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Darth Tacitus

Darth Tacitus

Member Since 23 Jul 2017
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In Topic: [ENDGAME] - Shadow's Fall

Today, 10:59 AM

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Allies: Galactic Alliance (sort of)

Enemies: The Sith Empire

Objectives: Acquire Holocrons | Convert Jedi to the Darkside

Gear: Wither (Sith Sword) | The Triad (Lightsabers) | Shrouded Blade (Lightsaber) | Obsidian Strike Armor

Troops: 5 Undead

Attn: Xevek Rakama | Vanessa Vantai | Darth Sabezt | Adrian Vandiir Duelling: Nylea Apollodor Allies: Srina TalonAllyson Locke | Jyoti Nooran | Asaraa Vaashe | Jairdain | Mereel Vaun

 

  • Archives
    Jedi Temple on Coruscant

 

Elsewhere in the great galactic city, he could sense the presence of his friend Srina Talon, who had finally managed to make her way through the raging fleets above and arrived to help with the evacuation. He knew she would find his methods questionable, but he had already seen the writing on the wall and knew that the Galactic Alliance would not survive this raging inferno. He would do his duty and recover who and what he could for the Confederacy, by any means necessary, which included using his Necromantic skills to raise more soldiers for the battle. But he could not honestly say that he was not pleased by the Alliance's fate.

 

An annoying voice interrupted the Overlord's hunt for enemies. With a growl, the monstrous Sith Lord turned to face the mewling Jedi which had so brazenly challenged him, raising an eyebrow as his slitted, feline eyes fell upon the white-haired Echani woman that stood before him. The claws on his free hand twitched, even as the three crimson lightsabers that he held aloft through the invisible telekinetic tendrils that held onto them with a vice-like grip, turned to face his challenger as well, ready to block any attack from the Sith Lord's defiant opponent.

 

"You bantha-brained fool," the Overlord spoke, his tone one of disgust and condescension. "I've always known you Jedi are stupid, but I never imagined you would rise to such heights of stupidity, like the ones you so expertly climbed. In case you haven't noticed, I wear a Confederate uniform. That means we're supposed to be on the same side," the Sith Lord spat out, his anger driving him to take a step forward towards his offender.

 

"I am Darth Tacitus. Overlord of the Shrouded Republic, Lord of Admirals of the Confederacy, Reaper of Lorrd and White Wolf of Ession," he announced himself, the grip on his longsword tightening until the leather cracked in protest. "Do you know what I do to traitors and mutineers, little Jedi?" he asked, spitting the word 'Jedi' like it was an insult. "Because it seems to me that you have a death wish."

 

"Seeing that you are so stupid as to not recognize the insignia on my uniform, I will assume that the pathetic excuse you have for a brain has led you to a rash decision. I will give you one last chance to fall back into line and do your job. Because, right now, you are standing between me and these imperial Sith that I came here to hunt," he said in a raspy, malicious tone.

 

"However," he warned, even as he took one more step towards her, his remaining Undead minions shambling in agitation as what was left of their minds felt their master's rage. "If you insist on your desire to depart this galaxy prematurely, I will be more than happy to grant you that wish."

 

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In Topic: Fireflies | CIS Dominion of Ascension (S,44)

Yesterday, 11:38 PM

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Post #7

Attn: Amethyst Atreides Nearby: Fawn Alzi | Minerva Vessia | Kurenai Yumi | Adron Malvern

 

  • Lakeshore
    To the Netherworld with all the consequences

 

The carefully constructed mask that the warlord wore most of the time, was shattered in a single moment as everything that he had buried deep within his soul and thought forgotten, rushed to the surface with the rage of an exploding volcano, coursing through his veins like hot, molten metal.

 

"I am sorry, Amethyst," he said to her, his voice more of a whisper, devoid of the energy that was usually there. "I did not assume that you lived a comfortable life, I could already see the truth in your eyes. I just wanted you to know, to understand who I am, because I would not want you to make a decision without being aware of everything that it entitles."

 

"You are a remarkable woman. You awake in me things that had been lying dormant for a very long time. Things that I, honestly, don't know how to express," he said as his eyes burned with a fierce, longing look. "Like you, I've been alone for most of my life and there has been only one other that made me feel this way, who awakened in me the desire to hope and dream. Until she was torn away from me by a filthy Jedi," he spat the last sentence with all the burning hatred and pain in his soul.

 

Stepping forward just as she drew away, he placed both hands on her shoulders and held firm. "There are many things that I have learned in this life, many things that I know. One thing is that we are not bound to the regard of those who sired us and it does not matter where we come from. The only shame here, is your mother's, for abandoning you the way she did and she deserves having her heart ripped out from her chest. No matter what that woman thinks of you, I know who you really are. You are a fierce, beautiful creature and I, for one, will not cast you away. Not now, not ever," he said, drawing her close, a torrent of thoughts coursing through his mind. He knew what he wanted and to the Netherworld with the all consequences.

 

Staring into her eyes with a powerful, burning passion, he gently squeezed her shoulders, pinning her in place. "I am so tired of polite conversation," he said. And then pressed his lips to hers in a fierce kiss.

 

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In Topic: ENDGAME: Eclipse the Light OOC

Yesterday, 10:18 PM

Coren Starchaser I'm on your side. -ish.


In Topic: ENDGAME: Eclipse the Light OOC

Yesterday, 09:46 PM

Coren Starchaser

 

Already done. I'm currently crashing the party (literally) at the Council Chambers (Oops, sorry. That was a royal mess. Edited the post.) Archives


In Topic: [ENDGAME] - Shadow's Fall

Yesterday, 09:41 PM

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[-SOUNDTRACK-]

Allies: Galactic Alliance (sort of)

Enemies: The Sith Empire

Objectives: Acquire Holocrons | Convert Jedi to the Darkside

Gear: Wither (Sith Sword) | The Triad (Lightsabers) | Shrouded Blade (Lightsaber) | Obsidian Strike Armor

Troops: 5 Undead

Attn: Xevek Rakama | Vanessa Vantai | Darth Sabezt | Adrian Vandiir Allies: Allyson Locke | Jyoti Nooran | Asaraa Vaashe | Jairdain | Mereel Vaun

 

  • Archives
    Jedi Temple on Coruscant

 

A horror approached. Oppressive and powerful, it promised death as it slowly drifted forward, the malevolent presence of the Darkside shifting and flowing towards the beast-man that summoned it. It shimmered all around him, gently caressing his senses like a lover's touch. The cat-like eyes of a predator stared at those assembled as he stepped towards them, a taloned hand digging deep, angry furrows into the wall by his side, adding one more wound to the many that had been inflicted to this failing bastion of the Lightside. The shadows moved behind the horror, even as his cloak rippled with an unseen wind. As the soldiers that were unloading from the shuttle finally spotted him, the Sith Lord grinned.

 

 

 

A battered, burning shuttle tore itself from a section of the Temple near the main hall, its occupants slaughtered by the beast which now operated its controls telekinetically, dark, invisible tendrils extending from him to work the bloodied vessel's systems. Its movements were jerky and forced, like a wounded bird's and it rose and dipped as it struggled to maintain its altitude.

 

Pulling the flight stick until the small shuttle faced in the direction he wanted it to go, the Sith Lord extended another tendril of the Force, slamming the acceleration forward to maximum, forcing the little ship to give everything it had left to give as it went about its final journey. Standing behind the chairs of the pilot and co-pilot, who's mutilated cadavers he had not bothered to remove, the Sith Lord grinned. He would soon have that which he sought above all else.

 

In the back of the shuttle, shambling corpses stumbled about, mindlessly trampling the bodies of the Sith soldiers which they had encountered inside. Tacitus did not care one bit for these particular Sith. He found their grand plan to eclipse the light shortsighted and lacking in ambition. He had set his targets on a much bigger goal.

 

Sputtering flames and smoke, which trailed like spilled blood behind it, the battered shuttle crashed into the Archives, violently impaling itself within the Temple's ancient walls. From the smoke and flaming rubble, a few remaining minions shambled out, two of them on fire, their Galactic Alliance uniforms blackening under the kiss of the flame as quickly as their dead, unfeeling skin.

 

Behind them, their master carved himself a path through the bulkhead of the now-dead shuttle, the midnight-blade of his oldest lightsaber eviscerating the vessel like a giant, bloated animal. Replacing the lightsaber back in its place on his belt, the Sith Lord stepped forward, a clawed hand drifting over the shuttle's hull, the metal screeching in pain and protest as the author of all this destruction stepped forward to greet those already assembled for battle within these ancient, hallowed chambers of Jedi knowledge.

 

His cat-like, golden eyes took in the sights, a look of evident disgust on his face at the Jedi assembled within, some of which he recognized. It was look which passed quickly as the Overlord's eyes found other things to see. Those wretched worms that huddled around the dieing embers of their precious Lightside, were far beneath his notice. He would give them the opportunity to live and find true purpose, after he dealt with the other guests.

 

"Well, well," the Overlord spoke as he drew his longsword, horror pouring out from it like pus from a gangrenous wound. His Triad lightsabers unclipped themselves from his belt, floating forward under the Sith Lord's silent command. One by one, they ignited, adding three more crimson blades to the ones already illuminating the hallway around him, even as the currents of the Darkside flowed to him, gathering like a dark, oppressive cloud that threatened to erupt with the violence of a volcano. "You imperial Sith disgust me," he spat out. "Life in your cozy palaces has made you soft and weak. Well, today you find yourself in the unfortunate situation of standing in my way. I will teach you a final, painful lesson before you die."

 

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