Hunt for the Dark Forge I [Closed]

[Darth Hauntruss]

Rise of the Zombie Queen​

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HUNT FOR THE DARK FORGE I ​

[An Illustrated Plot]​

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Bright blue streaks gave way to the colourless void of sub-hyper space as the the Sith Star Destroyer The Tormentor exited hyperspace. Admiral Tharsis, who was often a stoic statue of militaristic professionalism stood in an agitated glare at the new commander of the flagship vessel. His master, Darth Hauntruss, had vanished after the sacking of Coruscant. Everyone knew that the naval commander and Sith Lady was a mysterious being but this was beyond mysterious. She had simply, in the wake of the new phase of the war against the Republic and now this Galactic Alliance, removed herself from any detection. In her stead, as per Hauntruss' direct order, was this young acolyte and her brutish bodyguard. This, child as Tharsis saw it, however, was a dark power onto herself. There was a tone, that reminded him of someone. But, kept that theory to himself. He removed himself from the bridge before he let his personal grievances get in the way of his militaristic air.

Grimoire, clad in a red cloak and a darker red high collared long strap tunic. The low hum of the atmospheric bridge rang out and mixed with the heavy respirator breathes of the tall back robe Sith Warrior that flanked his dark comrade, Grimoire - daughter of Hauntruss- an the newly claimed Zombie Queen of Aza'Zoth. The red Sith acolyte hissed as she peered into the Force and focused her silent rage to heat the focus of her thoughts. Only one key was left to unlock the rejuvenation of the dead cult world. And she felt it presences when she opened the dark nexus that once fuelled the forge. In the visions she saw her target, she saw a world. This world was Sanctuary and her target was a form that was enfused with the signature of the forge of her mother.

But, Grimoire would have her peace, she would have her forge. The Forge was a part of her mother, and so was she. It was her birth right and by force or dark power - she would make it mine. Grimoire turned away from her warrior-comrade and paced about the front of the transparasteel windows.

She growled and hissed as she passed, "I can sense it Bass. I can feel my mother;'s work." She stopped in her steps and rolled her hood to the side. Her burning golden eyes glanced back at her accompalance. "We must make this journey quick, friend. I will use the Forge to unleash Aza'Zoth." Grimorie grinned away from [member="Bass Terrik"]. "And so you can finally fullfill the destiny you seek, hiss hiss hiss."

Bridge pit officer broke their conversation shouting, "Approaching near-planet orbit ma'm!"

Grimoire immediately broke into an barking growl, "Prepare my shuttle for departure at once!"

[member="Rave Merrill"] [member="Darth Vornskr"] [member="Darth Ferus"] [member="Taeli Raaf"]​

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[Plot for Part 1: Grimoire and her enterage go to Sanctuary to confront Rave Merrill the once Master of the Dark Forge, taught by Hauntruss herself in the ways of the Forge. Meanwhile Teali Raaf (if she is still with the Pubs and Jedi) tracks down Rave with a special team of Jedi Special Ops to try and to retrieve the rest of the coordinates...this will be a scripted plot so you are free to RP as you like but every once in a while I will leave OOC guidelines for how this thread should end so it connects to Part 2. Please post in the OOC thread if you have questions or ideas. For Part 1, only the characters tagged above are participating. However, Raaf you may bring in two more Jedi. (to be fair). ]​

 

[Bass]

How long had it been since that day so many years ago? It was hard to keep track, time seemed to ebb and flow like a shifting current for Bass, passing in bursts of speed and then slowing seemingly at random and in defiance to the laws of reality. And every memory, every thought, was tainted with the presence of the things that lurked at the edge of reality, just beyond sight.

This was where his journey had taken him. Five years of running and seeking, of fighting as a soldier of fortune across barren worlds and forsaken systems, hunting any hint or sign of the creatures that had abducted and changed him. Five years of disappointing results and dead ends, running from the Jedi, bounty hunters, and the creeping feeling that crawled up the back of his neck that even in total solitude he was not alone.

And this was where he had ended up. The bridge of a Sith warship, following the daughter of a mad vision who claimed to hold knowledge of all he sought. The bargain had been simple, he was to guard her, body and spirit, on a mission to retrieve an heirloom of some sort. It was insane, a foolish dream based on what was probably a lie, and yet here he was, his life sworn to hers.

A faint cackling laugh echoed somewhere in the recesses of Bass’ mind, and he twisted around suddenly, seeking its source. But the bridge of the ship was quiet save for the disturbing hissing of his companion, his charge. @Grimoire, the Sith acolyte who apparently held to key to his salvation.

"And so you can finally fullfill the destiny you seek” she had said. The cackling was gone as if it had never existed in the first place.

Hidden from sight by the metal plate that sealed his face, Bass scoffed. There was no destiny in this, merely a bit of hope where there had been none before. Hope for a chance to feel alive again, to not exist as the discarded remains of a horrific experiment. But even before he had hope he had never stopped fighting, so why change it up now? He clung to his anger and his will. He had reclaimed his mind once, he had faced terrors that could not exist in this reality, this was nothing. The laughing be damned, Bass thought to himself, letting his anger steel his mind and steady his hands. He would see this through.

 

[Velok the Younger]

SANCTUARY

Hardly anyone remembered this world nowadays; hardly anyone ever had. That was sort of the idea. It had once boasted a Rebel Alliance presence for the resettlement of fighters' families; now it had little to recommend it. She'd heard that some company or other had a factory on another continent, but that was neither here nor there so long as they kept themselves to themselves. For the moment, it was simply a remote world, a hiding place where nothing else would be put at risk by the Dark Forge.

She'd offered the Forge back to Hauntruss, once upon a time. For Hauntruss, it would have been...oh, a couple of years, perhaps. For Rave it had been a quarter of a century, and memories faded as they and she aged. The magician's exploits near the Core had filtered through to Rave's habitual haunts in the Outer Rim and Wild Space. Eventually, she knew, the Dark Forge would be reclaimed. She'd foreseen it, even if she didn't like it, in a rare vision. A dream, really.

Hence her removal of the Forge from the secret Fort Elsa on the equally secret world of Kelsier. The cloaked world lay a good distance Rimward of here, past Sanctum territory. It held the uplift protocols of the qo'saarai, the stygium reclamators, the Deicide Oculus -- things from her old life, but things with which she wouldn't easily part. No, the Dark Forge was one risk too many.

She'd been terribly careful in her removal and transport of the Forge across the galaxy from Aza'zoth. But careful wasn't good enough, and so she'd hedged her bets. Normally, now that she'd turned to the Light, she kept the Dark Forge shielded in nullification resin. She and the qo'saarai had removed that resin once they brought the Forge to Aza'zoth, and now here it sat on a desolate plateau. And so did she, working in a prefabricated hut a few hundred metres away, near the plateau's edge. A handful of qo'saarai stood guard, here and in orbit, and an old Sith Empire shuttle lay nearby. Working near a Dark Side nexus had its advantages, as Yoda had found when he set up shop beside the Dark Side cave on Dagobah. From far away, light and dark tended to cancel each other out. Every now and again she hid her Force presence and let the Forge's aura blare across the aether.