Barkeep
NAME: Salem Norongachi, Sal Norongachi, Darth Omega
FACTION: Confederacy of Independent Systems
RANK: Master (Transfer)
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 37 (700+ Years in stasis)
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 6'0"
WEIGHT: 166lbs
EYES: Green
HAIR: Black
SKIN: White
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yup
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
+Enhanced physical strength and constitution.
+Great Force potential due to his birth.
+Extensive Military Experience, both naval and ground.
+Telekinetically and Pyrokinetically gifted, these being his most used and most refined powers.
+Skilled in unarmed and armed combat.
-No price is too great. Is willing to sacrifice friends, allies or small puppies to serve his own goals.
-Prone to bouts of psychosis, brought on by extensive mental trauma.
-Anti-social and self serving.
APPEARANCE:
Sal stands at 6'0", he weighs 166lbs and is muscular more like a long distance runner or swimmer than a body builder. His hair is black, short and slightly unkempt. He has green eyes, a rugged complexion and an almost constant 5 o'clock shadow.
BIOGRAPHY:
Project Omega:-
Approximately Two years after the death of the Galactic Republic and the rise of the First Galactic Empire there came about an Imperial Experiment. The Emperor sought the power with which his former master had wielded, the power to create life. Unfortunately the methods via the Force alluded him. He tasked his brightest research scientists to tackle this issue. They were given one of the illusive Worldcrafts by the Emperor to conduct their work and it took a further Eight years but they succeeded. One being came from this grand and immoral experiment. The code name they gave the clone was OMEGA-01. The clone was heavily gifted in the Force, all that he ever needed to know was flash imprinted into his memory piece by piece as he grew within his cloning vat.
Things were not well with the Empire at this point, the Rebellion had grown more bold and eventually the World Craft was discovered. However, the Imperial General in charge of the facility held off the Rebel assault taking the Worldcraft into the voids of hyperspace but not before the Prototype was severely injured and carried off by a Rebel pilot who mistook him for a prisoner.
Salem Norongachi is born:-
The prototype came to on Taris but all that he was was lost. His life upon the Worldcraft, his training, all the horrors of the experiments he was subjected to were lost to amnesia. The clothes he had been given as the Imperials tried to rush him to safety belonged to a now deceased TIE Fighter pilot Salem Norongachi. The man's ID was still in the flight suit and so, as anyone would he assumed this is who he was.
Salem soon became an integral part of the rebellion, heading up Cresh Squadron and finding that he had an aptitude for flying. He would later rise through the ranks and become the right hand man of the Commander in Chief of the Alliance, Zechs Merquise. It was during this time that he discovered his Force talent, splitting his time between the Navy and the Jedi order. He was trained by one Dargon Yotama and the Grand Master of the order Lore. Sal's power grew, he was not exceptional as some of his fellow students but his progress was steady.
Political stirrings within the higher echelons would soon become Salem and his training, he had become closer and closer with the military commander and as they fought for the good of the galaxy they soon came to realize that the dream of the Rebellion had become lost somewhere among the blood shed and violence. They made a decision, the pair left the rebellion, heading for the Tingle Arm and the Corporate Sector Authority. The CSA were an untapped military source, one which no side had thought to court for an alliance. Zechs became the PREX of the Sector, ruling the land and paving the way for an alliance with the Republic that never came.
Sal became a Vice Prex, taking control of the planet Bonadans military and Administration gaining his first command, the Victory Star Destroyer 'Xenophon'. The next few years were no less bloody and Sal's training continued in an unorthodox manner and he received training from former Jedi allies and from the then Dark Lord of the Sith, Darth Tigon.
It was not long before Merquise was needed elsewhere and Sal found himself left to run a growing military power. The alliance between the CSA and the Sith strengthened as Rani and Sal's bond grew. It was then that Sal's former life began to resurface in fragments and mental trauma that began to manifest in his personality. Omega was coming...
The rise of Darth Omega:-
It was only a matter of time before the Direx Board noticed the Prex's personality change but none could fault his leadership qualities or the monetary results of his bloody campaign. It took the scheming Kuat of Kuat to finally dethrone Norongachi but by this point the Prex had received a summons from the Dark Lord. Sal was already powerful, rivalling the Dark Lord in pure Force ability and Tigon handed him the mantle of Dark Lord as he left to settle his own shrouded past.
The title of Dark Lord did not sit well with Omega, as he had taken to calling himself. Clad eternally in black mandalorian armour he was forever conscious of the infighting and the wasted potential around him on the frozen wastes of the Sith Citadel on Zoist. Salem had his own plans and the Sith were not were his future lay, the once great legacy of the Sith Lords that came before, the ideals that they held, were no lost to this rabble of blood thirsty Force Users.
It was perhaps his last act as Sith Lord but it would be one that pushed them into the fore of the Galactic Stage. The massacre of Nedjiv, one of the strongholds of the infamous and well established Blue Star Pirates. It took all his connections and influence to gather all the pieces to tackle the illogically powerful pirate group. For the first time ever all the great powers were aligned against a single adversary, the fledgeling New Republic, the Galactic Empire, The Corporate Sector Authority and the Sith all sent battle groups to the planet.
The Leader of the BSP had crossed them all at one point or another and their retribution was swift. The fleets swept away all resistance and then without warning or care for the billions of lives on the planet initiated a Base Delta Zero. It was a short time later that Salems past would find him once again.
The Worldcraft Talta:-
Sal returned to his self imposed exile, his mind had become more and more fractured as his former life began to resurface. It brought with it memories best left forgotten and others that set the wheels in motion for his long term goals. The most important one was that of his birthplace and so with the connections he had accumulated over the course of his life he sought information about the mysterious World Craft that vanished more than a decade prior. It took many months but eventually he found it and with the ruse that he was a returning son come back to the fold ripped control of it and the army of clones that had been birthed since his time here from the Generals control. However, a new piece of information came to light. His mind was not his own, with his old memories came fragments of imperial programming.
The worldcraft was too high profile for Omega and so after retreating to his stronghold upon Exis Station he removed the cloning equipment and then sent his birthplace into the heart of a sun.
The Sith Slayers:-
Omega now had an army the likes of which the Galaxy had never seen. Warriors and Force adepts of the highest calibre bent the knee to their Elder and he put them to good use. He began to work to strengthen his military might and although he was loathed to do so took on a job from the Grand Vizier of the Empire. The job was simple, kill the Baron of the Empire Soontir Fel, his family and all that could bear witness.
Omega lived up to his end but he was in this for more than credits, he had his eyes set upon something far more substantial. All it took was a visor recording of the massacre, the right words said here and there and suddenly a Legend of the Empire was being slain by his own leaders. The price for Omega's silence was steep and upon the Imperial Outpost Sal named his price: An Imperial Star Destroyer.
This ship, along with a portion of the Katana Fleet provided by Talon Karrde and the Acclamator Class Assault Ship he had graciously removed from Pirate hands made for a formidable foundation for his grand designs. The revelations of Talta had changed the course of his plans, now he had to lay the ground work for the next generation. He had his army, he had his fleet, now he needed to make sure that some piece of mental coding would not undo all he had done.
It was an extreme and cunning plan that he conceived. From the shadows he watched the Galactic Stage, kept tabs upon the key players and time and again one name showed up: Sith Slayers. A cell within the rebellion they had the sole purpose of tracking, locating and eradicating Darkside Force users across the galaxy. They were exactly what Omega needed and so he laid a trail of breadcrumbs that would lead them to him. Rydax, TiCara Hawk, Laertes and Lis'sah Mao all made up this growingly infamous group and they followed Omega's trail right to his nightclub the Ninth Gate. It was here that Darth Omega's plan came to fruition.
The battle was fierce, the Sith Slayers lived up to their reputation but the Sith Lord held his own. Maimed and bloody it was left to TiCara and Mao to finish the job for him. The pair managed to fell Darth Omega but his death was only a small portion of his plans as they soon found out. Barely moments passed since the Sith Lord took his last ragged breath when a much younger version of himself entered the room and with him be brought a holo-recording that would stun all present.
"I always thought that you couldn't change who you were, that once you were in one mould it was set for life, the proverbial shoe. It doesn't happen over night, i found that out the hard way. One day i woke up and i looked in the mirror and i saw who i WAS, not the person i MEANT to be. In most cases its life, circumstance, that does this to a person. For me it runs much deeper, i was built this way, to a schematic that predetermined who i would become. You can't fight your nature but I'm giving it a fraking good try and this, ladies and gents, is my last stand...
"The only person who can control his destiny is you. You can blame it on your inner demons, on your amnesia or on your mental turmoil. Hells, you can blame it on me, the Sith, Straven or even Palpatine himself. The fact is though, that for every minute you blame someone else you simply avoid taking responsibility for your actions yourself. Why? Not because you loose control and do these things, Salem, but because you've never sat down and worked out how you want to behave. You think you're rotten to the core? Well, if that's true, why are you so racked with guilt about all this?"
That was Jay Mertaal, a man who in relation to time you could say i barely knew, but knowing someone doesn't always account for time and he knew me better than i knew myself. It was at this point that the cogs of revolt began, that i DID sit down and figure out how i wanted to behave, I'd take my own destiny and wrestle it from their hands even for a little while. So you could say Jay was the muse behind this, his words committed to memory ringing as clear as a bell in my ears. If you should ever stumble across the Admiral, tell him that i understood, in the end.
This isn't all about me, its about them. The countless copies of me ready to die for a cause they had no say in, that can't go on. For one to be free ALL must be free and so that is my goal. Before this swan song comes to a close everyone of them will know their own mind, will feel the weight of choice and sweetness of freedom. Do your job and don't disappoint me, there is more at stake than you know my friends.
"You're probably wondering why i let this happen. As you have no doubt found out I'm not without any means of protecting myself, truth be told you'd already be dead right now if that were my hearts desire. You were chosen because you are capable, i cannot guarantee that what they put in my mind will allow me to sit by idly and allow you to kill me but don't worry i have made preparations should the programming prove too strong for me to combat even marginally. The path i have taken in life has been hard, it has been dark and i have done many terrible things, but always did i see the bigger scope of things. This is my failure, i looked at the bigger picture so much i lost sight of the people that make it what it is. Now...my demands..." .
"Don't worry, Ladies, I'm very much dead I can assure you..." The holo of Norongachi said, with an eireely knowing smile. "As i said...my demands, the man you see before you is...well i suppose you could call him my son. He is a clone of myself but with one crucial change. He is free, his mind is untainted by layer upon layer of subconscious programming. He is my heir, the one to lead my siblings into a new future, one where we can choose our own enemies and step fourth from the dark cloud that i have brought upon us all and maybe...heh...maybe one day i can be remembered as more than a butcher and a mad man.
YOU TiCara Hawk, Witch of Dathomir, are to make sure he is kept safe, to make sure they are all kept safe. This is why i brought you here, this is why i am dead, you must get them safely into the service of the Republic, turn the weapons of the Empire against them and wipe them from every frakking star in the Universe. I couldn't do it, no one would have trusted me and with very good reason....i was a liability, my actions couldn't be trusted because who could say if they were mine of some line of code tucked away in my subconscious? So yes, all my assets pass to Sal there, my son, my heir and the one decent thing i have ever given to the Galaxy. Lead him to the Republic, let him stand for good and justice and marvel at what expert geneticists accomplished and the Omega Series lays wastes to all that stand in the way of Democracy!"
"I should mention that if you don't comply with my demands i have Ten Dreadnaughts in orbit and over two hundred Omega Series Clones, each as powerful as myself in the Force and combat, surrounding your position ready to move should you decline. I don't think you will Ms Hawk but...i never leave anything to chance. Farewell, and thank you"
The Heir and the Republic:-
TiCara was true to her word and the son of Omega became part of the Alliance, he and his brothers fought many battles side by side with the former Sith Slayers. Sal began training the Dathomir Witch in the Force and leading his armies against the enemies of the Alliance. They assaulted the home world of the Sith, Zoist, and after a hard fought battle managed to procure schematics for a new and powerful Darkside solider the current Dark Lord had conceived.
Sal became more accepted by his peers, even forming a some what turbulent relationship with Lis'ah Mao as they journeyed together. To say it was a passionate affair would be a very serious understatement. They never saw their "will they wont they" romance come to fruition as the secondary stage of Omega's plans were set in motion.
The younger clone was now heavily enmeshed within the Alliance Military, he had his fleet and his army, he was trusted and noted for his leadership and battle prowess. All it took was a switch to be flicked and the dormant personality of Darth Omega began to surface. Sal was not a slave to his father however and he had suspected treachery, with a push of a button he wiped out all but one ship, The Hand of Fate, in his fathers fleet and with it the army of Clones there in.
The clone failed but in the battle Omega was grievously wounded. Hunted, alone and injured beyond the capabilies of his enhanced body he submitted himself to stasis and the whims of the ships unpredictable A.I.
SHIP:
The Hand of Fate
THE FORCE:
Apprentice Level:
Knight Level:
Combustion
Drain Knowledge
Master Level:
Pyrokinesis
Telekinesis
Tutaminis
Danger Sense
Force Jump
Sense Force User
Telepathy
Combat Sense
Life Sense
Control Level: 3/3
Alter Level: 3/3
Sense Level: 3/3
SABER SKILLS:
Lightsaber Combat
Advanced Lightsaber Combat
Skilled Lightsaber Combat
Masterful Lightsaber Combat
ASSETS:
Emah
KILLS:
Matrim Nox, http://sithlore75146.yuku.com/topic/883/Cheating-death-and-seeking-answers?page=4#.U0ZbzVVdWLU
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
N/A
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ROLE-PLAYS:
http://sithlore75146.yuku.com/reply/84816/t/Wrath-Closed-.html#reply-84816
http://sithlore75146.yuku.com/topic/6944#.U0ZdmVVdWLU
http://sithlore75146.yuku.com/topic/6370#.U0ZdzVVdWLU
http://sithlore75146.yuku.com/topic/7406/Mentor-Status-Applications#.U0Zd-1VdWLU
FACTION: Confederacy of Independent Systems
RANK: Master (Transfer)
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 37 (700+ Years in stasis)
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 6'0"
WEIGHT: 166lbs
EYES: Green
HAIR: Black
SKIN: White
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yup
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
+Enhanced physical strength and constitution.
+Great Force potential due to his birth.
+Extensive Military Experience, both naval and ground.
+Telekinetically and Pyrokinetically gifted, these being his most used and most refined powers.
+Skilled in unarmed and armed combat.
-No price is too great. Is willing to sacrifice friends, allies or small puppies to serve his own goals.
-Prone to bouts of psychosis, brought on by extensive mental trauma.
-Anti-social and self serving.
APPEARANCE:
Sal stands at 6'0", he weighs 166lbs and is muscular more like a long distance runner or swimmer than a body builder. His hair is black, short and slightly unkempt. He has green eyes, a rugged complexion and an almost constant 5 o'clock shadow.
BIOGRAPHY:
Project Omega:-
Approximately Two years after the death of the Galactic Republic and the rise of the First Galactic Empire there came about an Imperial Experiment. The Emperor sought the power with which his former master had wielded, the power to create life. Unfortunately the methods via the Force alluded him. He tasked his brightest research scientists to tackle this issue. They were given one of the illusive Worldcrafts by the Emperor to conduct their work and it took a further Eight years but they succeeded. One being came from this grand and immoral experiment. The code name they gave the clone was OMEGA-01. The clone was heavily gifted in the Force, all that he ever needed to know was flash imprinted into his memory piece by piece as he grew within his cloning vat.
Things were not well with the Empire at this point, the Rebellion had grown more bold and eventually the World Craft was discovered. However, the Imperial General in charge of the facility held off the Rebel assault taking the Worldcraft into the voids of hyperspace but not before the Prototype was severely injured and carried off by a Rebel pilot who mistook him for a prisoner.
Salem Norongachi is born:-
The prototype came to on Taris but all that he was was lost. His life upon the Worldcraft, his training, all the horrors of the experiments he was subjected to were lost to amnesia. The clothes he had been given as the Imperials tried to rush him to safety belonged to a now deceased TIE Fighter pilot Salem Norongachi. The man's ID was still in the flight suit and so, as anyone would he assumed this is who he was.
Salem soon became an integral part of the rebellion, heading up Cresh Squadron and finding that he had an aptitude for flying. He would later rise through the ranks and become the right hand man of the Commander in Chief of the Alliance, Zechs Merquise. It was during this time that he discovered his Force talent, splitting his time between the Navy and the Jedi order. He was trained by one Dargon Yotama and the Grand Master of the order Lore. Sal's power grew, he was not exceptional as some of his fellow students but his progress was steady.
Political stirrings within the higher echelons would soon become Salem and his training, he had become closer and closer with the military commander and as they fought for the good of the galaxy they soon came to realize that the dream of the Rebellion had become lost somewhere among the blood shed and violence. They made a decision, the pair left the rebellion, heading for the Tingle Arm and the Corporate Sector Authority. The CSA were an untapped military source, one which no side had thought to court for an alliance. Zechs became the PREX of the Sector, ruling the land and paving the way for an alliance with the Republic that never came.
Sal became a Vice Prex, taking control of the planet Bonadans military and Administration gaining his first command, the Victory Star Destroyer 'Xenophon'. The next few years were no less bloody and Sal's training continued in an unorthodox manner and he received training from former Jedi allies and from the then Dark Lord of the Sith, Darth Tigon.
It was not long before Merquise was needed elsewhere and Sal found himself left to run a growing military power. The alliance between the CSA and the Sith strengthened as Rani and Sal's bond grew. It was then that Sal's former life began to resurface in fragments and mental trauma that began to manifest in his personality. Omega was coming...
The rise of Darth Omega:-
It was only a matter of time before the Direx Board noticed the Prex's personality change but none could fault his leadership qualities or the monetary results of his bloody campaign. It took the scheming Kuat of Kuat to finally dethrone Norongachi but by this point the Prex had received a summons from the Dark Lord. Sal was already powerful, rivalling the Dark Lord in pure Force ability and Tigon handed him the mantle of Dark Lord as he left to settle his own shrouded past.
The title of Dark Lord did not sit well with Omega, as he had taken to calling himself. Clad eternally in black mandalorian armour he was forever conscious of the infighting and the wasted potential around him on the frozen wastes of the Sith Citadel on Zoist. Salem had his own plans and the Sith were not were his future lay, the once great legacy of the Sith Lords that came before, the ideals that they held, were no lost to this rabble of blood thirsty Force Users.
It was perhaps his last act as Sith Lord but it would be one that pushed them into the fore of the Galactic Stage. The massacre of Nedjiv, one of the strongholds of the infamous and well established Blue Star Pirates. It took all his connections and influence to gather all the pieces to tackle the illogically powerful pirate group. For the first time ever all the great powers were aligned against a single adversary, the fledgeling New Republic, the Galactic Empire, The Corporate Sector Authority and the Sith all sent battle groups to the planet.
The Leader of the BSP had crossed them all at one point or another and their retribution was swift. The fleets swept away all resistance and then without warning or care for the billions of lives on the planet initiated a Base Delta Zero. It was a short time later that Salems past would find him once again.
The Worldcraft Talta:-
Sal returned to his self imposed exile, his mind had become more and more fractured as his former life began to resurface. It brought with it memories best left forgotten and others that set the wheels in motion for his long term goals. The most important one was that of his birthplace and so with the connections he had accumulated over the course of his life he sought information about the mysterious World Craft that vanished more than a decade prior. It took many months but eventually he found it and with the ruse that he was a returning son come back to the fold ripped control of it and the army of clones that had been birthed since his time here from the Generals control. However, a new piece of information came to light. His mind was not his own, with his old memories came fragments of imperial programming.
The worldcraft was too high profile for Omega and so after retreating to his stronghold upon Exis Station he removed the cloning equipment and then sent his birthplace into the heart of a sun.
The Sith Slayers:-
Omega now had an army the likes of which the Galaxy had never seen. Warriors and Force adepts of the highest calibre bent the knee to their Elder and he put them to good use. He began to work to strengthen his military might and although he was loathed to do so took on a job from the Grand Vizier of the Empire. The job was simple, kill the Baron of the Empire Soontir Fel, his family and all that could bear witness.
Omega lived up to his end but he was in this for more than credits, he had his eyes set upon something far more substantial. All it took was a visor recording of the massacre, the right words said here and there and suddenly a Legend of the Empire was being slain by his own leaders. The price for Omega's silence was steep and upon the Imperial Outpost Sal named his price: An Imperial Star Destroyer.
This ship, along with a portion of the Katana Fleet provided by Talon Karrde and the Acclamator Class Assault Ship he had graciously removed from Pirate hands made for a formidable foundation for his grand designs. The revelations of Talta had changed the course of his plans, now he had to lay the ground work for the next generation. He had his army, he had his fleet, now he needed to make sure that some piece of mental coding would not undo all he had done.
It was an extreme and cunning plan that he conceived. From the shadows he watched the Galactic Stage, kept tabs upon the key players and time and again one name showed up: Sith Slayers. A cell within the rebellion they had the sole purpose of tracking, locating and eradicating Darkside Force users across the galaxy. They were exactly what Omega needed and so he laid a trail of breadcrumbs that would lead them to him. Rydax, TiCara Hawk, Laertes and Lis'sah Mao all made up this growingly infamous group and they followed Omega's trail right to his nightclub the Ninth Gate. It was here that Darth Omega's plan came to fruition.
The battle was fierce, the Sith Slayers lived up to their reputation but the Sith Lord held his own. Maimed and bloody it was left to TiCara and Mao to finish the job for him. The pair managed to fell Darth Omega but his death was only a small portion of his plans as they soon found out. Barely moments passed since the Sith Lord took his last ragged breath when a much younger version of himself entered the room and with him be brought a holo-recording that would stun all present.
"I always thought that you couldn't change who you were, that once you were in one mould it was set for life, the proverbial shoe. It doesn't happen over night, i found that out the hard way. One day i woke up and i looked in the mirror and i saw who i WAS, not the person i MEANT to be. In most cases its life, circumstance, that does this to a person. For me it runs much deeper, i was built this way, to a schematic that predetermined who i would become. You can't fight your nature but I'm giving it a fraking good try and this, ladies and gents, is my last stand...
"The only person who can control his destiny is you. You can blame it on your inner demons, on your amnesia or on your mental turmoil. Hells, you can blame it on me, the Sith, Straven or even Palpatine himself. The fact is though, that for every minute you blame someone else you simply avoid taking responsibility for your actions yourself. Why? Not because you loose control and do these things, Salem, but because you've never sat down and worked out how you want to behave. You think you're rotten to the core? Well, if that's true, why are you so racked with guilt about all this?"
That was Jay Mertaal, a man who in relation to time you could say i barely knew, but knowing someone doesn't always account for time and he knew me better than i knew myself. It was at this point that the cogs of revolt began, that i DID sit down and figure out how i wanted to behave, I'd take my own destiny and wrestle it from their hands even for a little while. So you could say Jay was the muse behind this, his words committed to memory ringing as clear as a bell in my ears. If you should ever stumble across the Admiral, tell him that i understood, in the end.
This isn't all about me, its about them. The countless copies of me ready to die for a cause they had no say in, that can't go on. For one to be free ALL must be free and so that is my goal. Before this swan song comes to a close everyone of them will know their own mind, will feel the weight of choice and sweetness of freedom. Do your job and don't disappoint me, there is more at stake than you know my friends.
"You're probably wondering why i let this happen. As you have no doubt found out I'm not without any means of protecting myself, truth be told you'd already be dead right now if that were my hearts desire. You were chosen because you are capable, i cannot guarantee that what they put in my mind will allow me to sit by idly and allow you to kill me but don't worry i have made preparations should the programming prove too strong for me to combat even marginally. The path i have taken in life has been hard, it has been dark and i have done many terrible things, but always did i see the bigger scope of things. This is my failure, i looked at the bigger picture so much i lost sight of the people that make it what it is. Now...my demands..." .
"Don't worry, Ladies, I'm very much dead I can assure you..." The holo of Norongachi said, with an eireely knowing smile. "As i said...my demands, the man you see before you is...well i suppose you could call him my son. He is a clone of myself but with one crucial change. He is free, his mind is untainted by layer upon layer of subconscious programming. He is my heir, the one to lead my siblings into a new future, one where we can choose our own enemies and step fourth from the dark cloud that i have brought upon us all and maybe...heh...maybe one day i can be remembered as more than a butcher and a mad man.
YOU TiCara Hawk, Witch of Dathomir, are to make sure he is kept safe, to make sure they are all kept safe. This is why i brought you here, this is why i am dead, you must get them safely into the service of the Republic, turn the weapons of the Empire against them and wipe them from every frakking star in the Universe. I couldn't do it, no one would have trusted me and with very good reason....i was a liability, my actions couldn't be trusted because who could say if they were mine of some line of code tucked away in my subconscious? So yes, all my assets pass to Sal there, my son, my heir and the one decent thing i have ever given to the Galaxy. Lead him to the Republic, let him stand for good and justice and marvel at what expert geneticists accomplished and the Omega Series lays wastes to all that stand in the way of Democracy!"
"I should mention that if you don't comply with my demands i have Ten Dreadnaughts in orbit and over two hundred Omega Series Clones, each as powerful as myself in the Force and combat, surrounding your position ready to move should you decline. I don't think you will Ms Hawk but...i never leave anything to chance. Farewell, and thank you"
The Heir and the Republic:-
TiCara was true to her word and the son of Omega became part of the Alliance, he and his brothers fought many battles side by side with the former Sith Slayers. Sal began training the Dathomir Witch in the Force and leading his armies against the enemies of the Alliance. They assaulted the home world of the Sith, Zoist, and after a hard fought battle managed to procure schematics for a new and powerful Darkside solider the current Dark Lord had conceived.
Sal became more accepted by his peers, even forming a some what turbulent relationship with Lis'ah Mao as they journeyed together. To say it was a passionate affair would be a very serious understatement. They never saw their "will they wont they" romance come to fruition as the secondary stage of Omega's plans were set in motion.
The younger clone was now heavily enmeshed within the Alliance Military, he had his fleet and his army, he was trusted and noted for his leadership and battle prowess. All it took was a switch to be flicked and the dormant personality of Darth Omega began to surface. Sal was not a slave to his father however and he had suspected treachery, with a push of a button he wiped out all but one ship, The Hand of Fate, in his fathers fleet and with it the army of Clones there in.
The clone failed but in the battle Omega was grievously wounded. Hunted, alone and injured beyond the capabilies of his enhanced body he submitted himself to stasis and the whims of the ships unpredictable A.I.
SHIP:
The Hand of Fate
THE FORCE:
Apprentice Level:
Knight Level:
Combustion
Drain Knowledge
Master Level:
Pyrokinesis
Telekinesis
Tutaminis
Danger Sense
Force Jump
Sense Force User
Telepathy
Combat Sense
Life Sense
Control Level: 3/3
Alter Level: 3/3
Sense Level: 3/3
SABER SKILLS:
Lightsaber Combat
Advanced Lightsaber Combat
Skilled Lightsaber Combat
Masterful Lightsaber Combat
ASSETS:
Emah
KILLS:
Matrim Nox, http://sithlore75146.yuku.com/topic/883/Cheating-death-and-seeking-answers?page=4#.U0ZbzVVdWLU
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
N/A
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
ROLE-PLAYS:
http://sithlore75146.yuku.com/reply/84816/t/Wrath-Closed-.html#reply-84816
http://sithlore75146.yuku.com/topic/6944#.U0ZdmVVdWLU
http://sithlore75146.yuku.com/topic/6370#.U0ZdzVVdWLU
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