Game Star Wars Judgment Day: Part III of the Prelude to Requiem

[Zareel Jhenan´doka]

IC: Knight Zareel Jhenan’doka
Lady Kolasi’s Freighter

Zareel was curled up on the seat, her feet propped up and her knees tucked up under her chin. In her right hand a metallic flask was dangling from two of her fingers after she had drank half of it while waiting for some news on their mission.

The sudden and annoying voice of the admiral caught her attention. ‘How can a ship get so close to a complete fleet without anyone detecting it?’ She thought to herself. However, any possible answer made the situation more disturbing; especially considering what they were supposed to deal with, at least according to what Kain had let them know.

Lady Kolasi had requested further recollection of data of the unknown ship before launching any movement from their side; that was a relief, as much as how she explained her posture in this two or three sided 'conflict'.
As far as Zareel could reason, the Dark lady just wanted to preserve in one piece the galaxy where she (and all of them) lived; for a start, that seemed enough. "My lady, I don't think that any of us wants to go against any of them; and innocently neither I would like to think they actually are one against the other or we would end up quite kriffed, if you excuse the language."

While they waited for a reply from the fleet, she took another small sip; relishing on the warm feeling while she could. “If you think this is a trap clap your hands~” the balosar ironically softly sang while tapping twice with the tip of her metallic finger against the flask.

There was no other way but considering this contained all the possible red flags to make their wait more complicated.



Tags: @Darth Kain, @skira, @Darth Voxyn,@Arach, @Cardun Vrek, @Drakul_Xarxes

 

[Mihi Gaudens]

Sweat had poured down her backside drenching her training gear.
Her white hair was now a dishevled disaster. Several strands of hair had escaped her braid, clinging to her neck and face. She didn't really care about her appearance right now she was learning a valuable lesson in combat training. Her father would be disappointed if he were present, watching her. All he would notice is imperfections. That made her laugh.
It was her first match up since a friend had made her body whole again using Sith magics. She flexed the arm again, sturdy as ever.
Mardinga had been a formiddable opponent, he had truly given her a run for her money. She bowed to him as they had been commanded to switch opponents now.
Bending down she touched her toes. Her calves grew taught a moment. Standing back up straight she nodded and twisted her upper body. A slight cool down before getting into the next match.

Looking over her new opponent she assessed that she would start this match with taking a stance that would leave her opponent questioning her moves.

Squatting with her buttocks nearly touching her heels resting her elbows on her hips, hands hanging down between her legs, holding her lightsaber turned off awaiting the first strike from her opponent.

This stance took little energy on her part.

With ease she began building a wall of nonsensical thoughts as a mental shield against any who may try to enter it.
Some of the thoughts were just giant what if spirals of her mind that kept her up at night. Like what if she had been a better child?
What if she hadn't killed her mother? What if she hadn't so long ago cut her arm off? Eh, it didn’t matter really. Nothing in the past did.

Shii-cho-1
Ataru-1
Mental shield-1

 

[Voidwalker]

IC: Voidwalker, Cursed Champion of the Stars
The Howling Hawkbat, Nar Shaddaa

"The years have not been kind to you, have they? But then again, when have they ever been?"

Kain's words echoing in his mind. It hadn't been years since that conversation, and time still had not been kind to him. It had been weeks since the day that he'd answered the call of Kain, the same day he also said goodbye to his wife. The memory of his wife and daughter weighed heavily on him, but it was a burden that he alone bore. Knowing that he was doing all that he could to prepare and to keep them safe made the long days and sleepless nights worth it.

For weeks he had been here, preparing for the inevitable. The Old One's. The subject of ancient myths and legends, the same Old One's that now looked forward to marching on this galaxy and leaving it in ruin. It was never a question of if the great threat came, but a question of when it would come. Regardless of when that time would be, Voidwalker was determined to be as prepared as he could be. That's why he'd chosen to remain on Hastur with Kain.

Weeks of training like he'd never trained before. He was used to pushing his body past its limits and growing in strength, but Kain's training was completely different and grueling. Despite their friendship or the fact that Voidwalker had pledged himself to Kain, Kain's lessons were wicked and cruel. It had been exactly what Voidwalker needed. Kain had become his very own pool of knowledge, and he soaked up every bit of it that he could from the Beloved King. The techniques he learned and the power he gained was incredible, Kain was a font of Power like no other.

This is what it had all led up to, finally Kain's plans on attempting to make peace was close at hand. Voidwalker held his head high as made his way to the Howling Hawkbat, a perfect spot for a secret meeting hidden in plain sight. No guards, soldiers, or warriors accompanied him, he walked by himself through the doorway of the cantina. Pandora and two other Hasturian's had arrived shortly before him. Given their size and their strides it was no surprise they got there first. Voidwalker nodded to Pandora and the guards and then took his place next to her. They stood side by side as a united front as the representatives for the Beloved King.

Others made their way in, the Jedi that Voidwalker had spoken with directly on Denova, the Jedi Battlemaster Sho Temm. His companion was another that Voidwalker recognized. He'd been with Sho and his Padawan in the Cantina on Denova before it exploded. It seemed that the Jedi Grandmaster had opted to send representatives in his place. Disappointing but not unpredictable, especially with the Jedi being in possession of Kain's children. The King of Onderon, Avery arrived with his guard detail. A nice touch of home. Surprisingly he was without his wife.

Where is Sol? I would have thought she would have been here. This is beyond odd, Sol and Avery are rarely separated especially with her being pregnant. I don't like this, but nonetheless Avery will be fine and protected.

Other no names, those pretending to have some sort of power also showed up, seemingly all invited by Kain. It was a waste, if they didn't hold any real substantial power then they were simply a waste of space by being here. However one such individual that had made a name for himself had arrived. Lord Huskac. Or rather Emperor Huskac he preferred to call himself. Voidwalker didn't know much about him other than Kain had made mention of him and his conquests. It seemed he was either a truly capable individual to rise to his power, or a lucky fool. It was too early to tell, but either way he'd been victorious so far.

The last to arrive were the members of the Final Sith Order. Empress Hesper actually decided to show up in person. It could have been seen as a bold move, her actually showing up. Then again Hesper was a bold woman. It had been years since the fabled butcher turned Empress and Voidwalker had seen one another, let alone been in the same room. And now here they were on opposing sides, fate was funny that way. Accompanying her was Lady Makaria, former apprentice to Kain and a Dark Lady of Hesper's Dark Council. She had been a vital part in setting up this summit. It was impressive that she had gotten Hesper to agree, it was easy to see why she had solidified her position. Also joining Hesper and Makaria was Lord Voxyn. He'd been on Denova when everything went to hell, so it made sense as to why he had been chosen to join Hesper.

At least this time he isn't wearing that ridiculous get up and his feet are covered. I could go a lifetime without ever having to see those hideous feet again.

As everyone had come in they all took their respective seats around the meeting table, while any followers were left to stand around them. Voidwalker had taken his seat next to Pandora as Kain's representatives. Once everyone was settled in, Voidwalker rose to his feet to be the first one to speak to the gathered party.

"Welcome everyone, for those of you who do not know me, my name is Voidwalker and this is my associate Pandora." He said as he gestured towards the large Hasturian woman. "We are here on behest of The Beloved King of the Stars, Kain. Our King has appointed us to speak his will and on his behalf, but don't be concerned, you will all have the chance to speak your mind. We only ask that everyone remember to keep this hospitable, there's no need for senseless bloodshed here. We all want the same outcome. With that said I will allow my associate here to address you all."

With that Voidwalker returned to his seat, a feeling of both pride and democracy falling over him. For an individual who would at one time been more eager with killing everyone present, he felt that he'd gained more knowledge from Kain than even he initially thought.

The opening move has been made, now to wait and see who makes the next move.

TAG: @Darth Kain, @corinthia, @Helkosh, @Darth Voxyn, @Cardun Vrek, @Dark Lady Makaria, @skira

 

[Mardinga]

IC: Mardinga
Location: Sith Temple Pyxis

"ENOUGH"

The commanding voice called Mardinga into a state of waiting. His lightsaber hummed loudly in his ears as he nearly held his breath in anticipation of the next order. A new pairing was what came and he blinked in disbelief. His new opponent stood and morphed before his eyes. What was once a fairly standard looking droid now glared at him with a hatred hundreds of years in the making.

'A zabrak?'

The apprentice thought to himself as he tried to figure out why this face seemed so familiar. As Mardinga continued to concentrate on PROXY, was it even still the same enemy, his eyes began to hurt. He knew he had seen this face in his studies. The name came into his mind like a whirlwind.

"Maul"

He said this nearly imperceptibly as he pulled himself into a Niman stance. He was on the verge of exhaustion after the day spent in hard training. Unlike his fellow apprentices he was about to train against a machine that has no signs of nor reason to be worn down. He decided to go on the offensive as a preliminary guard against over exhaustion.

With the face of an ancient Sith looking at him, Mardinga rushed forward at the command.

"Begin!"

His typical style of stand back and launch spells didn't appear like it was going to be effective during this sparring session. That caused him to try something more Niman and use his telekinesis to push his opponent off balance in order to capitalize on the situation.

His concentration caused his vision to break again.

'OK, lead me to victory.'

He thought while pushing outwards towards his opponent. This time was different though. His vision didn't arc on his opponent, it showed a pathway around the training grounds. This mildly confused the Teevan but he didn't question it as he took the first circular step outlined.

Powers Used:
Telekinesis 1
Niman 1
Shatterpoint (innate uncontrollable) 1



TAGS: @Mihi Gaudens @Darth Kain @Sharkish’Ki

 

[Darth Voxyn]

IC Vitani
Lady Kolasi’s Freighter

Vitani listened as orders were sent out and then promptly rejected. An unknown ship had been found amongst the fleet, and they had been ordered to investigate it, to which Lady Kolasi had immediately replied that she would not be setting foot on the ship until someone else investigated it first. Apparently, one of the most powerful Sith in the Order was scared of ghost ships, but Vitani couldn’t really argue against Kolasi’s decision considering Kolasi could likely easily kill her, so she just listened as she spoke to the rest of the Sith present.

She spoke about Denova, Vitani hadn’t been there, but her brother had told her about what had happened when he was there. She spoke of not wanting to take sides, preferring they work for the betterment of the galaxy instead of individual sides, and not wanting life as they knew it to end. After that, the Knight that was with them spoke to Kolasi before taking a drink and quietly singing and clapping to herself.

“What…” Vitani began to say to the knight, noticing the flask she was drinking from. Is she getting drunk while on a mission? “What are you drinking?”

TAG: @Darth Kain @skira @Cardun Vrek @Zareel Jhenan´doka @Arach @Drakul_Xarxes

 

[Sharkish’Ki]

IC: Death Apprentice Sharkish’Ki
Location: Sith Temple, Pyxis


Sharkish’Ki’s thighs burned inside and out. The lactic acid buildup, coupled with the cold breezes that shredded icy talons across his wet legs made this training session particularly grueling.

And he relished in it.

He reached to his shoulders, uncoupling the simple clips that held his cloak across his broad shoulders. It slumped to the ground, half sodden with slushed mud, before he stepped to its side, beginning to circle his new target. His breaths were deep, sending out great plumes of vapour, as if to give body to the spirits of the old Sith that trained here before him.

His opponent, Mihi, was lithe, and almost mottled into their surroundings like an amateurish chameleon, save for flecks of red, and their eyes. His brow furrowed further as a gust as cold as night crept up behind him, willing him to drive forward. And so he did. Anger and disappointment welled within him as he replayed the final moments of Oasis in his mind.

A fallen comrade on the gravcart before him, and a shuttle departing without them. A visage of disgust spread across his face, as the honor of allies disappeared into the atmosphere.

The same disgust fuelled his movements now, as he flourished his blade. Now was not a time for honor. He didn’t owe anything to this Acolyte. He could feel his rage, and now all he wanted was to unleash it. They would endure it, if they could, or be put down until they learnt to.

Sharkish’Ki whipped a claw-like grasp at his fallen cloak, now some paces away from him, and threw it at them with the Force, distracting and obscuring their vision, before charging at them with unnatural speed. Rapid, surefooted strides that splashed effortlessly through icy puddles closed the distance, culminating with a powerful downward slash that would cut them clean in two, from left collar to right hip if they failed to defend. The blades may have been set to non-lethal, but his intent was far from it.

Tags: @Mihi Gaudens @Darth Kain @Mardinga

Powers used:
Telekinesis - 1
Force Speed - 1
Djem So - 1

OOC: Mihi, please don’t forget to use the “@“ and tag us. There’s so many great posts here, I’d hate to miss yours.

 

[corinthia]

IC: Empress Hesper
Peace Summit - Howling Hawkbat - Nar Shaddaa

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A vile hive of scum and villainy, that's what Nar Shaddaa was. What an absolute treacherous place to be on any regular Taungsday, let alone for a peace summit between all the powers that mattered in the galaxy. Violent, dirty, raunchy, and shockingly perfect neutral ground. But, regardless, Hesper's expectations of this event were so low the bar was practically under the Hawkbat's bar.

The Empress and her retinue were last to arrive, entering the establishment silently save for the scuffle of the Hesperian Guardsmen's boots. All were extraordinarily out of place: the Guardsmen's long tunics and veiled heads made them a spectacle for any regular patrons, and the cadre of three priestesses surrounding Hesper looked like ghosts in their silvered veils which covered their full bodies, save for hands clasped before themselves. The only one who seemed to fit was the Empress herself, who wore an elegant and long gown of shimmering Hesperian emerald, which reflected the neon lights of the pleasure moon like a dance club's mirror ball. Upon her head was the thorny Crown of the Imperatrix, a stark reminder of her station.

She earned a few nods and bows as she entered; she herself returned these with nothing more than a gentle, sweeping gaze. She took her place, sitting with grace and dignity in a place that had none, and then the one she recognized as Voidwalker began to speak. He was with that Hasturan woman who had come to her palace on Pyxis-- after a few words, he turned the floor over to her. Hesper's eyes imperceptibly narrowed: a moment of presaging crossed her mind. What an interesting event this would shape up to be...

TAG:
@Darth Kain, @Voidwalker , @Helkosh, @Darth Voxyn, @Cardun Vrek, @Dark Lady Makaria, @skira

Powers used:
Precognition - 5​

 

[Darth Kain]

GM UPDATE

IC: Apollo
Within the Jedi Temple, Tython

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The Jedi Knight’s utter lack of awareness, combined with Brooke’s playful remark on it, was enough to make Apollo smile. If only for a moment. The cryptic words of hers that followed reminded him of the danger that now seemed to lurk just outside the temple walls.

He did not know much about his father. His mother, though he had mostly faint memories of her, would often speak on how much of a hero Kain was. How he had sacrificed himself for the good of all the galaxy. But that never made much sense to Apollo. The concept of death was something he did not really understand, and hearing that someone could come back from it made it seem even stranger. What even was it if it didn’t matter? Or did it? It mattered to mama all those years.

Eva, on the other hand, would often tell stories of their father’s inability to accept the galaxy for what it really was. How he would do anything to shape it exactly the way he saw fit, even if that wasn’t for the good of everyone. Apollo didn’t know much about that, either. The bounds of reality were something that he was only barely beginning to explore. Imagination and fairy tales were almost inseparable from the real world at his age, and with the stories of his father circulating through his little mind, reality and nightmares were all the same.

“I don’t want to be here,” Apollo said. He turned to the Jedi Knight. “Can we go somewhere safe?”

TAGS: @Undying Master Xiannarr, @Catalyst

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IC: Kain, the Beloved King of the Stars
The Jedi Temple Entrance, Tython

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He had half a mind to grab his young Devaronian companion by the horns and rip his head clean from his shoulders for the insolent jabs. But rationality was something that he forced himself to still possess, and upon hearing Samael speak to the guards, he understood what the little pyromaniac was going for. Kain had grown up watching old detective holovids, and the good cop/bad cop routine was a common staple in such filmography. Since Kain had obviously taken the role of heel in this introduction, Samael had naturally turned face, speaking calmly and reasonably. It was uncharacteristic for someone that liked to baptize individuals in fire, but Kain understood it nonetheless.

The guards had no real chance to respond to Kain’s fury or Samael’s reason, as the Grandmaster of the Jedi Order heeded Kain’s warning immediately.

“No need for the ‘Lord’ honorific,” Kain said. “It’s ‘King’ now.”

He smirked. “And you’re right. My goal isn’t bloodshed. You will forgive my aggression, Jedi, as your Order does not have the best track record in keeping to your peaceful ways when I am concerned.” Memories of a Jedi warship bombarding his home were still fresh in his mind, as if it’d happened only months ago instead of years. “I have come here because you are aiding and abetting the kidnapping of my son, and I am offering a chance to negotiate for his safe return. I’d prefer if we did that within your Temple, where the calming aura of the Light might improve my mood.” The implication was laid out plain as day to one as wise as Durron. If Kain was forced to continue this conversation outside any longer, he was going to make good on his threats.

TAGS: @Darth Nathemus, @Hadzuska_The Jester

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IC: Pandora
The Howling Hawkbat, Nar Shaddaa

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Sitting in a chair larger than the rest, Pandora looked on at those that surrounded her.

Lady Makaria was an ally of Kain’s, and though it was subtle, her body language made it clear that she was conflicted between her Empress and the Beloved King of the Stars. Pandora did not understand such conflict.

Hesper was a woman that believed herself infallible and sane, despite her prolonged use of Darksight and other maddening Force abilities. Her King, on the other hand, was willing to admit his struggles despite his heritage, and such things were respected among the Hasturan people. Acknowledgment of weakness was a sign of strength, and as far as Pandora had seen from afar, Hesper displayed no weakness. Perhaps that was because any sign of such would be pounced upon by the jackals she ruled.

The King-Consort of Onderon seemed to purposefully be looking away from anyone and everyone, only ever bowing to the Empress and not addressing any of the others here. Odd. Kain only spoke highly of Sunka and his wife, and his refusal to even meet Voidwalker’s gaze was troubling. She worried not about Kolasi’s absence. She worried about Avery’s absence of respect.

The Jedi, a Kel-Dor and a human, were soft and squishy. They were entirely too pleasant about this business for her liking, though she’d heard most Jedi were like that.

The vile creature known as Huskac was a periphery threat, but one that Pandora refused to ignore. A lifetime of surviving in a harsh winter taught her that not every animal grew weak in the cold. Some used it to their advantage. And Huskac was a bird of prey, feeding off the carcasses of the Federation in his attempts to claim power. That hunger would not exclude Kain’s Kingdom or the Final Sith Order. Not for long.

The one known as Darth Voxyn lent one of the Empress’ guards his spear, seeming to be rather cautious with it. With how well-kept his appearance was, he probably was worried his fancy little stick would break at the slightest touch. He was of little worry to Pandora.

And then there was Voidwalker, playing the role of the kind diplomat. She could tell he was not used to it. But when he offered her the floor, she wasted no time taking hold of it.

“Many of you remember well the horrors of the True Sith Invasion, but not many of you know who led their endless hordes. Propagandists from many nations conjured conflicting stories. Some claimed that the Left-Handed God was a demon summoned by the True Sith, meant to serve them in their conquest of the galaxy. Others claimed that he was a mere façade, and that the True Sith were alone in their desire to destroy the universe. Only those in the highest ranks of the Jedi and Sith of the known regions know the real truth. Typhojem is but one of the Old Ones, ancient entities not from this dimension, and he was the one that led the True Sith in their desiccation.

“And though you all were able to defeat him and scatter what little remained of his forces, he is not the last of the Old Ones. He was accompanied to this galaxy by his brother, Mnggal-Mnggal. Be thankful that my King took care of him early, as his survival would have damned your cause even with the discovery of the Mortis Dagger’s connection to Typhojem.”

Her eyes fell briefly on the woman responsible for that discovery, but turned away just as quickly. “There are other Old Ones that yet remain, and they wish to capitalize on the wars that you all have initiated. Ooradryl and his brood seek to lead the charge. They are known for devouring far more worlds than Typhojem ever has, beyond in the realm of Illathurion, and they have no blades that their spirits are conveniently bound to.

“My King also fears the potential interference of one known only as the Father of Shadows, who has already sent his Shadow Beings to infiltrate and deceive us all. Even the visions received by the greatest seers in the galaxy cannot be trusted.”

Sho Temm let out a hmph at the notion, but said nothing. Pandora paid him little mind.

“It is they who have turned so many of you against my King, and he only wishes for us to unite against this threat before it is too late.”

TAGS: @corinthia, @Helkosh, @Voidwalker, @Darth Voxyn, @Cardun Vrek, @Dark Lady Makaria, @skira

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IC: Kain, the Beloved King of the Stars
Veeshas Tuwan, Arkania

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Khatt seemed to stay silent through the ordeal, deciding to absorb the information given by Xarxes rather than dare interrupt. Kain, on the other hand, was quick to do so.

“Why?” he asked. “Why would I want to recall her?”

And yet, he did all the same. His thoughts on her were conflicted, fractured, broken. And that was before he began to challenge the limits of his sanity by abusing so much of his own power. He’d loved her for years. Despite her absence in his life, she still guided him in her own twisted way. Without her, he would've never become the Beloved King of the Stars. But to learn that Abeloth was but a shattered piece of a whole, and to sense that another of those pieces had betrayed him just moments before his death… To say that his memories of her had been soured would be the understatement of the millennium.

TAG: @Drakul_Xarxes, @Jen’nu

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IC: Damian Kento
Sith Temple Courtyard, Pyxis

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Mardinga had been the first to strike his opponent this time. A blast of telekinetic energy slammed into the holographic form of Darth Maul, sending the horned zabrak skittering backward. But as Mardinga began to find his path to what he perceived as victory, such sweet dreams turned to ash in his mouth. The stone he’d stepped on shifted ever so slightly when he put his weight on it, twisting his ankle in an awkward jolt of movement. Pain shot up his leg, and putting any more weight on that foot would surely worsen whatever injury he’d sustained.

But even without the Force, the PROXY droid sensed Mardinga’s moment of weakness. Eager to get some measure of revenge, the droid drew on Maul’s knowledge of the powerful lightsaber form of Juyo. It dove forward, its double-bladed training saber spinning ahead of its zabrak form like a dervish, striking Mardinga multiple times in the blink of an eye. Whatever pain he’d felt from his ankle only compounded with the multitude of blows he’d just received. Any more agony would risk him falling unconscious.

Meanwhile, Mihi decided to allow Sharkish’Ki a moment to attack. A decision that both of them would regret.

Sharkish’Ki’s cloak flew onto Mihi’s head like a wild hawkbat, wrapping around her face and entirely obscuring her vision. But he failed to follow up in time, giving her enough of a moment to react. His saber, meant to chop her in the collarbone, only found the dirt instead.

TAGS: @Mardinga, @Sharkish’Ki, @Mihi Gaudens

OOC: Mardinga’s Force Push rolls 12 + 7 + 2 for a total of 21, just surpassing PROXY Maul’s DC of 20 (arbitrated as PROXY only being able to replicate about ⅔ of an individual’s full effectiveness). Damage is rolled with 1d4 with a Damage Modifier of 2, totaling to 6 points of Blunt Damage and reducing PROXY Maul’s HP to 14. Unfortunately, Mardinga assumed his Shatterpoint would automatically succeed in putting him on the literal path to defeating his opponent. This misstep will be taken literally, as the stone he steps on shifts and causes his ankle to twist, causing 1 point of (what I’ll arbitrate as) Fall Damage, reducing his HP to 12.

PROXY Maul’s usage of Juyo rolls an 11 + 10 + 5 for a total of 26, surpassing Mardinga’s DC of 13 and successfully hitting. 3d4 is rolled for damage (as these are mere training sabers), rolling 4 + 3 + 1. Mardinga’s HP is reduced to 4.

Mihi’s usages of Shii-Cho and Ataru do not need to be rolled for as she is not actually using them. Her usage of Mental Shield does not need to be rolled for either, as she is not being mentally assaulted in this turn.

Sharkish’Ki’s Telekinesis on his cloak rolls a 19 + 7 + 2 for a total of 28, surpassing Mihi’s DC of 10, which is definitely successful enough to throw a cloak in her face. As no damage was intended with this move, nor do I think this move could cause any real damage, no damage rolls will be made. His Force Speed then rolls 11 + 7 + 2 to total out at 20, successfully working. An Effect Modifier of only 2 is rolled, however, and Mihi should have enough time to react, making his next roll one with disadvantage. His Djem So swing rolls a natural 1, automatically failing to strike Mihi even while she’s blinded.

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IC: No One
Verdanth

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Fighters scrambled out of the massive capital ships, whirring over the treelines and soaring up into the clouds. Probe droids followed shortly after, spilling forth like locusts into the jungle. All sensors from all sides picked up millions of lifeforms in the jungle, though differentiating an animal or large insect from a humanoid seemed impossible. Other forms of detection, such as direct line of sight, also seemed to fare no better. Were there no intel pointing to Verdanth in the first place, this cursory search would make it appear that no one lived on this side of the planet.

But the Force was a greater illuminator of the darkness than any artificial scanner.

Lord Catalyst knew this as he stretched out with his feelings, determined to one-up the over-prepared Lords Nathemus and Volacius and find these True Sith survivors himself. Though try as he might, he could not sense where this Daritha Nephthys was. She was as a ghost, completely imperceptible.

But there was someone in the jungle that could not hide from Catalyst’s wandering gaze.

The instant recognition could have been enough to stop his search immediately. Her signature in the Force was the same as ever, though perhaps a bit wisened and certainly more grizzled. But even with those changes, it was the same girl he’d met all those years ago on Vitae, the same girl he vowed to protect during the True Sith War.

Eva was on Verdanth. And he knew exactly where she was at.

Lord Nathemus, meanwhile, stretched out in his own way. He succeeded in channeling the Force through his mended body, then used that amplification to expand his mind’s eye toward the future that awaited him. And what he saw… it was not pretty.

He watched as a hot blade reopened his old wounds, undoing his wife’s work. He watched as that same hot blade slit Volacius’ throat. He heard Catalyst’s cries somewhere in the distance, screams of pain that Nathemus would hope to never hear again. He remembered a hut from these visions, somewhere the light of the sun did not shine. Only the light of emerald fires illuminated the blood he was spilling. He’d be left with nothing if he stepped foot on this planet.

The vision ended, and one would have to wonder if this was but a mere potential future or the one he was destined to face. Neither option was entirely pleasant to think about.

TAGS: @Darth Nathemus, @Catalyst, @Volacius

OOC: Catalyst’s attempt at using Force Sense rolls a 13 + 21 + 10 for a total of 44, failing to surpass Darth Nephthys’ DC of 45. It does not, however, fail to surpass Eva’s DC of 32. With an Effect Modifier of 16 + 5, he can successfully tell where Eva is with utmost clarity.

Nathemus attempts to bolster his connection to the Force with Force Channel, rolling a 16 + 22 + 10 for a total of 48, surpassing a DC of 10. He achieves an Effect Modifier of 17 + 6, and successfully earns a +3 boost to his Force abilities in this turn and his next. He then wishes to use his Farsight, rolling a 6 + 22 + 10 + 3 for a total of 41, also surpassing an arbitrated DC of 20. He senses a potential future for himself.

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IC: Darth Vaer
Aboard The Darkstrider, Gananth System

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Lord Mavros’ orders were met with quick approval. A small platoon of twenty-four troopers were loaded onto a transport, as were a group of four engineers and two technicians. As that shuttle began to deploy, however, another began to chirp on the comms. This time, however, it was the Triumvir, Lady Kolasi.

It was a professional courtesy that Vaer did not berate her for cowardice.

But he did decide to entertain her arguing mood all the same, as the admiral was most assuredly too afraid to say a word against her.

“The admiral has forwarded you all the commands to your various dashes and technicians,” he said, speaking to her over the comms. “The source code is that of Empress Hesper, Lady Kolasi. You may outrank the rest of us in this fleet, but you do not outrank her. If you wish to explain your disobedience to her personally, I am sure she won’t mind being interrupted at this peace summit of great importance. No, surely not.”

He let out a soft chuckle, and added, “I will see you aboard the Tsushima.”

Meanwhile, Lords Eschaton and Mavros were the first to approach the ghost ship, along with the forward shuttle of troopers and engineers. A small hangar, enough to fit perhaps only two more shuttles comfortably, sat on the starboard side of the vessel. Strangely enough, however, there were no magnetic shields active, and the emergency airlocks that should have deployed the moment said shields failed were also raised. The hangar was naught but a hole to land their ships in. They’d have no access to gravity or oxygen until they ventured further inside.

But that would be unwise if Arach had anything to say about it. Though she could not determine the source of the danger, or even what kind of danger it was, there was something wrong inside the Tsushima’s heart. It could simply be that all life support systems in the ship were offline. Or it could be something far more sinister. Knowing how these missions tended to go, the latter was likely.

TAGS: @Arach, @skira, @Drakul_Xarxes, @Cardun Vrek, @Darth Voxyn, @Zareel Jhenan’doka

OOC: Arach attempts to use her Force Sight, rolling a 16 + 21 + 10 for a total of 47, surpassing the arbitrated DC of 30 to get a reading on the Tsushima. With an Effect Modifier of 17 + 3, she successfully senses something dangerous aboard the ship, though she cannot recognize what kind of danger.

 

[Undying Master Xiannarr]

Ic: Keldro Unmar
Class room, within the Jedi temple

As the Miralukan woman waved her hand in front of her blindfold, Keldro had to suppress a sigh. Surely she had ways of getting around and finding things out without traditional sight.

The jedi knight had been about to make a retort when Apollo smiled. And Keldro couldn't help but to smile in return.
‘It had been a rather stupid thing to ask’

Apollo looked a little more at ease. But there was something in his eyes. Some hidden fear still gnawing away at him

“I don't want to be here, Can we go somewhere safe?”
Some of that fear had returned to Apollos voice, and Keldro needed to reassure the boy. He knelt down and placed a hand gently on the boys shoulder.

“There is nowhere safer for you to be right now my young friend. However we can move to a more secure part of the temple, grab those books and ready yourself. We will move soon.”

He rose, and made his way to the door intending to check the same holopad he had mentioned to Brooke earlier.
As he walked he reached out and gently prodded at Brookes mind wishing to convey a message of he would be allowed.

‘Madam Brooke I hope I didn’t offended you with my insensitivity earlier. If were going to be moving we are going to need to move fast, would you be okay merging senses with me, until we get to a more secure section of the temple?’

Meanwhile Keldro continued to search the holopad for a more secure location to take their little troupe

Power used
Telepathy-1 (if successful)

Tags: @Catalyst, @Darth Kain

 

[Arach]

IC- Darth Arach
Kolasi’s Freighter


Ok, so there is something there. Something bad, but what is it?

Arach furrowed her brow as she attempted to get a more specific reading, but the sound of Vaer’s voice coming through the speakers made her start. She hadn’t had any dealings with him, but one. It hadn’t been pleasant. She had had an aversion to strangely carved puzzle boxes for a long while afterward.

The assassin absently rubbed at the goosebumps on her arms as he addressed Kolasi. She shot Zareel and Vitani a concerned and an amused, yet exasperated look respectively.

Arach gritted her teeth and started shaking her head. “There’s something wrong with this ship,” she said, softly. “Unfortunately, I don’t know what it is, specifically. We’ll need to be careful, if we’re going to explore.”

She looked at Kolasi and waited for the Dark Lady’s decision. Obviously, she’ll support whatever decision the Dark Lady will make.

Tags: @Darth Kain, @skira, @Darth Voxyn, @Zareel Jhenan´doka

 

[Catalyst]

IC Brooke
Jedi Temple, Tython

Brooke stared for a long while towards the entrance of the temple. While she recognized Kain's aura, something was very different about it. She wasn't sure how to describe it, and wasn't sure she wanted to.

Apollo's words broke her from her train of thought. "I don't want to be here, Can we go somewhere safe?” She turned to face him and offer some solace, but Keldro was quick to quell his worries.

“There is nowhere safer for you to be right now my young friend. However we can move to a more secure part of the temple, grab those books and ready yourself. We will move soon.” The sentiment, while sincere, didn't seem particularly helpful, however Brooke did not argue with someone who knew this temple far better than she did.

The Jedi made his way closer and gave her a meaningful look. Brooke could feel his presence pushing against her mind, reaching out. Reflexively, she flinched at his intrusion, and could not understand the full extent of his broadcasted message. She did comprehend the gist of it, however, and once she was certain he meant no harm, she allowed herself to relax a little.

Reaching out with her own Force aura, Brooke attempted to create a bond with Keldro. Since they were both working to take care of Apollo, she assumed this was what he had meant with his mental prod. Once she was finished, she turned her attention to Apollo. She could understand his fear and she wanted to help him sooner rather than later. "Perhaps we can leave the books, Master Keldro," she spoke gently but there was an urgency behind her words. "If Apollo wants to leave, we should be leaving." She smiled down at the child before returning her eyeless gaze towards the temple entrance. What was Apollo so afraid of? She decided she had to know more and tried to increase the potency of her Force sight, hoping to see more than the simple auras she was used to.

OOC: Keldro's Telepathy rolled a 7 + 10 + 2 for a total of 19, surpassing the DC of 10 for a non-aggressive usage of Telepathy. An Effect Modifier of 6 + 2 allows Keldro to convey the gist of what he's saying to Brooke's mind, though the words themselves are muddled.
Powers used:
Force Bond (3)
Force Sight (3)

TAG: @Darth Kain @Undying Master Xiannarr

 

[Xarxes]

IC: Darth Drakul Xarxes
Veeshas Tuwan, Arkania
​

Kain's cautious question went unanswered, though the Arkanian Patriarch knew well that Kain could intuit why he would request such a memory. There was a philosophy studied in Gatalentan and Zeffonian thought alike: the Theory of Recollection. Xarxes had studied it well, and applied the rational understanding to Sith mysticism. In recollection, one could conceive of things they had no right to know of yet. It spoke to the immortality of the soul and the persistence of memory into death, and once more into rebirth. A reborn demigod like Kain, who was, in turn, a splinter of a splinter of the Bedlam Spirit once known as Tilotny the Vainglorious, should have it within him to recall memories that were not his own, and to reconnect with his prime cause: Wutzek. Through that memory would Splendid Apothem and Horliss-Horliss reveal themselves.

Xarxes could have used his memories very well, but Kain did not need to know that. This was another test by the Hand of Order to the supposedly reborn Beloved King. One which, hopefully, would be successful.

The All-Seeing Eye peered further into the Eye, emerald flames curling off the sides of the holocron as his incantation persisted, calling forth from the obsidian depths the icy semblance of the Gatekeeper, chanting in ancient tongues of Sith and Zeffo alike:

"I summon thee, infernal guardian of the paths Beyond Shadows! Dah haf wycc mah! Shalaesti paes, saleis!"

The response was muttered in eldritch phrase, incomprehensible to the untrained mind, but crystal clear to the summoner. "Do you seek him?"

Xarxes did not need to respond. His mind's eye opened to Kain, allowing the Gatekeeper's words to funnel into him, and further into the silent Khatt, as the question resounded in all their minds, awaiting a response from but one of them.

TAGS: @Darth Kain @Jen'nu

IC: Darth Eschaton
Boarding the Tsushima
​

The shuttle moved closer to the empty hangar, the apparent lack of power to the ship's extremities becoming more apparent by the moment, even to the physically blinded Eschaton. He pressed his senses to the interior of the hangar before his shuttle reached it, hissing a command to his pilot.

"Halt the ship and prepare the airlock. It's no use docking in this environment when the Force is more than sufficient."

In moments, the airlock hatch opened and the haggard and haunting figure of Darth Eschaton stepped into empty space, the lack of gravity causing his body to float without direction. The cocytian tendrils of frigid space crept along his apparel, decorating his robes with frost, speckling his skin with cracks that would do not to harm him. Extending a hand forth slowly, the powers of the Dark enveloped him, and his form began to speed toward the hangar's exit, the senectitude of this form making breath and warmth irrelevant to him, even in a vacuum.

The pallid Muun's trajectory ground to a halt as his hand touched the arctic metal of the hangar doors, his flesh refusing to stick to the surface. Mental threads stretched forth further into the ship, sensing for signs of life, death, or aggression.

Powers Used:
-Levitation (4)
-Exceptional Senectitude (4, passive)
-Force Sight (4)

TAGS: @Arach , @skira , @Cardun Vrek , @Darth Voxyn , @Zareel Jhenan´doka

 

[Mardinga]

IC: Mardinga
Location: Pyxis

Pain, but not death. Training sabers, he'd nearly forgotten. As he was falling over he thought to himself.

'Maybe, that was a warning of what not to do. I really need to figure this out better.'

Then his train of thought was literally beaten off the rails. Multiple saber blows landed on him and the pain that followed was exquisite. He barely got back up to his feet.

The images from Shatterpoint never lasted long so they faded into nothingness again. He never knew when or if they'd return. At this point he didn't care. He had more pressing things to worry with.

'Talk about your bad pairings. I'm a Sorcerer not a warrior.'

He thought as he stole four coins from his sleeve. Mardinga then made the material stronger and fired them towards his opponent. Each coin was aimed at a different limb hoping to strike in the joints. He was trying to injure the droid's servos. The pain had brought his mind back to realizing he was still fighting PROXY, even if it was wearing an ancient face.

Once the coins were loosed Mardinga brought his saber up to attempt to defend any more attacks.

Powers Used
Force Weapon 2
Ballistakinesis 1

OOC note:
"Stole" in this sense is being used as a stage magic term meaning to retrieve something subtly.

@Darth Kain @Mihi Gaudens @Sharkish’Ki

 

[Catalyst]

IC Catalyst
In orbit over Verdanth

The cold, industrial walls of Catalyst's room gave way to a starry backdrop as his mind transitioned to a meditory state. The Force swirled around him like nebulae as his senses branched out. He didn't know anything about Darth Nephthys, so it was difficult for him to pinpoint her location. Impossible even, Catalyst decided as he didn't detect any malignant Dark Side auras across the vast forests and swamps. There was something that did jump out at him though. As he focused in, he did recognize something about one of the Force signatures on the planet. It was someone familiar to him, someone connected to him inexplicably. As he analyzed, everything came into focus all at once.

Eva!

She was wandering around on the planet below, and Catalyst knew exactly where. He immediately roused himself from his meditation and headed directly to the bridge. Once more, he opened the secure channel between himself, Nathemus and Volacius. "We have to get down to that planet. Kain's daughter is down there." He opened a holomap of the planet and pinpointed the location of Eva, sending it to the two of them. "I'll be damned if Nephthys puts her in danger as well. See you on the surface." He deactivated his communicator and turned to his crew. "Captain, dock the Solution in one of the Harbinger's bays. You're on standby until I return." He dismissed the captain and went back to his quarters. There was precious little time. He relinquished his cloak and grabbed his lightsaber, hanging it on his belt. Closing his eyes, he concentrated on Eva's location. He reached out a hand and harnessing the power of the Dark Side, attempted to tear a hole in the very fabric of space, opening a gate to where Eva was. "I'm coming, Littlest Jedi." He opened his eyes and stepped forward.

Powers Used:
Force Travel (4)

TAG: @Darth Kain, @Darth Nathemus, @Volacius

 

[Cardun Vrek]

IC: Cal Vastrom
The Howling Hawkbat, Nar Shaddaa

Cal sat and listened to Voidwalker and then Pandora speak. He tried his best to look politely interested, but as Pandora continued, he found himself shaking his head. It all sounded too convenient, and the logic wasn’t sound. That these ‘Old Ones’ would choose now to attack was a strange choice. After all, the Galaxy had spent a decade in recovery from the True Sith War. If this ‘Ooradryl’ wished to invade, why not attack in the aftermath of Typhojem’s defeat? When the Galaxy was on its knees and close to collapse, and when both the Jedi and the Sith were at their weakest? And then there was this ‘father of shadows’ that was supposedly turning the Galaxy against Kain. Cal shared Master Temm’s thoughts on that, though he chose not to let his feelings be known.

And of course, only Kain knows what’s really going on. The man who has been dead for over a decade. He knows more than the most powerful Jedi and Sith who lived through that time. And only by submitting to his leadership do we stand a chance.

Cal shook his head yet again.

No.

Perhaps if Kain had relayed this well constructed narrative to them all himself, he may have been more inclined to believe it. But Kain had not even bothered to come to this conference. Instead he had sent servants to relay his message, likely hoping that the delegates at this conference would act out of fear of another cataclysmic event like Typhojem’s invasion.

He expects us to submit, and yet, he deems it beneath him to tell us why we should himself. Is that arrogance? Or fear? Is he so bold that he expects us to join him at the word of his servants, or does he fear that we will see the cracks in his armour?

“I am sorry, My Lady,” Cal began, addressing Pandora as a Lady out of courtesy, “but you expect much from us. Do you have any solid evidence to support these claims, or does your master expect us to simply accept them at face value? Where is Lord Kain? Why has he not come himself to lay out his case? If it is he alone who knows what exactly is to come, why has he not come to offer his own insights?” Cal asked, looking around at the other delegates. He paused for a moment, and then continued.

“If you have no proof, and only a second-hand account, then I do not know what you expect from us.” Cal concluded, looking Pandora directly in the eye, challenging her to come up with a reason he, or anyone else there, should believe anything she had just said.


TAG: @Darth Kain, @corinthia, @Helkosh, @Dark Lady Makaria, @Voidwalker, @Darth Voxyn, @skira

 

[Helkosh]

IC: Lord Huskac
The Howling Hawkbat, Nar Shaddaa

"Reality doesn't care if you believe it." - Boba Fett​

When the representatives from Kain's delegation began to speak, Huskac clasped his hands together and leaned forward in his chair, listening intently as the one called Pandora explained the dire predicament that the galaxy's self-appointed caretakers now found themselves in. He was unsure of whether or not to believe what they'd said. Many of the terms and names used were unfamiliar to him. Typhojem. Old Ones. Mnggal-Mnggal. Ooradryl. Father of Shadows. Shadow Beings.

Perhaps Voidwalker's call for non-violence was nothing more than bluster, meant to distract from their King's true goal of wiping out all his rivals in one fell swoop, and the occupants of this room were fated to soon find themselves the unwitting victims of dioxis gas poisoning or a thousand tons of thermite detonating from the floors below. But Huskac had heard of the True Sith, and with it he'd heard accompanying whispers of the so-called 'Left-Handed God' who commanded them, and he saw no immediate reason to dismiss their claims outright given that, as of this moment, no one was attacking him.

While Huskac was thinking, a Jedi stood and began to talk, neglecting to introduce himself. The Jedi asked for evidence of their fantastic claims and made it obvious to all involved that he'd felt snubbed by the Beloved King of the Stars' personal absence. Still, regardless of the Jedi's wounded pride, Huskac agreed that evidence was warranted, somewhat perturbed by the idea of a "Father of Shadows" influencing his visions of the future. He decided to hold his tongue for now, and to let the King's representatives present their proof, if they had any.

TAGs: @corinthia, @Voidwalker, @Darth Voxyn, @Cardun Vrek, @Dark Lady Makaria, @skira, @Darth Kain

 

[Voidwalker]

IC: Voidwalker, Cursed Champion of the Stars
The Howling Hawkbat, Nar Shaddaa

Voidwalker sat and listened to the Jedi question Pandora about Kain. His questions were laced with the false sense of righteous superiority that the Jedi were so keen on. It was almost sickening having to listen to his voice. Still Voidwalker held his cool, not giving any outward sign of annoyance.

He's so smug. I bet he wouldn't sound so smug if I ripped his throat out. He probably thinks he's figured out some elaborate ruse, how simple minded for an individual that most think to be complex. I think he wants us to slip up and react in a way to make us look bad. I need to remember to keep calm.

Perhaps that was the Jedi's game, hope for an outburst from one of them and make them out to be the enemy. Honestly it was a brilliant strategy that might have worked on him when he was younger, or a hotheaded Sith. Unfortunately for the Jedi, Voidwalker was not a young Sith eager to prove himself. He'd learned from his mistakes of the past and now he had the chance to use what he learned.

Voidwalker looked to Pandora then gave her a gentle nod, a silent signal that he would take point on the subject of the Jedi. Voidwalker stood from his seat, looking more confident than he had the first time he'd addressed the room. Being a diplomat might not have been his strong suit but rising to face a challenge was. This was nothing more than another challenge for him to overcome.

"Master Jedi, forgive me I didn't get a chance to catch your name on Denova. There were more pressing matters at the time." He gave a sly grin to the Jedi representatives. "You ask for proof and why our Beloved King isn't present. Let me reassure you that the Beloved King regrets not being able to make the summit. This was his idea for everyone to gather and speak to hopefully come to a unified decision, however there was an emergency that called for his immediate attention. A family matter that he needed to attend to, which is why Kain appointed Pandora and myself to come up on his behalf."

"So that covers why the Beloved King was unable to attend. As far as the proof that you've asked for, I could attempt to show you all the images that I myself have seen, but I'm sure someone would brush it off or say I'm twisting the images to my own benefit. So I offer this, ask any of the Sith that was present on Denova. The Sith are under Empress Hesper's command, so they would have no reason to lie. Lord Voxyn was present, I'm sure he could offer some insight on the visions we all saw. Or even, a member of Hesper's own," Voidwalker stopped mid sentence as his eyes fell upon Avery.

Sol wasn't here to give her own testament, and there was no way of knowing what Hesper actually knew. If she didn't know, Voidwalker would be putting both Sol and Avery in a potentially dangerous situation. If she did know then why was only Avery here? This was a tricky situation.

"Actually since no one else is here, they don't matter. However I can tell that I was lured to the planet Korriban some weeks ago and was attacked. I don't know why they waited until now, I had the same question after I was attacked. I had been away from the Order for years, attempting to live my life out in peace. Yet I was singled out by a follower of the True Sith. One thing I've learned in all my years is there is never just one. So that follower has led to the discovery of more and their leader. That is what I can tell you. Kain's wish is for everyone to work together, however if you choose to not do so then that is your decision."

With the last of his words spoken, Voidwalker returned to his seat. There was only so much that could be spoon fed to the group. They would have to make their own decisions soon. Their decisions would help shape the fate of the galaxy for the better or the worse.

TAG: @Darth Kain, @corinthia, @Helkosh, @Darth Voxyn, @Cardun Vrek, @Dark Lady Makaria, @skira

 

[Cardun Vrek]

IC: Darth Mavros
Aboard the Black Fury, in the Ganath System


Well…this looks very inviting. No power in the damn hanger and Lord Vaer still expects us to land, of course. Kark.

“Droid, is there a spacesuit aboard this ship?” Mavros asked, surprised that he had never actually bothered to check himself when he had gotten the ship. But then again, landing in a depressurised hangar bay wasn’t exactly something he had ever been expecting to do.

He preferred to land places he could breathe.

“Why yes, Master. It should be in the storage locker by the gun turret ladder.” F-3PO answered, sounding relieved that Mavros was no longer threatening to turn him into scrap.

“Good. Looks like I’ll at least be able to breathe on this floating deathtrap…” Mavros muttered to himself as he manoeuvred the Black Fury towards the hangar, noticing a transport also heading towards the empty bay.

That better be my kriffing troopers.

Unable to rely on the usual tractor beams that were often used to guide ships into open hangar bays, Mavros had to slow down to almost a full stop as he made several small adjustments to the ships pitch and angle before bringing it in to land. With no artificial gravity to keep the Fury from floating around the bay, Mavros lowered the landing gear and gently brought the ship down, watching the sensor readouts to determine the best moment to magnetise the landing gear and keep the ship stable. He activated the magnetiser and then took his hands off of the controls. When the ship stayed still and did not begin to aimlessly float upwards or to the side, he knew he had done the procedure correctly. He breathed a sigh of relief before deactivating the engines. He left the auxiliary systems running, however, just in case he needed to make a quick getaway.

He stood up and walked over to the locker the droid had mentioned and opened it up. A black spacesuit was hanging up inside, with the crest of the old Galactic Empire emblazoned on both shoulders. Mavros quickly put the bulky suit on, checking that it was functional. He left the helmet piece to the last, checking that there weren’t any tears in the suit itself. It seemed fine enough. He turned to the droid before he put the helmet on. F-3PO was watching him with those blank, glowing eyes. Mavros couldn’t stand it when the droid stared at him, it was unnerving.

“Droid, if anyone but me tries to board this ship, be sure to throw them a welcoming party.” Mavros said, smirking as the droid froze, seemingly forced to reset itself. Its eyes flickered, and then changed from a bright silver to a deep red. When it spoke, the usual overly polite and eager tone had vanished, replaced with a voice that sounded remarkably bloodthirsty.

“Understood, Master. Any unwelcome organic meatbags will be terminated with extreme prejudice.” HK-57, the secret, secondary personality programmed into the 3PO unit, answered. The red eyes turned again to silver, and Mavros put on the spacesuit's helmet and allowed it to pressurise before the droid could ask him what had happened.

Oh how I wish I could get HK to leave the ship. I’d love for him to be able to throw Vaer a nice ‘surprise party’…

He attached his lightsaber onto the suit's belt, as he had figured that it would be best to have a weapon handy in case something went wrong as he disembarked. The belt had several magnetic pads, likely to allow the wearer to store repair tools on it. Luckily, it also meant he could attach his lightsaber to it without any fear of losing it. Mavros walked to the compartment that contained the boarding ramp and sealed it, allowing it to depressurise. He became much more aware of his own breathing as all the other sounds filtered away, replaced by the vacuum of space. He lowered the boarding ramp, activated the magnetisers inside the boots of the suit, and walked down it, reaching out with the force as he did so to get a feeling of the place. Every step was awkward and heavy, like a lumbering bantha.

“This is Lord Mavros, now onboard Tsushima.” He spoke into the suits inbuilt commlink, which he had tuned to the correct frequency. He hid his discomfort well. As he stepped off of the boarding ramp, he looked around for signs of others joining him.

I’m not taking one more step unless it's behind someone else…

Power Used: Force Sense- 4

TAG: @Darth Kain, @skira, @Darth Voxyn, @Arach, @Drakul_Xarxes, @Zareel Jhenan´doka,

 

[Cardun Vrek]

IC: Cal Vastrom
The Howling Hawkbat, Nar Shaddaa

Tython…Kain is on Tython.

That must be the ‘family matter’ Voidwalker was referring to. Kain was trying to get the boy back. Cal gave no visible reaction to this revelation, and was confident that Grand Master Durron and the rest of the Order would be able to prevent Kain from being successful.

“Apologies, I am Master Cal Vastrom. And yes, there were more pressing matters at the time. I do hope you recovered from that rather unfortunate fall. I was told it was from quite a height.” Cal replied, smiling politely.

“As for your visions, anyone who is learned in such things would counsel caution. Visions can be deceiving, and can you be truly certain everything you have seen was true? That there was no chance that they were false? No, I doubt that. I believe even the Sith would agree with me there.” He continued in a skeptical tone, inclining his head towards the Sith delegation.

“And you say some of the True Sith fanatics have survived. Whilst that is troubling, it does not lend any weight to this story of an oncoming invasion. Not unless you can prove a link between these survivors and this great threat.” Cal concluded.

TAG: @Darth Kain, @corinthia, @Voidwalker, @skira, @Helkosh, @Darth Voxyn, @Dark Lady Makaria

 

[Darth Voxyn]

IC: Darth Voxyn
The Howling Hawkbat, Nar Shaddaa

Voxyn listened as the talks began. He listened as Voidwalker bade everyone welcome to the summit, and Pandora informed everyone of an existential threat to the galaxy posed by more of the Old Ones. That certainly lined up with the images Kain had forced into the heads of everyone on Denova. He listened while the Jedi called the validity of the claims into question with their lack of evidence and Kain’s choice not to attend the peace summit that he himself had called for.

Voidwalker waved away the absence of Kain, stating Kain had a family emergency that he needed to attend to instead of the summit. He even listed Voxyn by name as one who could corroborate their claims of the threat of the Old Ones since he was on Denova, and went on about how he was attacked by remnants of the True Sith. The Jedi simply responded by formally introducing himself and asking Voidwalker how he was after his fall before asking how we could know that Voidwalker himself wasn’t being deceived.
Voxyn smirked at that. This Jedi had a gall there was no denying that, many Sith wouldn’t have dared speak to Voidwalker like that. Voxyn cleared his throat and began to address the assembly. He hadn’t planned on speaking so soon, if at all, but Voidwalker had drug him into the conversation so he might as well reply and ramble a little bit.

“You know, my family never cared what I did when I was growing up.” Voxyn spoke clearly, even if his words sounded random and completely off-topic. “It was always my sister they cared about. My sister who was going to bring our family out of obscurity by marrying into the royal family. She hated all of it, just wanted to hide from our parents and play like a normal child.” Voxyn looked around the room, not wanting to let anyone out of his sight.

“Eventually, she was able to. When the force shows itself in a child it's through some mild telekinesis or through calming an angered animal, but not her. She could use the force to change her face, she couldn’t make herself look like anyone specific at the time but she could make it so no one could recognize her and thus she was free, able to avoid our parents whenever she wanted.”

“My sister has only gotten better at it since then. Not only can she disguise herself as almost anyone now, she can even trick those of us with the force, making it feel in the force like she is a Jedi instead of a Sith. Yes I was on Denova, same as yourself and Lady Kolasi, and Kain forced images into my head. Images of abominations on the other side and images of himself fighting valiantly to hold the line. But if my sister can so easily trick the eye and someones senses in the force how do we know those images Kain forced into my head weren’t also a deception?” He asked looking directly at Voidwalker.

“If the fate of the galaxy really depends on our cooperation, why isn’t Kain here himself? How can a family emergency be more important to him than the fate of the galaxy?” He asked this question more to the entire assembly than to anyone in particular. “Did something happen to Abaddon? Or has Kain decided trying to kidnap the children fleeing from him is more important to him than the supposed end of the galaxy?”

TAG: @Darth Kain @Voidwalker @corinthia @Dark Lady Makaria @Cardun Vrek @skira @Helkosh