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Taramaz Laurs

Taramaz Laurs

Member Since 08 Sep 2018
Offline Last Active Jun 22 2019 03:53 AM

#1949004 Hunting the Fallen

Posted by Taramaz Laurs on 29 May 2019 - 04:01 AM



Equipment: Mark-V Odin ArmourBlood of the MassassiAlterra Sidearm PistolAlterra Full Auto RifleAlterra Exploding Bullets, Flashbangs, Tear Gas, Fragmentation Grenades, Medkit




Scherezade deWinter


The Sith Lord turned around, pressing a button on the inside of the ship, then walked off the ramp as it slid back up into the ship, and the hatch was closed. He then pressed a button on his suit, and several holes opened up around the ramp, dropping pressure-activated mines onto the ground around it, small enough to take out most creatures that could get into the ship, without damaging it in the explosion. He then started walking towards the Pathfinder, tapping the side of his helmet, bringing up 3D scans of the path ahead, he then tapped again, making the helmet project them out infront of it like a hologram, about the size of a rifle. 


"Flesh Eating Worms, you say? Gives me flash backs to the Rishi Moon. You ever been to the Rishi Moon? At least one of them. They've got these giant worms that make tunnels in the moon's surface, bigger than a Rancor. Then again, I suppose it would be quite rude to deny the Minister of Science some free specimens. Who's carrying them? Want me to go get my Squire?


He halted, and pressed a button, another hole opened, and an Obsidian Squire flew out, which then hovered over, and floated by Taramaz' side. Taramaz then pressed another button on his helmet, sending the 3D scans to his loyal squire, who happily displayed them for Scherezade to look at as he went off, switching off the projector on his helmet, and turning his vocal scrambler back on. He began the trek towards the Fallen Jedi base. He followed a very specific pattern, avoiding a large field of sinkholes, leading down into deep, empty caves. His footsteps were careful and coordinated, the 3D scans guiding him. When he got to the other side, he stopped, and waited for his companions to join him.

#1943988 Hunting the Fallen

Posted by Taramaz Laurs on 12 May 2019 - 04:06 AM



Equipment: Mark-V Odin ArmourBlood of the MassassiAlterra Sidearm PistolAlterra Full Auto RifleAlterra Exploding Bullets, Flashbangs, Tear Gas, Fragmentation Grenades, Medkit




Scherezade deWinter


The Executor was taken back by the sight before him. Yes, he'd seen this woman before, but the armour... that was most strange, considering they were going to be battling. If he was being most honest with himself, he was reminded of a swim suit when he looked at the armour. And where had she come from? It reminded him of the stories of ancient Sith Assassins, and Jedi Shadows, from the time of the Galactic Cold War, stories from the time of his Master. Where the Shadows and Assassins blended in with the very light and dark itself. Had this Scherezade deWinter learned their arts? It was not Taramaz' job to nose around and find out. His job was to put the Fallen Jedi Enclave to the sword, that's all he knew.


He stood, and put his rifle back on his back, the mag-grip activating again. He then nodded to the woman, he was ready to go. He then started walking back to his ship, standing on the ramp. He then looked back.


"What do you think of a speeder to get us there faster? If not, I'm fine with that, I'm confident I could make the trek."

#1943572 The Forgemaster's Hammer

Posted by Taramaz Laurs on 11 May 2019 - 01:10 AM




  • Intent: To create a warhammer and hammer for masterful forging.
  • Image Source:  Skyrim
  • Canon Link: N/A
  • Primary Source: N/A



  • Classification: Warhammer/Forge Hammer
  • Size: Large
  • Weight: Heavy


  • Can ground lightning.
  • Can crush bones, shatter rocks, etc
  • Alchemically enhanced to be indestructible
  • Alchemically enhanced to be able to heat something up, to lighting the ground on fire, to turning stone into molten lava at the wielder's thought. Similar to  Convection.



A true master piece of metal-work and alchemy, the Forgemaster's Hammer is a large warhammer straight out of tales of vikings. It's top heavy, giving it extra power for shaping molten metals. It also allows it to shatter boulders, crush bones, and do so much more. It is alchemically enhanced to be indestructible, and able to turn rocks into flowing lava, strike out with controlled fire. It is comparable to a bigger version of Mjolnir, the Hammer of Thor, except it's larger, vastly different in appearance, and controls fire instead of lightning. It is made of Cortosis, giving it the dark gold appearance it possesses. It was not enhanced with either side of the force, rather both. The destructive fire was enhanced by the dark side, but tamed with the light side.


  • Top Heavy: The head of the hammer is top heavy, giving it extra power when swung
  • Indestructible: The hammer is alchemically enhanced to be indestructible
  • Fire Hammer: The hammer is alchemically enhanced to be able to raise the temperatures of near anything to extremes


  • Large: Due to it's large size, and weight, most species would need to use two hands to wield it effectively
  • Heavy: It is very heavy, to the point where a Wookie wouldn't be able to swing it precisely with just one hand
  • Presence: Although it was not alchemised by one side of the force more than the other, it still gives off a presence with both sides, albeit small compared to a Sith Sword, it is still able to be detected

#1942378 Hunting the Fallen

Posted by Taramaz Laurs on 08 May 2019 - 08:46 AM



Equipment: Mark-V Odin ArmourBlood of the MassassiAlterra Sidearm PistolAlterra Full Auto RifleAlterra Exploding Bullets, Flashbangs, Tear Gas, Fragmentation Grenades, Medkit





Transmission# 1--. Designate: EXTRMN8

KO-043 Dispatched with Pathfinder Scherezade deWinter on Trenwyth

Target: Jedi Fugitives

Laurs meeting with Pathfinder deWinter

1318 hrs 8 May, 856 ABY


The Executor's ship touched down. As the Sith Lord rose from the Captain's seat, he grabbed his rifle and pistol, pushing clips filled with exploding bullets into them. He swung the rifle onto his back, the mag-grip holding tight, he then put his pistol on his leg, a mag grip keeping it in place aswell. He hooked his trusty lightsabers onto his belt, hooking his flashbangs behind his waist, a tear gas grenade and a fragmentation grenade on his chest, and the remaining two of the same onto the front of his belt. He checked through the medkit quickly, before putting it on his leg, opposite of his pistol, a mag grip holding tight. He then grabbed his helmet, and turned it over, inspecting every bit of it, before sliding the cushioned, highly advanced, highly expensive piece of technology onto his head, the HUD springing to life. 


The ramp of his ship hissed, loud enough to scare off local birds, flocking them up into a squawking mass of colour against the dull sky. His boots tapped on the metal ramp as he walked down it as it was still lowering and extending. Then, before it had even opened fully, it was closing again, it's Executor walking away, through the terrain to the ship of the Pathfinder. It took less than a few moments for the Executor to stumble upon the ship, a near glowing beacon of civilisation in the desolate wastes of the planet. He looked over at the ship, seeing nobody waiting nearby, he walked over to a small boulder, big enough to sit on, just turned on it's side, and wedged into the ground. 


The Executor grabbed the boulder without hesitation, and ripped it from the ground, and threw it onto the dirt, about fifteen metres from the ship, and then yanked it down, before finally sitting. He tapped the side of his helmet, turning off the voice scrambler, then activated his comm-system, on a closed, and secured Knights Obsidian Spec-Ops frequency, one he'd managed to acquire for use in this mission. His voice, unfiltered by his helmet, thanks to the high quality of microphone, was smooth, with a spark of the rage he carried as a Sith Lord, and from all his scars and wounds, old and new. Yet there was also the sarcastically humorous tone mixed in.


"I'm waiting, oh mysterious woman."


He knew the Pathfinder's face from the portfolio he'd received, and it was the same damn face he'd seen before the mission to the other dimension, the same face from the Fortressa disaster, the face who he'd fought alongside with, who he'd saved, and been saved by. Yet her name was not listed as Madalena Antares, no. It was listed as Scherezade deWinter, a strange occurrence, as when he searched for the name Madalena Antares in the database, he'd found another completely different profile, the same records as the Madalena he had known, but with a different face. Whoever this Scherezade was, something was most certainly wrong, perhaps corruption, insubordination, a cover-up even? Flat-out treason seemed likely. Though it was strange for them to create a secondary profile in the Obsidian Database for any of these reasons. 


The Sith Lord let out a sigh, and turned his voice scrambler back on, and the comm-system off. With the mechanical exhalation, the Sith Lord took his rifle off his back, and started inspecting it.  

#1935289 Arkam Knights | CIS Dominion of Arkam 13

Posted by Taramaz Laurs on 19 April 2019 - 10:47 AM



Equipment: Obsidian-Type Strike ArmourKnight's Obsidian RingObsidian Executor BootsHolographic Disguise Matrix


Weaponry: Blood of the Massassi




Vengeance of the Lost


Transmission# 3-10. Designate: X-Ray

KO-043 inserted with Knights of Ren Troops in Arkam-13

Target: Asphyxion Ren

Laurs infiltrating target's command group

0800 hrs 20 April, 856 ABY


Taramaz crept up behind the Stormtrooper Major as he was leaving the First Order Shuttle, and grabbed him in a headlock, suffocating him of precious, precious air until his body went limp, slumping unconscious in the larger man's arms. He dropped the body on the ground, and scanned it with his holographic disguise matrix, then put it on the ground, and took the form of the Stormtrooper Major. He picked the matrix up, and hoisted the body over his shoulder, taking it aboard his ship, and threw it into a prisoner cell, locking it. Then walked out, taking only his lightsabers as his own weapon, grabbing the Major's rifle and comm-link. Using his force sense, he set off at a jog, catching up to the group. 


He saluted the Master of Ren. His clenched fist going straight up into the air.


"Lord Ren sir! The ship is secured, gave that scimitar a look over too. Looks abandoned, like it's been there for a few days."


His voice sounded pitch perfect and identical to the Major he'd stolen the identity from. His hand went down. And he fell into the group, marching at the head, just behind and to the right of Ren, just across from the Lieutenant. He was the ranking officer of the unit. He carried himself to the perfect similarity of the Major, from the voice to the length between steps. He hadn't gone in blind, he'd researched his target, and the identity he was to assume. He corrected his holding of his rifle, angling it a few more degrees downward, more like the Major. His black cape trailing behind him, as he marched with his lord.


"What are my orders, Lord Ren?"


A simple request, yet not out of character for one who had been gone attending to the ship. 

#1931247 Amour Rapide | CIS Dominion of Stobar

Posted by Taramaz Laurs on 08 April 2019 - 02:07 AM



Wearing: Dinner SuitBB-L145


Location: Table Five


Objective: Amoure Rapid


Tags: Keva




Gods above was Taramaz sick and tired of everybody showing him up for things. Years of people not caring. But gods dammit! When they had the nerve to come to the same damn bar, and just start brawling, without even thinking about going to say hello to the person they're standing up! He waved the waiter over, and dumped a few credits for a Savareen Brandy. While he was waiting, he couldn't help but notice that there was a group of men, screaming mayelfa at the top of their lungs. Strange people.


The waiter placed the bottle down infront of the man, and Taramaz opened it, and looked at the contents. Then he looked back up at the crowd, and saw a woman sitting by herself, a Chiss lady. He stared for a minute, then looked back at his drink, and thought for a second, then got up, grabbing the bottle, and walked over to the Chiss ladies table, putting the bottle down.


"Here. You need this more than me."


Taramaz stood over the woman, hunched over to around seven foot. He slid the bottle over, with a few credits.

#1927266 The Corrupted | CIS Invasion of NR-Held Kuat

Posted by Taramaz Laurs on 27 March 2019 - 02:39 AM



Theme: Sheppard of FireWelcome to my Apocalypse


Wearing: Obsidian-Type Strike ArmourObsidian Executor BootsKnight's Obsidian RingMedkit

Wielding: Mandalorian Heavy PistolBlood of the Massassi


Location: Kuat City Nixia Amabilia


Allies: CIS




So, this is what it came down to. This is the result of a nation neglecting a planet during it's time of greatest need. He nigh believed it when he saw it with his own eyes. He had heard stories of Kuat and it's glorious drive yards as a mere lad. Tales of a planet with a glorious ring around it capable of producing ships of unimaginable proportions. He had also heard stories of what had happened to it, in more recent years. Something inside him just cracked and shattered when he saw the planet in it's true light. Needless to say, the stories he had heard, and the documents he had read did not compare, not remotely. Entire areas covered in radiation, the Drive Yards gone, now residing in the ground, and buildings. Towers toppled, rubble everywhere. The attackers had been ruthless, but the New Republic even more brutal with it's help, more so, lack of it.


He had just been walking along an empty back alley, looking for civvies to aid when he heard yelling, soldiers barking orders, pleading, and sobbing. He was about to brush it off as a few uncooperative civilians and a few dull minded troops that would be dealt with by their superiors. That was before his thought process was clouded by the sounds of a pistol firing, not a standard issue Confederacy blaster. He froze in his casual gait, as the silence he thought he would hear was replaced with screams of terror. The air around him pulsed as he felt the surges of pain in the air, then he sensed the presence of the dark side, and started tracking it, running through the back alleys. He hit a dead end, and bounced up on his leg, the massive figure launching up to a window sill, where he grabbed on, spinning himself around, his back to the shattered window. He leapt off the wall, hitting the opposing wall with one foot, bouncing back to the other.


His fingers curled around a piece of metal, jutting out of the wall. Pulling back as the metal came loose, falling down at him, causing him to swing to the side, holding on with one hand. He swung himself back, grabbing again at the empty crevice where the piece of metal had once made it's home in. He pulled himself up, raising his right leg up to chin level, pushing himself up onto the roof of the building. He dug his fingers into the slanted metal, finding another convenient crevice. He watched, looking over at the scene, a score of republic troops, one holding a pistol, smoke still lifting off it. His comrades yelling at him, scolding him. He had not sensed the dark side, atleast not from the trooper. He turned away, and started crawling up the roof, and watched as a woman got up, and charged the peace-breaking trooper, eviscerating him. 


He reached for his lightsabers, as the figure limped into the shadows of an alley, and disappear from his sight. He thought not, however, and pulled his hand back, instead, he raised his left arm, and fired a silent grappling line onto a light post, the hook grabbed on. He pulled the line tight, then ran and jumped off the roof, swinging, the rope pulling him closer, and stopping him from hitting the ground. He raised his two legs infront of himself, and knocked a trooper down, he could've sworn he heard something crack, maybe a rib? or just the armour? Nothing that needed to be worried about just that moment. The grapple pulled him up to the light pole, disappearing from sight, confusing the troopers. He kept the hook grappled onto the pole, as he slowly extended the rope, lowering himself down. 


A trooper noticed the surprisingly big, and well armoured, but unarmed man, and raised his rifle, walking forward. Taramaz then yanked his arm to the left, freeing the grapple, then swung it over to the right over his head, the line wrapping around the pole a few times. He then threw it forward, and pulled to the left. The hook whizzed past the man, and then circled back around, the line wrapping itself around the man ten times. Taramaz then pulled the man over with the force, and pulled him up off the ground, hanging off the pole, forcing his weapon to drop, and clatter to the ground.


The Executor turned to face the others. He ran at one, and launched himself at the trooper, knocking him over, standing atop his chest, as he heard cracking from the armour, as he ground his boot in, cracking ribs. He then jogged back a few steps, and elbowed another trooper, right in the face, knocking him back. He spun around, punching the man once in the gut, and once across the face, knocking his helmet off, and cracking his armour under the Sith Lord's force altered strength. He ducked under a trooper's arm, who had swung his rifle at the Sith. He grabbed the man's arm, locking it in his own, and pulled back, breaking it in several places, making the man scream. 


That scream woke him up to the three or so others, screams of pain. Then about four more screams, not of pain, rather, a battle cry. As four soldiers vaulted over a few barricades, firing at the man. All their shots just missed the man, even though the troopers knew they should've hit. As he got closer, he raised his hand, and froze the flying plasma shots, and the troopers in place, the force freezing their motions. He walked closer, moving through the field of plasma mines


He walked around the troopers, inspecting them. Then released their movements, lifting them up with the force, choking them till their vision faded, and they went limp with their loss of consciousness. He heard the sounds of boots hitting the ground, and turned, just as a knife flew upwards at his face, the blade curved. The sith leaned back to the right, dodging the blade, barely, then ducked down to the left as the trooper brought the knife swinging sideways at him. Standing back up to his height, the trooper stumbled back as the sith threw a fist at him. The trooper threw his knife over to his over hand, and slashed to the side at the man, who threw his forearm up, hitting the trooper's forearm, blocking him, then hit him in the gut. 


The sith stepped back, dodging a few stabs, then, as the trooper stabbed down at the man, he caught the trooper's wrist with one hand, and squeezed hard, digging his fingers into the gaps in the armour, twisting the arm to the side, making the man scream and fall on his knee in pain. The sith then let go, and the man stood up, rubbing his wrist, and swung a fist at the sith, who promptly kicked the man in the chest, with force enhanced strength, knocking the man flying back into a wall, where he fell forward, unconscious.




The Sith Lord went around, putting the troopers in cuffs, and dragging the unconscious bodies to the centre of the street, then walked closer to Nixia Amabelia. He told himself he hadn't forgotten about her, yet he had. The fight seemed to have gone on longer for him than it actually had, taking but a few minutes, compared to the day it felt like it took. He offered her his hand for support. He reached down, grabbing his SV Medkit.


"Taramaz Laurs, veteran Executor of the Confederate Knights Obsidian, brother of the Vicelordship himself. No reason not to trust me, I'm here to help, got a medkit with your name on it. What do you say?"


He extended his hand further, ready to wrap around under her shoulders, and to help ease her down for some medical aid.

#1923754 The Winter Long [Knights Obsidian + invite]

Posted by Taramaz Laurs on 15 March 2019 - 08:04 PM



Wearing:  Knight's Obsidian RingObsidian-Type Strike ArmourHidden BladesObsidian Executor Boots




Wielding: Blood of the MassassiAlterra MK. 1 Fusion Rifle, two Mandalorian Heavy Pistol




Tags: Ithiel Vi'Dreya


Theme:  Centuries




The man looked down, as his companion started dusting himself off from the snow. A rather pointless goal, seeing as they were in a blizzard, and couldn't see ten metres infront of them. He marched promptly over to the White Maw, grabbing one of his sabers, and drew a line around it in the snow, marking it. He then walked back over to Ithiel, and grabbed his bag, slinging it over his shoulder, and held out his hand. His other saber flew out and into the opened hand, then he clipped it back on his belt. He then looked at his companion again.


"Great big bugs the size of a man, and a Queen the size of a rancor. Got teleported right inside their hive. Not. Fun. I also found that big cat over there."


He pointed to the fried corpse of the giant sabre tooth, by the White Maw, just as it folded back, and threw snow into the air. He stared at it for a few moments, then looked back, and gratefully accepted the fur, nodding thankfully.




He pulled the fur over him, and it helped ease the freezing cold. He felt his bones warm slightly. He then looked back at Ithiel, and towards where he was pointing. He wiped his visor clean, and switched on thermals. Nothing. He then switched to Night Vision. Nothing. Then he switched to infrared, and a large mass appeared. Definitely the right size for their group. He then clicked the infrared off, and reached into his bag, pulling out night vision/thermal/infrared goggles, pushing them into Ithiel's hands. He pulled the hood of his cloak back over his head, the thinner fur wrapped around him under it.


"Large mass of sigs. Only appear on infrared. Right size for the group that came with us. Let's go."


The large sith joined his nephew in trudging through the snow. It was considerably harder due to the heavy boots he was wearing. He had thought they might act as snow boots to some degree. Boy was he wrong. The only heat they had was from his lightsaber, as they trudged on. Side by side. Taramaz wiped his visor again. His hood had blocked most of it, but not all. He switched back into infrared, then night vision, then thermal again. Still nothing from night vision, the blobs had gotten bigger in infrared as they got closer. But the thermal vision picked up two large heat signatures, one about about fifteen metres tall, twenty five long, and another 3 metres tall, and eight long. The bigger one was easily bigger than a rancor, but it looked more bug like. He switched off the thermals, and looked ahead. 


He could see two gargantuan shapes in the distance. They looked like Acklays, but one was a bit bigger, with tusks on it's head. They had a beautiful white and grey hide, and sleek bodies. Then they turned around, as they heard the two men approach. They had been making the noise Ithiel had followed. Then, before Taramaz knew what was happening, the larger Acklay started charging at him. He pushed Ithiel out of the way, but one of the tusks of the Acklay hit him, thankfully, nothing serious. He had pushed himself back enough to not get impaled, and hit the curved side, being knocked far and high as the Acklay came to a stop.


He came crashing down, landing right in the snow. Which thankfully stopped anything breaking on the way down. He then pushed himself up slowly, as the beast charged again. He rolled right before the beast hit him, right under it. Then he looked around for it. He couldn't see it at first. Then he looked up, and backed up. The beast had stopped right above him, it's legsblended in with the snowy background. Then it started following him, stabbing at him with it's front claws, going half a metre deep into the snow where he stood mere seconds before.


Then, he stumbled back, unable to keep backing up in the snow. The beast took this chance to stab at him again. Taramaz caught the claw right in between his palms. He struggled against the beast's superior strength. He then looked over at the smaller one, which was going at Ithiel. Then he put two and two together. The one he was fighting was the mother, and the smaller one was the child. Then he snapped back to reality, as the beast's claw was pushing him back. He let go, and dodged to the side, moving back more. The beast kept stabbing at him.


It was then he got the idea, he stood, and unravelled a length of his grapple line. The beast came close, and slapped it's claws into the ground behind him, trapping him. It lowered itself, and roared at him, then snapped at him. Then Taramaz moved back enough, and wrapped the line around the beast's tusks. He then detached the part holding the grapple, letting it swing loosely. He backed up again, and the beast stabbed down at him. He grabbed the claw, and changed it's course, making it hit the ground next to him, and go about a metre deep. He hugged the leg, and started climbing up onto the beast's back. He grabbed the grapple, and clipped it back onto his wrist. He grabbed the hook of the line like reins, and held the start of the line with his other. He put his hands on the beast's neck, calming it somehow.


He took the fur off of his torso, pulling it out from his cloak, and laid it down, tying it on with leather straps from his bag. It made it slightly comfier. He then looked at Ithiel, and yelled out.




He looked over at them, the beasts' head turning with his. It reminded him partly of his pet Ouroboros Krayt Dragon slightly. He rubbed the giant Frost Acklay, and crossed his legs, his hands placed on the beast. He used it's knowledge of the terrain to create a sort of map. He then focused himself, and started feeling around for the presences of those he felt before they travelled to this new universe. He found them after a few minutes, and stopped, getting in a comfy riding position again, and petted his new friend, as it started marching onward, towards the others.

#1921733 Aliit Acar | House Vi'dreya

Posted by Taramaz Laurs on 08 March 2019 - 09:55 PM



Ship: Scimitar I-Class Star Courier

Wearing: Obsidian-Type Strike ArmourKnight's Obsidian RingObsidian Executor Boots (Style 2), Personal Cloaking Device

Wielding: Blood of the MassassiMandalorian Heavy Pistol

Tags: Darth Metus, Srina TalonAlkor CentarisOde Vi'dreyaDamsy CallatCardinal Vi'dreyaKishala Vi'dreyaBetty Americus, Lace Vi'dreyaAllya Vi'Dreya


Theme: Hey Brother



Taramaz stood there, watching, and listening. He was surprised about how few had noticed him, yet not as surprised as he thought he should be. He looked around, some were scowling at his brother, some were smiling, some wore a blank mask of expression, others he could not see. He could also sense the immense unrest growing, however. He was not mad, how could he be? Was he any better? He had been gone longer than his Isley had, though it was mostly not his fault, it was still his choice to not pursue his brother as soon as he could. He could feel his family shifting as Isley's speech went on, he could feel some of them reaching for things to grab and throw. 


He just stood there, and as the speech drew to a close, and starting marching forward, pushing his way through the crowd. He pushed his way out at the front, he made it halfway to Isley, when he felt a few objects approaching him from behind. He spun around, grabbing one of his sabers, and ignited it quickly, only one blade, quickly slicing the offending rocks and bottles, and other large, heavy, and sharp objects. He was pretty sure he even saw a dagger at one point. His saber cut through them all like butter, though, due to it's greatly enhanced cutting power. He then deactivated it, and put it back on his belt, and turned to keep walking. It was then that he heard his brother speaking to one of the women, presumably about a new child. He got to Isley, and stood by his side, turning around again. 


He eyed the crowd, giving them a harsh representation of who they would be messing with if they decided to attempt to attack his brother again. His right hand reached for, and grabbed one of his sabers, holding it ready. He then tapped a button on his wrist, and his ship hung around overhead, still cloaked, giving no sign of it's presence, ready to provide a quick evacuation for Isley should it be needed. He tapped another button, and his mask slid back over his face, and as he looked at the crowd, he got a quick bio on most of those gathered, he only paid attention to their names and a few of their accomplishments though. But he would be lying if he didn't run a check over their equipment aswell, he then tapped again, and the mask unfolded.

#1920161 Exodus Crash: A New Dawn | [ CIS, Allies & Natives ]

Posted by Taramaz Laurs on 04 March 2019 - 02:31 AM



Location: City, near Allya Vi'Dreya

Allies: CIS & her Allies | 50  Dauntless Commandos (Thanks Luna Terrik)

Fighting With: 50 Dauntless Commandos

Post: #1

Equipment: Obsidian-Type Strike ArmourKnight's Obsidian Ring,Blood of the Massassi,Romanus Shield,Obsidian Executor Sword,Obsidian Executor BootsDC-17 Pistol

Theme: When the War is Over

Tags: Fedrig Allya Vi'Dreya Shia Kryze






The young boy ran to his parents, running from his bullies. He buried his face in the cloth of his dad's shirt, and cried, and cried, then turned to look at the bullies, who looked at the big Mandalorian man, and turned tail, scampering like frightened rodents. Then he was backed into a corner by the boys, who all held weapons, unlike the boy. They were all bigger now, and they walked ever closer, raising their weapons, but they never got a chance to strike. The vision darkened, and a eerie presence was felt, as all the boys felt a shadow bigger than all of them combined lean over. The boy saw a man cloaked in black robes standing behind the boys, who spun around quickly. They looked mortified, and something about that made the boy feel as if he should be too. His jaw dropped, and he backed up against the wall, and turned, seeing a glimpse of a pure red, and spikes and tentacle looking things under the hood. Then, he covered his face with his hands, sobbing, as he heard the sounds of four boys choking.


Then, the choking stopped, as quick as it had started, and was replaced by a snapping sound that echoed throughout the vision. Then, darkness crept from the man, like tendrils, filling up the empty space, shrouding them in pure darkness. He felt the weight on his feet subside, and he uncovered his eyes, hesitantly, looking around. He was floating, in a sea of pure blackness, void of everything. Then, out of nowhere, that same man appeared, from a doorway leading into a dark red glowing light. He extended his hand, and grabbed the boy, pulling him out of the nothingness. He then turned, and walked back through the door, and looked back, beckoning for the boy to follow. And woe be upon him, as he did.


Then, the darkness faded, faded into a house, warm and welcoming. The boy was older now, a man, clad in black robes of his own, matching those his saviour had worn all those years ago. He held the hilt of a saber with a blood red blade, and raised it. Stood before him were a man and woman, the ones who had raised him. Everything froze, and split into two. One was filled with darkness, and his eyes were glowing red. Red lightning sparking off of him, as he brought the blade down, cutting the ever loving elders down. Then, the other was filled, looking normal, and the man's saber sizzled, the crimson red blade retreating back into the hilt, and he collapsed, holding onto his father. 


"Ni draar ru'kir ganar payt ti ibac jag, Ni'm Ni ceta dad, even meh gar aren't ner veman solus, gar ganar su been jate'shya at ni than anybody else"


The flashback ended, fading back into reality.




Taramaz woke with a start. The now Sith Lord reconsidering what he had seen. He knew in his heart which was true, no matter what manipulation his master tried to pull, he knew he would never have been so cruel as to murder his own parents. Not even if it meant he was tortured for weeks on end for failing. He tried moving, but found no more movement than a few inches. Memories came flooding back to him, how the nukes had been dropped, the worms managed to make a house they were in collapse on top of them. Then the warnings came. God damn the warnings came. He reckoned there were more warnings than all the dangers in the entire battle combined. He slowly tried lifting the crumbling rocks up, to no success, he kept trying, before giving up, not wanting to waste his time and energy on it. He tried crawling out, but only managed to hit his head on another rock.


He looked around for a way out, and saw none. Slowly, coming to a decision, he curled himself up into a small ball, and stared gathering energy up in him. After about half a minute, he pushed it all out, aiming up, he launched the giant slab of rock off of him, and about 50 feet in the air. He then landed on his feet, the force repulse having pushed him up too. He then held his hand up, palm up, bent into a right angle at the elbow. And caught the giant rock, getting pushed down slightly from the impact, and then extended his hand forward, slowly lifting rubble off his commandos. The noise drawing a considerable amount of attention towards the house by the bridge. Slowly, one by one, the Commandos woke, dragging themselves out, and those who had already been awoken grabbed their still unconscious comrades. 


He looked up, and realised the piece holding him down had easily been a part of the roof, and the biggest there. He yelled out for the Commandos to start a head count, as he laid rubble down where there were empty places. The total came out to forty-seven, three off of the 50 he'd entered the house with. He laid down the large slab he'd been holding, and walked over to a pile, that could easily have doubled the roof piece in size, likely from another building aswell. Then braced himself, and started lifting with the force, making even more noise, it revealed two commandos, hidden in a crevice under the pile. Two commandos rushed in, and grabbed the, dragging them out. Another had his leg trapped under a piece of rubble, and about five commandos went, four trying to lift the rubble off of him. But it wouldn't budge, and seeing that the commando was the same that had lifted him up and helped him in the initial march.


He then headed forward, and lifted the rubble with his other hand, and another commando dragged their wounded brother out. As Taramaz started to crumble under the weight, the troopers didn't notice, and secured the perimeter. He looked around, his face contorting, as his helmet opened to give him fresh air. He pushed up, buying himself about two minutes time.

#1919205 Aliit Acar | House Vi'dreya

Posted by Taramaz Laurs on 01 March 2019 - 07:55 AM



Ship: Scimitar I-Class Star Courier

Theme: Hey Brother


Wearing: Obsidian-Type Strike ArmourKnight's Obsidian RingObsidian Executor Boots (Style 2), Personal Cloaking Device


Wielding: Blood of the MassassiMandalorian Heavy Pistol




It was cold, in the pilot's seat of the Scimitar, it always was. Normally, he'd have elected to use the more luxurious TC-500 Personal Transport, it was definitely suited for the longer travel he'd taken. But the TC-500 couldn't cloak itself to the naked eye, and sensors. And he needed that stealth ability, the very last thing he wanted to happen was to be attacked on site by his nieces, nephews, brothers and sisters of the Vi'dreya family. While he'd been gone since the birth of Darth Metus, he'd still met a few along the way, mainly, Ithiel Vi'Dreya, who he'd become rather friendly with. He didn't doubt he could hold them off long enough to cloak and slip away to his ship, and make his escape. He also didn't doubt his family's ability to track him down and hunt him to the ends of the universe. He'd been even more distant to his nieces and nephews than his own brother, Isley. 


Now, it would have been a mistake to think that Isley had sent him the co-ordinates for a family meeting by a mere accident. That being said, he did not expect to be welcomed warmly, quite the opposite actually. A colder welcome than the temperature of the Scimitar ship he'd received upon joining the Knight's Obsidian, another way he'd been keeping track of his [Younger?] brother, Isley, and protecting him. It did not matter now, though, the Scimitar was breaching orbit, heading a few clicks South of the co-ordinates. He flicked a switch, activating the ship's cloaking devices, shielding him from detection via eye contact, and scanners. Then, upon seeing the massive Fortress that Isley called 'home', whatever that meant to him, he slowed the ship, and corrected the destination, pulling the ship up, going low. 


He put the ship on auto-pilot, and headed to the ramp, the ship levelled out, aiming for the horizon. He hit the button to open the ramp, and grabbed his pistol, and tapped his ear, his mask extending and covering his face. The ship slowed as he looked down at the expanse below him. He tapped a button on his wrist, and the ship went lower, the ramp almost scraping the top of the wall as he stepped off calmly, grabbing the edge of the wall, his feet found footing on the wall, as he hooked the grappling hook onto a sturdy outcrop, and started lowing himself down on it. He rappelled half way down to the bottom, and once his feet touched the ground, he grabbed the hook with the force, detaching it, then reeled it back in. 


Then, the 8'6 Sith Lord turned, he'd conveniently landed in some greenery, bushes and behind a tree. He quickly ducked, and peaked out from them, watching. He tapped a button, activating his personal cloaking device, as he walked out from behind the shrubbery, out into the open, and into darkness and shadows cast by the wall. He pressed a button, and the cloaking device deactivated, the difference was minimal, the dark colours of his strike armour blending in with the darkness of the night. He tapped the side of his mask, and it retracted, however, he opted to keep his hood on. 


He started walking towards his brother, who he had only spoken to once or twice before. He towered over all of them, he could tell as he got closer. He only hoped they did not accuse him of lies, and of being a Mandalorian Spy, a spy for the filth who had betrayed Taramaz Laurs, and exiled him. The filth who he'd called his home, his parentage, his history. He scorned them, and refocused himself on what mattered. The here and the now, his family. Most of whom did not even know who he was. He said nothing, and stopped, standing about thirty feet from the border of the gathering, in clear view in the moonlight, like a vampire next to a candle. 


#1915657 Exodus Crash | CIS Invasion of UCM's Eshan Hex

Posted by Taramaz Laurs on 18 February 2019 - 08:34 AM




Location: City Outskirts

Allies: CIS & her Allies | 50 Dauntless Commandos (Thanks Luna Terrik)

Objective: 1 – Crusade

Fighting With: 50 Dauntless Commandos

Post: #1

Equipment: Obsidian-Type Strike ArmourKnight's Obsidian RingBlood of the MassassiRomanus ShieldObsidian Executor SwordObsidian Executor BootsDual DC-17 Pistols

Theme: Indestructible

Tags: Alden Akaran (Possibly?)




The Sith Lord, Taramaz Laurs, and his 50 or so Dauntless Commandos were advancing towards the city, shooting and destroying any SLaM droids they came across. There were many, yet nothing too challenging for the elite task force. One of the arguably more powerful Knights Obsidian leading the most elite, non force user group the Confederacy had to offer. It was a recipe for Liberation. Not just from his training, and raw skill, but from his weaponry aswell. His lightsabers could cut through Cortosis. They used two of the most powerful crystals he knew to exist. And dual wielding them? with black blades, a black cloak, and the Knight's Obsidian armour? He looked like something out of a nightmare, but nothing like his Master would have. He'd been shot from a distance a few times, stray bullets grazing him. Nothing to worry about, really, nothing his armour couldn't deal with. 


Currently, they were pinned down behind some rocks and debris from buildings, being shot at by something like a legion of SLaM droids. They were returned fire, but they were outmatched by the droids, as any organic force would be. They weren't gods, and they definitely weren't wearing heavy duty suits made of beskar, and the Knight's Obsidian Armour was good, but not good enough to stop an onslaught of blaster fire from Mandalorian droids from killing, maiming, or mortally wounding you. And the droids were getting bolder, slowly advancing on their position, and as they got closer, so did their shots to his commandos. Then, an idea came to mind, he looked to a Commando, and held his hand open, as if you were asking for somebody to throw you the ball in a game of Space Rugby. And the Commando grabbed two thermal dets, and threw one to the Sith Lord, then, in sync, primed and threw them, hiding back behind the cover. His hands rested on his lightsabers, they held a better chance at saving him than the Romanus on his wrist, or the shield in his Executor Sword. 


They waited for the-- boom! --  Sound of the dets going off, and then they heard the clanking of metal falling and hitting the ground. The Sith Commander of the force raised his right hand, holding his sabers, igniting the one in his left hand, two fingers pointed into the air, then at the enemy, then the air, then the enemy, as he signalled for the troops to leap over their cover, and start shooting. It reminded him briefly of stories he'd been told as a wee kiddy about how the Jedi of the Old Republic commanded and lead legions of Clones into battle during the devastating Clone Wars. Very much the same, except he was a Sith, leading clones of another man into battle for the Confederacy. Oh how the tables had turned. 


They leapt over their cover, guns blazing, the Sith Lord's sabers activated, all four blades showing off. If the enemy droids knew emotion, the only one they would be capable of feeling right now would be fear, and they'd be leaking oil like a gutted Rancor leaks blood. The Sith walked forward calmly, deflecting blaster bolts, he then lunged forward, impaling a droid through the head, then followed through, slicing the saber out of the droid's head, and decapitated another, ducked under a droid trying to hit him with their blaster. Then, he spun around, slicing said droid in half, and kept slicing through them, then, when only four remained in the group opposing him directly, he deactivated his sabers, and grabbed them with the force, then made hand movements like one would when scrunching up a piece of paper, and the droids lifted up, scrunching up into a ball of droid parts. Their metal warped from the force exerted on them, and they grinded against, being crushed, emitting a god-awful sound. 


He then let go, and the droids fell down, still in a ball, their systems crushed, and destroyed. He then turned back to face the way his force were marching, and saw the commandos finish off the grounds, knocking them down and shooting them. Then, out of nowhere, a droid leapt onto his back, holding a blade near his neck, trying to stab the tall Sith Lord. Thankfully, one of the commandos shot the droid, said commando happened to be the one that passed him a det earlier. While Taramaz knew the commando couldn't see any facial expression from the Sith Lord, he smiled, gratefully. Then, he signalled to keep marching. They would stop to rest at a friendly field camp they could see in the distance. Better to save the troops energy for now, and have them walk to their rest, than exhaust them running to salvation that would, in return, not repay their efforts. 




They had been marching for only a few minutes, but that's when Taramaz saw it, a Star Destroyer falling, in line to hit the city, more specifically, a part of it's engine, falling faster, on course to land 20, maybe 30 metres ahead of them. And judging by the fact it was on on fire due to damage, and looked very unstable, it was going to land more than close enough to explode, and send debris, shrapnel, etc flying at the commandos. Then, Taramaz saw a small squadron, maybe six star fighters, all also on a crash course. About four friendlies, and two unidentified, possibly a third party.


Then, he was yelling out to his troopers.




Yes, technically brace was a term used with ships, but it seemed fitting. Taramaz, as the leader, naturally stood, looking around. There was no cover, and one of the fighters had landed somewhere behind them. Taramaz, too concerned with checking on the pilot's status, almost missed the engine. About five seconds before it hit, he threw his hands forward, feet back, as if one was trying to stop a wall from crushing them. Then, the engine hit, and exploded. It sent shock waves rippling towards the commandos, shock waves that Taramaz took the blunt of. The ground shook, and bits of metal, both big, small and microscopic shrapnel, even an energy wave from the engine's stored power flew at them, looking to crush and kill them. but they didn't. Taramaz had used the force to form an invisible shield to protect the troops. They stood, and watched in wonder as bits of metal and debris, and other forces hit the invisible wall, and ricocheted off in another direction. The barrage of forces ended in about thirty seconds.


But the barrier stayed for thirty seconds after, for good measure against shrapnel that they could not see. Then, he collapsed, the same trooper who had helped him, and potentially saved his life lunged, and caught him, holding him up. He put his arm around the commando, and leaned on him, the Commando was tall too, 7'6, if Taramaz had to guess. not as tall as him, but enough to support the massive Sith Lord. He hadn't even noticed the countless millions of danger warnings that had been flashing on his HUD. They disappeared shortly after, then got replaced by reports on his physical status, he had over-exerted himself, every thing that had hit the shield was like it had hit him, just trading in physical damage for exhaustion.


He put one of his sabers back on his belt, holding the other in the hand that wasn't holding onto a Commando, one blade ignited to make up for the commandos new found weakness, he could only shoot with one hand due to holding his Commanding Officer up with the other, but a lightsaber blocking blaster bolts from hitting you equally made up for that. Then, Taramaz saw the entire Star Destroyer plunge into the city, his face dropped with grief. He ordered his suit to inject him with energy stims and healing stims immediately. And the suit complied.




Then, Taramaz, feeling newly energised, and healed. Raised his hands, and a few of the Commandos formed up behind him, holding him up, whether or not it actually helped him, nobody could care, it was the thought that counted. They didn't want their commander to sacrifice himself for them again. Taramaz put up that force barrier again, and everybody grouped up. 


The shock wave hit first, the ground shook like it was an earthquake. He saw atleast one building crumble. Then, everything flew at him, hitting the shield he'd put up, luckily, because of the distance, it was a lot less forceful, and easier to hold up against. Warnings flashed onto his HUD again, and every time his suit advised him to stop, he ordered it to put another stim into him. He couldn't tell whether it was dirt, metal from the ship, metal and concrete from the city, or wood and stones from the outskirts of the city that was hitting him. Probably all of it. But he couldn't distinguish between them, he was pushing himself to keep the barrier up. This barrage lasted for about a minute, and he held it for another thirty seconds, same as before, before he collapsed again, held up by his troopers. They then sat down behind a rock, facing away from the city.


Taramaz didn't spot it until the last minute, but one of the ship's from when the engine crashed was flying towards the ship that had landed behind them, and he raised his hand, stopping the ship right before it made contact with the one that had already taken it's place in the dirt behind the CIS Forces, then gently laid to to rest beside the other ship. He lowered his arm, breathing heavy, and his mask folded bask, as he breathed in fresh, unfiltered air. It was free of shrapnel, thank god. He just sat there, resting, waiting.

#1912796 The Winter Long [Knights Obsidian + invite]

Posted by Taramaz Laurs on 11 February 2019 - 07:30 AM



Wearing:  Knight's Obsidian RingObsidian-Type Strike ArmourHidden Blades


Wielding:  Blood of the MassassiAlterra MK. 1 Fusion Rifle, two Mandalorian Heavy Pistol


Theme: Well now they know




Cold. So Cold. He knew it was a winter dimension, but he wasn't prepared for this. He had to admit, the KO armour and the Archivists spell worked wonders. It appeared that he was in some sot of cave, with lots of holes in the walls, and lots of clicking and buzzing noises. It wasn't long before giant, man sized bugs flew at him, knocking him over, biting at his face with their large mandibles. His mask quickly covered his face, just intime to block one of the creature's from getting a tooth stuck into him. The giant sabre tooth hit the mask's metal so hard, it chipped, and cracked. The Sith Lord quickly grabbed one of his sabers, activating the black blade against the bug freak's cold, leathery skin, piercing it, and killing it, he then pushed it off of him with the force, and got up, grabbing his other saber, and ignited it too. The black blades burned like an open fire.


"Great. A hive."


More bugs rushed at him, and he pushed back, slicing them up into bug sushi. It wasn't long before a giant queen came out, and rushed at him. His blades cut her up with slightly more difficulty, but nothing compared to a normal lightsaber. He then walked out of the cave, his black cape trailing in the harsh winds of a blizzard. His comms picked something up. 


"Candosan. STATIC Candosan? STATIC Getting this?"


"STATIC Stay away from the Jetpacks. STATIC Reversing. STATIC STATIC."


His suit wasted no time pinpointing the signal's origins. From the comms of the man he'd met before he left. He almost forgot the bag, and quickly force pulled it over to him, slipping it onto his back, easily shouldering the weight. He then started moving towards the signal's origins. Wading through the blizzard, the snow was starting to mess with him, covering up his vision. He wiped off his visor quickly, and kept pushing. It wasn't long before he encountered tracks of a large beast, heading towards the signal. The claws were long, and jagged, they didn't seem to have pattern to them, but that could just be the snow messing with the tracks. He picked up his pace, stomping through the harsh snow. Growing ever closer to the hungering beast, and his unfortunate prey.


Growing tired of the blizzard's block of his vision, he reached out with the force, stopping it for a solid 30 feet infront of him, just long enough to see a man waist deep in snow, and a large, foul wolf like creature nearby. It looked to be a feline, with long, sabre sharp, teeth, long claws, thick fur, and a tough build. He ran over to the beast, and dropped the bag, force leaping over to the beast. He brought his sabers down like a knife to try and chop it, but the beast was too fast, dodging, and brought it's massive paws down to try and slash his back open. He, while not as fast, still managed to dodge, and switched his blades off, igniting them and slashing at the creature only when he attacked the beast. Before long, both grew tired of the exchange, and the Sith Lord, felt his anger growing at not being able to kill this beast, letting his guard down. He swung at the beast, a mistake that nearly cost him his life.




The beast knocked him onto his back, his lightsabers knocked out of his hands aswell. Then the beast swung downward, in an attempt to crush the Sith Lord. A mistake that cost the creature it's life instead. The Sith Lord blasted the beast with force lightning. The purple electricity lit up the space around them in a faint pinkish purple glow for a solid minute, as the Sith Lord fried the beast, it's nerves and muscles locking from electric shock. He then force pushed the beast backwards, and ended the barrage of deadly electricity. The beast's body landed ten feet away, smoking, it's once beautiful white and grey fur now a charred and burnt black.


He force pulled his lightsabers to him, placing them on his belt, then marched over to the man being swallowed by the sand, and grabbed his wrist, pulling Ithiel Vi'Dreya out of the sand quickly. It appears technology worked different, but strength did not. As within minutes, the man was free.

#1907271 The Winter Long [Knights Obsidian + invite]

Posted by Taramaz Laurs on 28 January 2019 - 07:16 AM



Wearing:  Knight's Obsidian RingObsidian-Type Strike ArmourHidden Blades


Wielding:  Blood of the MassassiAlterra MK. 1 Fusion Rifle, two Mandalorian Heavy Pistol


Theme: Well now they know




Taramaz noticed a man in the corner, he had two bags, he recognised them as a favourite for transporting gear in colder weather. His mask's HUD pulled up a profile on him, as soon as it saw his face.


Name: Ithiel Verd

Aliases: Ithiel Vi'Dreya

Age: 21

Heritage: Isley Verd (Patriarch) | Vesphira So'Kil

Criminal Record: N/A



The flash of information drew so much of his concentration, he barely noticed the archivists' protection. Nothing he needed, all a man needed to get through anything was a bottle of Hickie Doniels' whiskey, determination, a cause, and rage. All four he possessed, the most important tucked into his survival kit, which held a medpac, cloak to keep the cold out, re-breather, butterfly knife, multi tool, rations, and emergency water filter. Made of a flame-retardant leather, of course. He started walking towards the man, his rifle attached to his back via the magnetic grip. When he got close enough, his helmet pulled back on itself, the information on the man before him disappearing. The mask's plates pulled back, and shows off the scars on the eight foot mans face.


He had one from the top right to bottom left from Aikhibba, and a scar on his cheek from Triffis. He had a purple eye, and a red eye, both real. He then held his hand out to man hug Ithiel, another Knights Obsidian member, and a Vi'Dreya, one of the Vicelord's children. He was six foot four, noticeably shorter than the tall, eight foot executor, by about two feet. So he went a bit lower for the man hug.


"Hello There"


A simple greeting, but a greeting nonetheless. He supposed that if he should be going to an almost certain death, he may aswell get a friend to make sure everybody else got back safely. Besides, if he made it out... all the better. He sat down next to the man after giving him a quick look over. He pulled out a syringe with a weird coloured liquid in it, the liquid looked sludgy, and it couldn't be described by a colour, he injected it into himself, a cure for the disease of Aikhibba, usually he'd have already injected it, but he was trying to conserve it. It was his late five syringes, and last weak of it, he didn't need as much. Either way, he put the syringe back, and closed his kit/backpack, then looked over at Ithiel Vi'Dreya, and at the two bags. They were a favourite choice for storing things in colder weather. 


"Gear for the mission? knives, blankets, and a shelter kit? and some thermal gear? a nice pick. I've got something similar. Though no real thermal gear. I've got a cloak in my kit, that's about it. Need any help getting those into the other dimension?


He didn't wait for an answer, and just grabbed a bag, then grabbed the tear portal machine, and pressed it, a tear formed, and rolled from his right eye, the red one. And he disappeared. 

#1905909 The Winter Long [Knights Obsidian + invite]

Posted by Taramaz Laurs on 24 January 2019 - 01:36 AM



It was cold. Too cold. The Room was big. Not big enough. Even if the room was empty, the topic that the Knight's Obsidian had to face would still have filled it, and more. Kids being kidnapped right out of their own homes, no traces, no bodies, nothing. Impossible, everything left some clue. The Archivists had found that clue, they were taken to another dimension. That seemed even more absurd. Travelling to another dimension. It was impossible, it had to be. This had to be the latest trick by the Confederacy's leaders to try and get the Knight's Obsidian to lighten up. Either way, the Executor had to see it through, joke or not. The costs would've been too great to fake the back stories, records, everything. The kids weren't a joke.




He paid no attention to the speech, as soon as he walked into the room, he pushed his way through the crowd, which was relatively easy. Given he was eight foot something, and not exactly a stick. He put his name down, one of the first four. It still seemed crazy. Infact, it was crazy how he just put his name down for this, how optional it was. The whole thing seemed crazy. Travelling to another dimension, I mean, it made sense for it to be optional, especially with the high risk. The other dimension seemed crazy, always snowing, always freezing. The pathways to it were completely unrelated, a candle, a drop blood, and a tear. No amount of explaining could convince him they were all relevant to the next dimension.


He spent most of the time sitting in a corner, paying the speech no attention, just thinking. He wasn't in a relationship with anybody, he didn't plan to be in one. Despite the comment a female he didn't remember the name of had made of him. Something about most females would love him, an eight foot, muscular, Sith Lord, Mandalorian. He didn't take too much note of it. But thinking about it, he looked around, a few people were passing glances at him, some were staring, but nobody was drooling over him, from what he could see atleast. A decent half of the people in the room were wearing helmets or masks of some kind. He turned his head back down, thinking.


The only relationship that he ever had, that meant anything to him, was with his baby Ouroboros Krayt Dragon. The she-devil he'd named Lilo, and nicknamed Dawn, because that's when she liked to wake him up. As soon as you could see light. It was hard to believe he got any sleep, with when he went to bed, and when he woke up. She was cute, and damn near crushed him half the time. Apparently he was her favourite bed, not the actual bed he slept on. No, no, he had to learn to sleep with a big scaly puppy sleeping on him.


He looked around again, trying to find anybody he recognised. As if on cue, the speaker announced the leader of the mission, Madalena Antares (Scherezade deWinter). He remembered the name from the Fall of the Fortressa. He looked around, and saw her face, enough to trigger a few memories from the battle. He remembered seeing her on the security camera, which reminded him of the four Commandos that had pinned him in there. He was then reminded of the path they carved together, the paths they carved without each other. The fight was glorious, droids were so easy to cute through. Barely any inconsistency, like the bones, flesh, muscles, etc that organics possessed. He remembered her doing some short of super force power, destroying an entire room, he remembered how he watched her get thrown into the reactor by a giant droid, how he thought she would be dead from the impact.


He then remembered how he saved her from the reactor falling on her. He could call it even though, she'd saved him with her super force power, in theory, and he'd saved her, in theory. He was still trying to figure out what would've happened if he hadn't held onto the reactor for her to get out from it. She was more than a capable Knight, she was an excellent Knight. He stretched his left arm, cracking it. It was dislocated during the fight with the boss droid, but it was healing, he was healing. He wasn't entirely sure whether or not he should go to another dimension so soon after the battle. But then again, his doctor hadn't exactly said 'No inter-dimensional travel for a month.'


The speech had ended while he was reminiscing on history. He got up, his armour ran a systems check, turning up green signals, everything at 100%. He'd got a new set of armour after the Fortressa, his old one had been bashed up pretty good, and his sabers had stopped working too. So, he built two new ones. They took the same shape and style as the old ones, crimson blades, roughly standard Knights Obsidian design, slightly modified. But, the main difference was that they had two blades, not like a dual saber, more like Exar Kun's lightsaber. A single bladed hilt, with two blades in it. It had taken him a while to complete, and get used to, but it'd worked. Said lightsabers were on his belt, clipped on. 


He started walking around, looking for people to talk to. Deep down, he knew something would go wrong in the mission, he didn't know what, or how. But he just knew it would. He had a bad feeling about this.