Sith - Malachor Contingent [Ex]
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				Title: <strong>Sith - Malachor Contingent [Ex]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mnemaxa</strong> on <strong>01-07-2009, 17:23:34</strong>
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				The thrumming of the old freighter's hyperdrive through the thick armor was akin to being inside a vast, purring ketharet, save that one was not being digested.&nbsp; While not the most swift, or the most comfortable, the old Wayfarer class freighter had two very potent attributes that made it ideal for the small group of Sith.&nbsp; First, it was inconspicuous.&nbsp; Even the obvious armament was acceptable for a deep space freighter to carry; the heavy armor, laced liberally with cortosis, would be a startling surprise to any unfortunates who assumed it was easy prey.&nbsp; More importantly it was spacious.&nbsp; <br><br>The students each had their own rooms in the main ship; the modular system inside the freighter's hold made it easy to build partitions and separations for their varied curriculum; and the two smaller shuttles in the hold made it possible that escape could be managed, as well as not risking direct docking with the largely unknown space station.&nbsp; Of course, the final, and perhaps most critical aspect of using the large freighter was that it made it possible to house the mad droid somewhere that was not immediately near the students quarters.&nbsp; It had commandeered a sizable section of the storage bay for a 'medical facility'.&nbsp; It was here that Darth Simetra now sat, contemplating the heavy yellow crystal that was the centerpiece of the 'medical bay'.&nbsp; <br><br>She was not currently using the crystal; or, more accurately, she was not sharing herself with the crystal.&nbsp; H8 DR01B Did not mind her toying with the crystal, so long as she left its potency undiluted and untapped.&nbsp; She had no need for such 'support', but instead added layers of complexity and depth to the Dark Side the gem possessed.&nbsp; Still, Simetra was wary when H8 was about; the droid itself might not be a threat, but that which it carried could be.&nbsp; It said something about her that she feared the insanity of the medical droid less than the Krath holocron it was possessed of, or by.&nbsp; <br><br>She let her mind wander as she nurtured the burning, seething cauldron of venomous hate and monstrous disgust that lay inside her.&nbsp; The other masters of Malachor had thought her an ideal candidate for this expedition; the students they had sent with her left a great deal to be desired, though.&nbsp; Still....they had potential.&nbsp; Vidanes' unusual aptitude for dealing with the 'Living Force' could be useful, if he'd ever listen to the voices outside of his head.&nbsp; Then there was Damiana.&nbsp; It was perhaps the most ambitious of the students, in terms of sorcery.&nbsp; It was also the only one who used a Force-touched weapon, which Simetra both approved and disapproved of.&nbsp; Light saber combat was too common, to essential to the warrior sects that spouted what they believed was 'Sith Philosophy'.&nbsp; Even Malachor's teachings held the weapons near and dear to their hearts, a situation which incensed Simetra to no end.&nbsp; Still, both students were capable of manipulating the living Force quite well.&nbsp; The other...well, that was another matter.<br><br>Rising slowly she let a brief, hateful smile touch her thin lips.&nbsp; The expression pulled at the scars along her upper left cheek painfully, and she consumed that as she consumed all her hate, anger, disgust, and pain.&nbsp; None of them understood.&nbsp; The Dark Side followers, the Light Side followers, the fools on korriban....and precious few on Malachor.&nbsp; There was no separation, no discernible difference in the Force.&nbsp; It was all in how it was used....actively, passively, currently, in the past....all of it was there to be used.&nbsp; And to use.&nbsp; The fools from Korriban who sent their proxies to die would not even understand half of what they found there, and wouldn't even be able to use more than two thirds of it....the Old Sith had guarded their secrets well.&nbsp; <br><br>But the Force would unlock all their secrets.&nbsp; And those who were unworthy would become part of it sooner rather than later....
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sith - Malachor Contingent [Ex]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>01-07-2009, 18:14:59</strong>
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				Damiana was currently practicing the very sorcery that Simetra had noticed it held so highly.&nbsp; The androgenous alien whispered a few words, sprinking the herbs into the concotation that was slowly cooking over the heat pad.&nbsp; Damiana closed its eyes, muttering a few more words.&nbsp; It reached out with its delicate slender fingers trying to decide which instrument would be best to stir it.<br><br>"The volcanic rock would be right for thiss.." it hissed, looking down at the obsidian stirrer.&nbsp; It picked it up, slowly mixing it.&nbsp; Sense had always been the weakest of its diciplines.&nbsp; Its hope for this potion was that it might allow him to sense other force users near by.&nbsp; It finished mixing it, turning down the heat.&nbsp; The potion was glowing slightly, it seemed like it might be ready.&nbsp; It seemed like it might work indeed.&nbsp; It smirked a bit as it lifted it, pouring it into a vial.<br><br>It had plans indeed.&nbsp; Upon hearing of this expediation, it had jumped at the chance.&nbsp; A chance to study the ancient sorceries, perhaps find the knowledge.&nbsp; Even better a chance to show its worth as a possible apprentice.&nbsp; This could be a very good chance indeed.&nbsp; It smirked as it corked the vial, adding it to its selection.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sith - Malachor Contingent [Ex]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>01-07-2009, 20:16:52</strong>
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				H8 DR01B perched on the wall near where Damiana was engaging in her inscrutable activities.&nbsp; The droid was quite comfortable, its torso bolted to the wall, while its head dangled from the ceiling, connected by a few cables.&nbsp; H8's eyes glowed a deep red, providing a distinct aura to the chamber as he worked with his "patient," an unfortunate guard who had blundered into a secure area of his factory.&nbsp; The traps sliced his head off, but it wasn't enough for H8.&nbsp; He had recently made the acquisition of an HK series assassin droid head, and meant to use it.&nbsp; <br><br>A network of thick cables connected the droid to a pair of ASPs, their hands replaced with implements better suited to a slaughterhouse than a medical lab.&nbsp; The patent's heart hadn't stopped beating since he was born, and H8 intended to keep it beating until he died.&nbsp; The body itself formed a crude neural net, and it had taken him little more than an hour to reconnect the spinal column to the poor creature's brain, now encased in nutrient fluids.&nbsp; <br><br>With great care, H8 filled his victims with lattices of a curious material infused with the dark side, a material which fed on pain and suffering.&nbsp; Working delicately, he infused nearly the entire nervous system of his future minion with shadowsteel, ensuring that the improvised droid would grow stronger and stronger as the brain within suffered.&nbsp; From there, he began the truly ambitious part of his work.&nbsp; H8 connected power to the HK head, and delicately spliced its output connectors with the voluntary nervous system of his experiment.&nbsp; "Outraged Exclamation: Why am I covered in meat Master!"&nbsp; The HK unit howled, straining against its restraints.&nbsp; The shadowsteel within it began to grow stronger instantly, causing the new minion to strain itself against the table it was strapped to.<br><br>Gently running her hands along the new HK Meatbag's body, H8 picked up the brain in a jar, and sealed it inside a durasteel safe.&nbsp; H8's head slid along a railing, into the chamber where Damiana sat, and it gave its report.&nbsp; "The creation of the first minion is complete.&nbsp; The other two will be forthcoming to assist you.&nbsp; Within three hours, I'll have the nutrient drip functional to keep them going."&nbsp; He reported, the cable from his head hanging low against the ground.&nbsp; Unsteadily, the nude meat puppet got to its feet, and began to search for something to kill for its masters.&nbsp; &nbsp;It began to moan.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Existental query: Why Master?&nbsp; Why?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sith - Malachor Contingent [Ex]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>01-07-2009, 20:21:21</strong>
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				Damiana could hear H8 carrying on its experiments and shivered a bit in lust at the sounds and screams of pain.&nbsp; It looked up as H8 came in claiming its success.&nbsp; "Very excellent H8.&nbsp; These minions will be very helpful."&nbsp; Its eyes slid over H8.&nbsp; Its' homeworld did not the technology to create droids and it had a secrete fascination and attraction to this metal walking thing.<br><br>It attached the vial to its belt and glided over to H8.&nbsp; "Your technology fascinates me.&nbsp; It holds much promise, does it not?" It queried as it studied the droid.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sith - Malachor Contingent [Ex]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>01-07-2009, 21:23:26</strong>
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				H8 made a dismissive sound with its surgical drill,&nbsp; looking up from the female corpse he was already working on.&nbsp; "I don't really think it holds much promise.&nbsp; I suspect these things will be functional about a month or two before they tear their own bones out.&nbsp; Assuming their wretched programming doesn't get them killed first."&nbsp; He said in a grave tone, flicking on a&nbsp; buzzsaw to slice off a hand that had withered from lack of blood.&nbsp; "If you mean to say, though, that technology can aid the cause of the sith, then yes, it can."&nbsp; H8 said, as a gusher of stale blood poured down into a grate by the bed.
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				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>01-07-2009, 21:27:56</strong>
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				Damiana stepped closer watching as the buzzsaw cut through the hand of the female corpses.&nbsp; It watched silently making mental notes.&nbsp; "Their free will is gone I take it?&nbsp; Replaced by your will?"&nbsp; It was fascinating, sorcery in its own right.<br><br>Its' nails gently stroked its own skin as it watched through slitted eyes.&nbsp; "The others of this ship are far to quiet at the moment for my tastes."&nbsp; One learned to be aware at all times and the silence except for their activies did not sit too well with Damiana.
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				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>01-07-2009, 21:50:30</strong>
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				The insane droid extended a probe and delivered an electic shock to the walking HK unit, causing it to howl in anger and run into the recesses of the lab.&nbsp; "The removal of free will is a dangerous hobby.&nbsp; To remove a being's will is to make that being an extension of yourself."&nbsp; The droid began to lecture, turning slightly from its work.&nbsp; "Therefore, unless your entire ambition is to encompass the entire galaxy within yourself, you should get into the habit of ensuring that your minions are free to hate and betray you."&nbsp; The droid gestured to the cables connecting it to its servant droids.&nbsp; "Never pretend that you own something you don't, save to tell a lie.&nbsp; In endless plots, seek always to appear to take as little as possible."&nbsp; The droid lectured, fitting a neuro whip to the arm of its patient.&nbsp; <br><br>"And never get overconfident when you start winning."&nbsp; The droid concluded, realizing that it had gone off into one of its long lectures on Sith philosiphy it tended to engage in at the drop of a hat.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sith - Malachor Contingent [Ex]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>01-07-2009, 21:54:36</strong>
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				Damiana did not mind the lecture at all.&nbsp; It saw it as a chance to learn something.&nbsp; Each piece of knowledge would help it grow in power.&nbsp; It had ambitions and it knew that knowledge, philosophy and Sith sorcery would help it gain what it wished.<br><br>The droid was right and had a point.&nbsp; To have a minion, a slave was to invite its wrath.&nbsp; Never forget that.&nbsp; It smiled a sly, devious smile.&nbsp; "You are very wise&nbsp; H8.&nbsp; The others would do good to listen to your words."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sith - Malachor Contingent [Ex]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>02-07-2009, 03:28:06</strong>
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				The moment Rax stepped foot inside of the old freighter he was obsessed with learning the ins and outs of the vehicle. As the transport floated towards it's destination, he rooted himself in the bridge and read every single report the AI had ever logged. From it's structure and modifications done over the years, the missions it had endured previously and the pilot's logs of their findings. Every minor detail was dismissed, anything he considered important was sorted into his personal datapad. <br><br>The ship was becoming boring as the information it had to offer began to run dry, the humming silence of the engines did not calm him as it always had. <br><em>If you are so bored why don't you go do something productive...</em><br>Rax's eyebrows perked, dismissing the sound in his head with a backwards wave no one else would see. <br>"Leave me be...it has been a long time since I have been in space...it is like a home coming." <br><em>Such feelings are those of a home sick child...just like you. </em><br>"I count the days I find a way to get rid of you..."<br><br>The only way Rax would know peace would be if he found something worth devoting himself to in the laboratory, but H8 had a habit leaving traps for any visitors that did not know the psychotic droid. Activating the cameras from that side of the ship he caught the ending of a conversation between Damiana and the erratic droid. Like the rest of the members sent on this mission, he was not sure why he was the one selected to go along, but he was glad to pursue any new form of knowledge. The only information he had access to was what was in the ship's memory, so he did not know what to expect. Passing the air locked doors, he made sure to keep his weapon ready, the replay of the guard being beheaded was worth more than a good laugh. Entering the bay, he seared through the bladed trap and entered the bay. <br>"Better luck next time H8" <br><em>I am going to weld you to the thrusters and leave a trail of slag next time...</em><br><br>His hand tucked the handle of his orange bladed lightsaber into the belt of his outfit. Sitting down at the station he had claimed for his own, he moved to collect the precious spilled sanguine fluid the drain had emptied into the medical "waste". Luckily, for him anyway, they had plenty of travel time to their destination, chances he would be disturbed by outside sources were minimal. Within minutes he was scanning the blood with bio-meters, always searching for some miniscule evidence that would ironically explain why he was fascinated with the midi-chlorian counts of all species. He worked nearly gracefully as he reached for a panel to project the intensely magnified image on a screen. The voices in his head were silent or subdued by the research, a second panel logged counts as he began to take control samples for a experiment he had in mind. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sith - Malachor Contingent [Ex]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LadySky</strong> on <strong>03-07-2009, 01:47:42</strong>
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				The cargo hold was cold and every noise echoed loudly. The solitude one could find down here was however very fulfilling. Being on this ship with others for such a long period of time made Xollen's murderous rage spike to frightening heights. She had been standing in the center of the room since moments after the ship had entered hyperspace. Hours, maybe days had passed, it mattered not to Xollen.<br><br>Her body screamed out in pain and this pushed her disgust and anger higher. Her body would obey her will and she would accept nothing less. Inhaling deeply Xollen gathered all the rage, fear, pain, and hatred she felt close to her, she thrived on her wild emotions. Wrapping them around her closely she concentrated on her breathing, controlling her feelings, using them to command her body to continue it's course.<br><br>Smoothly she lifted her left leg off the metal flooring, locking it in position straight out in front of her body. Every muscle, tendon, and nerve screamed out in exhaustion but Xollen never broke a sweat, never even flinched. Her empty black eyes opened and stared at nothing, her lips moving as she spoke softly to herself. <em>"Feel it all around you Xollen, "the breath" is within and without. There is nothing but "the breath" Xollen, nothing else matters."</em><br><br>The tall female stood alone in her awkward position, pleased that her body obeyed her commands...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sith - Malachor Contingent [Ex]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>04-07-2009, 02:00:20</strong>
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				"Nine thousand, five hundred, and thirty protean symbionts."&nbsp; H8 said to the young necromancer walking in.&nbsp; "Just enough to suggest a hint of force sensitivity, or perhaps previous accidental blood contact with&nbsp; a medichlorian positive."&nbsp; H8 continued, testing the nerves of his work with a high voltage eclectic shock.&nbsp; The ex woman jerked and bounced in pain, voltage raining down her body.&nbsp; "She has large concentrations of&nbsp; antibodies though, and was thus a poor subject for mutation or reanimation."&nbsp; H8 noted, withdrawing his probing needle from the second meatbag minion's chest.<br><br>"Of all the miracles in the galaxy, the midichlorians are the greatest."&nbsp; H8 noted, taking a vial of blood out of a nearby storage cooler.&nbsp; "Were I to throw this vial out of the airlock, the blood within would boil off, and the cells would explode within seconds.&nbsp; The medichlorians contained within, however, would survive, making their way into the cosmic background dust.&nbsp; Guided by a uniform intelligence, the medichlorians terraform worlds, bring about abiogenesis, and transform one being into another.&nbsp; If you wants to look for power, just look inside your cells, and see the face of our creator."&nbsp; The droid taught, placing the vial carefully in a rack.&nbsp; "The Jedi, in their blindness, believe that by following the will of the beings that already control the galaxy, they somehow accomplish something in the name of peace and unity.&nbsp; But look inside your hearts, and see that it is obvious that these microscopic dictators don't care for us one bit."&nbsp; H8 stood and gripped the vial, channeling heat through his hands to slowly bring the blood to a boil.<br><br>"You must seek to control the medichlorians.&nbsp; In reaching out for your own potential, you can become a master of your own destiny, rather than being guided by a conspiracy so massive that it is called fate."&nbsp; The droid's eyes brightened as the blood boiled, causing an acrid stench to rise from next ot the operating table, where sections of H8 were still busy doing their grim work.&nbsp; "If any of you would like, I can remove your medichlorians through dialysis.&nbsp; You will lose a certain amount of personal sensitivity, but gain a great deal of clarity and control over your own powers."&nbsp; The holocron noted, shattering the test tube in her mechanical hands.&nbsp; "Of course, the Sith often tell their students lies to test their minds.&nbsp; Investigate for yourself to determine if what I say is true."&nbsp; H8 turned back to its work, breasts bouncing slightly as it increased the pressure of the oxygen being pumped into its paitent's lungs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sith - Malachor Contingent [Ex]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mnemaxa</strong> on <strong>05-07-2009, 02:59:14</strong>
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				Rising without using her hands, the slender twi'lek left the crystal and gave only a single glance to the mad droid and the student it was lecturing.&nbsp; The crystal was set out of the way, its potent force slowly gathering the pain and anguish H8 inflicted and pulled from his toys, concentrating them for some unknowable purpose.&nbsp; The Krath holocron H8 was possessed of could be...unpredictable.&nbsp; Like much of the Dark Side, even the echoes of the past could move with purpose and power.&nbsp; <br><br>She slipped out into the main section of the hold where Xollen forced herself to perform painful and controlled physical meditations.&nbsp; The boiling wellspring of her absolute hatred radiated from her like the reek of a bantha's freshly skinned pelt.&nbsp; Darth Simetra walked slowly around the human woman, her staff held loosely at her side as she made the first circuit.&nbsp; "Do you know why the Jedi practice their asceticism, woman?"&nbsp; Her question was not rhetorical.&nbsp; Her good eye moved up and down the Sith cultist's body, appraising, calculating, considering.&nbsp; Hate ran deep in Xollen's veins, and even though she hid it well on the surface, she was a blazing beacon of Dark Side energies.&nbsp; Contempt welled up within Simetra, and she fed it into the furnace, pushing her own emotions upon the homocidal student.&nbsp; <br><br>"The Old Sith were powerful.&nbsp; Those that follow the way of the light saber, the way of the warrior sects are powerful, but they are not like the true Dark Lords of old."&nbsp; Her slow, measured paces moved her around the meditating student in counterclockwise fashion.&nbsp; She had not completed her second circuit yet, but she continued.&nbsp; "The Sith of Korriban, and many of the Sith of Malachor would be lesser, merely weapons and tools."&nbsp; Her disdain and contempt became wrathful, disgust-ridden.&nbsp; These too she poured upon the young woman, feeding her intense passions and forcing them to rise even higher.&nbsp; "Those who became the Jedi were their underlings, their victims, their servants....."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sith - Malachor Contingent [Ex]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LadySky</strong> on <strong>06-07-2009, 03:34:15</strong>
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				A sharp stabbing pain radiated from her left ankle clear to the back of her kneecap but not a sound came from her lips. Xollen's face was calm, unmoved by the pain her body experienced. As smooth as polished stone "the breath" swirled around her body, infusing her with strength and power. If Xollen knew how to grin perhaps she might have tried it, "the breath" was feeding off her hatred, each muscle and nerve being forced to bend to it's power and desire.<br><br>Xollen sensed the teacher heading in her direction and a scowl furrowed her brow. Being disturbed was abhorrent and totally unnecessary. She knew the Sith Lord was powerful and quite intelligent, many of her ideals and beliefs appealed to Xollen greatly, not that she would ever speak that belief allowed. Inhaling deeply to bring the wave of disgust and hatred under control, Xollen kept her stance still and calm. If the Sith Lord wanted to instruct her very well, she could do it while Xollen continued her exercise.<br><br>Again Xollen thought she would have grinned if she only knew how as she felt the sweeping power of her anger replenish her body one more. Perhaps the teacher disturbing her was a good thing after all. Focusing on the rage she felt festering deep inside Xollen listened.<br><br>The word Jedi caused a violent twitch in Xollen's right eye. Clenching her jaw so tight she should have broken teeth, Xollen narrowed her eyes and stared straight ahead refusing to acknowledge Darth Simetra's mention of "them". As Darth Simetra circled her and spoke further Xollen's burning rage boiled deep in her belly. A small tremor began at the tips of her fingers, no doubt due to Xollen's raging desire to grab her saber and show Simetra exactly what a warrior could do. She did not move however, not yet.<br><br>Darth Simetra wanted to provoke her, she odiously had some reason for coming to Xollen like this and she was more curious by the minute to discover that reason.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sith - Malachor Contingent [Ex]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>06-07-2009, 10:02:04</strong>
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				"We both know I seek to do more than that with them..."<br>He slowly muttered as the droid gave him its back, returning to his work. H8 was right, it seemed that no matter the condition: Heat, cold, life or death, the midichlorians always found a way to carry on. It was something else that H8 had never said that got his attention, cursing himself for never thinking of such a simple process that could help him experiment with the micro-organisms. <br><br>Moving over to the stored specimens, he set up a crude dialysis machine and began the painfully long process of extracting all the midichlorians from the samples. The corner of his lip sneered, displaying emotion in his normal emotionless facade. The irony he felt almost made him want to smash the lab to pieces as realized the lack of test subjects to remove midichlorians was in short supply, the solace the ships humming engine became a prison now that he had a new experiment to test.<br><br>Once the samples the ship meagerly provided were gone, he separated them and systematically observed every moment as he attempted kill the organisms. His first attempt was an attempt to incinerate the mysterious cells, cataloging the changes that made them so resilient and plentiful in the galaxy, it evolved! Calculations were made as the heat intensified, he knew there was a pattern, a instinct was telling him that at some point in the life cycle the midichlorians multiplied like all other living organisms. His attention focused on his work, obsessed with finding the exact moment life began a new. After devoting himself to his work for a unknown amount of time he took a moment to gather his notes and retreat from the lab and found himself eating a small meal in the ship's kitchen compartment. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sith - Malachor Contingent [Ex]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mnemaxa</strong> on <strong>07-07-2009, 05:57:24</strong>
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				Continuing to circle Xollen, the Dark lord noted the tremor in her fingertips, the tension in her muscles.&nbsp; Oh, she was strong in the dark side, but her dedication to the warrior sects was so deep.&nbsp; It was a waste, one that Darth Simetra chose to rectify - if only because there were other uses for the student.&nbsp; She lowered her staff to the ground, and let the sharp tip of the crystal run along the metal of the cargo bay floor.&nbsp; It scraped unpleasantly, and curls of metal coiled around the tip as it slowly followed the teacher.&nbsp; <br><br>"The <em>Jedi</em>," she hissed, her voice deepening to a near growl as she spoke the word, a cruel smile touching her lips, "practice acesiticsm because it protects them from the Dark Side....it divorces them from passion....pain...pleasure....<em>hate</em>."&nbsp; She sent another surge of her potent emotions roiling over Xollen, forcing her to experience disgust and arrogance from outside herself.&nbsp; "The way of the Sith is to <em>embrace</em> these potent things, make them our own...."&nbsp; She finished her last circuit about the young human, leaving her circled by a line of damaged metal that circled back on itself in a second semicircle.&nbsp; <br><br>Simetra stabbed the floor in front of Xollen, and then drew another line in the metal, and finished it with a small flourish, cutting into the circle and ending the half circle.&nbsp; "You are strong in the Dark Side, skilled with the saber."&nbsp; Her voice shifted from a pleasant contralto to dark, rasping growls as she spoke, her emotions coloring the tone of her voice.&nbsp; "But you would never defeat a Jedi master with all your skill.&nbsp; Your anger and hate....it spills off of you, radiation from an open reactor."&nbsp; Again the twi'lek stabbed the floor just in front of Xollen and used both hands to carve a deeper, more complex symbol in front of Xollen's foot.&nbsp; "You will never defeat a Sith Lord, because of your hate and anger."&nbsp; <br><br>Stepping back, Simetra crouched, and touched the floor with her finger, her eye fixed on Xollen.&nbsp; She half hissed, half growled, ancient words, words that might have come from the Krath, the Old Sith, specters long dead.&nbsp; A bright spark of blue-white light erupted around her finger and she slowly carved a similar circle about herself, marking it just as she had marked Xollen's circle.&nbsp; The difference was only in how she did the work....and now Xollen - to say nothing of the other students nearby - could suddenly Sense the deep, tacky, viscous pool of Simetra's passionate hate and arrogance, her disdain and overwhelming anger at everything and everyone in the universe.&nbsp; It made Xollen's homicidal wrath seem positively banal.<br><br>As she rose, staff held in both hands lightly, she glared at the human woman with her good eye.&nbsp; While Xollen's hate and wrath felt expansive, deep and powerful, there was sophistication in Simetra's passionate poisons, complex layers of how she hated, what types of anger she felt, her desires both.&nbsp; All carefully hidden from those around here, until this moment.&nbsp; Now it surged, welling up and filling her like the venom of her masters'.&nbsp; "You have great strength in the Dark Side....but so will our opponents.&nbsp; And they will take their strength from your hate, even as you feed upon it!"&nbsp; Letting go of the staff with one hand, the teacher reached out palm up, and jerked her fingers into a clawlike motion, glaring at her student....and ripped the emotions she's given to the young Sith, away, just as she'd fed them to her.&nbsp; <br><br>"Now....how well can you keep what you take?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sith - Malachor Contingent [Ex]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>07-07-2009, 12:53:07</strong>
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				Damiana was not strong when it came to Sense but even it could not fail to notice the waves of darkness and rage coming from the cargobay.&nbsp; Its eyes narrowed sensing the black tendrils of disgust and anger.&nbsp; It was potent, too potent in its mind to come from a student.&nbsp; It moved quickly like some serpent towards the cargo bay intent on investigating.&nbsp; It came out of one of the side passages onto a catwalk.&nbsp; Looking down she watched what was happening through half open eyes, almost drunk off the sheer hatered boiling off of the two.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sith - Malachor Contingent [Ex]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LadySky</strong> on <strong>13-07-2009, 05:40:42</strong>
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				The noise was meant to unsettle her Xollen told herself as she watched the teacher circle her. Curious as to what exactly she was tracing into the metal but unwilling to look Xollen reached out with her inner senses to try and get a feel for what the symbols meant. Reaching out however was exactly what the Dark Lord wanted.<br><br>Xollen could not hide the intake of breath as she was assaulted by the teachers raging emotions. Darth Simetra's hatred was a work of art and within seconds Xollen found herself mesmerized by the details and intricacies of each and every layer. She continued to stand completely immobile, now in the center of a very large symbol cut into the metal flooring. Dath Simetra's words cut her to the core, she despised the fact that she still had anything in common with the Jedi, but being honest with herself she knew her obsessive self denial was in part due to her years of Jedi training. Her rage and disgust twisted knots in her belly at the knowledge.<br><br>The more Simetra spoke the more Xollen found herself feeding into the boiling emotions her teacher was sending toward her. Her muscles twitched and she ached to let her fury loose upon Darth Simetra, showing her exactly what a saber could do in the right hands. As Simetra dropped to the floor Xollen allowed her eyes to follow her, still keeping her body perfectly still. Xollen did not flinch as the teacher drew the second symbol, she listened very carefully to her words however.<br><br>Xollen felt as though she stood in a vortex of swirling power, the amazing strength that Simetra's controlled yet violent and powerful hatred gave her almost drugging it was so all encompassing. Her hands clenched into fists and she felt a low growl escape her lips almost unable to hold back the desire to use the power she felt around her. Suddenly it was gone, she was taken aback and stumbled, feeling as though she had been gut punched.<br><br>Xollen's head snapped up and she growled viciously at her teacher, knowing she was foolish to have not seen this coming. Loosing herself would not teach her anything however and she looked to the ground knowing the markings were important. With a low and surprisingly calm voice Xollen asked Darth Simetra, "How do I tap into an others power and make it my own? Teach me Master."<br><br>Xollen was prideful but she listed after knowledge more than she cared for her pride. She could kill Simetra later, when she was through with her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sith - Malachor Contingent [Ex]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>13-07-2009, 12:52:04</strong>
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				Damiana smirked, holding back a soft laughter as it watched Simetra and Xollen.&nbsp; This was interesting indeed.&nbsp; It sat there silently as it looked down on them.&nbsp; Knowledge was very important, it doubt it had the sense control to use this but it was always good to know what others did.&nbsp; It waited, watching.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sith - Malachor Contingent [Ex]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mnemaxa</strong> on <strong>15-07-2009, 17:23:17</strong>
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				"No!"&nbsp; Simetra gestured viciously, though there was not accompanying tremor in the Force, no sweeping movement or surge of anger.&nbsp; "That is a <em>child's</em> question, a master's insult!"&nbsp; She set her staff aside, laying it outside the circle.&nbsp; It was still close enough that one of the other students would not be able to reach her before she called it to her hand, but Xollen was much closer - and more capable of heightened speed than Simetra herself was.&nbsp; She was not unarmed - her crystal knife could still defend against a light saber but she was still very vulnerable seeming.&nbsp; <br><br>Except for her skill with the Force.<br><br>She rose to her feet and laced her fingers together in a manner that looked as painful as it was complex.&nbsp; "You ask me to teach you what comes naturally from the Dark Side.&nbsp; You call upon it, draw it from others, use it for yourself already&nbsp; -and it calls to be used, is easily pulled from others as you make them fear and hate you.&nbsp; No, this I do not need to teach you.&nbsp; What you must learn is not that - but control - not of the Force, but of your self!"&nbsp; The strange twi'lek closed her eyes and clearly uttered strange, sibilant words.&nbsp; Purposefully enunciating them, she made it obvious she was reciting them so loudly for the benefit of her students - for she sensed Damania lurking nearby.&nbsp; It was not a potent spell, but it was unusual.&nbsp; It had grown from an understanding of how agitating the Force could produce lightning, whirlwinds, and even fire.&nbsp; This was more subtle, but it could be put to great use, with the rings of power inscribed in the floor to make the agitation visible.&nbsp; <br><br>Glowing radiance slowly came to life from the outer edge of each circle as Simetra chanted.&nbsp; In Xollen's case, the glow was radiant and vibrant, hot red flares and white bursts of light radiating along the floor as her hate and psychopathic anger burned from her like a star.&nbsp; From Simetra's circle the radiance pulsed, venomous green and black rings that rippled and surged in a tight circle around the outer ring of her own rune.&nbsp; She finished the chant and the glowing auras along the flow brightened.&nbsp; If one looked at them, it would appear that Xollen's aura was the stronger of the twain, her aura a vibrant, glowing, radiant thing that extended nearly half the distance between the two women.&nbsp; Simetra's aura was much smaller in radius, a mere few feet from her circle, but it was a much thicker, denser aura than Xollen's.&nbsp; <br><br>"The Dark Side can be deceptive.&nbsp; It can be hidden, from the Jedi, and from other Sith.&nbsp; But it requires presence of mind, mindfulness!"&nbsp; Her voice, turning gruesomely gravelly and songbird beautiful by turns, was not vindictive or cruel.&nbsp; She unlaced her hands and then held both of them&nbsp; palm down towards her current victim.&nbsp; The soft, vibrant hum of the Force being worked intensified in the room, and she gazed at Xollen with her good eye.&nbsp; "You are a childish creature, neglecting your true strength in favor of self destructive behavior.&nbsp; You deny your desire for bloodshed and the wish to cause others pain, and it burns within you....your Jedi training serves you well, girl, but it means nothing compared to the hidden strength of the Dark Side!"&nbsp; Purposefully feeding the once-Jedi's self-hatred, the auras about Xollen's circle grew, her aura expanding as her rage and hatred grow stronger.&nbsp; "You see?&nbsp; Your hatred grows, and you throw it from you like a shell of plasma cast off by a dying star!&nbsp; And it will give me strength, because you cannot draw from mine....unless you can break through the veil of the Dark Side that protects me from the senses of others."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sith - Malachor Contingent [Ex]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LadySky</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 00:12:11</strong>
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				From the bottom of her feet to the top of her shaved head Xollen shook with rage. Darth Simetra continued to speak and every word burned her as a brand. Knowing another student was observing the entire lesson she was receiving enraged her even further.<br><br>Xollen glanced upward out of the corner of her black souless eyes to see Damiana as it smiled. She bit down on her back teeth so viciously she felt a tooth crack and this only made her angrier.<br><br>Her violent rage did not however keep her from understanding that Darth Simetra was correct and she fully noticed the difference between her aura and that of her teacher. Her mind raced as she listened and learned, determined to overcome this weakness she had.<br><br>Her ears perked as she listened to Darth Simetra speak the spell committing them to memory and quickly working out how each word worked and what she needed to make them her own. Several times she lost her way as something Simetra said struck her particularly hard and her anger flew wildly about her. Eventually however she worked it out, her mind was a steel trap and she knew what must be done.<br><br>Standing still before her teacher and her fellow student Xollen started to speak her own spell, the first she had ever tried in front of another. Her spell was easily the simplest Darth Simetra would ever hear but it was potent still. Slowly, very very slowly Xollen's aura began to calm. The fiery red of her rage remained but the wildness of it began to settle. Eventually Xollen placed her words correctly and gained control over her emotions enough that her teacher was no longer feeding off her powers, she was holding her own.<br><br>Xollen did not see this as any kind of success however. Success would be taking power from Simetra and killing her with it she thought with hatred in her eyes. Simply staring at the Dark Lord Xollen continued to control the swirling red aura around her, learning quickly how to use the delicate touch of her different emotions to control the shield around herself.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sith - Malachor Contingent [Ex]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mnemaxa</strong> on <strong>25-07-2009, 11:39:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Simetra watched the angry student start to control her aura.&nbsp; She could sense the strong current still seething in the young woman's aura, but she knew what she was looking for.&nbsp; The hate was a powerful motivator, and the vicious mind that lay under it was turbulent and imbalanced.&nbsp; That was not necessarily a bad thing.&nbsp; A Sith could use that imbalance, could use it to tap into the power of the Dark Side.&nbsp; <br><br>"Better.&nbsp; Much better.&nbsp; I will expect you all to experiment with this.&nbsp; Understand it.&nbsp; Control of the Force is one thing.&nbsp; Control of yourself is another.&nbsp; Of the two, it is yourself that will call death to you."&nbsp; She spoke not merely for the sake of Xollen, but also Damiana.&nbsp; If they told the others, so be it.&nbsp; Inquisitive as the other was, he would undoubtedly question someone on the nature of the runes in the flooring.&nbsp; He might even find a different use for them.&nbsp; She stepped out of her circle and started stalking Xollen again.&nbsp; Her aura's presence faded immediately from the floor, and she gestured slowly, her staff still on the floor.&nbsp; <br><br>"As you learn to control the source of your power from within, you should also consider the uses of the source of your power outside of yourself.&nbsp; You feel the Dark Side flow through you - but the anger, the hate, the pain, these are not the Dark Side itself.&nbsp; But they can be used to mask the Dark Side.&nbsp; To feel these things is not unusual; to sense these things is.&nbsp; Jedi," she smirked, seeing how the word itself caused Xollen anguish, "Jedi do not feel these things themselves.&nbsp; But they can sense them.&nbsp; CAST the feeling away!&nbsp; Fill the room with them!&nbsp; Not the Force - no, reserve the Force!"&nbsp; <br><br>She spread her hands and inclined her head, glaring at Xollen, letting the woman feel the venomous spite, her disdain again.&nbsp; "This is not the Dark Side.&nbsp; This is the source of my strength within the Dark Side!&nbsp; But to another, they feel the pain, the hate, the anger, and they wonder, 'what is this?' and know it to be something else.&nbsp; It is too direct, to bold!"&nbsp; The sith Lord stepped back, and she brought her hands in, placing them in what was certainly a painful position, the backs of her hands pressed against each other in front of her chest, pointing and middle fingers hooked, ring fingers parallel, thumbs and pinkies meeting in circles.&nbsp; She exhaled and the feelings Xollen and Damiana were sensing dispersed....but not entirely.&nbsp; Much more dramatic was the effect on Xollen's aura as it circled and writhed at the edges of the rune circle.<br><br>Though not nearly as tight and thick as Simetra's had been, now the edges were frayed, almost misty looking.&nbsp; "Reach out with your senses.&nbsp; Feel the future before you.&nbsp; Reach out with your hate and anger, and feel how I have changed the way you sense in this place!&nbsp; It is temporary, but it is a tool - one which has served the true Sith in the past, and will in the future!"&nbsp; The blurring of the future, clouding the senses of the force was critical.&nbsp; It was a childs trick, to do so bluntly and so obviously, but it was the beginning of techniques that would let the Sith students become mysterious enemies to their foes, unpredictable, invisible to the power to sense the future.&nbsp; <br><br>If they were quick enough to learn it, and desperate enough to use it.&nbsp; That last, she provided.&nbsp; "If I predict you come for me, to poison me against the others and betray me, I will slay you.&nbsp; Only this technique, mastered, will let you hide your feelings from me completely!&nbsp; Without it....<em>you will fall</em>!"&nbsp; She held her hands steady, protecting herself from the ability of another to use the force to sense her presence, thoughts or power.&nbsp; It would not hurt to let them experiment for a bit.&nbsp; Perhaps one would surprise her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sith - Malachor Contingent [Ex]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LadySky</strong> on <strong>03-08-2009, 20:27:36</strong>
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				<em>"Better.&nbsp; Much better.&nbsp; I will expect you all to experiment with this.&nbsp; Understand it.&nbsp; Control of the Force is one thing.&nbsp; Control of yourself is another.&nbsp; Of the two, it is yourself that will call death to you."</em><br><br>For just a split second Xollen felt a small measure of pride at hearing the teachers words. Shoving down such foolish thoughts immediately Xollen narrowed her eyes and continued to concentrate. Was she is control of herself? Xollen knew she was not, her emotions were violent and wild, often giving her the power of ten Jedi but she was never able to wield the power properly.&nbsp; Her entire life she had been unable to control herself properly and that was her greatest weakness. Xollen knew this however, she knew that she had a fault and thus knew she would find a way to win this battle.<br><br><em>to sense these things is.&nbsp; Jedi,"</em><br><br>The viscous words were worse that a slap across her face and Xollen immediately felt the rage roil in her gut, the desire to swipe the smirk off Simetra's face almost overwhelming. Taking a harsh grip on herself she began to breathe through the fury, control the harsh desire for violence and allowed a cold emptiness to fill every portion of her being. Minutes passed as Xolllen struggled to push her anger and raging violent needs out of herself into the room. Eventually her body, mind, and spirit began to simply lay softly, gently almost. Every inch of her mind was at peace and the room was filled with her swirling emotions. Xollen slowly quirked an eyebrow at her teacher, knowing she had not thought Xollen capable of doing this. Could she do this in battle? Could she do this when in a room full of enemies? That Xollen did not know...<br><br>She watched and listened, soaking up every word the Sith Lord spoke. She was a very quick study and could see the simplicity of the tool Simetra was using. Mimiking her she was surprised at how simple yet how effective the technique proved to be. Suddenly she knew she was safer, protected better from prying minds upon herself. Xollen faltered only once in controlling the technique and was pleased with herself as she continued to perfect the art. This would be most helpful she knew in the coming battle.<br><br>Her mind filled with the images of various Sith, though she did not recognize them, a raging battle all around her and great power being wielded by them all.<br><br>"A very dangerous battle is coming Lord Simetra." she murmured softly...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sith - Malachor Contingent [Ex]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mnemaxa</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 08:34:42</strong>
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				Darth Simetra opened her eyes and allowed her hands to unclench, unfold.&nbsp; She turned her bright, penetrating eye upon the young human.&nbsp; "Such a vision of the future is interesting, child, but it is not noteworthy.&nbsp; Did you believe what we seek is not also sought by others?&nbsp; Your vision is not wasted however.&nbsp; Meditate upon it, and use what you can glean from it to prepare your battlefields."&nbsp; Her voice, ever shifting from harsh rasp to songbird sweet, was quite clear and easy to hear throughout the freighter's cargo hold and even somewhat into the infirmary.&nbsp; <br><br>"If I were you, Xollen, Damiana, I would undertake practice of these two techniques.&nbsp; You have gone as far as your warrior caste teachings can take you.&nbsp; You must follow me to where those who see only the raw Force cannot follow.&nbsp; That which you call the Living Force is great, but it is as small a part of the force as the Light Side.&nbsp; Only by studying the greater whole can you achieve a measure of greatness yourselves."&nbsp; It was less encouragement than warning.&nbsp; They were students, and these techniques required the presence of another to be practiced effectively, since competition and infighting would provide stress that made the techniques necessary.&nbsp; But they would soon be stepping into the wider, deeper oceans of the Sith lords, and in such a place their foolish reliance on light saber techniques would fail them sooner, rather than later.&nbsp; <br><br>Gesturing, the witch-like teacher pulled her staff to her from the floor nearby.&nbsp; It was interesting that Xollen had not tried to attack her.&nbsp; She might be salvageable after all.&nbsp; She suspected either Damiana or Xollen would become her apprentice; Rax was far too involved with the mad droid's teachings, and far too deeply involved in the Living Force alone to be a very good apprentice to her.&nbsp; Still, his caution and intellect might leave him alive at the end of this journey.&nbsp; She would make a recommendation to him at that point, if he was worthy enough of her fellow master's attention.&nbsp; There was no question in Simetra's mind that she would survive this.<br><br>She turned from the room and walked back into he infirmary, studying H8's newest experiment with interest, and giving a single glance up to study the shapely androgyne's poise upon her perch.&nbsp; She deliberately turned away from the creature, disdain evident in her attitude.&nbsp; She'd made her offers of teaching, if the creature was too stupid to seek further instruction or practice on its own, then it was only fodder for the enemy.&nbsp; "Where has Rax gone, H8 DR01B?&nbsp; I trust he's survived the latest of your gifts?"&nbsp; She was as wary around the mad droid as anyone, but unlike most she had no qualms about destroying it.&nbsp; Valuable as its knowledge was, Simetra preferred that it remain as cautious of her as she was of it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sith - Malachor Contingent [Ex]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>08-09-2009, 19:15:58</strong>
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				Damiana was indeed learning.&nbsp; &nbsp; It looked down at Darth Simetra, merely nodding its head.&nbsp; Xollen was indeed her rival it would seem, Xollen had potential in parts of the Force that it did not.&nbsp; This was something that it needed to rectify.&nbsp; The time might come when Damiana and Xollen would be against each other to raise in rank.&nbsp; This would not do.<br><br>Damiana leapt down to land next to Simetra.&nbsp; It had an idea and a plan.&nbsp; "Darth Simetra, your lesson was indeed a valuable one but now I wish to ask you for another.&nbsp; I desire further knowledge of staff combat, for those times when my spells are not required."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sith - Malachor Contingent [Ex]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LadySky</strong> on <strong>13-09-2009, 01:18:37</strong>
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				Xollen stood alone in the room once more breathing deeply and considering the coming battle. She looked forward to the strain of fighting her enemies, though she would have preferred to simply have access to the knowledge they were seeking. Being able to focus in more than one direction was not a weakness for her but Xollen would not deny that she was somewhat single minded.<br><br>Again she began her meditation exercises, only this time she used a variety of spells to attack her own body. Fighting to remain impassive as ancient spells whipped around her mind and flesh was exhilarating indeed. More than once she got the wording incorrect and paid a heavy price for each mistake. Xollen never flinched however and continued forward, working to separate her focus into several different directions at once.<br><br>Never once did she resort to using her saber however, her words and link with "the breathe" were her only tools this day.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sith - Malachor Contingent [Ex]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mnemaxa</strong> on <strong>14-09-2009, 08:28:16</strong>
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				The Sith Lord turned her full attention upon the youngling, and her though her frown was noticeable, the rasping in her voice became more pronounced, a surer sign of her displeasure than her facial expression.&nbsp; "I was under the impression that you were chosen to accompany me because your combat skills were adequate.&nbsp; Was I misinformed?"&nbsp; She paused only long enough to let the androgyne take a breath before she continued, cutting off any comment purposefully.&nbsp; "The warrior sects that the Sith and Jedi are so enamoured of are not the true Sith.&nbsp; The force Witches are even closer in nature to the True Sith than the so called Sith Lords are.&nbsp; Only the need to deal with other warrior cultists makes the training of staff and saber and sword necessary."&nbsp; <br><br>Without warning Darth Simetra lashed out with a kick, her hand making a simple and immediate gesture, a mudra that imbued her kick with a hefty dose of telekinetic force.&nbsp; Even though her foot never made contact with the strange and lovely androgyne, she felt the impact of a hydraulic hammer coming towards her chest....the Sith Lord had purposefully allowed the kinetic energy to built.&nbsp; If the student could deal with it, then there would be no need to teach it further; if not...then a lesson would indeed be in order.&nbsp; Perhaps several painful lessons.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sith - Malachor Contingent [Ex]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>17-09-2009, 19:56:16</strong>
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				Damiana was cut off before it could comment.&nbsp; It noticed the hand gesture before the kick.&nbsp; It was a spell, something to empower the..kick!&nbsp; Damiana moved its staff forward enough to try and call up a spell.&nbsp; Though Damiana was not hit by the foot, tt was pushed back, sliding hard across the floor&nbsp; It crouched down, its eyes narrowing.<br><br>It muttered a few syllables, causing its arms to elongate, the staff lashing out across the distance at Simetra.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sith - Malachor Contingent [Ex]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LadySky</strong> on <strong>19-09-2009, 01:55:11</strong>
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				Having her mind spread to take in a large area Xollen did not miss the interaction between the Sith teacher and student. Her interest was peaked and she was tempted to make her way over and observe. Thinking better of that choice however she remained where she was and simply opened herself up further.<br><br>As she listened and watched from a distance, she felt herself stretching and growing. Her body and mind truly were surpassing their normal ability and she was pleased with this. One eyebrow raised as she waited to see what would happen between the two. Perhaps there would be a battle before they ever arrived at their destination. Xollen would not object to that at all.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sith - Malachor Contingent [Ex]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mnemaxa</strong> on <strong>19-09-2009, 09:10:59</strong>
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				Damiana was quick, and fierce.&nbsp; The blow was a true blow, not an attempt to elicit a reaction, which was good.&nbsp; The battle meditation was instinctive and appropriate, and its ability to modify its body was definitely something that would cause an enemy to underestimate it.&nbsp; The blow was warded off by Simetra and the traditional follow up countered effectively....but the Sith Lord's follow up did not simply push the staff away or smash into Damiana's weapon to force her back or or to make her withdraw the weapon.&nbsp; Instead Simetra Swung her staff under Dimiana's weapon with one hand and she grasped the other end of her own weapon with the other.&nbsp; Then she yanked it into her body, lodging the staff against her chest and keeping it there with her own staff.&nbsp; <br><br>"This technique will not work against a lightsaber," she commented blandly, stating the patently obvious as though Damiana were a child.&nbsp; She narrowed her eye and moaned, a rumbling, rasping noise that grew in intensity.&nbsp; The effect was immediately obvious, even to the Sense-inept androgyne; she had imbued the staff with the Force herself after all.&nbsp; Now Darth Simetra was pushing that imbuement out, and infecting the staff with her own Force power instead - gaining control over the weapon without causing it to lose the power that made it able to block lightsabers.&nbsp; Such a technique might work on other weapons such as Cortosis blades....<br><br>Xollen could sense the disruptive power of Simetra's controlling mantra; it ate at the edges of her new found self control, grasped and crumbled the edges of her newly formed psychic 'Eye of the Hurricane'.&nbsp; The effect was minute, but not pleasant; the droid and the other scientist would feel it, though it was focused enough not to disrupt their experiments.&nbsp; At the moment, at least.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sith - Malachor Contingent [Ex]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>19-09-2009, 19:29:04</strong>
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				Damiana was shocked as Simetra knocked the staff not away but toward's her.&nbsp; The staff seemed to be yanked inside of her causing it to stumble foward from the force of it.&nbsp; Damiana's eyes narrowed as it could feel the Force being channgeling into the staff.&nbsp; What was Simetra doing?&nbsp; It was curious, watching and waiting but ready to move if need be.&nbsp; Darth Simetra was full of tricks it seemed and it did not like this at all.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sith - Malachor Contingent [Ex]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mnemaxa</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 13:52:23</strong>
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				Darth Simetra kept the weapon close, smiling as she chanted softly, sibilance and rasps alternating every now and then.&nbsp; The power of the Force flushed through the staff, and just as suddenly as she'd caught the weapon she released it, stalking slowly towards the exit way back towards the cargo bay where Xollen worked.&nbsp; She kept her eye on the young creature Damiana, stalking in a clearly defensive manner, her own weapon held close to her body, rigidly upright.&nbsp; The crystal glittered malevolently as she watched the student, leaving her to figure out exactly what she'd done to the staff....<br><br>....if she could.&nbsp; <br><br>She darted through the doorway quite suddenly, moving from steady, measure paces into a blur of Force-enhanced speed.&nbsp; she was gone into the other room before Damiana could react completely, thus escaping the potentially vengeful - and entirely insane - droid as well as giving herself more room to work with.&nbsp; 
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