Dark Hearts [AKA Giant Sith Techno Party]

[Endling vas Precious]

Posting Order:

Shinjo
Sreeya
Trellheim
Gambler
Endling
Kant
Vonlin
Weiss
Count Sam
Radzkie
Rom
Synlidwirh

[OoC: [ST]This thread is open to all Sith Acolytes. It's mostly a meet and greet thread to form alliances etc. It takes place after 'Under the Sanskrit Stars'. If you're not an Acolyte feel free to post too[/ST].

This is why we can't have nice things!]

Near the Valley of Dark Lords
17:24 Hours
Korriban Temple​

The horizon was turning into a soft glow of oranges and deep red, slowly fading into cooler blues as the sun set. Andelka sat, her knees drawn to her chest, eyes flickering over the towering obelisks and distant ruins. There was a dark energy carried on the harsh winds, and if she listened, she could hear them whispering to her bones. Andelka often wondered what her bones would look like inside of her body. Like filigree, she thought.

She was pondering her work here. In a way it was an education in itself, a chance to watch real energies being worked, with real things at stake. But there was no fun in it. There was only silence at dinner, and useless anger, and a new kind of dread.

Tuesday was murmuring to her, brushing against her legs with a gentle caress, meowing to her as if he needed to tell her something important. Right now Andelka was too focused on the beautiful sunset to really care about what he had to say.

Pulling a rock towards her, she let it levitate, focusing her mind on its spots of weakness, letting it turn red hot. It glowed so brightly she had to squint her eyes, and when it finally cooled down, wispy, seductive curls of smoke beckoned to her. Dipping her fingers into the molten rock, she formed smooth petals, and a stem, making a intricate stone flower. When it cooled, she let it float beside her, mimicking another certain Acolyte's trick.

'Yes, I think it's very beautiful, too.' She smiled at the flower, the sunset illuminating it like some strange, lost idol.

 

[shinjo97]

The red, orange and yellow glow in the form of a person. Makkun Telkanin, Sith Sorcerer and Arkanian, studied the figure from the shadows of the Valley of the Dark Lords. He knew the only reason he was able to see her from this far away so clearly was because Korriban's nights were as cold as the days were hot. It was literally like a bonfire was lit. He felt the surge in the Force as the figure appeared to create something. Drawing his cloak around him, and hiding his presence in the Force, he crept from the shadows, moving as quickly as he could without revealing himself towards who was obviously an Acolyte.

He was soon standing only about ten yards away, crouched behind a cluster of boulders. He watched the Acolyte with his infrared for a few more minutes, and then, suddenly feeling the urge to spook someone, he switched off his infrared and stood up to his fool height. Still walking silently, he moved up behind the Acolyte, whom he now saw was a girl. He also saw what she had created before; an earthen flower. Raising an eyebrow, he shrugged, and then unveiled himself in the Force. "A flower, Acolyte? Is this a weakness I've found? Perhaps I should cleanse you of it," he said suddenly, his voice crisp and loud in the cool night air.

He walked around to stand in front of the girl, glaring down upon her. It would be quite obvious that he thought he should shatter the flower and then use the shards to torture the love of plantlife out of her. "Recruiting standards must have dropped since I joined the Sith," he continued. One of his four-fingered, and clawed, hands came forward, aimed towards the girl's little stone flower, as if he were offering to destroy it for her. Then he burst into mocking laughter, hiding his hand once again. "Tell me, little girl, why are you so close to the Valley, at night, with no one else with you? Don't tell me you don't know about the beasts that live down there," he finished, flashing a darkly-humored grin.​

 

[Gambler]

Cascading clouds tumbled into the sunset. Stray light fell upon the Valley of Dark Lords. The shadows of the crypts outlined Gabriel, adhering to his walking form. His arrival to the Sith had been sudden. Dust remained in the air from his first steps.

Korriban was an unwelcoming place. Rough sand bit at his feet; hateful glares tore at his soul. The atmosphere was oppressive. Electricity jumped from glare to glare, feeding off the anger. It intensified, reverberating the emotions back to the hosts, laden with latent hatred. A smile was a sin, a knife a toy, death a game.

Prestige paved the path to power. The weak knelt to the strong who quavered in anticipation. Here the weak became mighty. Their might would be tested by their former masters, and the strongest survived. To become mighty meant to kill and be killed by one mightier. A vicious cycle. A terrific cycle.

Gabriel walked on the edge of the valley, eyes glued to the sky. The stars were about to come out. He wondered if they dared illuminate the skies of Korriban. A lilting voice drew him out of his thoughts. He watched its source flash the darkest of sins: a smile. Another drew closer to reprimand her, his tone oozing self importance.

"Singularity does not entail ignorance," he said, entering the circle of their conversation. His eyes fell on Andelka's creation. The contrast between the flower and the stone it was carved from made it beautiful. A work of art.

"Pretty. Did you make that yourself?"

 

[Endling vas Precious]

She could feel something, something stirring in the air, is if someone didn't want her to know they were lurking in shadow. Her senses tingling, Andelka motioned for Tuesday to keep guard. The slender black enigma circled around her, wisps and curls of an almost smoke-like substance whisking away from his body.

'I know. Someone is here,' she whispered to him. 'Nothing I can't handle.'

When he suggested she was too confident in herself, she scoffed.

She did not move when they revealed themselves to her. Andelka looked up at the towering Arkanian, and smiled at his words. The young Acolyte very much wanted to Force Push the smug bastard into a copse of boulders, but he looked like he was powerful. Much more powerful than she was. Instead, she wielded her words like a scalpel, and like a precise surgeon, she knew exactly where to strike.

'A weakness?' He was standing in front of her now, glaring down at her like she was not worthy of his presence. 'Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, is it not? Do not be so quick to assume that enjoying the company of flowers is a weakness.' She motioned to the flower. 'That is a replica of a white oleander, a very poisonous flower. So poisonous, in fact, that if it were real you'd be a writhing mess.'

Earlier he had moved his four-digit hand closer, poised, as if he wanted to destroy it. But he had retracted his hand and laughed. She wasn't sure if he was laughing at the current situation or if it was in his nature, but she hooded her eyes, still wondering who this man was. No doubt a Master or some other form of the higher-ups.

When he asked why she was sitting alone in the valley, she looked up at him once more, her eyes shining like two pieces of questioning turquoise.

'The only beast I see at the moment is you.' Her tone was not mocking, nor arrogant. She was simply stating her dislike for his intrusion. 'No one else with me? I see you. Or do you not exist?' She tilted her head slightly, her long silver hair brushing against her side as she studied him intently. Tuesday was hissing.

Another voice.

Andelka turned to see the quiet form of young man. He had stepped into the circle, steeped in what seemed like the air of a king, and he looked at her flower, disregarding the Arkanian.

The corners of her lips turned upwards slightly, pleased that finally someone had admired the beauty in her creation.

'Oleander time,' she said. 'Lovers who kill each other will blame it on the wind.'
The flower floated up to the man's face, hovering in front of him like a twirling, deadly flora. Carefully, she made a few quick gestures with her hands, and the petals pulled apart from their earthen stems, circling the now bare stalk like a flock of birds. As quickly as it had started, the flower cracked in a million places and dropped to the floor.

She briefly glanced back to the Arkanian, wondering what he thought about all of this.

'Basic Alchemy,' she said quietly. 'Some mock me for creating kinetic, beautiful sculptures like that but I don't see a problem with it. It's all I ever wanted, that revelation. The possibility of fixed stars.'

Tuesday had significantly calmed down, but he was still wary of the Arkanian, watching him with glowing eyes.

 

[Dmitri]

"I see no reason to mock such beauty."

Geist had only just arrived, hearing only the latter part of the conversation. He was intrigued to find that the woman had used alchemy to shape the flower. Many focused too much on their swords and Force powers, never taking the time to dip into the true Sith art of beauty: alchemy.

"You seem to have a gift," praised Geist.

The Marauder eyed the Arkanian. "It would adviseable not to pick fights so early and with too many people. Fight too much and eventually you'll bite more than you can chew."

Geist wondered what Makkun was planning. Things were too hostile, even for Sith, to be a lesson. He wondered if Makkun was bullying these two acolytes. It wasn't uncommon for Marauders to do so. Still, it was an embarassment to see a fellow alchemist harass another.

Finally, Geist turned his attention to the third person. He didn't recognize the acolyte. He guessed the person was new. Due to the illusion Geist always kept, in which his head seemed metallic and faceless, his scanning of the acolyte would be near impossible to notice.

 

[Gambler]

Gabriel's answer came in the form of sin. The flower encircled him, stony petals mocking gravity to show him their brilliance. Individually, the petals were bland. When banded together, beauty was revealed. That transient beauty flickered. The flower shattered, regressing to its natural form.

Another being entered their circle. As with the first intruder, the newcomer wore his power with arrogance. His warning to the first was a power play. Electricity hopped from his tongue. The bait sizzled in the air.

"Some are inherently... boring," Gabriel said. He glanced at the other men. "Others find majesty in extravagance." Shadows danced on his shoulders. A sliver of sun had yet to fall beneath the valley.

"Dinner must be a stranger here."

 

[shinjo97]

The tips of Telkanin's lips twitched as his rage built, first at being insulted by the two Acolytes, and then because another Sorcerer, Geist, if he remembered his name correctly, appeared to side with the Acolytes. The Arkanian eyed the three of them with contempt as they went on with their conversation, acting somewhat like he wasn't even there. Finally, his rage flared and he reached towards the ground beside him, using his command of the Force, and his skills in Alchemy, to show the insolent girl that he'd first approached what true skill in the art was, if she were going to craft something from the ground.

A chunk of the earth was torn from the ground, and then Telkanin began to form the chunk into the shape he'd pictured in his mind. The curves, tips, blade-like edges formed, and then the main mass. He slowly closed his hand into a fist, and as he did, the loose dirt and rock ground together and then meshed, becoming whole and strong. It was a six-tipped throwing-star-like object, a weapon of the earth. Telkanin attempted to appear as if the effort was simple for him, but he was actually a bit on the drained side after creating the object. After thinking for a few moments, he realized he gone a bit overboard. However, since there was no point in not completing his point, he brought the throwing-star weapon back, and then shot it forward with the Force.

The star spun through the air, straight with the Force behind, and then embedded itself into one the large walls around the Valley of the Dark Lords. It was quite deep, with two of the tips stuck halfway in and then a third an inch or two through the surface of the rock. A drop of perspiration began to form on his forehead, but he immediately dissolved it with the Force before the other three Sith there could see it. Then he turned and glared at them, allowing his anger to be seen plainly on his features. He allowed his furious gaze to ligner a bit longer on Geist, letting him know he would not have himself insulted by another Sorcerer of all people for reprimanding an Acolyte for using Alchemy for such a mundane purpose.

"I will not be insulted by an Acolyte, let alone two of them!" he snarled venomously, his rage coming through in his voice. "If you have an interest in Alchemy, that's fine, great for you. How about you find a way to experiment on a real white oleander one day. I'm sure the results will be most enjoyable for me," he continued, his rage coming back down to a simmer after allowing himself to vent for a moment. He knew there was no way to experiment on that flower any time soon for the Acolyte, at least, not without some form of death involved. That had been partly the point, in his moment of fury.

He shut his eyes for a moment, calming himself down now that he was done with expressing his anger. He knew it would be better to try and make a few allies among the other Sith, but he didn't exactly excel in public relations, especialy with his heritage. Arkanians believed themselves to be the pinnacle of evolution, and that belief had passed on to Telkanin, even though he hadn't been raised on Arkania, among others of his own kind, who thought the same way. For the things that had been said to him by the others here, he could've had them all executed were he on his home planet. However, since he wasn't, and he didn't plan on returning there anytime soon, he would have to live with the fact that things would be harder when it came to alliances for him than it would for others.​

 

[Sreeya]

"How about being insulted by three of them, then?"

The voice was smooth, chilling to the bone, like the icy winds of Hoth. She crept out of the shadows, the darkness almost begging to cling to her as the dust trailed behind her. The setting sun painted the sky a blood red, serenely amalgamating with the azure stretched out behind it. She paid no heed to this, however. She had been observing the group for a few moments before making her presence known. Her attention was drawn to Andelka, who mimicked her crafting of flowers. The sight brought a smile to her face. Thus, when the blithering idiot of a Marauder crept up behind her, Andraste felt a surge of anger coursing through her veins like poison.

As she walked out to join the group, the throwing star the Marauder had molded casually orbiting around her. She had a few blades she had stolen from training earlier, two durasteel blades imbued with polko venom. She came to stand next to the two acolytes, surveying the situation. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a glass rose she had concocted from sand. She held it up in front of Telkanin.

"Look what I made. Isn't it a travesty? A complete and utter betrayal of the Sith? Won't this make the Order crumble and fall to its knees?"

Her voice grew mockingly concerned. Her eyes were wide.

"Oh no! Not..Not a flower! Surely anything but a flower.."

As she spoke, the glass flower in her hand zoomed towards him, brushing against his face. A grin spread across her countenance. She did not care if he crushed the flower. It did not change what she had done.

 

[Syn]

Slowly Fawn walked as she came and stood with a grin and looked around letting her eyes dance with amusement as she saw Andraste's display and she gave a wicked smile taking a seat as she sat down next to Tuesday as she spoke running a hand through her hair and coming away with bits of flesh and streaks of blood on her gloved hand as she wiped it off and laughed as she looked at Andraste and spoke with a serious face and pointed her finger throwing a small ribbon of flesh past her. "Heretic. blasphemer you will be the ruin of us all." Slowly As Fawn looked at the woman she started to laugh as her hand turned over and she spoke letting her pheromones come. "I am Fawn my lovely and what is your name.?"

 

[Vonlin]

Shrouded in the blackness of the dark side Azool bent both light and sound around him carefully. From atop a near by dune he watched the growing group of sith with amusement, listening to their conversation. He felt no need to interact or mingle with his fellow peers but the growing number of them had caught his attention. He dared not move while maintaining the power force cloak for the ability was still new to him. He had not yet learned to fully control it and if he moved he would likely drop the shadow completely that concealed him. While stationary though it concealed him adequately. His eyes were locked on the pack of Sith, for a pack they were -- all of them hungry wolves. He waited to see what would happen next.

 

[Count Sam]

It has been quit a tiring day for Montross Vanderguff so far. Indeed, he has been near the valley of dark lords for quite awhile now and he has been doing a lot of researches. After all, the young Sith sorcerer and Count have always been interested in Sith history and philosophy ever since he was still a young child living in his huge family castle on Serenno. Gladly, it seemed that Vandergruff was able to achieve a large portion of his goals when he joined the Sith and the Empire.

However still the young politican and sorcerer was not satsifed. He still wanted to achive more, and after all that was what a Sith lived to do.

Vanderguff's mind was full of thoughts when he was heading back to his ship but then he heard a lot of voices. It seemed that there were a lot of Sith gathering and it seemed that a fight was going to happen. of course to Vanderguff it seemed that something fun was going to happen, and that made him decide to take a cover a little bit away from the group and see what was going to happen. Also Vanderguff made sure to hide his presence in the force so that no one would detect his presence in the force.

For now he only had to wait and watch...

 

[Brand]

The shadows opened up, and a massive form loomed in the darkness, stepping forward. Iniquitous, fellow acolyte of the Sith, held in each hand the durasteel training sabers common to the acolytes, taken from the training that Iniquitous and Andraste had been fighting in but a few hours ago. The weapons themselves, designed to mimic lightsabers in weight and heft, were powerful blunt force trauma weapons, and each was lined with millions of tiny pelko barbs that would instantly burn and paralyze the contacted extremity.

"You insult four, fool," Iniquitous spat, his deep voice carrying powerfully. Iniquitous twirled the dual blades experimentally; the whoosh as they cut swiftly through the air came off to compliment Iniquitous' already menacing air. He sent a sharp prod towards Gabriel to alert him in the Force before tossing the second blade to him, taking on a strong two handed grip of his single blade.

"Your insolent tongue will be the end of you this day," he called, taunting the Marauder. He radiated confidence in waves, and his eyes glinted with defiance. "The power of the Sith will be strengthened this day as we cull those unwise enough to seek beauty and watch one's own mouth."

 

[Count Sam]

"I guess that is enough you guys" The cold and emotionless voice of the young Marauder rang out loud as the young Count came out from his hiding. The young Count was wearing his dark robes along with some expensive accessories that covered his fingers and chest. These accessories carried the sign of the Vanderguff family which every member in the family carried in pride. Montros as usual looked like a vampire, he seemed dead and cold but at the same time he was pretty and full of youth.

"Is there really a need for all of this?"He asked in a cunning and cheerful tone as he observed everyone present, and as he waited for an answer for his simple question.

 

[Dmitri]

Things were spiraling out of control. Geist had hoped that Makkun would back away, but instead, the alchemist had bared his fangs at the two acolytes. To make things worse, more people were gathering. Acolytes were swarming to stand up against the Marauader.

Geist tried putting himself between Makkun and the acolytes. It was obvious the acolytes were edging Makkun on. "Now, now, no need for violence. Don't let ignorance of beauty be interpreted as arrogance. It would be bad form for all of you to gang up on one measly Marauder, thinking he insulted you." His voice was like silk, sweet and lullabic.

Suddenly, he reached to his side and pulled out his lightsaber, igniting it. However, instead of pointing it at the acolytes, he twirled it around to point at Makkun. While his face was hidden by the metallic looking illusion, the tilt of his head indicated he was staring at Makkun.

"Pathetic," Geist said to Makkun in a cold voice. "I excepted more from a fellow alchemist. Just because a work of art came from one of lower rank than yourself doesn't make it 'ugly'. If there's anything 'ugly' here, it's the disgrace you're showing. Bad form is an insult to Darth Judicar and his beautiful empire. Perform another offense, and I will kill you myself."

 

[Gambler]

Shadows swirled in the rising animosity. Electricity cackled in the air. It waited for one last spark to light it up. The circle extended as more people entered. Some came with the intent to kill. Others to diffuse. Gabriel frowned at the latter group. Their words were poison.

Ghosts rode on the sunset. Purple forms swirled. They were the night's eyes, replacements for the stars. Animosity, electricity, and poison collided for their amusement.

"Insult is in the eye of the beholder," Gabriel said. "Inferiority is a perceptual disease. You can taste its stench for miles." His eyes leveled on the Arkanian.

"The weak replace the strong."

 

[shinjo97]

His rage was very quickly turning into hatred, and the Dark Side began building up around him, preparing for a surge of power. They would actually think to attack him?! They would be punished for their insolence. His hand fell to his very real lightsaber, and he brought it up for the Acolytes to see. They would use training weapons against a true lightsaber? A training blade could not slice off a limb, or punch a hole through someone's chest. As the other man appeared, trying to calm the situation, he eyed him warily. Would he pick a side in this thing?

"You insolent brats! You want to fight me? Then come on!" he snarled, particularly at the latest Acolyte that had arrived, the one that had brought the training blades. Purple electricity began to run along his arms, building up at his hands for a single blast. Then Geist brought his lightsaber up towards Telkanin. "An offense? It is a flower that I insulted, fool, not the Empire, and you are an idiot to make of it something its not. And now you side against me?!" he growled. He activated his double-bladed lightsaber, the two violet blades casting their glow across the rocks around them. He brought his weapon up, sending Geist's weapon off to the side as a warning.

He began murmer words now, casting a spell that would manifest his hatred. "This is but a warning!" he hissed, and then he raised his hand up as his hands suddenly began to radiate a bright yellowish-light. The Bolt of Hatred, for that was what it was called, formed around his hand, and then shot forward, exploding at the feet of Geist and the newest Acolyte. "I will fight you if I must, but I will not hold back if you attack me! Not even against a fellow Sorcerer and Alchemist, Geist," he finished, a snarl to his voice now. He knew that it was more of an empty threat for Geist, since he and Telkanin were actually equally matched, but for the Acolytes, it was more than an empty threat, although in his anger he was not taking into thought the fact that he was completely outnumbered and outmatched with Geist helping them.

OOC: If this really does turn into a fight, I'm screwed, lol​

 

[Count Sam]

"What you are doing is pointless Makkun"Vanderguff spoke as he reached the force, and used it to get his lightsaber's hilt in his right hand.However; Vanderguff did not activate his weapon since he knew well that in such a case fighting was really a very bad idea.

"you have lost the fight even before it started my friend...you are outnumbered,outmatched, and outsmarted. The fight here is already over and you have lost. As you know a Sith needs to be more tactful and cunning than that. I assure you those four acoyltes can take you down without Geist's help." Vanderguff added in his cold tone as he eyed Makkun.

"I am not trying to insult you here but still knowing advance force powers and being more knowledgable in the force does not make you better than these acolytes."

 

[Dmitri]

Geist used telekinesis to lift himself away from Makkun's Bolt of Hatred. The blast shot dirt in his direction. As he landed, he sighed.

"How hideous," Geist complained. "And here I was trying to end this needless mob by intervening. I see that you don't care for help. Since you'd rather have me as an enemy, then I accept."

Geist raised his lightsaber at Makkun.

"You think you're better than everyone here because you have a lightsaber? How pathetic can you get. I'll show you that a lightsaber is meaningless against a true work of art."

Geist put away his lightsaber. In it's place, he drew his Sith sword, a blade fueld by the Dark Side, able to resist a lightsaber's plasma blade. Even more deadly was the poison the blade was coated in. Unless having administered a peculiar serum beforehand, the poison would inflict haziness and paralysis, cutting off both physical and Force-oriented movement.

"Good bye, Makkun," said Geist.

Geist used the Force to shoot himself at Makkun. He was prepared to release another Force Push, to propel himself away if Makkun got past his defenses. As he charged at Makkun, Geist swung his sword horizontally. With hope, Makkun would jump into the air, as Weiss had something prepared.

Telekinetically levitating Makkun's alchemized dirt shuriken, Geist had it flying to zoom at Makkun's head. As Geist was being launched, his body was lurched farther to the ground, avoiding the projectory. If Makkun moved to the sides, he'd either be attacked by Geist's blades or the shuriken. If Makkun tried to jump up and away, the shuriken would get him.

"Beauty always wins against hideousness," said Geist.

 

[shinjo97]

Telkanin knew he'd backed himself into a corner, and all because he couldn't force himself to keep a cool head. At this point, he released the built up electricity towards Geist while also reaching his other hand towards the dirt shuriken, using the Force to undo his own Alchemy, reverting the weapon to its original state; nothing but dirt. He didn't look back while he destroyed the shuriken, though, instead focusing straight ahead, on Geist and his blade. He knew it was resistant to lightsabers... and he knew that it most likely had some sort of poison.

As his built up Force Electricity shot towards Geist, he brought his double-bladed lightsaber forward and ended the coursing lightning. He gripped his weapon's hilt with both hands and then began to spin his lightsaber, creating an extremely powerful defense against any sword or lightsaber attack. He moved slowly backwards, in case Geist had gotten through his Lightning Surge without taking any damage, so that he would be able to somewhat absorb the impact of the sword if it hit his lightsaber shield. He cursed at that moment, as well, finally realizing just how badly the odds were stacked against him right at this moment.​

 

[Vonlin]

Anger flooded through him, Geist's actions spoke of weakness and it disgusted him. He instantly let the force cloak drop, suddenly revealing Azool on the dune very near the others. He was already holding his own Sith sword.

"Geist you weak fool! Makkun is already being circled by sharks and you join them as if they need additional help? You take the easy route where you think you will be safe, avoiding any danger to yourself. I cannot tolerate your existence in our Order,"

He threw only a quick glance over his shoulder to all of the Acolytes, "I care not what you do with Makkun, he is all yours Acolytes, this one is mine!"

With that he bellowed in rage and channeled Sith lighting into the sword he held, letting it manifest even more in the dark artifact. The Sith lighting increased in power, magnified by the nexus of darkness and then Azool unleashed it from the sword in a throw. The streak of lighting was aimed for geists's lower chest and would incapacitated him if it connected.