Xevek Nekonis
From The Shadows
OOC Thread
The Shadows had been still for an age, the beings that had adopted the creed of subtly laying in a dormant slumber even as they prowled the galaxy in their public personas. Fear that had once stung at the hearts of those in the know, fear that drove them to flinch at every shift of movement within darkness, had begun to fade as the terrified whispers changed into rumour which, themselves, had begun to die off. However, slumber did not mean death, and, now, that slumber was coming to an end. Shadows around the galaxy were awakening and stirring, gathering towards Silver Jedi space as the call went out to one an all.
How long had it been since the call had lost been made? Years? But, now, the wait was no longer. Unseen, unheard and unnoticed the galaxy across, the shadow clad individuals were being pushed to action once more. They were everywhere and yet nowhere, but, now, the motto that had been branded upon them had meaning once more. The galaxy should have shook in fear as the hidden forces of Darkness were roused, but, as was their nature, the galaxy would not shake for none would know of their actions before it was too late. The Sith Assassins were back. Death, War, Conquest and Famine leading the charge, the Horseman Council acting once more as the spear head of their underlings.
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Assassin Rooms, The Black Adder, Nar Shaddaa
Two Galactic Standard Weeks Earlier
Sitting in a stylish and soundproofed room, decorated with glass fixtures and leather sofas, was Darth Lykos - The White Assassin and Aspect of Conquest within the Sith Assassins. Clad only in his rudimentary, leather armour, his cloak tossed to one side for he had no need to play a role as none were with him, the Iridonia born Zabrak was pouring over report after report that he had lay, scattered, across a large, glass table. Next to the flimsiplast and datapads, his durasteel sabre, a unique item amidst a galaxy of lightsabers, rested next to a half-drunk tumbler of vanilla extract.
The reports before him detailed a collection of rumours and whispers as to a hidden Library space station under the ownership of the Silver Jedi and a holocron supposedly contained within a high security vault. The reason that the rumours had drawn the Zabrak's attention was simply. The holocron was rumoured to have belonged to a Sith Assassin Cult active during the Four Hundred Year Darkness. The fact that this holocron contained knowledge from the age of non-information was interesting enough, but, it supposedly containing knowledge from a long dead Sith Cult that had held the same focus as the Sith Assassins was enough to fully capture his focus and make him desire to have it - for himself and the Assassins.
However, the only problem he had found with that desire was that, despite his searching and a vast underground network, he had not been able to find any information on what defenses may be active within the station nor where it could be located. That was what had lead to his current pursuit of tracking down the origin of the rumours that had first caught his attention.
Eventually, he would lean back in his seat, a feral smirk pulling at scarred lips and twisting his disfigured face into something darker, as a sense of victory bloomed within him. Ossus. Home to a Jedi Temple and what near amounted to a fortress surrounding it. That was the origin and where he would, hopefully, find the information he so desired. The only hiccup he could see was that he would be incapable of performing the infiltration alone - well, he could, but it would not be easy. However, he did have a resource at his fingertips that had been long since dormant and it was about time that they would awaken. The Sith Assassins would make their active return to the galaxy at last.
"Gvibr." The single word would serve to summon a cloaked female from the shadows behind him as she strode forwards to stand at his side. "Contact the Council. Make sure they now I wish to speak to them all."
With a silent bow, Gvibr would leave on quiet footsteps to do as her Master had commanded as the Zabrak himself returned to his work. This time, however, he was researching the defenses on Ossus, readying a pitch to the Pale, Red and Black Assassins.
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Soon after a holocall would go out to every Assassin across the galaxy. Upon answering, they would be greeted with the appearance of a silhouette of a head as the figure spoke in a voice that was clearly scrambled to hide even their gender.
"The Assassins have been asleep. But, no more. It is time that we of the Shadows strike back at the Light, teach them to fear what they do not know and cannot see. Ossus, under the control of the Silvers, will be our target. We will launch our assault in a week and six days, Galactic Standard, at 0500 Ossus time. Coordinates, galactic and planetary, as to a meeting location as well as the time of the meet will be transmitted to you, plans will be discussed there. Remember: Nowhere, but Everywhere." Sure enough, the call would end and the Assassins would receive a message right after, detailing the promised location where the plan for the assault would be discussed.
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Adega System, Near the Moon of Mim, Unnamed Phasma Class Infiltrator
0447 Ossus Time, Present
Objective: Team B
Stood before the holocommunicator at the back of his ship, Darth Lykos was prepared for combat as he awaited the check in of the Assassins. He wore no armour beyond his rudimentary leather armour and the cloak atop of it. Nor did he bear any unique weapons beyond the poison tipped throwing needles at his waist. His preparations were solely within the Force, proving why he was one of the Council of Assassins. Through the combined use of Force Stealth, Quey'tek and even Art of the Small, he might not even have a Presence within the Force; even his intentions were prevented from being broadcasted through the mask created through Quey'tek.
Behind him, Gvibr stood, his Shadow and loyal Hand, the cloak she had worn at The Black Adder still draped across her shoulders and a porcelain mask covering her face, hiding her features.
He held no worry about whether or not his ship would be detected. After all, the Phamas had been created for the sole purposes of stealth and speed and not much else. Outfitted with a variety of stealth systems, the most impressive of which was the Stygium powered Cloaking, it was hard for the Phasma to be detected at the best of times. And, currently, every system was running at full strength in preperation for a smooth and unnoticed entry of Ossus' atmosphere. After all, why would one go in, guns blazing, when it was of greater benefit to ensure that you were never seen, never noticed, until the last moment.
Soon, the Assassins would be assigned their objectives and their assault upon the Jedi Temple on Ossus would begin. Soon, the Shadows of the Galaxy would awake.
The Shadows had been still for an age, the beings that had adopted the creed of subtly laying in a dormant slumber even as they prowled the galaxy in their public personas. Fear that had once stung at the hearts of those in the know, fear that drove them to flinch at every shift of movement within darkness, had begun to fade as the terrified whispers changed into rumour which, themselves, had begun to die off. However, slumber did not mean death, and, now, that slumber was coming to an end. Shadows around the galaxy were awakening and stirring, gathering towards Silver Jedi space as the call went out to one an all.
How long had it been since the call had lost been made? Years? But, now, the wait was no longer. Unseen, unheard and unnoticed the galaxy across, the shadow clad individuals were being pushed to action once more. They were everywhere and yet nowhere, but, now, the motto that had been branded upon them had meaning once more. The galaxy should have shook in fear as the hidden forces of Darkness were roused, but, as was their nature, the galaxy would not shake for none would know of their actions before it was too late. The Sith Assassins were back. Death, War, Conquest and Famine leading the charge, the Horseman Council acting once more as the spear head of their underlings.
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Assassin Rooms, The Black Adder, Nar Shaddaa
Two Galactic Standard Weeks Earlier
Sitting in a stylish and soundproofed room, decorated with glass fixtures and leather sofas, was Darth Lykos - The White Assassin and Aspect of Conquest within the Sith Assassins. Clad only in his rudimentary, leather armour, his cloak tossed to one side for he had no need to play a role as none were with him, the Iridonia born Zabrak was pouring over report after report that he had lay, scattered, across a large, glass table. Next to the flimsiplast and datapads, his durasteel sabre, a unique item amidst a galaxy of lightsabers, rested next to a half-drunk tumbler of vanilla extract.
The reports before him detailed a collection of rumours and whispers as to a hidden Library space station under the ownership of the Silver Jedi and a holocron supposedly contained within a high security vault. The reason that the rumours had drawn the Zabrak's attention was simply. The holocron was rumoured to have belonged to a Sith Assassin Cult active during the Four Hundred Year Darkness. The fact that this holocron contained knowledge from the age of non-information was interesting enough, but, it supposedly containing knowledge from a long dead Sith Cult that had held the same focus as the Sith Assassins was enough to fully capture his focus and make him desire to have it - for himself and the Assassins.
However, the only problem he had found with that desire was that, despite his searching and a vast underground network, he had not been able to find any information on what defenses may be active within the station nor where it could be located. That was what had lead to his current pursuit of tracking down the origin of the rumours that had first caught his attention.
Eventually, he would lean back in his seat, a feral smirk pulling at scarred lips and twisting his disfigured face into something darker, as a sense of victory bloomed within him. Ossus. Home to a Jedi Temple and what near amounted to a fortress surrounding it. That was the origin and where he would, hopefully, find the information he so desired. The only hiccup he could see was that he would be incapable of performing the infiltration alone - well, he could, but it would not be easy. However, he did have a resource at his fingertips that had been long since dormant and it was about time that they would awaken. The Sith Assassins would make their active return to the galaxy at last.
"Gvibr." The single word would serve to summon a cloaked female from the shadows behind him as she strode forwards to stand at his side. "Contact the Council. Make sure they now I wish to speak to them all."
With a silent bow, Gvibr would leave on quiet footsteps to do as her Master had commanded as the Zabrak himself returned to his work. This time, however, he was researching the defenses on Ossus, readying a pitch to the Pale, Red and Black Assassins.
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Soon after a holocall would go out to every Assassin across the galaxy. Upon answering, they would be greeted with the appearance of a silhouette of a head as the figure spoke in a voice that was clearly scrambled to hide even their gender.
"The Assassins have been asleep. But, no more. It is time that we of the Shadows strike back at the Light, teach them to fear what they do not know and cannot see. Ossus, under the control of the Silvers, will be our target. We will launch our assault in a week and six days, Galactic Standard, at 0500 Ossus time. Coordinates, galactic and planetary, as to a meeting location as well as the time of the meet will be transmitted to you, plans will be discussed there. Remember: Nowhere, but Everywhere." Sure enough, the call would end and the Assassins would receive a message right after, detailing the promised location where the plan for the assault would be discussed.
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Adega System, Near the Moon of Mim, Unnamed Phasma Class Infiltrator
0447 Ossus Time, Present
Objective: Team B
Stood before the holocommunicator at the back of his ship, Darth Lykos was prepared for combat as he awaited the check in of the Assassins. He wore no armour beyond his rudimentary leather armour and the cloak atop of it. Nor did he bear any unique weapons beyond the poison tipped throwing needles at his waist. His preparations were solely within the Force, proving why he was one of the Council of Assassins. Through the combined use of Force Stealth, Quey'tek and even Art of the Small, he might not even have a Presence within the Force; even his intentions were prevented from being broadcasted through the mask created through Quey'tek.
Behind him, Gvibr stood, his Shadow and loyal Hand, the cloak she had worn at The Black Adder still draped across her shoulders and a porcelain mask covering her face, hiding her features.
He held no worry about whether or not his ship would be detected. After all, the Phamas had been created for the sole purposes of stealth and speed and not much else. Outfitted with a variety of stealth systems, the most impressive of which was the Stygium powered Cloaking, it was hard for the Phasma to be detected at the best of times. And, currently, every system was running at full strength in preperation for a smooth and unnoticed entry of Ossus' atmosphere. After all, why would one go in, guns blazing, when it was of greater benefit to ensure that you were never seen, never noticed, until the last moment.
Soon, the Assassins would be assigned their objectives and their assault upon the Jedi Temple on Ossus would begin. Soon, the Shadows of the Galaxy would awake.
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