Faction Fresh Sands, New Homes [HS]

[Darth Megarea]

The Crimson Path held itself in high orbit over the world of Malagarr. It was one of several ships, most being bulk freighters dwarfed in size by the Sith Praxeum Ship. Transport shuttles traveled to and from the freighters in a near constant stream, so much so that the Crimson Path had to jockey for position for half an hour before it was able to situated itself properly. The trip from Ossus to Malagarr had taken roughly a week, given the need to wait for other High Sith elements to make their way to predesignated staging points. The vessel had left Ossus with the One Sith remnant fleet as its escort, and arrived with a small armada.

Standing on the bridge of the Praxeum Ship, a nearly half a kilometer tall spire at the heart of the city scape that made up a majority of the ship. Hundreds of terminal stations were scattered across the bridges three levels, connected to one another by narrow staircases placed at important intersections. The three layers of terminals and crew stations wrapped around the perimeter of the bridge, connected to the central dais by two walkways on each level. At the heart of it all was a massive view screen set against a section of armored plating, giving a more detailed view of the outside world than the transparisteel windows offered.

Standing at the center of the main dais, Megarea reclined in a rather simple chair that had been brought to the bridge for her use. Around her, the other new High Sith and assorted individuals could have been brought chairs as well, or stood watching as their new homeworld came into view. Beyond the city scape of the Praxeum Ship spread out all around the bridge spire, past the bio-domes that provided the ship with a sense of nature, and beyond the hundreds of weapon emplacements, Malagarr loomed. A rusty orange in color, the planet did not look like much from this distance, and that was because it was not much. Megarea had found the world during her journey's across the stars years ago. Uninhabited, though with an atmosphere, the natural beasts of the world had proven a dangerous foe for the unexperienced Sith Lord at the time.

It was on this world she had decided she would build the new capital of the High Sith Order. In this world, she saw the potential to create a new Korriban, a throne world for the Sith at the edge of the galaxy. Here, the High Sith would rebuild the Sith as a independent, mighty, and noble people. From this world, the will of Megarea would spread across the Outer Rim. But for now, it was just a barren world, with the bare outline of civilization taking root on the surface.

Turning her gaze towards those with her, she gestured to the planet beyond. "I welcome you all to Malagarr. On the surface of this world, work has already begun on our future capital city. On this world, we shall build a new civilization, untainted by the failures of the galaxy. Here, we will begin the work needed to right the path the Sith have been set on." Rising to her feet, she turned towards the turbolift that served as the main entry and exit point for the bridge spire. "I will be taking shuttles down to explore the city, should any wish to join me."

Objective One: Homeland
The High Sith have begun work on their new capital city, located deep in the deserts of Malagarr. While the city is still under construction, several buildings of note have begun to near completion. Exploration of these buildings, led by Darth Megarea herself, will serve as the primary route for High Sith to explore their future home.

Objective Two: Knowledge
The Praxeum Ship is a massive vessel, a city in its own right. During the trip from Ossus to Malagarr, several sections of the ship have been left unexplored. Perhaps there are secrets lurking in the depths of the ship. Or perhaps you simply don't like tour groups. Explore deeper into the heart of the Crimson Path, and perhaps find the secret tomb rumored to be hidden within.

Objective Three: BYO
Explore the desert landscape of Malagarr, fight the rumored thirty meter long flying predator birds of the planet, or enjoy a cool drink somewhere on the Praxeum Ship. Have fun with it.

Darth Centax Darth Vastitas Terraxia Arcubis Kornelius Atramilitis Surea Natoadia Darth Sabbat Tes'Reya Hedroke Taresa Kae

 

[Alina Tremiru]

Had she been sold on the idea of the High Sith?

No, no she had not. But Alina was here regardless. Her glowing eyes watching from a corner shrouded in darkness. Yes, very much trying to play up the stereotypical Vampiress observing those she saw as prey. Were these people prey? No, far from it. But that's what it meant to be Sith. Keep on edge, keep on the defensive. Sith were Sith. They were always Sith.

She'd learned that about herself.

So she watched, listened waited. Flashed a grin to Darth Megarea as she spoke up.

"I'll join you, then."

 

[Arcubis Kornelius]

Obj: I (Homeland)


Arcubis stood with arms crossed in view of the planet from above. How had he not thought of this? He pondered. Just then he answered his own question as he recalled being too occupied with dodging the GA in search of refuge. Exegol provided such time needed to mend his wounds and he was bitter towards the event but grateful unto himself, that he survived to see another day. Now looking upon Malagarr, he knew this was it. But wanting a home base of operations, a wardrobe, a service crew and a team dedicated to the eradication of the Jedi would not come easy. He needed to prove his worth for now..Keep his head low..Offer services and show that united...This can WORK. The thoughts that rattled inside his mind would be overtaken briefly by a vision. A vision that he had to shake quickly and snap out of..Bringing him back to the reality he was in. Then, hearing Darth Megarea 's words..he would back away from the view of the planet and begin to follow her while noticing Alina Tremiru .

"My Lady...." (He exclaimed while choking on the idea that he had to humble himself)....I shall accompany you and any others to the new world. In preparation..I take it you have everything you need? A desert is always a dangerous place.."

 

[Darth Vastitas]

Objective 3: BYOO
Custom Objective Title: The Dark Tower

Vastitas was not so interested in the capital. A city was a city and he had been trapped in a room inside of one for so long that his desire to see another one was greatly diminished. While this was a different ordeal, it still did not suit him. He was not the familiar face that the High Sith would put forward, so spending his time among them wasn't necessary. He hadn't bent the knee as it was, having solely agreed to work with this Darth Megarea and not against her. Interest in running a government was not something he had, so she had nothing to fear from him in that regard. His only focus was on advancing his own knowledge and the advancement of the Sith cause.

A shuttle left the larger ship once they made orbit at Malagarr and after Megarea had spoken of her own intentions. Any other who wished to be on it would not have been stopped from joining him. He'd spent most of his life alone save for droids, so isolation was fine, though he had no problem with company either. Quite frankly, he didn't feel one way or the other about it.

The shuttle was a larger one, carrying supplies and construction droids. He had designs of his own for this world, chiefly the creation of a home and a place for honing his knowledge. Not a temple, though it could fit the bill. He would live in it, and train his disciples should he decide to take any. It would be his solitude until such a time as he was called upon to enforce the will of the Order. Vastitas entering the battlefield would be the signal that total annihilation was coming to their enemies. In order to make that a reality, he needed a place of solitude where he could gather the strength to make it so. He would not fail in his pledge to assist Megarea.

Where the shuttle landed was largely nondescript. The world was a red sand wasteland, once a mining colony. The only thing left of it was the droids that had done the mining, and many of them were long since defunct or had gone into power-saving mode. They would not be a bother.

Vastitas departed the ship, leaving the construction materials and crew behind for the moment. Before he could build he had to find a suitable spot to do so. Or, perhaps, find a place to make a suitable spot. Might be something he could use the strength of others to endure, might not. For the moment he pulled up a pair of macrobinoculars and surveyed the land around him. He needed a sense of bearing, but also to get a feel for the topography. Any sort of stone protrusion through the sand could serve his purposes.

He just had to find it.

 

[S0-T0]

Objective: Homeland (One)
Personal Objective: Officially join the High Sith.

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Soto had only woken up a few moments ago. Despite horrid memories about his defeat at the hands of the Jedi, he would stand up from the sandy ground of Malagarr. He was clothed in dark robes, and a holographic disguise matrix altered his appearance to look like a Tognath beneath his hood. The droid was unaware of this appearance alteration, but would notice that his metallic body was surprisingly clean. It was odd. To be asleep for thousands of years, and wake now with a new body... This must be the will of the force.

The droid would raise his head to the sky, looking upon a massive ship quite some distance away. The vessel was unknown to him, but it was too soon to tell whether this was a friend or foe. Only a kilometer from his location was what looked to be a small ruined town. Was that perhaps what that big ship was here for? Only time would tell.

"Thousands of years... Curses... My chronometer... It has been many years, but perhaps not thousands." The droid would mutter to himself, trying to get his bearings. He would turn to the distant town. Where there were people, there was bound to be a ship. If he could find a ship, then he could begin his crusade against the Jedi. He knew not of their current numbers or status, but he would have his revenge. "Hmmm... To town then." He would remark.

The hooded droid would begin a long trudge through the sands, slowly approaching the town. "By the force I hate sand... Course, rough, gets everywhere..."

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OOC: Upon close inspection, Soto would have the appearance of a Tognath Cyborg. Thanks to the use of a holographic disguise matrix that was placed on him.

 

[Darth Centax]

Objective Three
Arrive and Rebuild: Cull Traitors.
Tag: Open

They would hear our roar. A strong Sith.​

Hyperpsace signatures on approach, like cracks of thunder as they came into view. The Retribution and Relentless star destroyers moved to orbit, two of the few remaining One Sith Naval assets. There had been some rallying calls put out to the remnant fleets, and several smaller craft were arriving like scattered black dots. Puncturing holes in calm skies above. The organic Vong ships were the most noticeable, staying apart from the others. Finally, a third-star destroyer was posturing on the other side of the planet, like it could attack the first two star destroyers or not depending on how the day went. Not all remnant fleets saw eye to eye, and despite Centax's efforts to eradicate the vermin, there was bad blood among the remaining heirs to the one sith throne. HIS GLORY.

A group of misshapen vessels to be sure, bitter and with no real trust yet between them. Not a fleet but not to be ignored either. The communications above were infrequent and short. Old captains remembered who they were, and old rivalries were renewed. It may seem imposing but much work would need to be done to establish discipline and command. Fixing the ships was one thing, leading them another, and getting them to work together was another challenge entirely.

Below the shuttles, One Sith troops on mass descended. Old clones of long-dead warriors to fight a new, in the promised eternal legacy of Sith Glory that they had been given. Rohlan Verd, Mythos, Nyx and James Justice among them.

The remaining members would see combat again, alongside his own favored 769th Breakout companies, what little remained of the individualists. 770th Loyal Sons and Daughters, 771st Faceless First, and 772nd Durasteel Dogs rose from the ashes, a new One Sith legacy as part of a Sith Empire that would shake the stars. Not legions, not yet, memories, veterans, and those who had found their way to a better future.

Forging a new world, are you ready galaxy?

The shuttles touched down, and out walked the first of the lost legions to be, with Centax at their command once again. Burning yellow eyes seeking his vengeance upon a galaxy that had wronged them. Tython had just been the beginning. Glory was his, and it would start at the command post they were building near the capital. Aptly named Tythons Remorse. Where he would see which traitors needed correction from their ranks.

 

[Tythons Wound]

Objective 3: Western Shadowlands to be?
Tython's Lost Legion
Possibly Tag: Darth Vastitas | Anyone who wants power.

Set apart from the capital, westward, just as Tython had twisted in misery, shadows swelled and grew. Raising themselves into new Phantoms at the acolyte's direction. Slowly at first, because this was tiring and he was just beginning to understand his abilities. Seeming a young teen in human years. What the ritual on Tython had given him, and what rituals he may then bring forth, were still being understood. Chaotic connections were torn apart to the netherworld, or perhaps further. Only a creature born of that place could navigate it, and only a Kethenite could conceive what was being done at its foundation. It was a bastardization the galaxy might wish had never been born.

~Continue~ Keth's gritty voice stated to the wound from somewhere distant, demanding the ritual be continued. Conducted across two small metallic structures, big enough for a person to walk through but not much more. For there would always be a ritual, Tython's everlasting wound now at the Sith's command to wield. It felt every cut it made. In what it would name the shadowlands. Could these gates be connected permanently for an everlasting army of shadow to be forged? That was a long way away, but it was the first step.

Small rips and tears opened, servants to be raised for the High Sith Empire's designs. Souls of the dead were given a new form, Force Phantoms taking on black solid shapes, maybe a half dozen. The process of solidifying six souls to Phantoms was enough for the new Sith acolyte to sink to his knees fatigued and tired. In the western desert, two gates were triple-locked in thick Turadium, sealing the small breach in a containment of sorts.

Black skin, volcanic cracks across the form. Just what exactly was this figure kneeling at the gate? Tython's wound, forged under a volcano, birthed from chaos at the release of countless broken souls on a wounded world. Now a servant of the Sith. At the very least certain Sith would find no living thing here. If that Sith was seeking a dark tower of solitude, what better one than being surrounded by those who could not speak. Darth Vastitas For the wise might realise this was an opportunity to gain incredible powers of their own, through an impressionable mind, from an acolyte who was but a young teenager, with less understanding of the world than any currently on the planet.

 

[Darth Megarea]

Objective One: Homeland

A small smile crossed Megarea's lips as she nodded to Alina Tremiru as she rose from her chair. Through the Force, Megarea could detect a mixture of emotions emanating from the strange woman. Since their meeting, Megarea had been careful around the Sith, but not overtly so. She trusted in her own abilities to protect her should anything develop unfavorably, but she did not think it would. Not for the time being anyway. At the moment, no one present stood to gain from making a move against her position as leader of the High Sith. They held a few compounds across the galaxy, and a small handful of starships.

When they became more powerful, though, she would have to change her thoughts on those gathered perhaps.

Turning her attention to Arcubis Kornelius she nodded her head. "Yes, everything has been made ready both on the Crimson Path and on the world below. Should we find ourselves suddenly lacking the support both here and on the world below...we would certainly need to be cautious." With that, she ushered her party towards the waiting transports that would take them to the world below. As they made their transit, she was given word that Darth Centax had arrived in the system and had made landing in force. She trusted he would not get up to too much trouble on his own, though she would have to check in on him later. Other members of the High Sith scattered across Malagarr, each to pursue their own goals and objectives.

She also felt a...presence of some kind. She would look into it when she secured time for herself.

The shuttles leading the main group would land in the still under construction capital city. The future starport of the city, yet to be officially named, was marked out by flashing landing indicators, placeholders until the kilometer spanning complex could be constructed. Many other buildings were just beginning to rise from the sand and rock of the world, with construction droids and their living overseers moving in endless groups around the city. Only one building was fully completed, located at the very heart of the city.

The Palace of Damodren.

Rising high out of the desert, the marble monstrosity was nearly half a kilometer in height, and twice that in width and length. A stairway wide enough for one hundred marching soldiers, moving shoulder to shoulder, could comfortably make their way towards the structure above. Statues depicting ancient Sith that Megarea respected were on display at regular intervals up the stairway. Banners hung from the palace, the blazing star design of the High Sith flanked in gold. They drifted in the breeze of the scalding hot day, though it could barely be felt by those emerging from the transports.

Megarea looked around proudly at the city slowly rising from nothing on this planet no one had heard of. In the span of two years, she had built so much, laying the groundwork for all those that now followed the banner of the High Sith. Just as she was about to speak, she spotted a figure emerging from the depths of the desert. Intrigued, she turned to wait for the figure to finish their approach.

S0-T0 Tythons Wound Darth Vastitas

 

[Darth Centax]

Objective Three
Location: Tython's Remorse. East of the Capital City.
Mission: Rebuild. Cull Traitors.
Tag: Open

Black armor and sith symbols, some carrying banners, others walking in formation, and others still without a unit to call their own. The decimated One Sith legions were not what they once were. Having survived as privateers, pirates, and scavengers without a home. Though they walked with the pride of old, not all could walk as tall as they used. In his eyes they were magnificent, bloodied, and beaten they would be stronger than ever had before. Sonic war drums would soon beat as they once did, echoing their call to all the galaxy that would hear, and for Sith to draw strength from their pronouncement.

Each arriving man or clone was lined up ahead of the command post, forming into rank. Some could not stand without assistance and were pulled upright by those beside them. They had lived a harsh existence and would need to be further tempered, with weakness purged. These mighty High Sith Legions would once again have purpose and direction. Eternal conflicts under the One Sith's guidance. His glory

"Remember who you are, and let the galaxy know your names again!"

Songs from the men started alongside the sonic drums. The display swelled Sith Pride, but Centax was not a forgiving General, the commanders of all four scattered legions and their most senior attendant were brought before him inside this makeshift command post. A Vong Shaper accompanied him inside to represent their smaller number. Captains from the three One Sith ships above would soon join them, or face retribution.

Turning to walk inward, reinforced outer walls of thick Turadium, shield generators, and blaster cannons were fitted around the other edges of Tython's remorse, while deep inside the black and reds of Sith were evident. Guard posts and tactical stations, a barracks, and a training area were planned. Then a long impressive hallway with areas for each senior commander's private quarters were being constructed. It was almost worthy of a noble, of a Sith.

Red High Sith Symbols were evident at the end of the hallway, along with several small briefing rooms and a large one at the very center of the complex. In fact, this entire design was shaped not unlike the High Sith Symbol, with the center being an ever greater series of fortified series of circles. Mostly under construction but impressive nonetheless to walk within, its reach stretched far beyond these walls.

From the center of the Sith briefing room, the High Sith General turned and demanded to hear, "what is your purpose?" Each commander that had assembled would need to prove their worth to him, and if he didn't get a satisfactory answer, there would be a new set of commanders and captains appointed, right now.

 

[Darth Vastitas]

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The location for his tower was not one that was easy to find. He surveyed the surrounding fields of nothing but sand and the occasional stone. Emptiness. Solitude. But how was he to build it without large stones to manipulate? It might take time to unearth it. A large amount of time. Time where he would be vulnerable, and then time where he would meed workers to do the hard art of carving the stone to be what he needed it to be. Even that would take time, but he could carve too.

He was about to head back to the shuttle when he felt something. Something strong. Something awakening too. Curiousity was the one thing he often felt. He started towards the source of the feeling, wanting to know if it was a problem to be dealt with or a potential source of assistance for what he was going to do. Either was a possibility, though he suspected it wasn't an enemy since the planet was abandoned aside from them.

Soon enough he found Tythons Wound and several risen souls. The latter was curious, and something he had never attempted before. Granted he didn't feel a need to raise the dead. Interesting. He studied one of them closely, and then turned towards the odd being that had raised them. This was someone he had never seen before, and clearly a species he was unfamiliar with. What was it? Skin like molten lava. Strong in the Force, but it felt young, untrained. Untrained but able to raise the dead? Powerful.

"Who are you?" he inquired of the being. "What is your purpose here?"

It was imperative he discover the latter so he knew whether to ignore this person and go back to what he was doing, or remain and discover what reason he had been brought to meet them.

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[S0-T0]

Soto's walk through the desert would come to an eventual end, as he finally reached the large city that was under construction. The place was much different from the Jedi temple of Coruscant, or any Sith temple his memory banks had stored prior. This place was new and strange to the droid sith, but he felt oddly at home. Almost as if this world was korriban.

He would see what looked to be ships heading toward the city, but they had yet to land. Perhaps these people were sith as well? Based on the architecture, it was entirely possible. His photoreceptors would peer upwards toward a woman who seemed to be clothed like a proper sith lord (Darth Megarea). The droid, masquerading as a tognath, would begin approaching her.

It was becoming clear... This woman. She was to lead the Sith to new heights. He was here to give her instruction, and consultation on matters involving the darkside. Perhaps, she may have been the legendary Sith'ari? The disguised tognath would kneel before the woman before explaining himself. "It is most excellent to meet you, my lord. I am Soto, a lord of the sith. I was in a deep sleep for thousands of years, only to now wake from your arrival... I have foreseen much of our organization's future. The force tells me you are the one who will finally unite us against the jedi... If this is the case, then it will be my honor to fight by your side, and take the galaxy that is rightfully ours."

 

[Irinixia]

Location: Orange Desert - Malagarr
Objective: BYO - Kill the Roaming Ravager Brute (Upcoming Boss Fight!) and Other Bryn'adûl Remnants
Tags: Open!

She could not begin to imagine how the Ungulloi, as unimaginative and cowardly as they were, had been accepted into the Bryn'adûl Covenant.

“Run, run away! She’s a Force Adept!” One of the creatures screamed in a comically high-pitched register, before throwing his hands up and turning tail.

“She just killed Plip, Smip, and Whip!” Another called out.

“Don’t let her shoot you! Ahhh!” A third cried, just before being vaporized with a disruptor shot to its back.

Having already taken down four of the creatures, Irinixia watched in disbelief as some of the others began to run, though a few found the strength of will to keep fighting. Nevertheless, the Elzeri sought to kill them all the same, with her typical violent explosiveness. Letting the dark side build up within her body, Irinixia unleashed a volatile burst of telekinetic energy towards a quintet of Ungulloi, doing so with a vicious grunt as the shockwave was let loose from her hands. The Ungulloi only had time to give a brief chorus of pathetic screams before their stunted forms were ripped asunder by the ensuing explosion, throwing blue blood and viscera across the sand in the process. Witnessing their comrades consumed in such a violent display of power, the remaining Ungulloi immediately turned tail.

In spite of their efforts to flee, such rank cowardice failed to save them.

The disruptor in her hands was fired once, twice, thrice, and two times more, each time delivering a bolt of unstable energy that obliterated a single Ungulloi at the molecular level, leaving only burning ashes or errant limbs behind as evidence of their target’s former existence. When the pistol ran empty, Irinixia chased down the closest of the last two, harnessing the natural speed of her Elzeri physiology to close the distance, before plunging her gauntlet vibroblades into the creature’s skull. The last one had managed to break line of sight, but the Elzeri’s hearing could not be fooled so easily. Jumping down from the outcropping with a balletic grace, Irinixia found the creature cowering behind a large boulder. With ruthless precision, she slashed the vibroblade on her left gauntlet through the top of the air tank on the Ungulloi’s back, creating a gaping fissure that allowed the gasses inside to suddenly escape, causing the creature to loudly suffocate as its lungs sucked in air that they could not breathe.

All the while, the Dar’ashra Cadet silently deactivated her vibroblades and began to wipe the blood off, before opening her OmniLink.

“This is Cadet Irinixia. The Ungulloi are defeated.”

Spoiler: Loadout

• Pulsiva Bodysuit
  
  • Gauntlets
    
    • FAE/M-02 Energized Gauntlet Vibroblade (2) - L/R
  • Energy Shield
    
    • Phase III “Force Avenger” Energy Shield
  • Utility
    
    • Spirit Anchor
    • Supernal Infusion
• X8 “Gambit” Elite Disruptor Pistol
  
  • Hekler’Kok Close Range Optic - 3x Magnifier
• Flash Grenade (3)
• Class-A Thermal Detonator (3)
• IBIS Drone