Oh i'm sorry, did we break your concentration? [New Order Dominion of Lorrd]

[Other Space Kaiden]

[member="Darth Ferus"]


Vulcanus continued the fight and he was making his way up the stairs of the Temple now as the cultists fell back. Walking into the temple, Vulcanus looked around at the massive statues to unknown Sith Lords that lined the inner chamber and took note of how the fleeing cultists simple scurried around them instead of fighting. It was pathetic. That is when his Enforcer chimed into his com


"Excellent, Enforcer, the final assault has led us into the temple. Join me and let us annihilate these rodents."

 

[Darth Ferus]

[member="Darth Vulcanus"]

"It will be done." The Enforcer took off then, his form sprinting across the battlefield to the temple in a force induced boost. He knew better then to keep his master waiting. He ran by fights of all kinds, from the cultists beating back a fellow Sith to execution squads killing the surrendered sympathizers. None would survive this day to tell the tale. The cultists would be forcibly erased from history, just as Vulcanus wanted.

It didn't take him long to reach his master, and he slowed, walking calmly to his side. "Our forces are winning. Many of the sympathizers are being rounded up for execution now."

 

[Other Space Kaiden]

[member="Darth Ferus"]


"Glory is ours this day, just as it has always been intended for the Graug and the Sith." Vulcanus responded to his Enforcer as they marched through the dark temple. Already the stormtroopers were wiping out what was left of the cultist resistance and it seemed as if Ferus had already killed their Darth as there was no longer a strong individual presence on the planet. The master wouldn't give his apprentice the satisfaction of knowing that, not yet at least. For now, he would simply go about his eradication of the lessers and deal with words of the Darth later.


As the two walked down the hall, Vulcanus suddenly stopped and looked to a door in the far corner "I sense something." the Sith hissed, drawing his Sith Sword and marching over to the neatly hidden entrance. Throwing it open, the dark lord peered inside what turned out to be a training room and before him looked up the terrified faces of young Sith initiates who ranged from 8 to 15. They all backed up in face of the Graug Warlord, who snorted at their very existence.


"Offspring of this weak following" the Dark Lord growled as he looked upon the faces, "​learning one word of this blasphemous order is too much, eradicate them." Vulcanus commanded, reaching out to the eldest girl in the room and focusing his hate on her. She screamed in pain as her skin grew red and her blood began to boil inside her veins.


There would be no mercy....

 

[Maya Carrick]

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[Bria Shadow-Tarkin]

Outside was a different matter, as if this wasn't enough for Bria do be doing, her passion flowing from her now as wrapped a blanket around more of them, but doing some thing more as started to plant in their minds seeds, just like did back when running the empire. Little by little then came a waking of what would have to be done. Seeking out what would be come a hidding place for these, to give them a new purpose, to serve her to be her loyal servants. Weaving and working in a out of the darkness then came the spells that would put up walls upon walls bring at less a curtain down.

Opening her eyes upon which would have to do now would come back later when all was gone to get those that had seek to save, even one having its own use to her. Finding herself getting off her knees to stay up finish her way to the temple making sure that was doing what could be done, walking with in from body to body to make sure they was dead if not draining the rest of there life with another spell that giving her strength back with in her body. Helping those on our side to repair her body being careful not to be watched by the wrong eyes, taking her own force being that of gray mixer not a strong pulse in the darkness like those she was among now.

[member="Darth Vulcanus"][member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[Moff Iridius]

"Dust off now!" With the civilians loaded up into the life boats the Moff sent them up and was left with a good fifty storm troopers to do his bidding, and right now his bidding was to form a search for the men and women left behind. "Go lets go round up the civilians and lets go!" With the stormtrooper armor adorned on his body the Moff was considered a high priority target but he knew that to win these people he needed to save them. If word spread that he saved these people perhaps the people would accept them as their new leader. Though he would need to be appointed by his lord the emperor

 

[Darth Odium]

[member="Darth Ferus"] [member="Darth Vulcanus"] [member="Bria Shadow-Tarkin"]

Odium entered behind the Sith lord and his enforcer then regarded the young things with black eyes. His perteptual frown broke slightly as the screams of the other children began to fill the area.

'Weak. Hidding. Screaming. they must be freed from their weakness.' he thought as he moved swiftly to save them from themselves.

His saber staff hummed loudly as he began to cull the little creatures from the galaxy. Limbs and bodies filled the area as he looked at the last two children of maybe 15.

<Kneel and pray for death.> he said to their minds.

 

[Bria Shadow-Tarkin]

Walking towards the inner of the temple, getting her way only to find herself to late for those she had wanted to weave in magic to have as her own, to keep to mold.

Being to look at [member="Odium"] her eyes started to glow upon, reaching out in the force upon the being. Touching to make him with her magic weaving a thought and sence into his mind that he had already came down upon them. As waving to the two if it worked to let them both get behind would hide them in the dark curtain that she would wrap around them if that didn't work she would come to other means of dark magic.

 

[Darth Odium]

[member="Bria Shadow-Tarkin"]

Odium looked at the pink female thing and frowned. His black eyes focused on her as she hid the two weak children. His head tresses "sniffed" the air for their presences. It was clear they were in the room still, but it didn't matter now. If he killed them now or someone else did later they would still die.

<Take them witch.> Odium said through the force.

He extinguished his saber staff and moved toward the exit. He would go to the vaults and see what he could scrounge before the stormtroopers did.

 

[Wilhelm Rykal]

Soon, a large black shuttle would fly down towards the cultist temple from the low-flying star destroyer overhead, landing just outside. The exit ramp extended down, and Commander Rykal walked down it, followed by several Blackblade Commandos. The group proceeded into the temple, following behind Odium closely before Rykal eventually walked beside him. ''Off to the artifact chamber as well, hmm? Scavenge as you please from there, my lord, but I have orders from Darth Vornskr to acquire a special one...'', he said with a very serious tone. His mission was obviously a very important one for the New Order, and also Darth Vornskr.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pwhgmgTmbT4

[member="Odium"]
[member="Darth Vulcanus"]

 

[Bria Shadow-Tarkin]

[member="Odium"]

Letting her lips curve up upon this sith. As let it be by not with out speaking.
{you make the right choice beside they will serve then they will killed}
Just what Bria planing it was always a mysterious the last 1000 years had given her time to think, to gain wisdome be on the reaches of the end of the galaxy. Moving her way as she did knowing more would be drained by her hands magic, then more will be brought back. It was the beginning of something grand her children would be prefect they would be her Nightstalkers. [member="Darth Vulcanus"]

 

[Bjornveld Skjoldsen]

Issue #1 of Bjornveld's Crazy Crashing Chronicles, The Arrival!

Explosions everywhere, deafening noises, the shouts of soldiers, a constant beeping from a failing engine and many more sounds were currently audible inside the gunship Bjornveld was descending in. He was one of the later arrivals, but he had gotten into a gunship with a pretty bad route to the surface. They had to move through a recently built up Anti-Air position one or two clicks away from the temple and if that wasn't bad enough, the pilot was also too incompetent to dodge correctly or just use a different route once he realized there was an AA-position. If that man survived, Bjornveld would want to torture and kill him personally, but for now he had to worry about his own survival. The gunship was crashing, that was certain and they would have to crash somewhere. After that thought Bjornveld had an idea. He quickly pushed past the group of soldiers to the cockpit of the ship and opened the door, when he did, he saw the reason the Pilot hasn't been dodging correctly, that man was already dead. A small shrapnel that caused a small crack in the window was apparently the reason for his untimely demise. So Bjornveld quickly closed the door behind him, since even with that little crack, the wind was rushing inside quite violently and quickly, and shoved the pilot out of his seat. Afterwards he took control of the ship, with the limited navigational capabilities it still had, and changed the course slightly.

What the new target is, you ask? Well, that'll be revealed in the next issue: Bjornveld crazy crashing chronicles, The Impact!

 

[Darth Odium]

[member="Commander Rykal"] [member="Darth Vulcanus"] [member="Bria Shadow-Tarkin"] [member="Bjornveld Skjoldsen"]

Odium nodded once to the commander as he walked. His mind full of what might be held in the vault. These cults had a tendency to acquire a great many tools and artefacts. his boots clacked on the polished floor as he walked silently. He turned a few time and finally arrived at the door. To be sure he pushed once to see if it was opened. It was not. He ignited one side of his saber staff and plunged it into the door. Slowly he began cutting the thick metal until a section as big as himself fell inward. the edges were still orange and smoking when he stepped inside.

 

[Darth Ferus]

The Darth only shook his head as the younglings were killed. Not out of disappointment. Not out of guilt. But out of sorrow. Sorrow he did not act quick enough to end their lives quickly. He moved after his master once again, walking calmly. There wasn't much left. The troopers have killed most if not all of the resistance. All that would be left would to burn the temple. Burn the area. The Zabrak grinned at the thought of burning everything.

Commander Rykal Darth Vulcanus Bria Shadow-Tarkin Bjornveld Skjoldsen [member="Odium"]

 

[Other Space Kaiden]

[member="Darth Ferus"] [member="Odium"] [member="Bjornveld Skjoldsen"] [member="Commander Rykal"]


With the business with the younglings completed, Darth Vulcanus followed behind Rykal and Odium down into the artifacts and knowledge hall. The electronic knowledge had already been sent to his personal computer by his 'son' but he wished to collect knowledge that was too important to keep logged digitally, or simply couldn't. Holocrons, books anything that could give the Dark Lord insight into how to prepare himself for the destruction of his body that he knew was at hand. He didn't like to admit it, but he knew the curse put on him by that Sith Spirit was beginning to take its hold. With every step he took he could feel the pain surging through his very soul, the physical pain would one day overwhelm him and he needed to learn more so that he could avoid death.


He wasn't ready to die, he would never be ready in reality. The Graug Warlord planned on corrupting and ruling the galaxy for eternity, for he was the only one who could bring about true order....true perfection. The Dark Lord moved throughout the holocrons and artifacts the cultists had collected. his claws dragging over them as he read their labels in the Sith tongue. Force Drain, Transfer Essence, Force Corruption. There were many others, but only these were sufficient enough to gain Vulcanus's eye.


With a malevolent grin, the Dark Lord grabbed the three holocrons. These would serve him well and what knowledge he could find on his personal computer would give him even more...this had been a glorious day indeed.

 

[Wilhelm Rykal]

Commander Rykal had soon found his prize in the artifact chamber, beckoning Darth Vulcanus over. ''My emperor! Over here.....I think we've made zi discovery of a lifetime!'', he'd say, eyeing a large Sith Holocron, glowing in a pale corpse light.....this one was unique. What secrets could it contain?
[member="Darth Vulcanus"]

 

[Bjornveld Skjoldsen]

Issue #2 of Bjornveld's Crazy Crashing Chronicles, The Impact:

Bjornveld had managed to yank the Dropship a couple degrees to the side. Now it was on a completely different course. It was headed towards the large building, the Temple. The ship was headed directly for the walls of the Temple, Bjornveld had wanted it so. It would hit the side of the Temple and set it ablaze, while hopefully killing a couple infidels on the other side. The others on the ship would probably die as well, but if they died from such a minor thing, this thing being crashing at many, many miles per hour at a fortified building with explosive things aboard, then they would not be worthy of being alive and in the presence of a Sith. Suddenly there was a loud noise and Bjornveld was thrown forward a bit, afterwards he heard a loud noise behind him and suddenly flew up to the top of the cockpit. He looked out the window and noticed that the gunship had somehow been flung upside down and was now crashing towards the temple with the cockpit pointing backwards and the rear part, the part with the soldiers pointing at the temple. This was going to be crazy. Approaching closer and closer to the temple, Bjornveld braced himself for the impact, then a loud noise behind him and a bit of flying towards the cracked glass plus everything getting a bit darker indicated that the Gunship had finally hit the wall and was now inside the temple.

Wow, this was another exciting issue of Bjornveld's Crazy Crashing Chronicles, next time 'Bjornveld's Crazy Crashing Chronicles, Slaughtering the Infidels' completely kid-friendly without any gore or violence in it!

 

[Placeholder 0123]

For Graxin, the operation had been another success in a short list of them. He had no business in going to look at holocrons, or anything of that ilk. No, he had another mission now. He strode out of the temple; tall and proud as he walked. The mission was going well along for his allies, or so he had heard. Sheathing his sword, the son of the Dark Lord strode off for the small Belbulab he had used to land.

The Wookie homeworld called to him, and he would happily answer.

 

[Other Space Kaiden]

[member="Commander Rykal"]


Vulcanus swiftly moved to the side of the commander, his eyes studying the holocron that glowed in the distance. "what is it, commander?" was the Dark Emperor's simple question as he stared at the holocron with a sense of wonder. There could be amazing secrets hidden within...ones that could possibly end the Jedi once and for all.

 

[Wilhelm Rykal]

Rykal grinned evily. He was familiar with this holocron from ancient texts he had studied. ''This.....is the holocron of Darth Nekrov.....an ancient Sith Lord, one who was said to possess the power to raise the spirits and bodies of the dead themselves to serve and fight for him.....'', he said, studying the intricate detail of the holocron. ''This holocron could allow us to dominate the galaxy if it's secrets are used efficiently.....our possession of it must be kept secret. No one else in the New Order other than I and yourself can know about it as of yet. Preparations need to be made quietly....'', he said with great caution, handing the holocron to the Emperor for closer inspection. ''I advise it be transported to Research Station Wolfenstein for safe keeping and experimentation.....''
[member="Darth Vulcanus"]