The Era of the Bogan (Open only to Bogan who were NOT left on Ando Prime)

[FallenKeeper]

Radzkie's words were sharp like the edge of a vibroblade. And again filled with wisdom. Sniiv saw it in the cold-burning eyes of the man who he would call master. Until the time came to sever ties, and possibly life from corpse. To be compared to a whore meant nothing to the rodian, he respected those that used what they had to survive. Especially with little effort. Success should be quick and well rewarding, regardless of the means.

Sniiv would be subserviant to his master until he gained what he needed. As he was released from the crush, which he had barely managed to keep at bay, he knelt and simply answered: "Yes, my master."

 

[Dread]

So Radzkie had gained what he desired, though he doubted this one would be so easily tempered he had been proven wrong. Radzkie chin tilted down to the kneeling apprentice, the mountain of muscles, in approval of the action.

Without further words he stood, his clawed fingers flattened on the chair arms as he used his thin arm muscles to lift his small body upright to it's full stature of five foot nine. Beneath his robes his three hilts wobbled to his movement before his robes settled back over them creating creases and three lumps around his hips.

Striding along the halls, if his apprentice followed or not, he made his way to the bridge. Halting a few feet away from the early arrivals, Radzkie stood back in the shadows as he always did - hidden, ever the manipulator behind the scene.

 

[FallenKeeper]

Radzkie's demure size became clear when he stood. He appeared thin and frail. In the end it mattered little in comparison to command of the force. Sniiv rose after his master departed and followed him without command. If he wanted to gain power he could not sit idly by like a cur.

The two strode down the corridor in what seemed to be an endless silence. The apprentice followed the master dutifully but conniving. Radzkie made a mistake in leaving Sniiv to follow him. The predatory instinct to take advantage was strong, but not moreso than the acolytes self control. He hadn't gained what he needed and would see this apprenticeship through to the bloody end.

When they reached the bridge Radzkie seemed to stand at an unseen border. Perhaps in an attempt to maintain a semblance of mystique. But with a six foot, heavily muscled rodian behind, it was rather pointless.

 

[Lyeric Ubbal Arathilion]

Hearing the intercom as clear as any, Libertine did not consider himself a ghost. He moved with style, fought with presence, and succeeded with class; yet he was not the kind to go unnoticed, be that his purpose or not. However, Libertine knew it was time he found transport to the Faithless.

Libertine assumed his skill unmatched, yet awarded overconfidence with retribution. He did not posses the skills of an assassin, as his focus was poised combat and superior saber handling.

The masked human made way towards the hanger, hailing the communications center to make ready a pilot to shuttle him aboard the flagship and clear their departure. Libertine would serve the Bogan with every breath, and so would not tarnish the name. Should the designated recon team come across anything requiring more capable attention, Libertine would be more than ready to further the name of his superiors and make their supremacy known to the planet's inhabitants!

 

[Wit]

The Faithless, the flagship of the Bogan fleet was a maelstrom of darkness, a beast of unmeasurable power and unquenchable hatred ready to be unleashed on the Galaxy. The Bogan were finally about to take control of the Galaxy from the grips of the foolishly delusional Jedi, extinguish their light and engulf it in their own darkness. The path was laid out for them, the fate of the Galaxy poised in the balance, but the first steps would be taken here, on Conscio.

Deep in the bowels of the ship, seated in the tiny quarters that had been assigned to her, Lyra heard the message blaring over the speakers. She had felt the power and authority the words carried, had felt the reaction of those close to her when they had recognized the voice coming over the speaker. Some felt lust for the power its speaker held, some felt fear, some were genuinely inspired by it. For Lyra it aroused curiosity, curiosity about the Dark Master, about how his very voice could inspire such emotions in others. People feared him and Lyra wanted that power, wanted to make it her own to further engulf the Galaxy in the darkness that the Bogan were spreading.

The first steps were about to be taken to make this new world their own, and anyone who felt up to the task had been summoned to the bridge. Lyra was confident in her abilities, too long she had been waiting on the sidelines, she was eager to prove herself. Getting up from the floor she stepped out from her quarters and made her way to the bridge.

 

[Jaqen H'ghar]

((guessing enough time has passed to warrant moving on.))

He turned around in his chair on the command deck. "Ah...look at all of you, how wonderful..." Quickly he scanned their individual presence in the force, singling out one and approaching him. He was smaller in stature, but to judge someone by their size was often said to be foolish when dealing with force users. When a short alien can chuck a fighter ship at you with his mind, it really matters little. Of course there was also the six foot tall rodian standing behind him...who seemed less appealing.

"You...I don't know you. You seem to be the most accomplished here though. Name, Rank, and specialty, if you kindly would." Jord rested his arms within his cloak, long hair flowing out over it, armor on all but his helmet and waited for the other Bogan to reply.

 

[Dread]

As the master approached Radzkie adjusted his own stance, chin slightly lowering in respect though also as a precautionary measure. His black hood appeared to cover his face further from the angle, causing a darker shadow beneath it. A posture symbolical to his skills.

With one more movement, he clasped his hands before his chest before addressing the master. "Radzkie, Crusader and stealth..." His voice was a soft soothing whisper, though he projected it as loud as his ability allowed, to cut through any distracting sounds. Then, respectfully, he added, "Ready to serve..."

 

[Joshua]

Kryzun could sense the abnormalities of the Force around him. He saw the body of Radzkie, and he could feel a greater source of the Force. Kryzun decided to ignore the surroundings, and focus on the data pad on the lightsaber form, Ataru. He kept moving his illuminated eyes towards the powerful figure, but kept reading the words of the data pad in front of him. The Force was strong with this one, but it wasn't going to be stronger than Kryzun would one day be, and nothing was going to stop him from reaching this goal.

His teeth glistened as the thuggish grin brought some emotions to the "robotic" like expressions, which were thought to be engraved on the young Zabrak's face. His hood was cloaking his face, the 'glow in the dark' eyes still glistening in the slightest darkness. The ignorance to the Force was hard for someone affiliated with it; especially someone like Kryzun. He didn't want to say a word, so all he could do was think to himself.

 

[Zen]

Alexis, sighed and made her way out. Following and following hoping to make something better off this life style. Upon seeing Rad's, and some weird Mofo, she couldn't be noisy enough as to not listen in, She came close her style of movement was unstable and looked as she was about to fall and pass out, carefully she took her place on the wall, And spoke. In a More cocky and Blisse way. "Are all men alike? Cocky, over condemnation, incapable of having power and greed to not get themselves killed?" She asked simply.

 

[Dread]

Radzkie bowing head, projecting subservience to the master before him was not lowered enough to see nothing but the ground; his dulled eyes strained so they could get a side view of the newest voices source. As the other Bogan ended her babbling, the Dark Side power coursing through Radzkie's veins only became more noticeable. Annoyance caused discomfort and anger, stirring on creative thoughts of how he would end the life of the women who had just entered the room. But Radzkie covered up his momentary distraction with a grim smirk, the left side of his lips rose up, sharp slightly discolored Sephi teeth barely showed through the parting of his lips in reaction. Radzkie would not reply, only return his gaze to the presence of the commanding force in front of him to continue their conversation.

 

[Zen]

Alexis Nonomyth looked at the Master, Her mind still having a Wall, Yet she was capable of reading thoughts from others, she kept still and looked down, she still could not get over her Brother's foolish death.. Yet she felt this weird boy's angry. She flashed her Purple hair over and spoke, clearly and calmly."A Child at your Age, should be treated and received proper milk and cookies instead of telling your Elder's The dis pas for them, I may fool you because of my Physical Age is of a twenty one year old simple female being, yet I have years of experience in what I do, I am eighty Nine years of age, I have another eight or one Hundred to live before I deceased of old age, heck if I keep this life style I will die early." She chuckled at the small child. This Zardak was indeed a small baby boy. She spoke again."Your words would not mean anything. There countless ways to tell how some one is angry, whether it is words, Face expressions, or the force and ETC. It doesn't matter, Child, just hope I don't end up drunk enough and unable to control myself, and kill you while you sleep in your childish little bubble." She laughed and mocked him.

 

[FallenKeeper]

There was an intense heat crawling along Sniiv's skin and a chill of excitement shot up his spine as he felt the dark side pulsing in the air. His eyes shut and he breathed deeply, drinking in the hate that filled the room. He would remember the sensation and draw upon it later.

The acolyte stood like a statue. His head was high, back straightened, shoulders back. Sniiv made no sound and maintained his composure as Raszkie was addressed by Jord and then Alexis.

 

[Lyeric Ubbal Arathilion]

Libertine stepped onto the clean hanger floors of the Faithless, showing a mirror image as the soles of his feet connect with each meeting. Yet as they pulled together, Libertine's posture pulled back and away from the melting images. His lifting nature of supremacy and physicality was evident with every line and contour of his midnight black suit. He stepped to, knowing that he was not expected or awaited; yet he would make his presence available, to be so exactly located should any require it.

 

[Wit]

Lyra stood near the rear of the group of potential members for the scouting mission, watching, listening, feeling, observing in every sense of the word. A motley collection of dark-siders, crusaders and acolytes alike from a number of species had responded to Master Jord's call, but at least one amongst them was familiar to her, the crusader Radzkie; the zabrak had led a team consisting of Lyra and some other acolytes on a mission some time back. But the others were mostly unknown to her, which was just fine, this gave her more people to observe, learn why they were here. Learning would lead to understanding, understanding to control, and control to power.

So she stood silently at the back, feeling the varied emotions brewing in the bubbling cauldron of activity that the bridge was becoming. Fear from some, detached interest from some of the crew members, arrogance from others, but then from the Dark Lord himself, .....nothing. She could not read him, it was not as if he was devoid of emotions, like with everyone else she could feel then within him. But she just couldn't comprehend them, so different and calm were his thoughts in comparison to everyone else present that she could not derive the driving purpose behind them. Had he achieved such a level of power and self assurance, of destructively calm control, that his very thoughts seemed alien to her? Interesting and so very intriguing.

More glad by the second of her decision to volunteer for this mission, she focused on Jord, this time not just using her emphatic abilities but the Force as well. She knew he might sense her action, but her curiosity was sparked and the risk seemed worth it. As she opened herself to the Force she felt another familiar presence on the Faithless that made her turn her head around in its direction, one that had not been aboard the ship before. Libertine, another past acquaintance from that very same mission, another intriguing personality. Smiling ever so slightly she turned back to observe the conversation between Master Jord and Radzkie.

 

[Zen]

She looked at others and laughed, this was merely a treat. To see all this children playing with there stuff, she and begun to speak."I see, I have silted the person that is incapable of controlling pain, or angry. Good I like people that are mute, and unable to talk, It begins a Kink, to the game, of Love, Torture, Misfortune, Death." She now made her satiation, at Jord, and just shook her head, at him. She then bowed her head at him, showing her respect, and then leaned on the wall again..

 

[Jaqen H'ghar]

After watching the woman talk for a brief moment he held out his hand and crushed it, using the force to do much the same to the girls organs. He turned to face her. "You were not addressed, it's best you keep silent, or I'll have you jettisoned off into space where no one can hear your incessant babbling, I hope that's perfectly clear..." He kept his hand held closed allowing the force to continue to cause harm as he went on to address the rest of those gathered;

"This is a new era for the Bogan. Discipline will be valued more than intimidation. Loyalty to our Lord will be what unites us, and discipline will be what keeps the infighting down. It is the job of the superiors to instill this discipline because obviously..." he motions to Alexis, "We are lacking. Anger, Hatred, Lust, the dark side grows stronger for all of this. But if we wish to achieve our goals within our new Empire, then we to must change, as is the way of chaos, ever evolving."

He released his grip finally after his speech. "Radzkie I will have you lead a recon team planet side. Pick three others, and you are under my command. Which means you will also be under my authority. Should any give you problems do with them as you wish, but you will be held accountable for your actions. Fail me, and you fail our Lord. Do not be seen, or heard. You will be as ghosts, invisible, dead to that planet as far as the natives are concerned. Your objective is to learn about them as much as you can without leaving any reason to think you were ever there. Understood?"

 

[Zen]

She gasped her throw, and begun to shrink in. She would begin to speak."Understood." She coughed out, her hands glew darkish red, as both of her palms were around her throat, and she begun to counter strike the Choke, to heal and less the Pain, and keep at bay, That much she can do, until he let go. The Healing process around her, throat was rather quick and sharper then must Healers, Or users of the Force Heal. She begun to speak much normal now, keeping her focus still on the healing, and she was about to lose focus at any time of her end, due to her being drunk. "Can you let go, before I Choke and Die, please." She said normally, she did not know how much she can continue this process to counter his choke, at the time being, of her being drunk.

 

[Dread]

With a extra lowering of his his chin then raising it back up, Radzkie gave a nod along with a answer, "Understood, Master Dhar-Kor Jord..."

Right away, Radzkie got to work. Grey eyes studying each figure standing in the room. Not only measuring them by the way they looked, but how they pulsed in the force. Whatever conclusion he came to about their usefulness would be left unknown, as then he choose a biased point of view to go from; a safer method. Radzkie knew of one women who stood in the room. Lyra. Her skills had already been watched under his eyes, as he had acted as her leader during a Bogan mission. In front of him his left hand rose with a limp wrist, pointer finger pointing at the Zeltron, waving as if he choose her randomly. "Lyr."

Then it was time to choose another, though he knew his next choice would likely be the other Zabrak in the room per his bias. Radzkie, however, did not know about this one so it would be a risk on his part. Pointing at the Zabrak as he had at the Zeltron, Radzkie spoke again, "You," though he paused and added onto his words, "Rank, skills? Can you follow orders...well?"

Before the other Zabrak answered, Radzkie turned his gaze back too Jord with questioning eyes, "I also have another man, he can join...he just hasn't shown up yet. I would like to...go fetch him." Libertine was on the ship, Radzkie knew this, and although he was not alike Radzkie in concealment, Libertine was exceedingly adaptive - following orders perfectly. Stealth was not just the ability to hide oneself in the force, but too be sharp enough to adapt to changing circumstances and orders. He would be the next biased choice as he had also been under Radzkie leadership in the past.

 

[FallenKeeper]

Sniiv contained his impulse to chuckle as the Zeltron woman was being crushed by Jord. He could sense the pain and desperation she felt as she tried to resist the dark power curling its grasp around her form. It was enjoyable.

The words Jord spoke to the assembled group were easy enough to understand. Stealth would be key for the success of their mission. And stealth was something Sniiv understood well. It was how he survived on Rodia, alone in the jungle. He felt confident that Radzkie would choose him, his new apprentice, so he remained stoic and listened vigilantly for his name to be mentioned.

When it was not called his mind shifted to a temporary state of anxiety. Was he not strong enough to join the team? No, it couldn't have been that. Sniiv thought- no, he knew he was strong. His frame betrayed this fact. Radzkie had never learned his name which could have been the reason. But that was a fool's comforting thought. It WAS because he was strong.

None could expect such a large being to be as stealthy as a serpent or as quiet as a corpse. He needed to say something quick before the opportunity passed! "I am a hunter, I know ways to avoid being seen without tapping into the dark side. I can be a valuable asset." he said firmly, reining in his emotions until they were stilled.

 

[Joshua]

Kryzun looked up to the aura-filled Sith figure addressing him, and turned off the datapad he was currently reading. His hood, still covering the majority of his face, rippled a little as he stood up, his Zabrak-tattooed body towered over the mere Sith Crusader, but the aura's were in complete contrast. The Zabrak bowed his head to the crusader. His yellow eyes glistened in the darkness of his hood, the red skin beginning to glow in the chambers of the vessel.

"I am a mere acolyte, but I am haunted by the images of hate and distrust, the only community I serve are the ones that follow the orders of the Bogan. I am under your command, Crusader."

The Zabrak's robes rippled a little more as he revealed his red skinned face, the yellow eyes still glistening in the light of the vessel. The tattoos, were not heavenly, they were more... devilish. The Zabrak was truthful, he was filled with hatred, forced to, by the Dark Jedi of the Bogan. His Satan look seemed to become addressed by the other acolytes, who hadn't even noticed his silent being until now.