A massive cataclysm has struck the universe, and destroyed most everything in its wake. The survivors are now trying to pick up the pieces, and figure out exactly what has befallen them. Gather together, lightsiders!! The darkness has shattered the peace and calm of the galaxy...and they will do anything to stop anyone from finding out exactly what has been done! This is our first sitewide RP plotline. Lightsiders, you are looking for the source of this massive event. Clues must be found, lackeys tracked down, and bits of memory discovered. Darksiders, you guys don't want that to happen....because of the one behind the whole thing is furthering his ultimate goal. Mandalorians, and non-force users, you guys can decide where you stand on this line....do you side with the Jedi, and try to discover the reasons behind the ruined universe, or will you side with the darkness, and protect those secrets. Will the secret of the cataclysmic reaping be kept under wraps? Or will the Jedi and their allies find out the truth? Your RP and writing will decide the outcome!
BATTLE ARENA
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Near the summit of the pyramid, the rooms were restricted to the highest ranking Sith on Korriban. The Dark Council kept chambers there when for conferences held on the planet and rumor held that the Sith Emperor had a throne room deep in the Academy, though it was seldom used.
By now, Darth Abaddon - the Lord of Ruin, had made his way to the crumbling chasm that once served as the rarely used Dark Council chamber. In the largest of the chairs that encapsulated a pile of broken rock that had likely once been some stone table, Abaddon, himself, sat - perched as some kind of Emperor or king. The time had come and now they were going to come. People, especially those well versed in the Dark Side, were seekers of power. They would come to try and acquire more of it. The would try themselves against it for power was the most satiable delight that existed. Nothing in the galaxy quite existed like it. One taste was enough to send even the most humble and honorable of men into an unquenchable hunger to acquire more. Those who spoke differently were liars who deprived themselves of what their bodies and souls craved.
Power was the key to the universe. The strong flourished. The weak perished. To deny the galaxy this was cruel and would need an appropriate corrective action. It was what the dark lord believed and it is what the dark lord would breath back into the galaxy. No more protection for those too weak to protect themselves. No more governance by the weak to pathetically try and level ground with those far superior to themselves. The galaxy had become plagued by this and had responded with a plague of its own. It was an attempted to rid itself of the vile infestation that in return weakened it.
The Order of Ruin was to be the cure, though, for it had been born of the cataclysm that had ripped through the galaxy and uprooted everything that had once been so comfortable in the universe.
The girl walked into the chamber. She stood looking casually around the room. Lighting a cigarette and taking a long drag she silently surveyed every and anywhere but the man now present. At last chin to the left brows raised she spoke
Abaddon's chilling gaze fell upon the woman as she entered the cold, dark room. She was young, or at least appeared so in his eyes, but he could feel her essence in the Force. The way the dark side moved around her and caressed her. She was strong in the Force and likely still had a lot of untapped potential that had yet to breach the surface. She would indeed make for a powerful member of the Order if she would have it. Otherwise . . . as he had stated in his message prior, she would die. There were but two options on the table and she would be the one to decide her own fate. His eyes glowed a red-orange hue as they shine through the shadow cast down over his face from the hood pulled over his head. One might be able to discern his race of that of a pureblood Sith if they looked deeply enough.
After a moment passed as the Lord of Ruin took in the woman's figure and measured it, Abaddon spoke. "And you are?" His voice was cold and deep, likely to induce a shiver down the spine of whoever the words befell. However, this woman seemed different. She was dark and powerful; he could feel that easily enough.
Morrigan looked up to the voice eyes cutting into Abaddon's and holding his gaze as he spoke. She wondered as eyes narrowed if many were scared of the man. He didn't move her an inch but gave off a powerful tension nonetheless. She responded evenly to his query
"Morrigan Dubh... but I believe that you know that already."
"Should I?" Abaddon fired back in response to her assumption that he should know. His message had been sent out among the stars to many. It's intent had been to lure the powerful here and from what he could feel in the Force. The young these days, so sure of themselves, their fame and their influence among the stars. Abaddon had been at this a very long time and this body was not his first - and likely would not be his last. His spirit had lingered and pushed an agenda for lifetimes, transferring from one host to another as the mortal flesh became weary with age. "The Force is strong in you, but you know that."
His gaze took on a quizzical nature, though veiled in shadow, as he continued to measure her. The force called to him and the Dark Side swirled around him. "But . . ." Abaddon paused a moment eyeing her keenly. "There is still untapped potential within you. It fights to come to fruition and take hold, but it hasn't been able to."
A toothed grin rose on her face and she snapped back quite spontaneously as she answered: "Well unless you've been living underneath a stone." Face wooden she held his stare. But she soon realized that this was no pissing contest. And a compliment at the end. Allowing him to finish after a pause she answered
"Tread carefully, girl. Your next actions will decide that." His response had been in response to both statements from Morrigan. She was young and obviously confident in herself - otherwise she likely would have never made the initial comment she had. It was never in one's best interests to provoke a Sith, much less a Sith Lord such as himself. He reveled in death and destruction. He needed very little goading to commit to ripped the heart from someone's chest. However, there was something about this girl. This Morrigan Dubh. She was strong, yet reckless with her words. The Order could use her. He could use her. But was she ready? Was she ready to embrace her full power? To give herself over completely? To realize her true potential? Was she ready for that next step?
"There is no doubt you received the summons; it brought you here. But, why are you here? Mere words can hint to a direction, but it's something else that drives our decisions. What is it that truly brought you here?"
The whole scene was simply intoxicating. And the sudden 'oh all the Gods on High, Low and Everywhere my Big Brother just showed up!' sensation that had haunted her for a lifetime poured all over any parade. She muttered a question
"Nexus!?!"
Looking Abanddon straight in the eye she spoke almost meekly
"Really sorry Mr Abanddon, I'm sure that you have a lovely plan of plague, famine, wrath and all that horror but this abomination that I call family are very overprotective."
As the doors to the chamber slid open, Morrigan found herself face to face with a tall, gaunt figure, drabbed in tattered robes. The figure lifted his head, revealing his ice blue eyes, but nothing of the Nexus that she knew. The face she peered upon was that of an old man- though the eyes often gave away a person's true nature.
"Go home Morrigan. This place bodes nothing but trouble."
The young woman opened her mouth, to which Nexus raised his left hound, begetting silence. With those words, and a firm stare, Nexus slipped past his cousin, stepping beyond the threshold of the Council room, towards the figure seated upon the Throne of Stone.
"It has been many years since I strode upon these sands...once as a ruler, then as a rebel and finally as a traitor..."
He looked towards the sith, then around the throne room. He surveyed the setting before taking a step closer to Darth Abaddon.
"You would be wise not to involve my family in your affairs...it often ends with bloodshed."
With that, the man backed out of the room, still at the ready, should Darth Abaddon seek to attack him.
Had it not been for the name that was uttered from her lips, the Dark Lord would have seen it fit to kill the insolent little being on the spot, however, "Nexus" was the name that escaped her lips. Nexus, as in Darth Nexus, was a name that carried weight. It was a name that had been around for a long time now, and one that Darth Abaddon at least somewhat saw as equal. Nexus was a name he knew, unlike that of the disrespectful swine that now went about her way. If Darth Nexus were her, his message had reached more ears and eyes than he had presumed that they would.
Shortly afterward, the stone door to the chamber hissed open revealing a figure. The ice-blue eyes piercing through the contrast of shadow. Whatever words he spoke to Morrigan were discernible to Abaddon's ears, but the little seemingly heeded them. If this was Darth Nexus, this little girl meant something to him. And then came the truth of it all. She was family to him. She was dear to him and that could prove costly as much as it could prove beneficial.
To Abaddon, family and attachment were weakness incarnate. They were a way to control someone and they were a liability. Family and attachment had no place in the blackness of his heart. No place with him. Its unpredictability was dangerous and a risk he was unwilling to take take for had forsaken his families ties many years ago. Boruin Jhinge had died the day Darth Abaddon had been born. The family and his biological ancestry meant nothing and was nothing, for it had not place within him. Those ties were no more.
Then the man, presumably Darth Nexus, began to vacate the scene, trying to slink away and return to the nether from which he'd arrived. But why? Why travel the span of the galaxy to send a naive little girl home and throw such empty threats in his direction? Was the girl all he'd truly come here for? That couldn't be it. How could one pathetic life demand such attention?
"Why hide who you really are, Lord Nexus?" His inquiry was asked simply though his voice the same chilling cold it always was.
"Why hide who you really are, Lord Nexus?" His inquiry was asked simply though his voice the same chilling cold it always was.
I stopped just outside the entrance to the council chambers, giving the cloaked figure space as he backed out. Like the woman before him, he didn't so much as glance my way. I took my time studying him, but couldn't quite place him, and nor could I tell if the voice from within would cause him to halt, or to continue on his way. Instead of waiting I simply slipped around him, squeezing through the doorway and letting my amber gaze scan the room from right to left.
They finally came to rest on the center piece: a crumbled ruin of a throne, seating what could only be a Kissai warrior. Though their race was thought extinct, it turns out it was only nearly so. I've met other true Sith in my time, though only a handful. They are all the same; warlords, barbarians, lacking both vision and imagination both, and ever grasping at their limited ambition with brute force as the only tool at their disposal.
Or at least, that is how I perceived the other Sith that I've met. And in defense of my admitted xenophobia, I've met plenty of other species- including members of my own- with the same failing. Perhaps if the Sith had not all but died out, and were subject to broader representation, I would not carry such a limited view of them.
And perhaps this one is different. We will see.
Silent, I stand and wait to be addressed. Like a good little supplicant.
The Dark Lord of Chaos slowed his stride, as Darth Abaddon called him by name. He was correct; Nexus had attempted to conceal his identity, for the sake of not provoking the usual reaction that his presence often prompted. As his identity was made known, he turned, looking over his left shoulder. Suddenly his aura made itself known, as the temperature of the room dropped precipitously, making the already cool chamber into bone chilling cold. The veil had fallen.
"I'lithol reva'lich Sac'ras Mue" (Dispel my illusion- literally "Reveal to him the dark secrets of mine")
Energy surged within the academy as the Dark Lord allowed his illusion to dissipate. Now instead of a frail man in tattered robes, Abaddon saw the Dark Lord's true appearance. He was colossal for a humanoid, standing well over 2 meters tall. His frail physique shifted, and his broad shoulders added to his domineering presence. Clad from head to toe in battle armor and helm, Abaddon could no longer see the sith's piercing blue eyes, but the voids of his helmet's eyes. This was the Nexus that most knew. He kept his eyes on Abaddon for 3 tense seconds, then turned and followed Morrigan.
And there it was; the behemoth of a man that was Darth Nexus. A powerful Sith whose mere presence almost demanded attention. This was the kind of Sith Abaddon desired in his order, but for now would allow to walk. He [Nexus] was strong, both physically and in the Force; he was a titan among men even if his genetic makeup was that of a species Abaddon, himself, found to be weak and insignificant. Nexus was that outlier. He was the exception, and that in itself was remarkable. Another time perhaps, they would come face-to-face once more. Another time they would try one another and see a test either passed or failed. But . . . here and now was neither the time nor the place and so for now their engagement was ended. For now the uneasy tension drawn between the two left without resolution. Time would be the teller of that fate.
However, there was another presence in the chamber, now, and it did not go unnoticed by the Sith that sat idly upon the sunken stone throne. A presence, like the insolent child from before, that the Dark Lord did not recognize. The Dark Side stirred within it and it seemed strong enough yet.
The red-orange orbs that shown through the shadow that veiled his face flashed to the unidentified figure; his dark side aura palpitating ferociously throughout the room. It wa immense. It was dark. It was powerful and often suffocating. "The draw of the Dark Side and the promise of power is a lure to virtually all, but in you I sense another purpose. In you, there is something else that stirs. Something that seeks to come out and be revealed." The words were cold and dark as had all his words been before. Chill inducing and drowned in darkness and malevolence. It seemed indeed that his word had reach the ears of those thirsting for power more expeditiously than he would have expected. They were a beacon to those that sought power and thirsted to test themselves, as was their intention.
A frown marred my pallid features as the cloaked elder began to dissemble; before my eyes he was transformed, an armored giant in his stead. I studied him unabashedly. After all, anyone capable of such a complex illusion would surely have earned himself some sort of notoriety, no? Alas, I still don't recognize him, and so the significance of the tense few seconds that passed were lost on me. Moments after ridding himself of the guise, the creature retreated out into the hallway.
Leaving just myself, and the Sith occupying the throne. I felt his scrutiny as he studied me, both with his gaze and the other senses at his command. It was to be expected: whereas this 'Nexus' was clearly a familiar face, it was quite rare for someone to recognize me. Anonymity has always suited me, and now that the state of the universe had changed so drastically, it might prove to be an even greater advantage than before.
I answered with a shrug:
[/i] power I seek, in its purest form. I wear my motives openly, and so there is nothing to be revealed. My purpose is freedom, the breaking of bonds and the end to the limits imposed upon me."[/font][/ul]
I seated myself across the ruined table from the Sith, folding my blackened hands in front of me. The platinum cuticle implants glinted in stark contrast to the burned flesh.
