The Battalion
Darth Phyre III
Aboard: Colossus of Shadows
Wearing: Warrior's Skin
Armed With: Elaine Tear's Lightsaber (Corrupted)
The Colossus of Shadows glided through the blackness of space to a pre arranged meeting point where Maldor Mecetti would be allowed to dock.
The ship was currently House Io's pride and Joy, a massive mobile stealth city for the cultivation of warrior citizens. A flying wing design. You'd need a fleet armed with the most powerful weapons that could be fielded to have a shot at destroying it.
It was the enduring symbol of her wife's will to defy all who wanted her dead. It was a technological marvel, one of the most advanced ships in the Galaxy.
It condensed House Io into kaleidoscope of wildly different viewpoints and such. The refugees and the disillusioned organics, the Murderous, quirky Soldier Droids that were legally citizens, and could be found conducting all manner of bizarre activity on the vessel, everything from simple trolling to complex, highly deranged social experiments, to androids that looked like supermodels in tight catsuits, to the Cult The Battalion spoke for.
The Consort of House Io awaited Maldor in a section of the ship set aside specifically for her Cultists outer facade was painted white. Anything that the Cult influenced was painted white.
When Maldor arrived, he would be escorted through clean, high tech looking interior streets by an honor guard of Skeleton-like Model 3 Units , wearing white sashes and wielding Force Pikes.
Little telltale signs would indicate the danger of the Cult. The Temple was tall, highly engraved yet everyone seemed to steer clear of it. Everything also seemed quieter as a result. The temple exuded a powerful, rotting aura.
Some of the Brain Demon Cultists might have been spotted before even seeing the temple, clad in skintight white catsuits, often looking supermodel-esque , yet no one they were observed speaking to, especially the ordinary looking types, stayed around them longer than necessary.
The temple interior was polished white...save for the runes drawn in blood.
And at the end of a private section of the temple the Battalion would be found, at the center of a great empty chamber save for the bled Kybers lining it. Like all the Cultists, she was clad in her old catsuit, which look painted on rather than worn.
Upon Sensing Maldor, the Matriarch and Blade Master of the Cult would smile, rise with hands folded behind her back.
"Welcome, Lord Mecetti..." The Battalion called out. "My apologies for not taking the time to give you a tour of the city. But my Cult believes when someone's very soul is at stake, when they seek the darkness...then showing them that darkness takes priority."
The Battalion would step towards Maldor, her fine carved features made eerie in the red lights contrasting sulphur colored eyes.
"Tell me...what about the Darkness calls to you the most. What emotion is most powerful to you?"
Wearing: Warrior's Skin
Armed With: Elaine Tear's Lightsaber (Corrupted)
The Colossus of Shadows glided through the blackness of space to a pre arranged meeting point where Maldor Mecetti would be allowed to dock.
The ship was currently House Io's pride and Joy, a massive mobile stealth city for the cultivation of warrior citizens. A flying wing design. You'd need a fleet armed with the most powerful weapons that could be fielded to have a shot at destroying it.
It was the enduring symbol of her wife's will to defy all who wanted her dead. It was a technological marvel, one of the most advanced ships in the Galaxy.
It condensed House Io into kaleidoscope of wildly different viewpoints and such. The refugees and the disillusioned organics, the Murderous, quirky Soldier Droids that were legally citizens, and could be found conducting all manner of bizarre activity on the vessel, everything from simple trolling to complex, highly deranged social experiments, to androids that looked like supermodels in tight catsuits, to the Cult The Battalion spoke for.
The Consort of House Io awaited Maldor in a section of the ship set aside specifically for her Cultists outer facade was painted white. Anything that the Cult influenced was painted white.
When Maldor arrived, he would be escorted through clean, high tech looking interior streets by an honor guard of Skeleton-like Model 3 Units , wearing white sashes and wielding Force Pikes.
Little telltale signs would indicate the danger of the Cult. The Temple was tall, highly engraved yet everyone seemed to steer clear of it. Everything also seemed quieter as a result. The temple exuded a powerful, rotting aura.
Some of the Brain Demon Cultists might have been spotted before even seeing the temple, clad in skintight white catsuits, often looking supermodel-esque , yet no one they were observed speaking to, especially the ordinary looking types, stayed around them longer than necessary.
The temple interior was polished white...save for the runes drawn in blood.
And at the end of a private section of the temple the Battalion would be found, at the center of a great empty chamber save for the bled Kybers lining it. Like all the Cultists, she was clad in her old catsuit, which look painted on rather than worn.
Upon Sensing Maldor, the Matriarch and Blade Master of the Cult would smile, rise with hands folded behind her back.
"Welcome, Lord Mecetti..." The Battalion called out. "My apologies for not taking the time to give you a tour of the city. But my Cult believes when someone's very soul is at stake, when they seek the darkness...then showing them that darkness takes priority."
The Battalion would step towards Maldor, her fine carved features made eerie in the red lights contrasting sulphur colored eyes.
"Tell me...what about the Darkness calls to you the most. What emotion is most powerful to you?"