Vigil of the Fallen

[Judas of Vahl]

Vigil of the Fallen​

Banestead Ruins, Tantorus​

[member="Faye Terrik"], [member="Darth Arcanix"], [member="Darth Venefica"], [member="[/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE][COLOR=#ff0000][SIZE=18px]Midas Âzanroil"], [member="Randial"], [member="Darth Praelior"]​

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Rain. There were many kinds of it. The thick, heavy drops that soaked you and plunked hard into puddles. The light, torrential downpour that could turn a desert into an ocean. Then there was the cleansing rain. It was the kind that followed the carnage of war, seeping into wounds and washing away the dried blood and tears from broken men and women. It was just right and set the mood almost as a ray of sunshine did. Black clouds rolled over the Banestead Ruins with impunity.

A lone figure stood before the main ruins, clutching his arm. Mordecai Zambrano panted heavily as the light rainfall sizzled against his crimson saber. Blood and water ran downs his arms before trickling off of his fingers. Red liquid swirled in puddles around the ground he stood on and several corpses littered the path before him and behind. Few of them beheld scorch marks that were being put out by the downpour and others had lost limbs to the glowing sword of plasma.

They called me a heretic and tried to convert me. What else was I supposed to do? 'Do you have a moment to hear about our lord, the Force?' Feth that.

The Dragon Lord sighed tearing off a strip of his tunic. He silenced the saber with a thumb mash before tying the cloth around a jagged gash across his arm. While these poor, old, and over zealous saps had the use of the Force at their fingers, Mordecai never expected them to be carrying around an ancient assortment of daggers and small weaponry. One of them even carried an old crossbow. The wooden weapon was still in the hands of its former owner, an unlucky soul who happened to only have one arm and a gouge through his chest.

"You don't need it anymore." He grunted as he bent down to recover the weapon, inspecting it with curious fingers. With a look of approval, he pursed his lips and turned back towards the ruins. Hopefully his summoned help would be here soon. He needed someone to hold an umbrella for him.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

[member="Mordecai Zambrano"] [member="Faye Terrik"] [member="Darth Praelior"] [member="Randial"] [member="Darth Venefica"] @Midas Azanroil

Taeli scowled as her shuttle descended through the rain clouds towards the designated rendezvouses near the Banestead Ruins on Tantorus. She had never been to the planet, but had read that it had been a forgotten outpost of the Sith species and continued to play host to a population of the red-skinned namesake of the Order.

When she had received the messaged from Lord Mordecai Zambrano requested help with a project of his, she had leapt at the chance to help one of the more well-known Sith Lords. She still hadn't counted on the rain though, but she had known the planet played host to mostly jungle terrain and climate.

As her shuttle landed, she could feel the dark side was incredibly strong in this area and she was extremely curious about these ruins. Not much information had been written down about them, and her academic side was certainly ready for the excursion. Picking up her satchel that consisted of her research tools and lightsabers, she lowered the ramp and pulled the hood of her cape over her head.

Walking towards the ruins, she could feel the man known as the Dragon Lord up ahead and she started walking faster through the rain to meet him. The mysteries of the ruins had her almost entranced and she was eager to begin whatever they were going to do here.

"Lord Zambrano," she called, noticing the corpses that littered the ground and their archaic weapons, "I see you had a small welcoming committee."

 

[Via Dolorosa]

[member="Darth Arcanix"], [member="Mordecai Zambrano"], [member="Faye Terrik"], [member="Darth Praelior"], [member="Randial"], @Midas Azanroil


The rain, in various shapes and sizes, bounced off the shuttle and abstracted the viewport as Darth Venefica gazed out. She had seen enough rain in her lifetime back on Dagobah and though it had been years since she last saw the falling liquid, she mentally cursed anyway. But the Sith had become her family and when the mighty Sith Lord Zambrano sent the powerful and passionate message that he needed assistance on a project of great importance, the Knight rose to the occasion. She cleared her own agenda and delegated orders and responsibilities to her underlings on several lesser projects, and when she seemed satisfied everyone knew the punishment if her plans were not met, she embarked on a shuttle and headed for the planet.

Like a wave of fresh air, the Dark Side coursed all around her, teasing her to reach out and grab it as she stepped off the shuttle. Whatever this planet the Sith Lord chose was steeped in the Dark Side, and this brought a smile to her lips. The ruins he mentioned in his message must have gone for centuries, maybe longer, unspoiled and uncorrupted by the filth of the Light Side. The war between Light and Dark had raged long before there were Jedi or Sith. And this place was a victory for the Dark, complete and absolute.

As she entered the courtyard, or what passed for one at some pointe, she saw two figures escorted by the dead. She frowned slightly as she moved to the pair, stole a glance at the dead, then moved her black eyes to the Lord and said, "Efficent."

 

[Balaya Praelior Zambrano]

This was an interesting time, at least for what was here. Balaya reviewed the world they were heading to in her implants. The cybernetic memory augmentor holding information on the sith worlds and updated by One Sith Intelligence for the ease of use. She had come to aid in whatever her services would require while also bringing others. Her special team as the four stood behind her, Elara for her strength and dedication. The teenager was developing nicely as a sith student while she was moving towards more and more an end to her apprenticeship. The others with her, the four were varied, from the matukai who had been on Manaan bashing through the Republic's base defenses after Kian sounded a retreat, to the vahla scout with fighting claws, her hacking and slicer with two remotes and finally her soldier. From the old empire trained almost on par with Kaine's blackblades but not quite... she was just shy and could use her force skills to augment her combat tactics.

They were the deadliest in sector five and brought death to whatever they needed to while Balaya walked, the soldier securing a rifle on her back while checking the others. A DC weapons system for varied needs, extra grenades, her side arm and thick duraplast armor. he marched towards the man while Balaya wore her armor under the cloak but kept it closed, she might be many things but classy and not flashing her body to others was only proper. She smiled from under the cloak seeing the others, seeing her apprentice Arcanix and another who had been on Manaan. The apprentice who had been with her when they faced Corvus and the jedi master fled while they walked. She might have to share the video of that from her cybernetic eyes.

"Looks like an interesting group."

 

[Jaxton Ravos]

[member="Darth Praelior"] [member="Darth Venefica"] [member="Darth Arcanix"] [member="Mordecai Zambrano"] [member="Faye Terrik"]


At the call of the 'Dragon Lord' of the Sith Randial had see fit to travel to the planet Tantorus. A strange world, one filled with Sith. Not members of his Order or servants of his Dark Lord, but the actual species of Sith themselves. Landing a bit far off from the meeting point he took a speeder towards the Banestead Ruins. It was for the most part uneventful, little bothering him aside from precipitation. Individually the rain was not heavy, but as Randial came closer and closer to the ruins and rain continued to beat on his back it bore more and more weight upon his shoulders, his back, his legs. A weaker man might have grabbed a jacket before heading on his speeder, but not Randial. Being a Sith meant having strength, strength enough to combat and overcome the environment around him. If Randial didn't have that strength then he was not worthy of the Dragon Lord's call.

He intended to prove himself worthy of that call.

As the sight of the ruins grew closer Randial spotted the Dragon Lord standing over what appeared to be a swarm of bodies. He was joined by other sith departing from their shuttles. A couple of dark robed figures along with a third woman in blue and purple dress. As he got closer he'd see the other two robed women had a feminine build, and the bodies the Dragon Lord stood over littered with saber-wounds and ancient technology. Not the sort of ancient technology that was coveted, chased after, but forgotten and discarded for good reason. Upon arriving he stopped his speeder, dismounted the contraption and stood to his full height, putting his crimson pupil-less eyes upon the Dragon Lord. He did not presume that he was important enough for introductions, or that they had time to waste on pleasantries. The chances of the Dragon Lord calling him and others for a social call was unlikely at best, and Randial was curious to learn what he had been called for. Perhaps too curious.

 

[Faye Terrik]

Darth Praeliorhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/1414-darth-praelior/ Darth Venefica Darth Arcanix Mordecai Zambrano [member="Randial"]

Rain fell from the sky at alarming rate, at least by Faye's standards. What happens if it doesn't stop? Will the world flood? The teenager had seen rain only a few times before, and Nar Shaddaa's rain was nothing to take joy in. It was always brief, and acidic. But this rain felt pure, and clean. It didn't ache to have rest on her skin, so she did not worry of it.

The ship had landed near the rest of the group, and to her surprise, her Master, Mordecai Zambrano, had already begun the fighting. Faye glanced around the group to see who else was already here. It was equal parts familiar and stranger to her, but she'd known some of the others by only name. She had decided to remain silent, allowing the others to speak. She was more of a listener anyways.

 

[Midas Âzanroil]

Even at the young age of fourteen, Midas Azanroil, Sith Pureblood and prospective Acolyte stood at a towering six feet and five inches, silently trailing behind his fellow Sith. In truth, he resented all of them. These humans pretending to the title of "Sith." However, the stark reality was that these pretenders exceeded his current strength substantially, a fact he had learned - painfully - in training within the arena pits of the Sith Temple. He briefly ran a hand across the scars that criss-crossed his face, yellow predatory eyes glowing from underneath his jet-black hood.

Currently, he found himself profoundly interested within these ruins, so innately radiating with the power of dark bogan energies. Briefly, he wondered if his ancient Sith ancestors had made this place their residence? Running a crimson hand across the fissured surface of the ancient stone, he allowed his young mind to race at the thought of holocrons, alchemized weapons and other such prizes to be contained within the bowels of these archaic relics. Still behind his party, his eyes flickered to them, analyzing each and every one of their movements. Especially this so-called...... Dragon-Lord.

"Let us hope he is generous with the spoils, for his sake at-least."

The concept of betrayal was not foreign to Midas. He would not hesitate to utilize it to his full potential in order to obtain what power was *rightfully* his. Presently, he waited for further directions.

 

[Judas of Vahl]

The crowd had decided to show up all at once. That was usually the case when it came to groups - they leave early enough to get here on time and they all eventually end up mobbing their host simultaneously. Mordecai didn't mind and was rather pleased to see those among his newest friends that none had been left behind or heeded his message as garbage. The Dragon Lord had long since silenced his lightsaber and standing in the middle of rain, crossbow in hands, looked more like something from a fantasy novel rather than a Sith Lord.

He nodded and regarded each newcomer with a flick of his eyes. They were a good lot, even if a few of them were far too young to even be on the battlefield. The youngest of which was a native to the planet itself and Mordecai had seen enough potential in him to specifically ask for his assistance in this endeavor. Along with him, [member="Faye Terrik"] strode forward to meekly watch the rest of the group. The rest were renowned warriors and alchemists, some of the best in the empire and it was Mordecai's pleasure to know them.

"The welcoming party wasn't so kind to me." Inwardly, he grimaced at the gash across his arm. "I don't expect them to be any more friendly now that we've killed their brethren. Take what supplies you need." Emerald eyes regarded one of the corpses with contempt, "Don't hesitate to exterminate any resistance.

"Follow me."

And with that, he knocked back a bolt into the crossbow and started off for the ruins.

[member="Darth Arcanix"], [member="Darth Venefica"], [member="Darth Praelior"], [member="Randial"], [member="Midas Âzanroil"]

 

[Midas Âzanroil]

"Very well."

The Sith Pureblood replied gruffly to the "Dragonlord" with only a grudgingly submitting to his authority. Judging from the corpses, the man certainly had some skill - but it remained to be seen how far that extended. Many so called Sith Lords (Oh how he despised how they sullied the name of true Sith) earned their position by eager subordination or slothful politicking.

With a flick of his wrist, he force pulled the hilt of his lightsaber into his hand. It was not his own weapon, merely a mass-produced device powered by synthetic crystals. Midas lusted to have a weapon truly worthy of himself, but such a device would do - for now. Eager for battle, his black robings waved in the wind as he followed closely behind Mordecai, senses alert and appetite for blood whetted.

 

[Via Dolorosa]

She looked down at the litter of corpses, her eyes darting about to find any thing of worth to take. There wasn't much to strip from the corpses, so she began to turn away from the dead when she caught a white polished hilt protruding out of one of the corpse's waist bands. Not wanting to touch the body, she called on the Force and pulled the weapon to her hand. A dagger. The ancient looking blade had a serrated edge and familiar symbols burned into the metal. The handle looked as if it made from bone and upon a closer inspection, she noticed that it was a husk transformed into a hilt. Interesting. She placed her new trophy into one of the compartments on her utility belt.

The Lord proceeded toward the ruins but she lingered momentarily staring into the direction he was heading. She wondered how many more of those things shambling about also carried treasures. Since her time among the Sith, she found herself collecting odd and ends, everything from a Jedi's lightsaber to this ancient looking dagger. She now found herself hoping to cross paths with the dead's brethren.

She quickened her pace to catch up with the group and as she fell in step with the party, her mind kept returning to the dagger. Unaware of what she was doing, she pulled out the dagger and let her black eyes fall on it. Then came the realization of the symbols. Tugging out the amulet from underneath her neck corset, she saw the back of the amulet, the source of all the voices in her head, bore the same markings. "And now comes the madness," the voice of Darth Zero whispered, sending the collective of voices to laugh in unison. She dropped the dagger but the damaged had been done. Inside her head, her own mind began to scream as the transformation had been completed.

[member="Mordecai Zambrano"], [member="Midas Âzanroil"], [member="Faye Terrik"], [member="Randial"], [member="Darth Praelior"], [member="Darth Arcanix"]

 

[Taeli Raaf]

[member="Mordecai Zambrano"] [member="Darth Praelior"] [member="Darth Venefica"] @Midas Azanroil [member="Faye Terrik"] [member="Randial"]

Taeli didn't really pay attention to the equipment on the deceased, they wouldn't have too much she couldn't handle with her lightsaber and the Force. Still, stooping down briefly as the group started to move, she did remove a small amulet around one deceased man's neck and placed it in her satchel for closer study later.

Moving after Lord Zambrano and the rest of their group, the Sith Knight was extremely curious to start exploring these ruins, and that was when one of the company dropped the dagger she picked up.

"You okay?" she asked the black eyed woman as she tried to keep her moving so they didn't fall behind the rest of their exploring companions.

 

[Faye Terrik]

[member="Darth Venefica"] | [member="Mordecai Zambrano"] | [member="Midas Âzanroil"] | [member="Randial"] | [member="Darth Arcanix"] | [member="Darth Praelior"]

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The group had already begun to investigate the bodies for any relics or pieces of useful equipment, but Faye did not share as much interest in the dead's possessions. With her arms crossed, she idly shifted some of the limbs of the deceased, glancing at their persons, but not inquiring what sat inside the pockets and satchels that they adorned. In terms of equipment, Faye felt she had come prepared for any potential hazards this world presented. On the other hand, mementos and knick-knacks didn't catch her eye at the moment. In the end, all she took away from them was a whiff of the scent the recently deceased gave off.

She had been in the process of kicking one of the bodies over to investigate their front, when she heard the clamor of metal and bone hit the stone surface. Venefica had an amulet in one hand, and looked partially troubled. Faye had a feint idea of what the amulet was, having been acquainted with the Dagobah girl for some time now. Still, the details were fuzzy, and definitely out of the slicer's realm of knowledge. It seemed that one of the other members of their party had addressed the possible issue, and Faye looked back to the bodies for a moment.

It was that moment that she had decided she was done investigating them, more idly than proactively, and she followed behind their host, and her Mentor.