Star Wars Mk. II Plot/RP Thread (Updated)

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Once Kharr and Mal'lor left the room, Darth Malus was left alone with the prisoner for the first time. With a careless move of Malus' hand, the steel shackles which had bound the Chiss' hands dropped to the floor with a bang. His eyes examined his new apprentice almost systematically. The blue-skin humanoid was obviously still young, but certainly no inexperienced boy. The man had many scars and burns, the rugged body of someone who has seen many years of combat. Judging by the fact that he had actually survived his numerous wounds, this was a relentless one. In time, these qualities will make a fine Sith Lord, Malus pondered. But first, Malus would need to concentrate on the present, for the silence between them has lasted for too long, and the Chiss was obviously judging him closely as well.

"You are free now. As the Jedi would say, freedom is a series of choices. I will, in a few moments, leave this room. Your choice is this: You may follow me, begin your training, and start a new life, different from anything you have experienced before." The Sith Lord grinned darkly "Or, you may remain here, and cling to your past. Naturally, you would be thrown out of the airlock when we exit hyperspace." The Chiss was still watching him silently.

"So, my young friend...what shall you choose?"
 
The proposition of the Dark Lords was curious. To become a Sith... 

With a careless move of Malus' hand, the steel shackles which had bound the Chiss' hands dropped to the floor with a bang

Csol stood and looked upon the Sith Lord infront of him, Lord Malus they called him. His pale skin begining to wrinkle with age. Csol noted the thin frame of the sith Lord, his body had obvisously not seen much combat. Momentarily Csol thought of rushing Malus assuming he would be incomptent defending himself. However Zdisla soon realised that the Sith Lord did not require muscle, he had the  immense power of the force at his disposal and could most likely defeat Csol at the flick of a wrist. The power of the Force Csol had only just begun to utilise, a power he wanted to master. Anything to increase his own strenght and power Csol would embrace whole-heartedly. He would become proficent in the force and join this dark alliance, atleast for now.

Csol swallowing blood to clear his mouth, spoke in a rough voice not used for some months. 'I am known by many as Csol Zdisla, Bounty Hunter, Gladiator, Exile. I accept. Lead the way.'     

 
"What are your wishes? Shall we evade or," a smile formed across his face, "engage?"

Kharr questioned how long it would take the fleet to arrive, atleast thirty minutes. Kharr spoke in his slightly monotonous voice, "Admiral, prepare all ships for battle, and have the hangar bays prepare the Chiss' ship." Kharr returned the smile, "We may have a battle today Admiral, may the force..." Darth Kharr knocked off the habit, "Just engage them once in range." The Sith Lord then turned to his apprentice, "You may want to prepare your people for battle, though do it quickly, for I will need you during this battle."

Darth Kharr proceeded to the hangar, to see to it that the Chiss' ship would be fully repaired and restocked with necessary battle equipment. He thought that maybe once the fleets would engaged, he and his accomplices would fly through the confusion of battle and into the Republic flagship, hopefully bringing a quick end to the battle.
 
"You may want to prepare your people for battle, though do it quickly, for I will need you during this battle."

"Heh. Like we're ever not ready for battle"  He said, as he once again made his way to his men, and began issuing orders over his comm.

"CLAN ZURA!!!  This is your leader Dan'el, we are to prepare to engage the incoming Republic Fleet.  We don't know how many, and we don't know how good they are.  But that is nothing compared to what they don't know!  They don't know Darth Kharr, they don't know the Sith Fleet, and they DON'T know the MANDALORIANS!  And that, will prove to be their greatest mistake.  Now I want you to go out there, and crush them with such brutality, that they will never, EVER forget clan Zura ever again!"

After a few moments of his men cheering, Dan'el began cycling through his comm channels to reach his officers.

"Hurs, you'll be heading up the assault with me, just follow my lead"

We'll turn them into space dust.

"Voomak, you and your men will be working the defense turrets, keep those bombers off the Iniquitous"

The ship will stand strong.

"And, Wu'dan, make sure my Basilisk is ready..."

Preparations are nearly complete, commander.

Dan'el could help but give a self-satisfied smile behind his helmet, as his men began to form up, and he neared the hangar.
 
'I am known by many as Csol Zdisla, Bounty Hunter, Gladiator, Exile. I accept. Lead the way.'

Darth Malus nodded, and they left the room together. As they strode along the hallways of the Iniquitous, towards Malus' chambers, the Dark Lord decided to introduce his new apprentice to some of the basics of his new life.

"In time, I will help you broaden and strengthen your connection to the Force; you will be able to sense things at greater spaces and distances, and with more accuracy, as you grow more attached to the living Force. The ancient Sith Code, one of the first things you will learn, tells us that we gain power through strength. Respectfully, I disagree. Strength is, no matter how great, ultimately limited in its nature. Thus, one can only gain so much power through strength before one reaches their limit. No, my apprentice: only through knowledge can one strive for unlimited power, for knowledge is limitless. I know, for example, that this ship is preparing itself for battle.

I can feel Darth Kharr's rising anger and annoyance reverberating throughout the ship. I can feel Mal'lor employing his powers of Battle Meditation with his Mandalorian warriors. I can feel their blood boil and their excitement rise, for they are a people bread for combat. And I can feel all that, because I have worked on my connection to the Force to near perfection. But before we continue, you must tell me this: what shall be your new Sith name, my apprentice?
 
Csol paid close attention to what the sith was saying. About strength, power... knowledge... the 'Living' force. The very same thoughts that played upon Csol's mind in the chamber, had Malus read his mind? If he did Csol would have to be more careful in the future. Furthermore, did the Sith know how close Csol had come to attacking him? If he did Csol respected his bravery... or power, he would soon find out. The oncoming battle would prove an excellent oppotunity to analysis his new found allies.   

what shall be your new Sith name, my apprentice?

Csol remained silent for some time whilst they walked to the hangar, Mandalorian and Sith trooper rushing around them. Csol his took time, carefully deliberating on his new alias. He finally decided upon an amalgamation of Chiss words...

my name... Vun'Katar.


 
Kharr watched the tech specialists applying new blaster cannons to the minmatar fighter. He was not impressed, as he circled the ship he noticed wounds in its hull, however it would suffice. It was small and versatile, and hard to pin down by Republic fighters. Around him Sith pilots were readying their ships, which were numerically superior to the Republic, atleast 2-1. However that did not secure victory, what did would be boarding the Republican flagship. Darth Kharr knew there would be several Jedi on the ship, though they should not be a problem for a man of his skill.

He heard over the comm links that the Republic fleet was closing in, and battle would soon be upon them. Kharr, again slightly irritated said over the comms, "Darth Malus and the Chiss, report to the hangar 1A. I would hate to leave without you." After he said that, Kharr saw Mal'lor enter the hangar, to his delight.



 
My name... Vun'Katar.

"An excellent choice, my apprentice. Henceforth, you are reborn as Vun'Katar, an acolyte to the Order of The Sith. As for your accommodations aboard the Iniquitous, I believe my living quarters shall suffice. You will, however, find no beds there, for you will be in need of none. An interesting fact: unlike the Sith, most Jedi Masters rarely sleep. They meditate instead, further refining their connection with the Force. Over time, this also teaches them great patience,"

Darth Malus momentarily stopped, as he heard the comm link on his belt buzzing.

"Darth Malus and the Chiss, report to the hangar 1A. I would hate to leave without you."

"...a trait most Sith Lords seem to lack." He finished his previous thought with a telling smile. "Now, my apprentice, it seems your tour of my chambers shall have to wait. We are about to enter a conflict with a number of Republic ships, more numerous than our own. Luckily, you will find that Darth Kharr and I agree that the strength of our Order doesn't lay in numbers." Malus took a sharp turn to the left, redirecting his steps to the hangar bay, followed by Vun'Katar.

"One more thing you must know when cooperating with other Sith Lords: Most of them believe that while it's an apprentice's duty to learn, it is not their duty to teach. From them, you shall rarely get any help or guidance, on the battlefield or otherwise. A Sith Lord must be ruthless, independent, and quick-witted, and should learn to rely on his own instincts instead of following others, they say. You will also be happy to know I do things a bit more differently.", he added, upon seeing the slightly wary look on his apprentice's face.

Finally, the pair reached the blast doors leading to the hangar, which automatically flew open upon their approach. Darth Malus spotted Kharr and Mal'lor standing by a single vessel, accompanied by a number of other Mandalorians of the Zura clan.

"And that, my apprentice, is the ship we'll most likely be using!", he finished with a flourish.
 
As the Sith Lord and the newly named Vun'Katar walked Malus spoke somewhat cryptically. It was evident he was a most unorthodox Sith. The first 'lessons' of Malus had proved curious, Vun'Katar thought deeply about what he had just been told until they reached Hangar 1A. Vun'Katar saw a familiar sight, his ship, 'The Vagabond'. He had not seen it for months, not since his capture and strangest of all, he missed it. Despite its rust and scars it served him well over the years...   

"And that, my apprentice, is the ship we'll most likely be using!"

'...The Vagabond...  My ship...'

Without waiting for a response he began walking to his ship, thinking to himself. They would let him pilot his own ship into battle, surely it was a test of loyalty, if he tried to fly off a cannon of the Sith Flagship would obliterate him and his ship. As he leapt aboard to gather his gear and change out of his ragged and bloodied prisioner's uniform, two engineers gave him a frightened look. They had obviously seen the inside of the Vagabond whilst prep'ing it for battle. For the dank and dark innards of the ship where littered with trophies of his kills: a rotting Wampa head, the tail of a Hutt, various parts of droid along with many other twisted collectibles lay scattered throughout his ship. On the Walls are a multitude of messages and drawings that have been scratched into the metal, most barely legible.

Csol unlocked his safe box and removed his irregular combat armour. His armour was constructed out of various ragtag parts, ranging from organic chittin to mandalorian, Csol hoped Mal'lor and his men would not notice. Finally, he removed his heavy pistol and his cortosis-weave Vibro-blade. After preparing himself Csol returned to Malus who had now been joined by Kharr.

Vun'Katar asked,  'Lord Kharr, Malus - the Plan?'           
 
"All right people, we are going hunting! They are coming straight for us, so reduce power to the engines and boost both shield and laser power."

"Aye, aye Admiral."

"Tell the fleet to rotate the formation a few degrees to our left. Let the captains work out the details."

The communications officer affirmed the order. The Iniquitous moved slightly to the left as Alexi stood up, "I'll now be going to the CDC."

The formalities of switching command of the "conn" happened, and Alexi eventually arrived to the CDC. His XO was there, and she had prepared everything for him.

"What's the current situation?"

"Well," she said "they are on a straight heading towards us. They are coming in a delta formation."

"I want a proton torpedo broadside. Though wait until the furthest ships are in range."

The communications officer nodded and relayed the orders.

"Also, hold off on firing the main laser batteries. Wait for their first torpedo barrage."
 
Frawo was lean backed in the chair, "Last shipment" he muttered under his breath, it was an assortment of items, enough to fuel a rebellion, but this was for no noble cause such as that, oh no, far from it, this was going to a cartel, he didn't know which one, he didn't even ask, and also he really didn't care, it paid well - suddenly he had a strange feeling in his head "What the heck~!" he shouted.

Suddenly he sees it. A full blown Space battle. And it seems a torpedo had already been targeted on him. "Well, guess its time to put this piece of junk to the test" he says in a slightly jokey tone. Always laughing in the face of danger. He twists, jerks and rolls the ship, but too many and too little space to manoeuvre he was only delaying the inevitable.

It hit and with a crackle his engines were offline. "Dammit" He said to himself. "There's no way I'll be able to escape this one." he exclaimed with a slight defeated tone to it.
He turns on his comms and proceeds to speak to it "Well, I guess after one of you morons shot my ship, I would require you to come and help me out here. I might have some... how do I put this, Goods? That you might like." He then sat back and waited his fate.
 
Kharr turned to Malus and his new found apprentice. "Malus, I'm sure your apprentice knows how to fly his own ship." He motioned towards the ship. Darth Kharr then turned to Mal'lor, "Wreck havok with your forces out there, and meet us on the Preserver*." Then without hesitation Kharr boarded the ship.


I know its a small post but its because there is nothing really left to do until we get out of the Iniquitous. *: The Preserver is the Republic's flagship.
 
Whilst the two Sith Lords spoke Vun'Katar looked out of the hangar at the first stages of the oncoming battle. Volleys of torpedo and cannon fire, brief skirmishes between Sith and Republic fighters. Vun'katar looked forward to the mad rush through the battle into the very heart of the enemy ship, 'The Preserver' the name of the republic flagship embodied the republic's love of the status quo that Csol so dreadfully despised. Vun'Katar was deep in thought about the comining battle, multiple scenarios rushed through his mind, even his own death. However, most importantly Csol Pictured all the fire and shredded steel of the approaching fight with anticipation.

Then without hesitation Kharr boarded the ship.

Vun'Katar snapped out of his thoughts of battle and followed Malus onto his ship. He was sure the Sith would be unphased by the quality of his ship like the engineers were. Csol quickly swept debris and momentos of his kills off of an unused sitting area of his ship onto the floor, simultaneously indicating with his hand for the Sith to sit. Vun'katar sat in the cockpit of 'the Vagabond' realising he would have to wait for the battle to fully comence before making his dash for the Preserver flagship, if he were to attempt to soon, before the republic forces where fully distracted the ship would be obliterated or at least stunned. Destined to float off into space like one ship he spotted out in the void, strange, it didn't look like a sith ship nor a republic one for that matter. Turning his mind to more important matters, Vun'Katar said:

'Ready. Give the word'
 
A few minutes before...

"****!"

Everyone glanced at the senors officer who normally doesn't swear, for the reason of the sudden exclamation. He turned beat red.

"Well," asked Alexi, "What is it man?"

"The Sith Lords, sir?"

"Yes?"

"They took their own ship and are on a intercept course with the Preserver."

Alexi hung is head down in exasperation. For once I would like to know their plans before hand, so I can accommodate them. He brought is head back up, and started barking out more orders, "Alright, let's help them out! Comms!"

"Yessir?"

"Tell, battle group Fury, to swing port a bit in a line formation. Tell them their targeting parameters are shield generators and turrets.."

Alexi's thoughts were racing. It will make them stand out which will divert their attention. They maybe too far to hit anything, but if they do hit then it also will help.
 
...

The battle was in full swing. Swarms of fighters fought tooth and claw out in the void, lone ships dogfighting, dueling mano-e-mano unaware of the the destruction surrounding them. The two great metal walls of cruisers exchanged fire at an unimaginable rate, laser and rocket flashing through the dark of space. One Sith frigate had made a death or glory attempt at raming a republic cruiser only to be obliterated in the charge, being left nothing more than a lifeless husk.

Vun'katar knew it was time to give battle. Without thinking of instruction or whether the Sith where prepared he flared up the antiquated engines of The Vagabond and shot out off the hangar bay into the great chaotic nothingness. Wreckless in his approach Csol crashed through clouds of shrapnel, paying little attention to fighter or missile.

The Outdated Vagabond was far from fast enough, a swarm of republic fighters trailed Csol's ship like hornets. It was looking grimm, the ship had picked up far to much attention and sustained far to much damage. Was this the end. Suddenly a squadron of Sith fighters swept round destroying the tailing republic ships before flying off making bombing runs on the Preserver's turrets of sheild generators. That prirate turned admiral was good, rather good...

He had done it. With a laser cannon blast to the Preserver's Hangar sheild generator The Vagabond flew in to the enemy ship, grinding along the floor, barging republic fighters out of the way.  As Republic marines began to gather outside of the downed ship, Csol unholstered his Cortosis Weave Vibroblade and heavy pistol whilst making his way to the landing ramp.   

W.I.P
 
 
Kharr had a slight headache from the rough landing. He raised himself in time to see the young Chiss about to exit the fighter. He reached his arm over to the former bounty hunter, and with a smile said, "I think you should let me go first, unless you are already seeking death young one." He unhooked his lightsaber from his waist. Its about time... Kharr opened lowered the ramp, blaster fire riddled the ramp, and Kharr hadn't even stepped out yet.

Kharr stepped down, deflecting bolts directly back at the Republican troopers. He moved elegantly through the carnage, characterized by the quick slashes in between spins and jumps. After slaying several troopers, the Chiss had begun firing in their direction. "Good job , you might have wounded one!" said Kharr sarcastically. The marines retreated back into the crevices of their ship. Kharr rehooked his saber to his waist, and fixed his clothing to the best of his ability. Seeing through the force did not allow him the luxury of seeing clothing very well.

"And where is Malus..."  Kharr cracked another grin, "...hiding I assume?"
 
"And where is Malus..."  Kharr cracked another grin, "...hiding I assume?"

Darth Malus exited the Vagabond calmly, whilst avoiding the dead bodies in Republic uniforms that were scattered across the hangar bay. He shook his head in disapproval as he approached Kharr and Vun'Katar.

"Remember what I told you about the Sith and impatience, my apprentice? You seem to be fitting in quite nicely." Then he turned to Kharr.

"If you had waited a bit more before exiting the ship, Lord Kharr, I might've had time to disorient our enemies using Battle Meditation. In that case, we could have even captured one, and interrogated him about the layout of this Republic vessel. But what's done is done: where shall we head to now?"


 
Lieutenant Dernsorl sat on a metal bench, waiting for orders to do what he and his men do best, afterall, the ship was abuzz with word that the Sith had crash landed planet-side.

Come on Admiral...let us loose....

He thought, glancing at the Thirty-Seven men and women staring at him behind visors. Everyone had their weapons and gear ready beforehand. They were some of the finest men and women, Canthurn would trust them with his life. He stood up, the men all glanced up, staring at him expectantly.

"Listen up boys and girls! As you may or may not have noticed, we are currently engaged with the Republic! I know, it's hard to tell." He smirks, there's some chuckling. "Hang tight, wait for orders. Check eachothers gear!"

He sat back down, knowing there was no need for anything else. They were soldiers, they knew what to do.
 
"But what's done is done: where shall we head to now?"

Kharr looked about the ship through the force. He sensed the Jedi on board, and knew they would either be in the Bridge or at the very least near it. "I will ask for you opinion when I want it, old man." Kharr motioned both of the Sith through the automatic durasteel doors out of the hangar. The corridors were empty, which either meant one of two things. Either the Jedi were smart enough to warn the Republican marines to stay out of their way, or they were simply afraid.

However, an ignorant Padawan did not heed their warning. As the group of Sith turned the corner they were confronted by a lone Jedi. Kharr knew he was infinitely more powerful than this Jedi. He yelled in a courageous but stupid manner, "You will not pass, Sith Lord." Kharr made a confused grin, "Are you sure?" He used the force to strip the young man of his saber and added it to his waist. The young Jedi ran back into the rooms he had came from.

"We are closing in on the Bridge, where is Mal'lor?"
 
Dernsorl tried to hail the bridge of their ship.

"Admiral! This is Lieutenant Dernsorl! My men are waiting for orders, as of now, we're not doing anything up here to contribute. I'm requesting permission to support Darth Kharr and the Sith."

He then would lean back, waiting for a response. Every soldier in the shuttle was suddenly tense, waiting for the word.
 
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