NationStates Jolt Archive

Darth Trilkan sat upon his throne on the Huntarian home world. Just as he was begining to meditate, the emperor's receptionist's voice suddenly could be heard on his com-link.

"My, lord. There is a man waiting in the front lobby."

"Later droid. I'm about to meditate on the war."

"Sir, it's about the war on the Jedi."

The emperor paused for a moment. "Send him in."

The man walked into the room. He was clearly human, and young, but his face was hidden under a brown hood, an almost Jedi style robe which covered his whole body. "My lord," he began, "I come to you with a proposition. I will join you in your campaign against the Jedi, if you will allow me. I will bring you a powerful ally. I ask only in return that you, as my master, instruct me in the ways of the Dark Side of the Force..."

"Ah.... So, you wish to be trained then? " The emperor motioned his hands for his guards to leave the room, and the doors closed.

"It's been a while, since I last trained my ex-apprentice Deshoonde who met his peril in the Unknown Regions. Exactly what is it that you wish to learn? For the dark side leads to many paths to power. One with the force, and one extremely skilled with the blade. There are also two ways of the dark side. One, that of the Sith. The other, is the way of the Kirtir. We are on a higher plane in the force and can harness more energy than that of the sith. We also contain.... Even more unnatural abilities which both the sith and jedi would soon fear."

"If you still wish to become one of my many apprentices, I must know your name."

OOC: Lets see where this goes....

The man responded. "I wish to chose whatever path will lead me to more power. If it is Sith, then let that be it; if it is Kirtir, lead me down that path. And, if you wish to know my name, know that I am Harald, and my father was Gustav."

The man responded. "I wish to chose whatever path will lead me to more power. If it is Sith, then let that be it; if it is Kirtir, lead me down that path. And, if you wish to know my name, know that I am Harald, and my father was Gustav."


"Harald, son of Gustav; you are about to embark on a journey greater than most ever will in their lives. Should you agree to these terms, I shall name you as......" The Emperor closes his eyes, ".... Darth Neromonius, the dark lord of death."

OOC: A side note on how I came up with your character's name:

Necromancer is a person who Practices magic or sorcery which conjures the dead. In this case, Trilkan will some how teach Harald to bring the dead up above the ground. Essentially creating a SW version of The Army of the Dead seen in Lord of the Rings. The difference, this army of the dead deals with SW tech or what not rather than swords, bows and arrows.

Darth Neromonius knelt before the Emperor, and said, "Thank you, master. Where do I begin?"

ooc: Army of the dead, SW style... sounds good...

Darth Neromonius knelt before the Emperor, and said, "Thank you, master. Where do I begin?"

ooc: Army of the dead, SW style... sounds good...


"Harold, son of Gustov, your task will be one of the greatest any person could achieve. Should I wish you to be summoned before me, you will answer. If I tell you to do something, you will do it without a second thought, no matter what it is or the cost. You will be rewarded greatly rewarded if you are faithful. Betreyal will result in.... Death.

As practice, it is tradition to the huntarians for each of their leaders to have a special power. Yours is to learn to make the Midi-Cloriants within a dead being up and running again. By giving life to the dead, you could summon armies upon planets which would be proven difficult to defeat. Do you agree to the terms Harold?"

Harald responded. "I do agree, master. Tell me how I may achieve this power."

"It is good you agree. Now, Arise Darth Neromonius. First, we must start with what you know, if anything, about the force."

Darth Neromonius rose, and responded. "I know of the Force, and I am intune with it, but its power I must learn to grasp. All living things contribute to the Force; it binds us, and unites all life. I wish to harness its dark side for my use."

Darth Neromonius rose, and responded. "I know of the Force, and I am intune with it, but its power I must learn to grasp. All living things contribute to the Force; it binds us, and unites all life. I wish to harness its dark side for my use."

"You understand it's basics. That's good. Do you have a lightsaber?"

"You understand it's basics. That's good. Do you have a lightsaber?"

"Unfortunatly, I do not have a lightsaber yet."

"Unfortunatly, I do not have a lightsaber yet."

"That's fine. I'll give you one soon."
Trilkan pauses in his thoughts. It has been a long time since he's trained anybody in the simple things. "First, we need to see how well you can feel things with the force. I want you to feel that stone in the center of the throne room," Trilkan points a grey crooked finger to the stone, "That stone has thousands of mini cloriants calling to us. Telling us to lift the stone. You must silence all of your thoughts, and empty your mind. Let your anger and hatred flow through and answer it's call with violence. You will feel the rock, almost trembling in your presence. You will use the force to control the rock, and use your mind to lift it. That will be your first task. Do this, and you will achive the basic part of feeling the force with the dark side."

OOC: A lot of personification here, as rocks don't tremble in fear and whatnot.

ooc: last post for the night...

ic:

Darth Neromonius leveled his hand towards the rock, and closed his eyes. He conjured all his thoughts of anger and hatred, all of his fears and loves. He felt the stone. He hated it. Around it he felt, his mind cleared of all but his anger and hate. Slowly, he began to lift it up...

ooc: last post for the night...

ic:

Darth Neromonius leveled his hand towards the rock, and closed his eyes. He conjured all his thoughts of anger and hatred, all of his fears and loves. He felt the stone. He hated it. Around it he felt, his mind cleared of all but his anger and hate. Slowly, he began to lift it up...

In palpatine style "...Good.... I can feel your angerrr.... Now, I want you to throw it out side of my window. I want you to throw that stone as though it was a very light... ping pong ball. Break the glass."

Neromonius felt the anger surge within his blood. Gathering his hatred, he flung the rock out towards the window...

Neromonius felt the anger surge within his blood. Gathering his hatred, he flung the rock out towards the window...

Alarms began to blare loudly as the glass shattered to the ground.

"Excelent. Now to if you can defend yourself without a lightsaber..." Trilkan presses a buton, "Send in the security droids. We have an intruder in my office."

::You are to use what you've learned. When those droids come in through the dorway, I want you to push them with the force. These are simple, basic security droids. But they could easily kill you if you fail to protect yourself.::


OOC: Remember, this isn't some "I'm going to teach you nicely without harming you" type of lesson that sith and kirtir go through. Masters often teach their students by giving them harder tasks which could prove faitle to the padawan.

Neromodius saw the droids enter. All his anger and hatred now boiled over within him, and he was one with it. With his bare fists, he punched right through the head of the first droid. It fell to the ground, but Neromodius cried in pain as he pulled back his bloodied hand. Another droid came in, and gave a laser blast at Neromodius. He put out his hand, and reflected the blast back to the droid, who fell over dead. Two more came up. Neromodius levelled two hands at them. They aimed their blasters right at his head. Neromodius unleashed all his anger and hatred in a vicious blast of force lightning. The droids' electronic brains fried, and both fell on the floor, useless.

Neromodius saw the droids enter. All his anger and hatred now boiled over within him, and he was one with it. With his bare fists, he punched right through the head of the first droid. It fell to the ground, but Neromodius cried in pain as he pulled back his bloodied hand. Another droid came in, and gave a laser blast at Neromodius. He put out his hand, and reflected the blast back to the droid, who fell over dead. Two more came up. Neromodius levelled two hands at them. They aimed their blasters right at his head. Neromodius unleashed all his anger and hatred in a vicious blast of force lightning. The droids' electronic brains fried, and both fell on the floor, useless.

"Good! GOOD! YES...... You've discovered one of the essential, and most used force powers. With enough rage, you can summon lightning to destroy your foes. You have learned quickly. Soon, you will be taught to use a similar form of the lightning power and use it to drain your enemy's life and give it to yourself."

OOC: AKA: Force Drain/ Force Deathfield("upgrade")

"Good! GOOD! YES...... You've discovered one of the essential, and most used force powers. With enough rage, you can summon lightning to destroy your foes. You have learned quickly. Soon, you will be taught to use a similar form of the lightning power and use it to drain your enemy's life and give it to yourself."

OOC: AKA: Force Drain/ Force Deathfield("upgrade")

Neromodius breathed heavily, and looked at what he had accomplished. Though tired, he turned to the Emperor. "Thank you, master," he said. "What should I do now?"

Neromodius breathed heavily, and looked at what he had accomplished. Though tired, he turned to the Emperor. "Thank you, master," he said. "What should I do now?"

"Now, we talk, before we begin your next lesson. You mentioned before you brought a powerfull ally with you. Now, just what ally do you mean?"

"Now, we talk, before we begin your next lesson. You mentioned before you brought a powerfull ally with you. Now, just what ally do you mean?"

"Ah, master, you mean my people. We are the nation of Bonstock. Four and a half billion living souls inhabit it, and, if they were given the proper equipment for the job, they would defeat any enemy they could possibly face. They would be honored to serve you in your war against the Jedi."

"Ah, master, you mean my people. We are the nation of Bonstock. Four and a half billion living souls inhabit it, and, if they were given the proper equipment for the job, they would defeat any enemy they could possibly face. They would be honored to serve you in your war against the Jedi."

"Ah, we could easily supply you with the weapons necessairy to wage war. We have all kinds of weapons available for sale."

OOC: The best place to get the proper equipment would be at my store fronts. Since I'm training you, you'd technically be an ally all of whom get 20% off there, and there is a summer sale going on which would enable you to have 40% off everything in all of the store fronts.

"I will return to my people, and ask them what they want straight away. I am sure they will be in for a large order at one of your storefronts."

Neromodius returned. "Master, I am ready to continue my training."

Neromodius returned. "Master, I am ready to continue my training."

"Good. Now, we'll be training your next few powers. The first two you've learnt was Force Push/Pull, and Force Lightning. I'll be training you so you will have a more... powerful grasp with the dark side powers. Don't worry about your lightsaber yet. A Dark Lord must understand the powers of the dark side should he ever "accidently" loose his lightsaber, and finds himself "Harmless" against the Jedi or any other opponent."

"Now..... Force Choke. This is the more common power along with Force Lightning," Trilkan pushes a button on his command throne, "Bring in the prisoner."

Seconds later, a squad of Stormtroopers walked in, pulling a ripped, bloodies, body of a live prisoner who looks like he's seen better days.

"Now, Necromonious, I want you to Choke him, but not to death. He will be your subject to toucher as we progress with our training. Feel the Minicloriants in his body. Locate the ones around his neck and then," he puts his hand out, his trigger finger and his thumb forming a semi-circle.

"Squeeze your two fingers closer together, cutting his oxygen supply off. Typically they will die once you fully close your fingers."

Neromodius again levelled his hands, this time at the prisoner. He looked at the bloodied, tattered mass. Hatred and anger boiled again. And he felt the minicloriants, and began squeezing his fingers closer, but not touching, with all his loathing might.

Neromodius again levelled his hands, this time at the prisoner. He looked at the bloodied, tattered mass. Hatred and anger boiled again. And he felt the minicloriants, and began squeezing his fingers closer, but not touching, with all his loathing might.

The prisoner was choking, gaging, gasping for air.

"Gooooodddd...... Now, lift him up into the air as though you were lifting him by the neck, and then toss him across the room. This technique is useful when interrogating enemies. Careful now, we don't want to kill him.... yet."

The prisoner was choking, gaging, gasping for air.

"Gooooodddd...... Now, lift him up into the air as though you were lifting him by the neck, and then toss him across the room. This technique is useful when interrogating enemies. Careful now, we don't want to kill him.... yet."

Neromodius squeezed his fingers as close as they could without touching, and, suddenly, flung his arm across, towards the other side of the room, taking the prisoner with him.

Neromodius squeezed his fingers as close as they could without touching, and, suddenly, flung his arm across, towards the other side of the room, taking the prisoner with him.

A loud *CRACK* could be heard as the prisoner's bones broke, and landed with a *Thud*. "Very good Necromonius, lord of death. You have much anger in you. Now, I have a proposition to make for you. In a while, there will be another dark side order founded: The Order of the Necrosis.
These people will be the ones who will attempt at discovering the secrets of the dark side, the powers of destroying all life as it is. Once your training is complete, I want you, Necromonius, to lead this organization."

OOC: *note* you do realise you accidently misspelled your own character's name, right? Also, as you have just read, the emperor is going to be creating another order to aid the Kirtir, and Devil's Ops. I will be starting the thread, but once your character's training is complete he will be incharge of this secret organization.

"Now, your next step in training with the lightsaber. Send in the Trainer."

Moments later, a Kirtir Master with black robes with hints of red outlining it walked into the room. "You summoned me, my lord?"

"Yes. I want you to train young Necromonius here the ways of the lightsaber." The Emperor sat back in his chair and watched as the Kirtir Master activated his lightsaber and it glowed black, a very, very rare crystal color.

"Necromonius, I will take over the training in the arts of the lightsaber. First thing I want you to do is block my attacks by holding your blade at a diagonal from your upper left, upper right, lower left, and lower right."

The Master then began to swing his lightsaber at Necromonius.

Before the trainer came in, Necromonius said, "Thank you, master." Necromonius took out his lightsaber, which he had built from a kit supplied by the Star Forge Infantry Storefront. He activated it, and it glowed red beside the black lightsaber of the Kirtir master. The master was just about to start his attack, and Necromonius sensed it, and moved his saber to block it just at the right time. And so the lightsabering began...

The two blades intertwined with eachother as they clashed, and sparks flew. All the meantime, Trilkan was sitting upon his throne watching the battle.

"Continue to block my attacks. Learn to perry. Hold your lightsaber out and rapidly move it from left to right. Use your wrist for the perries."

And the master lunged at Necromonius.

Necromonius had felt the master about to lunge, and quickly moved his wrist over to block his blade. They clashed in a brilliant flash of energy, the master and Necromonius glaring at eachother for a moment. Then the master swung his blade again, and yet again Necromonius felt a movement and blocked it with a quick movement of his wrist. The battle continued.

The Kirtir Master stopped lunging. "Good. Now, you attack me, using the upward thrust, downward thrust, sideways strike left and right and then I block them. Go, now."

bump for bonstock.

Necromonius gathered his hatred and anger again. He thought deeply, of those who had murdered his father so many years ago. All the anger he felt flowed back, and he thrust the lightsaber upwards as if straight at the treacherous hearts of those who betrayed and murdered his father. It was blocked by the Kirtir master. In a second, Necromonius struck downwards, again blocked. The hatred boiled over, and Necromonius quickly struck the sides, left and right, blocked both times.