Lord Commander
Location: Kushiba Orbit
Objective: Dinner
Allies: TRE
Enemies: Whoever wanna fite!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uj5JSYiNrcc
In was quiet in space. Quiet like death in its initial moments of fleeting and crippling impotence. Two Anubians flanked the chair he sat on in his vessel, a simple craft not too large to be of naval threat in orbit but not too small as to not sport the necessary things Mythos needed to enter battle. The first time he would enter battle... since his resurrection. A Diathim, his singer and muse to lull and sleep where the screams and images of chaos constantly kept him awake stood on the end of the center of the command port. It was turned into a small ritual room as the ship laid in complete stealth given all stealth systems to aid it to do so, Stigyan cloak being the last. From beneath the sands a robe had been crafted using the same linen that the ancient pharaohs were wrapped upon death with one major difference: the Sith runes drawn with the blood of Set priests upon it. Every inch of his body was painted with the blood ink and covered with the wrap. He wore neither lightsaber nor weapon of any kind, Mythos had seen death and come back fully believing that weapons in their entirety were a distraction. What good was a blaster bolt when the power of the force was involved? The Maleibus known as Gorgoth stepped forward and knelt before him two more flanked him as they rode. The ship with these alone was heavy but it still held enough ground. They carried between them a box that was gold encrusted and as Mythos' eyes laid on it he felt the pulse within it.
"Finally... let me see Him"
The two massive beings knelt and opened the box using the mechanisms on each side letting a gas of compressed air that kept the being that was in it alive and sedated during this whole travel. Frozen in Carbonite and beginning to thaw was the oh so familiar face of [member="Adas James Malgus"]. Mythos' only son. The boy slowly was thawed out and as he regained consciousness the image he saw was of his father and the last time he saw his father was at the battle of Atrisia watching him die. "D-Dad...?"
Mythos neither smiled nor frowned, he simply nodded. The darkside of the force had clearly grown in him, fully maturing him into a user of its power and the mark of the ancient Sith Lord Soeht still heavy on his skin. He wanted the boy to see him again, see the light in his eyes. "But... how?" the boy asked, an understandable question. "Did you think death could keep me for very long my son?" Now he did smile, his old confident smile of nurturing care, love for his own son... They embraced in a hug as the boy regained his strength, Mythos could feel his tears wetting his cloths as the boy understandably sobbed. It was then the boy began to feel his lifeforce begin to fade away. A green glow began to wrap around the boy, each passing second taking away from him decades. He tried to scream, tried to ask why? What was happening? but nothing could come out but short breaths of impotence and futility. Mythos grabbed him by the neck and lifted him up almost without effort then opened his mouth agape. The lifeforce of his son began to be passed into his as he slowly not only devoured the force inside him but his very soul as they were connected by blood. When it was done Mythos let go of the body and the lifeless husk that hit the floor of the ship was nothing more than a skeleton with skin on it, eyes depressed inside and it looked like a mummy, dead for a thousand years.
"Take us down to play..."
Objective: Dinner
Allies: TRE
Enemies: Whoever wanna fite!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uj5JSYiNrcc
In was quiet in space. Quiet like death in its initial moments of fleeting and crippling impotence. Two Anubians flanked the chair he sat on in his vessel, a simple craft not too large to be of naval threat in orbit but not too small as to not sport the necessary things Mythos needed to enter battle. The first time he would enter battle... since his resurrection. A Diathim, his singer and muse to lull and sleep where the screams and images of chaos constantly kept him awake stood on the end of the center of the command port. It was turned into a small ritual room as the ship laid in complete stealth given all stealth systems to aid it to do so, Stigyan cloak being the last. From beneath the sands a robe had been crafted using the same linen that the ancient pharaohs were wrapped upon death with one major difference: the Sith runes drawn with the blood of Set priests upon it. Every inch of his body was painted with the blood ink and covered with the wrap. He wore neither lightsaber nor weapon of any kind, Mythos had seen death and come back fully believing that weapons in their entirety were a distraction. What good was a blaster bolt when the power of the force was involved? The Maleibus known as Gorgoth stepped forward and knelt before him two more flanked him as they rode. The ship with these alone was heavy but it still held enough ground. They carried between them a box that was gold encrusted and as Mythos' eyes laid on it he felt the pulse within it.
"Finally... let me see Him"
The two massive beings knelt and opened the box using the mechanisms on each side letting a gas of compressed air that kept the being that was in it alive and sedated during this whole travel. Frozen in Carbonite and beginning to thaw was the oh so familiar face of [member="Adas James Malgus"]. Mythos' only son. The boy slowly was thawed out and as he regained consciousness the image he saw was of his father and the last time he saw his father was at the battle of Atrisia watching him die. "D-Dad...?"
Mythos neither smiled nor frowned, he simply nodded. The darkside of the force had clearly grown in him, fully maturing him into a user of its power and the mark of the ancient Sith Lord Soeht still heavy on his skin. He wanted the boy to see him again, see the light in his eyes. "But... how?" the boy asked, an understandable question. "Did you think death could keep me for very long my son?" Now he did smile, his old confident smile of nurturing care, love for his own son... They embraced in a hug as the boy regained his strength, Mythos could feel his tears wetting his cloths as the boy understandably sobbed. It was then the boy began to feel his lifeforce begin to fade away. A green glow began to wrap around the boy, each passing second taking away from him decades. He tried to scream, tried to ask why? What was happening? but nothing could come out but short breaths of impotence and futility. Mythos grabbed him by the neck and lifted him up almost without effort then opened his mouth agape. The lifeforce of his son began to be passed into his as he slowly not only devoured the force inside him but his very soul as they were connected by blood. When it was done Mythos let go of the body and the lifeless husk that hit the floor of the ship was nothing more than a skeleton with skin on it, eyes depressed inside and it looked like a mummy, dead for a thousand years.
"Take us down to play..."