[New Order]

[Maleus]

The Sith faction known as the New Order had been destroyed. It's members fled to distant star systems, Mandalorians moved in quick pursuit intent on annihilating them. Every day was a challenge, danger was at every turn. For once the script had been turned, they were the ones who hid, the ones who feared, the ones who died.

There was even word they had been completely eradicated, stories spread across the galaxies of it's demise. They were gone, nothing but dust in the wind, only...

This would be the day they would make their return.
Maleus stood over his encrypted comm-link generator. Blurry images flashing by as the screen as the automaton worked arduously to establish a correct frequency. A second of clarity is all he would need.


"Attention.... I know there are those of you still remain... Those of you who want revenge." Maleus's gloved fist crashed into his opened palm giving extra emphasis to these words. "In the ashes of what remain... We will revive an order...."

"THE NEW ORDER."

 

[Anthony Wintershed]

The I.S.V Bloodfin stood still in the infinite blackness that was the Unknown Regions, itself and the rest of it's fleet seeming to be dead, but then communicatiosn between the vessels of the fleet came to a sudden and overwhelming zeinth. Word was the Fleet was leaving, heading towards the Sith Knight known Maleus, to refound the New Order, to refound the rue Empire. Before the departure of the fleet, Admiral Anthony Wintershed sent a communication to the Sith Knight.

I am coming, but this does not guaruntee my allegience. We have much to discuss Knight Maleus, much to discuss. Expect me in twenty four hours, I will not be late.

Then communication then ends the fleet goes into the infinite black that is hyperspace.

 

[EvolutionMe]

Dovian allowed a cold look to formulate upon his blood soaked skin. A dark force sparked withing the deep depths of his eyes. His ears twitched gently, reacting to his very own brother's voice.

He paused for a second, allowing the moment to sink in before slowly pulling away his dark, mouldy hood. His cloak itself was ancient in its own right and covered in various stains that shouldn't be mentioned. His horns had lost their clean edge and had been tainted by the dirt of the world and along with that, his life was in danger.

Another pause was imminent as he slowly stood up from the excellently moulded chair he had just been sitting in. His lips parted allowing his mouth to slowly take in the air around him. It was time. Time to revive the fallen order.

With that being said, Dovian slowly tilted upon the balls of his feet, his hands resting within the deep reaches of his pockets. He needed to find Maleus.

 

[Maleus]

"I will prepare for your arrival. ." The projection cut out. Maleus's own vessel carved through the everlasting vacuum of space. A series of twists and turns later and he came upon a seemingly anonymous space-port. Only this is where his base of operations was, in the dead of space. Fiery quasars burned with a tempest and planets spun along their axis's which easily shielded him from intrusive scanners, yet his current position was known to those whom he wanted to know where he was.

The ship he stood in opened it's doors, an elongated ramp-way slammed onto the metallic floor. He would seen be in the open, trails of steam escaping his mouth.

Each step forward brought on explosions of thunder underneath his heel. Platted boots came to a stop at the distortion field that kept space away whilst allowing ships to slip into the barrier without an issue.

His arms were behind him, feet shoulder width apart. His eye-line shifting upwards as he awaited the arrival of the remnants of the New Order.
"Much to discuss....."
"Indeed."
[member="Dovian"]
[member="Anthony Wintershed"]

 

[Bascillus]

If not for the projection of darkside energy, Silus' silence might have procided the deception that he was not present yet he was. He was at Maleus' rear, simply listening as he called upon the remnats of a past order to gather once again to gain footing within the galaxy.

"Master I may have some useful allies," he spoke, the title which he provided feeling much more fitting than having called Alexandra such. "The Beauty Hazard Crew is led by a dark jedi named Romeo Sin, and I am sure he will be interested in a mutual understanding of support. It will help us gain power and we could perhaps assimilate their forces into ours in the future." He said lastly, providing a moment for his master to reply before he continued on with plans for the meeting of Romeo Sin and Maleus.

 

[Maleus]

"Hmmm." The options that young Zabrak could take were limited. A mutual partnership would be beneficial for both sides. The thought of those men assimilating even proving be more of an attractive proposition. Though he still winced at the mention of Jedi, he had faced some on the past and even succeeded in kidnapping one of them who he worked to turn to the dark-side.

Still, he thought the Jedi to be weaklings, subjecting themselves to self-control in the hope of attaining serenity, 'peace'.

Peace was a lie, there was only passion.

"So be it."
Dark Jedi was still something seen as odd but hopefully this one would welcome the ways of the Sith into his heart.



[member="Silus The Psycho"]
[member="Dovian"]
[member="Anthony Wintershed"]

 

[Hu'Bawa Ting-Wach-Ata]

*Blink Blink*
The small entity traversed around the seemingly abandoned space-port, however, the sound of a door opening alerted it's intentions. It's original purpose within the port was simply to scavenge whatever it could find.
Peaking just outside the room he was within, Hubawa took notice of a crimson male, with many streaks of black in a pattern by the looks of it, etching all about his exposed areas. Was he an enemy? With thick crispy golden eyes, the being continued to eye the Zabrak, clueless on what he was or what his intentions were to be.

With a small gulp, the being decided to take it's chances, with small steps, the creature revealed itself, it was quite small, actually . . . Very small. It was covered by that of ragged clothing, fairly dusty along with a small blast holstered in a brown belt circling his waist.
"Utinni~ . . . Me Huba!"
The concealed being squeaked, by the sound of it's voice, the Zabrak may have an idea on what this being were to be.
[member="Maleus"]

 

[Bascillus]

Silus Aran was pleased with [member="Maleus"] and his response to the devaronian's suggestion. Though just as he was to respond, the door opened and Silus immediately pivoted in rotation to face the new-comer. The small sentient worried him little at first glance, however he wasn't ever against the art of killing.

"Master, someone you know?" He Said, his hand itching to move to the saber that was placed at his utility belt.

 

[Maleus]

"No... Can't say I've ever seen him before.... A Jawa.. I suspect... They all look so much alike. Scavengers, uncivilized beasts." His hand slowly descended to the saber at his waist.

"Then again, no would expect a trained primitive." Maleus's right hand shot out with the intent on restraining the Alien with the touch of the force alone. If so his saber was to ignite which pried away the shadows at his feet.

"Maleus."

The darkness that followed had a source. Terror easily fell on those without the proper mental facilities to guard against it. It was simply an aura but it was one the Sith were infamous for.

"Perhaps he stumbled by us on mere chance, or maybe he felt -something-. Whatever the case I shall await these men, but I will also deal with this... Creature."
[member="Dovian"]
[member="Silus The Psycho"]
[member="Anthony Wintershed"]


@Hu'Bawa Ting-Wach-Ata

 

[Hu'Bawa Ting-Wach-Ata]

Whilst approaching the duo, the concealed entity seemed to take that of a complete stop, an unknown power hindered it's movements at this time, what was it? Confused, the creature decided to simply stay at the position it was at currently, in order to continue it's small conversation it was having with [member="Maleus"] and [member="Silus The Psycho"].
"Me . . . Feel -you-."
The Jawa spoke attempting to lift it's arm if possible under the force Maleus was implying upon him, if able to he would simply pointing straight at [member="Maleus"]. It didn't understand the feeling, yet he knew it was radiating from his figure . . . Somehow.

 

[Bascillus]

The left brow of the devaronian lifted, though for lack of an actual eyebrow, the skin simply bunched up in the spot as he displayed confusion and perhaps a little skepticism at the little humanoid. "Strange little create. It speaks basic," he noted, his own hand upon his lightsaber as [member="Maleus"] retrieved his own. "Allow me to take the pleasure ," he said as he spun the saber hilt within his hand, simultaneously igniting to allow the red beam of plasma to burst into life with the same hum that would remain monotone until actually used. With that he took a step forward, a grin creeping upon his lips as their corners lifted and sharp, triangular canines were revealed as his pasty, cracked lips parted.

 

[Maleus]

"Don't you think it's a little odd that he just... Happened by?" He relinquished his hold over the creature. "I think this one has been touched by the force." Having turned back to Silus he would spoke once more. "Break him, but do not kill him.. I wish to see if my statement is accurate." His hilt was clipped onto his waist where the rest of his assortment of tools remained.

With crossed arms he awaited for the inevitable torment this Jawa was about to endure.
[member="Silus The Psycho"]
@LongAssJawaNameICantTypeOut.

 

[Edward Vyperion]

Stefos cleared his throat and simply walked in behind the jawa, somewhat ignoring the little creature as he walked... apparently here on some sort of business, he then found a chair and sat down, then stared at the Zabrak and asked calmly "Why have a possibly known associate break the Jawa when you can have two newer users of The Force for the price of one?"

 

[Hu'Bawa Ting-Wach-Ata]

With another tilt of it's head in utter confusion, the small creature felt the invisible grip dissipate allowing him to move freely once more, with all but two steps closer, the creature's right arm disappeared within it's sleeves. From under his robe, Hu'bawa gripped the handle of a blade by the looks of it. . . He didn't unsheathe the blade, as he was unsure of what the red entities were planning on doing with 'em.
"Break . . . Hu'bawa?"
It questioned [member="Maleus"], before shifting it's attention back upon the crimson blade of plasma.
What was that device? It sure looked and sounded interesting.

However, what alerted him even more were the footsteps that approached from behind, the Jawa released it's grip upon the Vibroblade grasping upon his small blaster instead. Frightened by the sudden newcomer, the creature let out a light yelp before revealing it's small weapon. It was aimed straight for the violet armored male, whom just recently entered the scene.
"Utinni!"
[member="Stefos Griffindale"]

 

[Edward Vyperion]

The violet armored male simply stared at the Jawa and calmly spoke "I wouldn't do that so quickly if I were you... you could wind up dead by these two if you are not force touched like me... and I see an untapped potential in you."

(Just a note, I don't know what exactly the two would do if you aren't Force sensitive, so... I'm just guessing.)

 

[Bascillus]

Silus' eyes departed from the unthreatening Jawa and onto the man who had entered, as he could feel the pulsation of dark energies emanate from the enigmatic entity. "This one doesn't seem as innocent as the jawa," he noted, his crimson blade secure within his hand and still extended towards the Jawa, but by position, was also aimed at the new-comer.

@Stephos Griffindale

 

[EvolutionMe]

A space shuttle slowly descended upon the port, allowing its metallic doors to ram upon, accompanied by a flurry of steam and sparks. A second passed as the tension sunk in before a ragged male made his appearance before the crowd of people.

His horns stood on end, rained by the foul dirt of various worlds; however, it seemed to match his dark, blood soaked skin that rested next to the black tattoo markings that were etched all over his malevolent spirit.

His lips parted gently as he departed from the stairs of the 'Space Taxi' which had brought him to his destination. His dark, yellow eyes dispersed a round of fear as he readjusted his clothing gently. He paused once more before speaking up again,

"Hello... Brother..."
[member="Maleus"]
[member="Silus The Psycho"]
[member="Stefos Griffindale"]
@Hu'Bawa Ting-Wach-Ata

 

[Larkoon Darkmat'r]

A cloaked figured slowly loomed into the corridors of the room, listening on as the projection spoke. All that could be seen was the sinisterly red glow from the darkness of the cowl of the robe. They fluttered as if blinking, as the figure remained in silence. "Revenge...?" The boy thought to himself. He slowly approaches the crowd, keeping quiet, as to analyze the area. This area reeked of the same malice that plagues his heart...Good.

The boy reaches up and removes his hood, revealing his pale skin and maroon tribal tattoos. A young Zabrak. Looks to be a teenage small, Thin, shaped boy approaches the devorian with a icy stare. He looks up to the satanic-looking alien without turning his head up. He kneels on one foot, uttering the word:

"Master..."

( Yeah, I'm new. Dragonfile, it's me Dragofiend20 from Byond. Silus invited me into this.)

 

[Edward Vyperion]

The violet armored figure then chuckled as the young Zabrak arrived then said with an eerie calm about him "Greetings, young one... I suppose you are here for the same reason we all probably are. Good, if we are to make an army, we will need more people here to the same cause, and I'm willing to aid your cause, whatever it is, as a man of darkness, so long as I can get some form of training in what you call "The Force"."

 

[Hu'Bawa Ting-Wach-Ata]

The small Jawa lowered it's weapon, tucking it back upon it's brownish belt circling his waist.
His large golden eyes surfaced upon the other fellow, who seemed to hold the same features as [member="Maleus"], and then another followed soon after holding the same design as well . . . It's small concealed head tilted over towards the armored male that being [member="Stefos Griffindale"].
"The . . . 'Force'?"
The small entity questioned the group.