After Wash and Tirya left the room, Wash turned to Tirya, an expression of shock on his face.
"They're sending a kid straight into the lion's den. What the hell are they thinking."
Zarlak bowed but waited behind. 'This is going to be cool. I'm getting trained by someone who isnt a hologram and I'm going on a mission' Zarlak walked up to Asa "Master Asa. When are we going to begin the training?"
"As a wise Master once said 'There's no time like the present'." The master said as he walked over to the meditation mat and sat down leaving enougth space on the mat to allow Zarlak to sit infront of him. He signaled to zarlak telling him to sit in a meditation position facing him.
Aboard the Shadowed Balance:
Tysyacha's sightless eyes seemed to glow under her hood
with an excited infusion of the Force. "Wonderful!", she cried.
"These crystals will illuminate a blade that combines the blue
purity of the Light with the deep and passionate red of the
Darkness. Together, the Lawful Sith will have a keener and
more powerful blade than either the Jedi or the traditional
Dark Order have ever seen!" She smiled, feeling strengthened.
IG-12, the Zakonniye's loyal Assassin and Protocol Droid,
suddenly marched up to Dark Lord Elron and Tysyacha. He bowed.
"Excuse me, Masters," he began humbly, "but, if I may say, I am
glad that you have set a course for Dxun. The Jedi have sensed
the disturbance we've caused in the Force, and they're setting
their sights upon Korriban. Being Jedi, they fail to see things
'outside the box', as the organic saying goes. They won't
suspect Onderon's lovely jungle moon as our next base.
"Logistical Query," continued IG-12. "How do you intend to
feed and house so many apprentices? For our army, I mean.
Surely 420 soldiers is not a small number to accommodate."
"You're right, IG-12," said Tysyacha, "and thank you for
bringing that to our attention. Have you seen Apprentice
Kent and Apprentice Falya onboard? Please send for them.
Perhaps they have some ideas." The droid bowed and left.
(OOC: I've got an idea. How about, after the Lawful Sith
gather and regroup on Dxun, they come up with a plan
for Tysyacha's and Elron's ship, the Shadowed
Balance. Here's what happens: Everyone aboard,
or that volunteers to go aboard, is trained to feign
death or survive near-death like Krea did in KOTOR II.
The ship is then stealth-cloaked, and it enters Jedi
airspace as a "ghost ship," where the Jedi don't
think that anyone is aboard because they all have
Stealth Generators on. Once the Jedi board, then
the first battle begins! What do you think, everyone? ;))
(im kinda confused, i cant really tell whose is who, if someone can pm me who is who that would be great)
(OOC: Another idea--how about the Jedi "win" this RPG and do
both of the things they wanted? They redeem Tysyacha, Elron,
Kent, Falya, and Zarlak back to the Light, but as punishment for
their crimes, the Jedi put them to work rebuilding the galaxy.
Then, in the NEXT story after this one, KOTOR V, my last
one in the KOTOR series, something happens that both
Jedi and Sith would be horrified at--people who follow
the horrific path of Hunger and seek to draw all life into
themselves, whether it be dark or light in nature. The
Jedi and remaining Lawful Sith combine to fight this terrible
threat. They win, and the best part is coming up...
Our characters are put to sleep and wake up AFTER
Luke Skywalker has saved the galaxy in Return of the
Jedi! Thus paves the way for Star Wars: Episode 7!)
What do you think? :)
Sincerely,
Tysyacha
1st OCC yes.
2nd Occ yes!!!!!!!!!
((I would prefer that if this story is going so far as to having us step into the EU post-ROTJ, not to be a part of it. As for episode V, I'll be glad to join in. Hopefully as a major villain. :O Also, don't have IG-12 do stuff like: Mockery: "Oh master..." He's been made to handle stuff beyond that. ^_^ However, he can still act like HK. ))
(( First OOC: Excellent!
Second OOC: Even better!
Although...I'm not too sure that I'm going to let Elron be redeemed...at least not easily...))
Elron walked to a workbench in the room, and pulled out some tools, begining to dismantle his saber, install the new crystal, and then put it back together again. Finishing, he activated the blades, spinning them round and round in complex patterns.
Allowing the Force to control his blades, he moved with near-eye blurring speed, the new, red-violet blades creating a bubble of light around his figure. Stopping for a moment, he glanced at the blades and the hilt, looking over the weapon, then tossed it in the air, cought it neatly, and switched the beams off. "Nicely balanced...I would say that, perhaps, it is even better than my old crystal."
"Master Elron, if I may ask, may I keep your previous crystal? And you as well, Lady Tysyacha?" IG-12 asked monotonously.
"Hm? Why?" Elron said with a confused look in his eyes.
"When you gave me those pockets of spare time beforehand, I had been personally working on creating a prototype of a weapon design I had found. After downloading proper workbench abilities, I found that it was quite simple."
"Let me see those designs."
"Certainly," the droid said, with an almost proud sound in the background. He handed Elron a datapad and the two sith lords looked at it. A hologram appeared and revealed a strangely built blaster-like weapon. Upon looking at it from different angles, as well as the inner works, they handed it back. "While I studied several crystal formations I noticed that they had far more power than I could have possibly imagined. Sure lightsabers are deadly weapons, but far more deadly as I had once thought. With proper manipulation of it through a specially built blaster, one could create one of the most deadly ranged weapons ever to exist. Of course, I'm working on adding disrupter, sonic, ion, and et cetera versions of it. So, master, shall I have the crystals?"
Elron hesitated before calling the last pair of crystals from the compartment to his hand. Intoning his will in the Force, the crystals combined as the previous two pairs had done.
"That will be that last that we can make for now." Elron said, handing the datapad and crystal to the droid, "We've run out of crystals. Take care of that, Eye-gee."
IG-12 bowed before Elron and moved to the workbench and installed the crystal into the blaster. He then concealed himself in a training room and began trying out the weapon. Shortly after, a blaster shot broke through a wall next to Falya and Kent, nearly hitting them. "Oops, sorry about that masters. It seems that T8 forgot to reinforce this wall." He said, then quickly ran off, before Kent could attack him for nearly killing him and his ladyfriend.
Zaalbacca imidately got Roarboar's message.He got up and headed to The Undertaker, his ship,and said to him using the Force,"I'm coming Roarboar."He immidiatly lands on Dagobah and comes to his brother's aid."Good you came." Roarboar replied."I'd never miss the chance to kill a True sith." said Zaalbacca. A battle ensued and soon, the True Sith was slain. "I can't believe it. A True Sith in our galaxy." said Roarboar. "I know." said Zaalbacca. "We had better report this to the Jedi Council."
Sion's shuttle hovered over the dense foliage of the Dxun jungle, and brought his craft to a landing at one of the pads at the mandalorian base. He pressed a button, and his ramp descended. Groups of Dark jedi had already begun to arrive. Sion passed them , his stance carried an air of superiority about it. Many of the dark jedi trembled, and looked away, hoping not to find themselves in his grip.
He passed through the main courtyard, and proceeded to the command center. He kicked the door open, and entered none of the others had arrived yet. Sion took the opportunity, to center himself, and search through th force, for the answers to the darkness that he had become. He had not felt quite right since being "Healed", he felt a constant craving, but he knew not what for. He sat on the floor, and closed his eyes. He could hear the echoes of the dark, coming from a distance, but growing ever closer................
((Mace, if you aren't going to be serious, just don't post at all. Also, what, no details on their little battle against the "True Sith?" And no description of the Sith Lord whatsoever? I, quite frankly, am ashamed. :P))
((taken care of. no SPAM!!))
"As a wise Master once said 'There's no time like the present'." The master said as he walked over to the meditation mat and sat down leaving enougth space on the mat to allow Zarlak to sit infront of him. He signaled to zarlak telling him to sit in a meditation position facing him.
Zarlak sat down in the meditation position. 'I hope we're not just going to sit here like this. This is boring.' Zarlak thought but he didnt want to say anything incase Asa had somthing planned.
"This mission is important and the only way to accomplish this is to hide your true feelings from those who we are to infiltrate. I want you to use the force to do this, Once you beleive you have completed this task, come to training room 1. I will leave you to do this. " Master Asa explained as he left the room and headed to training room 1
"Wha.." Asa left before Zarlak could ask any questions.Zarlak hit the libary to find some holograms to help him gain this skill. It took three hour to ge the hang off. Zarlak entered training room 1
"Master Zaroke" said Zaalbacca."The thing I sensed was a True Sith. He was easily defeated. I don't understand why we didn't sense him sooner."
(talk sequence)(to self)
hhmmm, this isnt good, this is danger, i must help, i must, but what can i do?errrrrrr.....calm down alright lets think this through, true sith are back, theres going to be a conflict, conflict equals war, war means death and death means......the jedi, o no!
"yes zaalbacca i sensed it also, u must get back to the academy, we have to train together, learn more upon each other, we will grow stronger, stronger than any jedi here, we will be ready when the True Sith attack, we must be ready, get here asap, i must meditate on what we must do about this new threat
"Zarlak now its time to test your fighting skills." Master Asa said as he drew out two training vibro swords. He through one to Zarlak. "The chances of a battle is High so now we must train... Prepare yourself."
"Ok, Master Zaroke. I'll bring Roarboar to train with us." Zaalbacca replied. "I'll pilot The Undertaker towards your location." said Roarboar.
Zarlak smiled and got in a defence poistion, this is where Zarlaks skills where best at, dueling. His old master was a weapons master and had often crafted oddly shaped lightsabers. Zarlak keeps one of them allthough it's not functional, the lightsaber is sort of like a dogtag to Zarlak or a heirloom. His old master was the closet thing he had to a father but he disappered without a trace. Leaving his apprentice to learn from holograms and the odd jedi master had taught him somthing.
"Im ready"
(In advance planning that seems to be the way this RP works i think i should pretty much wipe the floor with Zarlak a few times in training, but later after you've converted we fight again, and as you're DS it's pretty much an even match up and we can deside that battles outcome nearer the time... I.e do you redeem, kill me, or i kill you. unless you have a better idea.))
(We'll cross that bridge when we get to it.)
(zarlak, ur on the light right?)
Anor Kon stared down at Dxun high above in his personal chromium starskiff, Anor could feel the growing presence of the darkside as he circled around the upper part of Dxun's hemisphere, until he decided to take an awkward dip torwards the planet. Anor held his breath for what seemed only as a second to him, but it was rather an hour as his ship hummed across the horizon. The hangar's large doors, begun to close as Anor drew near, many alarms and gadgets exploded in the cockpit of the ship as turrets, begun to swivel around to destroy the unidentified ship, but with a calm and fluid motion Anor brought his gloved hand across the controls and pressed nearly a dozen buttons to allow hisself of entrance to the camp. Anor slowly maneuvered the ship into the hangar..
Anor had already been noticed as the 'welcoming commitee' that consisted up to five warriors each weilding various lightsabers waited at the bottom of the ramp. Anor slowly stepped from the dark depths of the ship revealing the odd appearance of himself to the onlookers. Anor wore an mask that looked as if it had came out of an old carnival, only to top it off with a motley set of robes. The leader of warriors stepped forward as he begun to raise his crimson lightsaber well above his head attempting to strike the unarmed Anor Kon. Anor's right hand begun to twitch violently, causing the other warrior's to be dumbfounded as Anor sprung forward catching the attacking Warrior, by the face and with one swift movement he crushed the Sith's head into peices of gore and blood with his hand. The remaining Sith, begun to tremble as Anor reached up torwards his mask, but things only became weirder as Anor had two different eyes, one couldn't even be seen through the mask, but the other was a bright yellow and with a twitch as if the eye had just pulled a trigger of a gun the warriors fell limp to the ground only to be rendered unconcious.
Anor soon made his way through the courtyard, but he suddenly stopped as he felt a powerful Sith feet away from him. Anor turned in every direction to channel where exactly it was coming from and he soon found out and rushed torwards the doors leading torwards Sion he threw them open with a bang.
((So we're agreed i defeat you a few times in training then))
(zarlak, ur on the light right?)
(I am for now but I get turned to the dark side later)
((So we're agreed i defeat you a few times in training then))
(agreed)
Master Asa raised the training sword and moved forward a few steps and striked down at Zarlak.
"Master Zaroke?" shouted Roarboar."Master Zaroke?' yelled Zaalbacca.
Dark Lord Elron and Tysyacha's ship, the Shadowed Balance , had
finally landed upon the surface of Dxun. Syscha felt a wave of serenity
wash over her, the peace that only passion could bring. Here, she and
her Master would gather the Zakonniye Sithov, and with 420
Dark men and women at their side, they would plan their assault
upon Coruscant. Not to raze the Jedi Temple, no, but to turn it
into a place of power and forbidden knowledge. Like the Trayus Core.
Such a dark memory flitted across Tysyacha Dvukhsotnaya's consciousness.
"Master?", she almost whispered within the dark hull of the Shadowed
Balance. "I swore I've killed her, at my command, when I learned the
Nyv'takht technique upon Onderon. However, Darth Traya's shadow still
lurks in my head, and it's here. Have you heard wise men say that every
action merits an equal and opposite reaction?"
"Aye," said Elron, remembering this simple law of physics. "What of it?"
"I sense, through the Force, that the destruction of her soul requires
a price to pay. I have not paid it yet, even though she is truly no more."
Her husband knelt down beside her. "Syscha," he asked her, "why would
the Force require you to atone for crushing the soul of a dead woman
who wanted to destroy it? Even as a Sith, I know now that the Force
understands, and the Force forgives. Darth Traya either did not
realize a simple truth, or else she sought to blot it out of her mind.
This truth is that if she--and you--had succeeded in destroying
the Force, all life in the galaxy would have been utterly annihilated.
"You've saved the Force by killing Traya, and not wounded it further.
Do not torture yourself by imagining all the 'what ifs' that Jedi with a
guilty conscience are so subject to. What do you think shall occur?"
Tysyacha closed her eyes. "The assault will go so well, be so flawlessly
right, until a certain point. At that moment, all will turn out wrong."
Dark Lord Elron kissed her tenderly. "You are so like that seer, that
Visas Marr you've spoken of but neither of you can see everything.
Don't you worry. As soon as our soldiers arrive, you'll be reassured again."
(Tysyacha check ur messages!)
Sion rose and turned to face the strange looking being, who had entered the command center, and disturbed his meditation. "Why have you disturbed me." Sion growled.
((Tysyacha check your PMs))
Anor Kon stood as still as a statue inside the command center, suddenly Sion's own voice came from Anor's mask,"Why have you disturbed me."Anor was simply toying with Sion, and Anor attempted to push Sion's temper more, by insults,"I'd expect one of the three so-called Sith Lords to be..taller."
Anor said with an voice as terrible as Nehilus (sp?), but able to make out the words of, and with that Anor crossed his arms and begun to humm an old tune he heard of an unsuspecting Republic soldier he had slain in the earlier years..
After Wash and Tirya left the room, Wash turned to Tirya, an expression of shock on his face.
"They're sending a kid straight into the lion's den. What the hell are they thinking."
Tirya nodded. "If we weren't already on the Council's bad side, I would have said something."
She looked away and sighed. "Are they trying to drive him to the Dark Side?"
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Falya watched Kent in practice for a moment before clearing her throat. "Train with me," she said. "Let us get to know one another better through fighting."
Master Asa raised the training sword and moved forward a few steps and striked down at Zarlak.
Zarlak jumped backwards to avoid the blow. He quickly jumped fowards and counter-attacked.
(Lets say Im hard to beat and thats one of the reasons im going on this mission)
"Master Zaroke?" shouted Roarboar."Master Zaroke?' yelled Zaalbacca.
Yes i am here, i will wait in training room #4 for you
"We will see you there." said Roarboar.Whan they arrived, they saw Zaroke meditating."Let's get started." said Zaalbacca.
Sion stared intently at this new intruder, and smiled. "So you would seek to goad me, by bringing out my rage. Its always there, festering beneath my surface. Tell me why are you here, do you seeke to serve, or to fight."
As several ships descended from the atmosphere, Elron stood atop the roof of the main compound, looking over the arrivals of the new Lawful Sith army. The wind swirled around him, lifting the edge of his cloak and causing it to flutter out behind him. The sun was randomly blotted out and revealed by large, dark clouds that began to scuttle across the sky. He could see lightning away in the north.
He sensed his wife coming up behind him.
"They're making good progress." he said, continuing to watch the many Dark Jedi filter through into the compound, "The officials that Sion posted have been directing them with more orginaization than I thought possible at the moment. Perhaps they're not as incompitent as I first suspected."
"When do you think they will be ready to attack the Jedi?" Syscha asked.
Elron put an arm around her, pulling her close. "Soon, my love, soon. But we must not be too hasty, for haste often breeds failure."
She turned to him, laying her hands on his chest and looking into his eyes. She slowly lowered his hood. "And then," she said, "We will establish a new Order for the galaxy, in which love rules above all else."
"Aye," he said as her hood fell back as well, "For love can conquer all." he finished in a whisper as they drew closer. Their lips met in a passionate kiss...
Love conquers all...
Anor Kon cackled as Sion finished talking, his horrorific laugh caused hair-line fractures in the objects close to him, and then he begun to speak, "Don't take me as a fool, Sion if I was to fight, i'd be killed in a minutes notice, by the 'unorganized' Sith batallions you have at your disposal, so therefore i've came to aid the Sith in their mission to destroy the Jedi once for all.." Anor stepped forward torwards Sion seeming to be quite tall compared to him, and with a slight whisper,"Even, if you slained the pathetic excuse of a Sith Lord Revan, that doesn't mean you can slay me."
Sion looked at amusingly at the strange figure. "Proud words, but ive heard them all before, from countless victims accross countless planets. Tell me ......friend.....who are you? You seem familiar to me?" Sion arrogantly folds his arms accross his chest, and smiles a dark sinister grin.
Anor stood stiffly for a moment, but then he rolled his head around his neck, causing loud popping sounds as he moved his head around,"Yet, Sion you seem to beleive you can overcome anything with the use of the force, Revan was a mere puppet to give you that arrogance you rest on your shoulders everytime you come near someone else." Sion lost Anor's attention as soon as Anor caught eye of the radar devices mounted on the wall."My name is Anor Kon, neither Sith nor Jedi, I follow my own path..the path of the grey..I fight for what I think is right..not under the influence of someone else..ecspecially you Sion..and how am I familiar to you?" His back was now turned to the Sith Lord, because he was looking over the charts and other data files that littered the screens.
"Trial by fire is one thing, but this is throwing the kid into a volcanoe. " Said Wash.
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On Dexus Kent stood with Falya, looking at the new recruits get organized.
"Ah, the pitter-patter of little feet scurrying about preparing for war."
Love conquers all...as my Master conquers me--again!
Tysyacha sighed in happy surprise as she melted in her Dark Lord's
arms. Her head rested on his chest, tanned and battle-scarred from
his many fights with the Jedi. He was the only person Syscha would
remove her silk veilhood for, would let see her white, sightless eyes.
Elron felt his wife's pain and her passion deep inside his body. He
wished Sion would not have blinded her, but even more, he wished
Syscha were both granted physical sight and Force Sight. He smiled.
"Exile," he whispered, "Darth Traya was right. You are more rare than
you know." He tousled her golden-brown hair. "Except you want to
keep the Force intact." Elron chuckled darkly. Kreia had been a fool.
If she had succeeded, she would have died, along with the universe.
Her apprentice's wounded heart and soul were now being healed.
Outside, the fleets of Zakonniye ships descended upon Dxun.
*****************************
When Elron and Tysyacha had awakened, washed, and dressed,
they strode out to meet their followers. Not with the arrrogance of
overconfident and traditional Sith warlords, but with a calm respect,
a humility that valued each soldier's life as much as each general's.
"Wait," hissed Syscha, feeling a pull in the Force. "Where is Sion?
We should not greet our Zakonniye without him. He is third
in command to us both, and how would the Lieutenant feel if he
could not address his future apprentice assassins?" Elron nodded.
He followed Tysyacha, who stared ahead hypnotized like a gazelle
gazing towards the sun. Something was wrong with her, and the
Dark Lord of the Lawful Sith trod with cautious steps. He felt like
any beast would alarm her out in this great jungle, and if it did, her
fury and anxiety would spring to the surface and rip it to shreds.
They both reached the command center. Sion was here, and a--
"Who are you?" Tysyacha's whisper was both soft and chilling.
"I am Darth Dvukhsotnaya, and this is my master, the Dark Lord
Elron. We are the Imperator and Imperatrix of the Lawful Sith,
known as the Zakonniye Sithov in my native tongue."
Too many words--more matter, Syscha, less art, she
thought. However, at the same time she realized this man,
whoever he was, could not be bored by words of any kind.
He was only bored by the self-righteous ones, those who
would remain complacent in their pampered lives and never
take action against the threats that haunted them most.
(OOC: jokemaster, I love what Kent says about 'the pitter-
patter of little feet'! *LOLOLOL*)
Anor Kon had finally turned around to face Sion and with a low menacing voice,"Your former master Darth Traya, attempted to destroy the force, but her arrogance lead to her downfall, but i'm starting to beleive your downfall would be the same as that b!tch." Anor Kon swung on his heel to face the door as the other two Sith Lords would come in with such the door that swung open made an strong enough breeze to blow the motley set of robes he wore into an odd match,"Ahh..so now I finally meet the three Sith Lords in person..Many would think this is an honor, but I think this is a tragedy, indeed." He ignored the exilie's question as he moved torwards the other side of the Command Table and he begun pressing buttons, practically ignoring the Sith Lords..