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Awakening the Terracotta Soldiers; Aridka - Closed - PM for Invite
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The Dark Lord of the Sith stood on the bridge of the Imperial Star Destroyer, H.E.S. Kaas, watching as the Captain and the Executive Officer made plans to land on the planet of Aridka. They wouldn't be landing this large ship on the planet, that would be stupid, but they would be landing a small team of Sith on the planet to accompany the Dark Lord of the Sith. Jaymes watched these Officers with a slight scowl. He didn't have much to say about them, for they had served him well so far. But they lacked the efficiency, the loyalty of the Sith Troopers of old. And what was worse, they lacked the love for order. It was true these men were loyal to the Sith. They had left Imperial employ after the Second Civil War to serve the Sith over the Empire.

However, that was something that concerned Furoris, that they willingly left the Empire that they were supposedly loyal to, by all indications an orderly, if misguided, society. It had taken him sometime to allow himself to be at ease around these men. He took his time to probe into their minds, found things he liked about them and let them go. Those who had joined the Sith for a love of chaos and destruction, Darth Furoris killed and disposed of. But those who joined because they felt the Empire had lost direction, and wanted to be a part of an Empire with direction and of something akin to an Orderly Society, Darth Furoris allowed to live. That was how the Captain and Executive Officer of the Kaas, remained alive.

However, with so few good men actually loyal to him, Furoris knew he needed to get people to help him jump start the creation of this Empire into full gear. So he was returning to Aridka, where so many years ago he had once been frozen himself to unfreeze the army that had been with him there. Originally, he had planned to leave them encased in Carbonite, so they could retain dreams and ambitions of conquering the Galaxy as they were supposed to have done so many years ago with the Sith Empire they loved. But, that was a dead dream. Dead because the Galaxy had moved on without them. They had been good men in their time, and Furoris had thought it best to allow them to dream longer and to never awaken from the sweet dream that they embraced there.

But, he had a chance now, a chance he had not seen before. He could continue where his predecessors and successors had failed, he would conquer the Galaxy and create an orderly Galaxy in the image of the Sith Empire of old, a stalwart bastion of Order in a Galaxy full of chaos, one without Jedi to create discord. A chance to change the passage of the Galaxy. It had become his constant goal, a goal he was laying out plans for daily. For those plans he needed an army, and he knew where to get an Army quickly. One that was loyal and efficient

"We've entered the orbit of Aridka, my Lord." The Captain said, approaching the Dark Lord while he was in his musings, "Shall we prepare a landing party?"

"Yes." The Dark Lord of the Sith rasped, "And tell them to be quick about it, I won't be waiting long in the hangar for their arrival before I head to the surface."

"Sir....you're going too?"

"Will that be a problem, Captain?"

"No sir, I just feel we should keep you away from unnecessary risk."

Furoris laughed aloud at that and said, "Captain, the Sith don't go anywhere without taking risks. A little risk will not harm me. I will be down in the hangar." With that the Dark Lord turned to go to the Turbolift and head to the Hangar, his head clicking with plans. Ideas for the future.
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The leather binding of the journal smoothed as she closed the book, her eyes glancing toward the doorway to the chamber. She had desired silence and solitude before they reached their destination, something that would allow her a chance to reflect and prepare without the meaningless humdrum of minor and trivial discussion. She also desired not to have any run-ins with her former Master, a man who had decided to partake in this mission for reasons of his own discretion. She had not seen the Kiffar since she had been appointed the spot of Hand, but she knew that ill feelings were still there, fueling a tension that had developed between them over a decade before. The final beating she had received had been more than enough to sever any other ties she had to him, and she had not allowed herself much time to think about him or converse with him in any way.

“I hear it was a boy.”

Ariana set the book down on the seat next to her as her dark eyes watched the man standing in the doorway. The deep red tattoos decorated his face, symbols that she recognized as more than just an artful expression of his people. They symbolized his strength, one she knew that she could not contest. She knew how powerful the man was, how well he manipulated and controlled the Force. How she was ever able to pass him over, she was still rather uncertain. There was something more about this man than even she knew, and who was she to deny his strength, his power? Silently, she rose to her feet, taking a deep breath as she continued to observe him closely. She knew exactly what he was referring to, and that part of her life had been shed years ago.

“And you suddenly express interest in my personal affairs, Torbin?” The ranks of Master and Lord were dropped intentionally as she leveled her gaze with his. As it were, despite the age difference they shared of about twenty years, they were on the same level, sharing the same rank. No longer did she feel as though she had to obey the man standing before her. No, she outranked him, but even she knew that respect and power were two different entities that often mingled together. She respected the strength he had, the power he possessed, but nothing more than that. She was not an impressionable, maturing young woman. “If I recall the situation accurately, you told me to get rid of him. You sent me away on a mission and made sure that I did as ordered.” There was a sharp edge that entered her tone of voice in spite of the softness of her words. “You made it perfectly clear what you wanted. Why do you have an interest now, after ten years have gone by?”

The deep blue eyes of the Kiffar stared into her own. She knew that he was attempting intimidation, but she had long since grown past that, no longer feeling so susceptible to it like she had all those years before. It was true that she had never actually had the patient, gentle training of a Jedi; the Sith simply did not operate in such ways, but he had been the most violent, the most abusive, instructor she had ever had. And perhaps she had learned more than she had expected from him. Her own subtle violence, a vicious nature that seemed so willing to hide behind a façade of discretion and delicateness, was a stunning revelation of what she had learned, behaviorally, from him. The child he now spoke of was the only creation she had ever given up in the hopes of something better, something with less aggression, and it had been a decision made in the briefest of lucid moments when her thoughts were not clouded by darkness and deceit and fear.

“You told me there was no child. That he never came to term.” Lies. They were always so much easier to express than the painful truths. Perhaps she had told him a falsehood all those years before, but she hardly remembered her own words any longer. They had little importance in her mind’s eye. “You knew what was going to happen, and you lied. I could have taken in a boy, could have raised to be better than anything you would have become, but you took that away from me without a second thought because you knew what my intentions were.” The words were stated precisely, with little inflection or indignation. There was truth in his words, and even she remembered foreseeing what could transpire. In the deepest recesses of her mind, perhaps there was something that warned her, that told her it would be better for the child to be raised by someone more neutral, to have him live in a less chaotic world. And she had done just that.

“Anything is better than allowing you to raise him. You did not deserve him.” She knew that the blow was coming before the back of his hand cracked against the side of her face, forcing it in the direction of the momentum. She took the blow in stride, did not even more or flinch as she returned her gaze toward him. “You told me to get rid of the child, and I did, on my terms. That is what angers you. That I did what I felt was necessary, that I actually had the thought of my own to go against what you so desired. Even now it burns you to think that I might be better than you, that I am not some withered old man like you are.” A second strike, and she felt the warm blood begin to well up at the surface. Still she did nothing but stare at him, her eyes cold.

“One day you will make a grave mistake, Ariana, and I intend on reaping the reward for it.” She said nothing in response as she moved to step past him, to make her way down to the hangar where she knew that the Dark Lord was already waiting for them. As soon as she was behind him, she turned, feeling his fingers wrap tightly around her throat before her back connected with the wall behind them. His blue eyes were more intense, bright with rage, as she look into them, never matching their intensity in emotion. His grip tightened enough that she struggled to breath, could see the edges of her vision darkening as he leaned in close. “It would be wise of you to consider this a warning, Ariana. I will find him, and when I do, not even the darkness will be able to stop me from finally getting rid of you.”

With that spoken, he let her go, stepping past her. She could feel the anger that had permeated throughout the room as she stood there for just a moment longer before her fingers gently touched her neck. Already, she could feel the bruising beginning to well up to the surface, but she simply chose to ignore it as she moved toward the hangar, keeping her head held high as she mentally prepared for the mission at hand. This was a bold move for them, and she intended to do as instructed in order to help build up the power within the Order. The meaningless squabble would be forgotten until the next run-in that they had. Stepping into the hangar, she awaited further assignment from the man that she was to remain loyal to – the Dark Lord himself.
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Darth Furoris stood within the hangar bay, his mask now firmly affixed to his face. He found it disoriented the younger Sith to not see his face, made them made mistakes, and therefore, made him have to correct those mistakes. It was something he did often because of this. Some of them thought him cruel to do so, but in Furoris's mind it was better they made those mistakes now on something that didn't matter in its relativity to his grand scheme then later when their flaws could bring the whole thing to the ground.

As the Sith filed into the hangar, Furoris felt the anger off of more than one of them, the hatred, the need for blood. It was intoxicating. And yet, Furoris knew it to be a problem that needed to be addressed. One of the many problems that needed to be addressed with the Sith, that Darth Furoris planned on changing before the Sith consumed him. It was going to be one of his legacies to the Order after he joined the Force and dominated the next life.

He turned around as they gathered behind him, and began to speak, his voice coming out of the vocoder that had been attached to his face upon his return to the Galaxy by a skilled Nar Shaddaa doctor, so that he could speak properly again. The lightasber wound that cut deep into his jaw had gotten considerably worse in the 3,000-some odd years that he'd been frozen.

"Sith...it has been almost ten years since the Dark Side delivered me to you, and you to me." The vocoder augmented his natural voice, and yet it gave it an inhuman quality. His voice was deep to begin with, but the vocoder made it deeper, darker, with a subtlety that worked on the primitive parts of the brain commanding instant attention. Demanding respect, obedience, and inspiring dread. "When I found you, you were but children on Korriban who had only heard tales of the true Dark Side. A Dark Side that I had lived with for my whole life. I brought that strength to you. Today, we begin building a new Empire. And Empire for the Sith."

The Sith roared vehemently back at the Dark Lord, resulting in a light chuckle from the man. But he held up a hand to stop the cheers, so he could continue. "Before I arrived in your midst, I spent 4,000 years of sleep on this planet below us. When I awoke I found a Galaxy that needed molding, but I didn't know what to do with it...now I do. And on this planet, lies the men who will help us build it. The Sith are invincible, we've lasted for generations and thousands of years. But we cannot build on our own. We need servants and stewards for our Empires. The men on this planet below us, were the best of stewards. They guarded the strongest Empire the Sith have ever known."

"We head to this planet to awaken them, to serve us, our New Empire. An Empire where the struggle within that makes the Sith strong will not make the Empire weak. Our struggles will be contained to the Order, while these soldiers guard our Empire. This was the mistake of past Empires: they allowed the struggle to weaken the Empire through Civil War. Although we shall always fight one another to hone our skills and fortify our positions, in this New Empire, the Troopers who we will awaken shall be the stewards who keep the Empire strong while we adjust ourselves." Furoris, continued, and then said, "They only need be awakened, and they will bow to me now as they did 4,000 years ago. Those of you who have been assigned to the planet, come with me, everyone else attend to your duties. If any starships appear in this system, destroy them. They are not to know what we do here today. You are dismissed."

Darth Furoris spotted his Hand within the ranks of the Sith who were now filing away to different parts of the hangar, some to their ships, others back into the Star Destroyer to return to posts. He began to walk towards her, for he would need Ariana's skills on the planet. He also noticed then the Kiffar Sith nearby, Torbin had been his name. The two Sith had a deep history with one another, and the fresh bruising that had begun to appear on Ariana's cheek hinted that they were still clashing. Furoris wondered about the story, but he wouldn't pry about it, mostly because he just didn't care that much. So long as she could still serve her purpose, that was all that Furoris cared for.

"Torbin, you are assigned to Delta Team as their leader. They're forming up now in Hanger 3. Go now, undoubtedly they will be lost without someone to guide them." He stated matter of factly to the Kiffar, to get him to begin his mission rather than brood over his relationship with Ariana. "Ariana, we're going to the planet ourselves. I am going on a direct route to the Carbonite Chamber, my Troopers need to see me as I am. Unafraid, and ready to lead them to glory once again. Because I am doing that, undoubtedly some of the darker creatures of the planet will stir. The Tuk'ata, the Hssiss. My presence on the planet called them there, and I can feel my return has some effect on them. Make sure they do not interrupt me. You will be my shadow, understood?"

He delivered the orders quickly, but he knew Ariana would digest them just as quickly. There was a reason he had chosen her for his Hand, just as there was a reason he had chosen Kratis as his Fist. Both knew their jobs, and performed them well. Kratis was a heavy hitter. Ariana, well, she had been performing subtle machinations for him for sometime. Clandestine operations were her forte, and he knew she would not be seen if he told her not be. He trusted her to literally be his hand, reaching out into the Galaxy and choking the life from his enemies.

"And if Torbin tries to jumble up your mission, I trust you to act like a Sith."
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There was a sense of unity among those gathered as she listed to the Dark Lord's speech. Like those gathered, she knew what the mission was about, that there was a need to begin their own expansion within the galaxy. There was a need for balance and a need for antagonism that seemed stronger as she stood there, her dark brown eyes watching the masked figure that stood before them. He was the only Sith she felt any semblance of loyalty to, and she knew that she would do whatever was requested of her, no matter how challenging, difficult, or dangerous the task was. He was their leader, the one Sith responsible for leading them down the crooked and dark path toward power and strength and unity, and she respected him for that. And, respect from her was not something she gave away very often or very easily.

As the speech came to an end, she felt her eyes close for just a moment as the slight pain radiated in her jaw. She knew that Torbin possessed a physical strength that she lacked, but she knew that she exuded a patience that could outdo his, a patience that offered her the opportunity to overpower an opponent or a target by utilizing necessary attacks. Only patience could make that possible, but now was not the time to further linger on the past. She needed to focus on the tasks she would be given. Even as she felt the Dark Lord step closer, she never allowed anything to show on her features, not matter what she felt about the Kiffar's actions, words, or veiled desires. They no longer had a place within her, and she no longer had any care to remember the passion she might have felt all those years before. As the taller man stopped in front of her, she heard him give a command to the Kiffar, forcing the other to take on a task that would vary from her own. Her dark eyes watched the Dark Lord in silence as she heard him begin to speak, giving her the commands she had been expecting to hear.

“Yes, My Lord.” There was no need for her to say anything more. She had nothing she needed to dispute, nothing that needed to be said. His instructions were clear, precise, and she knew exactly how she would have to conduct her behavior and her skills. She felt herself straighten her posture before she heard the last phrase the Dark Lord spoke to her. A cold expression crossed her features before she gave a curt nod. “You have my word that I will, My Lord.”

Although they had often kept a certain distance from each other, Ariana was not so naïve to believe that Torbin would not try to sabotage her particular task during the course of the mission. Being given veiled permission to eliminate him in the end, should he attempt anything, only validated her thoughts that she had a slightly stronger standing within the small faction than he did. She knew that he was angry about his son, about a child she had told him nothing of after his clear demand that she rid them both of the burden, but what did she have to tell him? She did not know his name, his location, what he was doing. For all she knew, the child was not even a Jedi, despite her particular choice in giving him up to a Jedi couple. Again, she brushed the thoughts away. She no longer wished to think about the child she had borne. He had no standing in her life or within her heat, and she much preferred it that way.

Clearing her head, she would follow the Dark Lord toward the ship that would bring them down to the planet, where she would perform her task in a display of precision that had been one of the reasons she had been appointed as Hand. She was to be his shadow, and she knew that she would not remain visible unless he wanted her to be seen.
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It was not long after his conversation with Ariana that Darth Furoris found himself on the surface of the rocky planet that had been his tomb for over 4,000 years. The rocks crunched beneath his feet as he looked across the bleak surface of the planet, his eyes searching the horizon as he saw the other ships touching down on the planet and releasing their Sith occupants. Furoris watched this with a hidden grin on his wicked face, as he looked to the future and waves of Sith washing over the Federation and it's vaunted Democracy. He was pleased by how his Sith were responding, at least to this situation.

He continued forward, a lone figure in the distance as his Sith spread out to different spots of the world. His intended destination was before him, all he had do was to walk towards it and to attain it. This was as his whole life had been, one step at a time, a little closer to his goals. When adversity struck, shrug it off and continue forward. Ever onward, towards the horizon of destiny.

It was not too long however when an expected buzz appeared in his ear from his comlink.

"Captain Renault to Lord Furoris."

"Speak Renault, I've not much time for idle chit-chat."

"Sensors show that the defenses of the planetary colonists have been activated and alerted to our position, my lord. I seek your command."

"Engage them. Quickly. Overwhelm them with force of speed before they have a chance to fully prepare their defenses. Capture those ships who surrender to your command, and destroy those who resist. For the New Empire Captain."

"For the New Empire, my lord."

Furoris knew that the Kaas would be on its way to the enemy now, and he had full faith in Captain Renault's abilities to do as he had been commanded. He then switched to the signal the ground forces had been briefed to take, and said, "All Sith, now is the time to retreat into the shadows. Planetary defenses have been activated. Strike those who approach your position and destroy them utterly. Ariana, this goes double for you, if you see anyone approaching my position, I expect them to be one with the Force in short order."

Furoris then called the Force to his feet, to aid in speeding him along as he began to run full pace towards the cave where his comrades remained frozen. As he neared the cave, he began to feel the presence of something feral. Slowing down, he heard a growl and turned in time to duck under the pounce of a Tuk'ata, lured to the planet by his 4,000 year presence on the planet. His lightsaber ignited, and he began to circle the Sith Hound, his mind alert to the presence of an approaching group of soldiers as well.

The Tuk'ata lunged again, and Furoris side stepped slashing quickly up the maw of the Tuk'ata. Then he turned off the lightsaber, and proceeded forward, acting as if he was unaware of the soldiers who were alerted to his presence. He knew that Ariana would cut them down, and if she did not, he had total faith in his own blade.
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