To Tantorus We Go [One Sith Dominon of Tantorus ]

[Desolis Kharr]

[member="Darth Praelior"] l [member="Darth Mierin"] l [member="Darth Arcis"]

OBJECTIVE: Aid Lady Praelior in all of her endeavors.
ALLIES: Lady Praelior, One Sith
ENEMIES: Any opposition.

"GRAAAAAAHHHHH!" Shouted Desolis with fury and might as he soared through the sky, having used the force to leap. Projecting himself to land in between two Massassi, he opened both his hands not bothering to ignite his lightsaber. His large brute hands touching down on both of the targets chests, he touched down on the ground. Bringing the bodies with his, pushing down his arms as he knees bent, kneeling down. Forcing the two massassi warriors into the ground, using his strength combined with the propulsion of the force leap and gravity itself. Under their backs the ground would break and crack, shards of rocks rising up joining the other debris from the impact caused by the crater. Wisps of red aura would seems to surround Desolis, his hatred easily sensed by everyone around him. Looking up to Lady Praelior with utter devotion. "My lady, at your request I have captured these two. Shall you need more subjects?" The two massassi still under the strong hands of Desolis, unconscious due to the blunt trauma of the attack but still breathing.

Bowing his head after speaking, Desolis goes to stand as two more massassi charge him from behind. Desolis grinning behind his mask reaches for one's weapon and grips it with his gauntlet, pulling the target closer. Sending a devastating blow directly to the temple of the warrior, he forces him to the ground pacified by the swift strike. Using the already obtained weapon rather than his own lightsaber, Desolis spins it and smacks the other charging warrior. Sweeping up from the ground in one easy motion, his form flawless. Flying up the second massassi also falls to the floor unconscious, spared by Desolis at the orders of his master. "It seems two more have volunteered my lady, you are quite popular." He whispered in amusement of the short but satisfying fights.

 

[Balaya Praelior Zambrano]

[member="Desolis Kharr"]

Balaya looked at her apprentice nd raised an eyebrow as she looked upon the massassi. They weren't killing them and experimentation could come later after they had the world. "We do not need them yet apprentice. This world has many riches and for now massassi that are not unconscious are to be sent before their king first and foremost." Balaya continued to walk and look at the warrior beings. She was growing interested more in what was happening with the king and wanted to see the priests for their spells. "Seek out some of their sorcerers apprentice."

 

[Desolis Kharr]

[member="Darth Praelior"]

Dropping the massasi guard weapon, Desolis looked to Lady Praelior. Placing his right hand to his chest, slightly bowing forward with a bend at his waist. "As you wish my lady." said Desolis right before lifting his body upwards. Looking around, using the force to sense out his targets, Desolis was on a hunt. Although he was large and very heavily armored, the force aided his movements. Having little drain on his large pool of energy, the simple ability of force speed was almost nothing to Desolis. Searching through rubble, debris, and bodies left from the small conflicts. Utilizing the force sensing technique, Desolis was able to track down those whom were attuned with it, those considered sorcerers. Turning to face one whom seemed to have been unfataly scratched by a lightsaber, Desolis grinned behind his mask. It seems that the injured massasi sorcerer was still concious and aiding it's comrade, another fallen sorcerer. Approaching closer to the two living sorceress he had just found, Desolis would cast a large shadow over them.

"My lady requests your pressence, I am here to deliver you to her massassi." with this Desolis reached for the collars of both massasi's robes, gripping them tightly before they could react or speak. Begging to drag them towards Lady Praelior, he didn't show a glimpse of kindness or compassion for the poor injured souls. Dragging them across the floor, easily causing pain as their bodies moved through rubble terrain and corpses of their people. Finally arriving near the position of Lady Praelior, Desolis spoke "My lady, I bring you these two. They are injured but I could smell their stench in the force, I suspect they are sorcerers." Tossing them forward towards the feet of the Sith lord, Desolis bent his knees, bowing his head. Seeming to wait for another command, he acted with an unbreakable devotion and loyalty.

 

[J3C0]

[member="Darth Arcis"]
Her eyes narrowed again.

“Our people are naturally inclined towards the force.” Mierin continued to speak eloquently, her words ringing and resounding within the chamber. “The average force user on a world? one in one million”

That was not an exaggeration. Though it might have seemed that force users were prevalent in the galaxy, the case was not so. The manifestation of the midi-chlorians required to use the force was a rare thing, even more rare was finding someone who was powerful in the force. This changed from species to species of course, but the average was in fact about one in one million.

“The Average for us? One in Ten.” She spoke with strong confidence, and again she was being factual.

The Rate of Sith Purebloods being force users was so high that it was said the entire species was capable of using the force. Of course there were the odd outliers, the one or two that couldn't touch the force, but they didn't matter for the course of this conversation. Tantorus would provide a source of new apprentices, strengthening the ranks of the One Sith.

Not to mention other military advantages the Massassi brought.

 

[Judas of Vahl]

[member="Darth Mierin"]

The Sith King always figured their race's Force sensitivity would come into play sooner or later. In a galaxy that bore truth to the statistics that this guest was spouting, their value ranged higher than any other being in the galaxy. Perhaps he could work out a deal of some sort. King Arcis wasn't one to go throwing his entire kingdom in the fiery pits of hell. The warriors of his current little army would be fit for service under this new order of One Sith.

"How about a compromise, honored one?" He started off the proposal. "My little army is no match in size when compared to yours, but I would like to see only a portion of them enter under your service. One does not simply throw everything they have into a cause, though I wish to oblige to your wishes. We will support you with manpower in return for wealth and prosperity."

 

[Darth Armyss]

As the APC drove around the garrison base, Armyss took mental notes of the local Massassi's military preparedness. It was quite clear now that the defense forces were competent, having access to, at the very least, a variety of infantry weaponry, armored vehicles, and aerospace capabilities, although not as advanced as the rest of the galaxy's. Even then, there were some things that could be of use to them, the armored vehicles in particular could serve well if allowed to be mass-produced by a major manufacturer like Rothana Heavy Engineering or the like. One of them in particular caught his interest.

"What's that over there?" Armyss asked, pointing at a rather boxy-looking armored vehicle with a sloped front and rounded turret on it.

"That is the HT-150-9 Harrower, a superheavy tank using a combination-type drive, tracks and repulsors" the General replied.

"Tracks and repulsors?" the Sith Knight asked with a raised brow, not quite seeing the point of such a thing.

"Only the tracks are really used for propulsion; the repulsors are actually used to decrease the vehicle's ground pressure, allowing it to be heavier while affecting mobility less, which is quite important for a 150 ton tank" the General clarified, "As for where most of the weight comes from, it's all in the armor - we use a specially-treated durasteel alloy to produce our vehicles which makes them effectively immune to all but the strongest anti-armor weaponry at most combat ranges and from most directions."

"What about firepower?" Armyss asked.

"We've armed it with a medium turbolaser cannon as its primary weapon, in addition to a coaxial repeating blaster cannon for anti-infantry use, with provisions made for additional anti-infantry weapons on pintel mounts for the commander and gunner's hatches" Varl-Evv answered.

"Hmm...this could be useful for our cause if mass-produced" the Sith Knight remarked, "I'll be sure to bring this up later."

 

[Darth Nephthys]

The intricacies of diplomacy were earned through blood and experience. Watching [member="Darth Mierin"] discuss with Darth Arcis that of which entailed Sith society, the Dark Lord, and compromise was interesting indeed.

She was learning much from the crimson hued woman in front of her. Those acolytes who are part of her attache should listen well so as they too could train to be pillars of the One Sith Empire.

 

[Tefka]

[member="Darth Arcis"] [member="Darth Mierin"]

Wealth and prosperity.

New people being brought into the fold of the One Sith was the natural acclamation of increasing their strength as an organization. The evolution of the Dark Lord and his brethren was something Tsavong religiously dedicated himself and the annuals of the Hrosha Gul to.

He snorted in approval in Darth Mierin's direction.

 

[Darth Odium]

Odium joined his fellow servants of the Dark Lord and began making his way toward an ancient temple. His black eyes searched for signs of resistance as he made his way toward the ancient structure. The sensation of his Master [member="Darth Isolda"] was keen which meant she was not far and he would meet her as soon as he could. However, his necklace tingled and that meant there were spirits roaming and he would seek them. He could feel his hunger to feed on the presences grow as he thought of the spirits of dead Massasi skittered across his terrible mind.

So with that singular purpose he aimed for the ancient temple and the essences it contained.

 

[Darth Isolda]

Darth Odium would not wait long.

The lithe pale figure decorated in intricate black tattoos would soon find herself beside her apprentice. Her study of the Darth Nihilus holocron obtained by Darth Odium was a near endless source of information.

Through the Force, Darth Nihilus was able to escape death by containing his consciousness in his armor—an ability that Darth Krayt would inquire of Nihilus' holocron millennia later. He was also proficient in Dark rage, Farsight, Force lightning, Force resistance, Force scream, and Force whirlwind, among others, such as a dark variant of Force healing called Dark Healing and Sith Alchemy.

While she had barely begun to scratch the surface of Darth Nihilus’s vast armada of knowledge, she knew that her focus would be in ensuring that Odium would have the Heart of Granaush. To turn him into a weapon of power -- by siphoning the souls of the dead to empower him into a God-King.

The ancient temple would be just one of many missions to find the lost Heart as well as build him a new one. Perhaps one that could very well be used in a lightsaber crystal forged by the souls of the damned.

“Many Ancient Sith call this their doom. Their last resting place.” a satisfied smile would perk across her lips.

“Let us gorge in their failure -- in their power, my apprentice.”

 

[Darth Odium]

[member="Darth Isolda"]

Air passed long unused vocal cords as he inhaled deeply as if he could smell the power and spirits of the temple. His master's word served only to spur him on the Hunger that the Nihilus Holocron had warned him of was beginning to become more and more present as he fed on the essences of the living and bound the spirits of the dead. It was a twisted conundrum the souls of the dead were bound to his new crystal while life was drain from the living to feed his hunger for power.

<<Yes my Mistress.>> Odium said telepathically as a wicked grin formed on his olive green lips.

They walked on each step was one closer to a greater destiny and Odium knew he would continue to be a tool for the Dark Lord's vision. His head tresses took in the scent of his Master as they walked and Odium reveled in her pleasure and saw it as a reflection of the pleasure of the Dark Lord himself. He was only a slave, his broken mind would allow for nothing else, but he was serving willingly now. He longed for each commendation, and strove for each simple act of acceptance that was given him by his master. He was a hated thing in his mind, but the feeling of pleasing his mistress was an intoxicating one.

The steps approached and Odium could feel the wariness of some of the spirits. This would be a task they had not yet embarked on so many spirits some of which were already suspicious. It would be a glorious day and a tempestuous night but if they succeeded the spirits would be bound to the new blood red fist sized crystal in his satchel and they would be a step closer to making Odium a greater tool for the Goddess.

<<I can taste the Hate, the power, it beckons us, but he spirits stir, they suspect.>> Odium said his black unblinking eyes fixated on the entrance of the temple as he began to climb the steps. <<They may resist.>>

 

[J3C0]

Mierin eyed the King of Tantorus, thinking for a moment.

Of course she could force the issue, make it so the entire world served the One Sith at once, but that wouldn't be very intelligent. She would allow them to get a taste, let them see the strength of this new Empire. In time they would all follow the Dark Lords will. She nodded to the King.

“Acceptable.” She said

For a moment she paused, studying the King once again. Darth Mierin wondered for a moment how long he had ruled here, how this planet had come into being. Her people had not always been a very widespread one. The Old Sith Empire had stretched across only a few Solar Systems, and none had been this near the core.

She would have to question him later.

“And what of you your Majesty?” She inquired. “Will you lead your people? Will you follow the Will of the Dark Lord and aid us in the conquering of the galaxy.”

[member="Darth Arcis"]

 

[Judas of Vahl]

[member="Darth Mierin"]

What a rather peculiar situation. He found himself perplexed at the guest's final question. Very rarely was the wise, old King surprised by statements made by diplomats, ambassadors, and other people of such noble status. The Sith King merely assumed portions of his people would be integrated into the One Sith ranks only to be led by another Sith Lord.

He was humbled.

"I serve the will of the people and their will is to join the ranks of the One Sith." He replied, his sun-hued eyes shimmering with dignity. "If you earn their complete loyalty and servitude, you shall have obtained mine as well."

The Sith King rose from his golden seat, raising both arms as if he were carrying them entire kingdom upon his shoulders. "It is law. The Tantorian Star Kingdom shall fall under service of the One Sith regime immediately. Honor our desires and needs, and you will be repaid in full."

[member="Darth Mierin"]

 

[Sheff Zee]

Tantorus, Heart Palace.

The young Sith Pureblood was present in the room. He had arrived with one of the Kissai Priests, but kept himself out of sight as some of the One Sith attacked, and killed the Purebloods upon the planet. The Kissai Priests, Zuguruks, and their King, [member="Darth Arcis"] had remained in the Heart Palace while the anger of the Sith Lord boiled. Malphas had felt that the Sith Lord's tipping point had been when the King had heard the One Sith had arrived and were harming true Sith.

Even though there was quite clearly even less than a handful of Sith Purebloods within the ranks of the One Sith, the Tantorian Pureblood kept himself in the shadows and garbed himself in dark clothing to better conceal himself. He was curious of these supposed Sith. He had thought himself and his people Sith, at least that's what their history books would tell them. But then these... Different species arrived calling themselves Sith. He could only wonder as to what was going on...

When he looked around the room, he couldn't help but take note of the beast that was [member="Tsavong Kraal"] from his little corner and frowned when he saw the four-armed creature. That's not what they call Sith right?

[member="Darth Mierin"]

 

[J3C0]

“Excellent.” Mierin said to the man as her back stiffened slightly.

She had accomplished their goal here, with minimal effort and little enough blood spilled on either side. For a moment her gaze flickered to her companion, [member="Tsavong Kraal"] and [member="Darth Nephthys"]. Neither had spoken a word, but both had served their function. Tsavong showed that the One Sith were not human supreme, showed that instead of being primarily of one species, the One Sith and its Empire was diverse as any Republic.

Nephthys on the other hand showed that humans were still welcome, and indeed they held some form of power within the Order. Both of them were two sides of a different coin, and all of it had been on display for the King, though she wondered if the man had noticed.

He seemed rather intelligent so she thought it might be so.

“Will you show me your world?” Mierin asked, her voice allowing for just the tiniest hint of emotion. “It has been long since i've been among my own kind.”

Eons.

 

[Darth Banshee]

Darth Banshee had finally arrived on tantorus, she had come with team her scientist and some acolytes. Their was rumors of old ratakan artifacts on this planet, and know the one sith held sway she intend to look for some possible old bases on the planet. She used her ship to scan the planet and map it, Captain Markus was in charge of this. While her and her team moved towards the first dig site. It would take a while, to get down far enough to see anything of use. Though acolytes training would make easier, than using digging equipment.

 

[Darth Veles]

"Lady Banshee!" came from behind [member="Darth Banshee"]'s group, a familiar and slightly raspy voice with heavy Imperial accent carried through the trees towards the Sith Knight. Those who turned around could see a Mon Calamari Sith Master, his cloak waving behind him as he rushed towards his favorite student, his strides long and powerful. Veles knew the young Sith Knight would go and try to uncover an artifact or two, so with nothing else to do, the amphibious sentient decided to meet her and talk for a bit, especially since what happened during the last attack of the Republic. Swimming through the puddle of scientists and Acolytes, who made him a way, the Mon Cal Master reached the young woman. "Please, allow me to accompany you." He said, his smile suggesting he had something in mind for her. Naturally, it would not be Veles if he had not intended to expand his student's knowledge of Force powers. Plus his presence ensured the excavations would continue without trouble.

"Sith like us should stick together. I must admit I feel insecure around the turncoats and many recent members of the One Sith," he cringed in disgust, "You understand, right?" Darth Veles asked, referring to the fact that more members meant much higher chance of betrayal. Especially the former Jedi, those were way too quick to turn on their former friends and allies. Remembering how much effort it cost him to persuade Maya into joining the One Sith, the possibility of the Dark Jedi plotting against the Dark Lord became a certainty. "But why am I telling you this; I am giving you access to my spy network. Use it as you see fit." The Sith Master said as he paced next to the Sith Knight. After teaching her, having his life saved by her and saving her in return, sharing many opinions, Veles considered Sabrina to be his friend and something very important to have among the Sith, a trusted ally. Veles liked her. She was bright, pragmatic, loyal, sane. Those things could not be said about many, meaning the Mon Calamari valued his young companion even more.

 

[Seras Goto]

Seras had been doing as commanded and searching off to learn as much as she could. Standing there now with two of the sith children she rremained passive using a medical scanner to get what she could without opening them up. Her eyes flicking over him while she spoke. "Come with me." She rose up and walked taking the child by the hand while moving. These purebloods were facinating at least from a medical standpoint even with some of the more dangerous parts. They were far off from their normal homeworld or sector. The Lost Tribe had interbred with humans and lost eventually. The rest had died out from less and less genetic stock unless they went into inbreeding with their own families. A way to keep bloodlines she supposed but it was a dangerous gambit while approaching [member="Darth Mierin"]'s location. She would have to test possibly the rest or a larger grouping but there were wheels spinning in her head about what could be done to capitalize on this situation. "My lord., there are a few observations to report."

 

[Darth Banshee]

Of course I understand [member="Darth Veles"], though they be less turn coat when they receive the mark. Then they will truly be family, and not another dark Jedi. She understood where he came from, before they showed their hand to galaxy. They where a small tight nit family, it was why she liked the mandalorians so much. It pained her what happened recently with them, she tried every thing to be their friend she felt like she failed. When mandalore made his address, she was their home world we he did.

This had upset greatly, and she started drinking more than usual but did not help. In many ways it made worse, she wanted some thing to take her mind off it. As she had bled with them, she conquered worlds with them. Yet this meant nothing to them, she felt used and abused by them. It had hurt her more than she showed to her family of sith. She kept the mask on, to hide the dark marks growing round her eyes from lack sleep.

At least he was a friend like father to her, and she had saved him from [member="Aedan Miles"] that had count some thing right?

 

[Darth Veles]

"Will they?" Veles questioned, his large eye swiveling to glare at [member="Darth Banshee"], "They joined us because they had no other choice. I won't trust them, whether they have the mark or not. You should do the same. When the time comes and they betray us, we must be ready...," the Mon Cal said, his face indifferent but his tone indicated slight worry. If those Jedi betrayed their friends and everything they believed in so quickly, who said they could not do the same thing to the Sith? Not to mention the Sith who itched to betray the Order to advance their own position. If only those could be purged, once and for all, leaving only the true Sith! Veles wished nothing more than seeing the Sith dominate the galaxy once again. The true Sith, not the Dark Jedi part of the Order that had the audacity to call themselves Sith and bring nothing but shame to the name! Hopefully his former Master had some sort of backup plan to deal with those imbeciles rather sooner than later.

Continuing the pace towards the dig site, the newly promoted Sith Master watched the nature around them. So peaceful, yet so deadly. He had no doubt the group was being followed by some native predators and the only reason they have not been attacked yet was the large ammount of people. Veles could feel their presence in the Force, creeping through the area to stay away from their eyes, yet able to watch the group. Some Sith should learn from predators, truly, for those animals possessed great patience as they stalked their prey, waiting for the right moment to deliver a deadly strike. Animals also very rarely displayed cruelty.

Feeling the soft breeze washing over his moist skin, the Mon Cal glanced at his female companion. "I can feel it's been bothering you. What happened on Teta, the skirmish with the Mandalorians. Would you like to talk about it?" Veles asked, wanting to help his student. He wouldn't allow such a promising Sith grow weak and impotent!