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| The Last Crucible; No flame pl0x | |
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| Seamus // | Aug 24 2008, 12:55 PM Post #1 |
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I started doing this one night, cos I was bored. No one was on habbo, and nothing to do/read on forums. As I said, no flame please. The small, pale body of a Nagai youngling appeared from his mother’s womb, and his father took the body out of it, wiping away the liquids with a cloth. He detached the umbilical cord from the child’s belly, and hugged him. The mother burst into tears, looking up to her child. The ship then rocked violently. “It…is time,” the mother said, wiping a tear away from her face. The father nodded, and handed the child to her. She hugged him very tightly, and held back more tears. She wrapped the baby in a towel, and placed him in the hatch. The father then began to sob, and pressed a button on the console next to him. “Farewell,” he said, watching the hatch shut, and then hearing the sound of repulsorlifts whining, and the escape pod leaving the ship. The father nodded, and took a seat at the cockpit. He pressed the switch forward, and the ship plunged towards the battle. The little baby Nagai whined in the pod, shaking and moving around. Then, a very thin droid appeared, and began to nurse the baby. The ship lurched in to attack the opposing fighters, with shields failing. Then, they were completely decommissioned, and completely vulnerable. Suddenly, an ion pulse rocked the ship again, and the systems failed to respond. The male Nagai took his rifle in his grip, and prepared for some sort of boarding. He gestured for his wife to hide in the engine rooms. She hurriedly walked to the room, with a small hold-out blaster in her grasp. Then, one final explosion rocked the ship, with sparks flying from the entrance hatch. Smoke filled the room, and the Nagai raised his blaster. Bolts of energy came out from the hatch, and the fire was returned, hitting one of the attackers in the shoulder. He fell on the ground, and raised a blaster to the Nagai’s body with his weak arm. He pressed the trigger back, and hit the Nagai between the eyes, knocking him to the floor, dead. The Trandoshan held his wound, and gestured for the others to advance to the other parts of the ship. Two Rodians and a Human ran towards the dormitories, with a lone Wookiee walking to the back of the ship. The female heard the footsteps approaching, and leaned in against a corner, concealing her body. Then she noticed that she was giving off a shadow, and had been spotted. She swore under her breath, and revealed her body, aiming to the Wookiee’s head. She fired it off twice, with one of them grazing his side, and the other, failing miserably. The Wookiee roared, and lifted his bowcaster, shooting it off instantly. The bolt rocked into her body, and she fell over on the floor, dead. The escape pod was now considerably far away from the fighting now, and was floating in space. It was the Will of the Force that he lived. Star Wars, The Last Crucible Many days later, three small freighters appeared from hyperspace, at the location of the space battle. Two people from each freighter left the ship in a Zero-Gee suit, and began to search the wreckage. Salvagers. Then, a fourth freighter appeared, right in front of the Nagai’s escape pod. It was then taken into the ship via tractor beam, and held there until they reached their next destination. When the other salvagers noticed they had missed the “big stuff” as they called it, they opened fire upon the fourth freighter greedily. Their attempt failed, as they noticed that the ship had entered hyperspace. “Sarsiss, check out that pod we picked up. You better damned hope that there ain’t a thermal detonator in there, or somethin’.” The captain of the ship said, staring into the wormhole. The one called Sarsiss nodded, and walked to the center of the ship. He lifted up a flap, and pulled the hatch open, looking down into the escape pod. The nursing droid then activated it’s defense protocol, and fired a small laser at Sarsiss, scraping his shoulders. “Damned droid!” he yelled, aiming a small blaster of his own at it. The head of the droid exploded as the bolt impaled it, with a spark landing near the Nagai child. Sarsiss looked upon it, and smiled. “Boss!” he called out, keeping his eyes on the child. The pilot of the ship ran into the room, looking at Sarsiss. “What’s inside of it?” he asked, leaning over his shoulder. “An infant.” He replied, looking up to him. The pilot grunted. “Looks human -- or wait… I’ve seen that kind of thing before -- he’s Nagai.” he said, standing up completely. “Nagai?” Sarsiss asked. The pilot nodded, and walked to the holo-projector. He flicked a switch, and the Galaxy map appeared. He zoomed in around a system in the Outer-Rim. “They originate from Nagi, planet in the Rim. It’s not often you see them anywhere else, even Hutt space.” he said, staring at the location of the planet. “Then why would one be here?” Sarsiss asked again. The pilot shrugged. “I don’t know; I don’t wanna’ know.” Sarsiss looked at the child again, still gripping his blaster. “Should we space it?” The pilot seemed taken aback. “No, no. It may prove useful in the years to come,” he said, smirking. Sarsiss returned the smirk, and spoke up once last time. “Where do I put it?” “Well, first of all, try to look into that droid you shot. Make it nurse the baby. As for the baby itself, put it in the dormitories -- I’m sure there’s a spare cot in there.” Fourteen Years Later… “Boy, you better have that food by now, or I swear, I’ll --” “I have it, Mister Fox,” the Nagai said, holding the tray with the food in his hands. Fox smiled, and turned his chair to meet the Nagai. “Good, good. Now. I need a name to call you by; I’ve been calling you ‘boy’ for years, now.” The Nagai handed him the tray, and thought for a minute. “I don’t know, sir. Do I really need a name?” he asked, looking out into space. “Yeah, you do, kid. Blast!” Fox yelled, staring out into space as well, seeing a Nebula-class Star Destroyer appear. A message came in from the com. “Attention, unidentified vessels. In the name of the Telos Security Enforcement, you are under arrest. Lower your shields, and prepare to be boarded. If you do not comply, you will be blasted apart.” Fox growled, and yelled out to behind him. “Sarsiss, get ready for the jump to lightspeed, deflector shields fully forward.” “We can’t outrun a Star Destroyer!” he called out, but still obeying his captain. “Did I ask for your feedback? No, I didn’t think so. Coordinates to Fondor locked in?” he called, staring at the destroyer, which was launching three transports, probably the boarding parties. “They are, now get passed that Star Destroyer!” Fox nodded, and pushed a lever forward, and the ship headed straight to the Destroyer. Another message came up from the com. “You have been identified as the Gold Star, and you will be shot out of space immediately, due to crimes against Telos and her people.” Fox grunted again, and spoke to himself. “Note to self, head to Nar Shaada sometime, and speak with good old Garuuk. The Nagai braced himself for a bumpy ride, and ran towards the turret hatch. “I’ll charge up the quads!” he called out. There was no response, but he still went towards the hatch. He climbed up the ladder, and flicked a switch on the side of the turret. A voice spoke out to the Nagai then “Turrets are operational, and fully charged.” The Nagai nodded for no reason, and took a seat. He looked out towards the incoming transports, that had gained a fighter escort. Two other freighters beside the Gold Star had moved towards the side, prepping for a jump to hyperspace. A strange buzzing noise went off when the Star was three clicks away from the transports, and it stopped when they hit one click. He wondered why… But the escorting fighters had come up on an attack vector, with weapons primed. One of the interceptors came up in front of the turret, and the Nagai fired upon it, shattering it into space dust. The other fighters had gotten the message, and came up from behind the ship. The Nagai managed the get the turret facing them in time, and fired several energy blasts at them, majority missing. Three of them went into the leftmost fighter’s wing, and it went into a barrel roll, losing control. It then plunged into a boarding transport, with the both of them exploding. The rightmost fighter had pulled up, and then came back behind the ship again, only a little further back. The turret console went red, flashing. They were going to fire missiles. “Mister Fox!” he called, aiming at the fighter. Though he couldn’t make out his exact words, the response sounded like a “I know, I know,”. Then, a purple blast of energy came out from behind the ship, right as the fighter fired his missiles. The missiles turned from the ship, and came up on the flare. Then they both exploded, and the Nagai cheered. “Oh, yeah!” he said, aiming the turrets at the fighter. He pressed the button, and the bolts of energy rammed into the hull, and it exploded into bits. That’s why you put shields on E-Wings. The Golden Star then plunged past the transports, and headed towards the Star Destroyer. “This is the Indysia, you will stand down immediately!” came the call from the com. The Nagai could imagine Fox shaking his head, and smiling. The ship managed to avoid the tractor beam projectors, and slipped right past them, with a few turbolaser blasts narrowly missing them. “Punch it, Sarsiss!” Fox called. Sarsiss nodded, and pushed the lever forward. The starlines began to form, and the all to familiar wormhole appeared. The Nagai rested his head on the chair, and looked out into hyperspace. “Thank the stars.” _______________________________________________________________ The Nagai walked down to the cockpit, and looked at Fox, who ran at him, to hug him. The Nagai wasn’t too comfortable with this. He paced back a little bit, but Fox kept on coming. He then reached the Nagai, and he kneed Fox in the crotch. He stumbled back a bit, and Fox stared at him, his former eyes of joy turned into eyes of hate, and anger. He lunged at him, roaring. The Nagai then did something completely unexpected. As if by stimulus, he raised his hand to the man, and he fell back into the wall. The Nagai looked to his hand, amazed. “What the…” Fox said, gripping his blaster pistol. But the Nagai drew his own first, and had shot the pistol out of his hand. He then aimed to his head, and shot it off instantly. He then heard Sarsiss approaching, with a heavy repeating rifle in his hands. He turned on his heels, and aimed at the Zabrak. He fired three times at his chest, and he fell over dead. He looked to the pistol, and then in his hands. “What have I done…” he said, running to the cockpit. He pulled the lever that Sarsiss had pressed forward previously, and the starlines faded, into normal stars. Then, a small planet appeared, with one lone ship in orbit above the planet. “Where am I?” he said, squinting at the planet. From space, it seemed to be a forest world, perhaps. He then looked down at the ship, and approached it. “It seems vaguely familiar,” he thought, as it came closer. He then initiated docking protocols as it was in range, and within minutes, the ships had attached themselves with each other. The Nagai walked to the docking hatch, and entered the ship. He looked around it, seeing a skeletal corpse near the cockpit. He gulped, and approached the corpse, examining its clothing. In its grasp, was a cloth, and a blaster rifle. He stood up, and looked at the command console, which was still on, apparently “SYSTEM LOGS” it said. The Nagai confirmed the action, and a holo appeared in front of him. Hello there, young Virtus, it said, if you even knew your name already. You’re probably wondering who I am. All of your questions will be answered. Questions of who I am, questions of this ship we are on, and questions of…your parents. The Nagai paced back slowly. But the holo spoke on. Do not be nervous, young one. As I said, all of your questions will be answered. Now. First of all, your name is Virtus Nolae, you are a Nagai, and you were born on this ship. How do I know all of this? My name is Relyx Nolae, your distant cousin. Well, I was your distant cousin. That skeleton behind you, is that of your father’s, who died to protect you, and your mother, who’s corpse is in the engine room. This ship was your father’s, its name is The Thorn. A Why-Vee Nine-Two-Nine Armored Freighter. It was one of the fastest in the Galaxy, and still may be. Now. Go into the corridor behind you, walk down to the left. In the dormitories, you will most likely find my corpse. Virtus nodded, and walked down to the corridor. He turned then, and headed left. He saw many black marks on the wall, indicating there was a battle. He approached the dormitory, and looked down upon the corpse. There, on the corpse, were Jedi Robes, and in it’s grasp, a lightsaber. Virtus paced back, and ran into the cockpit. I was a Jedi, Virtus. The Force is strong in your -- our family, and I would not be surprised if you had already used it. Virtus thought of when he was onboard the Golden Star, with Fox and Sarsiss. In my grasp will be a lightsaber, if the smugglers did not take it already. You may have the lightsaber, as it will guide you on your journey to the Lightside of the Force. Virtus ran back to the dormitory, and took the lightsaber in his hand. He ignited it once he got to the cockpit, and a shining red blade appeared. “Redder than a laigrek’s eye…” he commented. The holo continued to play. Stored in the navicomputer of this ship, are the coordinates of the Jedi-held planet of Korriban. You will go there, and begin your training as a Jedi. Once you get there, tell the first person you see, that Relyx sent you. May the Force be with you. A maniacal smile appeared on Relyx’s face, and the holovid stopped playing. Virtus immediately ran to the chair of the cockpit, and undocked with the Golden Star. The engines came to life on the ship, and it bolted forwards. “Lets see what she can do…” He pressed several buttons on the navicomputer, and the ship turned itself to the right, with the starlines appearing. Virtus stared down at the lightsaber hilt still in his hands, and the blue wormhole appeared. _______________________________________________________________ The Thorn appeared from hyperspace, and three moons were dead infront of him, with a larger mass behind them. “Korriban,” he said to himself, bringing the ship around one of the moons. He felt a shiver up his spine, and looked around the ship. But Virtus was angry. He was angry at his father, for failing his son. He was angry at his father for failing his wife. Even though he died, he still deserved more than that. Anger flowed into Virtus’ body, but he kept concentrating on the planet. He eventually came into the atmosphere of the planet, and then saw the surface. He brought the landing gear out of it, and it landed down on the surface. He took the lightsaber in his hand, and attached it to his belt. Then, he walked down to the exit ramp, and out onto the surface. “Damn, its cold,” he said, shivering. He looked around, and saw a tower in the distance. Then, he looked below the tower, and saw a valley, with towering statues around it. Virtus inhaled deeply, and walked into the valley. On the ground, were several corpses, weilding lightsaber hilts. Virtus gulped, but pressed foward. He eventually came up to a large gate, that blocked his path. A small holo appeared on the side of him, with an unknown looking creature next to him. “You have come…” it hissed. The gate then opened, but Virtus didn’t move. The holo spoke to him again. “Enter.” Virtus felt persuaded, and walked into the castle-like establishment. “Doesn’t look very Jedi like to me…” he said, gripping the saber in his hand. He walked down to what seemed to be the main building, when he was approached by a zombie-like creature. He was startled, and hacked at the zombie’s arm, and it fell to the floor. But the arm crawled up his leg, and on to his face. Virtus aimed the blaster pistol at the hand. He fired it off three times, with the arm falling to the floor. He stepped on it, and stabbed the zombie’s body in the chest. Whatever was inside the chest, stopped, because the zombie fell over. He ran then towards the gate of the main building, and the same creature on the holo appeared. “Very good…” it said, and the gate opened. “Enter the tomb.” It said. Virtus walked into the castle, and looked around at the courtyard. Several gates were there, but he did not know which one was the tomb entrance. Then, he felt something calling to him. Something, craving him. Or something he craved… he walked down towards the door on the far left, and pushed it open. Then, standing in front of him, was the person from the holo. “Welcome, to my home, young Nagai.” Virtus stopped dead in his tracks, and spoke to the man. “W-who are you?” he asked. The man chuckled, and let Virtus in. “I am Darth Krayt. Or, I was. See, Nagai. I am dead.” Virtus stared into his eyes. “Dead?” “I am a Force Ghost.” Krayt said. Virtus gulped, and walked in. He looked at the tomb, part of the top was off. He looked inside, and saw nothing; nothing but black robings. “I know why you have come, Virtus.” he said, placing his hands on his belt. Virtus turned on his heel, and saw the same robes on him. “You have come, because your cousin fulfilled his duty, and you will learn the Dark Side.” Virtus gulped once more, and looked at Krayt. “He said I would be a Jedi…” he said. Krayt let out a laugh. “The Jedi know only a small part of the Force, if even. The Dark Side shows the full aspect of the Force, from a different point of view. No, Virtus. You will not be a JedI. You will be Sith. True Sith. You will learn the Dark Side of the Force. Turn around, and look at the hieroglyphs.” Virtus obeyed, and read them aloud. “Peace is a lie, there is only passion. Through passion, I gain strength. Through strength, I gain power. Through power, I gain victory. Through victory, my chains are broken. The Force shall free me.” Virtus looked up from the glyphs, and towards Krayt. “Very good. Do you embrace the Dark Side?” Virtus felt persuaded, and replied. “I embrace the Dark Side.” “Do you fear it?” “No, fear is my ally.” Krayt clapped his hands. He then placed his hands at his belt, and drew a lightsaber. A purple blade appeared, and he stanced himself. He made a gesture with his hands for him to come. Virtus ignited the blade at his side, and lunged at Krayt. He parried his attack easily, and spun around him. Virtus then hacked at his head from behind, but failed. Valaryc flipped up infront of him, and used the Force to push him back. “Use it, Virtus. Let the Dark Side flow through you.” Virtus nodded, and allowed his mind to clear. He thought of the hate of his father, and turned it into a rage. He set the energy into his hands, and a ripple of Force energy hit Krayt, pushing him back lightly. He shook his head, and sent a repulse of energy back at him, flying him to the wall. “Pathetic. Though it will be strengthened.” Virtus stood up, and disignited his blade. He looked down to Krayt. “With training, your lightsaber skills will improve. With skill, your Force skills will improve. With my training, you will improve.” The sound of laughter rippled through the tomb corridor. _______________________________________________________________ “Yes, Virtus, excellent.” He said, after parrying an attack from his apprentice. Virtus turned around, and hacked at him once more, skillfully. The blade surged into Krayt’s shoulder, but did no harm to him. “This is the benefit of a Force Ghost.” he said. Virtus nodded, and disignited his blade. Krayt walked over to the hieroglyphs, and ran his fingers through the text. “Ah,” he said, smiling. Krayt turned to Virtus. “Let your anger and hate flow through your body. Then imagine a weapon -- say a spear.” Virtus could feel the Dark Side flowing through him, and he imagined the Spear. It came into his hands, but he could not see it. Not with the naked eye, atleast. “Use the spear.” Krayt said. Virtus tightened his grip on the spear, and hurled it at Krayt’s body. He could see it through the Force, and he saw it go through his body. Krayt shook his head, but smiled. “Spear of Midnight Black, they call it. Advanced, but still, you impress me. With more training, you will master it.” Virtus nodded, and picked his head up. Then, a Sith Zombie came up from behind him, and Virtus sent a wave of electricity through it. It then fell at his feet. “Excellent.” Krayt said. He walked over to his sarcophagus, and pushed the top of it off of it. Virtus walked over to it, and gazed into it. “Take my lightsaber, Virtus. Use it to bring your enemies to your feet. Then bring the Sith back to their former glory. With Korriban as their homeworld. You will spawn a new race of Sith. A race, that will crush every single Jedi. A race, that will change the Galaxy FOREVER.” Krayt’s Ghost then disappeared, and Virtus took the lightsaber in his hand. The hilt of it was so elegant, so… Sith-like. He hooked it on his belt, and walked to the tomb exit. Then, a light flickered on the side of the tomb, and Virtus walked to it. A holo appeared, with Krayt speaking. “Virtus. I have gone to my eternal rest, in the Netherworld of the Force, never to return. Inside this holocron, are secrets of the Sith. Secrets not known to any other Sith before us. Use these secrets. Further your training in them. In addition, the coordinates for my old Sith flagship, The Relentless, and for my vault, on Armath.” Virtus stopped listening to the holocron for a moment. He had heard of Armath before… “and can be used against the JedI. May the Force be with you, Virtus Nolae.” Virtus downloaded the coordinates into a datapad, and left the tomb. He walked out into the castle courtyard, and looked at the overgrown plants around it. He summoned the Force, and used it to alter the environment of the castle, setting the vines and other plants to normal size. The Sith Zombies then bowed to him, and didn’t attack him. Virtus nodded, and walked towards the Valley. He eventually came up to the Thorn, and walked up the entrance ramp. He pressed several buttons by the cockpit console, and the ship lifted off, repulsorlifts whining. The ship came up from Korriban surface, and up into orbit. He pressed in the coordinates for Armath, and got ready for a jump to hyperspace. He looked down to the datapad, staring at the coordinates. He then raised his head up, and pushed the lever forward. Then, the starlines appeared. _______________________________________________________________ “Unidentified vessel, enter your access codes, or you will be shot down immediately.” came the voice from the com. Virtus looked down to the datapad, and pressed it into the slot. After a few mechanical whines, the datapad came out, with the same voice coming from the com. “My sincere respects, My Lord. I apologize for my arrogance. You are cleared for landing on the Relentless.” Virtus smiled, and pulled the ship up. Then, what Virtus seemed to think was a cloaking shield, was turned off, because a mammoth ten kilometer Star Dreadnaught was in front of him. “Unbelievable…” he said, bringing the ship up to the dreadnaught. He spotted one of the hangar bays, and decided he would approach that one. He stood up from the chair, after the ship was set on autopilot. He looked down to the Sith Robes that Valaryc gave him, and picked them up, using the Force. He then stripped his clothing off of him, and placed the robes on him, making him look more formal. He placed the hood over his head, and attached his sabers to his belt. He walked out of the ramp, and onto the ship. There, in the hangar bay, stood a man in full uniform, with guards next to him. “My Lord,” he said, bowing to him. Virtus liked the sound of this. “Arise,” he said, and he obeyed. “I am Admiral Finn, commander of the Vengeance-class Super Star Destroyer Relentless.” Virtus nodded to Finn, and spoke to him “I am Darth Decessus, Lord of the Sith.” Finn bowed to him once more, lower. “My Lord Decessus, what is your command?” he said, raising his head up. “Take me to the bridge.” “As you command, my liege.” he said, gesturing to the men. They walked with him, and Virtus followed. They headed to a turbolift, and took it to the bridge. When they reached the bridge, a man was looking out into space, and Virtus noticed a curved lightsaber hilt on his belt. He could feel the Dark Side in him. They walked over to the windows, and Virtus stood next to the man. He looked down upon him. “Hm. Your disguise does not fool me.” he said, smiling. The man returned the smile, and his body changed into another form. “More like it,” Virtus said. The man only smiled more. “Looks may be deceiving, my Lord.” the man said. “What are you?” Virtus asked, staring up and down. “My race is called Shi’ido,” he said, “and I am Arlue.” Virtus looked down to his belt, then. “And you embrace the Dark Side.” he assumed. Arlue nodded. “I do.” Virtus purred. “Good.” he said, revealing the hilt on his belt, by moving his overcloak back. He then turned on his heels, and saw a man behind him, dressed in full Mandalorian armor. “And I daresay you are Boba Fett?” he said, smiling. “I am, my lord. You are not the first Sith Lord I have served under.” he said, smirking from under his helmet. In his grip, was a newly produced MR-45 Disruptor, or rather, it was new before he went to Korriban. Then he pondered at time, and age. He thought of how young he was, and yet, how successful he was. Nearly as young as Darth Vader, when he was a Sith Lord. “Your services are required. I’ve read through archives, about the Clone Wars, and Palpatine declaring Order Sixty-six. And the JedI Purge that followed. I am also aware that you helped deal with several Jedi.” Fett nodded, and pulled the rifle up into both of his hands. “I have, my lord. What are your wishes?” he asked. Virtus looked out into space, and spoke to Fett. “You will go to Cerea, and -- wait. No, no. For the moment, you will come with me.” ______________________________________________________________________________ The Slave V and the Thorn bustled out of the ships hangar, and flew towards Armath’s planet surface. The planet from space, made it look like a desert planet, very similar to that of Tatooine. “Fett, stay along my six. We’re going to the south pole of the planet.” Virtus said into the com, and Fett grunted an affirmative. Virtus flew the freighter around the Relentless’ tip, and came into the planet’s atmosphere. It was bumpier than expected, but they made it through just fine. He brought the ship not too far above the actual surface, and Virtus’ assumption was correct. It was a desert planet. After half of an hour, sensors on the ship beeped, and Virtus brought her in for a landing. Fett got the message, and landed a few feet from the Thorn. Fett came out from the boarding ramp, and placed a piece of cloth over his shoulder plating. Virtus used the Force to look through the dunes of sand, for some sort of entrance. At first, he saw nothing. Then, he spotted a metallic substance under a dune. He let the Force flow through his body, and sent it out from his hands. A wave of energy came from them, and pushed the sand off of the entrance. He smiled, and walked down to it. Fett looked out into the desert, and shook his head. Virtus pressed several buttons on a console there, and a voice came out from it, all to similar to Krayt's. “Voice recognition?” it asked. Virtus spoke. “Darth Decessus, Lord of the Sith.” he said. For a moment, it said nothing. Then, an affirmative-sounding beeping noise was heard, and the door opened. “Stay here.” he said to Fett. He nodded. Virtus walked into the cavern, and ignited his lightsaber for some light. The door behind him closed, suddenly. Virtus ignored it, and kept on walking. Eventually, another large metallic door was in front of him, and he waved his hand at it, opening it through the Force. It came opened, and there was a lit room inside. He disignited his saber, and placed it on his belt. He walked inside, and looked at the boxes, racks, and towards a dark part of the room. He bolted at the shelves, seeing several war swords, with Sith engravings on it. He ran his fingertips along it, and looked to a glass-covered case. Inside of it, was an odd looking weapon. He waved his hand again, the glass door opened. He picked the weapon up in his hand, and saw that it was to be attached to a wrist. He strapped it on his wrist, and looked to a button on the top of it. He pressed the button, and three small lightsaber-like blades came out of it, stretching slightly over his knuckles. He smiled, and disignited the blade. “Lightclaws.” he said to himself. He continued to look at the various weapons on the racks, and then, to the darkened section of the room. He looked at a console next to him, and turned the lights on, revealing a wall filled with engravings. He walked to the actual wall, and read the texts. The power of the Dark Side lives in us all, it said, whether we desire it or not. But if it is desired, it will be given to the worthy. The knowledge of the Sith. The power of the Sith. If they do not desire it, they will be crushed. The Sith prove invincible. The Sith rule all. Virtus smiled, as he finished reading the texts. He walked over to the other side of the vault, where several racks holding dozens of lightsaber hilts stood. He gazed upon them, and used telekinesis to guide one of the hilts to his hands. He ignited it, with a loud snap-hiss filling the room. A cyan blade appeared, and he disignited the blade, guiding it back to the rack. Then, he looked to the several boxes in the vault, and used the Force to open them. Inside one of them, was a holocron. He activated it, and a holo popped out of it, with a man in black, JedI robings speaking. “So they really have done it. They took Coruscant. After the long, bloody battle, they did it. We lost so much today. Councilor Fey’lya’s body is somewhere in the Imperial Palace. Coruscant is in ruins. The Vong had no mercy on us, even when we offered them an alliance in prior to the invasion. “They really fought their hearts out today. It was never enough though. By the Force, how was it lost? How was the most fortified part of the Galaxy lost? Too many people have died in this war. Chewie, Councilor Fey’lya. It’s gone too far. When I find their Supreme Warlord, or whatever. “I’ll make him pay for what he has done.” Then, an armored figure appeared. “Even a JedI Master is tainted by the Dark Side. The Dark Side lives in us all. The Dark Side is used by all, even the most unexpected.” A frightening look appeared in Virtus’ eyes. The armored figure, looked much like a Yuuzhan Vong. But it was hanging a lightsaber hilt from his belt. “Strange,” Virtus said, as soon as the holocron stopped playing. He pulled the holocron to him, through the Force, and slid it into his pouch. “Krayt was right,” he thought, “there is much to be used from these vaults. Much indeed…” He walked out of the vault, using the Force once more to shut the lights. He walked through the cavern and back into the desert, where he saw the sun shine of off Fett’s armor. “What was down there?” “Nothing of your business.” Virtus shot back. Fett seemed taken aback, and walked back to his Firespray. It took off before Virtus did, but Virtus didn’t care. He observed the “lightclaw” on his wrist. “So unique. So cunning.” he said. “Two of these would be better.” He looked away from his wrist, and started the ship up. He jolted past the Slave V, and brought the Thorn back towards the Star Destroyer’s hangar bays. He was met by Admiral Finn, once again. “Lord Decesuss, there have been strange readings coming from a nearby system, the Cerean system.” “What kind of readings?” “As if, my Lord, someone was moving or making something…rather large. Perhaps an assault fleet, of some sort?” “But they wouldn’t know we were here, would they Admiral?” Finn pondered his mind for a moment, with sweat dropping from his face. “Very unlikely, my Lord.” Virtus smiled, and raised his hand at the admiral, and he held his throat, gasping for air. “Turn that unlikely, into a ‘not a chance’,” he said. “Yes…my…Lord…” he said. Virtus released him from his grip, and walked past him, saying one command. “Inform navigation, set a course for Cerea. Prepare the fighters, and prep the two Palleon destroyers that are onboard.” “Yes, my Lord.” ______________________________________________________________________________ The starlines turned back into their normal form, and Virtus stared out from the bridge. What seemed to be a Republic fleet was forming, with several Nebula-class Star Destroyers fleeing from the scene. Virtus chuckled. “Activate the gravity well generators,” he said, clicking his fingers. A captain from behind him gave an affirmative, and Virtus looked to Finn, standing behind him, shaking. “Something wrong, Admiral?” “Yes, Lord Decessus. It has been long since I have tasted combat.” he said. Virtus chuckled again. “Prepare for a buffet, Admiral Finn.” he said. Several more ships then came out from hyperspace, on the Relentless’ starboard. Virtus only kept smiling. “Shall we launch our destroyers, my Lord?” Finn asked. Virtus thought for a moment, and nodded. Minutes later, two frightening looking ships came up on the ship’s bow. They began to fire upon four enemy destroyers that were charging at them. “Fire all batteries, Admiral.” he said. Finn nodded, and passed the command to another officer. Several turbolaser blasts then poured from the ship, plunging into the attacking destroyers. One of the ship’s bridges then burst off the hull, and crashed into the hull of a frigate. Then both of the ship’s exploded. “Launch all fighters. Order three bomber squadrons to advance on that station.” Virtus commanded. Again, Finn obeyed. Dozens upon dozens of fighters poured out of the ship, and ripped into the opposition. A little more than an hour later, the fleet was in tatters. “What readings from the surface, Admiral?” he asked, pushing his over-cloak back. “Believed to be a Republic fortress there, my Lord.” “Good. Prepare the ground assault.” “Yes, my Lord.” Virtus then walked out of the bridge, and wandered around the ship for an hour or so. He walked into an armory, and gazed upon the armor on the racks. A squad of troopers came in the room, and bowed before him. “Rise, troopers.” he said. They obeyed, and kept looking at Virtus. “What materials are in this armor?” he asked. One of the troopers walked to the armor, and ran his fingers along it, as he thought.” “Cortosis, mixed with TriAlloy and…Beskar, my Lord.” one of them said. Virtus nodded, and looked at the gray suit. He then saw three other suits of the same model along the rack, and used the Force to turn them to ash. He took the suit, and walked to his chambers, the troopers astonished. He took his robed off of him, and looked at himself in a mirror. His newly added Sith tattoos covered his body, along the muscle. He smirked, and placed a mesh underlayer over his body. He then placed cortosis plating on his limbs, and strapped the chest piece on him. He then looked at himself in the mirror, seeing the armor on him. “Looks like dung.” he said, shaking his head. He then thought of something. He gripped the robings in his hands, and placed them around his body, normally. Through different parts of the robes, the gray armor shined. He strapped his belt around himself, and tightened it. He also placed Darth Krayt’s lightsaber on his belt, and stared at the lightclaw on his bed. He then guided it to his wrist, and strapped it on tightly. Then, for the last time, he looked in the mirror, and admired his look. “You gorgeous Sith.” he commented, as he walked out of the room. Three troopers that heard the comment, stared at him from behind. He walked to the bridge, and awaited Finn’s report. “My Lord, your assault force is ready.” Virtus nodded. “Excellent, Admiral. Begin the invasion.” Several dropships came out of the hangars, and flew towards Cerea’s surface. The YV-929 freighter then roared in front of them, landing first. Virtus and Arlue walked out of the ship, and observed the environment. “Looks nice.” The Shi’ido commented, smiling. Virtus grunted, and let the Force flow through his body. He then pushed it out of him, and used the Force to alter the environment, like he did on Khar-Shian. He curved the trees towards the floor, made the sky black. It now looked like a world he wanted to conquer. “Wow…” Arlue said. Virtus smiled, and looked at the dropships landing on the surface. Several Yulko-class Assault tanks came out of some of the dropships, along with hundreds of soldiers. Maybe more than a thousand in all. Virtus then, looked out into the horizon, seeing a few towers perching upwards. He then turned back to the army that was gathering. He let the Force flow through him again, and pushed it out of him, in a loud way. “My army.” he yelled, making it travel to all through the Force, “It is now your time to prove yourselves. We will march to the Republic’s fortress, and storm the entire populace. Leave no one alive, show no mercy.” “Short and sweet,” Arlue thought. He ignited his lightsaber to his side, and twirled it around his body. Virtus ignited Valaryc’s saber, and kept his lightclaws as they were. “March.” he said. The sound of troopers following him was so great, just magnificent. Until they got passed the landing zone, at least. “My Lord…” Arlue said. “I know.” Virtus responded. He looked up, and saw several fighters flying above. They came around the army, and then up from the rear. The Yulko tanks aimed their Anti-fighter weaponry up to them, and fired. Most of them hit the fighters, but two of them got away. Virtus waves his hands at them, and clapped them together, and the fighters then crashed into each other. “They obviously know we’re here…” Arlue said. “CHARGE.” Virtus yelled, igniting his lightclaws. A large group of Republic soldiers appeared from the fort, and charged at the Sith army. Virtus only smiled, and ran at them. The army behind him was screaming, and once they were in range, it turned into chaos. Blaster bolts flew across the battlefield, and Virtus cast a shield of Force energy over him, and ran into the Republic’s lines. Several troopers he encountered were using Vibroswords, and they thought they had Virtus. Wrong. He sent a wave of Force energy out of him, and the group flew away from him. One man came up from behind him, and hacked at his body. Virtus pushed his lightsaber against his sword, and parried it away from him. The man then lunged at him again, and Virtus did the same. The blades crossed, but Virtus easily overpowered him. When he was vulnerable, he sliced at his head, and struck him down. Virtus then sent a wave of electrical energy into a squad of blaster-wielding troopers infront of him, and killed them instantly. Arlue seemed to be doing well, though, he encountered a lightsaber wielding-opponent. “Ah, Jedi.” he said, smiling. “You will fall, Sith.” the JedI said, lunging at him. Arlue swayed from his lunge, and sent a slice of his own towards the Jedi. He parried it away from him, and used the Force to push him away. Arlue dissipated this before it could take effect, and hacked at his head while he had the chance. The JedI didn’t see this coming, and it was he that failed. It was the Sith that were winning the battle, and a small group of them had went around the main Republic force, and charged into the Fort themselves. They encountered little resistance, and slid past the security. “Hey, Dex…” one of them muttered. “What?” Dex asked, gripping his rifle. “What you think of them turrets?” the man asked. Another man from behind them smiled under his helmet. “Short work,” he said, running in front of them. He used his jetpack to come along the other side of the turrets, and fired his rifle into them. They became decomissioned, and three Republic troops attacked him. He waved his hand at the bolts, and deflected them away from him, using his wristplates. He then returned fire at them, and the troopers looked amazed. “Who are you?” they asked. “I’m Boba Fett.” the Mandalore said. He ran into the fort further, and the soldiers looked at each other. Then, they pursued after him. Fett raised his rifle at two of the guards, and killed them easily. The troopers behind him took out some war droids, and looked at the large door in front of Boba. Boba walked back behind the soldiers, and they got the message. Fett curved his back, and pressed a button on his wrist. A missile flew out from his jetpack, and straight into the door. A great red explosion rocked the room, and the door laid in tatters. The group stormed the room inside, and looked to a set of turbolifts. “You men go down, I’m going up.” he said, pressing a button for the lift. The men didn’t say anything, but obeyed. The lift came for them, and they headed downwards. Fett looked around as he waited for the turbo. He saw two more soldiers with war droid escorts approaching. Then, the turbolift rang, signaling it was there. “Sorry boys, I’m going up.” he said, dropping a thermal detonator on the floor, as he walked inside. “Oops.” The turbolift door shut, and it flew upwards. He could hear the detonation occur. A set of Cerean music was heard in the lift, and Fett looked around for the speakers. He looked up, and raised his hand at it. Two bolts of energy came out from his wrist, and into the speaker. Sparks landed on his Mandalorian armor, but did nothing else. The door then opened, and Fett saw three Jedi in front of him. He only shook his head, and raised his rifle at one of them, and his wrist to the other. He fired dozens of shots, and proved too much for those Jedi. Then, the one in the middle, ignited a tonfa-style lightsaber. Fett was surprised. “Guard Shotos.” he said, smiling, “They haven’t been used since…shortly after the Clone Wars.” “And how would you know?” the Jedi asked. “’Cause I struck down a Jedi who had one.” he said, pulling a vibroblade out from his sheath. He twirled it around him, and looked at the Jedi. He nodded, and lunged at him. Fett blocked the attack away from him, and sliced at the man’s wrist. He then used the Force to push it away from him, and Fett looked at him. Then, he raised a hand at his torso, and Fett felt his stomach turn. He then tried to resist the attack, and lunged at the Jedi’s hand again. This time, it wasn’t pushed away, and the hand came clean off of him. He wiped the blood off of his blade, and stared at the JedI again. “Pathetic.” Fett said. The Jedi growled, and sent a punch at his head. The blade skimmed across his helmet, and Fett sent his own into the mans abdomen. It went straight through it, and blood splattered onto him. “As I said,” he said, “pathetic.” He pulled the blade out of him, and the Jedi fell to the floor. Fett looked down at the shoto, and took it in his hand. He clipped it onto his belt, and walked around the spire. It looked like a Jedi Council meeting chamber, of sorts. He looked down at his pouch, and pulled a detpack out of it. He walked over to the corner of the spire, and placed the detpack near the window. Out from the window, he saw the battle raging on. Artillery guns firing from the Sith side, with dozens of Republic soldiers retreating to what seemed to be a landing pad. Fett took this into notice, and gripped another detpack. He set it over by another window, and walked to the turbolift. It took him down to the main floor, where he saw his squad of troopers. “What did you find?” Fett asked them. “Just a few soldiers in a canteen. And a Jedi.” one of them said. “The Jedi dead?” He asked again. “More like…scattered.” The soldier said. A few squadmates behind him that had removed their helmets snickered. “Define ‘scattered’.” “Missile blast. Limbs flew off of him. Lightsaber is still working fine, though.” He said, revealing the hilt in his hand. Fett took a hold onto it, and placed it at his belt. “Thank you,” he said, walking past the men. He pressed a button on his wrist, and the building rocked again. He heard a crumbling noise, and looked out from the window. The large spire that he was previously on, crashed into a squad of Republic troopers. He smiled again, and walked outside. ______________________________________________________________________________ “Major, what’s the status?” Virtus asked, looking at his officer. “Well, my Lord. A squad of troopers detached from the main army, and stormed the fortress. The main spire has just fallen off of the fort itself. “Fett…” Virtus whispered. “Pardon, my Lord?” the major asked. “Nothing.” was the response, “Continue the assault, Major. And, order a Special Ops. Group to come here, right now. I will be needing them. For now, my apprentice, Arlue, will be commanding the main assault.” “As you command, my liege.” the Major said, nodding to a lower officer. In less than a minute, a squadron of eight men approached Virtus, dressed in the same gray battle armor. Virtus grunted. “You men, will be coming with me to that landing pad, and cutting off any escape route for the Republic, and the JedI. They seem to have a great importance for some kind of item, and I want it. I want it, now.” A man in the middle saluted Virtus. “Yes, my Lord. You heard the man, lets move!” he said to his troopers. They sprinted off of the platform, and Virtus sped infront of them. They walked around a small cluster of trees, and nearly got hit by an artillery blast. But due to the Force, Virtus stopped it from impacting him or his troops. They eventually approached the far side of the landing pad, and Virtus looked upon the shuttles. “Hmm…you three,” he said, gesturing to three of the men, “cut the fuel lines from that shuttle, and kill the pilots. Then place a detpack on the hull of the ship. “Yes, my Lord.” he said, stealthily walking to the side of the shuttle. He looked down to the fuel lines, and gripped a small fusioncutter in his hand. He placed it at the side of the pumps, and activated it. It cut into the fuel lines, and gas came out of it. Another man then placed a detpack on the side of the shuttle, and walked back to the squad. “Now,” Virtus said, “we storm the place.” He ignited his lightclaws, and ran into the center of the pad, looking at the Jedi escorting a container of some sort. They ignited their weapons, and lunged at Virtus. He blocked the attacks away from him, and sent a repulse of Force energy out of his body. It impacted the Jedi, and sent them back to the sides of the pad. He then, used the Dark Side, to bring a spear into his hand. He then hurled the spear at a man in front of him, and killed him instantly. He then brought the spear back into his hand, using the Force, and parried the attack of a Jedi next to him. He then sent his lightclaws into his chest, killing him. A female Cerean Jedi then lunged at Virtus, and sliced at his legs. The saber was then deflected away from his leg, due to the cortosis plating. He then used the spear, and hacked it into the Jedi’s head. Dead. The soldiers behind him, looked down at the Republic troops, and fired at them. Bolts of energy came across the pad, but Virtus ignored it. He leaned down to the container, and opened it. Inside of it, was a red, shining crystal. “It can’t be…” he said. He took the crystal in his hand, and felt a surge of energy in his body. He sent it around him, and looked at his hands, that were now red. He raised them at the Republic troops, and send the energy out of him. Red bolts of lightening left his fingertips and surged into the troopers. The lightening chained them together, and they all fell over dead. He placed the crystal into his pouch, and walked away from the landing pad, still looking at his hands. When they returned to the main battlefield, it seemed that the Sith had won the siege, completely. Virtus nodded to the soldier who had placed the detpacks, and he returned the nod. A few seconds later, the landing pad lit up. “Major, Cerea is ours.” Virtus said. The major raised his hands up, and a flare flew into the air. It exploded, with blue sparks. A victory signal. ______________________________________________________________________________ The meditation chamber aboard the Relentless was somewhat soothing to Virtus. He let the Dark Side consume his body. Then, he sensed the presence of another approaching. Arlue walked into the meditation spire, in the form of a Cerean Jedi. “You show pride in your capabilities, my apprentice.” Virtus said. Arlue looked surprised, and went back to a human form. “App-apprentice, my Lord?” “Correct.” Virtus responded, “By the power invested in me, from Dark Lord of the Sith, Darth Krayt, I hereby anoint you in the Order of the Sith Lords. Henceforth, you shall be known as Darth…Sicarius.” Arlue fell to his knees. “I thank you, my…master.” “Rise, Lord Sicarius.” Virtus said. Arlue obeyed, and looked at his master. “What are your wishes?” Virtus thought for a moment. What were his wishes? “The Jedi and the Republic, have interfered with our operations for the last time. The shipyards of Sluis-Van seem to be the origins of the fleet that we ambushed previously. You will take two of our destroyers, and take control of the shipyards.” Virtus ordered. “As you command, my Lord.” Arlue said, gripping his lightsaber in his hand. He walked out of the spire, and took the form of a Yuuzhan Vong. “Why would he do…ah.” Virtus said, smiling. Virtus continued to meditate, and Arlue walked to the bridge, where he informed Admiral Finn of what he would be doing. “Sluis-Van?” he asked, still surprised of his form. “Yes.” Arlue responded. “Hmm. Take Captain Cargey with you, he is proving to be an excellent fleet commander.” Finn said. “As you wish,” Arlue responded, igniting his lightsaber to his side, and turning around, to see Boba Fett behind him, raising his rifle at Arlue’s head. He swayed to the side, and hacked his saber at Fett’s rifle, cutting the barrel off of it clean. “Fool.” Arlue said, taking him in a choking position, through the Force. His body then changed into a human form. The rest to be added. Comments? Questions? Suggestions? |
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| BuchataNu | Aug 24 2008, 12:57 PM Post #2 |
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Your non-sagacity disturbs me.
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Nice. But next time: You put this in the Et cetera section, and do not expect flame? Brilliant! |
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| Seamus // | Aug 24 2008, 12:58 PM Post #3 |
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Lol. Thanks. |
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| Jake | Aug 24 2008, 01:06 PM Post #4 |
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Never run from a sniper, you will only die tired.
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nice. Tbh I liked it alot well done. All in a good nights work |
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| Seamus // | Aug 24 2008, 01:07 PM Post #5 |
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Lol. I started it in a nights work. :] |
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| Ryan | Aug 24 2008, 01:20 PM Post #6 |
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I r Jesus.
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lol i'm only gonna flame one thing fucking bright blue. man. bright fucking blue. |
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| Seamus // | Aug 24 2008, 01:21 PM Post #7 |
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-edits- |
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| Tyler | Aug 25 2008, 08:02 AM Post #8 |
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Good story, only thing I didn't get is why Virtus killed Fox so quickly on the ship xD HE JUST WANTED A HUGGGGG |
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| Seamus // | Aug 25 2008, 12:55 PM Post #9 |
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Rofl. As you can tell, Virtus is... Straight. :] |
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| Seamus // | Aug 26 2008, 03:16 PM Post #10 |
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Added more to the story, read up dudez. |
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| Ben | Aug 26 2008, 05:25 PM Post #11 |
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Darth Axurion. Lord of the Sith.
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Fuck. Killed a guy for wanting a hug. That's a True Sith right there. |
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| Seamus // | Aug 26 2008, 08:23 PM Post #12 |
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^ proves Sith Lord.
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| Seamus // | Aug 27 2008, 10:43 AM Post #13 |
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Addedmore to the story. And I'd like to thank yall for the positive feedback. Means alot. I've seriously been thinking of trying to get this published when its done. And when I do. mah character on habbo r gunna be 1337 and yall gunna dai.
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| Seamus // | Sep 2 2008, 05:32 PM Post #14 |
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I added the rest to here, due to the original post being too long. “All apologies…Shi’ido.” Arlue nodded, and dropped Fett from his grip. “I will be taking Fett, as well.” he said. Fett was surprised, but said nothing. “Very well,” Finn said. “Captain Cargey, front and center.” he called. The captain jogged over towards them, and bowed. “Yes, Admiral?” he asked. “You and the newly-anointed Darth Kalaros will be going to Fondor.” he said. “Fondor, Admiral?” Cargey questioned. “Yes, Captain” Arlue said, crossing his arms. Cargey bowed to Arlue, and looked down to Fett. “And I take it you will be coming along, too?” he asked. Fett nodded. A soldier walked by the group, and Fett took a hold of his blaster. “Thank you kindly,” he said, smiling from under his helmet. “Come,” Arlue said, and they walked to the capital hangars. ______________________________________________________________________________ Virtus stared out into space from his meditation chambers, and he pondered his mind. “Was it worth making the Shi’ido for an apprentice?” he asked himself. “It was,” came the reply from his mind. Virtus was surprised. But then again, he was Dark Lord of the Sith. “Who are you?” he thought. “I am called by many names. ‘Annie“. ‘Anakin‘. ‘Lord Vader‘.” the voice said. A figure then appeared infront of Virtus. “Darth Vader…” he said, “you were a pathetic excuse for a Dark Lord.” The figure was fully clear, and the unmasked Vader smiled. “You, along with others, still think I died inclined to the Lightside?” he asked. “That’s the story.” Virtus said. Vader shrugged. “Fool. You are a fool, as was Skywalker.” he said. Virtus looked him straight in the eye. “You are Skywalker.” he said. Vader growled. “The name Skywalker has not been used with me for centuries. Do not dare to call me that, now.” he said, “now, the question is, who are you?” Virtus began to sweat, slightly. “I am Darth Decessus, Lord of the Sith.” Vader laughed. “You call yourself Sith!? How hilarious.” It was now Virtus that was growling. “Legend says you killed Palpatine because you saw the ‘light’,” Virtus said, still growling. “Legend deceived you. I killed Palpatine for attacking my blood. If Skywalker were not my blood, I wouldn’t have cared less. I would have killed him myself. And Palpatine afterwards. The rank of Dark Lord of the Sith was mine, and mine only.” “Wrong.” Virtus responded, igniting his lightclaw. “You dare?” Vader said, igniting his own lightsaber. “Could that do any harm?” Virtus thought. “It can.” Vader answered, “I am in your mind. Do not dare to fight me.” Just as he finished the sentence, Virtus fell to the ground, holding his head. “Get out of me…” he muttered. Vader smiled, and raised his lightsaber. “You are young, and weak. Just like a pupil of mine. Young, arrogant, weak. Ahsoka. Yes… the Togrutan. Do you know what I did to her?” He asked. “Why would I care? She was probably humiliated to have you for a teacher.” “I struck her down, along with every other Jedi I met. Now, I must kill a ’Sith’. It pains me, Virtus,” he said, sarcastically, “it really does.” He then lunged the saber into Virtus’ head. And he raised his body up from the bed. A dream. A nightmare. Nothing more. ______________________________________________________________________________ The two destroyers came out of the massive ship hangars, with frigate escort. Assassin-class Corvettes. Anciently old, but modified since then. Made for a Sith Empire. The corvettes came along the sides of the mammoth, Palleon-class Star Destroyers, and looked puny. Arlue smiled, from inside the Insurgent’s bridge. “Hmm. Captain Cargey, report?” Arlue called. “My Lord, the Abominable reports that the Slave V is fully prepped, with a new eye-dee and all.” “What is the new name, Captain?” “The Malicious.” “Excellent,” Arlue said, taking the form of a human bounty hunter. He walked out of the bridge, and towards the hangar, where he took a shuttle to the Abominable. He landed in the main hangar, and prepared to launch from the Firespray. He tapped a button on his wrist. “Captain, Fett will be your commanding officer aboard the Insurgent until my return.” “Yes, my Lord.” was the response. Arlue flicked a switch on the console, and the engines roared to life. “You know the plan,” he said, flicking the switch again. He brought the ship out of the hangar, and into space. He locked the coordinates for Fondor, and pulled a lever back. The starlines appeared, and Arlue smiled ______________________________________________________________________________ “Hailing Fondor StarDrive Shipyard oh-nine-three. This is Ryx Valus, my ship needs serious repairs.” Arlue said into the com. “Identify your ship, Mister Valus.” came the response. “The Malicious.” “Standby.” Arlue waited for a response to come, and hoped that it would work. “Malicious, this is Tangro Yolana, Senator of Fondor, and CEO of Fondor StarDrives. You should be well aware, that we are not a repair yard. We are a capital-ship manufacturing corp, dedicated to the Republic Navy. “And now, you will be dedicated to the Sith Armada,” he said, flicking a swtich on the console. The fleet then came up behind him, on an obvious attack vector. Arlue brought the ship around, and dived into the shipyard itself. There was a Hammerhead-class Cruiser being built, and he opened fire upon it. The laser blasts ripped into the hull, and broke some of it off. The ship then broke into two, and came off of the drydock. He brought the ship around again, and spoke into the com. “Launch all fighters, gain superiority. Fett, get those transports ready to storm the place. Captain Cargey, inform the Insurgent that we have engaged.” “As you wish,” Fett said. “Yes, my Lord,” Cargey said. Arlue looked at the swarm of enemy fighters coming up on him, and only smiled. He sent a cluster bomb infront of the swarm, and the fighters went right on it. The bomb exploded in the middle of them, and sent the majority of them flying. He then waved his hands at two of the fighters, and brought them together, through the Force. He then twirled the ship around, and came up on three other fighters. Predator-class interceptors came up along side of him. His guys. “You two, watch my six,” he called. Arlue then fired the turrets at the fighter on the far side. One of the wings flew off of it, and nearly came in contact with the Slave V. “K-wings,” he thought. He then brought the ship around, and looked at three more Predator’s coming in front of the K-wings. “Eyeballs that kill,” he thought. The destroyers brought themselves around two Hammerhead cruisers that were attempting to leave the area. They then began to bombard them. ______________________________________________________________________________ “Right, men,” Fett said, priming his blaster, “to the transports.” He ran off the box, and into one of the transport ships. Dozens of soldiers ran in after him, their armor dangling. Fett ordered the pilot of the transport to kick it, and spoke into his wrist. “Fighters, give us some cover” he said. “Yes, sir!” came a response. The transport came off the hangar floor, and bolted out of it, into space. The space battle raged on, and Fett smiled. “Love a good bit of warfare.” he said. Four more transports had come along side the one Fett was aboard, and turned towards the facility. Several energy blasts rocked the ship at first, but became more smooth, once the Predator fighters had dealt with the K-wing and E-wing defenses. Then, Fett looked shocked. Gun emplacements had literally appeared in front of them, concealing the facility behind them. “Cloaking devices,” he muttered, “CAPTAIN! Shields fully forward.” “Yes, sir!” the captain called. Fett spoke into his wrist console again. “Corvette Nightgale, support needed. Attack the gun emplacements.” he said. There came no response, but he saw the corvette changing its path, and coming along side the transports. It then began to punch a hole in the “blockade”, with turbolaser blasts. Two of the emplacements exploded, and left a small hole. The emplacements then fired back, and took the corvette out. “By the stars, they’re strong.” he muttered again. “Captain, order the other transports to return to the ship. We’ll be going alone.” he ordered. Some of the soldiers looked at each other, but said nothing. The transport then burst through the hole, and came up on the facility. It landed in the main hangar, and Fett jumped off his seat to the ramp. He saw it come down, and looked out into it. A squad of troops were in front of him. “In the name of the Galactic Republic, you are under arrest.” said the squad leader. Fett took off his helmet, and the soldiers gasped. “Boba Fett…” one said. Fett smiled. “Enjoy,” he said, tossing a thermal detonator at their feet. The explosion rocked the hangar, and the squad flew back. Three troopers on the far side, fired at Fett. He returned the fire, and had a much better shot than what they had. Sith troops came out from the transport, and ran into the turbo lifts. Several war droids came up along side the transport, and Fett activated an electro-magnetic pulse, that took them down instantly. “Short work,” he said, smirking. He placed his helmet over his head, and ran after his troops. ______________________________________________________________________________ “Three on the side, Zhol.” Arlue said into the com. “Thanks, my Lord.” he said. “You really don’t need to call me that,” Arlue pleaded. “Mkay.” Zhol said, as he brought his ship around the back of one of the fighters. “I mean,” Arlue continued, as he fired at another fighter, “we’ve known each other since we were… younglings.” he said. Zhol laughed. “Yeah, yeah, I get it.” he agreed. Zhol pulled the ship around and came up on Arlue’s side, and waved. He lurched the ship forward, and brought it in front of a Hammerhead. The lasers on the cruiser fired at Zhol, and he evaded the fire. Arlue shook his head, and waved his hand at the cruiser. The front of the cruise then broke apart, with debris flying around. He then saw two cruisers at port. He summoned on the dark side, and brought it around his body. He then let it push out of his body, towards the cruisers. He could feel the life energy pouring out of the crew aboard, and it made Arlue feel stronger. He smiled, and placed his ship on auto pilot. He let the Force flow through him again, and manipulated his lungs, a bit. He pushed the door of the ship open, and ignited his lightsaber. He flew around in space, and looked to a squadron of fighters approaching him. He hurled the saber at one of them, and the hull ripped apart. The saber twirled, and went into the side of another ship, were it rested. “Damn.” Arlue said, pushing his body forward to retrieve his weapon. He took it in his hands, and the pilot looked amazed. Arlue pushed dark energy out of his body, and into that of the pilot. A toxin flowed into his bloodstream, and then, his blood vessels clotted, and he died. Arlue turned around, to see that the Slave V, was spinning around out of control, and a corvette was firing upon it. “No…” he muttered. Arlue then, saw the ship explode. He turned away, and used the Force to bring the pilot’s ship to him. He used telekinesis to guide the body out of it, and took control of the ship. ______________________________________________________________________________ “How many more, Lieutenant?” Fett asked the officer. “Sir, there’s only three left, then we’re clear to the main office, and Yolana will be ours.” Fett smiled. “CEO of a Shipyard, and, a Republic Senator.” he said. He nodded to the Lieutenant, and fired down the corridor. A soldier came out to the return the fire, and an allied soldier took advantage of this, shooting him in the head. Fett encouraged him, and fired at a second soldier, and hit him in the leg. He fell to the floor, and Fett thought he killed him. He then, walked down to a doorway in the hall, and perched around, looking for the last soldier. He revealed himself, holding two blaster pistols in his hand. Fett smiled, and kicked him to the floor, the pistols falling out of his hands. He took them in his own hands, and looked at them. “It can’t be…” he muttered. The silver glow along the blasters seemed to familiar. He had seen them before, but couldn’t place where, or when. He aimed one of them at the soldier, and fired it once. The sound of the blast was very familiar indeed. Then, it hit him. “Dad’s.” he thought. The man on the floor smiled. “Manda…lorian…” he made out, coughing. He died, right after he finished the cough. Fett turned pale. “Impossible…” he said, placing the pistols on his belt. He took his rifle in his hands, and looked down the hall. “Get that door open,” he said to a troop. “Yes, sir.” he said. The soldier took a detonation pack, and placed it on the door. Then, the soldier Fett had shot, but not killed, fired a shot into the mans head. Fett twirled the pistols into his hands, and fired both of them off, three times each, making sure he killed him this time. The humming of the fire was music to his hears. That confirmed it. “Dad…” he said, and a tear came to his eye. He walked down to the detpak, and pushed a button on it. He ran back a few feet, and waited. The pack then exploded, and made a large hole in the door. Blaster fire poured out of it. Fett fired the pistols inside, killing three men. He rolled on the floor, and into the room, where he activated his jetpack. The room ceiling was higher than he thought, and brought it up, firing down at the people below. He saw a man hiding behind a desk, and took it into notice. He killed two other men on his left side, and deactivated the jet. He then holstered one of his pistols, and walked over to the man. “Don’t kill me…” he muttered. “Eh. Dead or alive. Does it make a difference?” he said, aiming the pistol at the man’s head. “Wait a minute,” he muttered again, “I am Senator Tangro Yolana. I won’t surrender myself to a mere… bounty hunter.” Fett let out a roar of laughter. “Mere bounty hunter, he says. Ha-ha!” he cried. He then, fired the blaster into the mans leg. He winced in pain, and his face fell to the floor. “I’m Boba Fett; Mandalorian, Mandalore the Wise, and, yes, a bounty hunter, too.” He then, placed his hands at his belt, and took a pair of stun cuffs. “You’re shipyards are under Sith control now.” Yolana’s face went pale. “Sith?” he said, “They haven’t been seen or heard of since… the last Empire.” “And, now they’re back.” “It’s not Krayt, is it?” he asked, trembling. Fett smiled. “Much worse; Decessus. I think he was trained by him. Or someone else. Not sure.” he muttered. The man then, fainted in his arms. He held the smile, and placed the cuffs around his wrist, locking them shut. He then, walked over to a console, and saw a big red button on it. “What does this button do?” he said, pressing it. All the ships that were in space above Fondor (The Republic ones) stopped firing. They stood still. He smiled, and pressed another button, bringing up a holo. “Senator, what is happening?” came the voice of a young woman. Fett smiled. “Ah, your majesty.” he said. “Boba Fett…” the queen said, “I thought you had died?” “You thought wrong,” he said, taking his helmet off, “now, to business. You will be killed, by me, if you do not order a system-surrender. Fondor, its shipyards, people, and resources, are now sole property of the Sith Empire.” The Queen smiled. “And you think I fear death? I am the Queen of Fondor, and her people. We will not surrender to you, or the Sith. No matter who it is.” “Even the Dark Lord of the Sith?” he questioned. The Queen said nothing. “Exactly.” The Queen turned red. “You will not harm the people, or me, or anyone else, if we surrender?” she asked. “Correct.” he said. “Then… we surrender.” ______________________________________________________________________________ “My Lord, we have word from Fondor. Queen Ytue has surrendered.” Finn said, looking at Virtus. “Excellent. Prepare to make a jump to lightspeed, and leave the Deathbringer here, to supervise the construction of the outpost here, above Cerea. “Yes, my Lord.” Finn said, bowing, and walking away. Virtus waited until Finn had gone down the corridor, and he smiled. “Good work, my apprentice.” The starlines then began to appear, and a blue wormhole took the place of the dark, endless space. ______________________________________________________________________________ Arlue smiled, as he saw the other ships shut down. But he was still worried about the Slave V. He disignited his blade, and tended to the ship. Pieces of its hull were scattered around it. “Damn it all.” he said, hitting a piece of the hull. He went into the inside of the ship, and fiddled with the controls. There was still power to the engines, but not very much. “Maybe I could get it into a shipyard.” he thought, pressing a button on the side. The ships engines sparked, but came to life, if even. The ship slowly flew towards the shipyard, with flames coming out of the end. He used the Force to conceal the flames to there, so they wouldn’t spread. Then, he saw the Relentless appear from hyperspace. He ignored it, and initiated landing protocols. The ship’s gear came out from behind, and he brought her in. The ships repulsorlifts had failed, but Arlue didn’t know. The ship then fell to the hangar floor in the shipyard, and made the entire place shake. He smacked his head, and walked out of the ships cockpit, and a sweaty Boba Fett appeared, shaking his head. “This is why, I never ever ever give my ship to anyone else.” he said, placing both of his Father’s pistols in his holster. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” Arlue said. “No matter. It’ll be done in a few days. But I need to leave. For maybe three standard weeks.” “To where?” Arlue questioned. Fett shrugged. “Being the Dark Lord’s personal servant isn’t my only job.” ______________________________________________________________________________ The eyeball-looking fighter came out of hyperspace, above the planet of Mandalore. “Home sweet home.” he said, smiling. He brought the ship around one of the moons, to see a space station orbiting it, with two modified Keldabe battleships guarding it. “Unidentified fighter, what is your business?” came a voice from the com. “It’s Boba Fett, I’ll explain later.” “Manda’lor?” came a response. “Yes.” Fett said. There was no response this time, but he had gained landing permission. He brought the ship into the hangar of one of the battleships, and looked around at the Mandalorians, fully armored, in front of him. “How long have you been away, my friend?” asked a Mandalorian next to him. “Months, Dex, months. Home is where the armor is, don’t you know that?” “Mandalore is our home.” came a voice from in front of the group of Mandalorians. “And who are you?” Fett asked, taking off his helmet. “I am the Manda’lor. You, Fett, are nothing.” the man said. Fett drew one of his blasters. “You are a fool, Tablor. You truly are.” Tablor drew his own rifle, and fired it at Fett’s foot. It bounced off of his plating, and hit the hangar ceiling. “Leave. You are an outcast. You abandoned the Mandalorians when we needed you most. I came to their aid. I brought them the help they needed, while you… you did nothing.” Fett growled. “Do you not know where I have been? Do you not?” he asked. Tablor shook his head. “It does not matter, Fett. You left the Mandalorians, and didn’t even inform us.” “I was the servant of the Dark Lord of the Sith.” A Sith?” Tablor asked. Fett nodded. “You fool. We haven’t allied ourselves with the Sith since the times of Exar Kun. Millennia ago.” “There was Vader.” Fett said, grunting. “That was you, and you alone.” Tablor countered. “As Manda’lor, Boba Fett of Kamino, I outcast you from the Mandalorian Clans.” Fett aimed his pistol at Tablor’s head. “And if I am no member of the Clans, I am not bound to full allegiance to the Manda’lor.” He fired the blaster once, and it missed his head, due to Tablor swaying from it. He then, fired his own rifle at Fett, a dozen times. Fett brought him self in the air, with his jetpack, and fired at the floor. Dozens of energy blasts came up at once, and Fett only smiled. He brought himself down in front of Tablor, and dropped his pistols in his holster. “Only fist and foot. Like the fighting circle.” he said. He then, kicked Tablor in the shin, and brought him to his feet. He launched a punch at his face, and it tore the jaw apart. Tablor head butted him in the groin, and Fett took the pain. He swayed around to his side, and kicked the back of his neck inwards, ramming the spinal cord. Tablor fell to the floor, but pushed himself off of it. He twisted his neck around, and launched a punch at Fett’s head. It rammed into his nose, and shattered the bones. Fett smiled, and kicked Tablor’s torso. He flew back into the crowd, and Tablor growled. He took his rifle in his hand, and fired at Fett three times. All of the blasts hit his body, but deflected off of his armor. He then raised his wrist to him, and fired his wrist blaster five times, killing him. The Mandalorians around him were shocked. “I am Boba Fett. The Manda’lor.” ______________________________________________________________________________ “Admiral, prepare the occupation force. If there is any resistance, order them to execute them, for disturbing the peace,” Virtus said, smiling. The Admiral nodded, and walked down the bridge corridor. “General,” Virtus made out, “you have the green light.” “Thank you, Admiral.” the General said, walking down to the turbolift. Virtus stared out into space, and thought to himself. “There’s a stronger presence out there. I can feel it. Perhaps another Sith…” he pondered. He pushed his robes back over his hilt, and looked out at the shipyards. “Fett should have had the Senator done by now…ah.” he said, seeing a Theta-class Shuttle come out of the main station’s hangar. “Grant the shuttle landing permission, Admiral.” he called. Finn nodded, and walked to the console, speaking into the com channel. Minutes later, the passengers from the shuttle walked into the bridge, with a captive. “My Lord,” one of the commandos said, “this is Tangro Yolana, CEO of the Shipyards, and Senator of Fondor.” Virtus smiled. “Ah, your Excellency.” he mocked. Yolana shook his head. “You won’t get any information from me, if that’s what you intend, my Lord.” he shot back. Virtus smiled, and ignited his lightclaw. “Hmph, feisty, isn’t he…lieutenant?” he asked the commando. “Yes, my Lord.” he said, sweating under his helmet. Virtus sent the lightclaw to Yolana’s shoulder, and cut the arm off of him. It fell to his feet, and Virtus Force gripped him in the air. He then blasted him to the wall on the corridor, where he fell to the floor, knocked out. “Take him to the brig!” Virtus said, grunting. He disignited his blade, and looked out into space once more. “Prove yourself to me, Arlue.” he thought. ______________________________________________________________________________ Swarms of escort fighters flew down to the planetary surface, accompanied by several drop ships, carrying an occupation force. Arlue brought his new E-wing assault fighter in front of the force, and landed on a docking platform, on one of the skyscrapers. He came out from the fighter’s cockpit, and was met by a man dressed in an indigo suit. “You represent the…Sith?” he asked, shaking. Arlue nodded, and looked to his guards. The man returned the nod, and gestured for him to follow. Arlue followed him, keeping his guard up. Several of the guards around the platform were wielding Vibroswords, and proved somewhat of a threat if they came up on him all at once. “What am I thinking,” he thought, “I am Apprenticed to the Dark Lord of the Sith. How can they be a threat.” When he finished his sentence, that’s when one of the guards lunged at him, blade in hand. Arlue blocked the attack by raising his wrist, were the blade plunged into a cortosis plate. Arlue sent a current of electricity through the mans body through the Force, and killed him. He ignited his lightsaber around him, in Ataru, a form he learned while training with Virtus. He flipped up to the representative’s shoulders, and sent a clean swipe through his neck, and the head rolled off of his shoulders. Blasterfire erupted in the hallways. Two drop ships landed on the platform, but the soldiers weren’t deployed quick enough to get a piece of the action. Arlue looked up in the air, and saw several airspeeders flying to the drop ships, in an attack formation. “Fools!” Arlue yelled, disigniting his blade, “Soldiers, you just became an invasion force.” ______________________________________________________________________________ “Come.” Fett gestured to his comrades, going through the endless Dxun jungles. From space, the planet of Onderon could be seen. Fett admired it, as he moved thruogh the various plants. He turned to his side, and saw another cannok behind one of his squadmates. “On the left!” he yelled out to him. The Mandalorian turned around, and fired three times at the Cannok. Another one flew from the tree branch above, and landed on his body, tossing him to the floor. Fett lunged at the animal with a vibroblade, and sent it through the body of the Cannok. Dead. Then, he turned around, and sighed. Four other Mandalorians were attacking a small herd of Boma, that they had interrupted. “Damned beasts!” he yelled, firing the blaster in the Boma’s direction. Once the herd was wiped out, Fett looked to the second-in-command. “You find anything yet?” he asked. The man shrugged. “There’s a reading coming over from down…there.” he said, pointing into a large area, “it has an energy reading inside. Force knows what could be in there.” Fett made a gesture, and looked down to his men. “Get those thermacrete detonators!” he called. Two men jogged to the position where the soldier had pointed, and planted the charges on the floor. They sent the wiring along a metallic wall, and walked back to the group. “Let ‘er rip.” one of them said. The detonations expert smiled under his helmet, and pressed a button on the console. The detonator set off the chain reaction, and the charges exploded into a purple flame, ripping into the door. After the smoke cleared, Fett walked over. He peered inside of the wall, and saw a ton of crates inside. “We found it!” he called back to the men, who cheered. Fett ran inside, and looked around. “Like Armath.” he said, smirking. He walked over to a plasteel container, and pressed the button on it. The top of it slid open, revealing three ancient-looking blasters inside. “Damn,” he said, picking one of them up. He examined it, and saw an odd symbol on it. He nodded to a soldier, and he came over to him. “What is it, Mandalore?” he asked, looking at the rifle. “What’s that symbol?” he asked. The soldier took it in his hand, and peered down at the symbol. “Clan Ordo.” he said. Fett looked down to it in shock. “This goes back to…” “The Jedi Civil War.” the soldier finished. “By the Force…” Fett thought. He gently placed the rifle back inside, and looked down around the cache, seeing the other soldiers peeking around at the crates. Fett walked over to a glass case, and saw a sort of armor inside, with a t-visor on the helmet. The blue armor shimmered, and Fett smiled. “Whats this, then?” he asked the soldier. “Also dates back to the Civil War.” he said. “Neo-Crusaders, people called them. Canderous Ordo himself wore armor similar to this. Hell, he may have wore this himself.” Fett smiled. “Alright, men. We’ve found the cache, obviously. Now, we leave it as it is, for now. When the time truly comes, we will use it.” he announced, already walking to the exit. The soldiers followed him to the transport. ______________________________________________________________________________ “What is it, my Master?” Arlue asked Virtus, as he sat in his spire. “There has been a disturbance. One that has… haunted me.” he replied. “Where is it coming from?” “I am not sure. I feel it coming from Ziost, but it could be as far away as Dromund Kaas.” he said. Arlue nodded. “Come to think of it,” he said, he fell to the floor, holding his head. “No, STOP!” he called. Virtus stood up, and looked to his apprentice. “Fight it. Do not let it control you, control it.” he said, smirking. Arlue fought back to the force mentally, and pushed it out of his mind. He fell to the floor, then, unconscious. “Hmph.” Virtus said, using the Force to grasp him, and place him on a bed. Virtus walked out to the corridor, and observed a small squad of troops patrolling. “Lieutenant!” he called to the stormtrooper. “Report.” he asked. The trooper walked down to him, and saluted. “My Lord, there has been a small explosion in hangar bay three.” he said. Virtus rubbed his chin. “Have we been boarded?” he questioned. The troop shook his head. “Negative. The Xythan shield around the ship would have stopped any craft.” “Unless…” Virtus said, trailing off. He ran down to the turbolift, lightclaws ignited. He took it to the main hangar bay, only to see three persons, with lightsabers in their hands. Virtus channeled the Force out of his body, and sent it around the three adepts. He stunned their muscles together, and locked them down into place, making them completely paralyzed. “Now.” he said, looking down to them, “when I dissipate your stasis, you will all drop to your knees, and give me a three second explanation, of why in damn you are aboard my ship.” he said, dissipating the stasis from them. They fell to the floor, and spoke out in unison, saying different things at the same time. “ENOUGH.” Virtus bellowed. The adepts stopped in their tracks. He approached a Kiffar that sat infront of him. “Name?” he asked, smirking “Troy Zequr.” he said, trembling. “Why have you come? And where from?” “We came to assassinate the…rebels.” Troy said, sweating. Virtus took him in a Force grip. “Rebels? I am DARK LORD of the Sith, young Zequr. I am no rebel, I am the Emperor.” he said. Zequr only smiled. “You are not the Dark Lord of the Sith. Revara is.” he said. Virtus looked into his eyes, and down to the other adepts, who were nodding. “Where is this ‘Revara’.” he asked, letting Troy fall. He caught his breath, and spoke. “On a planet in Sith space. Completely unknown to the Republic, or anyone else.” “Besides me.” “Besides you.” Troy agreed, “the planet is called Yahmz VX.” he finished. Virtus pondered. “Yamhz…” he thought. He looked down to the Kiffar, and smiled. “And you will take me right to this ‘Revara’.” he commanded. Troy smiled. “Darth Revara, to you.” he mocked. Virtus took this into note, and used the Force to crush his body into bits, the organs exploding inside of his body. He fell to the floor, bleeding from almost everywhere. “Do you two have a problem with this?” he asked. The two adepts shook their heads simultaneously. ______________________________________________________________________________ “The rebel is coming.” a figure in dark robings said. “Shall I dispatch the Fleet, my Lord?” another asked. “No, Magnus. This rebel is more than a match for our fleet. You will go yourself, and dispose of this threat.” “As you command, my Lord.” _____________________________________________________________________________ “Kalaros.” Virtus called into the chamber, looking down to Arlue. “What is it, master?” he asked, turning on the bed. “Come.” Virtus said, walking out of the chamber. Arlue grunted, and placed his overcloak around his body, and attached the utility belt to his waistline. He walked down after Virtus, and took the turbolift with him. “I have found the disturbance.” Arlue smiled. “What, and where is it?” “A world in Sith Space. One that hasn’t been heard of in a while -- if even. Yamhz.” he said. “Who is there, my Master?” “A fool who has proclaimed title of Dark Lord of the Sith.” Virtus responded, disgusted. “Shall I go and dispose of him?” he asked. Virtus considered. He had shown great strength before this. Perhaps he could do it now… “Yes, Kalaros. Take the prisoner with you; he has the coordinates. Dispose of the threat, and tell them that Atramors is Dark Lord of the Sith.” Arlue bowed, and walked out of the chamber. “Yes. I am indeed Dark Lord of the Sith.” _____________________________________________________________________________ “Easy, easy.” the man said to his beast, patting his ears. The man looked up from the planet surface, and into space. “Thule can make one feel different.” Magnus said. He placed his hand at his belt, and took his lightsaber into his hand. He ignited it, and raised it above his shoulder. He kicked his beast’s side, and it bolted forward, towards the old Sith city. He bolted along through the city, seeing the remnants of old droids, and white armor. “Stormtroopers?” he thought aloud. He forgot about them, and pressed forward on the bridge, towards an open area. Then, he saw a large circular object, sitting in front of him. “The Dark Reaper.” he muttered, disigniting his blade. He then felt the presence of another, and turned around, seeing the ghostly Ulic Qel-Droma. “Leave, Magnus.” “Why should I?” he asked Ulic. The ghost smiled. “Because Darth Vader was tainted by the Dark Reaper’s power, and look at what it did to him.” “It killed him.” Magnus said. “But it will not kill you…” he said. Magnus turned around, and jolted forward towards the Reaper. Ancient Sith markings were engraved around the surface of it, and Magnus read them. “Interesting…” he said. He turned around, seeing dozens upon dozens of Sith spawn. “How did they…” he tried to say, igniting his blade. He turned around on instinct, and sliced at one of the spawn’s heads. It rolled off of his shoulders, and he turned to the others. ______________________________________________________________________________ “Master Val’sidos, is something amiss?” A weary Zidane Kast asked the Grandmaster of the JedI Order. “Yes… Cerea. It’s… practically gone.” he said. He then looked down to Arkus Ank’hu. “I feel it, too.” he said, standing up. “I will go and investigate.” Val’sidos nodded. Arkus bowed to the Council, and walked out of the spire. “Hmm… Iuvenis.” he said, walking into the turbolift. He took it down to the hangar bays, and looked around at the JedI attending to their ships. “Knights, to me.” he called, raising his voice. Six JedI Knights of different paths walked to him. “Ready your ships. We are going to Cerea. An old friend of mine has struck, and destroyed the Fortress there.” The Knights nodded simultaneously, and walked to their fighters. They prepped them for take off, and bolted out of the hangar. Ank’hu used a Force enhanced burst of speed to get to his own personal E-wing, and bolted right after the fighters. “You wait up for me, Ryx.” he muttered. ______________________________________________________________________________ Fondor, was completely part of Virtus’ Sith Empire. Cerea, Fondor, Khar-Shian; he was making quite a name for himself. Not only had he attracted a so called “Lord of the Sith”, but also the attention of the JedI Order, and the New Republic. He smiled, and walked down to the bridge. Admiral Finn was staring out of the transparasteel viewports, and to the shipyards. “Excellent, isn’t it, Admiral?” he asked. Finn nodded. “My Lord, may I speak candidly?” he asked, sweating. Virtus returned a nod, and Finn began to speak. “Some of the crew members seem to… how should I say, dislike the way we are doing things. I mean, me personally, I agree totally with you. But as I said, the others…” he trailed off. Virtus smiled. “Let them believe what they may, Admiral. All I care about is finding this threat, and eradicating it. Then, we may continue in our Galactic conquest.” Finn bowed, and walked away, still sweating. Virtus picked up his com, and spoke into it. “Kalaros. Report.” ______________________________________________________________________________ Yamhz’s watery surface was much like that to Kamino, in the Rishi Maze. Not only in that perspective were they alike, but they had both remained hidden for so very long. But now that an entire Sith Fleet had found the planet… “Captain, have you detected any fleet?” Arlue asked him, taking his overcloak off of him. He tossed it to the floor, and an officer picked it up immediately. “Not at all, my Lord. Though there are some readings from the south pole of the planet. Pretty strong, in fact. I’d say an entire fort. Perhaps a city.” Arlue shook his head. “Not a city, no. They wouldn’t keep it hidden for this long.” he said, walking out of the bridge chamber. “Prepare the SCUBA Troops.” he called. The SCUBA troopers jumped out of the gunships, and straight into the watery |
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