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Post by SK on Aug 27, 2010 12:12:42 GMT -5
As they exited the shuttle, the guards came out first, while Scylla stayed back, and dispensed the bacta liquid from the tank SK was in. It drained out slowly, so that he was able to stand on his feet. As it was done, he took off the breathing tube and apparatus and then got a towel to wash himself off with. She then got him a new pair of black robes, and his cloak, and weapons belt.
As he got all dresssed, he then looked to Scylla, still a bit groggy.
"Where are we at? I feel as though we are on Korriban..."
She then nodded and smiled
"Yes dear, we are on Korriban. I figured we could hide out here for a while. Just until you are back to 100% again..." She said, as sadness crept across her face.
SK then looked to her, and kissed her gently on the forehead.
"Scylla, I am ok right now. Don't worry about me, let's instead worry about getting our son back. He is the only reason why we are even out here."
She looked at them and nodded, as they headed into the tomb of Ajunta Pall, together with the guards following behind them.
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Post by SK on Aug 29, 2010 0:46:23 GMT -5
As they walked into the Tomb, SK and Scylla walk into one of the chambers, while the guards set up communications. As SK entered, he then sat down against a wall, still pretty weak from the bacta tank, but could still walk on his own power. he then looked to Scylla and smiled.
"So, tell me what has happened while I have been out all this time. What has happened with the holocron, and more importantly, what has happened with the Jedi?" He asked her, as he relaxed himself against the wall.
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Post by scylla on Aug 29, 2010 1:14:38 GMT -5
Scylla then looked at him, and smliled. She didn't know what to really say to him, espcially not about the Jedi.
"Everything has gone well, dear. The holocron though is on the shuttle, but I do not want you to open it yet. There is no telling what kind of traps it may have. Especially since the Jedi had it on them. It could have a tracker on it. As for the Jedi, well they have been pretty quiet. I haven't heard anything about them for quite sometime. But, don't worry about that. It's time for you to rest."
She then smiles, and reaches into her pocket for the comm.
"Markon, I need to leave for a little bit, but everything will be ok. I have a contact I need to reach. They may have info on the Jedi..."
She then kisses him on the cheek real quick, and then leaves for the shuttle, and has the pilot launch and head for orbit.
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Post by SK on Sept 2, 2010 20:26:57 GMT -5
After meditating for a few days and healing himself, SK then gets up and looks around. He has now been healed to 100%. He then walks over to the troopers.
"Commander, tell me what has happened over the last few days." SK asked him.
The trooper then looked at him nervously.
"The Sith Masters have all but been driven away from the Nagi, and the fleet has been destroyed, but the Masters are now safe on the secondary base, my lord."
SK then looked at him with not concern, but anger. It should have been him that should have attacked the Sith Masters, and it should have been him that should have been there to have killed them.
"Who drove them away?" SK asked.
"The Empire my lord. It was said to have been a huge fleet led by the Atrocity. They had suffered casualties themselves, but they still overpowered the fleet. One of our ships escaped though." The commander said, as he handed the datapad to SK with the info on the battle.
SK looked it over, and then looked back to the commander.
"Where is the last ship headed?"
The commander then nodded.
"They had first set for the Mustafar system, but instead changed direction towards the Hoth system. Shall I hail them, my lord?"
SK then looked down at the floor as he had to think to himself for a second.
"Yes, have them come to Korriban. It is time we go to the final stages of our plan..."
The commander then got on the comm and requested for the Chiss Destroyer to come to Korriban.
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Post by Lady Morrigna on May 22, 2012 22:36:15 GMT -5
*Deep within a cavern in the Valley a lone female stood silent. She had spent much time here, the stains of her own blood and those she had deemed prey scattered about. Her connection had always been strong, but now… it was even stronger.
The woman had spent much time in thought and in meditation, she knew what had to be done… and now it was time to bring that to fruition. She drew her hood above her head, shielding her face from sight, her jacket sleeves hiding the source of the blood pools at her feet.
Finally the curvaceous woman emerged from the cavern, the musky thick air of Korriban mixed with the torturous deeds that often occurred here surging into her instantaneously. She liked it… this was home now… not that dust bucket she had grown up on.
She knew her ship was hidden close by, but that didn’t matter… she wanted the walk, and besides she was only a couple clicks away from the Sith Temple… the place where she knew she could find the one she sought… or at least she could find his location there. T’was a lovely day to meet up with an old friend for a little chaos…*
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Post by Lady Morrigna on May 23, 2012 0:41:46 GMT -5
*Having cleared the distance between the Sith Temple and the Valley, Morri climbs into her ship, and heads for Orbit. A woman clearly on a mission.*
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Post by Lady Morrigna on Nov 15, 2012 14:28:56 GMT -5
*Landing her ship in the roughage of the Valley, Morri climbs out of her ship. Her droid took all the proper precautions to secure it, and she began the hike back to her makeshift home. The home was simple… dark… elegant… everything one would expect of a woman such as Morrigna… well… except for the fact it was above all things a fancied up cave.
She loved it there… it gave her silence… solitude… a place to grow even stronger in the dark forces. Reaching her bedroom, she stripped down to the simple red satin underlings she wore and reclined onto the mattress. As her eyes closed, the soft brown locks of hair fell around her, almost as if to frame her face. She settled in to catch a moment’s nap, a quick rest before returning to the hustle and bustle of sith life.
Sleep came quickly to her, slipping into an almost meditative state. Though her body was at rest, her mind was racing. It wasn’t a new thing… she rarely slept soundly… the dreams haunted her… dreams of her past, of the traumatic events that plagued her life… dreams of her loneliness… dreams of the things that held her so tightly bound to the dark side. Dreams that tortured and hardened her to the core… dreams that she loved having because they helped to make her who she was…
Sleep captivated her for the night’s entirety, a final horrific dream ripping her from her rest. The dream’s ability to keep her connected to the Force apparent by the scarlet glow surrounding her. With a yawn and a stretch to wake up, the glow subsided and she sat up against her pillows. Drawing a deep breath she lets her mind clear before heading into the shower.
Once the water was steaming hot, she peeled away her skivvies and stepped into the shower. Oh how good it felt to feel the hot droplets melt away her tensions… Letting an audible sigh escape her lips, Morri savored the simple pleasures of a shower, rinsing with a shampoo and soap laced with the floral scent of rancor’s blood. A faint, but ever so intoxicating scent…
Once clean, she stepped out, wrapping in a towel and making it back into her room. Reaching into her dresser she picked out a set of her favorite under clothes and put them on. Breathing relaxedly, she reclined once more against her pillows. She was regaining her focus… letting the pains of her past fuel her for the future. If anyone would have seen her eyes, they would have sworn she were a woman possessed…
After a moment, she sat straight up in her bed, reaching into the side table and grabbing a pin dagger… Pricking her finger with the blade, she saw it was indeed sharp enough… and reached down to her thigh, engraving the word “Pain” into the flesh. It was a reminder of what she felt in that moment… and every moment of torment in her past. With the thick crimson liquid lightly trickling down her thigh, Morri drew a sharp breath, and went to her wardrobe.
Opening the heavy doors, she reaches inside and locates her favorite pair of black leather pants. She slipped them on. They were tight… and laced up the front. She could move in them, she could seduce in them… they were perfect for a woman in her field of expertise. To match it she selected a black leather halter top. It enhanced her every curve, revealing on an inch or so of her midsection. Slipping on her favorite boots, she knew her ensemble was complete… her hair would stay down for this trip… something about it just felt… right…
Taking a final look at her reflection, Morri knew she couldn’t dwell on her own vanity… hell who was she kidding… she wasn’t vain… in contrast she was her own worst critique… Giving a shrug she began packing her things for this trip. Spare clothing, a medipac, some of her favorite back up weapons… it didn’t take her long until she was ready. All that was left was to clip on her belt, thigh holster, and ankle sheath… then she would grab her cape, wrap herself within its depths and head out. Which is precisely what she did, making her way back to her ship, climbing inside, and making her way back to the Sith Temple.*
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Post by Darth Nephlium on Jan 10, 2013 22:26:22 GMT -5
The surface of Korriban is very unhospitable and never a safe place for weary travlers. The sand blows around covering up the very ancient and the things that shouldn't of been forgotten passed out of thought and became legends. The sith tombs of old that lined the valley of the sith were only but a fraction of a sith presents of old. Buried deep under the sands a long buried tomb that enshried the prison of Darth Nephlium. Atop the sand stands the dark lord. A smile comes face as he looks down where he escaped buried by the sands of time. He adjusts the black ring on his fight pointer finger and reaches into his satchel and pulls out a flask. He takes a quick drink and walks away. He feels waves of energy crashing into him. It feels good to him. It has been a long time since he had come home so to speak, but now he seems to have renewed himself. From out of nowhere he is flanked by two guards. Stromtroopers like armour but black. They reflect the landscape around them creating a cloak of invisability around them. If you were to seem them from a distance it would look like a mirage. They board a ship that has appeared out of nowere using the same type of technology as the troopers armour. Not long after they board the gangway raises and the engires fire up and the ship lifts off the surface and heads off into space.
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