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I have... maybe Saturday/Sunday afternoons free? Depends on what's happening IRL. Other than that, I can be on during the week Tues-Thurs... but that's only at late night hours.

I don't see Bioware doing anything like this unless they're planning on ending future updates. What would even be the point of playing after the Sith Empire's story ends, other than to play it repeatedly on alts? Where is the story even going, what with the split universes we now have?

I've made it pretty public how much I hate the FE/ET storylines, and it's mostly because of the whole "the Emperor went silent to go play house in another empire" crap, which was massively inconsistent with the Emperor we faced in SoR. They should have just made KoTOR 3 if they were going to make a single-player campaign that exists completely outside of the rest of the game.

Maybe the Zildrog cultists will blow everyone up. That's how it should really end; everyone dies.

Holocrons and Info Nodes / Trials of the Apprentice, Part III
« on: 01/01/18, 08:41:46 PM »
The freighter had been set to self-destruct, alarm klaxons and emergency lights flashed warnings all over the ship.

"Warning. Emergency. You now have one minute to reach minimum safe distance."

What few crew members remained went straight to the escape pods. The ship exploded after Darth Malephice and his apprentice boarded his Fury and escaped. The explosion also took out the Jedi ship with it, leaving nothing but a debris field and questions.

Malephice led Mordatia to the cargo bay where he kept a compact version of a Sith lightsaber forge. She brought her unfinished lightsaber along with the Jedi Padawan's she had taken and placed them both on the forge.

"Good job, apprentice, but now comes the hard part," Malephice said. "First, you must extract the crystal from the Jedi's lightsaber without damaging it. I would suggest using the tools from the forge rather than force, but it's your prerogative."

"What happens if the crystal's damaged?" she asked.

"It explodes and we all die," he stated flatly.

She wasn't sure if that was an exaggeration or not, but decided to play it safe and use the forge's tools to disassemble the lightsaber. It only took her a few minutes of studying its design to figure out how to take it apart. She even found a few pieces, such as the power cell, that she thought of adding onto her own saber. Once the green crystal was exposed, she used a pair of forceps to remove it from its housing.

"Good. Now place the crystal in your hand and concentrate," Malephice said. She did as he instructed. "Focus on the Dark Side of the Force. Channel it through you. All of your emotions - hate, fear, sorrow, passion, love - pour them into the crystal with all your strength. It will resist you. Fight it. Force it to bend to your will and change. Like this."

Malephice took a different lightsaber from his belt. She didn't recognize it but assumed he must have taken it from the Jedi he had slain. Unlike the instruction he had just given her, he used the Force to levitate the hilt over his palm and take it apart, letting the pieces fall to the floor until only a blue crystal remained. His eyes glowed as he channeled the Dark Side, waves of dark energy radiating from his hand and surrounding the crystal. It pulsed with a light but it grew dimmer as darkness enveloped it. Its color darkened, almost completely black, but then faded as a new crimson color took its place, filling it up from the inside like blood dropping into water. The crystal was red now, pulsing with a malevolent energy that both excited and terrified Mordatia. Malephice closed his hand around the crystal.

"Now, you try," he said.

She nodded and began repeating the actions her master had just shown her. The green crystal floated over her palm as she closed her eyes and began concentrating upon it, channeling the Dark Side. She could feel the crystal in her thoughts, its purity and light. She bombarded it with her thoughts. Fear, hate, passion; she filled the crystal with these feelings, bending the Force to her will and smothering the light to submission. She could see the light side and the dark side battling and poured more strength into her attacks, until finally the darkness consumed the light and she felt a new sense of energy from the crystal. Opening her eyes, she looked upon the red crystal in her hand. She held onto it, panting for breath. The effort exhausted her more than she expected.

Malephice nodded approvingly. "The first time is always rough," he said with a grin. "But the hard part is over. All that remains is for you to place the crystal into the housing in your lightsaber, turn it on, and hope it doesn't explode."

"You're kidding, right?" she asked incredulously.

Malephice shrugged. "Maybe. Only one way to find out."

Mordatia opened up her lightsaber and attached the power cell to the end of the pommel and soldered some wires to connect it to the emitter. Using the forceps, she placed the red crystal into the housing and put the lightsaber back together. Malephice took a step back. She took in a huge, nervous breath as she held her lightsaber in front of her. She pressed her thumb over the activation switch.

TSHEEW! It activated successfully with a solid red blade and a steady hum. Mordatia sighed in relief. "I did it!"

"Good, apprentice. Very good," Malephice complimented. "You have exceeded my expectations. Take some time to become accustomed to your new lightsaber. Try not to cut your own limbs off swinging that around."

Mordatia deactivated her lightsaber and turned to face Malephice, bowing her head. "Thank you, master."

She left to her quarters to begin practicing. After she had gone, Malephice took out the Jedi Knight's other lightsaber and repeated the process he had shown his apprentice with the first one. He placed the crystals into a box in a secret compartment in the lightsaber forge with three other red crystals, nestled into slots on a foam pad. There were five more slots that remained empty.

"Soon," he said as he closed the compartment.

Holocrons and Info Nodes / Trials of the Apprentice, Part II
« on: 12/31/17, 07:28:52 PM »
4 months ago

A cloaked Fury-class interceptor prowled around the Alderaan system. Piloting this ship was a HK-51 assassin droid. Darth Malephice was in the cargo hold, standing over a cryogenic pod that held a body in stasis. In his hand, he held before him a lightsaber with a bladed hilt and basked in the crimson glow of its blade. He swung the lightsaber, testing its weight. Perfect balance. He looked down at the cryo pod. His reflection stared back at him - the face of the acolyte he brought with him when they left Taerh. He looked at the face behind the reflection, sleeping peacefully inside the pod - the face of a Sith Pureblood. His face.

"Soon," he said and deactivated his lightsaber.

Mordatia sat on the floor in her quarters, surrounded by an assortment of junk and scrap metal, pieces to things that she felt she needed to collect along with a few extra things Malephice told her to find. Maybe they had a look or shape that appealed to her, but she was never really sure why or what use she'd have for any of them until Malephice began training her. He stood in the doorway to her quarters, watching her.

"The construction of your first lightsaber is a ceremony that marks the completion of your initiate training. You are not a proper Sith without a lightsaber. The Force is a weapon and I have shown you how to wield it. Focus on the pieces you have gathered around you. Feel them through the Force, how they fit together, and through the Force, construct a weapon worthy of its power."

"Yes, master." Mordatia closed her eyes and visualized the ring of scrap around her in her mind. She had been studying lightsaber designs since they left her homeworld, so she had a rough idea of how they were constructed. She memorized all of the pieces she had, but it was not enough to know what they looked like. She couldn't figure out how they would fit together, if they could at all. Malephice sensed her straining.

"Feel them through the Force," he repeated.

Mordatia concentrated, trying to follow her master's instruction. She expanded her senses to feel the Force around her, through the pieces surrounding her, prodding them with her thoughts. She picked the pieces where the Force felt faintly stronger, lifting them into the air. Her eyes remained closed, but she could see them in her thoughts. She knew this game. Wastelanders regularly made new things out of old junk. It was like an art form. As the pieces turned and rotated in the air around her, they began to gravitate toward one another, until all of the pieces floated in the air before her. One by one, they began to assemble themselves, uniting together in the shape of a cylindrical hilt with a slanted opening and a bolt on each side, a button switch near the middle, and a grooved pommel with a rounded end.

Mordatia opened her eyes and looked upon the lightsaber hilt floating in front of her. She caught it in her hand when it dropped and she grasped it, feeling its weight and solidness.

"It's lighter than I expected," she commented.

"It won't be complete until you've inserted a crystal into it, and for that, we must go hunting," Malephice said. "HK, have you found us a target yet?"

"Answer: Master, I have indeed," HK-51 replied over the intercom. "There is a distress call coming from a freighter in a nearby system. A Jedi has responded and is in route. Query: Orders, master?"

"Lay in an intercept course," Malephice replied. "Engage."

"I thought you could only find crystals on certain planets," Mordatia stated.

"Yes, but they are not the only sources for lightsaber crystals. While most Sith take the more convenient method of harvesting red crystals, they are often impure. Jedi lightsaber crystals, on the other hand, are not. I will show you a more effective way that I discovered long ago," Malephice said.

Their ship came out of hyperspace at the coordinates of the distress call. A Defender-class light corvette was chasing off a ship that had presumably attacked the freighter, which was listing in space. Pirates, probably. After the ship jumped out, the Defender returned and docked with the damaged freighter.

"Life signs on the Jedi ship?" Malephice asked his assassin droid.

"Answer: Sensors detect two meatbags on the Jedi ship," HK-51 replied.

"Take us in and dock with the freighter," Malephice said. "As soon as we're off, cloak the ship and get some distance, stand by for my call."

Malephice and Mordatia went to the airlock to prepare. He wore a hooded cloak over Sith armor. She wore a red hooded cloak over dark leather and metal armor. He handed her a vibrosword to replace the rusty blade she normally used, which wouldn't last long in a fight against a lightsaber at all.

"Assuming that Jedi still operate the same way they did five years ago, there will be a master and an apprentice. Leave the master to me. You take out the apprentice. That vibrosword should help you, but don't rely on it too much," Malephice explained.

"Yes, master," she replied.

When they boarded the ship, they found another shuttle in the docking bay along with the Jedi's. Judging by the paint and markings, they were definitely pirates. The bodies of several crew members along with a couple pirates were also in the hangar. They followed a trail of dead pirates with fresh lightsaber wounds still searing their flesh deeper into the ship, where the sounds of action were growing louder.

"Wait here. I'll draw out the Jedi's apprentice to you," Malephice said.

Mordatia nodded and went down a side corridor to wait while Malephice continued onward.

* * *

The togruta Jedi Knight, Asena Lasho, felt a disturbance in the Force, but she was too preoccupied with deflecting blasters with her twin blue lightsabers to search those feelings. Her human Padawan felt it as well, but his resolve wasn't as strong as his master's and they distracted him long enough for one of the blaster shots to get past his defense and hit another of the freighter's crew in the head, killing him instantly.

"Focus, Padawan!" Asena reprimanded him. "We have to retake the bridge before more lives are lost."

"Sorry, master," he said, steeling himself once more. "I felt something just now."

"Yes, so did I, but we'll have to deal with that later," she said.

Three pirates had fortified a makeshift barrier in the corridor leading to the bridge and had them, along with several crew members, pinned down. The Jedi were the only cover the crew had, firing back at the pirates from behind them, but they were slowly making progress forward.

"Cover me!" Asena said before charging forward. She ran along one side of the corridor while the crew laid down covering fire along the other side, pinning the pirates down behind their barrier. By the time they came back up to return fire, she had sprinted forward and leaped onto the wall, running a few steps past another bulkhead doorway before vaulting herself over the pirates, landing behind them and cutting them down with a sweep of her lightsabers. The crew cheered. The bridge was theirs again!

Suddenly, the bulkhead door between them closed, cutting the Jedi Knight off from the crew. Asena felt a dark presence in the Force approaching her and took a defensive stance. She heard the sound of a lightsaber activating behind her. She spun around just quick enough to block of bolt of lightning with her lightsabers, but the impact staggered her back a step. A dark hooded figure wielding a red lightsaber stood in the hallway before her, blocking her way to the bridge.

"I never expected a Sith to be leading a gang of pirates, but I'm also not surprised," Asena said.

"I'm no pirate," Malephice growled from under his hood. "I'm something much worse."

"Padawan, get the crew to safety," she said over her commlink. "There's a Sith on board!"

"Master, we can't get the door open," her Padawan replied.

"Don't worry about me," she replied. "I can handle this. Make sure there aren't anymore pirates aboard."

"Yes, master. Let's go, you guys."

Malephice laughed. "You think you can handle me? Prove it."
* * *

Mordatia got tired of waiting after several minutes had passed by and decided to follow her master. She found a Jedi and some surviving crew members trying to open a bulkhead door that had closed in a corridor leading to the bridge. Some of the crew turned around and saw her and immediately began shooting at her. "Another pirate!"

"I'm no pirate," she said as she moved swiftly to dodge the shots, going from side to side, rolling, somersaulting, flipping off the wall, moving forward until she had gotten close enough to use her vibrosword to cut down the crew members.

The Padawan had his green lightsaber out and his back to the door, watching in horror as the people he had just helped save were murdered by this red-cloaked woman. "What are you?"

"I'm something worse," she said with a crooked grin and swung her vibroblade at him.

He ducked and rolled under the swing, getting back to his feet as he moved behind her, but before he could strike at her with his lightsaber, she had turned around and pushed him away from her with the Force, sending him sliding down the corridor on his back. It caught him totally off guard.

"You can use the Force? Are you another Sith? Where's your lightsaber?" he asked as he got back to his feet.

Mordatia responded with a volley of shots from one of the blasters she picked up from the ground, firing at him as she walked toward him. He deflected them with his lightsaber and then swatted away the blaster when she threw it at him, slicing it in half. He closed in to attack, swinging down with an overhead chop. Mordatia raised her blade and parried it and then thrust the curved tip at his chest, but he stepped back and parried her strike as well. She pushed the momentum, thrusting repeatedly and quickly in rapid succession, driving him back. She left him no room to counter. Realizing his predicament, he leaped back and turned around to run and put more distance between them.

"Running away already? You disappoint me, Jedi. You don't deserve that lightsaber," Mordatia taunted.

Sparks flew as she began slicing the walls and floor tiles around her. She picked up the pieces with the Force and began hurling them at the Padawan's back. He turned around and swatted them away, his lightsaber slashing through the debris and sending pieces flying all around him. He didn't see her hurl her vibroblade at him like a javelin. It lanced him through his right shoulder and knocked him back, dropping his lightsaber. It deactivated as it hit the ground. He cried out in pain and grabbed the pommel of the vibroblade, pulling it out and sending more wave sof pain through his body. Blood gushed from the deep wound in his shoulder and his right arm hung limp. He reached down to grab his lightsaber with his left hand, but it flew away from him.

Mordatia caught the lightsaber in her hand and activated it, casting a green glow on her grinning face. She gave it a couple of practice swings, twirling it around in her hand, and then stalked toward the wounded Padawan. He picked up the vibrosword and prepared to defend himself. Mordatia thrust out her hand and Force Lightning shot out of her fingertips. Vibroswords couldn't catch lightning like lightsabers did. He was defenseless against the attack. Screaming in pain, his body convulsed as electricity burned and coursed through him. He couldn't even let go of the vibrosword because of the muscle spasms in his hand and arm, not until she ceased her attack. He dropped to his knees, vibrosword clattering on the floor next to him. This was it, he thought.

His doom seemed premature when he suddenly saw the bulkhead door opening. He looked down the corridor, hopeful. Mordatia glanced over her shoulder, grinning.

"Master?" he whispered.

A black cloaked figure stood on the other side of the door. At his feet lay the withered body of Jedi Knight Asena Lasho.

"Stop playing with your food, apprentice," Darth Malephice said.

"Yes, my master," she replied and turned toward the Padawan again, his face one of pure horror and fear as she struck him down with his own lightsaber.

Events and Occasions / Re: Jedi Night Weekly Event Thread
« on: 12/29/17, 05:48:42 PM »
I hope you have a good time, Darsh! I will not be there tonight, but I'm sure there will be others to greet you. :)

EDIT: Good heavens. Apparently I've lost all sense of time, as that was yesterday! Hope you had fun either way.
It was horrible. I felt so impure. So... much... light.


Events and Occasions / Re: Jedi Night Weekly Event Thread
« on: 12/28/17, 09:04:04 PM »
I think I might actually show up tonight.

Once I've renamed/remodeled by Jedi character. 'cuz idk what to do with Savlen and I forgot what plots I had in mind for him.


Holocrons and Info Nodes / Trials of the Apprentice, Part I
« on: 12/27/17, 10:13:05 PM »
Malephice sat in meditation in his new chambers. It was the master bedroom, the same room where Nole Malos and his apprentice slept, but since he barely did any of that himself, he had the bed and everything else thrown out and the room's aesthetic changed to suit his tastes more - lots of red and black, trophies and Sith artifacts, a couch. He was pleased with how smoothly things had gone so far, but he knew it wouldn't last. He needed to be prepared for the inevitable proverbial "other shoe" to fall. It always does. What or when it would be was what he wished he knew.

A Sith Pureblood in a black, flowing cape stepped out of the shadows in a corner of Malephice's chamber. A pair of curved lightsabers hung from his belt. Demolus stood before Malephice, pacing slowly and gazing at the room's decorations, appreciating its aesthetic.

"You haven't told her yet, have you?" Demolus asked.

"She'll find out when the time is right," Malephice replied.

"It would be easier to just convert her," Demolus said.

"She is strong with the Force and only growing stronger. No, we will save the conversion for those who aren't strong enough, or for those who try to betray us. Speaking of which..." Malephice opened his eyes to gaze up at Demolus.

"Ah, yes," Demolus replied with a grin, looking at his own hands and flexing them open and closed. "Demolus' sense for survival was all that got him through the last few years. Pity there wasn't potential for more, but we've fixed that now."

"What have you learned from our wayward apprentice?" Malephice asked.

"More hiding from skytroopers than fighting them," Demolus said with disgust. "When Dromund Kaas fell, he stuck to the jungles, using his probes to spy on the Eternal Empire's activities on the planet, staying out of their way until word of the Outlander began to spread. He took the first opportunity he could find to leave the system and join the alliance on Odessen, but he never actually met the commander. He's been training alongside other Sith recruits, as well as Jedi, as ridiculous as that sounds. He was going to join the campaign on Iokath, something about a superweapon, but their Voss Mystic sent him to Dromund Kaas instead. Apparently, she had a vision of us and perhaps sought to use him to recruit us. Not that we'd ever join them."

"Voss and their visions," Malephice scoffed. "More likely, she sent him to assassinate us."

"Whatever the case, he failed either way," Demolus said, chuckling.

"This could present an opportunity though," Malephice said musingly, rubbing his chin.

"Not with a Mystic in their ranks," Demolus countered, knowing the Sith Lord's thoughts.

"Ah, but a Mystic's job is not to interpret," Malephice replied with a smirk, quoting the Voss' tradition. "Who knows, maybe this was meant to be."

Now it was Demolus' turn to scoff. "Voss and their visions. Very well, but I may need to borrow some supplies lest our cover is blown."

Malephice nodded and waved him off. "Take what you need and learn what you can."

"And avoid the Mystic as much as possible, yes," Demolus finished.

Malephice rose to his feet. They sensed another presence in his chamber. She is indeed becoming stronger. "It's not polite to eavesdrop, apprentice."

Simultaneously, they both turned in the same direction and raised their right hand. Mordatia was pulled out of the shadows on the opposite side of the room where Demolus had appeared and dragged across the floor to stand before them. She was wearing a black hooded cloak and her patchwork metal-plates-and-leather armor, her hands clawing at her throat as she gasped for breath. When they released her, she dropped to her knees.

She bowed her head reverently. "Apologies, master. I was coming to speak with you when Lord Demolus also appeared. I didn't want to interrupt."

She's been here the whole time? How did we not sense her sooner? Malephice thought. "Well, go on then. What did you wish to speak with me about?"

"I think I know the answer to the question I was going to ask you now. Why my people seem so... different," she said, daring a glance up at Demolus.

"Different how?" Malephice asked.

"You... changed them, somehow. When I sense them, I sense you... because they are you. And so is he."

Demolus looked at Malephice. "Well, she knows."

Malephice looked at Demolus. "She always was a quick study."

"What should we do with her now?" Demolus asked as he moved to stand behind her. His lightsabers were in his hands but remained inactive.

Malephice looked down at Mordatia. "What do you think we should do with you, my apprentice?"

"Share your power with me, master, I beg you. I wish to join with you as intimately as they have," she pleaded.

"Intimately?" Demolus raised a brow. "Just what have you two been doing since you left Taerh?"

Malephice ignored the question. "Even if I wanted to, I couldn't do it here. Besides, you're strong enough on your own and I have other uses for you that do not require such a... close bond. Shut up, you," he said when Demolus snickered.

"What would you have me do, master?" she asked humbly.

"Our new arrivals require proper weapons. As crude and effective as their blades are, this isn't the wasteland and they're practically junk here," Malephice said.

"Literally junk," Demolus added.

"Take them hunting," Malephice continued. "We're going to need some crystals for all the lightsabers we'll be making. You remember how you got your's, right?"

Mordatia smiled at the memory of her first Jedi kill. It seemed like only yesterday.

Cantina / Re: What to Do With Schrodinger's Galaxy...
« on: 12/24/17, 08:33:00 AM »
Whoops, meant to add this to my post above.

Just watched Episode 1: The Phantom Menace with the Younglings tonight, after we all went to see The Last Jedi last weekend.

  • While on Tatooine, Watto calls Qui-Gon Jinn an Outlander.

Just some random trivia for you semi-related to our pretendy-fun time games.
Is that how they came up with that? I've always hated that name. It just sounds... stupid. I hated it even more when NPCs that actually know your name call you it. I mean, I know it was laziness on EA's part so they could just make a blanket story without needing to spend more money on extra recording time, but kdlfjhsdafgasdg :rage: :rage: :rage: :rage: :rage: :rage: :rage: :rage:

Outside Realm / Re: A return (sort of) and an overdue apology
« on: 12/20/17, 05:51:09 PM »
Welcome back.

Check out this holocron I made.


Outside Realm / Re: the last jedi [spoiler city]
« on: 12/20/17, 02:33:39 PM »
I was wrong. About everything. After interpreting the entire movie as a whole, I know now...

This is one of the greatest Star Wars film.

Also, this:

Edit: Except the space physics parts. Seriously... come on, already.

Holocrons and Info Nodes / Re: Tales From the Dark Side
« on: 12/20/17, 03:36:22 AM »
Nar Shaddaa

Nole Malos and Moria Gann stood outside of their home waiting for the arrival of the taxi. It had been two weeks since they consummated their relationship and he had since let her move in with him, given her a spare key to his sky palace, and given her joint access to his bank account. He was wrapped around her finger so tightly, he was oblivious to how dangerously fast things were moving between them, nor how foolishly generous he was being.

"I can't believe I'm going to meet your father," Nole said nervously. "I hope he likes me."

"Don't worry, my love," Mordatia replied, "He's been eager to meet you since I told him about you."

"Ah, that must be him now," Nole said as a speeder pulled up to the landing pad. "How do I look?"

"Good enough to eat, my dear," she said with a grin.

They approached the pad as the taxi's passenger stepped out, pulling away after the door was shut. He wore a long black coat with silver accents, a black and grey vest underneath it, black pants and knee-high boots, and black long gloves over his hands. A wide-brim black hat sat snugly on his head, shading his dark eyes and pale skin. This was probably the fanciest outfit Mordatia's ever seen Darth Malephice wear, and she admired how handsome it made him appear.

"Mister Gann, it is so great to finally meet you," Nole greeted warmly and extended his arm for a handshake.

Malephice took his hand with a firm grasp. "Yes, I have heard to much about you, Nole," he replied.

"Master," Mordatia greeted, bowing her head. "Everything has been prepared for your arrival."

Nole looked at his beloved, suddenly confused. "Master? I thought you said he was your father."

"Who I am is irrelevant," Malephice said. "In a few moments, none of this will matter for you anymore."

"What are you talking about? Honey?" he asked, looking from Malephice to Mordatia.

"Would you like to do the honors or shall I?" Malephice asked Mordatia.

"I'm the one who's had to suffer him for the last two weeks, master. I think I should be the one to do it," she answered, glaring at Nole.

Malephice reached into his coat and pulled her lightsaber out, tossing it to her.

"You're Jedi?!" Nole asked incredulously.

Mordatia stood in front of Nole and placed her hand on his cheek, caressing it. "No, my dear," she said coldheartedly as she pressed the hilt of her lightsaber to his abdomen with her other hand and activated it, impaling him upon the crimson blade. "We are Sith."

Nole gasped, his eyes welling up with tears and pain. "But... I..." he gasped as he reached up to touch her face. She pulled away, scowling with hatred, and ripped her lightsaber out through his side. She curled her hand and lifted him off his feet with the Force.

"You will never touch me ever again!" she yelled in anger before throwing him over the side.

Malephice cackled. "Good, good. Your hatred makes you strong."

Mordatia turned to face her master, pointing her lightsaber at him. "If you ever make me do something like that again, I will kill you!"

"Now you're sounding like a true Sith apprentice," Malephice replied cooly as he took off his hat. He glared at her with his red eyes. "But do not forget your place."

His lightsaber flashed out of his coat, knocking her's aside, and now his pointed at her. She stepped back and deactivated her lightsaber, bowing her head. She knew her threat was an empty one, but she was caught up in the moment.

"Yes... my master."

Malephice put his lightsaber away and put his hat back on. "Well then, now that that's settled, how about you give me a tour of the place. We've got some redecorating to do."

After getting a tour of their new home, Malephice received a call. Demolus was on the other end of the link, but he recognized the Sith Pureblood's changed nature.

"I take it everything has gone according to plan?" Malephice asked.

"Indeed," Demolus replied, grinning. "We are on our way to Nar Shaddaa with twenty of our finest acolytes, all initiated, of course."

"What about my holocron?" Malephice inquired.

"Still in the temple," Demolus answered. "It's proven quite useful since you departed and we may need to bring more of them here in the future, so I left it. How are things on your end?"

"We've just acquired a more suitable residence," Malephice replied. "Ready to receive you upon arrival. I'll send you the coordinates."

"Coordinates received. We'll see you soon," Demolus said.

"Indeed," Malephice grinned.

The first crates began arriving as the shuttle touched down on the larger landing pad attached to the sky palace. They all gathered inside and began tossing out all of Nole's possessions, making room for the supplies and furniture that Malephice had requisitioned. Mordatia had been unaware that more of her kin were joining them but she was thankful for the company. She recognized her former tribemates but she also sensed something different about them. She sensed the same feeling she sensed from her master in all of them, and it confused her. She made a mental note to ask him about it when the sky palace's "renovations" were finished.

Holocrons and Info Nodes / Re: Tales From the Dark Side
« on: 12/17/17, 01:03:46 PM »
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The wasteland warrior's technique was as crude as the lightsaber he wielded. Demolus shuffled back on his feet, dodging and parrying attacks with ease. He could have quickly ended it at the first opening he saw, but he was more curious to know what these people have learned. He was testing the man's martial prowess and was unimpressed so far, seeming more like a street brawler than a Sith. He lacked discipline. It was time to end this.

The warrior telegraphed a wide overhand swing that Demolus easily moved back from, and then he lunged forward and unleashed a quick flurry of attacks with his twin lightsabers. To his surprise, the warrior's stance suddenly shifted and he went on the defensive, moving his flaring lightsaber to block and parry Demolus' strikes as swiftly as he could deliver them. He's been toying with me, the Sith mused in his thoughts, which only made him angry. He did not like being mocked.

Demolus continued his momentum, his lightsabers working in harmony, left and right, thrust, slash, twirl, cut, too fast for the warrior to counterattack. He recognized this as well and went on full defense, swinging his lightsaber to block or parry, leaning away or taking a few steps back to keep the twin blades from slicing him up. Their duel continued for a little longer than Demolus has expected. Focusing his annoyance into anger, he thrust out with the Force and knocked the warrior away, sending him flying back several feet. As he got back on his feet, the other scavengers that came with him began to move, but he raised a hand to stop them.

"Enough!" he said and deactivated his lightsaber. "Apologies, my lord, I needed to find out if you were who you say you are. The best way to know was to fight you. You are strong in the Force. If you are truly a messenger from the Red God, we will come with you to join with him again."

The Red God? Demolus shouldn't have been surprised that his master would allow such primitive looking people to revere him as a deity, but he was. "Yes... I am his messenger," he replied. "I am Lord Demolus, apprentice to Darth Malephice. As I said, he sent me here to retrieve you and... your people." He glanced at the gathered warriors, six in all, and wondered how many the shuttle could actually fit if there were more of them.

"I am Harald, leader of the Tribe of the Red Hand. Darth Malephice taught us the ways of the Force and we have used it to take control of this region after he left with two of our own," the warrior stated.

Demolus wondered who the two were. He didn't recall ever seeing anyone resembling these people in Malephice's company. He honestly didn't care who they were. He just wanted to get this mission done with so he could get off this ruined planet.

"How many are in your... tribe?" Demolus asked. "Seating space on the shuttle is limited. It can fit twenty, at most."

"Then twenty we shall take. The rest can remain here and guard the temple. We will need some time to gather our things. Would you like to see the temple, my lord?" Herald asked.

Demolus sighed. "Very well, lead the way."

The Sith Temple was built over the ruins of the original temple that had stood there before the city was destroyed by the catastrophe that ended this world. Any materials they could scavenge from the surrounding area to build with were used - metal, wood, vehicles, cargo containers, sturdy junk in general - welded or tied together or wedged in so tight it couldn't move. Demolus found himself actually impressed. He felt the energy from the dark side nexus as he entered their temple. It was easy to see why they chose this place. The interior was sparsely furnished, a few benches, more junk piles in the corner, but it was the pyramidal object sitting on an altar on a raised dais that caught his attention most of all - a Sith holocron.

"Where did you get that?" Demolus asked, pointing at the holocron.

"The Red God left it for us to continue our training," Herald answered.

"The Red God," Demolus scoffed under his breath.

Demolus activated the holocron, but he wasn't met with the ghostly, bearded image of Darth Magius, like he expected. What greeted him wore Magius' armored robes and carried his lightsaber, but he had the face of an Ancient Sith. Was this Magius'/Malephice's true form or simply a tweaked holographic projection? Demolus couldn't know for sure.

"I am Darshendros the Eternal, a Dark Lord of the Sith. If you have survived accessing my holocron, you have taken your first step in learning how to become a powerful Sith Lord, just like me, what it means to be Sith, and the nature of the Dark Side of the Force. Simply respond with which lesson you wish to go over first as I list them off. If you wish to skip to advanced lessons, say, 'Advanced.' If you simply wanted to just gaze upon my glorious visage and waste my time, just say, 'Deactivate.' Your choices are..."

"Deactivate," Demolus said quickly. The image of Darshendros vanished before he could begin listing off the endless number of lessons contained within the holocron. Demolus suddenly felt uneasy, but he didn't know why. There was a feeling of dread within him when he looked upon that image. The Red God. He didn't feel this when he encountered Malephice before being sent here. Plus, he looked human now. How many faces does he have? He wondered.

"You look troubled, my lord," the tribe's leader said behind him. "Is something wrong?"

Demolus turned around, holding the holocron in his hand, and looked at Herald. "No, I..."

He looked at his hand. How did that get there? He tried to drop it, but his hand wouldn't obey his command. Suddenly, he felt a surge of energy pulse through his arm and spread throughout his body. He felt his mind slipping, losing control. His body began moving on its own. He felt completely powerless.

"Ah, finally," Demolus heard himself say with a sigh, but he wasn't the one speaking. "I was wondering how long we would be here. It's time for us to depart this planet. Gather the chosen ones. We leave at first light tomorrow."

Demolus watched Herald grin. "Hell, it's about time," he said before leaving the temple to carry out his task.

"I'm sure you have a lot of questions," Demolus said to himself as he replaced the holocron upon the altar. "You will get no answers. For now, just enjoy the ride."

Demolus felt his mind being pushed back further into his subconscious, like falling into a well only there was no bottom. The light, his vision, retreated until it was a tiny pinprick. Something heavy weighed down on his chest and prevented him from moving. There was only falling.

What? What is this? What are you?! He screamed out in his mind, only to hear it echo back at him.




Holocrons and Info Nodes / Re: Tales From the Dark Side
« on: 12/16/17, 01:51:49 PM »
Nar Shaddaa - Shadow Town

The Sith Pureblood laid limp and unconscious on the floor of a dirty prison cell, lit only by the red ray shield that locked him inside. His body, stripped of clothing from the waist up, was covered in bruises, burns, and cuts, but he was still breathing. Darth Malephice stood on the other side of the force field, wearing a hooded cloak and Sith armor, a respirator mask covering half his face. Except for the clawed gauntlets and the skull adorning his belt buckle, he would have been the spitting image of Darth Malgus. A probe droid floated next to him, its spidery, robotic arms hanging under it holding an assortment of medical and torture tools.

"Wake up, Demolus," the Sith Lord said. When the Sith was unresponsive, Malephice nodded to droid. The ray shield was turned off and the probe entered the cell, its arms rotating around on the gyro they were attached to under its head. One of the arms reached into a compartment attached to the droid's chassis and pulled out a syringe filled with a green fluid, injecting it into the Sith's neck and then leaving the cell. The ray shield came back up immediately after.

Demolus woke up with a start and looked at his surroundings. As soon as he saw Malephice, he scrambled on his hands and heels to the back corner of the cell, eyes filled with fear, curling up into a ball to hide from him.

"Stop looking so pathetic," Malephice said. "You are Sith. Have some pride."

Demolus remained cowering in the corner.

"You have been very cooperative so far, so I'm giving you two choices," Malephice continued after it seemed like Demolus wasn't going to respond. "You can remain in this prison cell until you rot and eventually die." He saw Demolus flinch. "Or you work for me and maybe earn a place at my side again. Which do you choose?"

Demolus didn't hesitate. He knew his choice. He didn't have any other. He crawled on his hands and knees out of the corner toward Malephice, his head low to the ground. "I serve you, master," he said.

Malephice was satisfied, but that hardly meant he trusted the tortured Sith. He lowered the ray shield anyway and tossed Demolus' twin curved lightsabers onto the floor in front of him. This would be his first test, Malephice considered. Demolus hesitantly reached his hands for them and, for a second - Malephice sensed it too - he thought about activating them and attacking his master, but he knew there would only be one outcome to that scenario. Alive or dead or in-between, he would be forced to serve him. Demolus clutched the hilts to his chest.

"Arise, Lord Demolus," Malephice said. "Once you've gotten yourself cleaned up, your first task awaits."

"Yes, master," Demolus replied submissively, rising slowly to stand. When he looked up, however, Malephice was gone. Only the droid remained, which he followed out of the cell to another room at the end of a short hallway. He found himself in an abandoned prison block. None of the other cells had anyone in them nor could he sense anyone nearby. The lights in the corridor were dim, running on low power, as well as inside the medical clinic he had followed the droid into. It patched him up with efficiency and gave him another kolto injection, easing away the aches and pains. A fresh set of black clothes and a cape also waited for him in the clinic, which he changed into after the droid was finished. He felt instantly better after putting on the cape.

A holo-projector on the wall activated and displayed a hologram of Darth Malephice with a pre-recorded message.

"Lord Demolus, I hope by now that you've recovered enough to begin your task. As you may have guessed, you're in Shadow Town, in one of the prisons abandoned by the Sith Empire. There's a shuttle in the nearby pad. You will take it to the coordinates already input in the shuttle's navicomputer. Once you have arrived, contact me for further instructions. End of message."

Or I could just flee, Demolus thought after Malephice's hologram disappeared. No, his every move was probably being watched. Where would he run to, anyway? He left the prison and found the shuttle where he was told it would be. It was the standard Imperial shuttle, its hull sporting a few battle scars and weathered paint, scorch marks from blasters. It was obviously stolen from somewhere. Imperial shuttles get stolen a lot.

Demolus went aboard and started up the engines. He checked the navicomputer and found a set of coordinates already laid in.

"This will take me deep into the Unknown Regions," the Sith mused. "What could be out there that he wants?"

Demolus got some much needed rest while the shuttle traveled through hyperspace. Travelling out that far was going to take a while, he figured. In his dreams, he relived the torture he experienced at the hands of his master. He woke up several times throughout the trip, but every time he went back to sleep, the torment started anew. He decided to just stay awake for the last hour, more weary than he was before, and tried meditating instead. He called back on his training, using the pain from those memories as a focus, deepening his connection to the Dark Side, plotting his revenge.

The shuttle jolted as it came out of hyperspace. Demolus opened his eyes and returned to the cockpit to find out where he had been taken. The shuttle had entered orbit around an uncharted planet. Scans showed it to be inhabited, with mostly breathable air but pockets of radiation in the atmosphere and areas on the its devastated surface.

"What is this place?" he wondered.

He went into the back of the shuttle to contact his master, as instructed. He dropped to a knee and bowed his head as Darth Malephice's image appeared.

"My lord, I have arrived," he stated.

"Good," Malephice replied. "I am transmitting another set of coordinates. You are to land your shuttle there and then seek out the dark side nexus on this world. You should be able to find it easily if you concentrate on finding it. Unless some tragedy has befallen them, you should find some people there. Bring them to me on Nar Shaddaa. Tell them, their master calls for them."

"If I may ask, master, what planet is this?" Demolus inquired.

"The people there call this planet Taerh," Malephice replied. "I discovered it a few years ago while wandering through this region. Think of Taris but with less rakghouls... although they have ghouls of their own. If any of the locals give you trouble, don't hesitate. They certainly won't. Your first priority will be getting them into the shuttle and back to Nar Shaddaa. I don't care what means you do it, just as long as they're brought back alive."

"Yes, my master," Demolus complied. "I will inform you when the task is complete."

Malephice's image blinked out and Demolus returned to the cockpit, piloting the shuttle down to the surface. It very much reminded him of Taris, a wasteland of broken buildings, burnt husks of vehicles, and bomb craters as far as the eye could see. There was no vegetation to speak of other than some tumbleweeds and dry patches of grass. He also very keenly felt the Dark Side on this planet, and it grew stronger as he neared the coordinates Malephice had given him. As the shuttle landed, Demolus' eyes grew in wonder. He wouldn't need to follow that feeling to find the nexus; someone had built something very closely resembling a Sith temple out of all the scrap laying around. It stuck out like a rusted sore thumb, a color most appropriate for such a structure. The shuttle landed not too far from it and he exited it, eager to find out who and what these people he had been sent to find were, only to find out that they were just as curious about him as well.

They came out of the shadows, human-looking people wearing dark hooded cloaks and armor made from patched together pieces of leather, hides, and scraps, wielding edged weapons crafted from the same junk as their armor. One man in particularly, who must be their leader, Demolus surmised, wielded a crudely made red lightsaber. Its crimson blade didn't have the solid shape of typical lightsabers, but rather flared like a torch, coming to a tapered end. They paused when they saw Demolus' red skin, and when he ignited his twin lightsabers, they began whispering among themselves. There was no doubt in his mind that these were the people Malephice told him to find. What did you do here? he wondered. Are these... Sith?

"Your master calls for you," Demolus said loudly, keeping his lightsabers lowered at his sides. "He has instructed me to bring you to him. Come!"

"We are the masters now," said the man with the crude lightsaber, and he charged toward Demolus.

Outside Realm / Re: the last jedi [spoiler city]
« on: 12/16/17, 12:45:10 PM »
Oh... Wait... Yeah, that's right. I just remembered a whole Rebels episode talking about fuel now. Damnit, Jim.

Still, I expected better, especially considering most of the sci-fi that's come out in recent years actually apply zero-g physics when space stuff was involved. Or maybe I've just become spoiled.

Outside Realm / Re: the last jedi [spoiler city]
« on: 12/16/17, 11:55:02 AM »
This came up in an Episode 8 group I joined. (also, that's me)

Oh, whoops. Just realized it cut off the whole comment. Here it is:

This is what really bothered me though: Assuming your ship's going at full thrust to flee from the colossal dreadnaught bombarding you, your ship doesn't slow down when it runs out of fuel and power goes offline. It's going to still be going the same speed, just adrift in space, 'cuz zero gravity and physics. If anything, getting hit by cannons would only push them out farther. So, in theory, those cruisers should have survived.

@Iaera: I agree with all points.

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