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Darth Haar is most interested in participating. I shall PM both Karmic and Stell shortly!

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Storyboards / Re: Resurgence
« on: 07/19/17, 07:29:24 PM »
Hangar bay of the Eye of Mortis
Low Orbit, Iokath

Darth Haar's armored boots echoed around the room as they collided with the floor, the weight of the man making the metallic sound even louder than it should. The dropship had just landed by the time he was already walking towards the red robed guards; Imperial Guard's soldiers made a stalwart wall between the grizzled war veteran and the rest of the soldiers around the big room. They cheered for they hero and commander, but none knew the reason that drove the warrior to return to his flagship with such short notice.

He knew the Empire would take with a hint of bitterness his words about the Shadren Hegemony, but the favors he could now collect from the Queen and Lord Taelios were profitable in the short notice, even attracting the attention of a Sith Lord such as Metheius was among the parameters. He couldn't break him, Malagant was powerful, but Haar? No, too much to handle. Trying to powerplay someone who had done so much, who was looked up to so much, who was support so much, was non sense...

But every hero has a dark side.

Secrets of the Empire. The Panthom Operations Group. A clandestine division made to help Haar in his former duties to the Dark Council, whose resources were buried deep, it's existence erased, and it's power take away when the Council decided it was not worth to have such a volatile organization within the Sith, was being dug up, investigations were being conducted about it's existence and work.

It couldn't be revealed, no matter the cost. Even if it meant turning the Empire against him.

"Captain, turn the ship to Dromund Kaas. We're leaving Iokath." Haar's voice echoed once he had reached the bridge of the Harrower. The Imperial barely turned his face to the Sith before he answered to his order with a nod, and subsequent orders.

Haar sat down on the throne who had been installed for him nearby the helm, gripping the supposed visor of his helmet with his hand as he submitted himself to his thinking and mind wandering.

" not make me betray the not...make me betray this too..." He muttered under his breath.

Who he was talking to, was only but his own knowledge.

Storyboards / Re: News Channel Feeds
« on: 07/04/17, 04:49:29 PM »
Official Communication from Darth Haar, Sith Lord Commanding Forces in the Wild Space front.

From: Darth Haar, Dark Lord of the Sith in command of special operations group in Wild Space.

"My Ladies and Lords of the Sith, today, I speak to you not as a respected commander or fellow Dark Lord, but a representative of the Empire, who has seen what I had deemed impossible on a point in time. I witnessed the Sith uniting under one banner, one cause, warriors from two different sides band together in brotherhood and loyalty against the usurping Republic and their wretched soldiers. The faction, formerly known as the Valefor, now the Shadren Hegemony, has become an aid in our efforts to drive back the Republic into their corrupted core worlds. Their Queen has seen the light, and her actions had now provided the Empire with strength and support to keep fighting in multiple planets, continents, isles, cities and streets with old allies and friends. I shed light into this for all of us Sith, to know that the Shadren Hegemony is no longer safe paradise for heretics and traitors, but a proud land of patriots, friends and allies to be cherished and respected in this dark times. The Empress herself, I'm sure, would support my words and claims to open direct embassies in our homeworlds, while our military forces continue to cooperate in this long war.

Without further comments, I bid you farewell, my fellow Sith and Imperials.

Glory to the Empire, and the Shadren Hegemony.

Darth Haar, Wild Space Command.

Over 9000!

Or 388 (actual guess), whatever number is first :P

Holocrons and Info Nodes / Re: Ash to ash, dust to dust...
« on: 06/19/17, 12:14:02 AM »
0900 Hours
Iokath, Unknown spire, Iokath Conquest Campaing

The smell of charred flesh and burned metal had faded among the minutes gone after the end of the skirmish. The small, rooftop room had once been used as a makeshift Republic command post to monitor Imperial activity in the southern side of the artificial celestial body, specifically those related to the Imperial Wild Space Command. Serene voices born from Jedi Commanders mixed with the technical language of SIS operators and Republic soldiers, who had been working long nights and days with the intention to make sense of whatever the Imp's were after, a commendable crusade to stop the tyrannic Sith nation from gaining the technological advance to rule the galaxy and slave all freedom and democracy to a corrupt and meritocratic system that rewarded the strong over the weak. Injustice. Evil.

Words like that were the ones ringing through the mind of Iajer Phox, a Dantooine born-and-raised trooper from the Empire, while he walked around the corpses of the once users of the command post. The Republic was evil, corrupt, unbalanced and unworthy of existence. They were a failed old system that was dooming the galaxy to years of darkness and ignorance. The Sith Empire was the beacon of light among the lost and the dammed, a place where hard work and cunning was rewarded, not through connections and bureaucracy, but through actions and power. He knew he was fighting for the freedom of his family, former slaves, and to give a better future for his daughters back at Kaas.

A blue blade of light cut short his train of thought, alongside his torso, his eyes wandered around the room in awed surprise expression and terror-filled tears. Was this the end of him? How could he return now? What would her daugh-

"Why did he die?"

Haar's sight ,and every other Imperial aligned gun,locked on the last remaining Jedi, a badly wounded Master and his enraged Padawan. The body of the Imperial trooper made a choked thud before reaching the floor, and the silence settled in once more. It was stretched further before the Padawan spoke.

"Get...back. I warn you all, we are two Jedi's, and you're only a bunch of sucker puncher's with a big dude at the front...we are more than a match to you." The young togruta scoffed like a rabid pup, protecting a beaten progenitor from a pack of silent predators.

The soldiers took a few second to actually made any movement, though an anticlimactic hiccup from a scared recruit gave away the current situation. Almost everyone in the room was terrified of the other. Did the propaganda-filled adrenaline had faded away? Did war, for a second, showed it's true face to both sides? Did they even realize what was going on?

Two silent gazes wandered around the room. The Master and the Sith scouted around the debris of the before massacre like a field of grass, then their gazes met. Both had so much difference in their eyes, yet an equal, the red and black of the Sith worked against the light blue of the Human Jedi. Grey, short hair against ebony, long locks. A gargantuan and imposing figure against a lithe and somewhat fragile frame.

Two creatures molded by war, hardened by pain and suffering. Both knew the dark face of War, but only one knew that peace was equally as terrifying.

"Fear...that's why he died..."

Darth Haar raised from the destroyed command table he used to seat, and took a step in front of his troops, the blue light closely following his movements. The Jedi Master observed the Sith with more care and detail, and then, he realized. He raised his hand to his protege, and called on to him.

"Gohanna, please, do not fight, run...he isn't a normal Sith..." The struggling voice had to cough blood to formulate the phrase, not as serene as he had been hours earlier, but with conflicted and worried voice. Those eyes.

"No, Master, I shall fight, I will defend you, and I'll prove you I am worthy of being called a Jedi Knight, I'll claim vengeance for those killed in this coward ambush...I'll kill this Sith."

"And why you will die..."

The Sith raised a hand, and the troopers took cover around most of the room, most of them just outright leaving it through the holes in the wall and floor they used to breach in. They sensed it, they all knew what was going to be done. Vengeance would be claimed.

The Sith slowly detached his blade from his belt, his red and black eyes staring deep into the Togruta's iris, piercing through the surface to reveal the fear and rage within. He slowly took guard, and he awaited her assault.

An spinning blue strike, a dark red parry and a flurry of cuts in a obscure and dimmed room. A gutural cry. A thud. The Force shivered around the room.

Haar stared at the Gohanna's eyes again, now visibly horrified and further enraged, the yellow taint of corruption from a side of the Force all too familiar to him. Her skull shivered beneath the weight of the metal boot, while blood poured from her red lips, smoke faded from cut limbs, and pain racked nerves in a broken body.

The Master observed with sadness, and deception. Weakness.

Haar gaze wandered from her to him. Apprentice and Teacher were both in opposite ends, one had been long avoiding the abyss, and the other was about to fall in it. Him? He was at the bottom of it, he was the master of the abyss. He was the abyss.

He softly spoke.

"Do you still believe in demons and spirits, Master Khross? Those fantasy tales you used to love reading in the Taris Conclave? You believed those explained several behavior conflicts in the Force. The unfitting ends of a shaping mold that could not find the right place to be, that were beyond the explanations of scholars and Jedi that studied the Force for centuries before any of us were conceived. You said that you could explain why the Sith were evil, that they worked with spirits of vengeance and wrath. Deceit and betrayal. Spirits that were demons, who unbalanced the balance in this grim galaxy. You loved those tales."

The Master mind jogged to memory, he did in fact remember all those tales. How gifted children soon to be taken to Tython were delighted by those, and how he left them all in awe and admiration for his knowledge and storytelling skills. His eyes begun to shatter like crystal. Was he...there?

A grunt from the Gohanna stopped his reasoning, she was on a losing effort against the pain and death. He had to act, soon, gather strength. Raise. Fight. But first, he needed to know.

The Sith just stopped a minute before continuing.

"I took those tales with a pint of resentment and disappointment. I was not going to master the full extent of the Force? Even with such a gift, being sensitive, I was still limited to bounds and laws of a invisible power? Even those above the common and normal were still being held in larger prison cells? Why? Why did we have to be prisoners of our own existence? Why did we have to bound in collars and chains as we were supposed to make reality shift to our whims? I held this questions for long, but then, the Empire came, and I couldn't begun to answer it."

A captured child. Him. The emerald-colored eyes and the white as snow hair. It couldn't be who was standing in front of him, now a monster through and through, could be?. A savage and ruthless warrior with a merciless reputation for bloodshed and voracious hunger for battle.

Fear can change even the strongest of us?..

"Now, in the echoes of my life, I have realized that we are forever bound, that the Sith Code is also a lying format. We cannot free ourselves of destiny and it's hands. They web threads and threads made of our lives and decision and make us a spider web of interactions and consumption. We have become what we were meant to become, we embody what those spirits couldn't in their abstract world, Master. I have learn that I cannot change my way, no matter how much I push. I hurt people, I kill people, I make others feel my eternal pain by enforcing it upon them. I make them feel how I feel. Is it that bad that I just make them be emphatic of myself?"

"Perhaps it's bad...perhaps is wrong. That would make my existence a whole wrong that must be righted. A mistake in the web, a hole. But, then, if that's what I am, then that is my destiny, to make them all holes in the web of life. To make them see that to live is to be evil, because we always cause suffering and pain to others, intentional or not. I make them see, I make them be emphatic, I make them suffer vengeance from denying this. I take what you give, and I give what you take. I've become Vengeance. I've become Haar, the embodiment of Vengeance. I am Sith because it was meant to be, and that makes me, in return, I'll hurt you all. I'll give you what you've been negating others by excusing yourself with mercy and justice. "

"That's not justice, that's not mercy, that's foolishness, that's evilness, to deny others the right to feel how you do, is to be selfish and arrogant, to be blind towards the constant shown that peace is a broken concept. We constantly take while we are alive, selfish love and appreciations, fake respect and friendships. I'll give you something better. So, tell the Jedi to come, tell them to take vengeance upon my doings. I'll give you death back. I'll free you all from this wretched destiny and vilified galaxy. I'll show you the true justice of the grave."

The dark and red saber pierced through the padawan's remaining life lights, and shut down her struggles. He eyed the Master, and turned away, walking towards the dark night ahead. There were further kills to reap, further pain to sow. And he would do his work as Vengeance, as Darth Haar.

Cantina / Re: Challenge accepted, BioWare.
« on: 05/14/17, 04:00:35 PM »
I may have made mistakes posting it  :nuu: I'll be reposting it once I get back from work

Cantina / Re: Challenge accepted, BioWare.
« on: 05/13/17, 11:32:13 PM »
Alderaan Republic cantina...

As an Imperial character, with 8+ people.  :darkside:

Storyboards / Re: Resurgence
« on: 05/08/17, 10:04:17 PM »
Observation room, The Eye of Mortis
Holding Orbit, Unknown part of Republic space

The gentle sound of the engine humming was merely interrupted by the constant buzzing of the dark-and-red lightsaber. The blade cut cleanly half the sparring droids before it became calm again. A blur, and another round of the metallic spheres meet their hurried expiration date in the floor.

Haar hand sweep the sweat out of his forehead, as he moved behind to grab a tower. Not even the distant explosion of a Republic convoy disturbed his silent training. No sound, just his lightsaber and himself.

His thoughts were quickly interrupted when a officer appeared from the door. The scar-filled face of the long time veteran and friend graced a smile as he approached Haar.

"I assumed I would find you here, My lord." The officer said as he passed him by to stare at the explosions. The hulls of several cruisers and cargo ships were torn apart as they floated pitifully into the space. "Moff Heermann announces victory in Iokath, the corridor has been pierced and the first troops are in the ground. Your orders?"

"He did it then." Ryshias smirked, half being pleased by the success of the operation, other half being excited by Heermann's also. He moved his eyes towards the officer, nodding. "We're going then. Prepare the fleet to jump to Dromund Kaas for some R&R before we go into the front again, Captain Dracker."

"At your orders, Lord Haar." The officer saluted, and moved in swift rhythm towards the exit. Ryshias was alone again, then stared to the debris of the attack.

"Well then...let's see what Iokath is all about." He gave a smile, as his green eyes turned to the corrupted red. Haar turned away, and prepared to dress up for war.

Outside Realm / Re: Good luck, Elly!
« on: 05/08/17, 08:18:50 PM »
If anything happen, remember, there's always the Force   :grin:

Events and Occasions / Re: Sith Ballroom Politics Night
« on: 05/07/17, 04:12:32 PM »
It sounds intriguing, depending on the day is made I may make myself an appearance.

Cantina / Re: Theme songs for your toons
« on: 05/05/17, 04:48:38 PM »
I would have gone an updated most of my toons, but I felt only Haar needed right now an update in his songs. He's been through a lot and he has evolved finally in the character he is now after a few months of great writting with the lovely @Aolani , So, I feel like doing this now!

Darth Haar/Ryshias Valeus - The Betrayer
Vocal: Judas - Fozzy

It's been a long time since I've found a spot on, perfectly fitting song that makes me go "Wow, this is totally Ryshias right now", but then Judas dropped by and I was instantly hooked. The fact that Chris Jericho sings it (Listen it in maaaaaaaan) is a mere detail when filled with the great guitars riffs, the awesome lyrics, and the powerful emotion he brings it. Perfect, just perfect for Haar, and instant 10/10

Instrumental: Dark Souls 3 OST - Soul of Cinder

Okay, this is a bit of an more personal trip and factly focusing for me, the man behind the character, than the Rysh character itself, but it goes for Rysh for a single fact: This theme is about one fighting oneself, Dark Souls 3 majestically made their last boss not be a horrible and disturbing-at-sigh (And disturbing in mechanics) boss, but is merely a reflection of yourself, two games earlier. The Soul of Cinder is your character from Dark Souls 1, is Gwyn, is you, and that's how Rysh reflects into every fight he's in. He doesn't fight Jedi Knights or Zakuul androids, He fights himself. Every fight he's in is a battle against his own limits and strategies, his mind has become so damaged that he's trying to avoid losing control and going all crazy. He is in war constantly and he knows his last opponent, will be again, ever and forever more, himself.

Storyboards / Re: The Rumor Mill
« on: 04/27/17, 10:18:29 PM »
Several days after a explosion in one of the refugee ships, a lone helmet was found on the affected ship not belonging to anyone in the crew or the passenger ships. The helmet in question was an old Mandalorian model with several scratches and signs of battle on it. It's inner HUD system were reset to factory defaults, and no memory cores were found inside. Some soldiers recognize it similarities to Darth Haar's helmet before the war, drawing suspicious to him being the man behind the attacks.

The helmet in question was found in the captain's office, besides three neck-hanging bodies, being the demises not related to an explosion of any kind. With blood, the words "I AM DEATH" were written on their chest.

All three bodies were later identified as SIS Agents who used to be undercover deep into the Empire.

Storyboards / Re: News Channel Feeds
« on: 04/27/17, 10:04:23 PM »
People's of the Republic Network
Bringing news to every corner of the Republic

Massive explosion in Republic supply and refugee convoys, thousands reported dead or missing. No culprits found, neither clues on whomever may have done this terrorist attack. Several ships contained VIP's who were leaving the former Zakuul occupation zones.

GALACTIC CITY, Coruscant.- Several ships, carrying supplies to and from the former Eternal Empire zones of occupation, mainly secured by the infamous Star Fortresses and tributary keypoints, have been exploding at random intervals during last week, killing hundreds of honorable service men, military personnel and refugees from across several planets.

The latest victim is the known Coruscant-born investor Jhennum Hkrak, a Neutolian famous for his loyal service to the Republic's rebuilt program, who also worked alongside the galactic conglomerate Outer Rim Companies, the former ORTC, in a program to help fund the massive expenses the war with the former Eternal Empire made, and rebuilt most of the planets that were destroyed.

The loss of Mr. Hkrak will put a halt to several relocation operations the joint alliance would have made by the end of the month, and have also placed a stranglehold in the amount of money at their disposal. The family has kept silent around the incident.

No clues or indicatives or whom may have been the culprit behind the attacks would be, nor the motives. Republic High Command has been unable to reach as of the writing of this article.

Rysh may go appear today. He's mainly a heavy hitter, fast paced fighter. Heavy melee combat with both Force power and saber strikes.

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