Raising from the Dead (Sith Only)

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Silen Dumah awoke, with a rumble as she stood, and the earth around her gave way under the power of her legs, breaking apart and revealing the black armour of Silen, a former Dark Lord of the Sith, and proud scholar amongst their ranks. Shaking off the rubble from herself one of her arms found its way to her head, resting and outstretching her fingers over her exoskeleton she looked around and saw little but the old, broken, flaming wreckage which lay scattered across the area. Picking herself up, and stepping from what had once seemed to be her attempted grave, she noticed that her force sabres lay not far from where she was, though they had been taken from her person, the people who had attempted to use them had found out quickly that they could not be operated by people not well versed in the dark side, believing them to be broken they were left. Taking each of them in turn and attaching them to their rightful place on her tarnished though still master crafted armour. But thus begged the question...

what exactly happened here?

Silen remembered her battle with her foe, an epic conflict expanding the room around them, lightning crashing against lightning causing colossal sonic booms which ripped the windows out of the room around them. the Enemy had attempted to breach into the Aing-Tii's mind, only to find her mind was like a fortress, and through she assailed it with a hundred fleets, it was like assailing a planet well defended, and there simply was not time for the skirmish. It was not long before the light sabres came to light, ripping through the particles around them as Silen walked toward her opponent, her opponent meeting her with an epic clash. From here Silen's vision became blurry, there was, a sound, a warning, all the while in the background of the battle. An hour passed as she touched her armour as she tried to remember... An image of a siren appearing in her mind, roaring clearer and clearer.

Ah, yessss....

Silen remembered, as the adversary and the Sith Lord fought, neck and neck, meeting each other as equals at every turn, a signal pierced through the hallways pertaining to a threat on the facility, forces in Silen's mind echoed out like sound waves aggrivated and trying as the assailant continued his desperate battle, there were screams, death, and roars of triumph alike as the battle on Corbos continued. The fort's laser batteries and Ion cannons were beginning to open fire on the horizon. They seemed to come to that agreement, and with that, the fallen Aing-Tii, threw her opponent into and through the nearest air lock. Sith warriors and the few Imperial soldiers whom had not already sortied to the conflict made quick tracks as they saw above them white ships penetrating the atmosphere... Silen knew those ships, she remembered them from the Kathol Rift... They were Aing-Tii...

Looking back to the wreckage around her, she remembered everything, her adversary, one of the head warrior monks of the Aing-Tii. They'd come for her as a loose end, their advanced ship weapons shredding the fully fortified Sith compound suddenly and without warning. Invading like a tide and even against the might of the Empire, surprise became their biggest weapon. The Aing-Tii were peaceful and nomadic until it came to their secrets being revealed, especially by one who decided to leave and go into exile. After their leader was defeated in combat, the Aing-Tii battleship was bought down by the laser batteries on the planet, the advanced Ion weapons proving many times more ineffective against the force fortified bioengineering. As the war was being won however, Silen had not been unwounded in the fight, one of their ship weapons, though grounded, still fired, one had crashed through the window, the blast sprawling Silen back several meters, altering even her perception of time. People must have thought her dead and buried her in a shallow grave on Corbo's surface, but the grave was badly packed, leaking air, and Silen's clad armour kept her maintained for some time, going into a force enhanced stasis for some time until the effects of the weapon dissolved.

Silen focused on her connection to the force, forming a single phrase in her mind as well as co-ordinates. Sending a mental pulse out in every direction, strong enough to be heard like a force scream an acolyte could pick up anywhere over the planet's surface, though more adept force users could ascertain the call from much further away... The words, were "I live~" the tone inviting, and relieved. But it was also heard by her sith spawn. Ziz and Oosydd who had been a part of the ravenous battle were only some miles away, surviving in the wild on their own volition, together, hearing their masters command through the force, they acted swiftly to return to her side. The Corinthian had no doubt been called back to the Imperium... aboard it her Leviathan and Tuk'ata. She needed transport, and Corbos was still a planet rife with the history of the sith, someone would come, if not many.

So sitting, and taking to her meditation and channelling, Silen purged what other harm had come to her body with the talent of dark side healing, using whatever spare hours to recover her force potential back to its maximum. Her location within the gutted and destroyed remains of the Aing-Tii battleship which had been stripped bare of anything which could have been of use.

 

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It didn't take long before Imperial troops were sent to discover the this massive ripple in the force, a Corvette class ship hovered overhead as landing craft swarmed the location, from a distance she had already been identified as Silen'Dumah, a lost sith lord wom had been missing for the better part of a few weeks now, she was thought to have died in the attack, or at the hands of Damara, though no dice. As they reached down and collected her, she insinuated to some of the weapons left behind by the Aing-Tii, it was just a shame she would probably not be able to reverse engineer much of their technology. Aing-Tii ships were dangerous things, but even that knowledge should not be placed in the hand of people who could abuse it, it could not only destroy the balance in the force, it could potentially destroy the galaxy.

Take me to my ship, please soldiers... In the mean time, one of you must lead me to a work station, i must repair my equipment...

She spoke with her effeminate voice through Telekinesis, as the men who surrounded her marvelled a little at the idea of a polite sith. They did as she said, Silen missed those aboard the Corinthian, she was given the full official report of what happened to the attackers on Corbos, they had struck with an Aing-Tii Battleship. The Corinthian as well as the planetary defence waged the aerial assault on the ship while they landed in masse. Their weapons and force powers were different, they were weapons the empire was not used to fighting, and with little record on them. They cut a swathe through the imperial forces until they reached the Sith outpost. Where the Sith crusaders and acolytes as well as silen did a much better job against the warrior monks. Silen faced off with their commander, and fell him in combat as their battleship fell from the sky to crash into the planet still firing.

And that's when i took a hit from one of the Aing-Tii weapons... But it seems my connection with the force allowed me to survive. You may add that to the record, thereafter, leave me.

She spoke once she had reached a work bench and plate by plate she repaired her armour while going through the Sith records to determine exactly what was happening in the universe at the time... The attack on the Jedi core planets it seemed had finally come to a beach head. Silen remembered a time where she was to be amongst the sith battling there. It was a time long past, so she had better rendezvous with the Corinthian and perhaps head in that direction. Hopefully many of her troops still lived, but until then, she found herself repairing her force sabres and the plates of her armour with the strength, procedures and resources of sith alchemy as well as some general engineering. The sith sword locked on her tail gleamed its dark light as she prophesied.

This is going to be a new age for the sith... i sense many things have changed... and more yet will change. There will be a victory... but following will be a long, devastating loss...

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