Divergence

[Ballen-Ist]

Location: Alabash

On the edge of the Fakir sector, a transmission was sent out to three specific individuals of interest. It originated from a droid production facility on a remote volcanic planet, and while the receivers probably knew little of the planet, it appeared as if the message had been sent by the Sith Lord Krest himself. The message provided a time and place, unique to the recipients dependent on each of their locations. Regardless, each would eventually come to a docking or hangar bay, a Sentinel-class landing craft manned by a squad of IG-RM bodyguards awaiting their arrival.

The journey through hyperspace was brief once all passengers were aboard, the shuttle soon emerging above the ashen atmosphere of Alabash. After making its descent, the craft would soar across the deformed terrain, jagged rock formations and rivers of lava surrounding the occasional volcano. There were several notable structures in the distance that stood out from the rest, that could be identified as reinforced structures that had been hollowed and built into the planets surface itself.

Having spotted the shuttles approach, the workers within the control center of the mountainous facility began to power down the environmental shields, reactivating them once the craft had touched down within one of the private hangar bays. The IG-RM droids would escort their guests into the relatively small hangar, the blast doors on the opposite side of the room opening as the boarding ramp lowered, its magnetic airtight seal disengaging as mist poured from the ship. Strangely enough, the guests were not to be greeted by Krest, as a squad of three IG-100 MagnaGuards proceeded to make their way across the hangar, waiting patiently for the presence of the new arrivals.

[member="Orion Darkstar"] [member="Bjorn Heartholm"] [member="Talis Jzora"]

 

[Bjorn Heartholm]

Bjorn arrived in a personal ship that [member="Krest"] had lent him to travel to Alabash. It was a molten planet, and Bjorn's Valkyri blood would mean that he would be substantially weaker while on the planet. Good. He wanted a challenge. He stepped from the transporter as the docking ramp lowered and was promptly greeted by a squad of Magna Guard, waiting to take him to whomever had sent the transmission. Bjorn started forward, donned in his usual fur-cloak, his bone broadsword sheathed upon his back. His next trial awaited...

| [member="Ballen-Ist"] | [member="Orion Darkstar"] | [member="Talis Jzora"] |

 

[Talis Jzora]

Talis confidently walked out of the ship to be met with the blistering heat of the planet. The heat was almost unbearable for him and he began to sweat profusively. Talis quickly turned to look at [member="Bjorn Heartholm"] and his clothing. The person was wearing a fur coat....how has he not passed out yet! Maybe he shouldn't have spent so much time in Hoth, he quickly glanced at [member="Orion Darkstar"]. At the back of his mind, he would hear Jzora comment "Ahhh...stiff as always". Talis had no idea why Jzora held Orion Darkstar with such contempt. Talis quickly removed his cloak before, he would faint due to the heatstroke. [member="Krest"] and his "little training exercises" were always "surprising" and fairly random. Talis grimly looked at the Magna Guards with disdain, hopefully he would not have to fight these Magna Guards, they would be easily dispatched but may prove to be a nuisance. What was their prupose....Escort? A Trial? He quickly gripped his lightsaber and mentally prepared himself for what was to come....

 

[Orion Darkstar]

Filthy.​

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All of them were filthy, droids. The tarnished parts and smell of the durasteel rusting made him smirk. Whatever hangar he was in, he didn't like. Worse, the droids that looked older than time itself began to patch his small ship. Debris had collided with it hours before his arrival, no thanks to his endearing pilot, provided by the order on rare occurrences. Orion hadn't taken the time to really know who had been flying his ship, he never needed to.​

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"It better look perfect by the time I get back, the last thing I wanted was a bunch of useless mechanical droids having their way with my..." Orion glanced at one of the engineers close by, distracted by a wonderful thought. Nudging him he sternly spoke. "I'll give you a good couple credits if you watch the three scrapyard dogs working on my ship." The engineer nodded, complying with Orion's request and quickly.​

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It was an odd thing, fear. It fueled the sith and in other ways made them leaders in the darkness of the galaxy. It was a funny thought that crossed Orion's gifted mind, many times. The tumultuous drum of the newly arrived droids greeted him.​

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"Mr. Darkstar...Welcome." The small shiny droid said, hesitating before it continued. "These two will escort you to the..." It shook like a dog, frightened by nothing but a sharp screech from behind Orion. "Sorry, sir. Please follow them." The droid said.​

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Glancing over to the Magna Guards, Orion acknowledge them. As they led the way to whoever summoned him, he cracked his knuckles underneath the concealment of his cloak. Meetings were part of the job, but his habit of crunching his fingers inward showed frustration. Turning the corner he was greeted with a large room, lightly lit. The usual suspects were present, [member="Talis Jzora"] and [member="Bjorn Heartholm"]. Two other very capable acolytes, not that Orion would ever admit their prowess in front of them. Although, he held a slight respect for them. To his surprise another was present, this time it wasn't [member="Krest"].​

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Stepping into the room a little more he looked to the the other two and crossed his arms over his chest and sighed.​

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Great...Another person to answer to...​

 

[Ballen-Ist]

[member="Talis Jzora"] and [member="Bjorn Heartholm"] were the first to step foot in the hangar bay, which was now full thanks to the multiple ships. [member="Orion Darkstar"] thought to have his own ship worked upon, employing the efforts of a few mechanic droids and a human engineer. Leaving the Sith trio as the MagnaGuards approached, the engineer strode over to Darkstar's ship, giving a brisk nod to the mechanic droids as they went to work disabling it. Fear was indeed a great motivator, and unfortunately the engineer feared another even more than he did Orion. Every ship in the hangar had been disabled temporarily, which would prevent any ideas of escape the acolytes might have had. Even the hangar bay doors were being sealed, groaning audibly against the metal frame before slamming shut.

The only way to go appeared to be forward, for the blast doors on the opposite side of the hangar had not yet closed. There were no escorts or advisers to guide the acolytes to the Pureblood who watched via security camera. There was only death for the unprepared, as the MagnaGuards initiated their combat protocols, lunging forward with great speed towards the Sith. Their electrostaves activated in a flurry of purple electricity, spinning and swinging rapidly in an attempt to kill the apprentices. While their capabilities were certainly impressive, they were geared more towards fighting Jedi than Sith. The new arrivals would have to get passed this first obstacle before proceeding.

 

[Bjorn Heartholm]

Their surroundings grew dim as the exits closed around the trio. The Magna guard became aggressive and began to attack in a relentless onslaught. Bjorn was quick to react, instantly dropping low and launching a kick in the direction of the legs of his metal opponents, his sheer strength driving one back onto single leg. In but a moment, Bjorn's blade was drawn, unsheathed from his back and arcing through the air toward the head of his other combatant, implanting the strong bone into the metal head of his enemy.

He decided to put his newfound powers to use, reaching out with his arm, hand splayed. He focused his energy, his passion as whispers stirred within his head. He exerted the energy and it lashed outward, toward the remaining guard, sending him sprawling from it's feet, landing with a clank upon the ground nearby. Bjorn strode over and drove his blade into the head of this one as well, shutting down it's circuits with a final spew of force. With his opponents rendered useless scrap metal, he let his fur cloak fall from his shoulders and to the ground, revealing basic leather padding underneath. He turned and observed the others, keenly eyeing how they would deal with their opponents, taking every opportunity he could to learn more.

| [member="Ballen-Ist"] | [member="Orion Darkstar"] | [member="Talis Jzora"] |

 

[Orion Darkstar]

It wasn't enough that he had been summoned in such short notice that annoyed him, nor was it the other acolytes he was competing it with. This time it was the lack of respect for not only himself, but the other acoyltes as well. Greeted with droids, what was next? A piece of parchment demanding a star destroyer.​

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For Orion, he had been trained and tested, he wanted more than the normal dissertation of what the sith order required of him. What he wanted was a real mission. He had invaded Lujo a long while back, but even then, he was still tossed to the way side with nuanced trials. It wasn't the work or the killing that bothered him, it was the fact, that he felt ready for something big, big enough to earn some respect. He hoped this was it. If not, his patience would be tested, that much was apparent.​

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The Magna Guards stopped abruptly, almost lifting in height as they stood upright. As they turned to face Orion, their electrostaffs activated. The bright swiveling purple at each end of the lightsaber resistant staves made it apparent. He would have to crush them, like the scrap metal they were.​

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The first battle droid swung violently fast, almost slamming the far-right end of its staff into the side of his face, luckily Orion was faster. Ducking under the first attempt, Orion leaped above his palm inches from the top of the droids’ mechanical systems at the back of its neck. A torrent of wind flooded the area as the droid was slammed onto the floor. The second Magna Guard slid across the floor as the force push dismantled his common lackey. A sinister grin reached his lips, hidden from the chrome mask that was made himself.​

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A bright flash of purple illuminated the grey, charcoal floor. A smoldering current of electrcity spun from the webs of Orion's own fingers. Zaps and a sudden pop, caused an immediate smell of burnt rubber and metal plating. The first droid was no more. Turning to the other droid, he watched it leaped and furiously swing in a overhead manner. Yet again, Orion was too quick. A blazing streak of red sliced through the droids central plating. Then, like a hot knife through butter ripped the saber through the top half of its head. The electrostaff dropped before connecting the sithling.​

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Deactivating the saber and placing it back inside his cloak, he nodded to [member="Bjorn Heartholm"]. It was an acknowledgement of his quick work, if anything.​

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[member="Ballen-Ist"] | [member="Talis Jzora"]​