Dark Lord of the Sith
Everything so far had led to this moment.
Unbeknownst to [member="Khonsu Amon"] a dark being pulled on strings weaving a web of lies and deceit, controlling events even before Khonsu encountered the cane wielding mystery man on Onderon. Every movement watched and his mind carefully prodded, stoking the discontent, feeding his arrogance, ambition, and anger.
The Golden Company entered a new world and they didn't even realize it.
The hierarchy of the company was under siege from an enemy they couldn't even recognize let alone fight. Agents of the Lord of Lies infiltrated them in ports and on furloughs, everywhere a commanding official docked agents were there to manipulate them to take a little more, drink a little more, relax a little more for themselves. Their prides driven to dangerous levels as dictators and praetors right down to the apex of their number decided they deserved more, they deserved the spoils.
Tribute nearly doubled as the flow of currency and reward from jobs went from a steady stream to a fawcett trickle down the ranks. It allowed resentment from the lower rank and file to fester, and when someone grew the courage to challenge? Whether they succeeded or not didn't matter they would fall into the same vicious cycle. But the problems didn't stop there either. It went as far as to endanger the lives of everyone under them, with an entire crew nearly getting duped during the events that unfolded on Troiken, because of the carelessness of a Praetor under a spell.
The agents could be anybody from an attractive woman to a bartender, an agitated man in the spaceport, absolutely anyone at any time. But never the Twisuns Legate who fought valiantly and lost during the tournament on Bastion. He was made painfully aware of how far they had fallen just like the rest of their people on Thyrsus. Every rumor that circulated through the professional contract circuit about how the Golden Company proved how all the Thyrsian's were good for was manual labor made it back to his ear.
Until that fateful loss after the second round.
Lazerus showed up at Khonsu's door and began to speak with the man. Although he was just as mysterious as the day he'd shown up they'd maintained some degree of a rapport. Lazerus listened and occasionally offered very important advice. Nothing he said was wasteful and usually it was important if he happened to appear, but at times he was just there during a crucial moment. Such as when the new trickles of income came down the like and profits percentages went so far down by the time it made it down to the common soldier it was but peanuts.
But once again the mystery man showed up at his door and this time offered a solution. "There is someone who would like to see you Khonsu, he knows of your plight and he summons you to speak with him about a solution."
"A solution to what?"
"Everything. That is if you have the strength to show up. Think about it a shuttle will be waiting at the local spaceport, just show the closest official this card. If not just throw it in the trash and you'll never see me again." Lazerus handed him a single card that was entirely blank with the exception of a mysterious symbol right in its center. Just as he looked up from the card however the man had vanished.
The decision was now his.
Unbeknownst to [member="Khonsu Amon"] a dark being pulled on strings weaving a web of lies and deceit, controlling events even before Khonsu encountered the cane wielding mystery man on Onderon. Every movement watched and his mind carefully prodded, stoking the discontent, feeding his arrogance, ambition, and anger.
The Golden Company entered a new world and they didn't even realize it.
The hierarchy of the company was under siege from an enemy they couldn't even recognize let alone fight. Agents of the Lord of Lies infiltrated them in ports and on furloughs, everywhere a commanding official docked agents were there to manipulate them to take a little more, drink a little more, relax a little more for themselves. Their prides driven to dangerous levels as dictators and praetors right down to the apex of their number decided they deserved more, they deserved the spoils.
Tribute nearly doubled as the flow of currency and reward from jobs went from a steady stream to a fawcett trickle down the ranks. It allowed resentment from the lower rank and file to fester, and when someone grew the courage to challenge? Whether they succeeded or not didn't matter they would fall into the same vicious cycle. But the problems didn't stop there either. It went as far as to endanger the lives of everyone under them, with an entire crew nearly getting duped during the events that unfolded on Troiken, because of the carelessness of a Praetor under a spell.
The agents could be anybody from an attractive woman to a bartender, an agitated man in the spaceport, absolutely anyone at any time. But never the Twisuns Legate who fought valiantly and lost during the tournament on Bastion. He was made painfully aware of how far they had fallen just like the rest of their people on Thyrsus. Every rumor that circulated through the professional contract circuit about how the Golden Company proved how all the Thyrsian's were good for was manual labor made it back to his ear.
Until that fateful loss after the second round.
Lazerus showed up at Khonsu's door and began to speak with the man. Although he was just as mysterious as the day he'd shown up they'd maintained some degree of a rapport. Lazerus listened and occasionally offered very important advice. Nothing he said was wasteful and usually it was important if he happened to appear, but at times he was just there during a crucial moment. Such as when the new trickles of income came down the like and profits percentages went so far down by the time it made it down to the common soldier it was but peanuts.
But once again the mystery man showed up at his door and this time offered a solution. "There is someone who would like to see you Khonsu, he knows of your plight and he summons you to speak with him about a solution."
"A solution to what?"
"Everything. That is if you have the strength to show up. Think about it a shuttle will be waiting at the local spaceport, just show the closest official this card. If not just throw it in the trash and you'll never see me again." Lazerus handed him a single card that was entirely blank with the exception of a mysterious symbol right in its center. Just as he looked up from the card however the man had vanished.
The decision was now his.