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Post by Darth Hades on May 14, 2010 23:10:25 GMT -5
Arson swiftly sprinted across the forest trees and large bushes, his steps were quiet as he was but a half a mile as to where the ships were. Arson had roamed these forests for many years and knew it like the back of his hand. Silently he maneuvered absorbing his surroundings.
Quickly he could tell he was not alone in the forest, off in the distance he could hear steps, and voices among other sounds. He continued his fast pace taking note to avoid whoever those people were. Arson without losing his breathe jumped and climbed the tallest tree in the forest. Upon reaching the top, it gave Arson a bird’s eye view. The ships being what Arson believed Imperial.
He grinned but it lasted for but a moment. Arson would wait to find the opportunity to strike. He desire to go to Coruscant was his driving force. To learn under a being known as Darth Cain, the Emperor of this galaxy. The locals of Lethon whispered his name even in this far off distant planet. If he was to learn of the force, it would be from that man. If Lord Cain would take him. This Arson would not fail at, he couldn’t, he wouldn’t.
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Post by Sir Lord Ash on May 14, 2010 23:15:27 GMT -5
Command Deck. Spirit of fire
Roger that, Manticore. See you soon, Ma'am. Spirit out. [/i] When the transmission was cut, Zero fell back into his chair. Cutter had his dark eyes set out the bridge windows as the Manticore came into view. Zero swiched off their allert status, and things began to calm down. After a couple of heartbeats, Zero left for the captains cabin, which contained a small armory of sorts. Along the wall were armor, which Zero stood near. He opted for his modified Black Knight armor, which was full Beskar. It was no easy fit to get this armor mandalorianized, but it worked just as good as his set of Beskar'gam.He donned the armor quickly, taking the helmet with him, and left for Normandy. It was up and running: Cutter must have signaled ahead. Also ready was Eagle Squadron, the Black Knights best fighter squadron. The Twintail fighters were ready for action, it seemed. Zero was in the pilot seat of Normandy instantly, it seemed, and the yache, and her flight of escort fighters left towards the Impstar deuce. The fighters and the yacht had a black paint job with deep blue trim. On the wings of the twintails and the main hull of the yacht was the Black Knight's insignea. It took them hardly any time before the reached the hanger of the star destroyer. The twintails mostly encircled the yacht as they all landed together. Before leaving the Normandy, Zero went to his cabin, grabbed the Feather blade, his two lightsabers, and dumped his helmet off. Throwing daggers were already with Zero. As soon as he got to the elevators, a crewman had them lowering. The large slab of metal came down, Zero its soul occupant. He let his eyes drift over the area he now occupied.[/center]
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Post by Gamov on May 14, 2010 23:53:23 GMT -5
OOC: And after this, I'll have to wait for Roku to catch up before I post again. Sorry for going so far ahead, Roku. You don't need to bother reading every word of the last posts up to now, just what pertains to you.
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Imperial encampment: near the Temple of the Ancients, Norther Pole
"Any luck at all?" The Sergeant asks as the Corporal and the unit technician emerge from the shuttle's belly. He already knows the answer though, it is in their stance.
"Nothing, sir. We've got jack for comms. Best we can do is dig in, secure the line and wait for the Sith."
Giving a dejected sigh to the report, the Sergeant commends his men for their work. "Alright. Ya did what ya could." Turning to his remaining squad mates that hadn't yet been killed or dragged off by rancors and Rakatans, he belts out his orders.
"Dig in troops! Its gonna be a long wait."
The words sink into the troops with a slight demoralizing effect as the men shamble back to their foxholes and sentry positions. They had only been planet-side for two hours, but they already felt like the longest hours of their lives. At least there was an up side, it seemed that the Skirran forces had cleaned most of the truly vicious creatures out of the surrounding area prior to their arrival. But it still didn't make things much better, even knowing that little fact.
As the Sergeant began to make his way back to his own foxhole, something caught his eye, gliding above the distant treeline. Something like a giant bird, but shaped like a man. He rubbed his eyes, it must be all of the heat and humidity playing tricks on him.
"Sir?" The Corporal breaks into the Sergeant's distant stare and catches his attention as his CO turns a weary face to him. "Is everything alright?"
"Y-yeah.... Just seeing things is all."
Main hangar deck, Manticore
As the turbolift opened, revealing the hangar in front of him, Lord Malum was slightly incensed to realize that he had arrived just moments too late to witness the emissary's ship dock with his own. In the distance, Sasha waited with a full platoon of soldiers, surrounding a black hulled Normandy-class vessel as the ship deployed its rear cargo elevator.
Approaching the scene, Wingston assumed to be close in step behind him, the Dark Lord was greeted by his apprentice with a respectful bow of her head.
"It seems I'm late." He lamented aloud.
"Just on time, actually." Sasha assured her Master as the elevator to the Normandy lowered itself to the hangar deck, revealing an armor clad warrior dressed in a full suit of what looked to be custom made battle armor.
Malum, not one for dealing with formalities or pleasantries at the moment, gave a sharp demand to the warrior. "Your weapons, surrender them. Then we shall speak and I will hear your terms."
His words backed by the muzzles of more than 30 rifles at his back, the blade of his Apprentice, and his own considerable talents in the Force. To resist the order would be foolish at best.... And a lethal decision at worst.
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Post by Sir Lord Ash on May 15, 2010 0:30:47 GMT -5
Main hangar deck, Manticore]
Zero's blue-gray eyes fell onto a armored figure, faceless like so many demons that haunt the nightmares of all. His armor was interesting, and the darkness was... deep. This was his first brush with someone close to the darkside.
Zero read that some people were drawn to the darkside when it collects deeply like in a place like this. Zero felt no draw towards the darkness. He, too, didn't feel a draw to the light. Past experiances must be running its course.
Zero flashed his force sense, picking up how many life forms were in the area. Over 30 was what he sensed, which weren't good odds for him. He couldn't react fast enough, even with the force, to dodge or block the blaster bolts.
Zero grabbed the handle of the Feather blade and dropped the rather light yet massive sword on the elivator floor. He took his lightsabers and put them into his chest piece, in special slots, then leaned on one of the hydrolic struts.
By how your command yourself, and your lack of pleasantries, you must be the big bad Sith. I don't need the force to know that. My weapons stay here or with me. Sense I am on your ship, it would be foolish for me to pull anything.
I want an alliance, or at least a cease fire from the Black Knights. I have ties to the Mandalorians and the Federation, which could make your, and the Empire's, movements easier, if I know when and where they will be moving to so that I can get all the information to you about the mando and feds troop movement.
I am also a powerful ally to have. You will need to compromise for this alliance, if you choose it. I want some training in the force, as well as being able to call on some support if I need it.
If Malum wanted to get to the point of things, so could Zero. His eyes were darkened, and his voice was deeper than normal. He was being solidly serious, no joking, at least until he let his eyes fall on Shasha. She didn't seem like much of his type, so didn't say anything to her.
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Post by Roku on May 15, 2010 1:40:52 GMT -5
(How about I just make a side thread and have it dated the day after this happens?)
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Post by Zilfer on May 15, 2010 3:32:10 GMT -5
Scar sat in his command chair reviewing the message he had received from Malum. He was very pleased with the alliance he had made with the Sith already. They were proving to be his ticket to his current goals already, and he hoped to return the favor enough to his ally. Scar had been tracking the Black Knights movements through their docking and refueling stations. Every ship needed to refuel sometime, and it was through this he had been tracking the Black Knights, however he had managed to skip a few planets in the line when the message from Darth Malum had been received. They hadn't even changed their course, in a stroke of luck they had already been heading in the right trajectory.
The Revanent Class Battlecruiser exited Hyperspace within Lehon's solar system. Scar waited while initial scans of the area showed up, and they had visual confirmation within moments that the black knights where indeed here. "Good... Malum didn't lie. Establish a two way handshake, We'll see how things turn out from here." said Scar as he stood up from his command chair and headed for the hangerbay. His men would know what to do if anything began to get out of hand, for now he would just focus on meeting with the Black Knights. He was ever so interested in Gaia, the ship that was very shy. Scar knew Lady Iscariot would be showing up moments after his own rift, they hadn't made the jump exactly at the same time and they might end up closer to the planet. Scar had decided to take a more discreet approach. As he reached the hanger bay he already knew his message had been sent to the Imperial ships thanking them for their aid in finding the Black Knights. Not only that but also offered assistance if needed in a space battle. While they didn't have too extensive of forces it could prove helpful to them.
Scar strapped into a Y-35 Cobra, and powered up launching into space. He barely bothered with an escort of two more Y-35 Cobra's that followed as two wingmen. He piloted the course towards what he knew as Malum's ship. Scar as usual was thinking almost nothing of his personal safety because after all, what wasn't safe for him? He slowed his ship pulling in at the far end of the Manticore's hangerbay which he hadn't even bothered to ask permission for docking. The hangerbay doors hadn't been shut which suggested that either that Malum was expecting him, or another ship had already come before him. He suspected the later of the two to be the more likelier. As he set down his ship the two others landed next to him.
The hatch to the Y-35 Cobra opened its hatch and a dark cloaked figure emerged walking down the steps that came out of the ship when docked. He slowly made his way towards the group that had gathered, It seemed the force was with him and he wouldn't have to communicate with the Empire, and then the Black Knights. The two clones that had accompanied him awaited in their ships, still powered on and waiting for instructions from Scar. A Darkside aura sprouted off Scar's presence as he walked forward into the adjuring counsel. As he approached he gave both parties but a few sentences.
"The Black Knights, How I've been waiting to meet you. You aren't the easiest people to track down you know. Malum, I thank you for the invitation to this private party of yours. I didn't think I'd be seeing you again so soon," said Scar as he turned his attention between the two groups. "I hope you don't mind if I invited company of my own...."
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Post by Elifain on May 15, 2010 4:41:30 GMT -5
A few moments after the first revenant dropped out of hyperspace over lehon, a second showed up, this one being the Shadow of intent, owned by the Iscariot organization. Ok, boys and girls. Lets get on the move... Ralik said from the captains seat. Behind him, and to the left, Kayla sat by watching. She quickly turned to Alex, who was standing with his back to a nearby wall, and said, Shall we, dear boy? She asked, motioning towards the ships hallway that would lead them to the hanger bay. Alex, without answering, other than a smile, turned towards the hallway, and moved towards the door, Kayla falling into step behind him, a scowl crossing her features for a moment. Captain. You have command of the ship, until i return. If you have reason to believe that this ship is in danger, you know what to do. As soon as we leave, set up an interdiction field... She continued down the hallway, into a waiting Fire-spray-31 class patrol craft. Two Alpha 3's, with flak cannons, added onto laser cannons were going to fly wing-men for the ship, both piloted by krath war droids. The two were set to defend the Fire-spray to the "death" if need be, until they made their target, and then branch off. Kayla strapped into a side seat, while Alex took the controls, and set the ship to a quick pursuit of the Y-35 cobra's that had left the other Revenant, heading towards the Manticore. They docked moments after the ship landed and began leaving the ship, Alex standing a step behind, and to the right of lady Iscariot, as she walked forward, A white dress, inlaid with gold fabric. Anderson was wearing his casual gray clothing, and white gloves. Nothing was betrayed by either of their faces, as they noticed Malum, and the soldiers surrounding a man in mandalorian armor. After Darks opening pleasantries, said, Well, It hasn't been too long since we last saw you, Malum. I do hope that you do not mind our intrusion on this little meeting you are having. Her voice was soft, yet sturdy enough to ensure that most knew that she wasn't there for pleasantries. Alex, stepping up next to her, however, bowed quickly, not taking his eyes off the gathering, and remained quiet.
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Post by Gamov on May 15, 2010 10:10:03 GMT -5
OOC: Roku, if you want out of things here, I can shift you to another ship in the fleet so you can go about your own way. To do what you suggest would break the time-line that is being established currently by events.
BIC:
Main hangar deck, Manticore
"I am also a powerful ally to have. You will need to compromise for this alliance, if you choose it. I want some training in the force, as well as being able to call on some support if I need it."
As the Dark Lord absorbed the "terms" of this alliance, processing them and mulling over every detail in hims mind with ruthless precision, He had only to contemplate it for but a moment as his meeting was interrupted as more arrivals were announced to him over his suit's chromo.
"We have identified more ships entering the system, sir. A pair of Revenant-class Battlecruisers. The ships have launched fighters on trajectory for our position."
Rain's voice called out to him in his ear, Lord Malum's lips curling into a sadistic smirk of satisfaction as he gave her his answer. "Allow them to dock with us, Captain. I have been expecting them."
"Understood, sir...."
Setting aside the displeased tone of his Captain as she signed off from the channel, assured that he could assuage all of her reservations and trepidations in good time, Lord Malum looked back to Zero as Mr. Dark's fighter's landed within the bay and the dark, unmistakable aura of the same being from Dantooine made his approach to the gathering.
"The Black Knights, How I've been waiting to meet you. You aren't the easiest people to track down you know. Malum, I thank you for the invitation to this private party of yours. I didn't think I'd be seeing you again so soon. I hope you don't mind if I invited company of my own...."
The Dark Lord regarded Mr. Dark with an inviting nod, pleased that his alliance was proving useful to him thus far. Moments later, another fighter docked with the Manticore, this one belonging to Lady Iscariot herself as she made her presence known aboard the Imperial flagship.
"Well, It hasn't been too long since we last saw you, Malum. I do hope that you do not mind our intrusion on this little meeting you are having."
A light chuckle managed to escape from Lord Malum as Kayla made her own approach to the meeting, Anderson in step just behind her. He had anticipated that she may bring him along, and with him, a formidable alliance of characters to stand before the Black Knights and their leader.
"I would not have contacted you if I did not think I could use the company." He replied, before looking to Sasha and giving her a slight nod.
She reciprocated the gesture, and raised a hand to an ear-piece, contacting the flight control center for the Manticore. "Seal off all outboard hangars. We've got 'em."
The crew of the ship acted in turn, a loud mechanical noise resonating in the cavernous expanse of Manticore's main hangar as a massive durasteel blast door was locked in place over the hangar entrance, effectively sealing it from the outside and making any escape from the location impossible.
Looking back to Zero, the Sith Lord re-issued his demand. "Now, your weapons...." He said, hinting at the fact that retaliation was the least plausible option in the Black Knight leader's arsenal now.
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Post by Roku on May 15, 2010 10:42:09 GMT -5
(In that case, he'll be on the ship but not active atm.)
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Post by Sir Lord Ash on May 15, 2010 11:49:55 GMT -5
((Not mando armor... odst-model armor made of mando metal... GET IT RIGHT PEOPLE! lol))
Main Hanger Deck. Manticore
Zero turned his head whe the sound of ion-wash from an engine caught his ear. He turned as a trio cobra starfighters landed. With a quick nod, the 12 men in the fight of starfighters jumped out and walked to Normandy, standing on the elevator. One man picked up the Feather Blade.
Zero turned to the man who addressed him, and nodded slightly, and pushed some golden hair out of his eyes.
I didn't know I was that hard to track down.
The rest of what Zero was going to say was cut off as more ships landed. This time, no one addressed Zero, but the woman had an entrancing look aout her. Still, something about her made his skin crawl. He didn't address her, or her seemingly bodyguard.
Finally, Zero's eyes went back to Malum as he commanded the hanger to close. A small smile found its was to Zero's lips. Then Malul spoke.
I didn't know I was such a powerhouse with weapons.
Zero used the force to pull his lightsabers from their chest hoisters, and handed them to Malum. Then Zero pulled some daggers from chinks in his armor and tossed them to his men behins them, used the force to hit the 'up' button, and the elevator rose.
Save Mandalore, Cain, and the Feds leader, you have quite a power-meeting here.
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Post by Zilfer on May 15, 2010 12:59:50 GMT -5
"Well as per our agreement my assistance is offered where needed, and in return you've given me something I wanted," said Scar addressing Malum before turning to Zero. "It's much harder when someone is constantly moving through the galaxy. Thus it becomes a game of cat and mouse. One hopping, not knowing that by the time they get there, if the mouse has already gave them the slip."
He wasn't surprised Zero had surrendered his weapons, and Scar thought it was a wise move. He moved his hands to his hood, drawing it back so he could see and examine Zero more closely. The man appeared to be well built and had the air about him that he had been trained. He sensed something else, like the presence of the force, but untamed, Wild. Despite this being Malum's ship, and possibly his questions should come first, he figured that he would take the front of the conversation now that he had arrived.
"So, you are Zero, Leader of the Black Knights..." said Scar, his hazel eyes staring out from his black skinned head. He looked like a normal human but he was far from it, only the power of his Sith Magic kept this awareness from most people. "I've been gathering information on your group, well it's not really your group that interests me. There are reports of a unique ship that has been seen many times throughout the galaxy, and I'm interested in obtaining its technology. You as the leader must know something about this unique ship."
Scar while talking had reached out with his mind, he wanted to scour the surface thoughts of this Zero for now. It was all he could afford for now. He clasped his hands together waiting for a response. Two red gems glowed with an unnatural light, planted firmly within two gauntlets. They were of Sith Sorcerer make, and had survived over a thousand years of punishment. Scar had had them since he had last lived. One source of his power was contained inside the gauntlets.
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Post by Elifain on May 15, 2010 14:05:40 GMT -5
Kayla and Alex stood by for a moment, listening to the conversations going around. As Zero's men came from their ships, 2 knives dropped from Alex's sleeves, into his hand, the blades down, as the sound of mechanical feet sounded from the Iscariot ship, and 2 Krath war-droids emerged from the ship, having been held in 2 modified prisoner cells in the ship. The 2 droids moved behind Iscariot to her sides, blades drawn, as Alex stepped forward, in front of Iscariot and remained there, an anxious smirk growing on his face.
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Post by Sir Lord Ash on May 15, 2010 14:50:38 GMT -5
Main Hanger Deck. Manticore
Zero listened silently to Scar, his eyes glancing to the woman and her bodyguard, mainly the guard, who was jumpy... Real jumpy. As Scar continue to speak, Zero looked him over. His body language seem to betray something about him, and his eyes didn't quite match the age his body seemed.
As Scar began to get more in depth, things began to click in Zero's head. As soon as they did, he began to go over complex mathematical and scientific formulas he memorized when designing speeders or starships, like the Normandy behind him, or the Hawk-Class Fast Attack Scout/Interceptor Airspeeder, which was, in a way, his creation.
You are interested in a unique starship? I, too, know about this ship. I hear that it is an ancient ship. Large and powerful, yet also gentle. I'm sure you are more interested in it that just what tech could be found on it.
Scar didn't sit right with Zero. He was too hard to read in body language and eyes, and Zero wasn't proficient yet in the force to sense anything too small or hidden. Gray eyes, those that gave him his birth name, gazed silently at Scar.
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Post by Darth Hades on May 15, 2010 22:11:36 GMT -5
Arson continued to sit on a branch of the tree, his curiosity over why all these ships were there. Lethon rarely seen ships but to have so many ships at one place, Arson knew something was up. Then a ship approach and entered into one of the large ships. Arson did not know the names of these ships as most technology were foreign to him. All Arson knew was the way of the blade, and that was fine with him.
Suddenly two more ships entered the large ship. Arson shifted his head in wonder. He knew now something big was going on. This conclusion was strenghen by a uneasy feeling. He didn't understand why he was feeling this way but the feeling was dark and morbid. This feeling was coming from that large ship illuminating a dark presence over taking Arson. He did not falter from this evil aura by simply just let it overtake him like the wind.
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Post by Gamov on May 16, 2010 11:01:51 GMT -5
OOC: I'm assuming you're describing the fleet there, Hades. But Arson is on Lehon itself, if I'm not mistaken. So it seems he has some pretty good eyesight. BIC: Imperial encampment: near the Temple of The Ancients: Northern PoleThe Corporal shifts uncomfortably in his foxhole, waking to the sight of a fellow soldier using his standard issue vibro-machete to carve magnesium shavings from a fire block into a pile of kindling. The Private removes a sparkstick from the hollow handle of the vibro-machete, also containing a coil of trip wire, green tape, and medical supplies. He lights the shavings which burn with a brilliant white light from near the center of the camp. The soldier shelters the fire with a large leaf until the flame dies down. He feeds the fire with more kindling, fanning it with a leaf. Yawning tiredly, the Corporal stretches himself as he hauls himself out of the foxhole, "where's the Sarge?" "Over there." The Private answers, pointing towards a hill about a hundred yards ahead of their perimeter. Going back to his task, he takes a dehydrated MRE from his knapsack and works at opening the rations. The Corporal eyes the distant hill, a lone figure standing out at its crest against the closing dusk, silhouetted by the last rays of sun as it dips below the horizon. He looks back to the Private for a second before joining him at the fire, taking a seat on a nearby log. The Sergeant scans the distant temple through microbinoculars, several large shapes, belonging to Skirran honor guards and elite infantry, patrol the outer edge of the temple walls. Taking his eyes off of the distant aliens, he checks his watch. 2100 hours is what the digital timer reads. With a weary sigh, he turns his focus back to the camp, wondering just how much longer they had to wait. At first he began to suspect that the fleet had left hours ago, forgetting them in the process. But the continual presence of the Skirran guard around the temple served, somewhat, as a comforting sign that they weren't completely alone.... At least not yet. Main hangar deck, Manticore" Save Mandalore, Cain, and the Feds leader, you have quite a power-meeting here." The Dark Lord looked to Zero, regarding him as one may regard an overly ambitious competitor.... With genuine mistrust. He could sense the man's raw power in the Force, and was marginally impressed by it. He had encountered few creatures in the galaxy as tied to the Force as he was. That fact alone made the scenario somewhat bitter sweet for the Sith Lord. On the one hand, he had furthered the mutual goals between himself and the Iscariot through delivering them what they wanted most, while on the other side, he was clearly missing the raw potential of another Apprentice. Perhaps later moments in the future would deign a time more suited to that venture, but not at the moment. Here he was merely playing the means for an end. " Well as per our agreement my assistance is offered where needed, and in return you've given me something I wanted," Malum nodded to Mr. Dark as he spoke, and received Zero's weapons from him at the same time, while several of his men were forced to act quickly in catching several small throwing knives that were tossed their way from the Black Knight leader. Turning to give Sasha the sabers, Lord Malum gave her further instructions. "Take these to the armory and wait for me there. I will be along shortly." Bowing her head lightly to the command as she took the lightsabers, Sasha took her leave from the hangar deck. "I assume you have things well under control here? I have other business I must attend to." Malum said, addressing Lady Iscariot and Mr. Dark once more. He had delivered them their prize, and in turn expected little more, his mind far too occupied with the thought of making the Adjutant wait any longer than he already had. It wasn't that he feared a reprisal, it was just bad for business and gave the wrong first impression when schedules were held up for as long as they had been so far.
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