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Devil's ops Training Academy, located upon the training moon of Cretaria, one of the Core worlds of huntaer. It has stood for 4 Mellenium, training Kirtir Warriors and Lords. Emperor Trilkan himself was trained for a millenia at this Academy. A dark figure with a metal mask over his face stood at the academy's entrance. The last batch of Kirtir had left over fourty years ago. Now, it was time to train some more.

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(The Devil's Ops. Academy, formerly the Kirtir Academy)

The founders:

Emperor (Darth) Trilkan
Lord (Darth) Deshoonde
Lord Shelintiave
Lord Aelikes
Lord Dominkive
Lord Vorman

Currently incharge:
Dominkive
http://www.sith.pl/bots/sith/slynni_lordowie/pliki/DarthRevan1.jpg

Aelikes
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Current Masters Available:
100 Kirtir Masters

OOC: Here, dark side people can learn new dark powers that the Kirtir have. I'l post those up later on. If you want any other info. on the Academy or Kirtir, check out this thread:

http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=397265


It should help clarify some things.

Bump for anyone who's interested.

Bump? Isn't anyone interested in training their troops?

OOC: Man, I love Dark Jedi. Count me in this, however, can I be like an 'associate' instead of a student? You know, like an ally academy? Can I have my own?

Haha! You've used the pictures for my most favourite Sith Lord and the one who was going to be in charge of my academy: Nihilus.

OOC: Man, I love Dark Jedi. Count me in this, however, can I be like an 'associate' instead of a student? You know, like an ally academy? Can I have my own?

Haha! You've used the pictures for my most favourite Sith Lord and the one who was going to be in charge of my academy: Nihilus.


EDIT:
This is the thing though: Dominkive and Aelikes are the current Masters (take a look at the top again) and the one who is currently incharge is actually the picture of Lord Revan. Though, we will be seeing plenty of Deshoonde since he is a cousin of Dominkive and is technically incharge.
The guy who you are reffering to though, Darth Deshoonde, doesn't posess the type of hunger as Nihilus did, Lord Vorman does (the mad skinny guy who looks like one brick should be enough to break him). And, sure. We could be some sort of an "Associate" with eachother. You could build your own if you wish within your system and I'll just occasionaly send in a warship (typically a Eclipse or Sovereign Class Star Destroyer) containing one of my Kirtir Lords.

Bump for more applicants or associates.

(OOC: Off topic, but, when did you decide on three main home worlds?)

(OOC: Off topic, but, when did you decide on three main home worlds?)

Not another home world. A moon which orbits another important planet within the Core Worlds of Huntaer. Big difference. And as to the other two,
there was always two capital planets Huntaer uses.

Not another home world. A moon which orbits another important planet within the Core Worlds of Huntaer. Big difference. And as to the other two,
there was always two capital planets Huntaer uses.

(OOC: No, no. Somewhere else, you specifically mentioned three homeworlds. That, is what I'm asking about.)

(OOC: No, no. Somewhere else, you specifically mentioned three homeworlds. That, is what I'm asking about.)

Sure it was me? I don't remember stateing that.

Sure it was me? I don't remember stateing that.

(OOC: Believe me, I'm sure. Maybe not you in particular, but it was definitely one of your nations.)

(OOC: Believe me, I'm sure. Maybe not you in particular, but it was definitely one of your nations.)

I guess I could've. I don't know why a nation would need three capital planets. Two is plenty enough. Sure it was Homeworlds and not "Super Command Ships?" 'Cause I have three of those.

I guess I could've. I don't know why a nation would need three capital planets. Two is plenty enough. Sure it was Homeworlds and not "Super Command Ships?" 'Cause I have three of those.

(OOC: *Sigh* Positive. But careful Huntaer, I've got three homeworlds in my main system, so it's a great idea. ^_^ .)

EDIT:
This is the thing though: Dominkive and Aelikes are the current Masters (take a look at the top again) and the one who is currently incharge is actually the picture of Lord Revan. Though, we will be seeing plenty of Deshoonde since he is a cousin of Dominkive and is technically incharge.
The guy who you are reffering to though, Darth Deshoonde, doesn't posess the type of hunger as Nihilus did, Lord Vorman does (the mad skinny guy who looks like one brick should be enough to break him). And, sure. We could be some sort of an "Associate" with eachother. You could build your own if you wish within your system and I'll just occasionaly send in a warship (typically a Eclipse or Sovereign Class Star Destroyer) containing one of my Kirtir Lords.

Then I shall... :rolleyes:

I would like to send three separate persons to be temporary trainees to your academy:

Shalia Jangalas
Lightsaber: Bronze
Rank: Princess

Malalia Jangalas
Lightsaber: Cyan
Rank: Princess

Jecen Jangalas
Lightsaber: Yellow
Rank: Prince

All three are my children. They will be escorted to your academy by the SBR Murderous, our flagship, commanded by my first son and apprentice, Darth Ilyam. I would send him as well, but I reserve my apprentice for my own training.

Darth Sharap
Empress
Empire of Jolamar IV

*tag* for future reference

OOC: Alright, I haven't completed the thread yet, but I have it ready.

IC:

I am Darth Nihilus, Sith Lord of Hunger, great Huntaer academies, and I am extending a meeting towards you to further strengthen our ties together of the Dark Side. I will be meeting you upon the bridge of the Ravager very soon.

"This is Lord Dominkive, the all knowing emperor accepts your invintation and will be sending a sentinel shuttle when the meeting on the Ravanger containing Lord Aelikes and several Kirtir Masters. We look forward to bringing the Sith and Kirtir Empires in unity to stop the spread of
weakness. May our two accademies flourish."

"This is Lord Dominkive, the all knowing emperor[Trilkan] accepts your invintation and will be sending a sentinel shuttle when the meeting on the Ravanger containing Lord Aelikes and several Kirtir Masters. We look forward to bringing the Sith and Kirtir Empires in unity to stop the spread of
weakness. May our two accademies flourish."

I would like to send three separate persons to be temporary trainees to your academy:

Shalia Jangalas
Lightsaber: Bronze
Rank: Princess

Malalia Jangalas
Lightsaber: Cyan
Rank: Princess

Jecen Jangalas
Lightsaber: Yellow
Rank: Prince

All three are my children. They will be escorted to your academy by the SBR Murderous, our flagship, commanded by my first son and apprentice, Darth Ilyam. I would send him as well, but I reserve my apprentice for my own training.

Darth Sharap
Empress
Empire of Jolamar IV

That's fine.

Nihilus sat up from his vigil throne, his massive robes slacking behind him, the lightsabers of both Jedi and Sith dangling from his armoury, his own lightsaber dangling from his wrist. He recieved the venerable transmission from the Dark Lord Dominkive, and he prepared his meeting to go forth.

Fellow Sith Lords stood around him, all of them his champion apprentices.

One, the greatest of his students, a tall sickly, muscular fellow with veined arms and a masked face, stood before Nihilus to his right, his twin short lightsabers flashing fervously. Horns were erected from his head, and his body was covered in scars, scabs and broken flesh, as his robes permeated a fresh silk of blood now and then. "Sion." Nihilus hissed, as the apprentice sat down to recover loss time.

Another Sith Lord, a partly camouflaged being, with her lower torso without of sight, stood on the bridge. Her veil showed a sad, forlorn face, but through the slits her beautiful eyes revealed a ray of cruetly, a malice that could not be exstinguished. "Arrius." Nihilus hissed again, as she covered the space of her legs and walked down the hall.

And finally, the last apprentice, a shining figure without disregard for the dark side, a beautiful, glancingly gorgeous woman with long straight brown hair and fierce red eyes was the favourite of Nihilus due to her behaviour, and he hissed softly to her "Betrayal", not even mentioning her name.

All three of them asked simultaneously the same question. "What great news has happened?"

"A great rift within in the force is near. We shall join our brothers, and a meeting aboard within the viewing range of my moving throne shall be soon. The Darth shall be reunited, and the powers of the dark side shall be one." Nihilus gloringly claimed.
"Meet them when they arrive, dear apprentices. Do not kill any unless you are attacked. Rage is powerful, but self-destructive. We are united by the greatest of all passions: Hatred."

A sentinal class shuttle arose from the academy, carrying the Dark Lord Dominkive, with him, a squad of Guards provided by the emperor.

I hope the meeting will go smoothly. Otherwise, me may have to resort to... Other methods of... Well... I'll think of some. Dominkive is unsure of Nihilus's ture intent. Is he realy trying to unite the Dark Side? Or does he just want to try to get an eye on Galactic Empire of Huntaer? Perhapse Dominkive is just being his own paranoid self. He then toughes a button.

"Ravager, this is Lord Dominkive comming onboard. Prepair some sort of a welcoming party or something. I'll be there in a few minutes."

Dominkive pulled up his hood, and put on his mask to hide his disfigured face. Well, if the meeting doesn't go well, I have a few surprises for them. I hope I won't need them.

Sion walked down the ramp to the opening pods, as Arrius and Traya conspired against him, making him stop in his tracks.
"We wonder, why would Nihilus keep alive someone who thrives off the force?" They wondered.
"Because I am one with it. Nothing else." Sion screeched, his horns flaring up.
The three of them walked down to the ramp as echoing rift of the force began to get stronger, and they felt it as well.

Dominkive's shuttle landed in one of the Ravager's hanger bay's (or does it only have one?). His brother, Aelikes, secretly laied low within the shuttle.

"Aelikes, I'm going out. If you feel anything that goes wrong with the meeting, or else were, let me know."

"Yes my brother. May the force be with you."

Six guards walked out, their helmets and robes were the color of blood red.
They aren't force sencitive, but they have been trained to resist mind tricks and the like. They formed two neat rows, three in each. Dominive walked out of the shuttle, his kirtir sword (lightsaber) attached to his belt. He approached Traya, Arrius, and Sion.

OOC: "(or does it only have one?)" It has a few judging from the cutscenes.

A dark appalling shadow the dark lord Dominkive proved to be, as he stood before the three. Sion stepped forwards of the two, as he tilted his scarred, horned head and began to open his mouth.
"Welcome to the moving throne of the Sith. I am Darth Sion, behind me is Darth Traya and Darth Mirmnus. The Bridge is far. Follow me." Sion gestured as he turned and walked along the metal grid.

Dominkive followed Sion, Krea, and Mirmnus, who were followed by Dominkive's Royal guards. Dominkive looked at the walls, scarred from battle and old age (I'm assuming this is the same Ravager from KOTOR 2 right?). "I sense something happened here a long time ago. What was it, if you don't mind explaining?"

Dominkive followed Sion, Krea, and Mirmnus, who were followed by Dominkive's Royal guards. Dominkive looked at the walls, scarred from battle and old age (I'm assuming this is the same Ravager from KOTOR 2 right?). "I sense something happened here a long time ago. What was it, if you don't mind explaining?"

OOC: Yep. Also, these are different characters than the Sith Lords form KOTOR II. The Traya in this one's real name is Liran, the Sion in this one has horns, and Nihilus is a giant whole in the force, just like he is in kotor 2.

"A great battle long ago." Traya whispered, as her long hair glittered off of the red light.
"Our great lord was outnumbered, outflanked, and outmuscled. However," Mirmnus hissed. "He gave into Hunger, and saved all knowledge of the true Sith."
They walked along, and they reached another hall, and took a longer tunnel down to the bridge. IT would be moments before they reached Nihilus.

Dominkive took in that bit of information, reflecting upon a civil war he fought in 4 melenia ago, which brought the rise of the Galactic Empire of Huntaer. "We somewhat had a similar situation almost 5,000 years ago. The Dark Lord Trilkan rose to power through playing politics, erasing his ancient identity as a Kirtir Lord from loosing a battle to the Malkir Warriors.
They casted him out of the order after they discovered his true identity. He fleed to the unknown depts of our galaxy. Then, 4 melenia ago, to the day,
he came back as an "inocent" politician who was trying to climb the ranks of officials and hoped to be Chancelor of the Galactic Republic of Huntaer. Well, after another thousand years, he acheived his goal, split the Republic into four factions, and conquered all in his path. Killing off almost all of his
enemies, the Malkir now range in almost twenty members from their old population of 100,000. He came to power, through his revenge and anger."

They turn along another corner. With a little bit of luck, they will have reached Nihillus's chamber by now (I doubt it though...).

"Really?" Traya whispered to herself, as they reached the door of Nihilus' bridge. "Interesting."
"Quiet Traya." Sion snapped, as the Three along with Dominkove approached the end of the bridge, watching all the slaves Nihilus took to his will.
Nihilus turned around, his empty eyes gaping. "I am Darth Nihilus, and welcome to the roaming throne of Hunger."

OOC: I GTG soon. I'll be back tomorrow.

OOC: It's Dominkive. I acidently made a typing error myself. Dominkive isn't a "Darth." Just "Lord." I'll post up why in my fact book later on.

Dominkive staired at Nihilus as he sat upon his throne. He saw numerous numbers of lightsabers surrounding the Dark Lord. "Lord Nihilus, it's an honor to meet you in person. As a representitive to the Emperor, we would conclude that it would be both of our intrests to not just have our accademies as associates, but have our two empeires be allied. We have much to offer you, such as new force powers only the Kirtir posses. Anyone can learn them. We should unite the darkness, unite our anger, fear, and hatred to form two great empires."

Nihilus walked around his throne, his slaves gaping slowly at him. As one slave began to stray away from his control, and the consciousness began to slip back, Nihilus lifted his finger, as a long purple strand linked the slave and himself, and it resumed a blatant, ghostly look, as it went back to monitoring the ship, eyes unwary.
"Such a glorious time for the Force." Nihilus whispered shiveringly, his voice emanating throughout the bridge. "Such an alliance of an empire would suffice to our greater goals of domination."
Nihilus drew out his lightsaber, and pressed it on his chest, the beam stabbing through, but it seemed Nihilus did not die or suffer wounds.
"I am a Hunger that cannot be filled, Dark Lord. I am a thirst, a hole of power within in the Force." He reaped, as he drained the life of a nearby slave with the raise of his finger. "I can drain all life from the Force. That is the teachings I have preserved throughout the endless millenia."
He turned back to Dominkive, placing his lightsaber back onto his dangling hilt. "What teachings of the Force you are effective in?" He curiously asked.

"Martial art forms both armed and unarmed. We train our warriors to not use the force incase their power is stripped from them. We teach them the uses of blasters, and droids. We teach them to not to just use only the force. We teach them to live without it. When we know our weakness and encounter it, the better prepaired we are, the better we'll survive.

We also are experts in using the force in planetary scales, most sith don't posess this power. We can emit flames from underneath our feet, and cause planetary quakes, and oceans to rise temporarily. We can cause entire storms to devistate planets, and their inhabitance. We posess these powers, where a normal Sith wouldn't. They can be taught."

"Interesting." Nihilus hissed, as he walked to the edge of the bridge. "My Sith are not normal, as you have seen. My Sith are unique in every way." He continued.
"Every Sith you see within my moving empire possesses a unique skill, a unique attribute from me. They are Lords in their own way." He turned around.
"I will give you a stay here on the Ravager for three days, no more, if you wish. I must see to another matter very soon."

"Very well Lord Nihilus. May I request permission to send a message to my Emperor to give him the meeting updates while I'm in my courters?"

"You are our guest, Lord Dominkive." Nihilus hissed. "You may do as you wish." He hissed again, barely recognizable, as he turned around and slumped back into his throne, eyeing his slaves carefully.

Dominkive respectfuly bowed to Nihilus, as it is traditional for Huntarians to bow before another Lord of the Sith even if you your self are a sith lord. Especially to the emperor. Dominkive left the throne room and walked to his Quarters. He sat upon a seat and sent a message to Huntaria, the Coruscant equivilant to huntaer. He awaited for his master to reply.

He didn't wait long for a holographic image of his master soon came into view.

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Dominkive kneeled to his master. "My lord, I have news for you."

"Very good Dominkive, you may rise. Tell me, what do you have to tell?"

"Master, Nihilus is interested in being associates with our two dark jedi temples. This is a glorious day for the dark side."

"Indeed it is Lord Dominkive. You shall be accomindated if indeed he wishes to become a ally to the Galactic Empire of Huntaer. If he does, I shall be very pleased. If not, then I will look forward to our work together with Nihilus."

"Very well master. Dominkive, out."

Dominkive layed down on a bed, he started to grow tired for it was a long day for him."

OOC: Do you think it would be a good idea for our two nations to form an alliance with eachother? I beleive it would benefit both of our intrests as dark side Rpers.

OOC: Sure, it'd be cool to have an alliance.

IC:

Nihilus stood up from his battered throne, his face contempt with lackluster, his fingers slipping invisibly around the room, the moving throne of the Sith. He was near his capital homeworld soon, but it was still many parsecs away and the journey was tiresome.
Although Nihilus never tires from his journey, he does grow bored teaching his mindless apprentices the way of the Force, the true Force, and that they lack the resolve and discipline to see the foresight within the teachings. However, the greatest apprentice of his was the beautiful betrayer who styled herself are Darth Traya, the Sith Lord of betrayal.
His eyes shifted madly, as his apprentice approached him warily. The smooth expression stood out in contrast of Sion's cracked face, and his flesh could barely cover the broken veins that pumped out dust beneath his flesh. His horns had a demeanor essence to his armor, and his twin lightsabers held heavily gripped in his hand.

"Master." Sion murmured as his face dipped down, his body bowing down to the frictioned spirit of Nihilus.

"Arise, Lord Sion." Nihilus hissed through the Force, each word spoken creating another wound.

"Is this alliance through?" Sion asked his master warily, his hands sweating the little trickles of water he had left in the corpse that was his body.

"Yes." Nihilus hissed again, his slaves covering their ears to protect themselves from the screeching pain emanating from his body. "With all united in the Force. We shall become a greater a power than any ever thought, and with all that transpires, the Dark Side lives on, in the battle of every living being." He dramatically hissed again, the rattling of the metals in the ship noisy and forboding.

Sion stood up at full height, and turned around to leave, when Nihilus whispered, "Check our guest. See if there is anything the practitioner needs." He gasped.

Within the cold depths of space, nearing a Sith Homeworld called The Catastrophe, created by Nihilus' teacher, the cunning Darth Calamus, shimmering amongst the cold voids, embodying the Dark Side.

The nation of Brujlandia, being strong with the force requests the admission of the Emperor of Brujlandia's first born son into your Academy. He is 9 years of age and has proven to be force sensitive due to his well above average Metaclorian levels. His statistics are listed below.

Vincent Brujah II
Lightsaber: None Yet
Rank: Apprentice/Heir to Brujlandia

The nation of Brujlandia, being strong with the force requests the admission of the Emperor of Brujlandia's first born son into your Academy. He is 9 years of age and has proven to be force sensitive due to his well above average Metaclorian levels. His statistics are listed below.

Vincent Brujah II
Lightsaber: None Yet
Rank: Apprentice/Heir to Brujlandia

I am impressed. Such an age like that. Are you sure the child is at the proper age?

I am impressed. Such an age like that. Are you sure the child is at the proper age?

Technically, you could be any age to be a sith. It took anikan less than a few days to be a sith student to Palpatine (yes, he was trained already then, but he was still inexperienced).

The nation of Brujlandia, being strong with the force requests the admission of the Emperor of Brujlandia's first born son into your Academy. He is 9 years of age and has proven to be force sensitive due to his well above average Metaclorian levels. His statistics are listed below.

Vincent Brujah II
Lightsaber: None Yet
Rank: Apprentice/Heir to Brujlandia

Just Rp him ariving in a shuttle or something like that.

Technically, you could be any age to be a sith. It took anikan less than a few days to be a sith student to Palpatine (yes, he was trained already then, but he was still inexperienced).

Good point. The Dark Side is quick and easy.

The young boy sat strapped into one of the passenger seats of the Brujlandia Royal Ship, Gauntlet. He vagely paid attention to the pilots as they coarsed the ship out of hyperspeed as they approached their location. Their conversation did not affect him, he knew already where he was going and what his destiny was. He was to become a Jedi, the dream come true of an average nine year old boy, but Vincent Brujah II was hardly average. Vincent's heart had already been turned cold by a harsh reality and the non-existant love of his father. He was too cold to become a regular Jedi, and maybe that was his father's intention. For Vincent would become a Dark Jedi, and maybe one day a Sith Lord. As he pondered these things one of the ship hands approached him and he paid attention to her carefully.

"We're approaching the Academy young Brujah, are you prepared to begin your training?" she asked.

Vincent chooses not to speak to her. Instead he waved her away as he listened to the pilots use their comlinks to radio the base.

"This is the Captain of the Royal Ship Gauntlet of the Brujlandian System arriving with Vincent Brujah II, requesting permission to land."

A female voice came over the intercom of the oncomming shuttle.
"Permission Granted," it hissed, "Prepair docking procedures as we escort you with a squadron of 4 tie fighters as standard procedure. You are now in deep huntarain territory and will abide all flight laws. Don't power your weapons or shields if you have any with out permission or you will be shot.
Again, prepair for docking."

The pilots of the ship began to press buttons on the control panel preparing for the landing. Vincent looked outside of the ship through a small porthole by his ship catching glimpse of the first Tie Fighters he had ever seen. A small smile crossed his face as the ship began to shake slightly as the pilots turned on the reverse boosters to slow the ship for docking. The five ships slowly approached the docking bay and as they approached the far wall of the docking bay the ships came to a stop. The engines powered down with a loud roar and then a hum to silence. The Captain of the ship looked to the other crew members and spoke.

"We have docked, prepare the ship for refuelling and then departure."

Vincent unstrapped himself from his seat and stood. He waited as the boarding ramp lowered itself to the floor of the bay and then he walked down looking at the various ships surrounding him in the large docking bay. The sight was almost enough to overwhelm the boy as he had never seen so many armed ships in one place at one time. He looked around and at first noticed no greeting party. The crew of the Gaunlet walked off the ship behind him and as the Captain stepped down the ramp he spoke to the boy.

"This is as far as we can take you. A greeting party will be here momentarily to take you into the Academy. The best of luck to you young Brujah."

"Luck is for the weak." Vincent said with a small sneer as he turned his back to the last person of his home planet he would have to see for a long time.

As Vincent walked off of his boarding ramp, he saw two giant doors open to the academy. There, he saw a squad of human like droids (OOC:Terminators, skynet model 101 lol) waiting for him. "Vincent Brujah II?" One said to him in a deathly mechanicalised voice, "Master Jarnu is waiting for you in the East Hall of Dark Lords. Don't disapoint him."
They continued to march off out of the accademies doors to continue their routien patrole.

Brujah gives the droids a funny look and mutters under his breath.

"I didn't intend to"

Vincent walks through the two large doors and into the academy for the first time. He walks around the halls heading East taking close notice to all the droids and new lifeforms as he finds his way to the East Hall of Dark Lords. After a small search he finds the room and as he stands at the door it opens in front of him. Brujah steps into the room and takes a look around. He sees someone ahead of him with his back turned to him.

"Master Jarnu?" Brujah inquired.

The massive warship, the Ravager, began to lower itself as the ship reached the docking bay of the broken world, codenamed 'Catastrophe', after the deathly destruction wrought here countless times. This planet was the turning of many Jedi-Sith wars, and it fed Nihilus unendingly.

As long as the planet existed, Nihilus would be at his ultimate power. The docking was the refuelling of the Ravager, as the Force itself could do only so much constantly. Nihilus was bored, but after the long hours he finally got the wracked space ship back into the cold void.

He geared his head towards the next location, and he decided it would be best to meet the leader of his erstwhile allies. He headed through into Hyperspace, and within time, he would be at the homeworld of Dominkive.

Brujah gives the droids a funny look and mutters under his breath.

"I didn't intend to"

Vincent walks through the two large doors and into the academy for the first time. He walks around the halls heading East taking close notice to all the droids and new lifeforms as he finds his way to the East Hall of Dark Lords. After a small search he finds the room and as he stands at the door it opens in front of him. Brujah steps into the room and takes a look around. He sees someone ahead of him with his back turned to him.

"Master Jarnu?" Brujah inquired.

The figure is cloaked in black armor and robes. He has two Kirtir swords(my version of Lightsabers, no difference) attatched to his belt.
He turned around and staired his red glowing eyes down at the boy. "I assume you are my new apprentice... Vincent, is it not?"

"Bring all forces to the end of Hyperspace. A dark presence is near." Nihilus hissed again, the Ravager arriving at Huntaer (I believe)

"Bring all forces to the end of Hyperspace. A dark presence is near." Nihilus hissed again, the Ravager arriving at Huntaer (I believe)

OOC: Actually, my home worlds are called "Huntaria," and "Hunxa."


Darth Trilkan sat upon his throne. One of the elevators in his throne room hissed, and Darth Deshoonde walked in. His robes flowed with his movements as he walked twords his master. As he approached Emperor Trilkan, he bowed. "Master, I have news." Deshoonde hissed.

"Rise my apprentice. What news do you bring?"

"Nihilus's fleet has entered our space. Should I have battle stations ready?"

"No my apprentice. You're so presumptuous. I have a feeling that I'll be meeting this "Nihilus" very soon...

"Ready the welcome, the Force runs strong through this epathy." the Hungry Lord swiveled his head, his eyes creeping with malice and forbode thoughts.

"The place is in all nervousness of our arrival, dear Master." The Sith Traya whispered in his non-existant ears.

"You presume much, but know little. They are similiar to us, but then again, not. Sion shall begin the ascension to the planet." He hissed again.

Docked Ravager

A horn blew loudly, as the Sith ghosts rallied to his will. The soldiers had blank stares as they tripped out of the Ravager, and kneeled down gently to greet the Nihilus out of his ship.
"The Dark Side is strong within them."
"Master, shall I send for word?" Sion asked, his horns splinching out of his head again.
"Heed, dear Zabrak." Nihilus hissed again. "The time for such a meaning is not yet. We shall see what have they seen of us."

"Very well."

As the Ravager docked, Darth Trilkan and Deshoonde walked slowly towards their new allies location. Darth Trilkan held his cane, as it is he's over 10,000 years old. Deshoonde slowly walked with him, his cape flowing behind. Storm Troopers and Space Marines slowly marched behind them. In front of Deshoonde and his Emperor, a red and black cloud of smoke started to appear, and Lord Dominkive apeared out of thin air and landed upon the floor in front of his master. Dominkive respectfuly, and quickly, bowed to his master and continued to walk with them.

"Everything is going as planned my lord," Dominkive reported.

"Excelent Dominkive, excelent. You've done well, my apprentice. Soon, Darkness shall be united against the light. This is a very big day for the Galactic Empire indeed."

They finnaly came to the doors which lead to the docking bay, and they then continued to walk out. The storm troopers and space marines quickly marched double-time out to the sides of the ravager forming three neat lines on each side, which had over 20 people in each.

Trilkan slowly walked up towards Lord Nihilus, he raised his left hand;
"Friends of the Darkness, allies against the light. I welcome you to our home," he staited in a low, raspy voice.

Lord Nihilus had no corporal body as to say, but his spirit was powerful enough to hold up his gauntlets. Rasping once again, Nihilus whispered within the minds of everyone who could be touched briefly, "Your home is much elegance, Darth Trilkan. You seem to have demeaning sense towards you. 10,000 years of age. As old as I. We have much in common."

"Master, I believe this planet is a power source for all of the dark side's energies in this sector of galaxy." Sion profused interruptingly.

"Yes." Nihilus hissed back. "I believe so. Darth Trilkan," Nihilus turned back to the emperor, his faceless guild flashing through the skull mask. "I would be honored to see the extent our alliances bring to us, but as is the ways of the Sith, to seal an honorable bind of words, a test of knowledge must be presumed. Here, before we join, a battle between your greatest apprentice against mine." Nihilus hissed again.

"A battle, eh? To the death? If so I will, but I would prefere it if our apprentices would fight to the near death. Either way, I shall choose Deshoonde, my first and strongest apprentice."

Deshoonde slowly walked forward, he bowed his head respectfuly and took out his Sabersword. He activated it, and a glowing red blade poped out.

"My apprentice is ready. Who shall you choose, Nihilus?"

"A battle to the death is meaningless, if we are not to gain from these deaths. So this shall be for near death, not death itself. As for my apprentice, I shall bring forth my own sheath, Darth Sion. I have trained him with my own hands, devoid of the broken chasms of the teachings of others. Raw from strength, I sought to see his power. Go, Sion. Show him your pain." Nihilus rasped in his thick mask.
"I will do as you ask, master." Sion speeched, as he slowly walked up to the central piece of the hanger, his two lightsabers flaring up prominently. He was ready, his steady pain giving him strength.

"A battle to the death is meaningless, if we are not to gain from these deaths. So this shall be for near death, not death itself. As for my apprentice, I shall bring forth my own sheath, Darth Sion. I have trained him with my own hands, devoid of the broken chasms of the teachings of others. Raw from strength, I sought to see his power. Go, Sion. Show him your pain." Nihilus rasped in his thick mask.
"I will do as you ask, master." Sion speeched, as he slowly walked up to the central piece of the hanger, his two lightsabers flaring up prominently. He was ready, his steady pain giving him strength.

OOC: Thank god you don't want a to-the-death. Glad we think alike.

IC: "Good, I beleive in the same philosophy. We don't gain anything from killing usefull resources. Deshoonde, Attack. Lord Nihilus, I suggest that we take a few, LARGE steps backwards. Lets say... 40?"

Deshoonde walked forward with his sabersword's hilt in his hands. He held it upright to his face as though he had already lost. But, then as a origonal Kirtir trick, he gathered his hatred and anger through the force and felt it grow through his veins and muscels. His bones quickly began to bulge outward, making him larger. Then, Deshoonde yelled in a terrible, agonising roar "Yeaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrggggggggghhhh!" A shock wave which would nock anything down came out from beneith his feet, and he was twice his normal size. He was now a tall, hulking giant of 8'4" from his normal hight of 6'2". Deshoonde then lowered his sword and activated it, and a glowing red blade arose. He then swung at Sion....

OOC: Have you played Fable before? The power Deshoonde used is called
"Beserk" in that game, just for your refference.

OOC: I have seen people play Fable, but I have not played it myself.

IC:

Deshoonde's stroke came down upon Sion, who merely stood there, his face complacent and blank, his body unmoving. It seemed unnatural. When the blade stroke down upon him, splitting him in two, his remains shattered gruesomely amongst the pad. For a sheer moment, of silence, it seemed Nihilus' teachings were for nothing, and it seemed Deshoonde was victorious. However, there was more to it than sheer power. Nihilus crossed his arms, and if he could, he would've smiled, for Sion's bloody remains began to fly together, forming a corporal boy once where it stood. Within moments, the parts came together, and Sion became one once again. He surveyed his newly battered body.
"Much pain that was." Sion grimaced. "Much pain to draw upon." Now Sion began to show his own method of Sith teachings, the teachings of Nihilus. Sion grabbed his lightsaber, and began piercing his arms with them, but instead of being ripped off, his arms began to grow larger, as horns appeared from his elbows, and horns flew from his back. His muscular Zabrak form turned into a demonic essence, and he soon grew into the same size and ferocious demeanor as Deshoonde.
Interesting.Nihilus thought to himself. He is sacrificing his immortality so that he could become equal to Deshoonde, so that he could do some bodily damage. Sion has grown much in such time.

Deshoonde only staired, his emotions untouched. He then quickly swung his sabersword at Sion, and then quickly disapeared in a confusing burst of speed behind Sion and struck again. He quickly slashed at several of the spikes on Sion's back, repeatedly without even stopping (multi-strike, for your fable refference). Deshoonde prepaired to raise his sabersword again...

As a Zabrak, his horns were a great deal of loss to him, his prided pieces fallen onto the dank floor, but he was still accustomed to such a humiliation. During his training with Nihilus, Sion endured the worst tortures and humiliations possible. As Deshoonde sliced off the last frugal piece and swiped down again, Sion bent down low and twisted his knuckles painfully to make it spin in a majestic 360 degrees around his left hand, non-stop. He slowly came to stop, and began to strike down with his left hand.

Deshoonde received the blow from Sion's nuckles, sending him backwards and onto the floor. He then rolled away from Sion's strikes, and continued to swing his sword, sparks flying. Deshoonde continued to grow his anger with the dark side of the force, and then he suddenly stopped in the midst of the battle, and he slammed his hands down onto the ground, and a circle of flames bursted out from the ground, knocking Sion to the ground. Deshoonde quickly flipped up into the air, and landed unknowingly right behind Sion...

Hmm... Nihilus thought independantly. Deshoonde is using Force Surge, a very odd thing to use, but it seems to be effective for this situation. I believe Sion is not prepared for this...oh? When he thought those thoughts, Sion stood up and took the entire blow of Deshoonde's attack, and jumped uncanningly far towards Deshoonde, and struck down with both lightsabers.

OOC: Damn, interesting strategy... Actually, the power I used was from (agian) the fable power "enflame."

IC: Deshoonde continued his grasp in the interlocted swords, he tightened his jaws, and prepaired to lunge backwards. He did so, and he quickly began to strike at Sion. After Sion blocked all of Deshoonde's blows, he pushed Sion through the force across the room and then flipped into the air,
he then turned his body into a straight "Pencil," twirlling himself as he fell down, he then held out his unused hand and he used the force to create a massive gravity surge around Sion, and his hand print was incerted into the ground. Deshoonde landed, he then gave the traditonal saber salute, and then began to charge once more.

Sion was under heavy gravitational pulls, but he embraced the energies pulling him inwards. Using the connection of the Force he had when he was in constant pain, he began to draw upon his pain instead of the Force once again, and was able to nullify the gravity surge. However, when that happened, he saw Deshoonde coming after him, and he was extremely close. Sion now began to use the full extent of his pain. Embracing the saber slash in his shoulder and the ruined flesh and gigantic pain, Sion now grabbed Deshoonde's arm and began attempting to pull it. Unable to pull someone so rooted down, he alternated by twisting his torso, and his torso spun around like a top. with Deshoonde being dragged with him.

Deshoonde quickly regenerated his strength as a special Kirtir ability, his bones began to heal. Eventhough he was being pulled by Sion, Deshoonde then quickly attempted to "Choke" Sion through the force. Sion was quickly forced to drop Deshoonde who let out a huge, loud gasp of breath. Having quickly recovered, he then deactivated his sabersword and lifted his hands.

Brilliant bolts of blueish purple colored lightning surged outward at his enemy, Deshoonde has been well trained when it comes to the powers of the force. He then regenerated all of his health, as it is he drained a lot of Sions, but Deshoonde made sure he didn't make Sion weak enough to stop fighting. He then lifted his hands and then bolts of blue and white lightning erupted from his hands, and was hurtled towards Sion.

An adept...however, he fails to realize the source of his powers. As Deshoonde launched Force powers after power, draining, marauding, attempting rid Sion of his powers, Deshoonde did not realize that Sion embodied the will of the Dark Side, and that all Force powers are intertwined. Just like how Nihilus gains strength when the Force is used on him, or near him, Sion tranfers his powers amongst other things near or at him. So, as Deshoonde drained life, he felt the infinite pain Sion felt, and the pain of his own Force attacks. Sion is used to the pain, but whether Deshoonde is used to such a high threshold remains to be seen.

Deshoonde felt the pain that he had sent to Sion, but he used it to fuel his strength as he stopped the lightning. He then reactivated his sword, and continued to charge at Sion, he then pulled, hurling him towards Deshoonde, and he caused Sion to slam into a nearby wall, causing fragments of the outershell to collapse ontop of Sion as he fell. Deshoonde speed at Sion...

Sion was wracked, his body under heavy strain, yet the Force maintained his every move. His power came entirely from his faith, and as long Nihilus stood there, Sion was determined to win. Using the Force, Sion surged all the pieces and slabs that fell on him fly out at the warrior Deshoonde, while Sion himself used the Force to leap at Deshoonde when he was sure Deshoonde was busy defending himself against slabs that were flying at him.

The slabs were thrown at Deshoonde, he quickly dodged most of them but he was hit by two of the fragments, and was hurlled backward. Deshoonde landed with a "UMPH!" He quickly got up again, and began to charge at Sion. Deshoonde suddenly reilised something, This is going no where. We are evenly matched. He feeds off of the force, and I have master almost everything. Jenrak is a truly worthy ally.

Though Deshoonde knew this fact, he continued to charge Sion, swinging his sabersword again mulit-times at Sion with speed. His rage grew higher, and his connection with the force grew even more.

Trilkan watched the two apprentices, he was marveled at how Sion preformed, and how his own apprentice reacted. Trilkan turned to Nihilus,
"You have trained your apprentice well Lord Nihilus. He is strong as my own." He then turned back to the fight, and watched as Deshoonde pushed Sion to the opposite side of the room once more.

"He is, it seems. This battle may go on infinitely if we they would muster it." Nihilus hissed through his dark tainted soul.

Sion was flung against a wall, and his body was highly damaged. However, despite all that transpired against him, Sion was determined to be the victor. He plunged upwards, in ultimately unbearable pain, and drew upon raw anger. Forgetting his calmness, he drew upon the Dark Side entirely, and his strength began to grow. As Deshoonde slashed and slashed, Sion dodged most of them not by blocking them, but by twisting his bones and breaking his body into odd permutations, and was able to finally able to find a break in the formation, and he made his move, both sabers swinging down.

Both apprentices were drowned in the tast of the dark side. Deshoonde was with full of rage, Sion full of his own pain. They continued to cling lightsabers, for Deshoonde was able to doge most of them through slowing down time. He used the force to pull some of the fragments which were on the ground, and hurled them at Sion. Deshoonde used his other hand to call upon the force to grab a nearby guards chain sword, and activated the sharp blades to block Sion's other sword.

OOC: A chain sword is basicly a chainsaw, turned into a sword but is much stronger, thinner, and more distructive.

"Ah, he can fight two, but can he battle four?" Nihilus screeched across the arena. Sion was losing, but he began to compensate that, when he flicked on both ends of both lightsabers, turning out to carry two double bladed lightsabers.
"More destructive, and yet, Sion feels the pain." Nihilus hissed again. Sion twisted his arm in a 360 degrees, while his other arm began flicking the saber around in pikes. Deshoonde seem to be able to block two, but can he block four burgeoning lightsabers?

"Ah, he can fight two, but can he battle four?" Nihilus screeched across the arena. Sion was losing, but he began to compensate that, when he flicked on both ends of both lightsabers, turning out to carry two double bladed lightsabers.
"More destructive, and yet, Sion feels the pain." Nihilus hissed again. Sion twisted his arm in a 360 degrees, while his other arm began flicking the saber around in pikes. Deshoonde seem to be able to block two, but can he block four burgeoning lightsabers?

"Yes, we have the ability to produce "ghost lightsabers" from past Kirtir, or captured Malkir whom we've consumed."

Deshoonde staired at the four blades and for one quick milisecond, he paniced. But, he remembered an old trick his master had taught him to call upon the dead, and have them fight once more for a short time period.
Deshoonde mustered his hatred and anger, and two more saber swords apeared, blades glowing orange and yellow. The other two blades were soon buisy with Sion's four blades, evenly matching the lightsaber battle.

Flashes of red illuminated the area, and quick surges of yellow and orange lit up the carefully divined battle. Sion and Deshoonde were head to head, and they were matched quite well. They seemed to be equal; for every thing one did, the other countered just as powerfully. Nihilus, watching the scene, had enough. He was bored of seeing an endless battle, a battle where the victor can only be the victor when the other loses faith, and seeing their crazed fanaticism, there seems to be no waver of faith in their powers. He decided to stop the battle itself.

As the lightsabers flasehd at each other, Nihilus lifted his fingers, and pointed them at the sabers, freezing them in an almost complete stasis, effortlessly. Both of them had their main weapons frozen. Even the blades themselves were in a stasis, as the sabers flew back into their owner's tattered, broken sheaths. "I believe our demonstrations are finished. This has become quite repetitive, wouldn't you agree, Emperor Trilkan?" He asked the emperor.

"Yes Lord Nihilus, it has. I am very impressed with your apprentice's preformance. You have done exceptionally well. I here by offer my hand in unity in the name of darkness. What say you?" Trilkan hissed.

"Very well. A unity of the Dark Side, and together, we can conquer, feed, eradicate and enslave all those who appose our latent powers. Together, the Huntaer Empire and the Wandering thrones shall be one." He dramatically finished, as they began to walk towards the door to commence the alliance.

OOC: Want me to start a seperate thread for our two empires becomeing an alliance? Or do you want to do it?

Sure, let's do a separate thread so that people don't jump in occasionally.

Bump for anybody else.