Post by Kaz Valnor on Jul 29, 2018 19:14:34 GMT -5
The sith capital of Dromund Kaas was like most major worlds in the Galaxy, its capital filled with buildings that reached toward the stars. However, there was a new one being built, or perhaps it was more accurate to say it was being created. It would be the new Temple of Transition, a holy site for the learning and practice of the ancient art of Sith alchemy. It was that very alchemy that was being used to bring the building together.
Having gained unexpected influence within the sith order, this had become his newest work. While he had little interest in the transmutation of inorganic materials, inviting those sith that did to practice alongside the biological alchemists like Kaz could only strengthen their shared knowledge. The discoveries here would not only fuel the sith war machine but advance Kaz's own goals of elevating the Galaxy to a new state of evolution.
As Kaz looked up from the base of the structure, a number of his sithspawn wandered the area looking for any not putting their full effort into getting the building done as swiftly as possible.
Post by Mirien Valdier on Jul 29, 2018 22:44:59 GMT -5
Heels clicked across the new stone hallways as a long emerald green cloak swirled behind the dark-haired woman. Eyes wandered over the new structure taking in every detail as she went. The walls alone emanated a dark aura showing the talents of those who had worked so diligently. Inorganic objects weren't exactly her specialty but this certainly was something she could appreciate.
Plant matter was what she most preferred to work with. This place she knew could be of great benefit to all those Sith who practice within the rare art of Alchemy. That was why she had come all this way. To help expand the knowledge of the Sith as a collective and to add to her already vast knowledge on the subject. Slowly she wandered the building before coming outside, still admiring the work that had already taken place.
"Hello, Kaz." She said with a smirk.
"I have to say the place looks good. I'm rather fond of the greenhouse on the east end of the grounds. It should be a pleasant home for the organic experiments that I so love to work with."
The other reason Mirien had made this journey was to check in on how the Order was beginning to form once more. After all, she had been the one to call the Sith together after the last battle of Ruusan where they had lost miserably to the Imperials. She had helped to put back together the leadership of the Order, forming a loose triumvirate. Though leadership had never been her desire. She had been forced into it as a matter of survival.
"I've already added a few items to the greenhouses. Though I'd be careful, they bite." She said with an actual smile spreading across her lips. "I figured they would be nice additions to the space."
Post by Ryūko Hakai on Jul 30, 2018 16:18:28 GMT -5
Ryūko Hakai
"No sacrifice, no glory"
Dromund Kaas seemed to be active in Ryūko's point of view. And now, the Sith Assassin needed to report whatever information she could had got from the Resistance’s allies. Of course, she wouldn’t walk like nothing, she preferred the secrecy and mysterious way to move around, just in case.
And agile figure seemed to creep from the shadows, yet, it wasn’t easy to see her, except her glowing red eye with vertical pupil. She watched with ferocious eyes at the other Siths, but she didn’t bothered to go on and say hi. No, Ryūko was more of keeping away from others, and do whatever the Supreme Leader told her or someone in a higher rank than her, and she didn’t usually talked to others, others usually talked to her by her secretive look.
“Hmph…”, she hissed in a low voice, and the hiss was more like a reptile predator ready to kill, than a human.
Post by Darth Veles on Jul 30, 2018 17:54:40 GMT -5
Appearing out of nowhere, expected by nobody, along the tower’s foundations hobbled Darth Veles with the aid of his glossy stick. Crooked by Sith alchemy and darker than obsidian, the walking cane click-clacked against the floor, heralding its owner’s approach long before he appeared anywhere near. Similarly to the cane, his physical form equalled darkness, swathed in traditional Sith robes and surrounded by the dark side. Much like his leg however, the Mon Cal’s connection to the great current of the Force had been crippled beyond repair, a languishing flicker rather than a blazing furnace of wrath and anger. No longer the fearsome duelist he used to be, he had embraced another path – nothing less than unlocking the great mystery of the Force.
Although a master of ritual Sith lore and other matters dark side, his mind full of weird circles and forsaken letters, there was little to nothing known about the rarely-seen Sith lord. Rumours spoke of Veles haunting places draped in cultural importance to the Sith and searching for wells of power, though he remained a largely obscure, unknown figure as befitting a former assassin. Paranoia and his scholarly seclusion also played a role in his rare appearances in the midst of civilization. Secretly following Darth Bane’s path to power, Darth Veles did not appreciate Sith company, deeming it competition rather than allies. On the other hand he still found himself drawn to knowledge, unable to resist the sweet lure of learning from others and adding whatever he could to his mental library. Therein lied the reason for revealing himself to others today.
With surprising amount of elegance considering the crippling injury, he drew near, walking with the proud saunter of a king.
The Darth’s large, bulbous eyes calmly observed the monument’s imposing growth, finding a certain degree of admiration for its architects in his heart. Nevertheless, while a calm, collected and unreadable expression reigned over his face, the amphibian’s soul seethed with fury in its purest form, enraged by the loss of Ruusan. Its cultural significance to his beliefs was been invaluable as the planet had been the birthplace to the Rule of Two.
Taking a gander at the assembly, he opted to speak up.
“Good evening,” greeted Veles in surprisingly smooth, melodic voice, completely void of hostility or poison, “My fellow brethren. I hope I don’t interrupt any of your… undoubtedly very important and crucial work on the magnificent masterpiece you call the temple of Transition.”
Post by Kaz Valnor on Jul 31, 2018 22:54:20 GMT -5
"Ah, my dear," Kaz said turning to the dark-haired beauty who so loved playing coy. "We really must keep meeting like this."
While he still did not know their name despite many encounters, the mystery really only made her more enticing. What he had seen made Kaz respect her, and he would love to learn more about her. "But of course, one day everything will feel the touch of the darkside. That includes plants as much as it does the animals. Your talents will prove invaluable to the Temple I am sure."
When she mentioned her own additions to the greenhouse and their provocation for biting, he grinned. "Is that a promise?"
Before their conversation could continue two more figures approached. The elder of the pair demanded his attention first if only due to the alchemic staff he carried. "I do not recall seeing you before, and I have a long memory. If you desire to learn and share knowledge and see the Sith rise to glory you are welcome to my temple. However, I believe this one has something to report."
As he spoke, Kaz turned to look at the young woman. As he looked at her, his own eyes briefly narrowed into vertical slits before returning to normal. A lapse in the hold of the alchemy that kept his body together.
Post by Mirien Valdier on Aug 3, 2018 17:29:15 GMT -5
(OOC: Apologies for taking so long)
The Sith Mistress sensed the third presence and turned only lifting an eyebrow as the figure emerged from the shadows. "Ah, it is good to see we have new blood." She neatly folded her hands behind her back allowing the cloak to drape over her body, largely keeping her form hidden from sight.
There was just something about the new arrival that spoke of inexperienced yet and yearning for more. To be young and eager once more... Without the worries and fears that us older ones hold. Now whether this one would become a threat to her in the future had yet to be seen. For the moment she was willing to wait and see. "And your name, miss?"
With the clicking of the cane upon stone, the dark-haired vixen turned to the Mon Calamari. While she hadn't set eyes on this being before, something about him told her just who was standing beside her. She bowed her head ever so slightly as a matter of respect for another bold, powerful Sith Master. "Darth Veles I presume? Your reputation precedes you." Her shoulders rose and fell with a soft but pleased sigh. "I do so hope you have come to add your vast experience to the pool of knowledge we are starting to build here."
And her attention lastly returned to Kaz. "If only you could be so lucky my dear old friend." She said with a bright smirk. The games with him were just part of life at this point, and something she greatly enjoyed. Toying with people like him was just part of how she operated. "I assume you would be more than capable of dealing with them, and the poison they carry. There is a plan with that poison once it can be milked from them to infuse it into our weapons, giving them a slight and fresh edge against the various threats that we face these days."
Ryūko, watched in silence the three Siths. Of course, she did knew their names, but never really talked to them. And so, why should she care to talk with them? She was going to walk off, when the Sith Mistress approached to her, and asked for her name.
Should I tell her? You idiot, she’s a Sith too, what can she have against you?
“My name is Ryūko Hakai.”she said, her voice surprisingly too cold and too sharp for her own age.“, I’m the Sith Assassin known as the Courier of Death.”The Sith Assassin stood there, masked and her only visible eye glaring.
This Sith girl was quite more different from the usual Sith Misses. Ryūko was cold and aggressive always, when the other Sith ladies seemed to act benevolent, but Hakai was well known as being such a badass with everyone. She was a careless young Sith Assassin, and whose tongue was even more sharper than a weapon itself.
Ryūko didn't flickered her red gaze when looking at the other dangerous Siths. She stood there, unflinching, her red glare revealing just a deep coldness and fury for someone. Her robes moved gently against the cool breeze.
Leaning against his walking cane and pivoting about to face the entire trio, as it’d be very rude of him to show his back to someone, he listened. Originally an assassin, the amphibious Sith lord very much enjoyed to gather information solely by staying silent and collecting what was revealed by others. That alone gave away his fellow Sith shared love for alchemy, subtly hinting their forte lied with the Force and its numerous applications. Although formerly apprenticed to a master alchemist himself, Veles had never learned much about manipulating the living, steering his studies elsewhere before falling victim to the traditional Sith obsession with immortality and harnessing power. Perhaps this was a chance to fill the gap in his repertoire of knowledge.
A sweet smile curled the corners of his lips when another mouth ushered his title. Darth Veles held up his webbed palm as if to dismiss the Sith lady’s praise and spoke once more, maintaining the honeyed, soft-spoken deceit that made his words so pleasant to ears. Always the gentlebeing, he addressed the beauty first, responding to her pleasantry with one of his own.
“Please, call me Avreet, my dear friend. I am afraid my reputation still pales in comparison with yours. Alas, there is no need for titles and honorifics, especially when one happens to be among Sith of such prestige and renown. It is a pleasure to meet someone of your skill and competence.”
The Mon Cal’s eyes coloured in the warm hues of the evening sun swivelled towards the female Sith master’s male counterpart, attentively observing the man’s bearings and possibly studying him through the Force with the utmost discretion. Where others touched, bumped, poked, he observed.
“That goes for both of you, of course. I’ll be delighted to assist you in your quest for knowledge and restoring the Sith order to its former strength,” he stated.
Finally, the Mon Cal’s large domed head slowly turned towards the fellow Sith assassin and stared straight into the mask's eyes without a hint of fear or respect; Veles simply examined the assassin. Even though no longer counted among their ranks, the Sith lord still liked to compare his abilities with creatures boasting the same specialization. The arts of assassination were forgotten by most – which he did not mind. The less Sith knew the deceitful techniques and powers the better. Every self-respecting Sith needed an edge over his colleagues, after all.
“The courier of death?” repeated the amphibian and masterfully erased any and all signs of amusement from his expression and voice alike, “Splendid. My young friend, tell me; how goes your fight against the Galactic Empire? Do enforcers the New Order tremble at your name in fear?”
Post by Portray Freoli on Aug 8, 2018 11:19:34 GMT -5
Sith alchemy really was a truly fascinating subject. The ability to use the force to influence and alter the very foundation of an object. Whether it be living or otherwise, nothing seemed to demonstrate the force's influence on the universe. While Portray was not an alchemist himself, he was more than eager to study the subject. After all, this temple was being formed through the use of that power. This was the perfect opportunity to study the craft in action.
Portray had taken it upon himself to ensure that the Sith archives were built to standard, making sure that any knowledge they had brought with them to Dromund Kass was properly stored, and accessible to those that needed it. At the moment though, he was taking the opportunity to take in some light reading, reading some of the ancient texts. Sure, most knowledge these days was stored in holocrons, but there was nothing like holding the words in your hands, flipping through the pages of centuries past. He carefully walked around, his eyes glued to the page, until a strong presence finally pulled his eyes from the tome. He looked over to see a collection of sith nearby. Curious.
The young scholar closed the tome, tucking it under his arm as he approached the group, his curiosity peaked. "My my, quite a gathering here," Portray spoke out, his tone calm and polite. Most sith he had encountered tended to be a bit, well, sensitive, many with hair trigger tempers. Better to avoid stepping on any toes.
Post by Ryūko Hakai on Aug 8, 2018 16:52:17 GMT -5
Ryūko Hakai
"No sacrifice, no glory"
Ryūko watched unflinchingly towards the SIth Lord. Her red glare didn’t flickered, it kept cool, yet, straight. At the Mon Cal’s question, she felt a wave of irritation.
“Maybe yes, maybe not,”her answer was cold.“I’m not that famous, but I’m well known in the criminal markets. And I have my own fame in the Jedi ranks. They want my head, as so I want them death.”her expression couldn’t be read, her creepy mask hide her well-cared and delicate face. Yet, the scar running along her right red eye was another story.
Her title of Courier of Death was earned through the years she was held captive in Lord Kuro’s base, and at that time,Ryūko always had to not care about vomiting when she found herself decapitating a Jedi or someone randomly chosen by her cruel father.
“Thanks to Lord Kuro, I gained my title and my skills…,”she muttered, emotionless. She doubted the Mon Cal knew who Kurotama Hakai was, or Tenka Hakai even.
At Portray’s arrival, she turned her gaze from the Sith to the scholar. She didn’t said anything, just stood there, masked, creepy, serious and cold. Shadows seemed to love the Sith Assassin’s presence, as if it were enough coldness and fury on her to fed them. Yet, that was only a cold feeling mostly Siths learned to feel and not flinch.
The sith named Avreet was an interesting one, Kaz would have to learn more about the mon cal. Not that he feared the man, that was an emotion Kaz no longer felt, among others such as compassion and love. In fact, he would relish meeting someone that could pose a real danger to Kaz, even death had grown tiresome over the centuries.
As another sith approached, the group that had gathered around the new temple had grown large. Kaz decided to ignore the squabbling of Darth Veles and the young Hakai girl. As long as the Empire stood in the way of Kaz's goals, he considered all sith failures. Himself included.
"Yes, it seems it is," he answered instead to the newcomer. "I know, let us have a tour of the temple! Oh, try not to have something fall on you though, cleaning up the mess would set back construction."
Turning his back on the other sith, he began walking toward the temple not really looking to see if anyone was following. As they approached, the first landmark was a large air walkway that stretched across a deep pit. Inside the pit was a zoo like habitat, though most zoos were not filled with the stripped bones of humans and other sentients. A sudden scream from below drew attention to a twi'lek woman running through the pit, only to be chased down by a group of monstrous looking animals that certainly did not belong in a zoo. When they caught the twi'lek they began to tear her flesh from her body and eat it, soon stripping the corpse to another skeleton.
"The larger sithspawn specimens are kept in the Canyon that runs underneath and around the temple, as you can see," Kaz said as if nothing had happened. He gestured down to the fresh skeleton, his fingertips momentarily becoming claws before returning to normal. "We use prisoners to supplement their diets. It greatly reduces costs, both the feed bill and the upkeep of our prisons. If enough alchemists can be trained, we can create armies of these sithspawn. None would be able to stop the Sith then."
Continuing on, he entered the temple proper. Even though it was still under construction, the lower levels were clearly already in use. Inside were the expected sith who wished to learn alchemy, but even more common were what were clearly sithspawn versions of humans and the like. Some appeared almost normal, while others were barely recognizable behind their horrific appearance. Spikes, bulging muscles, armor-plated skin, the variety seemed endless. The one thing that united them was that the darkside oozed from them, much the same way it did from Kaz's body.
"Welcome to the Temple of Transition. Here volunteers are made into better forms of themselves. It is here we will unlock how to create the perfect beings, and thus be able to bring about true peace to the Galaxy."
Post by Ryūko Hakai on Aug 12, 2018 15:52:42 GMT -5
I AM NOT A BAD MAN
even though i do bad things
VERY BAD THINGS
such horrible things
Ryūko looked at Kaz. She followed him into the temple. No fear was demonstrated by her, although she decided to keep far away from Kaz, hiding in between shadows, her allies and only friends. But she didn't left before turning to the Mon Cal and saying:
“Why don’t you go and say my title to the Jedis and see if they shudder or not?” she hissed, her only glowing red orb contracted into a slit of sarcasm.“If you want to know it, go then.” Ryūko spat the last words, with pure coldness.
She silently watched how the Twi’Lek had got eaten, and remembered her cruel father, whom had made experiments with her alone, both her brothers had a fatal end to not be part of her father’s mad plans, and even thought she didn’t, she could resist it, yet, there were times she almost lost her reason at all. But thankfully, she had survived it.
Ryūko Hakai didn’t say anything. She anyways, didn’t wanted or had to praise or contradict Kaz Valnor. She was no coward, she simply didn’t talked about. Her white and thin creepy mask hid every part of her face. No one could say if she was angry, or happy, or sad. No, her mask completely kept hidden her expressions, but anyways, even her corporal language, as so as her speech, never revealed anything. Just coldness, and pure emptiness.
Post by Mirien Valdier on Aug 22, 2018 0:02:05 GMT -5
"Miss Hakai, it is a pleasure to meet you," Mirien replied cordially to the young assassin as she offered her hand to shake the young woman's. While she certainly had her dark and cruel moments, she felt no need to be that person all the time. It simply was too taxing to maintain that persona all the time. And here in this moment, she felt relatively comfortable, as comfortable as she could be these days, after taking a lead role for the Sith Empire. Kindness and sweet words were an amazing tool to be used carefully to draw those around closer, leading them to open up, to give away their weaknesses.
Turning again to Darth Veles her warmth didn't fade in the least. To be here and now it almost felt as though she was among old friends, perhaps even a twisted sort of family. Almost. For the very nature of Sith Mirien knew each held their cards so close to the vest. Each here had an agenda of their own behind the words spoken. "Then Avreet it is." She said with a flash of a smile. "Thank you for your kind words"
"We, of course, welcome you to the alchemists' temple. I do so look forward to sharing my knowledge with you, and learning from you." Ever so slightly she inclined her head as a sign of great respect for the being standing before her.
And another joined their group, "Yes, yes it is. Why don't you join us?" She asked, the politeness returned in kind.
With her hands neatly folded in front of her, she followed slowly behind Kaz taking in the temple for all it was. A pleasant smile was held on her lips as she looked over the prisoners, and then the scream from the pit. Not even a bat of an eyelash as the female was torn limb from limb by the creatures below.
Post by Darth Veles on Aug 22, 2018 10:05:49 GMT -5
“They want your head and so you want them dead. Your fearsome reputation undoubtedly precedes you, my young friend, but perhaps you’d be better off writing poetry,” Veles advised gently and gave a weary sigh, “Ah, if only the Jedi were a problem. But I am afraid our Jedi friends won’t last much longer, courtesy of the Galactic Empire’s inquisitors. Such a shame.”
It was incredibly tragic, really. An order so old it predated his own and yet already at its end. Darth Veles sincerely loathed their impending extinction, and most of all, the loss of their wealth of knowledge. The Jedi deserved better, ancient enemies or not. He only hoped the Empire had preserved the vast libraries in some form. Such blessing would be a double edged sword though – anything formerly used by the Jedi now served the Inquisitorius in some capacity, undoubtedly used against the Sith as well. The ancient dark side order needed to prepare for the times ahead and save their cultural heritage if they wished to survive.
Rather than dwell on such things for too long, the amphibious Sith lord turned him warm gaze towards the towering structure. A tour through definitely sounded exciting – so long as he did not have to walk up any stairs. After absent-mindedly twirling the cane in his webbed hand, Darth Veles set off, mockingly putting his own skills to the test by erasing any and all trace of the characteristic click-clack normally produced by the piece of alchemized wood.
Soundlessly pacing after the alchemist, Veles hobbled over the walkway, stopping his crippled stride to quietly observe the deadly drama below. True to the unforgiving law of nature, the strong consumed the weak. Although his unreadable expression remained without a trace of emotion, the large bulbous eyes showed subtle hints of boredom. Truly; he had seen many different Sithspawn monstrosities in his life, and thus remained unimpressed. Blinking, his orange gaze shifted back to the lead alchemist.
“I do have a question,” stated the Mon Cal and adopted a serious expression that strongly suggested his inquiry was of the utmost importance.
“Do they also eat ignorant acolytes with pretentious monikers?”
Suppressing a grin, he immediately continued, as if realizing he had blurted out something poorly worded and unintentionally very offensive to certain Sith about.
“To cull the weak, obviously. I fear the poor, old Tuk’ata on Korriban no longer provide the challenge they used to. If we are to grow strong again and keep our traditions alive, we must ensure only the most worthy of candidates join our ranks. Would it be possible to enrich Korriban's fauna with some of your creations?”
The squabbling between the young sith and the elder mon cal seemed to go unnoticed to Kaz, or more likely he simply did not care about anything that did not directly involve the Temple or Alchemy. It was only at Veles's direct question did he pause to answer.
"Of course. On occasion we run low on prisoners or failed sithspawn experiments so we have the acolytes compete. Those too weak or unskilled are used as food. I do enjoy watching them try so hard and fail. As for Korriban, I created my first sithspawn there centuries ago. I'm sure you will find my pets there when you next visit. The vornskr are my personal favorite, their ability to track our kind and their long tails make them quite formidable."
While Kaz spoke he continued walking through the massive structure. A few minutes later they reached a massive shaft, a clearly unfinished turbolift, that led from the lowest level to the highest. Alchemists were using durasteel plates and using alchemy to actual meld them into the sides of the shaft creating a seamless, dark colored wall. "Every piece of the Temple is to be crafted through alchemy. Those that study here will be constantly surrounded by the darkside. It also will make this the strongest structure on the planet. I look forward to the day we see which is stronger, the Empire's weapons or our alchemy!"
As if a sudden thought occurred to him, Kaz turned back to the others. "Oh, but do not try to use the turbolift yet. It is not finished yet, and your deaths would not be very useful.right now."