Uneasy Lies the Head That Wears a Crown (Subjugation of Korriban, Open to Primeval, Others PM for In

[Setzi Lunelle]

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Korriban​

Setzi Lunelle was merely an acolyte, but with support of her Master, [member="Darth Pyrrhus"], she was rising through the ranks of the Sith, quicker than she even imagined. Certainly more rapidly than any fallen Jedi should. But perhaps she was an example that the Sith would use to their advantage. A Ziost trophy snatched up and claimed by the Primeval (by way of the Sith). She had also been courting favor with Warmaster Darth Hauntruss to develop an elite squadron to fight the Coruscanti Resistance. While slow going, the recent terrorist attacks on Csilla and Coruscant proved that different tactics were needed to deal with these uprisings. Furthermore Darth Pyrrhus had hinted around at her Knight status, but she hadn't heard any real information about that. Until now.

Or so she assumed. For Setzi had recently been summoned to Korriban by a Massassi Sith Lord named Darth Phokus, but for what she did not know. The brunette acolyte knew that Phokus was one of the main professors at the Sith Academy, and it would poor form to question his request, so she promptly traveled from her new home in Glee Anselm across the galaxy to Korriban. Perhaps Darth Pyrrhus would join or or perhaps not as he had his own Academy to run. But with a longing kiss, she bid him farewell and flew alone. Setzi enjoyed the quiet of her ship away from the grueling, neverending training of an acolyte. However, during the journey, she found that her thoughts wandered too often to her dead sister and was relieved when she had arrived in the Esstran sector.

Korriban: Steeped in so much history and tradition, but also a wasteland of the dead. Tombs, catacombs, caves, underground enclaves were abundant and rife with the spirits of powerful Sith Lords from long ago. It was the first time she had been on this particular planet, but once her foot stepped upon the dusty, red ground, she felt the immense darkside power that seeped out of every sand-covered crevice. The arid wind blew on her face, and she made her way to the Academy, in awe of the monuments and iconic strength of the structure before her.

If Korriban wasn't the jewel of the Sith, it most certainly was one of the rarest gems in the crown. With deep curiosity and reverence, she entered the Academy and waited as directed for Darth Phokkus.

Spoiler

This thread's purpose is so Setzi Lunelle can become the Warlord of Korriban, but please let me know if you are interested in using this thread for your own character development. I'm happy help achieve your goals as well. Main Objectives: Establish a slave trade to keep the Eternal Pyre burning/Design and build a new Sith Tomb in the Valley of the Dark Lords for your characters. When it’s time for their deaths, you will be immortalized. Other Possible Objectives: Build an outdoor fighting arena for Sith Academy Tournaments/Do business in the capital of Dreshdae/Raise the dead in the Valley of the Dark Lords/Build an army for Primeval/Sith/Establish palace and court with PC courtiers/Establish new trade agreement with Bastion

[member="Einar Shadowmane"] [member="Dex Torture"] [member="Anja Aj'Rou"] [member="Zambrano the Hutt"] [member="Boo Chiyo"] [member="Laguz Vald"]

 

[Setzi Lunelle]

After an extraordinarily long wait, Setzi was finally ushered into Darth Phokus's office. As she closed the door behind her, the Korriban native assessed her coldly with his yellow, pupil-less eyes. He was extremely tall, red-skinned with long cheek tendrils, which he calmly stroked once. In a deep, gravely baritone, he stated:

"Acolyte Lunelle, it has been brought to my attention that you are not a fan of slavery."

Setzi's stomach dropped when she heard this. How did a Sith Lord of his stature even know this information? And how much trouble was she going to be in for this belief which was quite in antithesis to Sith principles? She searched her memory for where or when she may have complained and... suddenly she remembered that she had mentioned it to another student at the Temple of Pain. And now she was stationed in front of a powerful darksider having to defend those beliefs. That's the last time I trust another Acolyte with mindless chatter, she thought!

But furthermore, did she own up to her unfavorable position. Or blatantly deny it?

"I'm waiting," intoned Darth Phokus.

"I believe that labor should involve a willing participant who is paid a living wage. And I'm not a fan of degradation."

The Massassi came closer to her. Suddenly he loomed too close, seeming taller than ever. Perhaps it was a trick of the eye or perhaps an illusion. But Setzi felt as though he may be getting ready to strike her.

He did not. "Your Master has owned slaves," he said. "Are you aware of that?"

"I am."

"And what did you think about that?"

"I didn't agree with it, of course," she said, with a defiant tilt of the chin. The fact that he didn't immediately punish her, emboldened Setzi somewhat. "In fact, I had her sent away."

"Interesting," said Darth Phokus, not moving from where he stood. "I have an assignment for you, Acolyte Lunelle." And then as though he were a gracious host and they were meeting for tea, he motioned towards one of his black, leather chairs. But his words dripped with malice:

"Please SIT."

[member="Darth Pyrrhus"]

 

[Dex Torture]

Dex looked over the seemingly deserted landscape, the soil seeped of untold stories and unimaginable power. The wind whispered secrets of the past as it swirled around the firrerreo's feet. Dex streached his vison to the towering walls of what had to be the Sith Academy slightly over the horizon, it pulsated immense dark power, power that Dex craved.

Dex knew that if he was to ever become a sith that the Academy was the best place to begin his journey, he only questioned if they would accept him with such low experience. True enough he had terrorized the factory district of the Galactic City and splashed his name in the pool of the universes worst, but this was a totally different league. As he made his way to the Coliseum of a school doors he was swallowed by the dark aura that oozed out of the crevices of the historic halls, Dex no longer had room for doubt as he opened the doors and stepped inside, ironically he was filled with a sense of joy and belonging. He was finally home, his journey of havoc had just begun!

Dex's gold skin seemed to glow in the dark halls as he walked forward. He searched his pockets for the mysterious letter he had received. Not knowing if he was walking into a trap or not he held the hilt of his saber staff in his palm, ready for any unsettling move

"Why would the sith academy summon me?", he questioned as he plundered deeper down the hallway.

Being a firrerreo definitely had its upsides as his eyes weren't affected by the low lighting in the area at all and he would see the heat signatures of a beings body heat from a mile away, still he was aware the academy homed Sith Masters that could negate his abilities. In the distance he could hear the voices of two, one male the other female, sweat now condensing in his palms

"Let's see what this is all about!"

[member="Setzi Lunelle"] [member="Anja Aj'Rou"] [member="Zambrano the Hutt"] [member="Boo Chiyo"]

 

[Setzi Lunelle]

Setzi didn’t want to sit at all, but did she really have a choice? She took the seat offered to her, while Darth Phokus made his way around his desk and lowered himself into his own chair to face her, clasping his hands together. She felt distinctly like she was in trouble, as though back in high school and she was caught defacing property or cheating on a test. But Setzi was always a good student back then. Others were in that hot seat more, not her.

I must make a terrible Sith, she thought. Malicious acts advanced your standing in the organization, yet here I am defending slavery. I suppose I deserve to be sitting here, nearly trembling in fear over my stubborn beliefs.

The Massassi’s crackly voice broke through her thoughts, like static on the radio waves. “The Eternal Pyre. Have you heard of it?”

She nodded her head, no.

“It sits in the Valley of the Dark Lords. You are to take a group of slaves from the Academy to the Pyre.” He suddenly glanced at a pile of flimsiplast papers on his desk and picked up a stylus. Was he finished?

“That will be all, Acolyte Lunelle. You will go now and perform this task. Oh, and find an Acolyte to go with you, please. There are about twenty slaves. You don’t want to risk being overpowered.”

“Thank you, Lord Phokus,” she said deferentially, and rose, leaving his office. The Eternal Pyre sounded familiar, but she wasn’t sure why or how. The lore of Korriban wasn’t something she had studied that intensely. And feth no, she didn’t want to be overpowered by twenty slaves! Setzi needed to find another Acolyte and fast.

As she rounded the corner, she ran nearly smack into [member="Dex Torture"]. With a pained expression on her face and a long sigh of relief, the brunette apprentice asked:

“Are you an Acolyte? Darth Phokus needs help now."

Yes, blame your desperation on the Massassi, she thought.

" Would you care to assist me?"

 

[Dex Torture]

Dex couldn't shake the feeling that he was walking into a trap and constantly turned to make sure he wasn't being followed, he turned around just in the nic of time to avoid a head on collision with maybe one of the most beautiful beings he had ever seen.

"Ummm Ummm" He stuttered under his voice, lost for words

Usually Firrerreos only find beauty within their own race, but the sith acolyte that stood before him was simply stunning. Dex covertly placed the hilt of his lightsaber back in its side holster and eyed her closer. She stood around 5'3, 5'4 with gorgeous flowing brunette hair, but it was her eyes that sold him. They seemed to pierce through him, in the mere seconds that they stood there dex felt like she had read his whole lives story but they were warm and inviting at the same time.

"Are you an acolyte? Darth Phokus needs help now." she asked breaking the trance dex had involuntarily feel into

"Would you care to assist me?", she followed up with as Dex struggled to regain a grip of his psyche.

"Ummm , ummm yes I am a acolyte and I'll go anywhere you..."

Dex caught his words before he embarrassed himself any further. Dex looked down at his arms and they were completely silver, he was sure that by the sudden rush of emotions that his entire body had changed color by now, he looked away in embarrassment as he waited for her response.

"Get yourself together kid we have work to do!!! Who the hell is Darth Phokus and what does he want with me?" Dex repeated in his head

[member="Setzi Lunelle"]

 

[Zambrano the Starweird]

Slavery? SLAVERY? What a preposterous proposition! Slavery was vile, horrible even! In this manner, Zambrano could sympathize with the aspiring Acolyte. Only friendship could possibly overcome something as demeaning as slavery, which is why today Zambrano held with him in his control, exactly twenty friends. He dotted on each one, touching a few, nibbling a few others, but not playing too roughly. After all, they had somewhere to be! Somewhere very important, and soon, but not yet, guests would arrive to show them the way!

Lovey the Vaapad ran about the couple of columns of near-human cattle harassing them gently, and somewhere surely a tiny Jawa was likely among them doing the same. Today, Zambrano was different. He was always different when he came to Korriban. Memories and familiarity filled his heart and mind, and the comfort of being in a domain he once held with an iron grip in a past life seemed to ease the rampant blood lust the odious slug usually possessed.

"Aren't you just the sweetest!" His dirty, gore-slimy, fat tongue removed itself from a friends face as those words were spoken, as he had taken a liking to simply tasting the subjects and inducing them a degree of pain through his every contact without sullying their flesh too much. Eventually two or more acolytes would arrive here, and release these slaves from their desperate position... and then through them into fire.

Fire was interesting to Zambrano, and it was in all likelihood that the Hutt would join them in their little adventure upon his hovering Throne of corpses.

[member="Setzi Lunelle"], [member="Dex Torture"], [member="Mishk"]

 

[Setzi Lunelle]

Good. [member="Dex Torture"] was willing and didn't appear to question her hurried manner, nor even wonder what they were up to. Unfaltering devotion, able to please, no hesitation… these were traits that would serve the Acolyte well. Those who were too inquisitive, skeptical or halting usually found themselves weeded out of the Academy fairly quickly. And occasionally rotting in an prison underneath the Korriban facility or shipped off to a labor camp in the Unknown Regions.

His gold skin turned silver suddenly. Was he a Firrerreo? She didn't have much experience with this particular humanoid race, but the hallmarks were the shimmering epidermis and a vaguely animal appearance. If she had known how Acolyte Torture complimented her in his mind, she may have been flattered or even preoccupied from the task at hand, but she only beckoned him to follow her.

The further away from Darth Phokus's office Setzi could get the better. The foreboding feeling she had gotten from the powerful Sith Lord had unsettled her to the core. There would be a trial for the Acolytes today, but what it was, she didn't know.

As the brunette acolyte walked quickly along the hallways, the Firrerreo trailing behind her, she said, "We'll be taking a cargo speeder to the Valley of the Dark Lords. Come. It's this way."

Eventually, the pair of them made their way to the back of the Academy where a large personnel speeder was waiting. But that wasn't all that was parked there. Along with twenty slaves, dressed in rags, of varying species and sexes, there was an enormous Hutt who appeared to be provoking them. Topping off the display of degradation and misery, two Imperial Guards stood on either side of the chained group and the Hutt. Their imposing stature and draping red armor gave the entire scene a rather ceremonial touch.

"Maybe we're to help them with a specific ritual at the Eternal Pyre," whispered Setzi to Acolyte Torture. If the thought of this task rattled her nerves before, her anxiety was now about ten times worse now that she could visibly see the anguish these poor, huddled beings were experiencing at the hand of the vile Hutt.

[member="Zambrano the Hutt"]

 

[Mishk]

The venom was slightly damaging to their skins but not really life threatening. At least as long as they did not lick their bruised limbs.
Mishk positioned himself before the next slave and eyed him.

He pulled a short black staff from the bucket he held dangling from his left hand.

Carefully he lifted the item and used it to throw a punch in the air, directed toward the slaves chest but never hitting. The liquid venom however was splashed across the mans torso.

"From darkness you came and to darkness you shalth ascend." he started, reciting the dark scriptures he had found in the Delos of the Directory. There was so much he had understood when studying these texts. Everything made much more sense to him and he had come to several conclussions from his studies. One was that the men he had forced to read needed their tounges intact, less the meaning of it all was somewhat nullified. Never the less, he had been very dutiful and kept "reading'" As of late he himself had even started to understand some of the ancient symbols.

"As you are flawed by creation Balagoth accepts you to be reborn at another time." he continued while splashing the venom.
He peered down the row of slaves. There was only a few left then they would be ready for the pyre.

"Rejoice you blessed one, because the eternity of Sargon is yours!"

"Amen!" he finished with as a strong voice he could muster.

Then he dipped the black staff into the bucket and proceeded to the next slave repeating the procedure.

[member="Zambrano the Hutt"] [member="Setzi Lunelle"]

 

[Dex Torture]

Dex peered carefully at the suspicious looking beings that stood amongst the slaves once again readied his weapon. Being from the Galatic City he was all to familiar with the Hutt Cartel and their ruthless tactics but something was different about the grotesque slug that stood before him, not only did he bore markings of the sith council the Hutt also seemed to have an uncanny connection to the force as well.

Switching his attention to the smaller [member="Mishk"], Dex began to wonder what sinister plan the duo had in store for the slaves and what part acolyte lunelle and himself played into it. Clearing his throat Dex spoke out to the seeminly preoccupied guest.

"So whenever you guys are done playing with your food, do you think we can get this trip started?"

Not one to sympathize with non firrerreo beings, dex could care less about the whimpering of the slaves as the vile toxins spewed across them. The forbidden scriptures echoed in his ears as he walked past the possessed jawa and towards the docked speeder stopping only to glance behind him to see if [member="Setzi Lunelle"] was in pursuit.

"I don't trust them, stay sharp" dex whispered to his newly founded acolyte friend as they neared the ships entrance

"There's just something not right about that Hutt!"

[member="Setzi Lunelle"] [member="Zambrano the Hutt"] [member="Mishk"]

 

[Zambrano the Starweird]

"AMEN!" The Hutt roared with great fervor, as his zealous apprentice made his adorable rituals. Despite being the Master of the Jawa, and the Jawa witnessing the gargantuan slug as something more divine than he deserved to be seen as, the relationship between Master and Apprentice was not always as direct and simple as the Master teaching the Student... as sometimes the Master had something to be learned from the Student. In this way, thinking of course it was all merely a game with close friends, the Hutt began to encourage and partake in the new religious studies of the Jawa. Not nearly as thoroughly, and without real understanding, but nonetheless as the Jawa played his games, the Hutt would play Mishk's.

A solitary 'finger' upon the Hutt, caressed the side of one slave's face, leaving behind the burning residue that opened a scarring wound, trickling blood from the new cut. They wept like the worm they were, and Zambrano's tenacious eyes tracked the droplets of fluids with perverse interest. In moments later, two new friends arrived, speaking of strange things. So he greeted them, leaving behind the weeping slave as his Throne carried him along.

"Are the games about to commence? Or do you have a surprise gift for me!" The elated Sith Knight questioned the pair as they approached their vehicles and such.

[member="Darth Azurea"], [member="Mishk"], [member="Dex Torture"]

 

[Setzi Lunelle]

Something awful was about to happen to these slaves, and it finally dawned on Darth Azurea that whatever they were being coated in by the devious, little jawa, and the fact that they were going to something called The Eternal Pyre meant only one thing. They were going to be burned alive.

She felt sick to her stomach momentarily, but tried to compose herself as she walked after Dex Torture. Her pride would not allow her to be seen as weak, but he would probably notice her tentative steps and unpleasant grimace at the thought of this whole ordeal. Her mind flashed to Darth Pyrrhus. This better not be one of his wicked games! she thought, but since her Master allowed her to free his own slave (or at least present her as a gift to House Chaf), she sincerely doubted the Togruta Knight had pulled these strings and put her in this awkward position.

Now the motley crew of the human, Firrerreo, Hutt and Jawa walked to the speeder, while the guards prodded the slaves like cattle to enter in through the cargo hatch.

“I have no gift for you,” said Darth Azurea addressing the enormous and grotesque slug. She then lowered her voice and whispered out of ear shot of the red-clad guards. “But wouldn’t it be a fine thing to give these slaves the gift of mercy?” She directed this question to all of her three fellow slave wranglers.

Azurea was treading on dangerous ground as the Eternal Pyre was an exalted Sith ritual that had been going on for… well eternity as it’s name described. To question this was very impudent and nearly treacherous, but the brunette human girl defiantly stood her ground.

[member="Dex Torture"] [member="Zambrano the Hutt"] [member="Mishk"]

 

[Dex Torture]

Dex studied [member="Darth Azurea"] questionably. She was obviously a follower of the dark side, they were all standing on a loading bay at the Sith Academy so that much was evident, but her demeanor screamed Jedi.

"Maybe I jumped to conclusions about who I should be watching" Dex pondered while turning his attention back to the enormous Hutt and smaller but seemingly just as menacing colleague

Venomous fluid splashed everywhere as Zambrano's throne moved closer and closer. The tradition of the Eternal Pyre was something dex had only heard rumors of back home and secretly was beginning to intregue him now, what would happen when they arrived and more importantly what should he expect after the ritual was over.

"The gift of mercy" he mumbled to himself as Zambrano and Mishk inhumanely loaded the slaves on the ship, sympathy was not one of his strong suits and usually he would condemn anyone as a weakling that followed such thoughts but as he stared at Azurea and her firm disposition against the grimace acts that they all knew were about to commence he saw a hidden power, a power that would even defy the morals that the dark side stood by.

Dex stepped back to allow everyone into the hanger and inadvertently rubbed his right arm against the stomach of Zambrono, shooting a flash of pain instantly to his brain as the smell of burning flesh ventilated throughout the ship. All eyes turned to the melting appendage as the young firrerreos arm turned silver and quickly healed back to normal

"Well that stung", Dex proclaimed sarcastically as he examined the new arm "So shall we be leaving or do I have to burn a few more limbs off first?"

[member="Darth Azurea"] [member="Zambrano the Hutt"] [member="Mishk"]

 

[Zambrano the Starweird]

[member="Darth Azurea"]

"Mercy? Mercy from what?" The Hutt blinked perplexed by the question of the fellow Acolyte. Moments later, as they were loading the slaves into the transport, the Ferrero rubbed up against him, and burned for some reason? He didn't touch his hands, which dripped with acid from every tiny tendril. It would become apparent though, despite the strange burning of the other alien, that the Hutt was on a whole other plane of reality. Sociopathy, wreaked from him. The most notorious and infamous Warlord, merely continued to poke and proud people, causing them pain, and relishing in the enjoyment of the act.

"Do you know of what she speaks, Dearest?" Those golden eyes moved down to its small apprentice, wherever he may be at the moment.

[member="Dex Torture"], [member="Mishk"]

 

[Setzi Lunelle]

None of her cohorts appeared to understand her question, so entrenched in the darkside they were already. But Darth Azurea was actually once a Jedi, so the Firrerreo was very perceptive indeed at her unusual statement. She snapped her mouth shut and shot him a wary glance at his comment.

“Never mind,” she muttered, not wanting Acolyte Torture to also repeat what she said back to Darth Phokkus. There were already enough loose lips around the Academy as it were, and Azurea finally put the pieces together enough to realize that the powerful Massassi Sith Lord was trying to punish her for her bold criticism of slavery. As well as give her a test.

And if she failed, would she be thrown upon the Pyre to be consumed by flames which licked at her arms and legs causing her a slow and agonizing pain?

Speaking of flames…

She watched Dex Torture abruptly burn himself on the tough epidermis of Zambrano the Hutt, singing his arm which turned a silver color. “Let’s just get on with this,” she said, turning to the Acolyte.

Now that they were all about to depart, riding in the cargo speeder together with the slaves, Darth Azurea began to become even more nauseated from the smell, not just of the unwashed, fearful beings, but of the foul Hutt and his jawa apprentice. She dug into her bag and delicately pulled out an opaque, red scarf which she held up to her nose.

As the transport sailed along making its way to the Valley of the Dark Lords, Zambrano the Hutt would not leave the slaves alone. He vexed them with jabs to their ribs and performed other invasive movers. Oh feth, this whole situation is making me feel physically ill, thought Darth Azurea. She had no stomach at all to watch this mindless and constant torture, especially when these wretched slaves were also going to be burned alive at the end of all of this. To pass the time, she asked the Firrerreo: "When did you join up with the Sith?"

Using her scarf as cover, she punched in a message to Darth Pyrrhus on her datapad. Azurea had an idea, but it was an extremely dangerous one, and she felt that she would need his presence as a respected Sith Academy owner himself to help persuade Darth Phokkus of what she had in mind.

Did she tell him she was in trouble? She might as well have been, but having him fly all of the way to Korriban in a state of unease about her situation was cruel.

It was better to tell a little white lie, like a proper Sith would do:

//incoming transmission...

To: [member="Darth Pyrrhus"]
From: Darth Azurea

On behalf of Darth Phokkus of the Korriban Sith Academy I’m summoning you to Korriban for an important meeting with the esteemed professor. You are to come at once. Please, Tanek?

//outgoing transmission...

Hopefully by using the name she originally knew him as would make the message seem less demanding. As his apprentice she didn’t want to put too many demands on his time. As his lover, however, she would reserve the right to call upon him when she pleased.

[member="Dex Torture"] [member="Zambrano the Hutt"] [member="Mishk"]

 

[Mishk]

[member="Zambrano the Hutt"]

Mishk moved from the final slave with a whispered

"Amen..."

He trotted passed his master and stopped discomfortably close to [member="Darth Azurea"] - reaching for her skirts his skeletal like fingers, all covered in blood and gore. But he seized his movement just inches away. His sick gleaming eyes staring at hers.

"Massster... this one is very noble to underline the true nature of our worship - Mercy." the word tasted strange in his mouth as he formed it. Yet he found himself caring for it.

"We are in the name of Balagoth merciful indeed. You are erely missunderstanding our intent most noble noble one." he adressed [member="Darth Azurea"]

"These are friends of ours and therefore it is our will to give them a higher meaning. Turning meaningless existance into that of meaning.That is the mercy."
And with that Mishk turned toward the slaves boarding the shuttle. It was time for their final blessing. He raised his hand toward them.

"A dead risen
With fury and devotion still
Set loose upon his shattered road
The Black word shall the heart plow

Amen."

[member="Dex Torture"]

 

[Boggo Flib]

Walking out of a Tomb within the Valley of the Dark Lords, Javiks face wrinkled as a rather nasty smell rose into his nostrils. Releasing a cut off roar and jerking his head back the De'Nochsax shook his head as he followed the scent to the adjacent people. All lesser beings but one was infact a Hutt and a smelly one too. Approaching on all fours Javik stared into the sky with his blind eyes but his true attention was directed below him at the party or people. Growling slightly the over sized reptile shook his head once more with a growl. Willing his voice to be projected around him through the force he spoke aloud << " Putrid lesser beings... Your scent sickens me. >> Javik suddenly titled his head and bared a crowd of sharp teeth and fangs.

Examining the Slaves moving about the Blue Prophet stood up right to his towering height of 9'8 and crossed all six arms against him chest, the movement causing his bandolier and belt to rattle his Double Bladed Lightclubs on his person. << " I am Javik Quar-Kai, Blue Prophet of the De'Nochsax and Disciple of Halrormalenth. Who are you?" >>

[member="Mishk"]
[member="Darth Azurea"]
[member="Zambrano the Hutt"]
[member="Dex Torture"]

 

[Rapax]

Korriban it had been century's since Naga has felt its dark embrace . The power of the dark side was strong and it fueled his resolve and his will to serve. He was sent ahead to clear away to the pyre his claws where dripping red with blood as the trail was cleared to walk through how ever the rest was littered with remains of the beasts he killed he kept his Wolf like appearance to deter unwanted guests from approaching this path as well as serve to intimidate the slaves into staying on the path when they arrive lest they be hunted and devoured by him. He paced while he waited for the transport to arrive.

[member="Javik Quar-Kai"]

[member="Mishk"]

[member="Darth Azurea"]

[member="Zambrano the Hutt"]

[member="Dex Torture"]

 

[Mythos]

"What a Mavelous Sight" Animus said as he placed his eyes on [member="Javik Quar-Kai"]. The sight of him was quite impressive as he smiled and nodded in approval.

Animus could not pass this opportunity up, another trip to korriban but this time in the company of [member="Darth Azurea"] the prodigy of Pyrrhus. Animus knew that a trip to Korriban was never political or casual, one had to be prepared at all times and armed to the teeth, this was Korriban, and now Animus would see a part of the planet he had never seen the first time he came. The Primeval Side.
Flanking him to his left was Gorok his Tuka'ta and although he was young and but the side of a medium dog, he was still a menacing sight. Animus was seeing everything in a new light, suffering and misery about as he saw [member="Zambrano the Hutt"]. Strange Hutt this one, different from Sempra, another Hutt that Animus had previously met many days ago.... The Dark side was in him, it made Animus feel safe, strangely.

Animus had come to this planet is search of the Spirits of the Ancient Tombs, Exploring the Tomb of Marka Ragnos, however this time he had another purpose. Lately Animus had been concerned with his Mortality and his Funeral came to him in a Dream, Tuka'atas everywhere and blood soaked the ground as he walked through his Burial Chambers.... It was in Korriban, Animus Awoke hours into the night dripping in sweat with this dream before he arrived here.

He had come to be Buried alongside the Ancient Sith Lords of the Past once he died, his Tomb a Standard for the Ages and times to come for Acolytes to come and marvel at in Glory and pride of the Sith. However, Animus was still considering the Design and way it should be build. He nodded as he approached the Hutt and his Companion for the evening, His black leather Robes made from the Leather of the massive Tuk'ata he had slain was now finished blazed in the wind and the dim torchlight night, Black boots shining and his Assassin Armor, plus quite a few surprises here and there. Never without his Lightsaber and never without his Skills Animus approached the Blue Prophet in an Effort to get a better look at him, the Massive strange looking creature a menacing sight to behold.

 

[Judah Lesan]

Xander's black boots touched down on the dirty, sandy, terrain known as Korriban. The Valley of Dark Lords was a known site to him, as well as the old temple which was not far from the reach of the massive burial grounds. He'd been trapped in a tomb searching out an old relic, one which seemed to no longer be needed. The wind blew sand in his face, so the King brought his red scarf around and over his head to protect his flawless image. What few scars he did have were covered by the attire he wore, with the exception of the line which ran down his left shoulder. That one he seemed to display with a sick sense of pride.

Twin lightsabers were clipped to his belt, though he was certain they would not be needed. The biggest threat was the dangerous Hssiss, and thanks to a misguided experiment, Xander paid the terrible, painful price of being immune to its venom. He would kill one long before it could kill him.

Vizios approached the old ruined temple, and grinned. He was searching for friends, or allies as the Sith really did not have any friends. Those which bear that title had been sent to the grave a long time ago. The King had not opened that space up for others. The recluse had only recently begun to socially interact with those of this time period. One such was [member="Darth Azurea"]. She was beautiful, but spoken for. This was no matter to Xander. She had proven herself a capable combatant, and he enjoyed her spunk and fiery tongue. Her desire was to make Korriban hers. Darth Vizios seemed obliged to help.

His mind swept the area for hers. He needed to know where to go and what to do.

"I am late, but only fashionably so. Where am I needed my dear Azurea?"

 

[Dex Torture]

Dex released a feral growl of his own, [member="Javik Quar-Kai"] was a very intimidating being but Dex's firrerreo pride wouldn't allow him to back down, even though he knew a head to head altercation would definitely result in his own demise. As [member="Animus Malgus"] casually neared the giant blue reptilian the tension in the hanger reached an all time high

"What's this guy thinking?" Dex thought as he instinctively grabbed for the hilt of his lightsaber

As dex turned he unexpectedly made eye contact [member="Darth Azurea"], her mouth was concealed with an red scarf and she bore a look of total disgust. "When did you join up with the sith?" she asked obviously trying to calm the nerves of the young firrerreo acolyte and for good reason also. Dex had grown to accept being the scariest darkest person in the room, he actually welcomed it but as he looked around and judged the ocular auras of dark forces that surrounded him, the monstrous bodies, red eyes, and obvious trainings he realized how far his journey would be and that he was just beginning.

"I just officially joined today", he answered resentfully as he shunned feelings of inadequacy "I came to the Academy in search of a Master, how about yourself?"

[member="Naga Itesak"] [member="Mishk"] [member="Zambrano the Hutt"]