RC 212
HUNGRY HUNGRY HIPPO!
Location: Korriban
Objective: Meet Sith IC, Assemble my Citadel
This was ancient ground. Hallowed ground. Alas it was something of an old home to many. Apiculius had travelled many light years to get his feet on this soil, and when they touched he felt the energies of the darkside like an electric surge go through his being.
Soaking to his core.
Yes there was more than just raw power. Power alone to no end was not power at all. He was ambitious, and sought to unravel every Sith secret there ever was. A good a place as any to start would be to build a Cadre of Sithlings perhaps.
Or go for a jaunt in the newly rebuilt Sith Libraries. One's that he had funded himself through selling of items of considerable quality and wealth.
Items from his now slain master.
Boots crushed the dusty soil of the temple as his newest Elite the Deathguards joined him. Clad in black cloaks not unlike his own and carrying skull masks they looked something out of a nightmare. Apiculius grinned, revelling in the arid wind and the sound of souls crying out in the Netherworld.
They ascended the step of the blasted Temple he sought to remake. Already some local contractors and Spacers were unloading material and heaps of books and datacrons. This would be his mecca, nestled into the bosom of Darkness from which he would unlock his power.
"Shall we begin assembling the structure my lord?"
He was harldy a s Sith Lord. His time here had just begun. But the faithful Deathguard were wooed by his power and ferocity. Mercs, Freelancers and even some bodies he had reanimated himself were among them.
Objective: Meet Sith IC, Assemble my Citadel
This was ancient ground. Hallowed ground. Alas it was something of an old home to many. Apiculius had travelled many light years to get his feet on this soil, and when they touched he felt the energies of the darkside like an electric surge go through his being.
Soaking to his core.
Yes there was more than just raw power. Power alone to no end was not power at all. He was ambitious, and sought to unravel every Sith secret there ever was. A good a place as any to start would be to build a Cadre of Sithlings perhaps.
Or go for a jaunt in the newly rebuilt Sith Libraries. One's that he had funded himself through selling of items of considerable quality and wealth.
Items from his now slain master.
Boots crushed the dusty soil of the temple as his newest Elite the Deathguards joined him. Clad in black cloaks not unlike his own and carrying skull masks they looked something out of a nightmare. Apiculius grinned, revelling in the arid wind and the sound of souls crying out in the Netherworld.
They ascended the step of the blasted Temple he sought to remake. Already some local contractors and Spacers were unloading material and heaps of books and datacrons. This would be his mecca, nestled into the bosom of Darkness from which he would unlock his power.
"Shall we begin assembling the structure my lord?"
"My Lord. Hmmmmm."
He was harldy a s Sith Lord. His time here had just begun. But the faithful Deathguard were wooed by his power and ferocity. Mercs, Freelancers and even some bodies he had reanimated himself were among them.
"Yes....."