Ask Talking Telos

[Malerion]

Telos had once been home to one of the Sith Academies of the now deceased Empire. Granted it was viewed as the least prestigious, were only the gritty and lucky graduated and became anything more than a pencil pusher or cannon fodder for the Imperial war machine. That lack of prestige and pride however was what Malerion was counting on, his plan was in the final stages of deployment, so the Sith only had his recent proactive record and his charming voice to persuade those still around to join him in the revival of their order. If he went to Korriban, Dromund Kast, Ziost or Serenno now he would be laughed out if not killed.

Even though the Empire had recently collapsed, fear was still running rampant around the lower echelons of the Sith Order and many still feared the retribution of the Imperial scum should they come back and unleash hellfire from the sky. Malerion hoped to harness some of that fear to band these dredges together.

The Sith was in his full war gear, gleaming black and red armour, lightsaber on one hip, Sith Warblade on the other and his seax at his back. The partial open face of his helmet showed his sickly yellow eyes, a byproduct of his descent into Dark Side. The Gunship, currently the strongest ship he owned, landed near the site of the old Academy, lights seemed to be on but hardly was in sight.

Malerion turned to face the other Sith which had joined him, a red-skinned Zabrak named Drexus. He hadn’t heard much about the man, but that wasn’t surprising most people didn’t know much about him either. As the cargo bay opened, a dozen battle droids moved out around the shuttle securing the landing area as the pair waited inside, the four gunner turrets rotating, eyes scanning for any Imperial holdouts.

“Do you know anyone from the Telos academy? Would be handy if we had a friendly face to start.” He asked, Malerion himself was trained in the far West on Namadii and Adumar so knew no one from the Eastern Academies.

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[Drexus Brogroo]

Drexus was accompanying Malerion on a mission to gather soldiers as well as fellow Sith to restore the Order. This was by far the biggest mission Drexus had been a part of and he found pride in that, but it would show on his face, nor through the helmet he wore from his warrior's armor. It was covering all of his body, to include the horns underneath. He liked his identity to be hidden kept from others. After all, it was his father's wish.

Still, he had a job to do as a member of the Order and that was to rebuild. Malerion offered a thorough gameplan, and Drexus chose to follow it. As they landed, Drexus took in the aura around them, where the dark side flowed thick. It was caressing the very surroundings of the two Sith.

When Malerion had asked if Drexus knew anyone from Telos, he responded, "I was trained on Dathomir. Telos is still new to me." The Zabrak, hidden by armor would walk out and take the first few steps on the ground of the planet and looked around. "Looks like we're both making acquaintances today. We should start with the lower ranks. They'll follow us before any Champions or Masters."

It was time for the job to begin. This was going to be.. interesting.

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[Malerion]

Dathomir, it was closer than Adumar but still not what he had hoped for. The fact that the Sith was trained on a closed off world, where no official academy lay and was controlled by the fiercely matriarchal society of the Nightsisters was intriguing and perhaps something he would dive into further in the future. For the moment though they had other matters plus a glimmer of light in the doorway caught his attention.

“I doubt we will find many if any Master’s here.” He replied, stepping through the ring of battle droids and onto the open area before the temple site. “Most would have fled, either to join Darth Tempest or into the arms of the Imperial Knights. Only the weak just gave up and left their lightsabers behind.” Even though he hated and despised the Empire and its Knights, he gave them more respect than the Sith that had just handed their Lightsabers over and went to a life of peace.

“But, you never know. Once Telos came independent some might have returned.” Malerion continued, he shifted into the shadow of the main building, as his eyes adjusted to the darkness he began to see pairs of eyes all over the building staring out at the pair.

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[Drexus Brogroo]

What Malerion had said about giving up the lightsabers was true. Unfortunately Drexus was there that day. It wasn't about the sabers, it was about giving up their weapons and leaving under order of a power he found weaker, especially now. The Empire under Din hasn't been what it has said to live up to be so far. Drexus was also going to keep his presence there under wraps for now. No point in dwelling on that day.

Drexus followed the other Sith as they made way to building. Perhaps he was right, that Sith had fled to stay under Tempest's control. It what the Sith have been doing for the past however many years. Why would they change so abruptly? At the very least, the two Sith here could find some other things to help build their arsenal.

Then as the two entered the building, Drexus could see pair after pair after pair of eyes staring back at them. Looked as if they were burning holes through them. Drexus was right about one thing for sure so far, this was going to be interesting. "Perhaps you are correct." Drexus had a hand close by his saber he picked up off an abomination on his last mission. If they were hostile, he needed to be ready.

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[Malerion]

The eyes staring at him made the back of his neck itch, would any of them strike out. Malerion could sense Force Sensitives among them, but not all were blessed with the gift. Family? Slaves? Or just refugees using the temple's resources for their own survival. A snarl appeared on Malerion’s face as they stood in the grand entrance hall in silence, not a single man or woman approaching them, all cowering in the shadows.

His hand snatched the lightsaber from his belt, a snap-hiss followed bathing the Sith in deep crimson. “My name is Malerion of Adumar, as per the traditions of our ancestors I challenge whoever leads here to combat. For leadership of those who remain.” He shouted, turning in the spot as he spoke. Malerion wasn’t sure if there was such a leader, or even if he could beat the person, but he didn’t have time to sit and talk.

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[Drexus Brogroo]

As they came into the room, it was obvious there were individuals that could wield the force here, but none wanted to come out to face the Sith pair. Seemed this was going to be harder than need be, but nonetheless there was a way around everything. Seemed that Malerion had the same idea as well.

Drexus had his own feelings about Malerion assuming he would just assume leadership so quickly, but it was smarter to play along for now. Perhaps Malerion could prove himself worthy of leadership. For now, it was time to see who he had challenged. A Sith Master? Champion? Perhaps a Dark Jedi if they were around here now. If it were anything less, Drex would be thoroughly disappointed from the fight sure to come.

Standing with his hand by the saber, Drex was prepared for an ambush attack, or an unhonorable fight where the rest come in to fight them both head on. "To deny the challenge is the showing of weakness. Would you ever want to follow the weak?" Drexus asked the multitude of people in the hall as they awaited the arrival of the person in charge.

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[Malerion]

Malerion turned slowly on the spot, as he did he allowed his frustration and anger at the galaxy to get the better of his emotions, allowing him to easily delve into the Dark Side. A feeling of boiling anger began to radiate across the room in waves emanating from the Sith Champion, Drexus would feel it the worst and even as accomplished as he was in the Dark Side even he would feel his blood begin to rise.

“Come on you fucking cowards.” He screamed, the anger easily heard in his voice. “If you do not want to fight me then I demand you come out here and kneel to me.” Malerion continued pointing his saber at the surrounding walls, its red hue covering the left side of his body glinting off the armour. “And if you will not bow to me, I will come in there and kill every single one of you. Now fight or fall on your knees!”

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[Drexus Brogroo]

Drexus watched on as Malerion had been confronting the entirety of randoms in the darkness. Looking around he found no pure details on a single individual, they had seemed frightened or scared or just playing into the Sith's anger. When the force tremored with fierce heat, Drexus knew there was anger coming from Malerion, but now it was stronger. He was quick to anger, a flaw.. though what Sith isn't?

The Zabrak himself was getting irritated and surge from the fierce played into his hate, his eyes glowing the Sith's yellow. Though his helmet would prevent anyone ever seeing them. "Malerion.. perhaps we should just go in for the kill. Clearly they fear our power." The modulated voice would be clear, and whether Malerion chose to run in or not was his problem, Drexus was trying to bait out whoever was in charge to save everyone from being killed.

"Clearly they all want to die today." His stance moving to a power stance, his arms crossed with his saber hilt resting in his right hand. It was time to see their last chance play.

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