Rannan Kol
Dark Apostle
While the galaxy reeled in the aftermath of Tython ripples from the collosal engagement spread outwards to touch outlying territories. The Expanse Region, the Mid Rim, the Outer Rim nothing was left untouched by the devestation of Tython which saw countless lives snuffed out in a conflict that had reached its pinnacle. To some Tython was not the immense clash it was meant to be though, it was a distraction.
Planets at the edge of Galactic Alliance territory had been hit first. Places in the Inner Rim and the Expanse that were just outside of the Alliances sphere of influence. As Tython had drawn the attention of the Alliance Fleet, as well as the Jedi other worlds become ripe for the picking.
Rumors circulated of Marauders and Acolytes that would descend upon worlds, striking deep into small settlements or disenfranchised areas where they set upon the local populace. When they left it was only these 'rumors' that remained. Only those with the foresight to run quickly and hide well remained, small settlements were almost wiped off the map.
Montitia was a poverty stricken world that straddled the fence between the Galactic Alliance and the Eternal Empire, unclaimed by either faction to this point. Neither a metropolis nor under populated it rode a space in between with many of the inhabitants simply unable to leave the planet for a better future. When the Shuttlecraft and Transports began to descend many of those who saw them and had heard the rumor understood what would occur next but there was nowhere to run and nowhere to hide....
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Dark Robed Figures lined the Ziggurat that stood in place of one of the settlements that had befallen a grim fate, Marauders stood at the outskirts looking up at the structure that would act as their altar. Men, women, children no one was spared. Those who could not run or were not cut down outright were brought here.
At the top of the Ziggurat, built of steel and stone was a large circular opening where prisoners were deposited. They were all thrown inside of the structure after no more of them could be chained to the interior walls like cattle. Inside only darkness and the screams and whimpers of their fellows waited to greet them.
The Dark Apostle stood at the top of the Ziggurat as well, his Acolytes watching while he presided over them with fingers steepled together at his fore...
"The Void calls and we have answered."
...when he spoke Kol's voice, charged by the force carried out across the masses with clarity...
"While the eyes of the galaxy remain on Tython our work has gone unimpeded. While all eyes have been on the Maw we have prepared our sacrifice. All that remains is for these lives to be snuffed out, consecrated in darkness and fed to the black."
...cheers, the sounds of weapons clanging against one another rose up as the Marauders called back whereas the Acolytes, dark robed all stood in relative silence.
Once the sounds died down again Kol would turn and begin to prepare for the ritual sacrifice that would see thousands dead.
Valery Noble
Planets at the edge of Galactic Alliance territory had been hit first. Places in the Inner Rim and the Expanse that were just outside of the Alliances sphere of influence. As Tython had drawn the attention of the Alliance Fleet, as well as the Jedi other worlds become ripe for the picking.
Rumors circulated of Marauders and Acolytes that would descend upon worlds, striking deep into small settlements or disenfranchised areas where they set upon the local populace. When they left it was only these 'rumors' that remained. Only those with the foresight to run quickly and hide well remained, small settlements were almost wiped off the map.
Montitia was a poverty stricken world that straddled the fence between the Galactic Alliance and the Eternal Empire, unclaimed by either faction to this point. Neither a metropolis nor under populated it rode a space in between with many of the inhabitants simply unable to leave the planet for a better future. When the Shuttlecraft and Transports began to descend many of those who saw them and had heard the rumor understood what would occur next but there was nowhere to run and nowhere to hide....
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Dark Robed Figures lined the Ziggurat that stood in place of one of the settlements that had befallen a grim fate, Marauders stood at the outskirts looking up at the structure that would act as their altar. Men, women, children no one was spared. Those who could not run or were not cut down outright were brought here.
At the top of the Ziggurat, built of steel and stone was a large circular opening where prisoners were deposited. They were all thrown inside of the structure after no more of them could be chained to the interior walls like cattle. Inside only darkness and the screams and whimpers of their fellows waited to greet them.
The Dark Apostle stood at the top of the Ziggurat as well, his Acolytes watching while he presided over them with fingers steepled together at his fore...
"The Void calls and we have answered."
...when he spoke Kol's voice, charged by the force carried out across the masses with clarity...
"While the eyes of the galaxy remain on Tython our work has gone unimpeded. While all eyes have been on the Maw we have prepared our sacrifice. All that remains is for these lives to be snuffed out, consecrated in darkness and fed to the black."
...cheers, the sounds of weapons clanging against one another rose up as the Marauders called back whereas the Acolytes, dark robed all stood in relative silence.
Once the sounds died down again Kol would turn and begin to prepare for the ritual sacrifice that would see thousands dead.
