shot glass and took another swig.
Longhead
hello?
“No. Lieutenant. Our ship’s engines may be down, as well as our shields, but so are theirs. Keep their breaching tunnel open, collapsing it won’t do anything besides leave both ships floating in space. We use this to board their destroyer. Get on the intercom, muster the healthy towards the port side of the ship for a counter attack. I’ll try and secure an area on the other side until they arrive.”
Master Krastag’s word came out in a clear, monotone voice. He had not broken once since the battle begun. Ever since the war with the Sith Empire had begun, the Jedi Council assigned him and his destroyer to the mid-rim. His assignment was to monitor the hyperspace lanes between Ord Mantell and Ithor, and his finest mistake was allowing his troopers to be undisciplined and constantly lazy, even in war times. He should’ve fully expected to be surprised, but somehow a ship leaving hyperspace in his sector somehow went under the radar. It was things like this that perfectly illustrated why the Republic wasn’t gaining any ground in this war.
His ship had taken heavy losses. Enemy fighters had taken out every surface battery that the ship had, and the shield generators were destroyed beyond any repair they could do in space. The opposition, instead of blowing the ship up outright, had decided to board. The only thing keeping them from taking the bridge was Krastag himself. His troopers did some of the work, but had a Jedi not been there to aid, they would’ve been smashed an hour ago. He used to have a fully stocked ship, 3,600 soldiers and over 5,000 men in crew members.
After rallying the troops, Krastag was down to 1,122 soldiers, and around 2,000 crew members. Most of them were confirmed to be dead, others were missing. Chances are, they were probably dead too.
Before the lieutenant could even reply, Krastag had already stomped away, tightly gripping his lightsaber so hard that the knuckles on his brown skin began to run white. The bridge between ships were already littered with bodies from both sides, some stuff alive, some not, and some wishing that they were dead. They would be helped soon, if there were any medical staff still on board his ship. Upon reaching the other side, he was met with no opposition. It was likely that they had likely sent an entire platoon to board. They would need time to put together another boarding force.
He was in a small, semi circle shaped room that could hold about 100 men. The door to the rest of the ship had been sealed by blast doors. Krastag could feel life forms on the other side. It was meant to be a trap. Deciding to play into their hands, Krastag ignited a single side on his lightsaber, the yellow blade humming in a high pitch. Krastag approached the door slowly, his saber on the same level at his eyes with the tip pointed forward, in poise to stab. Standing about a foot away from the door, he stared at it for a second, centering himself. With a quick grunt, he drove the lightsaber into the door down to the hilt, careful not to burn his hands. The doors were thick, and so Krastag could not cut as quickly as he would’ve hoped.
He slowly but surely cut a wide circle into the door, the thick durasteel slowly giving in to the intense heat of the lightsaber, turning into an reddish orange liquid that highlighted the edges of the lightsaber’s path. After the full circle was cut, Krastag turned his lightsaber off, keeping it in his hand still. He took a few steps back. From the other side, he could feel a rising panic among what he assumed to be soldiers. Krastag grimaced, knowing that there was no way he would get them to surrender on his own. He reached out with his hands, but more than that, with the Force. He grabbed the circular cut out of the door with the Force, and launched it through the hole he had cut, much like an artillery shell leaving the barrel. He heard yelps and surprise and screams, and a few seconds after, the first rounds of blaster fire began to inaccurately come through the door, missing. Krastag ignited a single blade on his saber, deflecting two bolts that were on course to his chest into an adjacent wall.
He made a pull gesture with his free hand, and blaster rifles began flying out of Sith Trooper hands from all directions.
“Surrender. I’ll only ask once.”
Once is all they needed.
The twelve soldiers that had been placed to stop a counter attack sat on their knees in front of Krastag, including the squad’s leader. Republic troopers began flooding through the tunnel in waves with a sense of reestablished morale. His troops would likely be more than enough to clear a reasonable amount of the ship. Judging by the newly surrendered troop’s armor shiny complexions, the ship was likely to be full of new troopers. He magnetically sealed his lightsaber to his belt and watched as his troopers rushed by.
On Dromund Kaas…
“Fuck!”
Kaiser hit the ground hard, stars dancing in his vision as he lay sprawled out in the alley. He heard the quick patting of footsteps. By the time he looked up, his opponent was gone. He immediately got up and run to the street, looking both ways.
He was gone.
“There goes number three.” Kaiser shook his head, placing a palm on his bruised cheekbone, where had taken an armored boot to the face just mere moments ago. He was trying to attain Imperial Trooper armor, but it wasn’t going too well. Who would’ve thought it would be hard to beat down a single trained and armored trooper with nothing but your hands? He would use his blaster and take them out easily, but that would make too much noise. The last thing he needed was a full patrol of troopers to come at him. He slowly back paced into the alley once more, and waited.
It took a solid twenty minutes before the next solo trooper came by. Kaiser wasted no time. He drew his blaster pistol and fired three times. One grazed by the trooper’s helmet, and the other two found a place as a plasma burn mark on the trooper’s chest. His blaster pistol wasn’t anything heavy. It was a personal defense weapon, and chances were, the trooper wasn’t dead. At best he was knocked out, but most people don’t stay knocked out for long. Kaiser immediately got to work swapping armor, leaving the man in his underwear. Chances are thugs would come by and pick him up and take him away if he didn’t wake up in time. But that wasn’t his issue.
Why was he trying to get trooper armor? It was the only way to get into the citadel without being shot. Only military personnel and Sith could enter the citadel, and well, Kaiser was neither of those. If his father was any place at all, during a war, an officer had a chance to be at Imperial HQ. The heart of Sith space was the best place to go. He was walking in with no plan, and no idea where to go. Everything he did in the moment was what his instincts told him to do, and his instincts had kept him alive for years. It brought him to Kaas.
The chaotic nature of what he was doing was probably going to get him killed. He knew he shouldn’t have just jumped into this, but he already shot a trooper and was wearing his armor. Might as well follow through.
The most he knew about Dromund Kaas was that it was a jungle planet that housed Imperial headquarters. The troopers who patrolled the street constantly harassed citizens because they could. No big deal as long as no one got hurt. There’s a direct hyperspace lane from Kaas to Korriban, and the two planets could sustain themselves through trading with only each other. Korriban was a desert planet. What could they give to Kaas? There wasn’t anything there besides a few maniacs with red glow sticks.
The walk to the taxi speeder was fairly short. None of the usual thugs or homeless gave him any issues, though a ‘trooper’ with no rifle draws attention from other troopers. However, it seemed that the green pauldron on his shoulder kept them at bay. He approached a small circle made of stone tile, a protocol droid and a black and red speeder sitting on the same circle. The taxi speeder was only meant to go to the Citadel and back. The trip was uneventful, but speedy.
The place was huge. The higher up in the Citadel you were allowed to go, the more important you were. That’s what Kaiser heard on the streets, at least. If the normal troopers left him alone, just how far would the green pauldron get him? At the entrance, two soldiers flanked the doorway. As he walked through, they both brought their heels together and fixed their posture until Kaiser was all the way through.
Walking in, he wasted no time hurrying to an elevator before anyone could interact with him. Kaiser was sweating. Not because he was nervous or anything like that. His armor was heavy and hard to move in. He wasn’t conditioned for anything like this before, so much so that even walking for a few minutes proved to be tiring.
The elevator door dinged as it opened. The interior was empty. He whispered to himself, “Perfect.” before entering and looking at the long list of levels that the citadel had. He didn’t want to go down, the more important people went up. That’s where he needed to go. The top floor had to be where the most important guys were, right? Of course they are. He tapped the button, and the door shut. It only took a few seconds for the pressure on his shoulders to increase, indicating that the elevator was moving up quickly. At some point, the elevator’s anterior began to become transparent. He could see the Kaas City from the front of the elevator in between floors as he ascended until he reached his destination. Once the door opened, there was a hall in front of him, but there was an issue.
Hallways don’t normally have guys in red waiting for you.
As soon as the door opened, they ignited spear like weapons with a lightsaber blade on the end, pikes. When he took a step, an immense pressure was placed upon his entire being. It was suffocating. Every fiber in his body told him not to go down that hall, but Kaiser didn’t listen. There were 6 guards in the hallway. His mind broke them down into nothing but numbers. Guard one, Guard two, Guard three, and so on. Guard one was the closest to him, and the first to rush. Despite all the seemingly heavy armor the Guards wore, they seemed to have no issue being agile in it. Guard one thrusted his pike forward, going for an easy thrust into his gut. Kaiser jumped to the side, nearly slamming into the wall to his right. His armor was making it hard to move how he wanted to. While Guard one was recovering, Guard two went for the same maneuver, a thrust. Kaiser was ready this time. He dodged to the left this time, intentionally bashing his shoulder into Guard one and grabbing the handle of Guard two’s pike, slamming him into the wall. Guard two threw his weight towards Kaiser, letting go of his pike in the process, leaving Kaiser stumbling, trying not to fall over.
Guard two threw a quick punch towards Kaiser’s gut, which he was unable to avoid or block. Kaiser grunted and bent over, allowing Guard one to knock him to the ground with a kick to his jaw. Kaiser dropped his pike in the process, and he was seeing black spots in his vision. These guys hit way harder than what he was used too. They were too strong, and too fast. Kaiser turned onto his back and swiped his arm in front of him, inadvertently throwing Guard two into the wall with enough force that bones could be heard cracking the moment he hit the wall. Guard three took his place as Guard one once more rushed him, stabbing downward at Kaiser’s chest. Kaiser scooted to the right, and kicked out the back of Guard one’s right knee. He followed up by grabbing his right arm and using it to pull himself up. Guard three began his charge. He strafed behind the guard in his grasp, twisting his arm painfully behind his back. Guard three accidentally ran his ally through the gut.
Kaiser threw Guard one onto the ground. “C’mon! Throw something other than a jab!” Kaiser cockily taunted. Guard three did not oblige, and attempted to stab Kaiser like the rest. Their move set was not very diverse. Maybe it was their weapon of choice. Nevertheless, Kaiser was ready for it this time. He swayed to the right slightly to dodge it without getting too far away. He grabbed the handle of Guard three’s pike and pulled him closer. He placed a hand on his chest and Guard three was sent flying into Guard four and five clear out into the room ahead by a strong Force push. Guard six dived out of the way and provided Kaiser with an opening to run forward.
Unfortunately, on the other side there were 10 more guards, but it wasn’t the guards that made him stop running forward. There was a man, seemingly around his height, and thinly built. During the short skirmish in the hall, the feeling that shook him had disappeared, but now that it was only over by and for a few seconds, he could tell that he was the reason. There was only one smart thing to say:
“Is your last name Nar’ah?”
Master Krastag’s word came out in a clear, monotone voice. He had not broken once since the battle begun. Ever since the war with the Sith Empire had begun, the Jedi Council assigned him and his destroyer to the mid-rim. His assignment was to monitor the hyperspace lanes between Ord Mantell and Ithor, and his finest mistake was allowing his troopers to be undisciplined and constantly lazy, even in war times. He should’ve fully expected to be surprised, but somehow a ship leaving hyperspace in his sector somehow went under the radar. It was things like this that perfectly illustrated why the Republic wasn’t gaining any ground in this war.
His ship had taken heavy losses. Enemy fighters had taken out every surface battery that the ship had, and the shield generators were destroyed beyond any repair they could do in space. The opposition, instead of blowing the ship up outright, had decided to board. The only thing keeping them from taking the bridge was Krastag himself. His troopers did some of the work, but had a Jedi not been there to aid, they would’ve been smashed an hour ago. He used to have a fully stocked ship, 3,600 soldiers and over 5,000 men in crew members.
After rallying the troops, Krastag was down to 1,122 soldiers, and around 2,000 crew members. Most of them were confirmed to be dead, others were missing. Chances are, they were probably dead too.
Before the lieutenant could even reply, Krastag had already stomped away, tightly gripping his lightsaber so hard that the knuckles on his brown skin began to run white. The bridge between ships were already littered with bodies from both sides, some stuff alive, some not, and some wishing that they were dead. They would be helped soon, if there were any medical staff still on board his ship. Upon reaching the other side, he was met with no opposition. It was likely that they had likely sent an entire platoon to board. They would need time to put together another boarding force.
He was in a small, semi circle shaped room that could hold about 100 men. The door to the rest of the ship had been sealed by blast doors. Krastag could feel life forms on the other side. It was meant to be a trap. Deciding to play into their hands, Krastag ignited a single side on his lightsaber, the yellow blade humming in a high pitch. Krastag approached the door slowly, his saber on the same level at his eyes with the tip pointed forward, in poise to stab. Standing about a foot away from the door, he stared at it for a second, centering himself. With a quick grunt, he drove the lightsaber into the door down to the hilt, careful not to burn his hands. The doors were thick, and so Krastag could not cut as quickly as he would’ve hoped.
He slowly but surely cut a wide circle into the door, the thick durasteel slowly giving in to the intense heat of the lightsaber, turning into an reddish orange liquid that highlighted the edges of the lightsaber’s path. After the full circle was cut, Krastag turned his lightsaber off, keeping it in his hand still. He took a few steps back. From the other side, he could feel a rising panic among what he assumed to be soldiers. Krastag grimaced, knowing that there was no way he would get them to surrender on his own. He reached out with his hands, but more than that, with the Force. He grabbed the circular cut out of the door with the Force, and launched it through the hole he had cut, much like an artillery shell leaving the barrel. He heard yelps and surprise and screams, and a few seconds after, the first rounds of blaster fire began to inaccurately come through the door, missing. Krastag ignited a single blade on his saber, deflecting two bolts that were on course to his chest into an adjacent wall.
He made a pull gesture with his free hand, and blaster rifles began flying out of Sith Trooper hands from all directions.
“Surrender. I’ll only ask once.”
Once is all they needed.
The twelve soldiers that had been placed to stop a counter attack sat on their knees in front of Krastag, including the squad’s leader. Republic troopers began flooding through the tunnel in waves with a sense of reestablished morale. His troops would likely be more than enough to clear a reasonable amount of the ship. Judging by the newly surrendered troop’s armor shiny complexions, the ship was likely to be full of new troopers. He magnetically sealed his lightsaber to his belt and watched as his troopers rushed by.
On Dromund Kaas…
“Fuck!”
Kaiser hit the ground hard, stars dancing in his vision as he lay sprawled out in the alley. He heard the quick patting of footsteps. By the time he looked up, his opponent was gone. He immediately got up and run to the street, looking both ways.
He was gone.
“There goes number three.” Kaiser shook his head, placing a palm on his bruised cheekbone, where had taken an armored boot to the face just mere moments ago. He was trying to attain Imperial Trooper armor, but it wasn’t going too well. Who would’ve thought it would be hard to beat down a single trained and armored trooper with nothing but your hands? He would use his blaster and take them out easily, but that would make too much noise. The last thing he needed was a full patrol of troopers to come at him. He slowly back paced into the alley once more, and waited.
It took a solid twenty minutes before the next solo trooper came by. Kaiser wasted no time. He drew his blaster pistol and fired three times. One grazed by the trooper’s helmet, and the other two found a place as a plasma burn mark on the trooper’s chest. His blaster pistol wasn’t anything heavy. It was a personal defense weapon, and chances were, the trooper wasn’t dead. At best he was knocked out, but most people don’t stay knocked out for long. Kaiser immediately got to work swapping armor, leaving the man in his underwear. Chances are thugs would come by and pick him up and take him away if he didn’t wake up in time. But that wasn’t his issue.
Why was he trying to get trooper armor? It was the only way to get into the citadel without being shot. Only military personnel and Sith could enter the citadel, and well, Kaiser was neither of those. If his father was any place at all, during a war, an officer had a chance to be at Imperial HQ. The heart of Sith space was the best place to go. He was walking in with no plan, and no idea where to go. Everything he did in the moment was what his instincts told him to do, and his instincts had kept him alive for years. It brought him to Kaas.
The chaotic nature of what he was doing was probably going to get him killed. He knew he shouldn’t have just jumped into this, but he already shot a trooper and was wearing his armor. Might as well follow through.
The most he knew about Dromund Kaas was that it was a jungle planet that housed Imperial headquarters. The troopers who patrolled the street constantly harassed citizens because they could. No big deal as long as no one got hurt. There’s a direct hyperspace lane from Kaas to Korriban, and the two planets could sustain themselves through trading with only each other. Korriban was a desert planet. What could they give to Kaas? There wasn’t anything there besides a few maniacs with red glow sticks.
The walk to the taxi speeder was fairly short. None of the usual thugs or homeless gave him any issues, though a ‘trooper’ with no rifle draws attention from other troopers. However, it seemed that the green pauldron on his shoulder kept them at bay. He approached a small circle made of stone tile, a protocol droid and a black and red speeder sitting on the same circle. The taxi speeder was only meant to go to the Citadel and back. The trip was uneventful, but speedy.
The place was huge. The higher up in the Citadel you were allowed to go, the more important you were. That’s what Kaiser heard on the streets, at least. If the normal troopers left him alone, just how far would the green pauldron get him? At the entrance, two soldiers flanked the doorway. As he walked through, they both brought their heels together and fixed their posture until Kaiser was all the way through.
Walking in, he wasted no time hurrying to an elevator before anyone could interact with him. Kaiser was sweating. Not because he was nervous or anything like that. His armor was heavy and hard to move in. He wasn’t conditioned for anything like this before, so much so that even walking for a few minutes proved to be tiring.
The elevator door dinged as it opened. The interior was empty. He whispered to himself, “Perfect.” before entering and looking at the long list of levels that the citadel had. He didn’t want to go down, the more important people went up. That’s where he needed to go. The top floor had to be where the most important guys were, right? Of course they are. He tapped the button, and the door shut. It only took a few seconds for the pressure on his shoulders to increase, indicating that the elevator was moving up quickly. At some point, the elevator’s anterior began to become transparent. He could see the Kaas City from the front of the elevator in between floors as he ascended until he reached his destination. Once the door opened, there was a hall in front of him, but there was an issue.
Hallways don’t normally have guys in red waiting for you.
As soon as the door opened, they ignited spear like weapons with a lightsaber blade on the end, pikes. When he took a step, an immense pressure was placed upon his entire being. It was suffocating. Every fiber in his body told him not to go down that hall, but Kaiser didn’t listen. There were 6 guards in the hallway. His mind broke them down into nothing but numbers. Guard one, Guard two, Guard three, and so on. Guard one was the closest to him, and the first to rush. Despite all the seemingly heavy armor the Guards wore, they seemed to have no issue being agile in it. Guard one thrusted his pike forward, going for an easy thrust into his gut. Kaiser jumped to the side, nearly slamming into the wall to his right. His armor was making it hard to move how he wanted to. While Guard one was recovering, Guard two went for the same maneuver, a thrust. Kaiser was ready this time. He dodged to the left this time, intentionally bashing his shoulder into Guard one and grabbing the handle of Guard two’s pike, slamming him into the wall. Guard two threw his weight towards Kaiser, letting go of his pike in the process, leaving Kaiser stumbling, trying not to fall over.
Guard two threw a quick punch towards Kaiser’s gut, which he was unable to avoid or block. Kaiser grunted and bent over, allowing Guard one to knock him to the ground with a kick to his jaw. Kaiser dropped his pike in the process, and he was seeing black spots in his vision. These guys hit way harder than what he was used too. They were too strong, and too fast. Kaiser turned onto his back and swiped his arm in front of him, inadvertently throwing Guard two into the wall with enough force that bones could be heard cracking the moment he hit the wall. Guard three took his place as Guard one once more rushed him, stabbing downward at Kaiser’s chest. Kaiser scooted to the right, and kicked out the back of Guard one’s right knee. He followed up by grabbing his right arm and using it to pull himself up. Guard three began his charge. He strafed behind the guard in his grasp, twisting his arm painfully behind his back. Guard three accidentally ran his ally through the gut.
Kaiser threw Guard one onto the ground. “C’mon! Throw something other than a jab!” Kaiser cockily taunted. Guard three did not oblige, and attempted to stab Kaiser like the rest. Their move set was not very diverse. Maybe it was their weapon of choice. Nevertheless, Kaiser was ready for it this time. He swayed to the right slightly to dodge it without getting too far away. He grabbed the handle of Guard three’s pike and pulled him closer. He placed a hand on his chest and Guard three was sent flying into Guard four and five clear out into the room ahead by a strong Force push. Guard six dived out of the way and provided Kaiser with an opening to run forward.
Unfortunately, on the other side there were 10 more guards, but it wasn’t the guards that made him stop running forward. There was a man, seemingly around his height, and thinly built. During the short skirmish in the hall, the feeling that shook him had disappeared, but now that it was only over by and for a few seconds, he could tell that he was the reason. There was only one smart thing to say:
“Is your last name Nar’ah?”
Field Marshall
Eight Thousand Club
Tarnith and Vanquo had already fallen to might of the Mandalorians. Now it was time to claim Jebble and then onward to claim Taris, an entry point for when they're ready to enter the Mid Rim after securing the Outer Rim. Jebble's orbital defense fleet had already fallen to might of the Mandalorians who now attack key points on the planet's surface. The Mand'alor had requested his ship be brought into where the fighting was thickest, the Ice Citadel. His transport was one meant to transport multiple Basilisk riders, he sat upon his Basilisk war droid with his Ashari Panther waiting for the signal they were on site. His personal guard unit included a platoon of Mandalorians with jetpack a for this specific fight, as a good chunk of it was going to occur in the airspace around the Ice Citadel.
Sebastion then heard the pilot's voice in his helmet giving him the go ahead. The back of the transport opened and his war droid let out a roar before taking off. His entire unit other war droid riders and jetpack Mandalorians all behind him. He could heard the alarms of the Ice Citadel go off as their defenders went right to their battle stations. The weapons of their war droids began firing upon the Ice Citadel. A squad of War Droids made a tactical move in lighting up the first of the hangars to open before they could launch any fighters.
The Ice Citadel did manage to launch fighters from their other hangars. One of these fighters came right at Sebastion, he droid managed to evade it's fire by zig zagging until it got it's claws right into the hull of the fighter. Sebastion drew his blaster pistol as his droid pried of the canopy. It used the fighter as a shield to shoot down a few other fighters before Sebastion shot the pilot. The War Droid guided the fighter onto a crash course with another one before leaping off at the last second. The explosion gave Sebastion the cover he needed to make a run for the batteries. His war droid lit up the batteries on a close fly by. Sebastion was unsure how much of his unit was able to follow him but he went anyway.
He leapt off of his war droid into a whole that had been blasted into the side of the Ice Citadel. He saw a line of Mandalorians already engaged in a fire fight with the enemy. Sebastion added his own blaster pistol fire to mix as the enemy began to fall one by one. Sebastion moved to head of the group pressing in one the enemy. One of which tried to take him in close combat using a Vibroblade. Sebastion stopped blade with his the palm of his crushgaunts before he crushed it and seized the man by the throat. He held him out in front as human shield while simultaneously crushing his throat. He flung the body out of his way and pressed onward with the invasion of the Ice Citadel.
QizPizza
FabulousTrash
Sebastion then heard the pilot's voice in his helmet giving him the go ahead. The back of the transport opened and his war droid let out a roar before taking off. His entire unit other war droid riders and jetpack Mandalorians all behind him. He could heard the alarms of the Ice Citadel go off as their defenders went right to their battle stations. The weapons of their war droids began firing upon the Ice Citadel. A squad of War Droids made a tactical move in lighting up the first of the hangars to open before they could launch any fighters.
The Ice Citadel did manage to launch fighters from their other hangars. One of these fighters came right at Sebastion, he droid managed to evade it's fire by zig zagging until it got it's claws right into the hull of the fighter. Sebastion drew his blaster pistol as his droid pried of the canopy. It used the fighter as a shield to shoot down a few other fighters before Sebastion shot the pilot. The War Droid guided the fighter onto a crash course with another one before leaping off at the last second. The explosion gave Sebastion the cover he needed to make a run for the batteries. His war droid lit up the batteries on a close fly by. Sebastion was unsure how much of his unit was able to follow him but he went anyway.
He leapt off of his war droid into a whole that had been blasted into the side of the Ice Citadel. He saw a line of Mandalorians already engaged in a fire fight with the enemy. Sebastion added his own blaster pistol fire to mix as the enemy began to fall one by one. Sebastion moved to head of the group pressing in one the enemy. One of which tried to take him in close combat using a Vibroblade. Sebastion stopped blade with his the palm of his crushgaunts before he crushed it and seized the man by the throat. He held him out in front as human shield while simultaneously crushing his throat. He flung the body out of his way and pressed onward with the invasion of the Ice Citadel.
QizPizza
FabulousTrash
FabulousTrash
aaaaaaaaaaaa
"Push forward! Take control of this room and get this section secured!!"
Xeth was located in the front lines, deeper into the heart of the Ice Citadel. Alongside her were many groups of Mandalorians. While they were all wearing different armor and belonged to different clans, the Mandalore had rallied everyone to a conquest of the Outer Rim, his aim to eventually have an entry point to the Mid Rim. Of course, all the clans and factions followed.
Tasked with spearheading the invasion on the ground, it was a while before Xeth could see any action. The operation to knock out the naval blockade up in space took a while to say the least, but with swiftness and precision the job was done. Now the second phase was all on the ground. Taking the Citadel was a crucial part of the entire invasion due to its position and general tactical advantage, as well as it would provide a base of operations until the whole endeavor was over with.
Compared to where Sebastion was, Xeth was just a floor down, near the turbolifts that got her and the rest of the frontliners down in the first place. They were in an open room, a lobby of sorts with a single hallway as the access point. Down the hallway, defenders were filtering through in small waves, continuously getting cut down by the other Mandalorians. The objective was to cut off the rest of the enemies and establish a staging point so that everyone else up one floor could come down safely.
Eventually, the last of the defenders fell and all was quiet. Taking a breath, Xeth stood up from her crouching position and looked around, making sure the area was clear. She then pointed to two men near by.
"You two..."
Xeth then pointed to the security door that were at the end of the hallway.
"Get that door sealed up"
The two nodded, going off to do their job. Reaching up, Xeth took her helmet off and let her mid-length hair fall down slightly. Running a hand through it to brush out loose strands, she raised up her left arm, activating her commlink and opened a channel to Sebastion.
"Mand'alor, the turbolifts down here are secured. I'm having the access doors sealed up until the rest of the invading force arrive down here"
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shadowz1995
Amoeba of Wisdom
One of the responsibilities of Darth Nar'ah was delivering the justice he sought to keep. It was as much his duty to create the laws as much as it was to uphold them. So, when Imperial officials took it upon themselves to not only break those laws but try and profit off of the Empire's weaknesses..... It was not just treason but a personal offense to the dark lord. Both were an infraction that easily cost many their lives. This would just be another lesson.... or at least it would be... if the matter wasn't so delicate.
The traitor(!) in question was a well-decorated commander. As expected of a commander of the Empire's finest, he was strong, merciless, courageous, decisive, ambitious, and respected. Greatest of all, he was very well-liked by his men. So, if it came to light that he was a traitor of the Empire, it would not be well-received. The chances of resistance to the decision or outright mutiny was a risk the Dark Council was not willing to take. Shesun volunteered to remove the treacherous cur personally and to make sure it was done.... subtly. The dark lord invited the commander to a dinner to discuss the new military honors that would be bestowed upon him for his recent successful assault on Nar Shadda.
Red-rimmed, yellow eyes regarded the older gentleman with an indifferent, soul crushing that Shesun was well-known for. It was often suspected that he could see right through people, rendering no one capable of lying to him. Oh, if they only knew how right they were. The two sat together at a fine ebonywood table sharing a meal as they discussed business and exchanged pleasantries.
"You honor me, milord. I am hardly worthy of accepting these accolades! To think someone from the Dark Council itself would be sent to personally tell me this. There is truly no greater honor."
Nar'ah's eyes flickered to red for a fraction of a second before he regained control of his emotions. A fleeting flash of a moment before it returned to normal. The filth was lying through his teeth with these pleasantries.... to him of all people. Darth Nar'ah would love nothing more than to splatter this bastard's body across the council walls and then hang his body as a message for daring to break his oaths.
The sith lord at slowly, meticulously studying each and every bite of food tjat entered the commander's mouth until he found what he was looking for. It took an entire hour of this mind numbing back and forth but finally the opportunity arised. The traitorous war veteran was speaking a little too vehemently as he was putting a spoonful in his mouth. Shesun timed it with the exact moment he took a breath to speak once more. The Dark Lord needed no fancy hand gesture to execute this traitor. Mere eye contact would do.... a small nudge with the force sent the bolus (chewed up food) down the wrong pipe into his trachea. Normally, one would start coughing to regurgitate the food but Shesun did not allow this. Ever so gently, he applied pressure to the man's throat, preventing the food to become dislodged. The commander's personal guards quickly took action as they saw the old man's pale face turning red. His eyes were wide and he desperately clutched at his throat. Shesun's eyebrows rose slightly, as if in surprise at the fact he was choking, "Oh my.... Are you not going to help him?" It was rare when Shesun spoke of his own volition rather than just responding to what others ask and everytime, the soft, wisp-like sound of his voice could send chills down a man's spine. It was as if a ghost had spoken from the beyond.
The guards desperately tried to help the choking elder to no avail and neithet Shesun nor his Honor Guards made any move to assist as red began to creep into the commander's eyes. They began to roll backwards into his head and the twitching was starting slow.
"Stop! I know it's you! You're going to kill him!" One of guards yelled an octave to high. In response, Darth Nar'ah merely lifted his hands, spreading his fingers as far as he could to show he was making no gestures to do this.
He remained like this until the traitor stopped moving but continued to apply pressure to be sure that his life was thoroughly snuffed out. His guards seemed thoroughly convinced that Shesun was the cause of their commander's death but obviously had no way of proving it and its not as if Shesun's expression gave anything away. As cold and indifferent as ever. "Hm... well that is a shame..."
"You....are a monster....."
"It is not my responsibility to keep the commander...pardon... late commander from choking on his food in his old age nor is it even my responsibility to keep him alive. That task falls upon you.... and you have failed miserably. Your incompetence will be reviewed... and you will hear from me again soon."
The Sith Lord had long sense felt the disturbance happening outside but it was only when the application of the force happened that Shesun deemed if worthy of his attention. It was incredibly primitive but the power was certainly there. It wasn't long before the doors flung wide open to reveal an lone Imperial trooper rushing over a couple of fallen Honor Guards.
Something felt familiar about this.... boy.
But this could be addressed later...
Every guard in the room ignited their pikes and were ready to skewer the lad in dvery which direction as he asked his question, "Is your last name Nar'ah?"
'Curious....'
"Yes, it is.... I am Darth Nar'ah... and you have just commited a very grave mistake."
This boy's intrusion made Shesun's life just a little bit easier....
With a flick of his wrist, Darth Nar'ah hit the commander's guards with a brutal force blast. The power enough to send them all careening like metal through a tornado into the far wall with enough force to bury them in the concrete. Needless to say, they died on impact and their bodies were surely falling to mush inside their heavy armor.
Once that was taken care of, Shesun extended his right hand, palm up, to Kai. As if he was asking the young man to take his hand, "Come boy. Show me what you can do if you have the gall to challenge a Dark Lord of the Sith." With his extended hand, all the fingers curled into his palm except his pointing and middle finger. With a lazy flick upwards, the boy would find himself flung vertically into the stone roof with a harsh impact. Nowhere near the force exerted upon the guards moments ago but certainly enough to kill an unarmored opponent. His opponent was armored though, so he would keep his life.... The Darth was interested in what this force sensitive's reaction would be....
Simply put, he wanted to know if this child would be worth his time to not execute.
Longhead
Croaker
Fluffy-Kat
(possibly? Lol)
The traitor(!) in question was a well-decorated commander. As expected of a commander of the Empire's finest, he was strong, merciless, courageous, decisive, ambitious, and respected. Greatest of all, he was very well-liked by his men. So, if it came to light that he was a traitor of the Empire, it would not be well-received. The chances of resistance to the decision or outright mutiny was a risk the Dark Council was not willing to take. Shesun volunteered to remove the treacherous cur personally and to make sure it was done.... subtly. The dark lord invited the commander to a dinner to discuss the new military honors that would be bestowed upon him for his recent successful assault on Nar Shadda.
Red-rimmed, yellow eyes regarded the older gentleman with an indifferent, soul crushing that Shesun was well-known for. It was often suspected that he could see right through people, rendering no one capable of lying to him. Oh, if they only knew how right they were. The two sat together at a fine ebonywood table sharing a meal as they discussed business and exchanged pleasantries.
"You honor me, milord. I am hardly worthy of accepting these accolades! To think someone from the Dark Council itself would be sent to personally tell me this. There is truly no greater honor."
Nar'ah's eyes flickered to red for a fraction of a second before he regained control of his emotions. A fleeting flash of a moment before it returned to normal. The filth was lying through his teeth with these pleasantries.... to him of all people. Darth Nar'ah would love nothing more than to splatter this bastard's body across the council walls and then hang his body as a message for daring to break his oaths.
The sith lord at slowly, meticulously studying each and every bite of food tjat entered the commander's mouth until he found what he was looking for. It took an entire hour of this mind numbing back and forth but finally the opportunity arised. The traitorous war veteran was speaking a little too vehemently as he was putting a spoonful in his mouth. Shesun timed it with the exact moment he took a breath to speak once more. The Dark Lord needed no fancy hand gesture to execute this traitor. Mere eye contact would do.... a small nudge with the force sent the bolus (chewed up food) down the wrong pipe into his trachea. Normally, one would start coughing to regurgitate the food but Shesun did not allow this. Ever so gently, he applied pressure to the man's throat, preventing the food to become dislodged. The commander's personal guards quickly took action as they saw the old man's pale face turning red. His eyes were wide and he desperately clutched at his throat. Shesun's eyebrows rose slightly, as if in surprise at the fact he was choking, "Oh my.... Are you not going to help him?" It was rare when Shesun spoke of his own volition rather than just responding to what others ask and everytime, the soft, wisp-like sound of his voice could send chills down a man's spine. It was as if a ghost had spoken from the beyond.
The guards desperately tried to help the choking elder to no avail and neithet Shesun nor his Honor Guards made any move to assist as red began to creep into the commander's eyes. They began to roll backwards into his head and the twitching was starting slow.
"Stop! I know it's you! You're going to kill him!" One of guards yelled an octave to high. In response, Darth Nar'ah merely lifted his hands, spreading his fingers as far as he could to show he was making no gestures to do this.
He remained like this until the traitor stopped moving but continued to apply pressure to be sure that his life was thoroughly snuffed out. His guards seemed thoroughly convinced that Shesun was the cause of their commander's death but obviously had no way of proving it and its not as if Shesun's expression gave anything away. As cold and indifferent as ever. "Hm... well that is a shame..."
"You....are a monster....."
"It is not my responsibility to keep the commander...pardon... late commander from choking on his food in his old age nor is it even my responsibility to keep him alive. That task falls upon you.... and you have failed miserably. Your incompetence will be reviewed... and you will hear from me again soon."
The Sith Lord had long sense felt the disturbance happening outside but it was only when the application of the force happened that Shesun deemed if worthy of his attention. It was incredibly primitive but the power was certainly there. It wasn't long before the doors flung wide open to reveal an lone Imperial trooper rushing over a couple of fallen Honor Guards.
Something felt familiar about this.... boy.
But this could be addressed later...
Every guard in the room ignited their pikes and were ready to skewer the lad in dvery which direction as he asked his question, "Is your last name Nar'ah?"
'Curious....'
"Yes, it is.... I am Darth Nar'ah... and you have just commited a very grave mistake."
This boy's intrusion made Shesun's life just a little bit easier....
With a flick of his wrist, Darth Nar'ah hit the commander's guards with a brutal force blast. The power enough to send them all careening like metal through a tornado into the far wall with enough force to bury them in the concrete. Needless to say, they died on impact and their bodies were surely falling to mush inside their heavy armor.
Once that was taken care of, Shesun extended his right hand, palm up, to Kai. As if he was asking the young man to take his hand, "Come boy. Show me what you can do if you have the gall to challenge a Dark Lord of the Sith." With his extended hand, all the fingers curled into his palm except his pointing and middle finger. With a lazy flick upwards, the boy would find himself flung vertically into the stone roof with a harsh impact. Nowhere near the force exerted upon the guards moments ago but certainly enough to kill an unarmored opponent. His opponent was armored though, so he would keep his life.... The Darth was interested in what this force sensitive's reaction would be....
Simply put, he wanted to know if this child would be worth his time to not execute.
Longhead
Croaker
Fluffy-Kat
(possibly? Lol)
Longhead
hello?
Kaiser hadn’t taken in his surroundings at all. The only things he saw was the man in front of him and ten more guards, all at the ready to put more than just a few holes in his body. As soon as the man in front of him answered his question with a ‘yes’, he was about to begin his next statement until a pressure under him began to build. He felt it before he actually moved, and with a quick gesture from Darth Nar’ah, Kaiser’s feet left the ground, and the ceiling quickly rushed up to greet him so fast that his vision darkened only for a moment.
“Gah!”
He shouted the moment he hit the ceiling, pain flaring up in...everywhere in his body. The HUD on his helmet flickered for a moment before recovering. The armor was ugly and heavy, but it was handy. He might’ve died if he wasn’t wearing it. More pain was on the way as he fell from the ceiling, he placed his hands out in front of himself to keep him from face planting and oddly enough, he slowed down just enough to keep him from breaking his wrists. It wasn’t a pretty landing, but it was a safe one at that.
Kaiser was having a hard time breathing. It took him a few seconds to even gasp for air once he was on his hands and knees. He remarked the moment he could speak, saying “That’s not...anyway to greet someone.” in the most sarcastic tone he could muster, though it still came out asthmatic. He got onto his knees and faced him. He removed his helmet, his hair flopping out of it in a mess, much like if he were to just crawl out of bed. The back of the helmet was dented in from the collision from the ceiling. “Who raised you? Where I come from, you usually start with a handshake at best.”
“What the hell’s a dark lord of the syphilis or whatever?”
Kaiser’s irises turned to a shade of red so bright that it could probably be seen in a dark room. He could feel something building in his gut. Electricity crackled around the fingers on his right hand, then current spreading through his entire arm. The feeling started as a tingle, but as the lightning built, the tingle turned to an intense burn. Kaiser screamed and tried to wave the electricity off of himself, but the first motion transferred the electricity into open air, the heat of the lightning that sparked off of the torrent of lightning burning marks akin to scratch marks so deep that you would only expect it from an angry Felucian rancor.
The torrent ultimately missed, burning a small crater into a wall behind Darth Nar’ah and dissipated before disappearing. It would've taken our a Guard had he not expertly side stepped and avoided it completely. The armor that was on Kaiser’s arm had either turned to straight up ash or fell off. The right sleeve of the jacket he wore underneath was gone too. The arm underneath had a light layer of smoke rolling off of it, and occasionally twitched. The red in his eyes disappeared. He fell to his hands and knees again, his arm numb and no longer able to support his weight. He fell onto his side. As if nothing had happened in the past 45 seconds, he said “That’s funny..We got the same last name, we’ve both got a knack for throwing people into stuff. Without touching it, I mean."
“You got any kids by any chance?" He asked, easily dismissing previous events. The back of his head felt like it had been trampled by a Nerf stampede. The impact with the ceiling didn't kill him, but the more he acknowledged the pain, the greater the pain got, and he found himself wishing that he did die, even if the pain was only temporary. "And I mean, if you don't. Can you teach me how to do that thing that you just did to me?" He asked, pointing at the ceiling with his armored arm. He found the energy to grin just a little, nothing wolfish. "It'd come in real handy in the next scrap I get into, you know? Why trade hits when you can just send someone into the sky, yeah?"
"Also, those guys in red you had outside ain't so tough."
Like he didn't get a few bruises.
“Gah!”
He shouted the moment he hit the ceiling, pain flaring up in...everywhere in his body. The HUD on his helmet flickered for a moment before recovering. The armor was ugly and heavy, but it was handy. He might’ve died if he wasn’t wearing it. More pain was on the way as he fell from the ceiling, he placed his hands out in front of himself to keep him from face planting and oddly enough, he slowed down just enough to keep him from breaking his wrists. It wasn’t a pretty landing, but it was a safe one at that.
Kaiser was having a hard time breathing. It took him a few seconds to even gasp for air once he was on his hands and knees. He remarked the moment he could speak, saying “That’s not...anyway to greet someone.” in the most sarcastic tone he could muster, though it still came out asthmatic. He got onto his knees and faced him. He removed his helmet, his hair flopping out of it in a mess, much like if he were to just crawl out of bed. The back of the helmet was dented in from the collision from the ceiling. “Who raised you? Where I come from, you usually start with a handshake at best.”
“What the hell’s a dark lord of the syphilis or whatever?”
Kaiser’s irises turned to a shade of red so bright that it could probably be seen in a dark room. He could feel something building in his gut. Electricity crackled around the fingers on his right hand, then current spreading through his entire arm. The feeling started as a tingle, but as the lightning built, the tingle turned to an intense burn. Kaiser screamed and tried to wave the electricity off of himself, but the first motion transferred the electricity into open air, the heat of the lightning that sparked off of the torrent of lightning burning marks akin to scratch marks so deep that you would only expect it from an angry Felucian rancor.
The torrent ultimately missed, burning a small crater into a wall behind Darth Nar’ah and dissipated before disappearing. It would've taken our a Guard had he not expertly side stepped and avoided it completely. The armor that was on Kaiser’s arm had either turned to straight up ash or fell off. The right sleeve of the jacket he wore underneath was gone too. The arm underneath had a light layer of smoke rolling off of it, and occasionally twitched. The red in his eyes disappeared. He fell to his hands and knees again, his arm numb and no longer able to support his weight. He fell onto his side. As if nothing had happened in the past 45 seconds, he said “That’s funny..We got the same last name, we’ve both got a knack for throwing people into stuff. Without touching it, I mean."
“You got any kids by any chance?" He asked, easily dismissing previous events. The back of his head felt like it had been trampled by a Nerf stampede. The impact with the ceiling didn't kill him, but the more he acknowledged the pain, the greater the pain got, and he found himself wishing that he did die, even if the pain was only temporary. "And I mean, if you don't. Can you teach me how to do that thing that you just did to me?" He asked, pointing at the ceiling with his armored arm. He found the energy to grin just a little, nothing wolfish. "It'd come in real handy in the next scrap I get into, you know? Why trade hits when you can just send someone into the sky, yeah?"
"Also, those guys in red you had outside ain't so tough."
Like he didn't get a few bruises.
shadowz1995
Amoeba of Wisdom
"That's not anyway to greet someone..." the voice crackled through the helmet's comms. Arrogance.... that alone was enough to push Shesun to end this worms life for even attempting to enter the way he did, "Neither is killing two honor guards and breaking into the council chambers you insolent c-"
Few things could genuinely surprise the Sith Lord. It was an ability he prided himself on. Yet, when he locked eyes with the young man in front of him and recognized exactly who those eyes belonged to... along with the uncanny similarity of one of his own blood.... It was enough to cause the pale man to blink a few times. As if he was seeing double.
What followed was less surprising.
The crackling of electricity was foretold by the surge of energy surrounding the boy. The flashing of his eye color giving away his natural attunement to the dark side.... truly his child indeed.... Shesun ever so slightly leaned away from the following torrent of lightning that tore ruin into the far wall that the late Commander's guards were still buried in. The dark lord's expression was completely unchanged as his hooded face was illuminated in the pale blue glow of Kai's lightning.
His continued attempts at comedic insolence only managed to irritate the sith lord further but he refrained from acting upon those actions because the boy asked good questions. "I have a fair number of offspring that I know of. Apparently, even more that I am not."
Darth Nar'ah's golden eyes narrowed dangerously as the boy asked to be taught just before mocking the guards whose lives he had taken. They may not have been skilled as the ones that personally guarded him but they served the empire loyally and having their deaths mocked by some upstart who fancied himself powerful was a step too far.
"Boy, I do not need to tell you that I am the one you are searching for. But you are very..." Shesun took a step forward and lightning began to crackle dangerously between his fingers, as if each finger was an individual pylon. "....Very....mistaken if you believe you can assault my chambers, kill loyal servants to the empire, show such utter impudence to a Dark Council member, ask to be taught , and then mock the deaths of the loyal men whose blood is still spilling onto the ground behind you."
The Sith lord raised one hand towards the boy, the electricity now flaring wildly, jumping out of his hand and carving molten rivers into the stone beneath their feet in sporadic patterns. One stroke very nearly hitting Kai, the power only increasing as the Darth spoke, "The only reason you are not ash is because you are of my blood and because despite your arrogance.... you have some potential. So, I offer you a choice. Stand up and leave this place. Enter the academy if you wish to learn..... or stay here and perish now."
"The choice is yours, boy."
Longhead
Croaker
Few things could genuinely surprise the Sith Lord. It was an ability he prided himself on. Yet, when he locked eyes with the young man in front of him and recognized exactly who those eyes belonged to... along with the uncanny similarity of one of his own blood.... It was enough to cause the pale man to blink a few times. As if he was seeing double.
What followed was less surprising.
The crackling of electricity was foretold by the surge of energy surrounding the boy. The flashing of his eye color giving away his natural attunement to the dark side.... truly his child indeed.... Shesun ever so slightly leaned away from the following torrent of lightning that tore ruin into the far wall that the late Commander's guards were still buried in. The dark lord's expression was completely unchanged as his hooded face was illuminated in the pale blue glow of Kai's lightning.
His continued attempts at comedic insolence only managed to irritate the sith lord further but he refrained from acting upon those actions because the boy asked good questions. "I have a fair number of offspring that I know of. Apparently, even more that I am not."
Darth Nar'ah's golden eyes narrowed dangerously as the boy asked to be taught just before mocking the guards whose lives he had taken. They may not have been skilled as the ones that personally guarded him but they served the empire loyally and having their deaths mocked by some upstart who fancied himself powerful was a step too far.
"Boy, I do not need to tell you that I am the one you are searching for. But you are very..." Shesun took a step forward and lightning began to crackle dangerously between his fingers, as if each finger was an individual pylon. "....Very....mistaken if you believe you can assault my chambers, kill loyal servants to the empire, show such utter impudence to a Dark Council member, ask to be taught , and then mock the deaths of the loyal men whose blood is still spilling onto the ground behind you."
The Sith lord raised one hand towards the boy, the electricity now flaring wildly, jumping out of his hand and carving molten rivers into the stone beneath their feet in sporadic patterns. One stroke very nearly hitting Kai, the power only increasing as the Darth spoke, "The only reason you are not ash is because you are of my blood and because despite your arrogance.... you have some potential. So, I offer you a choice. Stand up and leave this place. Enter the academy if you wish to learn..... or stay here and perish now."
"The choice is yours, boy."
Longhead
Croaker
Croaker
Little Horned Boy
Feather and The Schar A crack in the earth, a canyon ages old. Its yawning mouth moaned hungrily as a dry wind swept through its bowels, before suddenly being forced upwards by a drastic change in temperature. The sudden surge of wind caused loose sand to dance lazily off the dunes and into the air.
The sky was cast in fire as twin suns hung complacently in the morning gloom, like fat celestials on thrones of flame. The infernal glow of these twin suns greeted nine figures at the mouth of the nameless ravine, nine figures that stood in the ageless stillness of the desert like stones in rivers of sand.
Nine figures stood at the mouth of the nameless ravine, and of the nine, four sat on their knees at its lip, burlap sacks covering their heads with hands tied behind their backs. Behind them stood a man whose golden eyes glittered with hatred in the morning sunlight. He wore an expression of indifference, though his right hand was clenched tightly at the pommel of a whip, betraying his true rage. To either side of him were four entities, thick as tree trunks and steady as stone. They carried no expression on their face. They were stone soldiers, living statues.
Nine figures stood at the mouth of the yawning ravine, four at the lip and five behind.
As the wind picked up, the angered one’s shock white hair began to whip violently about, catching and reflecting rays of sun, giving him a celestial appearance. He stepped forward and dragged one of the figures back from the lip, away from the others. The burlap sack was then removed from the chosen captive, exposing the face of a frightened older man. His skin was weather worn; it’s many lines betraying many years of hardship. He was greeted by the insane smile of the angered one.
The two began to exchange words almost immediately, and once again the winds picked up.
The older man pleaded and begged on his knees, while the white haired one spoke calmly with a friendly tone. The please of the old man were silenced by a few carefully selected words from the white haired man.
Pacing back and forth, the man with golden eyes began to deliver a speech of sorts to the older man, and as the speech went on, the older man’s face grew pale.
When the white haired man was sure he had made his point, he faced the older man once more, and posed a question. The old man was wracked with fear and gave an uncertain reply in a trembling voice. This however, was not the reply the white haired man had been looking for, and so without another word he turned to face his statue-like guards.
With a single command from the man who’s eyes burned like molten gold, one of the stone soldiers moved forward to the lip of the ravine, and removed the burlap sack from the head of one of the three left on the ledge. Sunlight greeted their face briefly – a final courtesy – and then suddenly there were only eight standing at the mouth of the ravine.
Eight figures stood at the mouth of a hungry ravine; two at the lip whimpering softly, four behind with faces of stone, one with eyes alight in rage, and the final, howling like a banshee, with tears streaking down his face.
The man with white hair, the orchestrator of today’s event, posed his question once more to the now weeping man. The old man, a betrayer to the Schar, once again gave an unsatisfactory answer in a trembling voice, and just like that, another was fed to the canyon.
Seven figures now stood at the mouth of the ravine. The white haired man once again spoke to the old man. It took some cajoling, but the old man finally offered what it was the captor sought to hear.
Pleased by this new answer, the orchestrator thanked the old man with a pleasant smile and kind eyes. He was not unreasonable as to forget his manners.
The old man asked a question of his captor, eyes now filling with hope as, once again, the wind shrieked through the canyon. The captor, whose gaze was now absent of its previous rage, shook his head sadly as a blaster materialized in his hand.
The old man attempted to stand; his voice raising as he cried out for mercy. He was silenced quickly by a shot to the head, and thus, seven became six.
The last figure on the ledge was shoved off half a second after the old man’s body hit the ground, his screams echoing through out the canyon, only to be remembered by the stones bellow. Six became five.
Without another word, the man with white hair and his four Enochs stepped onto their transport, and left behind the ravine, and the planet with twin suns for the comfort and luxury of the Spatz. Thus, five became none.
No longer did figures stand at the mouth of the nameless ravine. Cast to its side, the body of an old man bled into the thirsty sands, and in the maw of the great canyon – whose winds howled like the shriek of a ghoul’s – three bodies, mangled and broken, lay forgotten, a testament to the revenge of the Schar.
Boarding his luxury cruiser, Feather let out an exasperated sigh and fell almost immediately into a bed of pillows, hidden behind lavish, silk curtains. Waiting for him there were two slaves, who greeted his flesh hungrily with affection. Though the man had much weighing heavily on his mind, feeding the carnal desires of his body was something that would surely ease him out of the clutches of stress, and so he gave in to the grasping hands of his two slaves.
Feather tumbled into a tangle of limbs, and briefly called out to the pilot of the ship before completely succumbing to the passion of the moment. “Kel, would you be a dear and send a message to Seshun, for me? Let him know I’ve found something that will be of interest to him. Mmmm... Oh thank you, dear.”
“And let him know he wishes to drop by the Spatz he is more than welcome. I'd be gratified if he would be our guest.”
Kel responded with his usual enthusiasm, and began composing the message.
Senjak Nar'ah
It had not been easy to track down Kaiser. Not because he kept a particularly low profile, but more so because Senjak was unsure of where to start looking. This had at first been fairly problematic, but with the nature of these sorts of things, Senjak found that meditation was an invaluable solution.
It came to Senjak in a vision, at first barely a wisp of an image, but quickly becoming a solar flare of experience. Senjak saw Kaiser, his hard set, brown eyes and mop of brown hair. It was all eerily familiar.
It was because of these images – which came and went as they pleased – that Senjak had made it as far as they had.
The Jedi’s goal had been to stay ahead of Kaiser as much as possible, though as it turns out, that would only ever be wishful thinking on Senjak’s part. Kaiser managed to stay ahead of the Jedi almost consistently.
Dromund Kaas would be Kaiser’s final destination. Senjak decided letting their twin reach this destination and meet their father would be a sub-optimal outcome, and with the way things were going, Senjak suspected they would not be able to catch Kaiser in time.
Deciding that there was no other way, Senjak Nar’ah struck a deal with a merchantman that had shipments going to Kaas city.
Merchants who operated with the Empire so closely – as Senjak would come to find – would not be easy to get in touch with. But with a little luck, and the guidance of the force, all things fell into place, leading them to the man who would eventually cooperate.
In exchange for healing the merchantman’s sick daughter, Senjak would be allowed on his ship as a crewmember, a recent hire. So, after healing the man’s daughter, storing away their armor and pike on the ship and rehearsing their role, Senjak boarded the Merchantman’s vessel, “Starduster” under the guise of Neicor Sal’chi.
On the way to Kaas, Senjak – now Neicor – spent a few days getting acquainted with the merchant life style aboard the starship, so as to play a more convincing character when the time came to go through customs. Senjak managed to assimilate with the crew flawlessly, and after the few days of travel, all but the captain of the Starduster, really believed Neicor was just a new hire.
When eventually the Starduster made port in Kaas City, Senjak managed to slip away with their armor and pike now donned. It did not take long to figure out where Kaiser had gone.
Getting into the ventilation shafts had been no easy feat for Senjak. They were far from a Shadow, and did not manage perfect stealth. Several guards now lay unconscious around an exterior ventilation opening as result of the Jedi's inadequacies, though they would not remain unconscious for long. Senjak grumbled to themself, uttering a quiet point of grievance with the current situation.
Navigating the air ducts were not complicated when your very soul was being pulled in the direction of your target. However, Senjak was still to late. When they finally arrived, Kaiser now lay at the mercy of Darth Nar’ah.
The Jedi had managed to position themself above the fight in an air vent, and had witnessed the scuffle that had taken place. Seeing the Sith’s fingers conjure electricity, Senjak decided now was the time to intervene. There were no other options left.
Kicking out the grate below them, the Jedi began to fall. During the descent, Senjak’s tower shield and lance simultaneously ignited, casting a green glow on the rooms walls. Senjak managed a perfect landing between Kaiser and the Sith, and without missing a beat, Senjak thrust several successive, non-lethal jabs at Darth Nar’ah, which would force the man to step back or be prodded by the lance.
“Hello, father.” Senjak spoke in a voice devoid of any distinguishing cadence.
The armored Jedi looked about the room briefly and took stock of the amount of hostiles within striking distance.
“I’ll be taking the fool behind me, if you don’t mind.”
shadowz1995
Longhead
The sky was cast in fire as twin suns hung complacently in the morning gloom, like fat celestials on thrones of flame. The infernal glow of these twin suns greeted nine figures at the mouth of the nameless ravine, nine figures that stood in the ageless stillness of the desert like stones in rivers of sand.
Nine figures stood at the mouth of the nameless ravine, and of the nine, four sat on their knees at its lip, burlap sacks covering their heads with hands tied behind their backs. Behind them stood a man whose golden eyes glittered with hatred in the morning sunlight. He wore an expression of indifference, though his right hand was clenched tightly at the pommel of a whip, betraying his true rage. To either side of him were four entities, thick as tree trunks and steady as stone. They carried no expression on their face. They were stone soldiers, living statues.
Nine figures stood at the mouth of the yawning ravine, four at the lip and five behind.
As the wind picked up, the angered one’s shock white hair began to whip violently about, catching and reflecting rays of sun, giving him a celestial appearance. He stepped forward and dragged one of the figures back from the lip, away from the others. The burlap sack was then removed from the chosen captive, exposing the face of a frightened older man. His skin was weather worn; it’s many lines betraying many years of hardship. He was greeted by the insane smile of the angered one.
The two began to exchange words almost immediately, and once again the winds picked up.
The older man pleaded and begged on his knees, while the white haired one spoke calmly with a friendly tone. The please of the old man were silenced by a few carefully selected words from the white haired man.
Pacing back and forth, the man with golden eyes began to deliver a speech of sorts to the older man, and as the speech went on, the older man’s face grew pale.
When the white haired man was sure he had made his point, he faced the older man once more, and posed a question. The old man was wracked with fear and gave an uncertain reply in a trembling voice. This however, was not the reply the white haired man had been looking for, and so without another word he turned to face his statue-like guards.
With a single command from the man who’s eyes burned like molten gold, one of the stone soldiers moved forward to the lip of the ravine, and removed the burlap sack from the head of one of the three left on the ledge. Sunlight greeted their face briefly – a final courtesy – and then suddenly there were only eight standing at the mouth of the ravine.
Eight figures stood at the mouth of a hungry ravine; two at the lip whimpering softly, four behind with faces of stone, one with eyes alight in rage, and the final, howling like a banshee, with tears streaking down his face.
The man with white hair, the orchestrator of today’s event, posed his question once more to the now weeping man. The old man, a betrayer to the Schar, once again gave an unsatisfactory answer in a trembling voice, and just like that, another was fed to the canyon.
Seven figures now stood at the mouth of the ravine. The white haired man once again spoke to the old man. It took some cajoling, but the old man finally offered what it was the captor sought to hear.
Pleased by this new answer, the orchestrator thanked the old man with a pleasant smile and kind eyes. He was not unreasonable as to forget his manners.
The old man asked a question of his captor, eyes now filling with hope as, once again, the wind shrieked through the canyon. The captor, whose gaze was now absent of its previous rage, shook his head sadly as a blaster materialized in his hand.
The old man attempted to stand; his voice raising as he cried out for mercy. He was silenced quickly by a shot to the head, and thus, seven became six.
The last figure on the ledge was shoved off half a second after the old man’s body hit the ground, his screams echoing through out the canyon, only to be remembered by the stones bellow. Six became five.
Without another word, the man with white hair and his four Enochs stepped onto their transport, and left behind the ravine, and the planet with twin suns for the comfort and luxury of the Spatz. Thus, five became none.
No longer did figures stand at the mouth of the nameless ravine. Cast to its side, the body of an old man bled into the thirsty sands, and in the maw of the great canyon – whose winds howled like the shriek of a ghoul’s – three bodies, mangled and broken, lay forgotten, a testament to the revenge of the Schar.
***
Boarding his luxury cruiser, Feather let out an exasperated sigh and fell almost immediately into a bed of pillows, hidden behind lavish, silk curtains. Waiting for him there were two slaves, who greeted his flesh hungrily with affection. Though the man had much weighing heavily on his mind, feeding the carnal desires of his body was something that would surely ease him out of the clutches of stress, and so he gave in to the grasping hands of his two slaves.
Feather tumbled into a tangle of limbs, and briefly called out to the pilot of the ship before completely succumbing to the passion of the moment. “Kel, would you be a dear and send a message to Seshun, for me? Let him know I’ve found something that will be of interest to him. Mmmm... Oh thank you, dear.”
“And let him know he wishes to drop by the Spatz he is more than welcome. I'd be gratified if he would be our guest.”
Kel responded with his usual enthusiasm, and began composing the message.
Senjak Nar'ah
It had not been easy to track down Kaiser. Not because he kept a particularly low profile, but more so because Senjak was unsure of where to start looking. This had at first been fairly problematic, but with the nature of these sorts of things, Senjak found that meditation was an invaluable solution.
It came to Senjak in a vision, at first barely a wisp of an image, but quickly becoming a solar flare of experience. Senjak saw Kaiser, his hard set, brown eyes and mop of brown hair. It was all eerily familiar.
It was because of these images – which came and went as they pleased – that Senjak had made it as far as they had.
The Jedi’s goal had been to stay ahead of Kaiser as much as possible, though as it turns out, that would only ever be wishful thinking on Senjak’s part. Kaiser managed to stay ahead of the Jedi almost consistently.
Dromund Kaas would be Kaiser’s final destination. Senjak decided letting their twin reach this destination and meet their father would be a sub-optimal outcome, and with the way things were going, Senjak suspected they would not be able to catch Kaiser in time.
Deciding that there was no other way, Senjak Nar’ah struck a deal with a merchantman that had shipments going to Kaas city.
Merchants who operated with the Empire so closely – as Senjak would come to find – would not be easy to get in touch with. But with a little luck, and the guidance of the force, all things fell into place, leading them to the man who would eventually cooperate.
In exchange for healing the merchantman’s sick daughter, Senjak would be allowed on his ship as a crewmember, a recent hire. So, after healing the man’s daughter, storing away their armor and pike on the ship and rehearsing their role, Senjak boarded the Merchantman’s vessel, “Starduster” under the guise of Neicor Sal’chi.
On the way to Kaas, Senjak – now Neicor – spent a few days getting acquainted with the merchant life style aboard the starship, so as to play a more convincing character when the time came to go through customs. Senjak managed to assimilate with the crew flawlessly, and after the few days of travel, all but the captain of the Starduster, really believed Neicor was just a new hire.
When eventually the Starduster made port in Kaas City, Senjak managed to slip away with their armor and pike now donned. It did not take long to figure out where Kaiser had gone.
Getting into the ventilation shafts had been no easy feat for Senjak. They were far from a Shadow, and did not manage perfect stealth. Several guards now lay unconscious around an exterior ventilation opening as result of the Jedi's inadequacies, though they would not remain unconscious for long. Senjak grumbled to themself, uttering a quiet point of grievance with the current situation.
Navigating the air ducts were not complicated when your very soul was being pulled in the direction of your target. However, Senjak was still to late. When they finally arrived, Kaiser now lay at the mercy of Darth Nar’ah.
The Jedi had managed to position themself above the fight in an air vent, and had witnessed the scuffle that had taken place. Seeing the Sith’s fingers conjure electricity, Senjak decided now was the time to intervene. There were no other options left.
Kicking out the grate below them, the Jedi began to fall. During the descent, Senjak’s tower shield and lance simultaneously ignited, casting a green glow on the rooms walls. Senjak managed a perfect landing between Kaiser and the Sith, and without missing a beat, Senjak thrust several successive, non-lethal jabs at Darth Nar’ah, which would force the man to step back or be prodded by the lance.
“Hello, father.” Senjak spoke in a voice devoid of any distinguishing cadence.
The armored Jedi looked about the room briefly and took stock of the amount of hostiles within striking distance.
“I’ll be taking the fool behind me, if you don’t mind.”
shadowz1995
Longhead
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Field Marshall
Eight Thousand Club
"Champion we will be coming down the turbolifts shortly, we have cornered the enemy and they are retreating towards the turbolifts and probably will attempt to go down the lift. Be ready to open fire." Sebastion communicated amid firing at the humans. He could see in his peripheral vision, his Ashari panther was mauling an unfortunate enemy who broke away from his group probably attempting to flank the Mandalorians. It was quite literally a fire fight all the way to the lifts, he saw the first of the enemy forces enter the lifts and go down. They would only be met with fire and fury downstairs as well.
However, the last of the enemy behind sabotaged the lifts prevented the Mandalorians from going down that way and sacrificing themselves. Sebastion radioed Xeth, "The lift has been sabotaged, my strike group will have to find another way down, our rendezvous will appear on your holo schematic of the building." Sebastion explained. He brought up a holo map of the building and couldn't see an undamaged way down, they may have to go outside again. Just then his panther let out a growl and went somewhere, there was a series of screams before his panther came back with fresh blood on its claws. Sebastion followed the trail of bloody paw prints to find a secret stairwell and an enemy who was caught trying to sneak down it. One of his subordinates dragged the body out of the way. Sebastion chose a rally point behind the security door, which would appear on all the strike groups' holo maps.
Sebastion's panther lead the way down the secret stairwell followed by a few of his subordinates with Sebastion in the middle and the rearguard behind him. He could hear sounds of the battle raging outside, the explosions and sounds of crashes into the Ice Citadel shaking the building somewhat. They pressed onward without fear or hesitation because they knew they are winning the battle. Sebastion switched between the pilots' line, the fleet's line, and the strike groups' line to hear what was going on in every aspect of the battle. The stairwell opened up into an unassuming part of a passageway, they creeped out of the secret stairwell knowing the unaware enemy had to be nearby. The found them in an adjacent passageway taking up position beyond the security door. They prepared to light up the enemy as soon as Xeth's group breaches the doors.
FabulousTrash
However, the last of the enemy behind sabotaged the lifts prevented the Mandalorians from going down that way and sacrificing themselves. Sebastion radioed Xeth, "The lift has been sabotaged, my strike group will have to find another way down, our rendezvous will appear on your holo schematic of the building." Sebastion explained. He brought up a holo map of the building and couldn't see an undamaged way down, they may have to go outside again. Just then his panther let out a growl and went somewhere, there was a series of screams before his panther came back with fresh blood on its claws. Sebastion followed the trail of bloody paw prints to find a secret stairwell and an enemy who was caught trying to sneak down it. One of his subordinates dragged the body out of the way. Sebastion chose a rally point behind the security door, which would appear on all the strike groups' holo maps.
Sebastion's panther lead the way down the secret stairwell followed by a few of his subordinates with Sebastion in the middle and the rearguard behind him. He could hear sounds of the battle raging outside, the explosions and sounds of crashes into the Ice Citadel shaking the building somewhat. They pressed onward without fear or hesitation because they knew they are winning the battle. Sebastion switched between the pilots' line, the fleet's line, and the strike groups' line to hear what was going on in every aspect of the battle. The stairwell opened up into an unassuming part of a passageway, they creeped out of the secret stairwell knowing the unaware enemy had to be nearby. The found them in an adjacent passageway taking up position beyond the security door. They prepared to light up the enemy as soon as Xeth's group breaches the doors.
FabulousTrash
Longhead
hello?
Just by speaking, Kaiser seemed to be making the man even more upset by the sentence. At his reply to his sarcastic remark, he took note of how he paused after Kaiser looked at him. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he jokingly thought about how he may have scared the man with a simple look. Not the lightning that came out of his arm or anything. He could tell by the blank face that he seemingly permanently wore that little could shake him, but if you really thought about it. A man who can throw things with ease with just a simple gesture, or the ability to summon lightning to shock anyone who opposed had to have seen a lot of things in his lifetime. Especially in a galaxy where there were people who could do the same thing, and undoubtedly do it better than yourself.
Kaiser liked to think that he had that trait too. Not many things he could see could took him by surprise, and there are a LOT of things that happen in the Outer Rim that most people couldn’t even conceive in their minds. The Republic and Empire didn’t do much out there unless it was supremely convenient for them. That’s why things that aren’t normally legal like slavery and illegal weapons trade aren’t handled. They’re a nuisance to the two factions. Even more of a nuisance when they're warring with each other. Kaiser often made up stories about the thing he'd seen, most times only when it was convenient for himself. But when Kaiser saw the lightning form in Darth Nar’ah’s hands illuminating the area and carving patterns into the ground, Kaiser could easily say:
He hadn’t seen everything.
Kaiser’s brain told him that the reasonable thing to do was leave. He felt as if he should say something before he left. He opened his mouth to speak, but he didn’t have any words in mind to say.
Luckily he didn’t have to say anything. Just as he began to get up to leave, he merely blinked and a few events happened the moment that he saw a vent grate fall from the ceiling. A man in armor, much unlike the imperial trooper armor, or any armor he’d seen dropped from the same place that the grate had. Both a shield, and a lightsaber pike, like the ones the Dark Honor Guards wielded, but simpler in design, and with a green blade color. With no hesitation, he began to jab at Darth Nar’ah, who did just reveal himself as Kaiser’s father - while hinting at that he was not the only one. The guy in front of him and his own father had the same feeling about them. They both had that presence that put a pressure or his shoulders. He realized that the longer he had been in the room, the less suffocating it had become relative to when he first entered the room.
He couldn’t what he was saying. He heard something come from the armored figure, but he couldn’t make it out. It wasn’t like the sentence was unclear, it was only that he wasn’t focused on hearing. He blanked, but was immediately brought back upon someone mentioning ‘the fool behind him’. Kaiser immediately got onto his feet, and look behind him over both shoulders, trying to find who the fool in question was. In such a situation, most people might've ran, or froze, and some of the people Kaiser knew would've shot both of the men and front of himself and took their gear. In this situation, humor that was funny only to apparently Kaiser was his relief. He took a long step to the side, so that he was not directly behind the man with the lightsaber pike. He whispered to himself:
“I gotta find which one of these red guys he’s talking about."
"Speaking of, if they guard him why don't all 10 of them help the guy they're supposed to be guarding. Like. Now?"
Kaiser liked to think that he had that trait too. Not many things he could see could took him by surprise, and there are a LOT of things that happen in the Outer Rim that most people couldn’t even conceive in their minds. The Republic and Empire didn’t do much out there unless it was supremely convenient for them. That’s why things that aren’t normally legal like slavery and illegal weapons trade aren’t handled. They’re a nuisance to the two factions. Even more of a nuisance when they're warring with each other. Kaiser often made up stories about the thing he'd seen, most times only when it was convenient for himself. But when Kaiser saw the lightning form in Darth Nar’ah’s hands illuminating the area and carving patterns into the ground, Kaiser could easily say:
He hadn’t seen everything.
Kaiser’s brain told him that the reasonable thing to do was leave. He felt as if he should say something before he left. He opened his mouth to speak, but he didn’t have any words in mind to say.
Luckily he didn’t have to say anything. Just as he began to get up to leave, he merely blinked and a few events happened the moment that he saw a vent grate fall from the ceiling. A man in armor, much unlike the imperial trooper armor, or any armor he’d seen dropped from the same place that the grate had. Both a shield, and a lightsaber pike, like the ones the Dark Honor Guards wielded, but simpler in design, and with a green blade color. With no hesitation, he began to jab at Darth Nar’ah, who did just reveal himself as Kaiser’s father - while hinting at that he was not the only one. The guy in front of him and his own father had the same feeling about them. They both had that presence that put a pressure or his shoulders. He realized that the longer he had been in the room, the less suffocating it had become relative to when he first entered the room.
He couldn’t what he was saying. He heard something come from the armored figure, but he couldn’t make it out. It wasn’t like the sentence was unclear, it was only that he wasn’t focused on hearing. He blanked, but was immediately brought back upon someone mentioning ‘the fool behind him’. Kaiser immediately got onto his feet, and look behind him over both shoulders, trying to find who the fool in question was. In such a situation, most people might've ran, or froze, and some of the people Kaiser knew would've shot both of the men and front of himself and took their gear. In this situation, humor that was funny only to apparently Kaiser was his relief. He took a long step to the side, so that he was not directly behind the man with the lightsaber pike. He whispered to himself:
“I gotta find which one of these red guys he’s talking about."
"Speaking of, if they guard him why don't all 10 of them help the guy they're supposed to be guarding. Like. Now?"
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shadowz1995
Amoeba of Wisdom
Senjak did well to hide their presence as Shesun did not notice where they were until they were in the room, crawling along in the vents. His gaze never moved, though his focus did shift to the more vertical threat.
The armored individual crashed down into the room and began to throw a few thrusts at the Dark Lord, though none were with the intention to kill, making it very easy to avoid. The strikes were precise nonetheless and Shesun did need to move to avoid them, albeit, minimally so he wasn't struck by the glowing green spear.
"Hello, my child." Shesun replied, surprisingly softer than his appearance and demeanor would suggest him capable of. This was the first time these two individuals had ever spoken with each other but the connection was certainly there. At least, for Darth Nar'ah. It was no secret between them that Shesun was disappointed at the path this child of his had taken.... but he allowed them to make their own decision on how to proceed. Surprisingly, he held faith that they would come around to see his side of things.
Slowly but surely, the lightning died down to fizzle until it disappeared altogether and as it did, the honor guards that were slowly approaching the estranged family ceased their movement and relaxed. Their postures were still tense and ready but they no longer appeared to be out for blood.
"That may be for the best. Unlike you, this one seems to be insufferable."
And then the fool of his kin spoke again, only further proving his foolishness by literally asking for an attack.
"Because they are all well aware that neither of you are any real threat to me. Few things are, boy." The Sith Lord replied in monotone to the increasingly irritating Kaiser's question.
The Dark Lord slowly reached up and pulled his blackened hood off of his head to get a good look at the children he never truly knew about. The long, dark waves of unruly hair reaching well past his shoulders, framing his pale face. The shadows around his eyes making the corrupted, red-rimmed eyes pop out that much more.
Darth Nar'ah spoke softly to the both of them, the ghost of the emotion called concern touching his face for a fleeting moment, "You will be blamed for the murder of those two guards and the four buried in the wall behind us. The empire will be after you. You need to either leave or submit.... immediately. If you are caught while fleeing, you punishment will be left to me and I promise I will not be merciful. If you submit, I can be light and possibly.... teach you."
"Regardless, the choice ultimately belongs to you. Consider that knowledge my gift to you...as your father."
Croaker
Longhead
The armored individual crashed down into the room and began to throw a few thrusts at the Dark Lord, though none were with the intention to kill, making it very easy to avoid. The strikes were precise nonetheless and Shesun did need to move to avoid them, albeit, minimally so he wasn't struck by the glowing green spear.
"Hello, my child." Shesun replied, surprisingly softer than his appearance and demeanor would suggest him capable of. This was the first time these two individuals had ever spoken with each other but the connection was certainly there. At least, for Darth Nar'ah. It was no secret between them that Shesun was disappointed at the path this child of his had taken.... but he allowed them to make their own decision on how to proceed. Surprisingly, he held faith that they would come around to see his side of things.
Slowly but surely, the lightning died down to fizzle until it disappeared altogether and as it did, the honor guards that were slowly approaching the estranged family ceased their movement and relaxed. Their postures were still tense and ready but they no longer appeared to be out for blood.
"That may be for the best. Unlike you, this one seems to be insufferable."
And then the fool of his kin spoke again, only further proving his foolishness by literally asking for an attack.
"Because they are all well aware that neither of you are any real threat to me. Few things are, boy." The Sith Lord replied in monotone to the increasingly irritating Kaiser's question.
The Dark Lord slowly reached up and pulled his blackened hood off of his head to get a good look at the children he never truly knew about. The long, dark waves of unruly hair reaching well past his shoulders, framing his pale face. The shadows around his eyes making the corrupted, red-rimmed eyes pop out that much more.
Darth Nar'ah spoke softly to the both of them, the ghost of the emotion called concern touching his face for a fleeting moment, "You will be blamed for the murder of those two guards and the four buried in the wall behind us. The empire will be after you. You need to either leave or submit.... immediately. If you are caught while fleeing, you punishment will be left to me and I promise I will not be merciful. If you submit, I can be light and possibly.... teach you."
"Regardless, the choice ultimately belongs to you. Consider that knowledge my gift to you...as your father."
Croaker
Longhead
Croaker
Little Horned Boy
The voice of Shesun, with its bitter softness, seemed to echo within Senjak’s skull.“Hello, my child.”
Those words repeated themself from with in Senjak’s mind, mocking the healer with their kindness.
Many moons ago and many light years away it had been Senjak’s only desire to hear someone say those exact words to them. That longing of course had been long since crushed, pushed down and cast to the solar winds, but hearing them now had caused some kind of reaction within the Jedi, if only for a brief second. Emotion was often foreign to Senjak, yet in that very moment they could feel something very small and dark form inside the pit of their gut. It was immediately pushed aside to a stygian corner so it might be forgotten. This was neither the time nor place.
Seeing the lightning around Darth Nar’ah’s hand disengage, and sensing the hostility in the air begin to dissipate, Senjak could not help but admit they were taken aback. This was, after all, not how a Sith was supposed to act. There should have been some sign of hostility about the man – and though Senjak could tell Shesun was still prepared for conflict – there was no immediate threat being posed.
Deciding it would be impolite to not accept Darth Nar’ah’s hospitality; both the Jedi’s shield and lance deactivated, and were promptly slung over the healer’s back.
Senjak went to turn to face Kaiser, so as to address the man, and then paused. Remembering their manners, the Jedi turned back to Shesun again and gave a curt bow, before returning to face Kaiser. Just because they were enemies did not mean they had to be uncivil.
In that same unfeeling, monotone voice, Senjak addressed their brother. “Kaiser, I believe it unsafe for you to be on this planet. You and I must depart this instant. Darth Na- I mean... Father,” the word did not seem to roll off of Senjak’s tongue properly, “has been kind enough to offer you this chance. I suggest you seize it.” Senjak placed a gauntleted hand on Kaiser’s shoulder. “You know who I am, do you not? We have never met, but you can sense it. We are connected. You can trust me. Come with me.”
SpaceDandy
A Dandy Guy in Space
PRESENT
Atlas grabbed the bottle of aged Corellian whisky and stumbled up to the bridge. Athena chimed into his mind “Atlas you should go and rest until we..” Atlas’s right eye began to twitch as he slowly and deliberately stated “Athena I love that you care about me and… PLEASE STOP! I don’t give two flying Wookie asses what you think. Just LET ME PROCESSES THIS INFORMATION MY WAYYY!” Atlas began to slur.
PAST
Atlas walked/staggered into the front entrance of the Force Jump club to give the appearance he had already been drinking. The Gomorrean bouncers didn’t even give him second glance as he staggered through the front door. The smells of sweat, alcohol and drugs rushed at Atlas as began walking/fake staggering to the bar. The bass resounded in his chest as he entered the club. Dancing cages hung around the bar and dance floor with half naked Twilek men and women bumping and grinding to the hypo-electronic drum and bass.
Atlas smirked as fake staggered/waked to the bar. A blue female looking human with crimson eyes locked gazes with Atlas as he sat down at a stool in the middle of the bar void of patrons on either side. “Corellian Ale sweetheart…” requested Atlas with a lopsided grin. The blue bartender smiled and began to pour the frothy ale from the tap, she used a knife across the top to take off the foam. She slide it across to Atlas and he caught it with ease slinging back the pint and finishing it all in one go.
He looked back over his shoulder spotting the pale blue curled hair of a familiar woman sitting in the corner. He swing back around to the bar threw down a few credit chips and motioned with his right index finger in the sign of another drink to the bartender.
PRESENT
Atlas stopped himself and regained his composure. “Athena disregard what I just said. Take us to Nar Shaddaa ”
PAST
Atlas took a swig and downed the second pint of Corellian Ale. He spun around in his bar stool and slowly walked to the back of the club. The deep bass Techno music was bumping hard. The strobe lights flashed rhythmically to the beat. Atlas could feel it in his chest, he coughed as he passed a few patrons smoking some kind of opioid. Atlas always hated smoking…..
He gingerly walked to the to the back table, he smirked as sang to the song in a whisper, “ I'm your boogie man that's what I am…”
PRESENT
Atlas set down his Corellian whisky on the console of the ship’s bridge. He ensured that the his ship the Nautilus was heading to Nar Shaddaa . “Atlas are you sure we should go to Nar Shaddaa it's dangerous..” pleaded Athena.
Atlas grabbed the bottle of aged Corellian whisky and stumbled up to the bridge. Athena chimed into his mind “Atlas you should go and rest until we..” Atlas’s right eye began to twitch as he slowly and deliberately stated “Athena I love that you care about me and… PLEASE STOP! I don’t give two flying Wookie asses what you think. Just LET ME PROCESSES THIS INFORMATION MY WAYYY!” Atlas began to slur.
PAST
Atlas walked/staggered into the front entrance of the Force Jump club to give the appearance he had already been drinking. The Gomorrean bouncers didn’t even give him second glance as he staggered through the front door. The smells of sweat, alcohol and drugs rushed at Atlas as began walking/fake staggering to the bar. The bass resounded in his chest as he entered the club. Dancing cages hung around the bar and dance floor with half naked Twilek men and women bumping and grinding to the hypo-electronic drum and bass.
Atlas smirked as fake staggered/waked to the bar. A blue female looking human with crimson eyes locked gazes with Atlas as he sat down at a stool in the middle of the bar void of patrons on either side. “Corellian Ale sweetheart…” requested Atlas with a lopsided grin. The blue bartender smiled and began to pour the frothy ale from the tap, she used a knife across the top to take off the foam. She slide it across to Atlas and he caught it with ease slinging back the pint and finishing it all in one go.
He looked back over his shoulder spotting the pale blue curled hair of a familiar woman sitting in the corner. He swing back around to the bar threw down a few credit chips and motioned with his right index finger in the sign of another drink to the bartender.
PRESENT
Atlas stopped himself and regained his composure. “Athena disregard what I just said. Take us to Nar Shaddaa ”
PAST
Atlas took a swig and downed the second pint of Corellian Ale. He spun around in his bar stool and slowly walked to the back of the club. The deep bass Techno music was bumping hard. The strobe lights flashed rhythmically to the beat. Atlas could feel it in his chest, he coughed as he passed a few patrons smoking some kind of opioid. Atlas always hated smoking…..
He gingerly walked to the to the back table, he smirked as sang to the song in a whisper, “ I'm your boogie man that's what I am…”
PRESENT
Atlas set down his Corellian whisky on the console of the ship’s bridge. He ensured that the his ship the Nautilus was heading to Nar Shaddaa . “Atlas are you sure we should go to Nar Shaddaa it's dangerous..” pleaded Athena.
FabulousTrash
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Xeth nodded to Sebastion's update, closing the channel. She looked around the main room. Scattered about was her strike team, their weapons lowered. Some had their helmets off too. For the most part, everyone was engaged in small side conversation, but hearty nonetheless.
Xeth was about to speak up again, but before she could she noticed that Sebastion was calling. Curious, Xeth answered and listened.
...Understood.
She lowered her arm, closing the comm channel and looked around for the two warriors who sealed up the door earlier. Luckily, they were nearby. Nodding to them, Xeth pointed to the door again.
Change of plans. Set up breach charges around the frame of the door. We're going to have to get out of this room shortly.
The two nodded, setting off to work while Xeth turned to the rest of her strike team, speaking up in a loud and commanding tone.
Listen up! We have incoming from the lifts. Some stragglers from the upper level are making their retreat right to us. Only complication is that they blew up the controls before they started their descent, so Mand'alor and his strike team cant back us up. The plan is rendezvous just out in the hall past the door. I want everyone stacked up by the door, facing the turbolift. Riflemen in the back, and whoever ends up in front activate your shields so we can have at least some cover
Everyone was silent as Xeth informed and instructed them, nodding when she was done and moved into position. They fitted their helmets back onto their heads as the warriors who brought along carbine rifles moved to the hallway, standing closest to the door. Everyone else filed it suite, some hugging the walls while others remained in the middle. The ones in the front reached over to their vambraces, activating their personal shields and held them up in front of them, pistols in the other hand. Xeth put her own helmet back on before following the rest, taking her own position in the front and activated her own shield.
Silence fell. In the corner of her helmet HUD, Xeth noticed that Sebastion's group was nearing the rendezvous point. It was only a few moments before the doors to the turbolift opened up. Almost everything happened at once
OPEN FIRE!
Blaster bolts soon filled the room as the yellow streaks races into the turbolift, striking down multiple people. In response, the enemies closed up the turbolift doors for protection. Taking the opportunity, Xeth shouted again
Blow the door! We're out of here!
The charges on the door went off, the security door off its frame as the metal slabs fell to the ground with a loud bang. At the same time, the lift doors had opened as the enemies quickly pushed their way out, taking cover behind some computer consoles.
Back out, back out!
The riflemen in the rear were the first to back through the open doorway and into the hallway, providing covering fire for everyone else to make their way out. As the last few warriors filed out, Xeth and a few others remained behind. She continued to fire her pistol as she called out to the few that were still with her
Wrist rockets!
Some of the mandalorians stopped firing and raised their arms up, firing off their mini rockets down the hall. The rockets connected and large explosions went off. When the smoke cleared, it was clear that the stragglers were dead. Xeth relaxed, standing up straight and walked out into the hallway where her strike team had filtered in with Sebastion's group. She gave the Mand'alor a nod.
Whenever you're ready to proceed.
Field Marshall
Xeth was about to speak up again, but before she could she noticed that Sebastion was calling. Curious, Xeth answered and listened.
...Understood.
She lowered her arm, closing the comm channel and looked around for the two warriors who sealed up the door earlier. Luckily, they were nearby. Nodding to them, Xeth pointed to the door again.
Change of plans. Set up breach charges around the frame of the door. We're going to have to get out of this room shortly.
The two nodded, setting off to work while Xeth turned to the rest of her strike team, speaking up in a loud and commanding tone.
Listen up! We have incoming from the lifts. Some stragglers from the upper level are making their retreat right to us. Only complication is that they blew up the controls before they started their descent, so Mand'alor and his strike team cant back us up. The plan is rendezvous just out in the hall past the door. I want everyone stacked up by the door, facing the turbolift. Riflemen in the back, and whoever ends up in front activate your shields so we can have at least some cover
Everyone was silent as Xeth informed and instructed them, nodding when she was done and moved into position. They fitted their helmets back onto their heads as the warriors who brought along carbine rifles moved to the hallway, standing closest to the door. Everyone else filed it suite, some hugging the walls while others remained in the middle. The ones in the front reached over to their vambraces, activating their personal shields and held them up in front of them, pistols in the other hand. Xeth put her own helmet back on before following the rest, taking her own position in the front and activated her own shield.
Silence fell. In the corner of her helmet HUD, Xeth noticed that Sebastion's group was nearing the rendezvous point. It was only a few moments before the doors to the turbolift opened up. Almost everything happened at once
OPEN FIRE!
Blaster bolts soon filled the room as the yellow streaks races into the turbolift, striking down multiple people. In response, the enemies closed up the turbolift doors for protection. Taking the opportunity, Xeth shouted again
Blow the door! We're out of here!
The charges on the door went off, the security door off its frame as the metal slabs fell to the ground with a loud bang. At the same time, the lift doors had opened as the enemies quickly pushed their way out, taking cover behind some computer consoles.
Back out, back out!
The riflemen in the rear were the first to back through the open doorway and into the hallway, providing covering fire for everyone else to make their way out. As the last few warriors filed out, Xeth and a few others remained behind. She continued to fire her pistol as she called out to the few that were still with her
Wrist rockets!
Some of the mandalorians stopped firing and raised their arms up, firing off their mini rockets down the hall. The rockets connected and large explosions went off. When the smoke cleared, it was clear that the stragglers were dead. Xeth relaxed, standing up straight and walked out into the hallway where her strike team had filtered in with Sebastion's group. She gave the Mand'alor a nod.
Whenever you're ready to proceed.
Field Marshall
Longhead
hello?
Kaiser’s face hardened for just a moment in serious thought. He normally didn’t have the capacity to think seriously about anything, but his father’s words gave him something to actually think about. He did kill a few guards, and he was told that he would be likely receive further punishment for four more deaths, ones that he had no part in whatsoever. Thinking ahead, chances are there wasn’t going to be a way out of the Citadel if he declined. He had to fight 3 more guards in the hallway, and most certainly the 10 presently in the room with him. Even if he did make it outside, no doubt security cameras had already caught him in the hallway. He’d likely be shot on sight if he tried to leave anyways. It's not like he had a weapon to defend himself with anyways. Not effectively anyways. He highly doubted that armor that crumpled with an impact to a stone ceiling would fare any better against military grade blaster rifles. It seemed like a really easy decision to make. No one could tell him that ‘Take a light punishment’ didn't sound more reasonable.
But then the armored figure gave him even more to think about. The hostility had eased, and there was a hanging tension in the air. It was likely his father’s patience would not last long. He could go with him, but he could not tell who he was, despite his claims that he could sense it. The moment his hand was placed on Kaiser’s shoulder, he shrugged his hand off and pulled away. “On the contrary, bud. I can’t sense that we’re connected. I don’t know you at all. Going with a masked figure isn’t the first thing on my list of priorities.” He paused. Playing back the words his father said, he followed up with “Didn’t he also say it was leave or submit? If I go with you, I’m sure that means that I chose to leave. All the guards in this room would be on us in a second, I’d think. Judging from the few stabs you threw just now, if he can dodge all of them just by barely moving, what kind of chance do you have against ten of the guys around us, and the three in the hallway just behind me? If we did manage to get out, I’m sure it wouldn’t be just me that the Empire would be after. They'll be on your ass too. Seizing the chance wouldn’t be coming with you. Submitting now would bring a lighter punishment than being hunted for the rest of my life. Yeah, he was kind enough to offer us both this chance. I suggest you seize it." He finished sharply. There's no way the armored man could get away with attacking Darth Nar'ah. Not if Kaiser wouldn't even get away with attacking the people that guarded Darth Nar'ah.
Right?
His face twisted in more confusion, quickly throwing out two more questions. “How do you even know my name? How do I know I can trust you?” His eyes narrowed. He didn’t know what to expect when he sneaked into here, but he most certainly didn’t envision this. He also wanted to bring up the fact that when he asked Darth Nar’ah to teach him, he was threatened with death, but now that a guy with a green lightsaber spear showed up, he was offering to teach him, presumably himself. Quickly, he decided against it. It would likely serve to burn the fuse on Nar'ah's Sr.'s patience even faster than he could do just speaking how he normally does, given that not immediately answering his question hadn't already done that.
Then it hit him.
His face only softening a little, he asked. “Wait. Did you call him father? Don’t tell me we’re related too.” Darth Nar’ah did say that he had a lot of kids. Some he didn’t even know about. How many planetary alignments would have to happen for two of his kids to both seek him out. He came to another realization: This other guy immediately said he was taking Kaiser himself with him. Why would a half brother come for another brother?
"Take the mask and hood off."
But then the armored figure gave him even more to think about. The hostility had eased, and there was a hanging tension in the air. It was likely his father’s patience would not last long. He could go with him, but he could not tell who he was, despite his claims that he could sense it. The moment his hand was placed on Kaiser’s shoulder, he shrugged his hand off and pulled away. “On the contrary, bud. I can’t sense that we’re connected. I don’t know you at all. Going with a masked figure isn’t the first thing on my list of priorities.” He paused. Playing back the words his father said, he followed up with “Didn’t he also say it was leave or submit? If I go with you, I’m sure that means that I chose to leave. All the guards in this room would be on us in a second, I’d think. Judging from the few stabs you threw just now, if he can dodge all of them just by barely moving, what kind of chance do you have against ten of the guys around us, and the three in the hallway just behind me? If we did manage to get out, I’m sure it wouldn’t be just me that the Empire would be after. They'll be on your ass too. Seizing the chance wouldn’t be coming with you. Submitting now would bring a lighter punishment than being hunted for the rest of my life. Yeah, he was kind enough to offer us both this chance. I suggest you seize it." He finished sharply. There's no way the armored man could get away with attacking Darth Nar'ah. Not if Kaiser wouldn't even get away with attacking the people that guarded Darth Nar'ah.
Right?
His face twisted in more confusion, quickly throwing out two more questions. “How do you even know my name? How do I know I can trust you?” His eyes narrowed. He didn’t know what to expect when he sneaked into here, but he most certainly didn’t envision this. He also wanted to bring up the fact that when he asked Darth Nar’ah to teach him, he was threatened with death, but now that a guy with a green lightsaber spear showed up, he was offering to teach him, presumably himself. Quickly, he decided against it. It would likely serve to burn the fuse on Nar'ah's Sr.'s patience even faster than he could do just speaking how he normally does, given that not immediately answering his question hadn't already done that.
Then it hit him.
His face only softening a little, he asked. “Wait. Did you call him father? Don’t tell me we’re related too.” Darth Nar’ah did say that he had a lot of kids. Some he didn’t even know about. How many planetary alignments would have to happen for two of his kids to both seek him out. He came to another realization: This other guy immediately said he was taking Kaiser himself with him. Why would a half brother come for another brother?
"Take the mask and hood off."
Croaker
Little Horned Boy
Gazing at the drifter through their helmet, the Jedi was unreadable, a stalwart soldier. Had the helmet been absent, Senjak’s face would still have been equally expressionless. There was a powerful dispassion within the Jedi – a pungent absence – and only rarely did emotion find itself taking hold within Senjak. When it did, it was only ever a faint wisp of true feeling. Senjak was cold. Even now, in a room haunted by death’s shadow.
There are times when it is best to remain silent, times when answering someone’s questions only raises more. Sometimes, you let someone ask their questions, and if they start thinking enough on it, they’ll eventually come around to the right conclusion.
Senjak let their brother speak and ponder, and slowly Senjak could see realization take hold behind his eyes.
“I apologize Kaiser,” the Jedi spoke with detachment and neutrality, “but I will not be taking off my helmet. It is an unnecessary reassurance to a question you already know the answer to. You know who I am, brother. I see it behind your eyes, the same eyes that I share.” Senjak took a careful step towards Kaiser.
“I know we have just met, but I do wish you would put your faith in me, just as I have done in you. I would not have come here if I did not believe you would see reason, see that succumbing to the dark side of the force is a hellish road into treachery and despair.” A low sigh emitted from behind Senjak’s helmet. “That being said, I can also sense your stubbornness. You don’t believe we can make it off of Kaas, and you aren’t yet willing to put your life on the line for a cause you know nothing about. I suppose that’s a rational, though faithless, action.
“If that is the case, if you plan to submit and stay in Kaas, than I too must stay. To return without you would be to admit defeat. I would sooner greet death.”
Senjak paused, and looked downward. For a moment, the Jedi starred at their gauntleted hands, clenched them into fists, and then relaxed. The healer raised their gaze once more, met the gaze of Kaiser, and then of Shesun. “If Kaiser is to stay, so will I.”
shadowz1995
Amoeba of Wisdom
The Sith Lord watched the meaningful, albeit, short exchange the two siblings had with a great amount of interest. Not just because they were both his children but because of how alarmingly different they both were despite being twins. It was as if he had two children on opposite extremes of the force.
Admittedly, Shesun was far more interested in the prospect of Senjak becoming his pupil rather than Kaiser simply for the focus and experience they contained. The jedi teachings would be unbearably cumbersome to overcome but, just like with his most recent slave, learning of the ways Jedi's apply their abilities was always a good lesson. After all, the force doesn't really pick sides. Its those who wield it that make the sides.
"Very well." the pale man finally murmured. With a nod of his head, the Honor Guards around them quickly closed in to subdue the twins, wasting no time in completely disarming them and even going about removing their armor. "No need." Darth Nar'ah announced with a wave of his hand as they tried to remove the helmet of his Jedi offspring. There was no need for them to get off on the wrong foot either....
Once the two were restrained, his corrupted yellow eyes flicked down the hall to see the elevator coming up and an absolute storm of imperial boots thundering down the hallway ready to mow down the enemies of the Empire. "They are captured and will be dealt with swiftly by my hand. Send medics and clean-up. We have casualties and possibly wounded." The soldiers immediately obeyed and several began radioing in the situation while the rest swept and cleared the room, as was dictated by protocol. Two soldiers, one for each child, yanked both of the prisoners to their feet. They were not gentle about it and were not told to be either.
"Bring them to the Judicial Chambers. I will pass judgement on both of their heads with no witness. They deserve no trial and a hearing is being more than merciful for these scum." His heart weren't really in the words but then again, his heart was rarely in anything he said. This wasn't to say he didn't mean it necessarily but rather that Senjak had picked that up from him and the tones they spoke in were undeniably similar. Although, Kaiser certainly had his looks and his mother's eyes along with her stubborness.
The Dark Lord idly wondered how she was doing. He knew she was well off. Much better than most on that planet she loved. It had been awhile since he contacted her.... perhaps he would soon. Shesun thought about the potential "catch-up" chat while the twins were being hauled away and pubicly paraded to the Chambers to which, Shesun was well on his way to.
Longhead
Croaker
Admittedly, Shesun was far more interested in the prospect of Senjak becoming his pupil rather than Kaiser simply for the focus and experience they contained. The jedi teachings would be unbearably cumbersome to overcome but, just like with his most recent slave, learning of the ways Jedi's apply their abilities was always a good lesson. After all, the force doesn't really pick sides. Its those who wield it that make the sides.
"Very well." the pale man finally murmured. With a nod of his head, the Honor Guards around them quickly closed in to subdue the twins, wasting no time in completely disarming them and even going about removing their armor. "No need." Darth Nar'ah announced with a wave of his hand as they tried to remove the helmet of his Jedi offspring. There was no need for them to get off on the wrong foot either....
Once the two were restrained, his corrupted yellow eyes flicked down the hall to see the elevator coming up and an absolute storm of imperial boots thundering down the hallway ready to mow down the enemies of the Empire. "They are captured and will be dealt with swiftly by my hand. Send medics and clean-up. We have casualties and possibly wounded." The soldiers immediately obeyed and several began radioing in the situation while the rest swept and cleared the room, as was dictated by protocol. Two soldiers, one for each child, yanked both of the prisoners to their feet. They were not gentle about it and were not told to be either.
"Bring them to the Judicial Chambers. I will pass judgement on both of their heads with no witness. They deserve no trial and a hearing is being more than merciful for these scum." His heart weren't really in the words but then again, his heart was rarely in anything he said. This wasn't to say he didn't mean it necessarily but rather that Senjak had picked that up from him and the tones they spoke in were undeniably similar. Although, Kaiser certainly had his looks and his mother's eyes along with her stubborness.
The Dark Lord idly wondered how she was doing. He knew she was well off. Much better than most on that planet she loved. It had been awhile since he contacted her.... perhaps he would soon. Shesun thought about the potential "catch-up" chat while the twins were being hauled away and pubicly paraded to the Chambers to which, Shesun was well on his way to.
Longhead
Croaker
Longhead
hello?
"Why the hell would I put my faith into some guy who just hopped down from the ceiling?" Kaiser replied, taking a step back almost immediately after the man took a step closer, no matter how cautious the motion seemed to be. "I don't believe we can make off of Dromund Kaas because we can't. Of course I'm not going to put my life on the line for whatever cause you're talking about. What kind of defeat even entails going back to wherever you came from without me? You've known me for less than 5 minutes and you're spouting shit about how you'd rather die than leave without me. You don't know me." He finished sharply once more. Why was he trying to stick to him?
"If Kaiser is to stay, so will I." Kaiser said in a mocking voice under his breath. What was up with this guy? He wasn't even staying just so he would receive a less harsh punishment. He was staying because he himself was. Yeah, they might've been brothers, but they've only known each other for less than an hour and the armored guy was acting like they'd been inseparable their entire life. "I'd sooner greet death - my ass." He continued. What was he even going to return to? Probably the same place where he came from. He only knew that guys with lightsabers that aren't red come from some place. A core world. What was it called?
Croissant?
Imperial Trooper armor came off and on surprisingly easy. Kaiser felt that putting it on was difficult because of its heft. Maybe the honor guards were just that physically strong. He'd believe it. He'd taken a few hits from one of them before, and he was surprised he wasn't put to sleep immediately. He was glad that he kept his clothes on under the armor. He only realized how hot and uncomfortable it was wearing double layers like that until they took the armor off. Once they were finished, he was no later grabbed and pulled forcefully by two soldiers. He was tempted to tell them that he could walk himself to the Judicial chambers, but chances were he would not be able to find it given three days. This was also assuming that the soldiers would even listen to him.
As he was being pulled out of the room, he found time to look back at Darth Nar'ah, almost immediately thinking to himself that he needed some sunlight. The contrast between his hair and skin was an awful aesthetic. He looked at the armored figure. "Bud, what's your name?" He asked in a voice that contrasted heavily from his former, more aggressive tone. If he was going to be with this guy for who knows how long he might as well know what to call him. "That guy back there never married my mother, but oddly enough his last name is Nar'ah too. I'm guessing it's the same deal for you as well, right?"
"If Kaiser is to stay, so will I." Kaiser said in a mocking voice under his breath. What was up with this guy? He wasn't even staying just so he would receive a less harsh punishment. He was staying because he himself was. Yeah, they might've been brothers, but they've only known each other for less than an hour and the armored guy was acting like they'd been inseparable their entire life. "I'd sooner greet death - my ass." He continued. What was he even going to return to? Probably the same place where he came from. He only knew that guys with lightsabers that aren't red come from some place. A core world. What was it called?
Croissant?
Imperial Trooper armor came off and on surprisingly easy. Kaiser felt that putting it on was difficult because of its heft. Maybe the honor guards were just that physically strong. He'd believe it. He'd taken a few hits from one of them before, and he was surprised he wasn't put to sleep immediately. He was glad that he kept his clothes on under the armor. He only realized how hot and uncomfortable it was wearing double layers like that until they took the armor off. Once they were finished, he was no later grabbed and pulled forcefully by two soldiers. He was tempted to tell them that he could walk himself to the Judicial chambers, but chances were he would not be able to find it given three days. This was also assuming that the soldiers would even listen to him.
As he was being pulled out of the room, he found time to look back at Darth Nar'ah, almost immediately thinking to himself that he needed some sunlight. The contrast between his hair and skin was an awful aesthetic. He looked at the armored figure. "Bud, what's your name?" He asked in a voice that contrasted heavily from his former, more aggressive tone. If he was going to be with this guy for who knows how long he might as well know what to call him. "That guy back there never married my mother, but oddly enough his last name is Nar'ah too. I'm guessing it's the same deal for you as well, right?"
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Healer Senjak Nanogon Nar'ah
Senjak was stunned into silence by Kaiser’s abrasive words. Though the Jedi Knight took no particular offense to the venom, Senjak had to admit that they had been expecting more understanding from their brother.No matter. His words did not change the current event’s climate, and so Senjak let Kaiser’s statements roll over them like the lapping of water on a beach. Instead of responding, Senjak stood mutely in thought.
‘But I do know you, Kaiser Nar’ah. You are a fragment of me, long lost but finally found.’
‘I do know you, and in time you will know me too.’
As the strange figures in red approached Senjak and Kaiser, the Jedi extended their hands, offering up their lance to one guard and their shield to another. The objects were quickly removed from the Jedi’s person, followed by their medical supplies and communicator. After the removal of these objects, several of the guards flanked Senjak. The Jedi did not realize the guards’ intentions until their fingers began working the armor’s many releases.
Senjak felt a protest welling up inside them, but before they could find the words to speak, Shesun commanded the Honor Guards. They heeded their superior’s orders and ceased their removal of the armor. A faint wind of relief blew through Senjak, though they knew eventually the armor would have to be removed.
As the Imperial troopers came thundering down the hall and roughly began dragging the twins to their judgment, Kaiser turned to ask a question of Senjak. Once again, the Jedi found the faintest hint of surprise stir within them. His tone had changed so drastically in such little time.
Senjak responded without turning to look at Kaiser. Their voice was dispassionate and dreary. “Yes, I share a last name with both you and the Sith. I am Healer Senjak Nonagon Nar’ah of the Jedi Order, but you may call me Senjak, or any other inoffensive title you prefer. I believe you’ve used ‘Bud’, ‘masked figure’ and ‘some guy who just hopped down from the ceiling’ to address and describe me thus far. These are fine as well.”
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In... And out...
In... And out...
Slow were the breaths of the late Jedi. Eyes closed, legs crossed on the ground with a straight seated posture. Her body was there, in a dark, unused room but her mind was else where, searching for the old connection she had with the Force. She still had a close connection, but it was different, it was almost uncertain, skeptical with her. Shiva-Ra fought hard to maintain the relationship through periodic meditation, searching for answers. But in her search, her path was often blocked by the overwhelming power of Darth Nar'ah. It was like coming across a wall you know you could never climb over, and it always discouraged her. Fear has led a Jedi to their downfall before....
Shiva did her best to ignore it and keep her focus on the Force as a whole. Its reach was everywhere, all around her, good and bad, light and dark, in an eternal tug-of-war. She could feel it always, grabbing her by the arms and pulling her in the opposite direction.
'No,' her voice echoed in her thoughts, and her body let go of a sharp breath through her nostrils. The Light would surely win.
In the midst of her clouded view came something knocking. It grew louder and made itself more present until completely obstructing her vision. There were other signs of life around her. No not Nar'ah, or the guards, new ones, their alignments not yet tainted within the Force.
'Stay. Focused. Stay focused...'
She looked past the distractions, back to herself and the balance. Why was there a struggle now? As a padawan and knight, she had never experienced this sort of conflict between light and darkness. Suddenly the words of her late Master echoed, "Remember, every Jedi Master has been in your place." the voice had the same roughness as before only more ghostly ans etheral.
'Even now?' she questioned, confusion in her voice.
Again the distractions came knocking, but louder and more forceful and her focus whithered away like ash in the wind. Surges of Darth Nar'ah's strength came and went. His power was reaching her. What was he doing? The presences of the new life forms flickered as he did so, and one old one disappeared into the inescapable abyss of death, like feeling the warmth of a fire being put out. Hes hurting people...
Shiva-Ra's eyes opened, dragged back into the physical world. She stood up, and with a brisk, intentional pace followed the source of power. She didnt like when Nar'ah displayed his power against living beings, but for some reason was compelled to see what was going on for herself. Her eyebrows were pinched together, and she walked with purpose past guards and other men of importance to an elevator. Fiercely pushing the button to summon it. Shivara always thought of giving that man a piece of her mind, but when ever it came to, she always remembered he had the upper hand, and she had no place to do or say anything here.
A light blinked to signal her arrival, the doors parted and when she took one step forward she stopped with a gasp. Her courage, much like her meditation, had left her as soon as her green eyes landed on him. A young boy was at the mercy of her new master, the crackles of static echoed in the room, as neon purple and blue colors sporatically dances in Nar'ah's hand. 'He wouldnt kill him', Shivara tried to convince herself, knowing the complete opposite was the actual truth. But there was one less body she counted. Almost on command, a loud snap came from the ceiling, followed by a vent grate plummeting and crashing to the ground. From the dark hole emerged another tresspasser, landing effortlessly infront of the other, "Hello father."
'Father?!' Shiva's head snapped to Darth Nar'ah then back to the out spoken individual suited in armor, 'No I dont see it.'
The armored, mystery person declared his claim of the first boy behind him, how brave. Shiva-Ra's eyes glanced at Shesun to observe his response, but she quickly grew uninterested and quietly tried to move closer to get a closer look, with each step, the ends of her black, chiffon cape of her dress fluttered. Shiva stopped to stand directly in the center between two of the ten guards that were evenly spaced along the walls of the room. Her soft hands came around to fold together infront of her. She stood prim and properly, with her back straight and the rest of her body language quiet as to not disturb what ever it was that was going on before she practically barged in. Her dress was all black, the neckline reaching all the way up to her clavicles, and the only other skin showing were her bare arms. The dress fit snugly until it reached her small waist and then loosely cascaded straight down to the ground. Shiva kept the same hairstyle she (almost) always had, a long simple braid that reached down to the small of her back. Though as she watched the exchange, grew nervous, and moved the braid over her shoulder to play with.
Shiva-Ra, however was extremely interested in the armored rescuer. They were a Jedi she could sense it. The light within her blazed, and yearned to approach them, in hopes they could help with establishing a better reconnection with the Jedi teachings. She was rusty, and could use any bit of wisdom she could get her hands on, or vice versa. With the last few years of being submitted into slavery, this was the first time in a long time she felt her hope rekindle.
Her gaze went back to Shesun, 'But him.' Shivara had a hard time reading that man, to be fair he was still relatively new to her and has yet to figure him out. At times he was so free in permitting her to do virtually anything she wanted. But there were certain things he was strict on, and had certain limitations with. Once again, the former Jedi wandered around the room with her eyes and sighed, 'This is no place for a Jedi...'
The familiar cadence of marching troops gradually grew louder behind her once they stepped off the same elevator she had come in from. Her eyes narrowed, those troops annoyed her, they were just empty husks with no brain and just took orders. Thats all they did. She watched them march straight to the two young individuals and roughly take hold of them to exit the room. There was mention of judgement, and Shiva found herself slightly worried for the twins. What ever option they took from Nar'ah, it would end badly.....in her opinion.
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The guards hauled the siblings to their feet and wasted no time in escorting them down the very hall that Kaiser had broken through moments ago. Darth Nar'ah's eyes slid over each guard, fallen or otherwise, and regarded each of them with measured disdain. Not once, but twice had his Council Chambers been broken into through independent operatives. In rapid succession at that.... he would have to put the Honor Guards through their paces once more. It seems their skills and senses had dulled over the years of complacency.
Though....in their defense.... this was his children thet were talking about. Dissappointing or not, his children were never individuals to be trifled with.
The dark lord's new "pet", as some soldiers would say, had long since slipped into the room. Equally as long, Shesun had felt the turmoil within the woman. She had long since been fighting with herself and the teachings of the Jedi but since being here....since being with him.... it seems that struggle has been amplified. Other than being a strong force user and incredibly beautiful, the woman was....interesting. Compared to her previous masters, Shesun was benevolent. Despite being capable of dominating her mind with the force and turning her.... given time.... Shesun never attempted to sway her to one side or the other. In fact, he would allow her time for saber practice against his apprentices and there were few places she couldn't meditate to strengthen her bonds with the force. Multiple times he even offered his help, given the vast experience and talent difference between the two but she turned him down everytime. The suspicion still strong in her heart.
Watching the struggle within her was always intriguing. He imagined it would be the same with Senjak given time. In fact....
The Sith Lord pulled his hood back over his head and strode over to Shiva-Ra with completely muted footsteps. It was almost like he was levitating just above the surface. The Darth stepped close to whisper something to her in secret, "The one that catches your eye is indeed a Jedi and yes, they are both my children. Twins. Both very gifted and talented in the ways of the force. One with dark and one with light."
A pale hand reached out towards her to tuck a stray lock of brown hair back in place. "By all rights, both by the Empire and by my power, they should be executed immediately. Instead, they will share your fate. Free, yet imprisoned. I hope that my jedi kin will give you the answers and peace you have been searching for. I expect you can learn much from each other and from me. As I will also be learning from you."
Shesun took a step back and regarded Shiva-Ra for a moment before silently nodding his head in the direction the siblings were escorted earlier. "I permit you to watch the trial if you so please."
Moments later.....
There were two Judicial Halls for passing judgement upon those who were under suspicion of breaking Imperial law. The first was a grand chamber that could easily seat thousands within its walls. This was used for public trials and well documented by many. The other was much smaller....quieter. That was where the fast sentences were delivered. The ones no one spoke about or knew about.
The siblings were taken to the latter.
Once they entered its doors, the guards immediately performed an about face anc marched back the way the came. No honor guards were present either. Instead, two lightly armored figures, cloaked in black approached from the shadows and took over the escorting. Shiva-Ra would recognize them as two of the few apprentices Shesun kept and her sparring partners for whenever she was allowed that luxury.
The duo were quickly (and literally) forced to their knees by the cloaked figures, simultaneously breathing life into the red crystals in their sabers. The dim room was cast into the ominous red glow of the Sith. The trademark hum of ignited lightsabers was the only sound that echoed off the metallic walls. Shesun cast a glance at Senjak and wordlessly nodded towards them. He prevented them being stripped of their armor earlier to spare them the shame but it was time now. They knew they could not keep it on forever.
"You are both aware that I am well within my power to take both of your lives if I so wish it. You are also both aware I will not do that so long as you behave with respect and courtesy." The words were ended with the harsh touch of ice and a pointed look at Kasai before continuing, "You will both be enslaved. I will be both your father and your master. Kasai, you will be taught my ways as you are more in tune with the dark side. Senjak, you are free to learn the other side if you so wish. I believe Shivara and you will be fast companions in bondage."
"You will be drilled under my tutelage. Every single day. You are to follow everything I say without question. My word is quite literally law. You WILL obey Every. Single. Word. I. Say."
"Is that clear?"
Fluffy-Kat
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Though....in their defense.... this was his children thet were talking about. Dissappointing or not, his children were never individuals to be trifled with.
The dark lord's new "pet", as some soldiers would say, had long since slipped into the room. Equally as long, Shesun had felt the turmoil within the woman. She had long since been fighting with herself and the teachings of the Jedi but since being here....since being with him.... it seems that struggle has been amplified. Other than being a strong force user and incredibly beautiful, the woman was....interesting. Compared to her previous masters, Shesun was benevolent. Despite being capable of dominating her mind with the force and turning her.... given time.... Shesun never attempted to sway her to one side or the other. In fact, he would allow her time for saber practice against his apprentices and there were few places she couldn't meditate to strengthen her bonds with the force. Multiple times he even offered his help, given the vast experience and talent difference between the two but she turned him down everytime. The suspicion still strong in her heart.
Watching the struggle within her was always intriguing. He imagined it would be the same with Senjak given time. In fact....
The Sith Lord pulled his hood back over his head and strode over to Shiva-Ra with completely muted footsteps. It was almost like he was levitating just above the surface. The Darth stepped close to whisper something to her in secret, "The one that catches your eye is indeed a Jedi and yes, they are both my children. Twins. Both very gifted and talented in the ways of the force. One with dark and one with light."
A pale hand reached out towards her to tuck a stray lock of brown hair back in place. "By all rights, both by the Empire and by my power, they should be executed immediately. Instead, they will share your fate. Free, yet imprisoned. I hope that my jedi kin will give you the answers and peace you have been searching for. I expect you can learn much from each other and from me. As I will also be learning from you."
Shesun took a step back and regarded Shiva-Ra for a moment before silently nodding his head in the direction the siblings were escorted earlier. "I permit you to watch the trial if you so please."
Moments later.....
There were two Judicial Halls for passing judgement upon those who were under suspicion of breaking Imperial law. The first was a grand chamber that could easily seat thousands within its walls. This was used for public trials and well documented by many. The other was much smaller....quieter. That was where the fast sentences were delivered. The ones no one spoke about or knew about.
The siblings were taken to the latter.
Once they entered its doors, the guards immediately performed an about face anc marched back the way the came. No honor guards were present either. Instead, two lightly armored figures, cloaked in black approached from the shadows and took over the escorting. Shiva-Ra would recognize them as two of the few apprentices Shesun kept and her sparring partners for whenever she was allowed that luxury.
The duo were quickly (and literally) forced to their knees by the cloaked figures, simultaneously breathing life into the red crystals in their sabers. The dim room was cast into the ominous red glow of the Sith. The trademark hum of ignited lightsabers was the only sound that echoed off the metallic walls. Shesun cast a glance at Senjak and wordlessly nodded towards them. He prevented them being stripped of their armor earlier to spare them the shame but it was time now. They knew they could not keep it on forever.
"You are both aware that I am well within my power to take both of your lives if I so wish it. You are also both aware I will not do that so long as you behave with respect and courtesy." The words were ended with the harsh touch of ice and a pointed look at Kasai before continuing, "You will both be enslaved. I will be both your father and your master. Kasai, you will be taught my ways as you are more in tune with the dark side. Senjak, you are free to learn the other side if you so wish. I believe Shivara and you will be fast companions in bondage."
"You will be drilled under my tutelage. Every single day. You are to follow everything I say without question. My word is quite literally law. You WILL obey Every. Single. Word. I. Say."
"Is that clear?"
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