Where light can't reach [The Tainted Chorus - Open to all Darksiders]

[Darth Abyss]

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The Tainted Chorus

Malachor V

The Abyss Academy

Malachor was as dead as ever, nothing more than a corrupted corpse of planet that found death long before this era. The horrors that happened here had long passed by, yet the darkness was still pulsating below the broken surface, a echo of when a war of ancient times ripped a hole into the flow of the force when many fell victim to the mass shadow generator. Not many came there afterwards, the darkness wasn't the only thing that made malachor as inhospitable as it was, the effect of the ancient superweapon left the gravity field that surrounded it twisted, and therefore hard to navigate through towards the planets surface.

Yet, in spite of all that, Darth Abyss still used all his assets to create a Academy on it, a mark left to there to remind the galaxy that the darkness could never truly parish. Unlike many of his kind, the Darth allowed all that cherished the darkness inside his academy, as to him the sith were only a single piece of a bigger picture, a single piece of a unified darkness.

The entrance hall was devoid of any live but Abyss himself, but the normally empty hall had been outfitted with a oversized, round table placed in the middle of it. On it rested many expensive drinks, and foods for those he hoped that they would join him in this night that was meant to change his life and that of others forever. The sith always saw themselves as superior, and sadly most other darksiders shared a similar opinion about themselves. Not that he believed in equality, no one that wasn't raised by a ideology as idiotic as that of the jedi could belief in such a thing. But while one individual was above the other, that wasn't the case for the different orders. The witches had powerful spells at their disposals, many that the sith had never heard about. The dark jedi, a name for all those that followed the darkness without belonging to either group had far different views on the force without two sharing the same, often had exotic sets of talents. Even the Knights of Ren, a group that wasn't far away from a group of simple sith imposter had their own knowledge to share, and therefore a place on his table today.

It was time that The Tainted Chorus finally would com into existent, a alliance beyond the small boxes anyone was forced into, a place to learn and practice the darkness away from curious eyes that only waited to crush anything they worked for into dust. A organization that was only a feint whisper to those part of it, and only silence to those not deemed worthy. Abyss could say for sure how many got his message, as passing on something like this in secret was risky, and only those who listens closely would even find this place. Yet he knew that the darkness was strong. If it was meant to be, than all those that were needed would come to night.

The force shall free all of us, that we serve the darkness.

 

[Froste]

Darth Roth had been sitting aboard his ship when he received the message. His tattered cloak rested on the ground behind him as he sat. The silence was broken by one of his men, who reluctantly brought the former Colonel the message that they had received. The message drew Roth to Malachor V, which was some distance from where his ship sat currently. The Knight usually kept the ship in the vicinity of Vullain, a planet that used to be under the control of the One Sith. Roth could recall a time before Vullain had succumbed to the One Sith, and he could also remember his first time upon the planet. A young acolyte and just a captain in the One Sith Army. So much time had passed and so much had changed since he first stepped foot on the world. He felt a connection to the cold world after he aided in conquering it. The Dark Side Knight had built a small holding for himself on the ice surface, and he ended up spending quite some time there.

But that time was gone, the One Sith were scattered and his quiet little home was gone. Overrun by the people he had suppressed. Roth knew there was no use in looking back, but he still felt a twinge of pain whenever he thought of his old home. Perhaps it was because he no longer had a true home with the fall of the One Sith, or because he had essentially put himself in self-exile since the fall.

Either way, those times were over and the Knight had to push on. Darth Roth stood to his feet and shook away his thoughts of the old times. He ordered the men on his ship to take them to Malachor V, he was curious as to what he would find there.

Time passed and Darth Roth reached Malachor V. He was brought to the surface, but the ship would not stay in the planet's atmosphere. It was too perilous. The Darth watched the ship take off, and kept his eyes on it until it escaped his vision. He turned and began to walk in the direction that the secret message had instructed.

Eventually, the Knight ran into a large building. He spent little time examining it before going up to the entrance and walking inside. The entrance hall was nearly empty, aside from a single being. Darth Roth kept his eyes on [member="Darth Abyss"] as he slowly stepped closer. Eventually, the Sith Knight spoke, "I suppose I've made it, then."

 

[Iron Knight Loarko]

(OOC: He isn't in his suit just yet just so you know)
Post 1
[member="Darth Abyss"]
Location: Above Malachor, coming down from space
Objective: Join the Sith and become good (OOC: Terrible objective XD)

Darkness, emptiness....

This was all that Loarko felt as his drifted through Malachor space like an asteroid. The Shard was a devout Sith, but had no way of training himself in the proper way. Loarko had managed to hitch a ride on a smuggler's ship using mind tricks as a way of making the smuggler think he was a priceless jewel. Once on board he started a search for someone who could train him. Many days were spent abroad on this ship, giving him plenty of time to meditate. Meditation was something Shards did very well, granted that's all they really could do.

It took another four weeks aboard the ship before the intergalactic police at the time caught up to him. He was, coincidentally, above Malachor. This planet was the very location of Loarko's future, and he knew it.

Without wanting the ship opened fire on the police as it sped away trying to escape. The cops spun and dodged the bullets as they could, losing one man in the process. A laser struck the co-pilot window, killing him instantly. Not letting up on their chase, rockets were send out to hopefully decimate the ship and the explosives that were on board. Loarko could here the smuggler get antsy as he started to tremble a bit. Knowing that the ship would eventually explode, Loarko braced for impact. At that moment a rocket struck the hull near him and caused massive amount of ammunition and explosives to be carried out the ship; Loarko with them.

The ship slowed drastically as the final rocket struck, effectively erasing the ship from existence. The want-to-be Sith Shard spun out of control and right towards Malachor. His trajectory would lead him near the training halls that [member="Darth Abyss"] was already waiting at. Fire scorched his sides as he entered the atmosphere of Malachor. He could feel the Dark pulsating from multiple spots on the planet of he fell. Loarko sensed the Sith was near, and felt happy. But the bigger problem would be the impact once he landed. Fate took its course has he fastly approached the Temple. In a flash he slammed into the ground in front of it, leaving a mile wide crater around him. With this the Sith would surely come out, then he could take him in and his training would begin.

(OOC: Keep in mind that the crater is a good enough distance away that it isn't right on your doorstep, but still pretty close.)

 

[Darth Abyss]

"Welcome, brother."

Abyss sat motionless on his chair, only his eyes moving as the focused on the sith that had just come into his academy. The first to follow the call of the chorus, but not the last one. A drop in a sea of darkness, that with time would become a wave that would bury everything else under it, devouring all those who seeked to oppose the power of the shadows. He had hoped that more would come, but some time had already passed, and one was enough to pass on his message, to set of a chain of events that would send his words beyond the boarders of the academy, of malachor V and the surrounding systems. Slowly the sith knight rose from his chair, his hands clasped on his back, a stance he had copied from his master, and began to walk around the table.

"Since the downfall of the great One Sith empire years have passed, since the the sith have returned to the shadows, hidden and waiting to return to the eyes of the galaxy. These fools seek to conquer and wage war, ignoring what history told again and again. A empire ruled and governed by the sith is bound to fail, our way is conflict not peace. They are bound to raise their blades against each other, always striving for more power, more worlds, more slaves, more wealth, until everything breaks apart like a house of cards. I am just one man, but with each man or woman that follows my idea we will gain strength. Now I only have one question for you: Are you ready to join the future, or will you go down blinded by the past?"

Abyss steps came to a stop, only a few meters away from the sith knight that came to the academy.

[member="Iron Knight Loarko"] [member="Darth Roth"]

 

[Froste]

Darth Roth kept his eyes glued to [member="Darth Abyss"] as he spoke. The words he spoke were terribly true, and they came with a pinch of pain. Darth Roth had taken pride in how the Sith operated, war, slaves and personal gain. It was part of the reason why he had abandoned that Jedi Temple years ago. But now, he realized the truth. The system of constant war that was put forth by the Sith would never work. War is a tumor to a civilization, draining its money and resources. No empire could hope to survive while constantly at war, especially when they were facing formidable opponents.

The man had been stepping closer to Darth Roth as he gave his speech, stopping just a few meters in front of him. Roth waited a moment before answering the man's question. Then, while staring the man in the face, he took a step forward and spoke, "I am ready to join the future."

[member="Iron Knight Loarko"]