Death To Those Who Oppose Us

[Darth Ferus]

Ambria.​

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On the surface of the world stood Darth Ferus, simply letting his gaze travel over the desert surface. There was nothing really of note. Except for the darkside presence on the world. It was simply amazing to feel the hollow sensation, but that wasn't what he was here for. He was here to meet [member="Darth Eversor"] about a rather new idea for the Dark Lord to invest in. So he stood, dressed in his red cloak, waiting for the man to come and meet him.

 

[Darth Eversor]

It was time.​

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The dawn of a new breed of excellence and domination was at hand. ​

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Touching down upon the desolate world where Darth Eversor spent time as an abomination of the Dark Side, the shuttle he arrived in was not his own. As a matter of fact, it was stolen from a time prior while engaged with a band of rogue marauders raiding a settlement. Republic official markings were chipped away and worn by entry. What mattered now was that Darth Eversor was present, and he could feel his associate's signature through the Force; a strong one he was, a seasoned killer of men and species alike. As were they both.​

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Exiting from the ship's hatch, he saw the man awaiting confrontation. Clad in blackened armor and cloak, Darth Eversor's face was concealed by a most peculiar helmet design that look to be reminiscent of a Stormtrooper; however, it was no ordinary ranking. ​

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He approached [member="Darth Ferus"] in total silence, only greeting him with the sound of irregular, almost inhumane breathing.​

 

[Darth Ferus]

"I'm glad to see you, [member="Darth Eversor"] . It is not often I see a being with as much power as yourself dressed in the outfit of a soldier. It is.. Unique." And intriguing. But that's not why the pair had met on this desolate world. Before them in the sandy dunes laid a single building. A laboratory under construction. One that would house a new sect of soldiers. Finally. "Once upon a time I tried to make this a reality. But the serum was too deadly. Even the One Sith cowered away from the power it had. Now I can do what I want. And I need someone to lead them."

Them being the soldiers who volunteered for the Kratos shot. They hadn't arrived yet, but the lab was near completion so it wouldn't be long now. "How would you feel about dropping from orbit and laying waste to your foes?"

 

[Darth Eversor]

"A grand meeting indeed..." Darth Eversor said to his comrade. "I am honoring that of a regiment of soldiers that once made a name for themselves in the Empire of old, a fearsome force that made their enemies weep for mercy. Absolute lack of empathy made them resilient and without a weak link. This is why I pay my respect." ​

The once monstrosity looked on to the construction being done, silently admiring the progress and the cause of scientific advancement. The forward momentum of winning war was to have things the enemy did not. To out-strategize and belittle them with absolutes and power. ​

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"The One Sith is a dying mongrel begging to be put out of its misery. They do not belong. Tell me more of this serum, you have intrigued me with your ideas."​

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And then a question arose, a question that made the corrupt blood boil in Darth Eversor's veins eagerly.​

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"You need not ask me when it comes to laying waste. I will destroy without hesitation."​

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[member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

​"The One Sith will die, but we should always pay homage to those who came before us. They brought such delightful ruin to this galaxy, and they will be remembered for it. And the Galaxy will remember who it is that destroyed them." Who was more of a question for Ferus. So many different sides had shown themselves, all scavenging for the kill of what was once a great empire. It was almost sad.

"The serum allows those without the gift of the Force to hold some of our power. They become stronger, faster. They can think better and at a speed even most Sith or Jedi cannot. As you run with speed no one without the Force can emulate, those who survive the serum defy such petty rules. They have the strength, speed, and mental aptitude of ten without this serum. And you, with all your ruthlessness, will lead them for me." It was a beginning of a new era of soldiers. And just as [member="Darth Eversor"] thought, those with the head start would win the wars to come.

 

[Darth Eversor]

"To think... what the fabled and worshiped Sith Lords of long ago would do if they saw their descendants in such disarray. This is it, Ferus. This is the reason we must uphold the context of what it is to be dominate and not subjugated to the confused children that throw tantrums for relevance. We must set an example."​

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Abraxas sighed deeply and reached into his cloak, relinquishing a memento of a time when he too once served an organization that had its head on its shoulders. A small, tattered piece of a banner that was clearly burnt and flecked with coagulated blood. There was no indication of whom it might have actually belonged to, and yet he released the cloth from his grasp into the arid breeze. The howling of the wind consoled the entity, the dark side of the Force melding with his being and feeding from his darkest thoughts.​

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"Lead them I shall, and with purpose. They will learn to taste crimson as I have, and in turn, I shall teach them the ways of the Sith and the practices that shall reinforce their morale. My word to them will be Holy Writ, and they shall know no fear."​

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Abraxas turned to [member="Darth Ferus"], giving him a curt nod and then turning back to observe the laboratory's construction. "I will be damned if the One Sith shall be the last to stand and the last face to be seen in a casket. We will be the ones to be feared and remembered. As for them, they... they shall be obliterated." ​

 

[Darth Ferus]

"Would you like to meet your soldiers?" There was a quick change of subject, if only because the laboratory was almost done. It was amazing how fast a construction worker would be when his family was threatened. And there was a schedule to stick to. [member="Darth Carnifex"] would soon join the pair, and Ferus didn't want to disappoint the God King. Without another word the Sith began the short walk to the lab itself, and past it. Just on the outskirts was lines upon lines of tents, each housing at least ten soldiers. Added up, they were around three hundred and fifty men waiting for their shots.

"It's a small group for now. We took the best of the best first. More will come. The reason behind it however is the fact that at least half of them will die. Hopefully not, but the serum has a high mortality rate. And it's incredibly painful. Perhaps that'll be of use when you initiate your cult, eh?"

[member="Darth Eversor"]

 

[Darth Carnifex]

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A dull shriek cut through the dusty air of Ambria, and from the darkened skies above emerged a monstrous shuttle whose massive stabilizers greatly resembled the wings of a ferocious bat. The shuttle would swoop down sharply, pulling up abruptly to come to a completely halt above the sun-kissed earth, the concussive force of its sudden descent and stop giving life to a thunderous whirlwind of sand and dirt that would tenaciously cling to anyone unfortunate enough to be caught in the gale. The vessel descended the last short distance down to the ground, landing gear extending to greet the earth as the shuttle came to a full rest against the barren backdrop of the droll Ambrian wilderness.

A blast of hydraulic steam heralded the boarding ramp's descent, and from the blackened depths emerged a pair of soldiers clad in the iconic black battle armor of the Blackblade Guard. Their presence signaled only one thing: the God-King had at long last arrived. The man in question would emerge from the shuttle shortly after his vanguard wearing the tell-tale robes of a sorcerer minus the tunic, leaving his muscular chest vulnerable to the harsh dry heat. His black hair had been bound back into a long topknot that more resembled a high ponytail than it did a topknot, and a circlet of silver steel and blood rubies encircled his brow.

His piercing sulfuric eyes surveyed his surroundings with calculating malice, and after a moment's considering he made his advance towards [member="Darth Ferus"] and [member="Darth Eversor"]. He wasted no time with formalities, and in a commanding baritone he inquired: "Show me these soldiers you promised, Ferus."

 

[Darth Prazutis]

[member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Darth Ferus"]

As the shuttle landed and its ramp descended, two pairs of the elite Blackblade Guard stood on either side of the shuttle, motionless statues clenching their blaster rifles. Along with the Crownguard the presence of these black armored warriors in such number signaled one thing: the God-King and his second the Crown Prince, and second Dark Lord of the Black Empire. The dark titan quickly descended after Kaine sweeping forth. In ages past before he achieved such levels of power, skill, and success he would've stood a few paces behind and slightly to the side of Kaine, not anymore. Prazutis stood at the God-Kings side as he addressed Darth Ferus quickly cutting to the chase.

Prazutis wore a familiar set of black and gold robes its hood pulled down and the dark gold amulet carrying the violet dark side crystal hung openly around his neck. Unlike Kaine who so often kept his hair long and pulled up in one particular style of the warriors ponytail, Prazutis hair was cut short in a different warriors style. The pair of Dark Lords had been back on Panatha weaving plots and dealing with many issues that required their attention, when the call from Darth Ferus came in. The man had developed some sort of new super soldier for the Black Empire, and he wanted to show his new creations and their capabilities to the dark lords. The idea of enhanced soldier squads could be a huge asset for the Black Empire in the events to come, needless to say Prazutis was curious.

The dark titans sulfuric gaze fell heavy on Ferus and [member="Darth Eversor"] he spoke, his voice deep, commanding, and sharp as a knifes edge "A demonstration of their capabilities is in order."

 

[Darth Eversor]

"Their lives are expendable regardless of statistics, and they shall serve until they can no longer function. Show them to me, Ferus."​

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And then it came, the presence of the God-King that birthed Abraxas into existence. The dark side energies upon the barren wasteland Ambria flared with excitement and power, those present at the time would be torrents of nourishment for the planet's vile soul. Like children to a mother, the very atmosphere of the realm distorted and crackled with anomalous disturbance. The skies themselves taking on a purple hue, the clouds darkening. ​

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An unexpected family reunion to say the least.​

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Abraxas looked to his Lord and his near equal, paying them the same respect with the knowledge that he, Abraxas the False Butcher, had served [member="Darth Carnifex"] quite loyally and without much instruction. The common-sense of destruction was already engraved into the monstrosity's very blackened heart. The reign of darkness would be forevermore, a testament and tribute to the times of old when power was supreme and just. ​

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The deaths of many were justifiable for this cause, even the innocent shall become individual mementos for the sanguine blades that strike them down with pure devotion. A holy feast of corpses for the name of Panatha, and the one true God-King.​

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The darkly clad butcher gave either of the Dark Lords a curt nod just as he gave [member="Darth Ferus"], and expected to be respected as a sovereign member of the Zambrano lineage. At least, a true example of purity in blood. Many-a bastard roamed the stars and claimed absolute power of the God-King's wealth of tyrannical dominance, even going as far as daring to claim him as a "father". Liars and thieves, unworthy of loyalty or attention. Abraxas thought them to be better off neutered and splayed. Fine rugs and mantles they would make as opposed to able-bodied servants. ​

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Filthy blooded animals.​

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"My soldiers will be competent and resilient. I have plans in store to demonstrate their worth..." ​

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[member="Darth Prazutis"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

"Unfortunately, these soldiers aren't ready just yet. Within the lab they will receive their boosters, and those who survive the incredible pain they will endure will become these soldiers you hope to see." Even as he spoke however the Sith Lord was already waving over one of the guards standing outside the lines of tents. Already one could see something was off about him however. "I can show you a tasting." There was a nod, and the soldier stood at attention, waiting for orders.

"[member="Darth Eversor"] if you would. The test is yours to decide."

[member="Darth Prazutis"] [member="Darth Carnifex"]

 

[Darth Eversor]

"Very well."​

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Darth Eversor walked towards the soldier at attention and glared at him, scanning him up and down before making his assessment. ​

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"...Hmm..."​

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For a moment the entity thought of attacking the initiate outright to test his reflexes, but alas, that wouldn't be exactly fair or a just trial to test skill. But then another idea reared its head from the recesses of the brutally clad slayer, something equally as worthy of an observation. Looking over at a nearby tent, Darth Eversor called upon another of the guards to stand firm next to the already present guinea pig. ​

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"...I want you to kill each other. The survivor has my blessing to be a consideration for a position of command, should either of you fail, I will act upon your reluctance."​

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Darth Eversor turned back to his comrades, glancing at [member="Darth Ferus"]. ​

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"Any objections?"​

 

[Darth Ferus]

"They are yours to command, [member="Darth Eversor"] . If this is the challenge you wish to bring them, they will do so. But keep in mind most of them will die from the drug. Don't waste all of your soldiers." A cautious, needless warning. More loyal soldiers could be made and brought into the fold now that the Sith thought about it. He let his red eyes travel over to [member="Darth Prazutis"] and [member="Darth Carnifex"] , raising a brow. "Does this please you lords? Will this suffice as a test?"

 

[Darth Carnifex]

The Dark Lord let his gaze sweep across the two guards that [member="Darth Eversor"] had summoned to his side, and nodded his head in response to Ferus' query. "This will be a sufficient test, for now [member="Darth Ferus"]. But you better have more for me the next time to divert my attention away from more pressing matters."

Luci.

A dry smile curled about the Dark Lord's lips as he finished the last word with telepathy, aimed at Ferus and Ferus alone. A sharp tease that didn't necessarily fit into the Dark Lord's exterior personality, but was something that he felt necessary to jab into the Sith Lord before him.

[member="Darth Prazutis"]​

 

[Darth Prazutis]

Prazutis listened carefully and observed these super soldiers that Ferus promised. He took the opportunity of the two approaching guardsman to get a closer look at these individuals, the look on his face unchanging as he looked at and through these men. After some deliberation he agreed. "While a duel is no substitute for true war it will suffice." Prazutis said he gaze shifting over towards Ferus and his mentions that most of the men will end up dying from the drugs. While super soldiers had a lot of benefits there were a lot of drawbacks, especially being they costed time and expenses to produce, as not all men would survive the procedures to become one of them.

But the question was: Were they worth it? If these soldiers were truly worth the resources poured into them they could potentially be a valuable asset. But a duel was but a tiny test of skill compared to a real mission, battle, or war in uncontrollable circumstances especially when fighting wielders of the force.


[member="Darth Eversor"] | [member="Darth Ferus"] | [member="Darth Carnifex"]