Private Darktide

[Darth Imperius]

Malachor V
Darth Nexion​

The Vehemence exited hyperspace and right away alarms started ringing. Sensors and scanners were overloaded with the gravitational pandemonium and myriad of asteroids and debris that was the Malachor System. It was a graveyard for explorers and for warriors of old alike. A calm move with one of his armored fingers silenced the alarms and the crimson-gazed helmet looked back at the path ahead. It was beautiful. He could feel the terror and tragedy of this place and after the revelations on Ruusan, he could proceed on his path forward.

He navigated the ship skillfully through the fields of asteroids, shipwrecks and and rocks of the planets crust. There was so much that he did not believe anyone but the most skillful pilots and those attuned to the Force could navigate this place without damage. He was a decent pilot and his ship was more than resilient, but it was the Force and his senses that made the approach possible. That made the even more difficult planetfall possible.

It was a tedious journey, he admitted as he exited his black starcraft, the maneuvering and attention required had been immense, but the place was like a beating heart. The echoes of oblivion were grand here, the strength of the Dark side was rejuvenating him, it was almost as if he had entered the presence of his youth again. Almost. It was a taste forgotten by time though and not the moment to halt for it.

His ship had carried him to the outskirts of the Trayus Academy where the tall figure now walked, gently assisted by his grav-boots, towards the destroyed structure. He seemed to fit right into the scorched and collapsed rock, the storms and terror that was the place. Armored from head to toe in a suit of black armor covered in ancient runes, a dark crimson tabard hanging from his shoulders and covering his helmet with a hood added to some mystique.

The dead were calling.

 

[Darth Nexion]

Nexion had been on the surface of Malachor V for a while now and things were almost perfect. After a small skirmish he assisted the Diarchy in, he opted to remain on the planet to finalise his research. So, at the current time, he was dragging yet another discovered corpse to his makeshift home on the planet, that being a small library broken off from other nearby structures. It was while he was dragging said body, he looked up into the sky and noticed an incoming ship.

He noticed it land near the Trayus Academy and decided it was worth investigating. He unceremoniously dropped the body he was dragging and made his way to the Academy. He had made a few trips to teh Trayus Academy and if there was one word he'd use to describe it, it was big. On the bright side, he did find a large amount of bodies in there, and taken enough that he may have cleaned out the academy.

He arrived at the academy and spotted the new arrival. A large man left his ship and made his way in the academy, armoured from head to toe in a suit of black armour. Nexion, however, looked on in annoyance as to someone obviously being here for something they sensed. What's not to sense on this planet of death?

Nexion followed the man into the academy, trailing behind so that he could discover just what it was the tall figure was searching for.

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Darth Imperius

 

[Darth Imperius]

Darth Nexion

Imperius felt the presence of a living being. Not one of the storm beasts, but something of sentience, something more than a mere adventurer. A soul attuned like his. It did not really make a difference in many cases, if Light or Dark sider, they all were, mostly, useless or pretenders playing with meagre powers and the leftovers from the feast of the more powerful.

He moved on, his mind looking forward while his senses taking in the surroundings. The cracked walls, dusty and looted more times than anyone would want to count since they were brought down. It was amusing to think that Revan was alive when he was, again or still, the details varied from archive to archive. So bright a soul to be so misguided in the end, a real shame.

Without hesitation his path led him into the heart of the academy, he felt not only the presence of past trainees but also the deaths of the Mass Shadow Generator. It was vibrant. Stopping in the central hall, his mind opened up to the place, the Dark side building and expanding in a wave of uneasiness and dread as his hands clenched into fists and met each other, beginning some form of meditation.

Waiting, observing, embracing.

 

[Darth Nexion]

Nexion followed the man further into the academy. He had grown accustomed to the feeling of death and dear that permeated the planet. It wasn't difficult to do, but it was bound to happen either way considering he'd been on the planet for some time.

As they got further into the academy, Nexion got the feeling he knew he was there but since he didn't react to him, he wasn't worried about anything, not that he'd be worried either way, but it's less of a hassle. Eventually, the man he was following stopped in a central hall, where he seemed to enter a form of meditation. Entering the hall himself, Nexion seemed almost relaxed in the room, unbothered of anything around him, looking over the place with seemingly no care in the world.

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Darth Imperius

 

[Darth Imperius]

Darth Nexion

"You followed me. Do I intrude in your domain?"

The voice coming from behind the helmet spoke in a measured pace, with a deep and resonant bass and gravelly undetones, it was imperious, judging and distorted by the helmet from where it came from. Other than the words, there was no sign of movement or reaction to the other presence, no physical response to what seemed to be another Sith.

"Though since I am here - it is your domain no longer if it ever was."

While the voice was calm, it was spoken in a tone so superior and arrogant, that it seemed to leave little room for conversation from face to face. Yet Imperius did not make any attempt to turn this into a physical confrontation.

"What are you called?"

 

[Darth Nexion]

"No, you did not intrude my domain, though I very much wish I could call this planet my home. It truly is a beautiful place, but I have a little slice of my own paradise elsewhere in the galaxy. Besides, if this were my domain, your presence is not enough to warrant it as mine no longer."

Nexion noted the man's arrogant tone, and his attempts to sound superior. The necromancer answered back in his own usual tone, which always carried the feeling of disrespect to whoever he was talking to. There was no waver in his voice, he was entirely assured of his own safety.

"As for my name, that would be Darth Nexion. Now, I believe it is time for you to reciprocate the niceties by providing your own name. Or, should I simply call you 'Brute'? You do look like a 'Brute' to me."

Darth Imperius

 

[Darth Imperius]

Darth Nexion

"If your claim to the title of Darth holds any value, your wish should be your will made manifest, not an excuse for complacency and decadence elsewhere."

His petty attempt of an insult was as feeble and timid as that of a child trying to insult an adult. Let him believe that a brute Imperius was, a miscalculation that none could tell a story about. Size, armor, weapon and everything people see is a warrior, a surface, a charade for the quick judging, underdeveloped beings that roamed the Galaxy and claimed pieces of a power they barely understood.

"I am Darth Imperius. Is there a reason you followed me here or did you just feel compelled to come before me to worship me?"

 

[Darth Nexion]

At his final sentence, Nexion suddenly burst into pure laughter as if he had heard the funniest joke ever told in history.

"Oh, wow. I never would have guessed you had such an inflated ego that you believe others would bow down to you at your mere presence. I tell you 'Brute', I haven't had a good laugh like that in so long. I thank you for that."

Nexion caught his breath after his big laugh before addressing the other Sith once more.

"Now, as for why I decided to follow you, I felt your presence as you landed outside the academy. It's not every day that someone decides to visit Malachor V, so I was curious who decided to come here. So please, what brings you to this little paradise?"

Nexion kept his smile, it never faultered. To most, it was almost creepy how his smirk never seemed to fade from his face.

Darth Imperius