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A strangled gasp desperately claws at air, forcing oxygen into needy lungs that have not felt its embrace in long months. The ragged, animalistic inhale enunciates to the world that you still live. The cold air you greedily suck in burns your throat like swallowing shards of razor glass. Your world is pain, but pain is good, pain means there is still life in your body, and you have survived this forced resuscitation. As soon as you’ve flooded your body with much-needed oxygen, your chest spasms violently, wracking your frame as wet coughs replace the gasp.
Locked in a cycle that oscillates between deep, hungry inhales and violent coughing fits, your eyes open and see nothing. The darkness is complete and total. You spy no source of light in the void that wrestles against the inevitability of night. Your mind is dull and numb. It still lagging from your awakening, struggling to do anything more than its base functions. Cold enshrouds you, wrapping you within its horrid embrace. Goose pimples cover your naked flesh as the chilled air caresses you, sucking out all your natural warmth. Teeth chatter within your mouth, and you crawl up into an even tighter foetal position; your body is trying and failing to beat back the cold that has infected your soul.
As the icy numbness recedes, the pain returns, coating every inch of your body like a cruel reminder of your suffering. You spasm wildly as pain intermittently shoots through different parts of your body, mimicking lightning never hitting the same spot with the agony-inducing stab, at least never hitting the same place twice in a row. Each involuntary twitch is confined, restricted, and imprisoned; the movements are halted from completion by an unyielding force.
Still blind, you register the constraints that bind you, with the realisation you fight against them like a rabid Sullus-Tiger. Pushing upwards in an attempt to get to your feet, you shove your face into metal wire that does not give. Your hands blindly claw at the cage that keeps you pinned to the ground, fingers fruitlessly fight the durasteel. They fail to find a weakness or to scythe through the metal. Now you notice you are not even able to lie straight, your cage has you trapped in this foetal position with only a few inches of space on any side. Kicking at the prison, you are as successful as a child stomping in protest against their parent. The woven metal that holds you captive will not break under your hopeless, infantile assault.
Your eyes begin to adjust to the complete dark, finding it is not as total as you once believed. Small lights pinprick the darkness, watching like the beady eyes of a cruel observer, not enough to give you a view of the world around your cage but sufficient to make out some vague outlines. There is motion beneath you; there has been since you awoke; only now have you noticed it, just as you have perceived the chorus of dull, pained moans that surround you. The choir wails a weak hopeless song that assaults your delicate ears. The cage that holds you is slowly being moved down a smooth conveyor belt. With a squint of your eyes, you barely see a being in front of you, within an identical cage, travelling down the line. You suppose you see another one and another, all dehumanised and naked, trundling down this facility towards a more total darkness of which you cannot pierce.
Above you, there are pallets of rectangular prisms that stand in stacks, loaded neatly in this cold factory. A sleek, automated claw reaches out and withdraws one of these oblongs, and you instantly recognise the device: a carbonite block with a soul trapped within, wearing a scream of utter terror frozen on her face. This is a cryo-prison, a place in which beings can be held on ice indefinitely, and you are on a conveyor towards something. Fighting your cage, you try to make out more of the world of darkness, but the night blankets the room so heavily you are only able to see a few of your fellow thawed inmates. All are trapped in these restrictive cages, naked as the day you were born, with low murmurs and moans of pain akin to a beaten hound.
Frozen metal presses into your bare skin, the chill burrows deep into your core, and all you can do is watch as you travel down this belt towards whatever fate has in store. This could be a slaughterhouse for those with the rare and expensive taste of sentient flesh. Hugging yourself tighter, your mind is still reeling from the carbonite freeze; the fight you awoke with died with the realisation of the inevitability of this soulless industrial hellscape. The being in front of you in this forced queue disappears through a slot, leading to Force knows where.
At the end of this conveyor, the cage around separates like the jaws of a great predator, and you are dumped off the very edge of this belt. Landing, you feel warmth for the first time, the warmth of another living being. With a dull, sedated moan, you roll off the person onto the metal floor. As before, this room is dark, but there are no small specks of light to cling to, only utter darkness. With haste, you bounce to your feet, but only to stumble on shaky legs into another being. You push and squeeze past, trying to find someplace free of the suffocating naked horde, you need peace to regain the ability of thought. Most of your fellow prisoners are like you, naked flesh exposed to the world, others wear itchy fur or sharp scales that scrape at your nakedness.
Eventually, you push yourself free of the mass, and your hands feel the flat of a wall. You press yourself against the surface as if you could fall into it and escape whatever this living nightmare is. The fog swimming through your brain is beginning to recede, and you can now remember who you are.
>Physically perfect – You are strong, tall and fast. There is nothing you do not physically excel at. You tower over your fellow humans. Back in the mines, people would joke that you could wrestle a Wookiee.
>Gifted by the dark side – Your skin is the colour of blood, this will grant you favour with the Sith and the dark side of the Force. The humans in the orphanage never let you forget your freakish appearance.
>Golden connections – Your family owns a large space station and the mining rights to an entire solar system. With your family’s money and connections, hidden doors open, loyalties sway, and you can buy many bodies to throw at problems.
>>6254404>Golden connections – Your family owns a large space station and the mining rights to an entire solar system. With your family’s money and connections, hidden doors open, loyalties sway, and you can buy many bodies to throw at problems.
>>6254404>Golden connections – Your family owns a large space station and the mining rights to an entire solar system. With your family’s money and connections, hidden doors open, loyalties sway, and you can buy many bodies to throw at problems.
>>6254404>>Physically perfect – You are strong, tall and fast. There is nothing you do not physically excel at. You tower over your fellow humans. Back in the mines, people would joke that you could wrestle a Wookiee.I am heavy weapons guy?
>>6254404>Golden connections – Your family owns a large space station and the mining rights to an entire solar system. With your family’s money and connections, hidden doors open, loyalties sway, and you can buy many bodies to throw at problems.
>>6254404>Gifted by the dark side – Your skin is the colour of blood, this will grant you favour with the Sith and the dark side of the Force. The humans in the orphanage never let you forget your freakish appearance.
>>6254404>>Gifted by the dark side – Your skin is the colour of blood, this will grant you favour with the Sith and the dark side of the Force. The humans in the orphanage never let you forget your freakish appearance.
>>6254404>Gifted by the dark side – Your skin is the colour of blood, this will grant you favour with the Sith and the dark side of the Force. The humans in the orphanage never let you forget your freakish appearance.Got some sith pureblood ancestry in there
>>6254404>Golden connections – Your family owns a large space station and the mining rights to an entire solar system. With your family’s money and connections, hidden doors open, loyalties sway, and you can buy many bodies to throw at problems.
>>6254404>>Physically perfect – You are strong, tall and fast. There is nothing you do not physically excel at. You tower over your fellow humans. Back in the mines, people would joke that you could wrestle a Wookiee.B I G
>>6254404>Gifted by the dark side – Your skin is the colour of blood, this will grant you favour with the Sith and the dark side of the Force. The humans in the orphanage never let you forget your freakish appearance.All these humans and near human out here calling themselves Sith. IT DISGUSTS ME.
>>6254499>tfw any pureblood sith would also say the same shit about ourlad because they only have the skin and not the fucked up forehead and dangly bitsdohohoho
>>6254404>Golden connections – Your family owns a large space station and the mining rights to an entire solar system. With your family’s money and connections, hidden doors open, loyalties sway, and you can buy many bodies to throw at problems.
>>6254404>Gifted by the dark side – Your skin is the colour of blood, this will grant you favour with the Sith and the dark side of the Force. The humans in the orphanage never let you forget your freakish appearance.
>>6254404>>Gifted by the dark side – Your skin is the colour of blood, this will grant you favour with the Sith and the dark side of the Force. The humans in the orphanage never let you forget your freakish appearance.I WAS BORN IN THE DARK SIDE; MOLDED BY IT.
>>6254404>Gifted by the dark side – Your skin is the colour of blood, this will grant you favour with the Sith and the dark side of the Force. The humans in the orphanage never let you forget your freakish appearance.A gift and a curse, but mostly a curse.
>>6254509See, you get it.
>>6254543How could such striking crimson features ever be a curse?
>>6254552>See, you get it.Of course. I graduated with a bachelor's in interspecies relations (and how to sour them) at Coruscant level 1500 academy of the arts. Which is also why I am picking the tall option. Because shitting on everyone for being 5'11" when we're 6' is peak supremacist hours.
>>6254561Why shit on people for being shorter than you when you can shit on them for being absurdly tall? Bunch of lanky freaks with their gangly proportions and fucked up knees!
>>6254564A game of averages and percentages. Even a zeltron can pretend to be a redskinned sith. Or some clown with a bucket of paint. But being tall? Naturally? Hah. Those fucking manlets could never.
>Gifted by the dark side – Your skin is the colour of blood, this will grant you favour with the Sith and the dark side of the Force. The humans in the orphanage never let you forget your freakish appearance.
Fuck Sith blood, what's REALLY important is how closely we can retrace our lineage to the GOATs that are the Dark Jedi Exiles
>>6254404>Gifted by the dark side – Your skin is the colour of blood, this will grant you favour with the Sith and the dark side of the Force. The humans in the orphanage never let you forget your freakish appearance.Fellow Sithchads, are we winning?
>>6254404>Gifted by the dark side – Your skin is the colour of blood, this will grant you favour with the Sith and the dark side of the Force. The humans in the orphanage never let you forget your freakish appearance.We power max in this bitch
>>6254404>>Golden connections – Your family owns a large space station and the mining rights to an entire solar system. With your family’s money and connections, hidden doors open, loyalties sway, and you can buy many bodies to throw at problems.Nepo Baby.
>>6254404>Golden connections – Your family owns a large space station and the mining rights to an entire solar system. With your family’s money and connections, hidden doors open, loyalties sway, and you can buy many bodies to throw at problems.Palpatinemaxing
>Gifted by the dark side – Your skin is the colour of blood, this will grant you favour with the Sith and the dark side of the Force. The humans in the orphanage never let you forget your freakish appearance.
>>6254404>Golden connections – Your family owns a large space station and the mining rights to an entire solar system. With your family’s money and connections, hidden doors open, loyalties sway, and you can buy many bodies to throw at problems.
>>6254404>Golden connections – Your family owns a large space station and the mining rights to an entire solar system. With your family’s money and connections, hidden doors open, loyalties sway, and you can buy many bodies to throw at problems.
Im going to end the votes here, usually I would give it the entire day, but this amount of votes seem suspect.
>>6254552>How could such striking crimson features ever be a curse?You're right, there will no be consequences.
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You remember who you are, the red-skinned, malformed mutant; how could you ever forget? So fucking ugly even your parents threw you at the doors of an orphanage and never looked back, those were the people that were meant to love you unconditionally. But you don’t care; your isolation has given you much that others lack. You do not blindly follow the mindless cattle of the masses. Your mind isn’t shackled to the prevailing consensus. Being apart, you are free. This realisation, of course, took time. It took long years of constant bullying for you to come to this conclusion. Before this acceptance, you are ashamed to admit that you hated your physical abnormalities.
The space station that once was your prison has been replace by wherever this new jail is located. A faint errant thought intrudes in your mind, wondering if there are others like you here, sharing your red skin and the two face tendrils that frame your mouth. As quickly as the thought appears, you reject your weakness and angrily swat it away. You are not some lost alien forever dreaming of some loving reunion; you are better than that. You do not need others to improve your life and station; you have determined to do that yourself.
Constant humming from the moving conveyor belt continues as beings whisper Basic in the dark, keeping quiet as if to hide from the attention of some great beast that calls this empty hall its lair. Keeping your distance, you fight against the cloud that dulls your mind, trying to recall the very actions that brought you here. It was a Sith; you gazed at the Force user strutting around the space station that was your home for the last eighteen years. Watching from a distance with wonder in your amber eyes ass the entire world bent their knees for him. The sight hypnotised you, this emissary was able to command such respect and deference due to his rank. As you snuck closer to get a better view of the man, he spotted you in the crowd and shouted commands for your capture.
A hiss of compressed air breaks the silence as industrial pistons move, leaving every prisoner frozen in place, waiting for an invisible Nexu to pounce. Light is birthed into your world; large, armoured doors slowly slide open, killing the darkness that smothers this cargo bay. A humanoid figure stands central in the ever-widening gap with only a shadow for detail. Tears stream from your assaulted eyes as they burn in the harsh sunlight, as you try to visor them with a crimson hand. Slowly, your eyes adjust, and your view of the figure becomes clear; he too is a Sith. Royal purple robes interlaced with gold encase the human, and to his waist hangs a hilt of an energy blade.
“Come,” The Sith commands in a gentle tone that bores no discernible malice.
Slowly, fearful of a trap, the prisoners begin to shuffle out of the penal ship into the world. Following the group, you creep closer but pause as you reach the lip of the ship and the planet outside. Green is everywhere; tall pillars that climb to the sky wear the verdant colour on long branches, and it even coats the very floor, which should be bare steel or carpet. A sweet smell utterly alien to your nose invites you to leave the starship into its natural embrace. With a weary step, you leave the protective hull into this utterly new world.
Spreading your toes, you allow blades of grass between them, then softly rip them from the earth. The horde of beings, that are primarily human like much of the blighted galaxy, spread out facing the Sith, forgetting their own nakedness. There is no shame, whatever embarrassment these people once had was stripped of them, at least temporarily. All eyes are on the Sith, apart from yours, as you drink in the planet around you that teams with nature. It is a crime that beings could live and die in space without seeing nature with their very own eyes.
The velvet voice of the Sith resumes speaking to the ensorceled crowd. “Welcome all, this is the planet Lao, ruled by Darth Erhart, and I am Lord N’we. Lao is a planet dedicated to just one thing, you. Every single one of you has been found to have a budding spark of the Force within you. This world and its staff are dedicated to helping that spark flourish, and enabling you to become something great. I know many of you have led unfulfilling and menial lives; today is the first step in your journey to ascend above it, and no more will the universe dictate your fate. By becoming one of us, you will no longer be a slave to greater powers, instead you will develop into one of those beings that can command the destiny of billions. But let me warn you, this is not a path for mediocrity, let alone weakness. Most will perish over the years, fight to make sure that isn’t you, and everything you’ve ever dreamed of will be at your fingertips. You do not understand what a privilege we offer you.”
“All you have to do to begin your journey to the ranks of the Sith is walk forwards, through this forest. It will take you a day and at the end of your trek is our academy.” Lord N’we pauses to give you all a cheerful smile, beaming his genuine grin to each of the hundred or so prospective students. With a finger outstretched, he points to a random naked potential student. “You, yes, you, please come here.”
A yellow-skinned Zabrak walks up towards the Sith Lord as jealousy spikes through your chest. It should be you, you want whatever favour N’we is about to bestow on the Zabrak. N’we clasps his hands on the shoulders of the spiked-head being and turns him around to face the horde. With a violent stomp to the back of the knee, the Zabrak falls to the ground. Quickly before N’wes victim is able to react, the Sith digs his fingers under the jaw, into the flesh, and rips upwards. A head with a spiked crown goes flying off out of sight as gore stains the Sith robes red. In the same gentle voice N’we used earlier, he gives a final command, “Now run.”
The naked mass runs for the trees, you included, not waiting for the Sith Lord to butcher you in a similar fashion. There is a large clump of beings that run in the same direction. Others run off into what will become smaller groups, and finally, there are those who avoid the direction of the others.
>Join the herd – You join the largest group. Let their bodies be your armour. You will pass this test behind a wall of bodies.
>Safety in lesser numbers – The large congregation of people are too loud, too numerous, and will draw attention. But you do want to risk being easy, isolated prey.
>All alone – You are faster than the flock, you are quieter than them. You will not risk your life to treachery. You will reach the temple alone or you will die alone.
>>6255056>>Join the herd – You join the largest group. Let their bodies be your armour. You will pass this test behind a wall of bodies.
>>6255056>>Join the herd – You join the largest group. Let their bodies be your armour. You will pass this test behind a wall of bodies.We don't need to outrun the nexu. Just trip someone to feed it when it gets close.
>>6255056>All alone – You are faster than the flock, you are quieter than them. You will not risk your life to treachery. You will reach the temple alone or you will die alone.
>>6255056>Join the herd – You join the largest group. Let their bodies be your armour. You will pass this test behind a wall of bodies.
>>6255056>>Join the herd – You join the largest group. Let their bodies be your armour. You will pass this test behind a wall of bodies.
>>6255056>All alone – You are faster than the flock, you are quieter than them. You will not risk your life to treachery. You will reach the temple alone or you will die alone.
>>6255056>All alone – You are faster than the flock, you are quieter than them. You will not risk your life to treachery. You will reach the temple alone or you will die alone.Run boy run.
>>6255056>Safety in lesser numbers – The large congregation of people are too loud, too numerous, and will draw attention. But you do want to risk being easy, isolated prey.
>>6255056>All alone – You are faster than the flock, you are quieter than them. You will not risk your life to treachery. You will reach the temple alone or you will die alone.
>>6255056>Safety in lesser numbers.
>>6255056>All alone – You are faster than the flock, you are quieter than them. You will not risk your life to treachery. You will reach the temple alone or you will die alone.
>>6255056>All alone – You are faster than the flock, you are quieter than them. You will not risk your life to treachery. You will reach the temple alone or you will die alone.
>>6255056>Join the herd – You join the largest group. Let their bodies be your armour. You will pass this test behind a wall of bodies.
>>6255056>>All alone – You are faster than the flock, you are quieter than them. You will not risk your life to treachery. You will reach the temple alone or you will die alone.
Seems like a nice chap, for a Sith.
>...in lesser numbers. (small group)
I take it this is the Old Republic Era, although the New Sith Wars would be really kool as well but unlikely considering our protag.
>>6255056>All alone – You are faster than the flock, you are quieter than them. You will not risk your life to treachery. You will reach the temple alone or you will die alone.The issue with being around people is that they're just as likely to backstab YOU as you are to backstab THEM. The Sith have a constant game of back-and-forth treachery, and if we wanna win we will have to straddle the thin three-sided axis between keeping tabs on our allies, keeping enemies close, and making the only winning move, that is, not to play in the first place. In this case, we should probably do the third.
>All alone – You are faster than the flock, you are quieter than them. You will not risk your life to treachery. You will reach the temple alone or you will die alone.
We aren't cattle. We are Sith. Only weaklings, only cattle gather in numbers.
>>6255056>Safety in lesser numbers – The large congregation of people are too loud, too numerous, and will draw attention. But you do want to risk being easy, isolated prey.
>>6255056>Safety in lesser numbers – The large congregation of people are too loud, too numerous, and will draw attention. But you do want to risk being easy, isolated prey.
>>6255300>I take it this is the Old Republic Era, although the New Sith Wars would be really kool as well but unlikely considering our protag.Havent really decided, something I'm not a fan of is either fucking with canon because it feels too fanfictionesque, but I also don't want all your actions to be wiped away by what is to come. So I was thinking post Endor by quite a bit, but if people want it in a certain era I can be swayed.
>>6255518 but I also don't want all your actions to be wiped away by what is to come.
Ehh, might as well argue that we all should laid down and die due to heat death. Old Republic is cool and thus it should be Old Republic.
>>6255518Follow your heart Habibi, I personally don't mind where in the timeline we are so long as we get up to some realt Sithy shenanigans
>>6255532>Ehh, might as well argue that we all should laid down and die due to heat death.Should we not rail against entropy even if in vain? Seems a rather Sith thing to do. If more people want it to be in that time peroid we can, it is a cool one, I'm slowly making my way through the KOTOR comic right now.
>>6255518Do any pureblood sith even show up at that point in history? They went extinct shortly after the great hyperspace war didn't they? Kind of hard to believe a random gene strand remains intact through that much breeding. Then again, the Force does fucky wuckies all the time so that's probably moot.
>>6255539I'd 100% be down with being a freak pureblood atavism/ genetic throw back. Sounds fun and imagine how smug we could be if we find holocrons explaining people like us used to be the top dogs of sith?
>>6255539Depends what you use in your personal headcanon, but the Sith Emperor in TOR was a Sith Pureblood. And TOR is thousands of years after the great hyperspace war. If we are doing post Endor then the Sith species are extinct for over four thousand years+.
>>6255518Whence the Jedi are powerful.
I find no joy in murdering the pathetic, it does not excite the warriors creed to kill slaves and proclaim ourselves masters of murder
>>6255540>"You guys call yourself what MY people are. I am suing for royalties."Good God. It's too powerful.
>>6255543Well darksiders have plenty of ways to really extend their lifespans. And people with zero scruples. So it's not hard to believe there could be some potentially out there. It's just a wild stretch in my imagination is all. I'm not saying not to do it or anything or put it in a certain place or time. Just that it boggles the mind. I just want to get some kind of Force Retrovision and see snippets of the glories of the past. And revive the dark arts of the classic Sith, like that dope ass alchemy bay beeeee. Sith Sorcery make some noise
>>6255550>Fuck you, that SITH artifact is my heritage, hand it over Darth Shitass
>All alone – You are faster than the flock, you are quieter than them. You will not risk your life to treachery. You will reach the temple alone or you will die alone.We don't have to be the fastest we just have to be faster than the guy next to us.
>>6255518it's your happy little painting man just do what you want, the timeline for star wars is ridiculous and kinda static so just do what works for you.
>>6255552Darth Ch'Tas could be a real name. This amuses me greatly.
You have never been a Sith sycophant; they were rare on the station, being so far removed from the lords of the dark side. Their needless cruelty, malice and exploitation was something that always forced up mental images of those that bullied you relentlessly. But… this is your chance to be something, to live, rather than to be the butt of every joke, to be the recipient of every scowl and the one everyone turns to blame. You want this. You want power, wealth, women, fucking everything that you’ve been robbed of these last eighteen years. You will become Sith.
This is your first trial, and you will arrive first, showing your new teachers that you are a worthy addition to their cohort. Pumping your legs harder, you easily sprint past the unorganised mass, leaving them behind. Only do you slow when the collection of naked beings is long out of sight. With all the sound they make, you wouldn’t be surprised if they call a rancor. The sound dims until it is totally swallowed by the great forest that has enveloped you.
High above, the ancient trees stretch out with their branches, crafting a canopy of darkness. Small shards of light weasel their way through the foliage onto the forest floor. You don’t like this; the place feels sick. It feels infected with a foul presence that is watching you from the zoid. Branches and thorns nip at your exposed flesh, scoring small lines of blood, almost indiscernible against your skin. Your head constantly swivels from side to side, making sure there is nothing around lurking in the darkness. Regressing to a jog, you reduce your speed to keep the energy to fight back against anything or anyone that would do you harm.
Slowly, a heavy cloud of fog materialises, sitting on the forest floor, subsuming the shrubbery in the fog’s embrace. With the theft of light, the temperature here is far from the earlier warmth gifted by the unbroken rays of the sun. Each footfall disturbs the knee-high blanket of fog, sending ripples through the surface. You ball your fists, preparing to strike at anything that would ambush you in the night. Your right-hand aches a familiar discomfort; your smallest knuckle was broken in a street fight not two years ago and has healed incorrectly. It serves as a constant reminder that skulls are harder than fists.
A bird whistles a short warbling note above the forest floor, far out of sight. Singing to find its kin, you would wager. You do not like how it breaks the silence of this forest. You do not like the silence of the forest in the first place; where is all the life? Trees this large and spaced out could easily hide great beasts from sentient hunters that scour the galaxy for impressive trophies. Your feet bring you pain as your soles are scraped raw by the vegetation hidden by the fog.
It hasn’t been long, maybe a couple of hours, since you first stepped foot in this world. In this time, you’ve decided you hate forests, you hate the long trees that reach up like giant fingers, and you hate the darkness. At least at the station, powerful industrial lights were always present if needed. True, it was beautiful on the outside, but it is just another prison you have found yourself in. A running theme of the day. The only thing you are remotely thankful for at this moment is the simple direction of forwards, given to you by N’we. Anything more than that would leave you dangerously lost.
A terrified scream slices through the quiet easier than any vibroblade does flesh. An instant later, a new wail of complete terror joins it, only to be overpowered by a union of felinid roars that thunder in the dark. Panic takes you. Your feet pound against the ground as you run to avoid whatever that sounds was, knowing only one thing about it, you do not want to meet what stalks this forest. Sweat beads upon your forehead as your throat becomes sore, and lactic acid infects your limbs. Heavy puffs escape your lips until you reach a gradual stop, forced by exhaustion.
As you try to regain your breath, you scurry towards a dense bush that clings to the base of a tree. Falling into it, you hide within its grasp as you pant and puff. You lock your limbs in place, fear stealing their ability to move apart from small uncontrollable shakes. Fatigue robs you of any high thought as you rest within your hidden spot, innately assuming whatever predator that calls this their kingdom hunts with their eyes rather than smell.
Finally, your exhaustion and dread subside enough for you to decide you need to keep moving. Sticky to a light jog, conserving your strength, you pass from tree to tree, refusing to be in the wide gaps between the large bases. You hear no more sound; once again, silence reigns, but it brings you no comfort. It only means that those who slaughtered the other students have finished their battle. Hopefully, they are busy feasting upon the corpses, and you can escape without ever meeting the beasts. There must be survivors in your cohort, they wouldn’t want all their potential students dead. That is, assuming you are truly wanted as apprentices, this could all be a sick game that would be perfectly in line with the Sith.
A snarl catches your ears, and the sound comes from ahead. Knowing that forwards is your only direction, you do not alter course. Getting lost in this maze would spell death. With the utmost care, you creep slowly towards the sound, praying you do not make any noise. A humanoid figure with a spear protruding from his back lays face down over a large log. Getting closer, you make out more detail and determine that the wounded creature with blood soaking the wound and matting his fur is a Whiphid. You recognise the large monster from the N’wes speech, he is one of you.
Roll 3 sets of d20s
>Help the goliath – You do not want to be travelling alone, and a Whiphid, even injured, is a terrifying foe.
>Leave him to his death – He’s dying, or close enough. He would only slow you down and paint a greater target on the pair of you. Leave him, and do not pause your journey.
>Grab the spear – Rip the spear free, and let him bleed out. Any fight left within the beast would make this task an almost death sentence.
Rolled 9 (1d20)
>>6255764>Help the goliath – You do not want to be travelling alone, and a Whiphid, even injured, is a terrifying foe.
Rolled 5 (1d20)
>>6255764Hmm. Value
If we help him, possibility of gratitude. A whippid who's natural physicality is quite dangerious even without the spark of the force. And a second target with which to sacrifice.
but trade off is time, it will take a bit to help him. It demonstrates compassion outwardly which may loose us points, and will slow us down because he is injured.
So my suggestion is
>Scan the enviroment. If he escaped the humanoid hunters [what animal fights with a spear?] they may have left him out in the open as bait for the compassionate.>If we can't see any hunters or traps, then go to assist him. If he has any fight left then he's a survivor and an asset. If he doesn't then we can take the spear without any issue.
Rolled 5 (1d20)
>>6255764>>Help the goliath – You do not want to be travelling alone, and a Whiphid, even injured, is a terrifying foe.
>>6255764>>Leave him to his death – He’s dying, or close enough. He would only slow you down and paint a greater target on the pair of you. Leave him, and do not pause your journey.You think I can't see a trap? Well you're right but I still ain't biting this hook. Bet some fucker is up in the tree waiting for us to walk next to it to goombah stomp us.
>>6255764>Leave him to his death – He’s dying, or close enough. He would only slow you down and paint a greater target on the pair of you. Leave him, and do not pause your journey.Who leaves a perfectly good spear in someones shoulder? Sorry mate, you're on your own.
Rolled 8 (1d20)
>>6255764>Help the goliath – You do not want to be travelling alone, and a Whiphid, even injured, is a terrifying foe.
>>6255793if we turn the trap on the hunter, we could get some useful gear out of the kill.
How we can kill someone like this is uh. . . I'll get back to you on that.
Rolled 16 (1d20)
>>6255764>>Grab the spear – Rip the spear free, and let him bleed out. Any fight left within the beast would make this task an almost death sentence.Time to be a sith
>>6255764>Grab the spear – Rip the spear free, and let him bleed out. Any fight left within the beast would make this task an almost death sentence.though I'll accept
>Leave him to his death – He’s dying, or close enough. He would only slow you down and paint a greater target on the pair of you. Leave him, and do not pause your journey. If we're going to be a Sith, we must get sued to thinking and acting like a Sith. Even if we wanted to spare him, a big, fuzzy guy from an ice-planet is hardly an asset in the jungle, especially injured.
>>6255834Depends what sort of sith you want to think like.
I want to say that my idea was trying to be a canny sith.
Check it's not a trap, approach as a friend to lower the beings guard while we assess it's usefulness to us, then if it's not a threat, kill it via taking the spear.
a cautious sith would probably recognise this is fucky and leave it alone.
and the last kind of sith would see this is fucky and take the spear anyway, challenging anyone to fuck with him. these guys either die or are badass.
>>6255825We are currently naked, kinda tired, and visibility is poor. Even if we managed to get the spear first what if they have a bow? Or I dunno, a hunting dog? Too many variables at play for my taste. Discretion is the better part of valor. Also, Ork Logic. It ain't a loss when you run away cause they didn't kill ya so you can have annuva go later.
>>6255764>Help the goliath – You do not want to be travelling alone, and a Whiphid, even injured, is a terrifying foe.
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Posting a Whiphid because people may not know what they look like.
>>6254402 (OP)I do think having a giant meathead feeling in our debt is probably worth the gamble
We can always kill someone brutally later to show we aren’t soft. Calculated mercy is not the same as weakness.
>>6255764>Help the goliath – You do not want to be travelling alone, and a Whiphid, even injured, is a terrifying foe.Come, you are now our Chewbacca
>>6255848That's why we check for them first.
But if he's in the trees, we can try knocking them down.
Knocking them near the Whippid may be an idea.
As for ranged weapons, a spear is a ranged weapon.
Hounds. . . Got nothing, but he could just as easily sic em on us anyway if such is their intent.
>>6255843I’m sort of thinking of this like a prison hard situation. Ultimately it’s every man for himself, but if we immediately establish a reputation as the most brutal and evilest apprentice here we are also painting a big target on our back for someone else to take a stab at. We'll have time to build rep, riding the middle ground till we get our bearings might be wise.
>>6255864*prison yard situation
>>6255864Reputation here is gained two ways.
Either this whipped exists after surviving this trial or the hunters observe our performance.
If neither is true, no reputation is gained out of this encounter. Something worth considering.
>>6255863>a spear is a ranged weapon.Once. Fucked if you miss. If you don't already have the tools and foreknowledge to turn an ambush around on whatever may be laying in wait it's just plain wiser to avoid it. You look around and probably see nothing because it's dark and foggy as hell, the dick hiding out has had time to settle in or have a prepared spot to be in, which makes them even harder to see, and your only real option for attacking them is to either pick up a rock which we'd have trouble seeing through the ankle-thick fog or the spear which they are undoubtedly watching at this very moment. Or a branch, but same problem as with rocks.
There is also the other scenario in which this guy got away from his attacker and his attacker is now his pursuer in which case standing around looking for something gives them time to catch up to him and by extension us. It's just a bad play.
>>6255874So while I agree with you on almost every point, I still want to see if we can find a trap rather than assume there is one.
Because if there is a trap, then abandoning the bait is a good move.
But if there isn't, we have more to gain out of my plan.
The trouble is determining how. We are strong in the force, so some intuition may help us here.
>Though we also rolled a 9.
Dude is already cooked. We don't have Force Healing, Bacta, Synthflesh, Clean Bandages, or Kolto.
>SEIZE THE SPEAR
& GTFO
>>6255764>Grab the spear – Rip the spear free, and let him bleed out. Any fight left within the beast would make this task an almost death sentence.
>>6255764>Grab the spear – Rip the spear free, and let him bleed out. Any fight left within the beast would make this task an almost death sentence.
This is a classic trap, it’s a tired and obvious one. Get one of your prey’s allies and leave them close to death in their path, then ambush them. Yet the beast is still a whiphid, as tall as a wookiee and twice their width. One casual swipe of its claws will shatter the bones of any humanoid, let alone their great goring tusks. If you see any of the hidden hunters stalking in the ether, you leave him to his death, but if not, you will use him as a shield or a distraction. And if the pair of you both somehow make it out of this forest, he will owe you a life-debt. You think. Whiphids are similar enough to wookiees, both large sentient-enough predators coated in fur, why wouldn’t they also do that stupid life-debt thing?
Amber eyes scan the treetops and the maze of branches that intertwine overhead, but you see nothing. Nor do you spy any figures that lurk behind the ancient trees that tower over you. Slowly, hesitantly, you stalk closer to the wounded behemoth while trying to stay as silent as possible and spotting anything lurking in the dark. The whiphid’s chest heaves and sinks in a steady rhythm, no ragged breaths telling you that he is close to death. Just outside of arm’s length, his not yours, you pause. You are wise enough to know not to startle a wounded creature of this size.
“Whiphid,” The whisper escapes your lips with the lowest voice you are able to muster. “Can you move?”
A jolt shoots through the half-ton monster, then a voice as low as the deepest level of Coruscant emerges from the mess of thick fur, “Foolish human. I am a trap that you have just sprung. It is too late to retreat now. Watch for movement above and free my foot, then snap the spear stuck in my back. If you pull it out, I will flay you alive as my very last act.”
Dumbly, you gaze at his left foot, seeing it impaled in a jaw made of sharpened stone from an obfuscated trap. Cursing yourself for missing it, you bend down to free the beast’s foot. The monster goes rigid as you slowly withdraw each of the spikes that have buried into his flesh, making no noise. Freeing his foot from the sunken trap, you move to the spear in his back, glad you didn’t try to withdraw it, knowing now that would have ended worse for you than him. Straining against the solid wooden spear, you leverage it against your knee until you are rewarded with a snapping sound.
Slowly, the whiphid stands up to his full height, towering over you like a parent does to their prepubescent children. Each of his six digits end with razor-sharp claws the length of your fingers designed to lacerate flesh. Two tusks jut from his closed jaw that promise a lethal bite. “I owe you red-skin. I expected no mercy here of all places. Foolish of you, but in return, I will make sure you escape this maze of death; then we are even. The name is Urr’tal, son of Mar’tal.”
“Vulfstahn, now let’s go.” You avert your eyes to the canopy enclosing you, trying to avoid staring into Urr’tals’ maw, which looks like it’s crawled out of a nightmare, not that it should belong to a sentient race of the galaxy.
Above, a bird whistles a similar warbling tone as before; seconds later, there is a reply from one of its kin, coming from far behind. Urr’tal gives a short nod in your direction as he flexes his clawed hands, you give a slight bob of recognition. Looking around, you still see nothing; whatever stalks you remains hidden. Reaching down, you clench one of the stone teeth that once bit into the whiphid flesh; your grip struggles as blood keeps the impromptu blade slippery. The once-beams of light birthed by the sun that pierced the interlocking trees have withered away, leaving you almost blind, causing you to grip the stone knife harder until it wets itself upon new blood.
Sounds of muted rustling come from the tree in front, and the pair of you spin around to face it. Your three-meter-tall ally charges towards the tree, ravenous to inflict revenge on the hidden creature that shed his blood. Something slams into you from behind, knocking the air from your lungs, and the hunter’s arms lock around your waist. The very next instant, you are seven stories high, and the arms let go. An instinctive yell rips from your mouth as you fall. Arms flap useless as you plummet towards the ground.
With a not-so-gentle thud, you land, with no shattered bones, nor skull dashed against the forest floor. You feel no pain, and your heart continues its frenzied pumping as adrenaline floods your system. Urr’tal stands with his back pressed into the tree as his head rapidly swings side-to-side. A dark blur bounces around him, far too fast for your eyes to follow in this night. One second, the blur leaps towards him; the next, it vanishes into nothingness, then reappears along the forest floor.
Before you, a face appears; its skin is an oily black that flickers every instant of every second as if it’s half-rooted in another dimension. No eyes sit upon the face, it is featureless until its gawping maw which contains bright humanoid teeth, creating a stark contrast with its hide. It seems to beam a proud, mocking grin at you. Its razor-fast arm swings down, holding a blade whittled from a rancor’s tooth. Then it disappears. Urr’tal, who was running over to you, roars as the knife cleaves into the iron-like muscles on his back. Urr’tal tries to counter, but the Shade has already slipped away, avoiding the scything claw.
You meet each other without sharing a word and stand back-to-back, not allowing the creature of night to strike you from behind. Bracing, you prepare for the continuation of the assault. Missing the sharpened stone that was thrown from your grip, you curl your fists into a balls, waiting for a flash of darkness to pop into your world.
Roll me 3 d20s
Most Sith are gifted physically, and these traits determine what Lightsaber forms these Sith gravitate to.
>Stronger than a reek – You have been gifted with the strength to touch someone with a single punch and put them to sleep.
>Faster than a nexu – Your reactions are second to none, no human has ever matched your speed. When people have thrown punches at you, it was like they were wading through treacle.
>Tougher than a bantha – Never did you rely on strength or speed, instead you break people. Your stamina is indomitable, and your resilience is otherworldly. Not one punch in your frequent brawls has wobbled you.
Rolled 10 (1d20)
>>6256219>Tougher than a bantha – Never did you rely on strength or speed, instead you break people. Your stamina is indomitable, and your resilience is otherworldly. Not one punch in your frequent brawls has wobbled you.
Rolled 20 (1d20)
>>6256219we fight with a fucking lightsaber. Speed is the key and Dexterity the fuel.
Okay, so we called that it was a trap. That's good.
We sprung the trap. Not so great, need to work on perception abilities.
We are now in a life and death fight. This is actually perfect if we want to see if we can force uh . . the force to jump start.
Desperation is the mother of mc guyver
>>6256222BAHAHAHAHAHA.
just in case it is unclear.
>Faster than a Nexubut HA! sharpen those skills fucker!
Rolled 4 (1d20)
>>6256219>>Tougher than a bantha – Never did you rely on strength or speed, instead you break people. Your stamina is indomitable, and your resilience is otherworldly. Not one punch in your frequent brawls has wobbled you.I want to be able to use a lot of the Force without having to take a nap from the exertion plox.
Also I must say, BEHOLD! Vindication!
Rolled 1 (1d3)
>>6256219The dice gods have decided and I must give my due. Let the dice decide.
One for strength.
Two for speed.
Three for endurance.
>>6256219>Faster than a nexu – Your reactions are second to none, no human has ever matched your speed. When people have thrown punches at you, it was like they were wading through treacle.Good reflexes and keen eyes make for a quick learner, and I plan to impress the hell out of whoever is in charge of teaching us how to duel.
Rolled 2 (1d20)
>>6256229>>6256219Fuck, forgot my dice.
>>6256219>Tougher than a bantha – Never did you rely on strength or speed, instead you break people. Your stamina is indomitable, and your resilience is otherworldly. Not one punch in your frequent brawls has wobbled you.
>>6256216"Shall we gather for whiskey and cigars tonight?"
>NEXU SPEED
>>6256219>Tougher than a bantha – Never did you rely on strength or speed, instead you break people. Your stamina is indomitable, and your resilience is otherworldly. Not one punch in your frequent brawls has wobbled you.
>>6256219>Faster than a nexu – Your reactions are second to none, no human has ever matched your speed. When people have thrown punches at you, it was like they were wading through treacle.
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>>6256219>Faster than a nexu – Your reactions are second to none, no human has ever matched your speed. When people have thrown punches at you, it was like they were wading through treacle.In the world of space wizard fights, speed determines the winner.
>>6256219>>Faster than a nexu – Your reactions are second to none, no human has ever matched your speed. When people have thrown punches at you, it was like they were wading through treacle.Glad we helped out this guy, seems cool.
>>6256219>>Faster than a nexu – Your reactions are second to none, no human has ever matched your speed. When people have thrown punches at you, it was like they were wading through treacle
>>6256331Absolutely GOATED taste, anon.
This being said, we're in the middle of the age of high sith sorcery. We should be committing any and all kinds of knowledge we find to parchment, data slate, and memory. Lets shoot for at least Force Ghost status people!
>>6256345And thank you, anon! While I can appreciate your toughness vote, I simply think the better alternative is not being hit in the first place. Plus, maybe we can iai trakata draw our opponents to death! A sitha can dream.
>>6256359https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XbhOYmvKcXM
>>6256359>>6256365I am the retarded. I forgot to say it was Kung-Fu Hustle kek
>>6256219>Faster than a nexu
>>6256219>Faster than a nexu – Your reactions are second to none, no human has ever matched your speed. When people have thrown punches at you, it was like they were wading through treacle.You cannot destroy what you can't hit.
>>6256219>Faster than a nexu – Your reactions are second to none, no human has ever matched your speed. When people have thrown punches at you, it was like they were wading through treacle.
>>6256219>>Stronger than a reek – You have been gifted with the strength to touch someone with a single punch and put them to sleep.
50/50 chance of me not doing an update today, ive got riots near my place.
>>6256590Damn. The curse made you live in LA, huh?
>>6256592Nah mate, different riots.
>>6256592>>6256594It's a solid fifty-fifty chance that OP is European. Americans protest, but they can't riot for shit. The LA protests aren't even all that bad as far as I'm aware, apparently it's the cops instigating, shooting reports and what not.
>>6256219>Faster than a nexu – Your reactions are second to none, no human has ever matched your speed. When people have thrown punches at you, it was like they were wading through treacle.
>>6256598I'm still
>>6256350 btw, ignore the constant ID changes.
>>6256598I don't know man, L.A. retards have a lot of riot experience. They do it all the damn time. Some cars have already been set on fire and smashed, some storefronts looted and vandalized. I was thinking QM was Balkan though, I have no idea why.
>>6256718In my hometown, football hooligans burn some random store and throw molotovs at cops every month. Americans are snowflakes.
>>6256725It's not uncommon for riots to break out and burn down several buildings and cause millions of dollars of damages. L.A. especially has had huge problems with this. Unfortunately there are no more rooftop koreans. But I will concede that this one in particular will not be that bad, since the feds are involved and there's a significant crackdown and nobody nowadays wants that smoke.
At least when your guys start whinging and doing shit they have a better reason than Burgers. You get upset over your team losing valid crashout borgerlunders get upset over I dunno some bullshit like a criminal being arrested or someone being told not to paint his sidewalk or something.
>>6256725I mean that just sounds like Philly desu.
>>6256736as reported by the most credible news sources, Philadelphia riots and detroit riots combined cost the US government 10's of dollars in damages to infrastructure when they spill out of control and rampage through the densely packed trash that the country calls cities.
>>6256736The difference with Americans is that we riot only when we lose. If we win we get wasted and maybe beat some gypsies at worst.
>>6256763The Eagles won the Super Bowl and we got multiple reports of people in Philly ripping out lamp posts and eating horse shit off the street.
So by my account, we have;
1 STR build
4 for Endurance
And 9 for speed boy;
If I might make a suggestion, considering that we are in the middle of the age of prime sith sorcery, mfs out here have goated Steven Chow taste, and the Dex build seems to have won out... yall think we could make a Sith Shang Tsung? The force and sith sorcery can be used to do a lot of wacky wild soul stuff, even time travel under the right conditions (Flow Walking from Legends, and the World between Worlds). Imagine trapping the souls of our unsuspecting rivals to fuel our experiments and ambitions. The dark side would LOVE us.
>>6256871The reason I went with endurance is solely so that ourlad could use more Force stuff and lean on his already enhanced connection to the dark side via his heritage. So doing any wild wacky woohoo shit with the Force is an automatic yes from me. I would also like to note the natural counter to extreme speed is just using the Force to lock someone down. It doesn't matter how fast you are, or how augmented you make your speed via the Force if someone just throws a fat wad of kinetic energy out in every direction to slam you against a wall. Or they just, you know, grab you with the Force and try to Crush you. Also also, GRAB HIS DICK AND TWIST IT. No kinky shit allowed with Force powers. No under the table distraction handies in public.
>>6256219>Faster than a nexu – Your reactions are second to none, no human has ever matched your speed. When people have thrown punches at you, it was like they were wading through treacle.
>>6256875>No under the table distraction handies in public.That sounds like puritanical Jedi Council bullshit. >:(
>>6256763>Gypsies>AmericanPretty sure there are only gyppos in the Appalachians and, Allah forgive me for uttering this place, New England. Most Americans don't know what a gypsy is, just thinking they're free spirits & mystic types or regular homeless.
>>6256875I was under the assumption that to catch a Force sensitive person with telekinesis, you would need to be LEAGUES stronger then them as far as mastery over the Force goes. With that in mind, wouldn't anybody who could get a grip on us or throw us around be some somebody who could confidently fuck us up with a variety of methods anyways?
>>6256883Real shit I'm surprised none of the various Sith acolytes in training ever do it. I guess getting the shit kicked out of you by the trainers for fucking around is enough of a disincentive.
>>6256932>I was under the assumption that to catch a Force sensitive person with telekinesis, you would need to be LEAGUES stronger then them as far as mastery over the Force goes.Kind of sort of. Just shoving someone? It's not hard unless they actively use the Force to resist. But if you're doing that you're probably not channeling it in order to do dodging stuff. It's less a matter of power and more a matter of focus. Pushing and Pulling is by and large exceptionally easy comparatively to other Force powers. While there is an amount of automatic response and inherent resistance you still need to do something to counteract someone using the Force upon you physically. Otherwise it will hit you regardless of how strong you are. Like Sith lightning, you can actually just redirect it or disperse it with the Force. Unless you don't know how or it touches you and you start going into convulsions and have to fight through that to do anything.
Doing the fancy stuff like messing with minds and stuff is a different story, where the natural will of the person is what you are trying to overcome. Trying to do something that would upset the "natural order" also has a huge amount of inherent resistance so if you're trying to draw out someone's consciousness or soul the Force itself really doesn't like that and it'll make it difficult.
As for options, yeah, but a real master knows that often the simplest solution is the best one. Some guy trying to speed blitz you? Just make a whirlwind of shrapnel in the area. Or localize an increase in gravity on them. Or just, grab them. They'll have to slow down to stop you from doing it. Ultimately multitasking is the realm of mastery of the Force. That's why you'll often see even renowned Jedi and Sith take brief moments to break away to tap into the Force. And the most dangerous are the ones who simply don't have to.
>>6256944>>6256932In the first Darth Bane novel there was a part where Bane was training with the other Sith and bascially every force user creates a shield around there body that stops people from manipulating them. So basically you can't rip someones eyes out or cause a stroke without a second thought. Of course he did overpower his fellow acolyte by brute forcing his way through this shield.
>>6257053I will forever hate Bane's rule of two. Obviously it worked pretty well, but at any time the chain could have been broken by sheer dumb luck. You'd think someone would look at the words "There can only ever be two, a master and an apprentice" and interpret it as a Sith should only have one student until they were sufficiently powerful and canny enough to hopefully overpower them and if not then at least survive in the galaxy on their own. This would lead to much more stringent requirements to become a Sith than the earlier systems which had tons of neophytes and is very visible but much better proliferation than Bane's idea to actually kill each other.
Obviously they'd still kill each other but at least it wouldn't be a requirement. Just a circumstance of being dickbag Sith.
>>6257059Well, luckily for you anon it seems that a lot of people had that same thought, because at any given time, this rule of 2 was severely messed with. Palpatine had Dooku, who in turn had his acolytes and Assaj, who in turn had Savage. Apprentice on top of apprentice on top of apprentice.
But I agree, realistically speaking the Sith were at they're most powerful when they had somebody at the top to run things, Visiate style. Whole swaths of the galaxy were at their command, but it was gradually traded for tons of soft power over the years to account for the loads of backstabbing. Which do y'all think is better, straight up Imperial hard power that we can call down like a hammer? Or insidious soft power Phantom Menace Palpatine style? Personally I think if we're going to go with a Shang Tsung build we need to work on our glow-in-the-dark-side powers.
Speed has always been your friend, you’ve always been one step ahead of the rest. Until today, but the extra-natural creature of shadows made sentient is hardly a small test of your Force-given attributes. The Shade bounces in and out of reality at every angle as the pair of you stay coiled like compressed springs, ready to launch yourselves upon your assailant. Something pulls at you, but the pull isn’t physical, it is something incorporeal that speaks to your mind and soul. This whisper in your head is telling you just one thing, attack the nothingness before you.
Without thought or processing this instinct, you throw yourself forward with your arms reaching outwards as if snatching an object that isn’t there. A blur of inky shadow materialises before you and your arms wrap around the Shade’s leg, constricting them in an iron-tight grip. Carried by the momentum you threw yourself with, your shoulder slams into the front of the figure of darkness. The pair of you crash onto the ground with a mighty thud. As soon as you land, the Shade flails, trying to writhe out of the arms that lock around his thighs. You fight to sustain your grip, but it is so much stronger than you, your only solace is the awkward angle for the creature.
A giant clawed foot hovers above the pair of you, then crashes down like an industrial press machine. The whiphid stomps the heel of his foot onto the Shade’s torso, sending powerful aftershocks through your body. In quick succession, Urr’tal stomps again and again as the fight fades from the monster you are pinning to the ground. In a final ditch effort, the bloodied Shade teleports before another stomp can end the horrid creature. You and the Shade are one hundred meters away from Urr’tal, and it unleashes a final desperate burst of freakish power. It balls its hand into a fist and swings its arrow down towards your head in a brutal hammer fist.
The first blow to your skull slackens your grip as the world becomes hazed numbness around you, and the second has you letting go entirely. Like a drunk, your hands shoot out towards your attacker. Instead of dumbly flailing and uselessly slapping, your arm grows strong. This strength is a new one, one you’ve never felt before. It feels like a storm in your blood, roiling and ripping against restraints. Trying to burst from your very core. It does not bring you pain; this power churning within is intoxicating. Your entire being feels exultant as if possessed by a holy spirit. An explosion of unfettered power fires from your palm, smashing into the Shade and sending him far away.
As soon as this power has built up, it evaporates, leaving you with the taste of copper in your mouth, your head swimming and fatigue overwhelming your body. Belatedly, you lift your head to look for the night hunter. A broken figure lies at the base of a tree that has seen millennia pass. Limbs hang limply, and the head lulls at an unnatural angle. The body is utterly still, and the spastic flickering that once characterised the beast is gone. Mist begins to creep around the dead Shade, slowly reaching up to envelope it, as if reclaiming the body.
Urr’tal walks up next to you, brandishing the knife once held by the creature you slew. “Vulfstahn, could you not have done that earlier?”
“I do not even know what that was.” Which is half true, never have you felt such power before, but you know what it is. It is the Force, and you commanded it for the first time in your life. While the humming power locked inside yourself is diminished, it is not gone. Perhaps it was always there, but only now can you feel it. It’s as if you were blind but have just been granted sight.
“Can you do it again?” Asks the whiphid, looking at you sceptically, properly studying you for the first time.
“Not any time soon.”
“Then we should go. One nearly killed us, I do not want to meet more. This forest is plagued with these things.” The deep voice pauses as he stops to think. “Do you keep the body of your prey? On Toola, we either use the entire body or gift it. I could skin it and make a cloak from its body, I think it would fetch quite a price, or we gift the corpse to Lord N’we and we could gain favour.”
“We?” You ask sceptically.
“Vulfstahn, you did not kill the creature without assistance. You get the first pick of the prey, but it is not yours alone.” Urr’tal speaks honest words that you cannot find fault with, and you are tired and alone with the Whiphid, no point starting a fight.
“Your words are true enough, but do we want to carry this dead weight? This could inflame them and have more of these Shades actively hunt us.” You question your ally.
“I can carry it, the Shade is strong, but not heavy, not to me at least. The only issue I see is if they somehow sense their fallen brother and are drawn to him. It is your kill, I will leave the decision with you.” Finished, abruptly concluding the conversation by gazing up into the canopy above.
As you ponder your decision, your eyes rest upon the corpse, realising you have just killed a living being for the very first time. It was, of course, in self-defence, and the being seems to lack higher-sentience, but it is the first time you have ended a being’s life. The action was easy, and your action was instinctive, without conscious thought. If you are going to follow this part to join the Sith it will be the first of many. You brush away the thought of a defenceless human staring at you in utter terror, not enjoying the mental image.
>Collect the trophy – Take the corpse with you and have Urr’tal butcher the corpse after you arrive at the training grounds. You do not doubt that there are credits to be made from this corpse.
>Gather the prize – Upon arrival, you will gift it to Lord N’we in hopes he recognises your achievement and values your offering.
>Let the dead rest – Leave the body here, your focus is your life. You do not need to risk further hardships in this trial.
I wasnt planning on you killing it, but rolling a 20 was good enough.
>>6257111>>Collect the trophy – Take the corpse with you and have Urr’tal butcher the corpse after you arrive at the training grounds. You do not doubt that there are credits to be made from this corpse.
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>>6257111>Collect the trophy – Take the corpse with you and have Urr’tal butcher the corpse after you arrive at the training grounds. You do not doubt that there are credits to be made from this corpse.Like I said, know when to make friends, know when to kill enemies, and know when not to get involved. This is us makin friends, the best way the Sith know how. Through shared slaughter. Plus, a Whippid is like, second only to Wookies imo. Imagine a Sith version of K'kruhk as our ally? We'd be unstoppable. The big ass Quan Chi to our Shang Tsung.
>>6257111>Collect the trophy – Take the corpse with you and have Urr’tal butcher the corpse after you arrive at the training grounds. You do not doubt that there are credits to be made from this corpse.
>>6257153>Quan Chi to our Shang TsungHopefully he's less treacherous, more of a Prince Goro.
>Collect the Trophy>Claim the Cloak of Shade-Flesh>Give Urr'tal the Head>Present our Accomplishment to Lore N'Wah, but keep the loot
>>6257167>Support.If needs be we can just eat the rest of it.
>>6257111>Collect the trophy – Take the corpse with you and have Urr’tal butcher the corpse after you arrive at the training grounds. You do not doubt that there are credits to be made from this corpse.
>>6257111>Collect the trophy – Take the corpse with you and have Urr’tal butcher the corpse after you arrive at the training grounds. You do not doubt that there are credits to be made from this corpse.
>>6257111>Collect the trophy – Take the corpse with you and have Urr’tal butcher the corpse after you arrive at the training grounds. You do not doubt that there are credits to be made from this corpse.
>>6257111>Collect the trophy – Take the corpse with you and have Urr’tal butcher the corpse after you arrive at the training grounds. You do not doubt that there are credits to be made from this corpse.
>>6257167Also backin this, def want a sick ass cloak.
>>6257171I am pretty certain this thing made living shadow is poisonous, but lets practice ourselves some Mithridatism, why not. It'll be useful when someone tries to poison us only for us to not even NEED the force to purge it.
>>6257079Yeah soft power is the way to go if you want to survive. And it is more dangerous in a grander scheme. It's the illness you don't know you have that often kills you after all.
>>6257111>>Collect the trophy – Take the corpse with you and have Urr’tal butcher the corpse after you arrive at the training grounds. You do not doubt that there are credits to be made from this corpse.Badass. Lucky ass twenty got our boy lookin swag and feelin himself. Now we know what the Force feels like. And damn does it feel good. Useful insight.
>>6257234>bro this tastes like ass>that is a literal chunk of poison you're eating>yeah and it sucks>Why aren't you dead?!
>>6257153>Plus, a Whippid is like, second only to Wookies imoI don't know, I think whippids are gorillas to wookiees humans. Slightly shorter but much thicker. They easily out weight wookiees.
>>6257304Wookies have the at-will crackhead strength though. Whippids are definitely tougher though, especially if you keep them in the cold. I like to think of it as the difference between fighter and barbarian.
Hey, sorry to interrupt, but I figured you nerds should see this bit of news...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WsK-KPi_w3w
>>6257327Star wars sisters how can we recover from this mockery...
>>6257327Somehow... Spaceballs returned.
Has anyone been buying the new legends omnibus releases? Any recommendations?
>>6257111>>Collect the trophy – Take the corpse with you and have Urr’tal butcher the corpse after you arrive at the training grounds. You do not doubt that there are credits to be made from this corpse.What use does a Sith Lord have for yet another pelt? Better we use our kill to build ourselves up, first and foremost.
maybe our instructors wont like that we obviously try to impress them
it would probably also paint a target on our back
just something to consider
>>6257457Yeah, no need for ass kissing just yet. Better we focus on ourselves for now.
>>6257469One should always focus on themselves. You can't get better than your master if you can't even get better than yourself as they say.
>>6257111>>Collect the trophy – Take the corpse with you and have Urr’tal butcher the corpse after you arrive at the training grounds. You do not doubt that there are credits to be made from this corpse.
>>6257327>>6257334If they don't call it "the quest for more money", we riot.
>>6257457You gotta suck up somehow anon. Sith won't admit it but they looove when people do. It's why we're taking the pelt for ourselves and butchering this thing, because then atleast we won't be accused of being a kiss ass.
>>6257389I have not, but is that just a straight up alligator at Jabba's feet?
>>6257502Crocodilia are nature's perfect design, why wouldnt there be crocodiles in space?
>>6257500That or Spaceballs 3 the search for Spaceballs 2
>>6257502Clearly not. As you can see, it's about to breath fire. Or a laser. Hard to tell in space.
>>6257511Nah, dude, he clearly had a rip on that space bong.
>>6257519I had not considered that the space kush could make one's insides glow. Good point.
>>6257111>>Collect the trophy – Take the corpse with you and have Urr’tal butcher the corpse after you arrive at the training grounds. You do not doubt that there are credits to be made from this corpse.
Your decision is quick and easy to make. You will take the corpse to disassemble, as Urr’tal stated he will have no issues carrying it. The idea of a cape being fashioned of the hide of this creature is a bit perverse to you, but also appealing. It will speak of your first great success and promise many more to come. These Shades are both stronger and faster than any human, let alone their ability to rip at the fabric of reality of the work with this teleporting ability. It is clear that this test was never meant for you to slay them, but to survive them.
“If you can carry the Shade, then let us take it. It is a prize to boast about.” Urr’tal nods his great head, walks over to the body, and throws it over his shoulder with ease that finds you jealous.
“As the first pick is yours, Vulfstahn, what do you want from the Shade?” The Whiphid asks you as both begin walking, continuing your journey to the Sith academy.
“I will take the skin, you get the bones. I like your idea of crafting a cloak from it. Do you think it is edible, the meat that is?”
“For me, yes, for you, I would be cautious. You humans, or whatever you are, have weak stomachs. My people were created to hunt the greatest beings of the universe and consume them, you are small and fragile. You are effete empire builders. But if you want to join me in consuming the flesh, then I will not stop you.” Urr’tal answers, and his facial muscles shift into a horrid visage, but the alien face and emotion is one you cannot read. “When we arrive, I will dump the body into a cold storage area. You skin it within the next couple of days, then I will strip the flesh from bones.”
The pair of you continue trudging through the forest, each step disturbing the knee-height fog. Sounds of more Shades communicating to one another intermittently disrupt the silence; luckily, each of these calls are far enough away to speak to your relative safety. Giant trees that have enveloped you grow thinner and smaller, and the canopy is less dense. Budding sunlight of a new day begins to slip through as your journey comes closer to its end. Urr’tal continues to limp beside you; his foot, savaged by the trap, is clearly causing the great predator pain. Exhaustion is clouding your mind; the exertion from your battle and this long trek has your body fighting for sleep.
Finally, you escape the forest maze into a great clearing, and the brilliant sun hangs high in the sky, letting you see all the bright greens of the forest planet. Before you stands a great ziggurat of polished white marble that gleams in the fresh morning’s light. In contrast, modern buildings of a deep black surround the temple, as if growing outwards from it. Further away is a relatively small spaceport, allowing for a single large ship of war or lesser personal vessels. Ten figures wait for you by the exit of the forest, six of them sit on luxurious hoverchairs while four of them stand at attention.
Recognising the face of Lord N’we and his deep purple robes, cleaned of all blood from the unlucky student’s decapitation. He spies you two and continues to speak to his five comrades whilst pointing a finger at the pair of you. The conversation picks up in intensity as they obviously discuss the new arrivals. Both you and Urr’tal trudge over to the sitting Sith Lords. Reaching the foot of this gathering, you slouch at attention as your legs fight just to keep upright. The horrid mixture of the body’s need for sleep matches with the fear of your plaguing nightmares that haunt your every resting moment.
Of the Sith, three, including N’we, are human; the others are a four-armed Besalisk, a stout Gand and a light red-skinned female. At first, you think she could be one of your kin, but with the different shade and the lack of facial tendrils, you realise, to your disappointment, that she is a Zeltron. You are still alone. Their analytical eyes are all looking at the Whiphid that carries the body of the dead Shade over his shoulder; only one or two glances are spared in your direction. They believe Urr’tal has slain the Shade, not knowing it was you who saved his life and slew the bizarre creature.
“Greetings, masters,” You begin, deciding it is better to incur their wrath rather than falsely attribute the kill to Urr’tal.
Lord N’we interrupts you without sparing a look. “Whiphid, you carry the body of a Shade, you have achieved something very remarkable. What is your name?”
“Urr’tal,” Replies the Whiphid; he shoots you a short glance, plainly thinking about claiming your kill that is being attributed to him.
Once again, you interrupt, not allowing this to continue, “Yes, my friend is very strong. He did well to carry our kill, my kill.”
The Besalisk grins, a wide, predatory smile with no warmth. “The pair of you dispute the kill? I guess we have no way of determining what is true, and I’m sure we all want to know the truth; you should settle this matter with combat. I will lend you vibroblades.”
Urr’tal looks at the Lords, then back at you. His mind computing his best course of action. Your fists ball as he thinks about the spearhead lodged in his back and his crippled leg. Inside, you manage to stir the power resting within. It is nowhere close to the power you unleashed on the Shade, but it will be enough; you will make it so. “No, Vulfstahn landed the killing blow; until then, we fought it together.”
“Wow,” Coos, the Zeltron, even in your exhausted state, you are enraptured by her stunning beauty and instantly feel lesser in her presence. Shame from your nakedness returns for the first time. “And you ordered him to carry your kill. You are most impressive, Vulfstahn, I am Lord Velka.”
“Congratulations Vulfstahn and Urr’tal, please go, rest and heal. A slave will guide you to either the medical centre or to your rooms. Tomorrow afternoon is when you will be summoned for your first lesson. Considering your achievement, we will follow your continued progress with much interest.” Lord N’we concludes the conversation, thankfully allowing you to retreat into a bed.
A slave leads you into the large marble ziggurat, while another leads Urr’tal to a polished black building, likely the medical facility. The small woman shows you to your new residence and leaves with a timid, deferential smile. You fall onto your bed as sleep steals you from the world before your head hits the pillow. Fire burns around you, women and children wail, the men lost, long dead on foreign battlefields belonging to planets far away. Strafing runs scythe through the fleeing crowd from overhead fliers, killing civilians with contemptible ease. A barbarous collection of men, blaster rifles in hand, pouring plasma bolts into the fleeing crowds. An explosion throws you off your feet, and you land face first into the sand; besides you is a half-dead woman wailing and clawing at the blaster bolt malformed her face as she expires.
Waking up covered in sweat, you walk to the shower connected to the shower to your room. Using the water, you try to wash away the repetitive nightmares that torments your sleep. Master N’we said your first lesson would be at midday, and checking the clock in your room, this day has just begun. You want to do something before your first lesson, there is so much to explore of your new home.
>The library – You have always enjoyed reading stories of heroics as a child, it allowed you to escape from the world around you, and you want to see what is within their ancient tomes.
>The armoury – Without a doubt, there will be many interesting weapons and armour that you will use and train with.
>The meditation halls – This is where you will unlock the secrets of the dark side and the power you hold within.
>The mess hall – You want to meet more of your surviving fellows. It is essential to know the others so you can find allies and weaknesses.
Personal Update:
Sorry for the later than usual update, bit ill and I went to sleep after work. More importantly, work is relocating me to London, they want me in office on the 23rd. This is a very fast turn around and is going to be very stressful. As you can understand this may cause the consistency of my scheduled updates to become erratic, so please understand that I'm not shrinking away from the quest if I dont post for a day. That being said I will try to continue to post every day.
>>6257865>>The mess hall – You want to meet more of your surviving fellows. It is essential to know the others so you can find allies and weaknesses.Our fellow acolytes will be our first challenge to overcome. Best to get a read on them before anything else.
>>6257865>The mess hallLessons teach. Downtime is for practice.
Lets practice observation and establish what mask best suits us.
And uh. did we get some new clothes?
>>6257871>And uh. did we get some new clothes?I imagine we did, but imagine how much of a power move it would be to run around butt-ass naked as a humanoid with no fur or scales.
>>6257871>And uh. did we get some new clothes?No, everyone is naked all the time. Temple rules. But yeah, each room is basically a furnished studio apartment, which includes clothing.
>>6257865>The armoury – Without a doubt, there will be many interesting weapons and armour that you will use and train with.
>>6257873>>6257876I'm not opposed, since it'd be entirely in line with something the sith would do.
"You want clothes? well I don't see you making them or stealing them so you can't want them that much."
But I don't think we draw power from shame, so not much point indulging the idea unless you want to make a power move.
Or work on Yakuza rules, strip off when the beat down starts. In dramatic fashion.
>>6257881Jokes aside, I pulling a Yakuza style disrobe to initiate combat would definitely do a lot to establish our aura. Doubly so if we actually have tattoos or scars across our body.
>>6257883hmm. But pockets and belt loops.
Combat cargo shorts, the greatest consession to practicality while retaining "I don't need armour to come out unscathed" silent boasting.
>>6257885>>6257883Everything stays on the bottom half, but we have a sick jacket/robe we dramatically throw off?
>>6257885As far as fashion goes, not a terribly big fan of cargo pants. Besides, every Force sensitive humanoid in this setting opt for wide belts to carry all their gear. This has the plus side of maintaining an hourglass figure in most cases while also framing the upper torso when one removes their top dramatically.
>>6257865>The mess hall – You want to meet more of your surviving fellows. It is essential to know the others so you can find allies and weaknesses.
>>6257887fuck yeah.
>>6257888Just a belt? I. . . eeeeeeeehh. Like a wrestling belt, maybe half a foot or so tall I can gel with. A belt like 2 inches or less just isn't durable enough.
>>6257865>The meditation halls – This is where you will unlock the secrets of the dark side and the power you hold within.It's the things that helped us kill the Shade, no?
>>6257892Surely you don't think I'm implying we go out wearing a belt and nothing else. Anyways, yeah it would be like a proper weight lifting belt (pic related) with the appropriate science fiction design details you see across the setting.
>>6257865>The library – You have always enjoyed reading stories of heroics as a child, it allowed you to escape from the world around you, and you want to see what is within their ancient tomes.Where do we work out? The library of course.
>>6257867That shitass Jedi council did this. I will never forgive them. Stay out of the bad parts of Londinistan. And wear a stab resistant shirt.
>>6257887>but we have a sick jacket/robe we dramatically throw off?Hell yeah, badass. Look at us, Galaxy. Unapologetically Sith.On the other hand, the Sith regularly have the coolest fucking armor.
>>6257892Utility belts in Star Wars are pretty baller. They're basically like toolbelts in our world. Or a duty belt like cops wear.
>>6257899I'm implying nothing. I outright state I believe you say such a thing in oblique terms as a power move against the rest of the temple.
>>6257912dramatically throw off the robe to reveal formfitting armor?
>>6257916>I outright state I believe you say such a thing in oblique terms as a power move against the rest of the templeFair, though I admittedly moved on from that joke once we started talking about dramatic disrobing. I apologize if that wasn't clear.
>>6257918But then they can't see our tattoo of a krayt dragon being eaten by a anthropomorphized black hole!
Throwing off a robe to reveal you're decked out and ready to fucking rock is pretty sick, too. I suppose it's more about the unmasking of intent that drives home the moment. No more disguises, no more deceit, just a raw indication that it's go time. Like the light turning green or the chime of the clock. Or the ignition of a lightsaber.
>>6257867Idk which Commonwealth or otherwise Anglosphere country you're moving from, but please take my advice if you're going to be forced to live in London:
>Get a dog, the bigger the better>Around blacks, never relax>Do not let any girls & women in your family walk around the city unsupervised>If you don't want to do all of those, just refuse, you can get a different job
>>6257939...Do you live in London?
>>6257933That is awesome imagery, hell yeah.
>>6257865>The meditation halls – This is where you will unlock the secrets of the dark side and the power you hold within.I suggest this, and specifically meditating on the dream Vulfstahn just had. Dreams have hidden meanings after all, and best to find 'peace' (Sith-brand, of course) after such a trial.
>And you ordered him to carry your kill. You are most impressive. I am trying to start shit, my name is Velka.This is bad, bad news. I for one do not enjoy the games they are trying to play. Vulfstahn has the beginnings of a friend, or as close as you can with Sith, in Urr'tal. It needs to be cultivated and protected, and not broken by the schemes of lesser Sith. In the next few updates I suggest we make sure Vulfstahn and Urr'tal get along, show respect for each other, etc.
>>6257865>>The mess hall – You want to meet more of your surviving fellows. It is essential to know the others so you can find allies and weaknesses.
>>6257933No, a Tattoo of a krayt dragon EATING a black hole. Have the tattoo mirrored on the armor as engravings.
>>6257939If you see a bunch of Turkish Barbershops you should probably go a different route. And yeah, if you see a bunch of people loitering you need to take a different street. Basically inner city rules.
>>6257943Sith can have friends. Even lovers and families. The crux of the issue is the bad attitudes Sith tend to have and the corrupting nature of indulging in the dark side without restraint. It's kinda like doping, right?
But yeah man fuck that chick. She's gonna be a pain in the ass. Especially since she 100% is gonna use her pheromone bullshit to cause issues, bet.
>>6257947I was thinking more along the lines of the symbolism that the black hole represents Vulfstahn dominating even the most ferocious of common knowledge creatures in the galaxy. Though a red krayt dragon crushing even a black hole in its jaws or clutching it in its claws like a traditional Eastern style dragon would hold a gem or orb of power is pretty baller, too. An indication of the beast overcoming even the most destructive force in nature. All around, badass symbolism.
>>6257865It might be a bit too late for me to sway the vote but
>The meditation halls – This is where you will unlock the secrets of the dark side and the power you hold within.I don't know why everyone is voting for the mess hall, we decided to avoid these freaks specifically so we wouldn't have to deal with the interpersonal politics of the sith! Here's hoping at least our homie Urtal is there, the pair of us can watch each other's backs.
>>6257979We avoided them for as long as we were directly vulnerable to them. Now that we're in the academy proper, we're going to be forced into close proximity with them sooner or later.
With that in mind, it isn't a terrible idea to scope them out and figure out who's going to be an asset and who's going to be an issue.
>>6257881>>6257883>>6257933>>6257947>>6257955Also, gentlemen, If I may make a suggestion, we are all focusing far too much on the upper half and the waist. The drip must extend to the legs as well. Maybe something like picrel? Sick ass Sith robes showing were as deadly with a saver as we are wiith our fashion.
>>6257987And you know what, fair enough. The true test of our cunning will be turning those issues into assets, and similarly working around any assets who would betray us. I like to picture Urtal and Vulfstahn as that classic brain and brawn duo, the scrawny smart one and the big brutish one. Him calling us an Empire builder and then vouching for our kill only solidifies his bro status.
>>6257989>Geesemaxxing for maximum freedom of movement and drip to spareGet this anon a raise.
>>6257990It's only the ignorant or the ineloquent who would call Urtal a brute. While his expertise and interests may not lie in the cloak and dagger, he has most certainly learned many valuable lessons from the life he's lived thus far.
For example, he was smart enough to let us approach before threatening us (successfully I might add), wise enough to realize he stood more to gain from working with us than eating us, and his hunches proved to be correct for the entirety of our trek through the forest leading to the Academy.
So far, he's proven to be smarter than many prospective Sith, especially his fellow candidates who died back in that forest.
>>6257989>>6257992Only if when we parry someone we shout "PREDICTABLE" before throwing them through the floor. But now I'm thinking how Vulf gets to the point of fashionamaxxing is that he'll prefer to wear big and baggy clothes to conceal his body profile and hide tools and weapons on his person and eventually that'll lead to dressing to impress because he's HIM and knows it.
>>6257990I think it's less brains and brawns and more "savage and settler" dynamic. Insofar that they're both sharp as a tack, they just embody completely different skillsets and mindsets. I'm sure if we were in THA STREETS rather than The Jungle he'd be out of his element while Vulf would be cruising just fine. But I do agree they make a fine dynamic duo. He's decent people. For now. Who knows how he'll turn out here. Though the same could be said for us too.
>>6257865>The armoury – Without a doubt, there will be many interesting weapons and armour that you will use and train with.
>>6257865>>The meditation halls – This is where you will unlock the secrets of the dark side and the power you hold within.
>>6257865>>The meditation halls – This is where you will unlock the secrets of the dark side and the power you hold within.
You know what, gonna change my vote
>>6257979 to
>The mess hall – You want to meet more of your surviving fellows. It is essential to know the others so you can find allies and weaknesses.I wanna see our bro, and we can't meditate on an empty stomach.
>>6257865>The mess hall – You want to meet more of your surviving fellows. It is essential to know the others so you can find allies and weaknesses.Eat big, get big. Also, fuck that one Sith lady for trying to put a divide between us and our big ugly homie. Uncalled for.
>>6257999>>6257992>>6257989Also down with Geesemaxxing, style wise
>>6257865>The mess hall – You want to meet more of your surviving fellows. It is essential to know the others so you can find allies and weaknesses.
>>6257865>>The meditation halls – This is where you will unlock the secrets of the dark side and the power you hold within.
You need food, and it will allow you to see many of the survivors. Knowing enough about the Sith customs, you recognise that your peers will be your greatest enemies until you graduate, and some could retain the position long after your ascension. You must utilise everything you can to take advantage of your situation and gain power; this academy will not tolerate the weak to live. It is essential to get to know your fellow students, observing the bonds that form and the weaknesses you can identify through your interactions. Additionally, you can create your own alliances to strengthen your position and utilise them for your shared goals.
Opening the wardrobe, you pick out one of the identical black robes that rest within the wooden structure. Thankfully, the dehumanising forced nudity is now over; you can have your shame again. The robes are both loose and form-fitting. They cling to your body, allowing you unfettered dexterity, while the outer layer hides the exact detail of your silhouette. Opening a palm, you outstretch your arm, using a minor current of power to lift your clock up. It floats above the table, held in place for a few seconds. A wide smile grows on your face as you marvel at this defiance of the law of gravity you were able to will into existence.
You arrive at the mess hall, there are only a few souls in the expansive hall. The day is young, and the long trek through the perilous forest will have most still sleeping heavily. Or the culling was so brutal that only this half-dozen remain. Taking a tray and a plate, you get served your food by a slave working behind the counter. She looks well enough for a slave, and no evidence of maltreatment mars her face. The food is basic, cooked in its constituent parts, and it is acceptable enough. Only one large table is populated, with six Sith acolytes sitting at it, deep in conversation.
Putting your tray of food onto the table, you drag over a chair and join them. You greet them with, “Hello, glad to see I’m not the only one to have survived.”
Being the outcast for your entire life has left scars. Without practice, your eloquence and social skills are your greatest weaknesses. But you hope this can be your new start, that you can put the past behind you and become something entirely different. The faces around the table all stare at you, measuring the new alien being that has joined their table. Unsure what to say, you take a bite of food and pretend to focus on it rather than the rest of the party. As you chew on your first mouthful, you are pleasantly surprised. The food is better than the over-recycled slop that was the only meal for the lower-class of the space station that was once your home.
“Yeah, we are the lucky few. Name is Murl.” A male human with emerald eyes and neatly styled brown hair gives you a handsome smile. “You are?”
“Vulfstahn,” You reply simply, allowing the rest to introduce themselves. Ryn Sol is a male belonging to the ugly Chagrian species, and Seyra is a female Arkanian Offshoot with skin as white as snow. The others are humans, Yira, a young woman, and the last two, Thang and Halaben, are men. After introductions, you ask, “Did you cross paths with any of the Shades?”
Halaben blurts out with an extremely proud smirk, “Yeah, me and Murl, almost got caught by a pair of Shades, luckily, we ditched them in a maze of thorns. Just too fast, you know how it is. But I tell you, I was sliced to ribbons by the thorns.”
Murl smiles, taking pride in his accomplishment. This time, Thang speaks in a profoundly uninterested cadence, “Me, Yira, and Ryn Sol were fortunate enough to avoid them entirely.”
The Arkanian recounts her story, not relishing the recollection of recent memories. “I was part of the large group; there were around fifty of us. The Shades descended on us, they butchered us. I don’t know if I am the only one that survived, but I would not be surprised.”
Murl breaks the silence created by Seyra, “What about you, Vulfstahn?”
Happy that your achievement wasn’t matched, not by anyone here, at least. You remove any smugness from your voice, leaving it deadpan and casual, “Oh, I killed one.”
“Really?” Snorts Thang, his disbelief unhidden as he shakes his head, irritated you would make up such a falsehood.
“Like fuck you did,” Murl challenges, his effortlessly cool demeanour shatters, replaced with an aggressive snarl. Seyra shoots you a scowl and returns to her food, no longer listening to your words. Yira leans back in her chair, playing the observer and enjoying the scene unfolding.
“My friend put the body in cold storage. I can show it to you after our midday lesson.” You shrug with a casualness that doesn’t show the temper growing inside. You did not expect them to be so offended by this. You guess that your success makes them feel like you are insulting the proud achievement of just surviving, or they think you are mocking them by trivialising their encounters. Truthfully, you are not entirely sure.
“Yeah, and then you can show me all the Jedi you have killed.” Halaben backs up Murl, this really hasn’t gone the way you expected it to. Looking around the table, you see that not one of them believes your words.
“You are full of shit redskin,” Murl continues his tirade and stands up, jabbing his accusing finger in your face. “No one believes your forked tongue for a second.”
“Get your finger out of my face, or I’ll put another body in the freezer.” You shoot up, standing inches away from Murl. Halaben joined the two of you on your feet, his fists clenched. Your blood boils as they confront you like this,
>First strike – It seems a brawl is a second away from starting. It is best to strike first and hard. Punch him. (roll 3 lots of d20)
>Make Murl go flying – Try to harness the Force, and throw Murl back. Teach him his place. (roll 3 lots of d20)
>Leave them to their anger – These people are scum; you won’t waste any more time on them.
>>6258312>First strike – It seems a brawl is a second away from starting. It is best to strike first and hard. Punch him. (roll 3 lots of d20)One inch death punch him in the bollocks
Rolled 17 (1d20)
>>6258312>Make Murl go flying – Try to harness the Force, and throw Murl back. Teach him his place. (roll 3 lots of d20)yeet the children
>>6258312If they're both hostile then best go for a 1 2 combo. Gut punch one and toss the other.
>>6258316We doing this like /tg/? Roll before the vote is over?
>>6258318>We doing this like /tg/? Roll before the vote is over?Why not? I get it impacts the choice slightly but eh.
Rolled 20 (1d20)
>>6258318>>6258320Okay then...
>>6258318I'm just retarded.
>>6258312>>Leave them to their anger – These people are scum; you won’t waste any more time on them.These lot are halfwits. Instead of allowing curiosity to drive them they wallow in ignorance and a shield of contempt. They are beneath us. They will be fodder, that is if their temper doesn't get them killed first.
Seyra is at least able to control her temper. She's probably more dangerous for it. Yira, Thang and Ryn we'll need to observe further.
I think it wise not to get in a fistfight with two people. Even if we can use the POWAH. Our hosts might not appreciate us killing a prospect so casually here. Or they might. But it is perhaps wiser not to find out.
>>6258312>Leave them to their anger – These people are scum; you won’t waste any more time on them.
>>6258323Well your retardation has us styling on them with that nat 20
>>6258322
>>6258312>Make Murl go flying – Try to harness the Force, and throw Murl back. Teach him his place. (roll 3 lots of d20)Fly boy.
Rolled 7 (1d20)
>>6258312>Make him go flyingDEMONSTRATE POWER
>>6258394also, we just had this conversation but we can add.
>Roll shoulders and shrug our robes down to our waist.aura farming, I belive it is called
>>6258312>Make Murl go flying – Try to harness the Force, and throw Murl back. Teach him his place. (roll 3 lots of d20)
Rolled 10 (1d20)
>>6258312>>First strike – It seems a brawl is a second away from starting. It is best to strike first and hard. Punch him. (roll 3 lots of d20)>Shrug off our robe as if for style, but then throw it in their faces.
>>6258320>>6258322See, both Bored AND Murl literally asked for it. The dark side REALLY seems to like us.
>>6258748You could even go as far as to say his actions were PREDICTABO!
>>6258748>"you didn't kill shit you scrawny ass weak ass little ass red ass bitch ass stupid ass ugly ass aint got no daddy ass smell like sulfur ass no hoes havin ass punk.">gets thrown thirty feet through the air and breaks both his legsSurprise surprise, the Dark Side really does love the REAL sith boy kek
I wonder what kind of Force abilities Vulf with have the most affinity for. I'd still pick to walk away though. Even knowing we have a 20 to back us up. WE know we could turn his ass to paste and that's enough for me. Feeling the power within us and choosing for ourselves rather than letting it overtake us. Master ourselves and all that. That 17 was probably enough and it's badass too.
>>6258837See, two ways sith can do sith things is;
Doesn't let the dark side run them, is strictly self controlled and uses the force as a tool only, usually kinda emotionless and detached.
Or you have those who let the tides of the dark side sweep at their heels. They really have a vice thst they indulge and let the negative vice explode with power that they can ride like a surfer.
I say if we can find the flaw that we exhibit then we can rode it to exceptional power.
>>6258840Well I figure most of the worst and most corrupting effects of the Dark Side will be lessened or outright countered by the fact Vulf is a genuine Sith. They're just built to enjoy that dank shit with less downsides. I just want to make it so Vulf can hold himself back in the heat of a moment. Much easier to fly under the radar and go back to your dark citadel and stir up some nefarious shit for your get back. Proper classic villainous wizard shit. We also need an orb to ponder.
Your anger bubbles under your skin within your blood. You have never been able to accept uncalled for hostility directed at you. Like predictable clockwork, the injustice of their insults and vitriol has made the fire within you blaze bright. It has led to situations where you end off the worse, but it is something you do not want to rid yourself of. After the events, if you were the one who got beaten, you would never decry that burning instinct within you. You will fight for yourself even if you lose. Otherwise, if you meekly bow to those who mock and hate you, you will kneel to others who wish to walk over your supine form.
The Force trapped inside your blood gnaws at its prison, aching to break free and be unleashed upon your enemies. You could throw your fists, but this power inside you is one you want to test and develop, and if you can harness it now on command rather than it puppeting you through instinct during times of desperation. Furthermore, brawling can lead to you getting bloody and broken; if you are successful with the Force, then they won’t touch you. Once again, the dragon within roars a deafening screech.
Listening to the power within, you swipe your hand towards Murl, unleashing a portion of the welling strength. The human that spends much of his time and care on looking his best loses all composure as he is thrown away with great force. Murl slams into tables and chairs, scattering them with the impact, letting them slam loudly as they crash to the floor. Your head swivels to Halaben, who stares confused and slack-jawed at his ally being tossed like a child’s doll. The primitive instinct that calls for more violence has you in its grasp; with your other hand, you slam down as if trying to squash a bug against the table. Halaben is smashed against the ground by a giant invisible palm.
Never have you felt more invincible and potent. Halaben gazes up at you with a concoction of hate and fear in his eyes while blood spills from his nose. But he does not move any more than that. He has accepted his defeat. Murl is different, he does not stir from the overturned table and the scattered chairs. He is alive, you think. The strength of the blow has left him unconscious. Your system is still pumping with primal energy. You walk off in triumph, feeling like the world is yours; it just doesn’t know it yet.
You walk away from the scene of the fight, was it a fight? Do fights need to be multidirectional? Beating, it was a beating. The flaming engine in your soul that fuels your world-bending strength is still there, tired but still active if needed to be called upon again. It feels so natural to you, like breathing. How could this have been hidden for so long when it is so potent. The fact that the two could not defend themselves asserts that this newfound strength is something that the other Acolytes do not possess or have not unlocked.
A mousy-haired human woman jogs from behind, slowing to a walk as she reaches you. It’s Yira. She looks at you with wide eyes of awe, before asking you, “How did you do that?”
An infectious smile born from your victory is plastered on your face, and a small facsimile is mirrored on her lips. You are happy to share, “It comes naturally, to me at least.”
“Have you been trained before? How long have you been able to use the Force?” She shoots two questions to you in an instant.
“No, and yesterday. First time I used the Force was in the forest. It was how I killed the shade. It was born from panic and self-preservation, in the mess hall, it was something I commanded.”
“Huh,” She states dumbly and gets lost in her thoughts. Only after a half-minute does she speak, “Can you teach me?”
You ponder whether it is even possible for you to teach another; this is something innate to you. It hasn’t been something you’ve been studying and training, yet, at least. And if you could give away this instinctive knowledge, do you really want to? Secrets are power here. However, if you share power with others, you help them learn that they will be reliant on you. Through their reliance, you could use them in return. Even if you decide to help others, is she someone you would want to assist? You barely know her.
“Let me think about it. I need to learn more myself before I can truly help others.”
“Oh, ok, well, if you ever change your mind, I’d really appreciate it. I don’t know how I could help you, but if you think of something, please ask.” Disappointment is plain on her face, and she doesn’t try to mask it. As Yira leaves, she pauses and turns back around to face you, wearing a wide grin. “If you’ve forgotten, the name is Yira, see you around Vulf.”
The morning has turned into midday, and you stand with thirty-three other Acolytes before the steps of the ziggurat. Lord N’we stands upon a raised platform. Behind him is the Sith Besalisk with four Lightsaber hilts hanging from his hips, matching his four arms. N’we speaks to the crowd, “Congratulations to all. You have survived what most did not. Those Shades can kill weak Sith and Jedi. Here, you will learn one thing, how to force your will upon reality. Where Jedi let the galaxy pass through their uncaring fingers as entropy consumes all they love, we say no. We reject entropy and the inevitable death of all things. We reject fate and the roles chosen for us, we carve out the world we want around us. For this, you must be strong and ruthless. If you are not, we do not want you, we want only the greatest. The ones who can achieve and succeed. Fight for your place here. Fight for our recognition. If you gain our favour, we will reward you with more of our time and consider making you our personal apprentice. Not all training will occur in this world; we are at war, and we will deploy you for the needs of the empire. War is where you will earn glory that reaches beyond this planet.”
N’we continues, “We have a few rules here. Do not let us catch you killing each other. We want to minimise deaths, unless we personally wish to deal with that finality. Do not treat the staff as your slaves; they are ours, and you will be damaging our property. The building there is for the Mothers of the Sith. If you visit it without permission, which can be earned, you will be castrated. And don’t steal from anyone else but fellow Acolytes; that will cost you a hand. This is Lord Thane; he will be your instructor for your first lesson. Once again, congratulations, and I hope to see the greatness I expect of you.”
With that, N’we leaves, allowing Lord Thane to speak to you. “I am Lord Thane, N’we chose me to be the blademaster of his academy. Grab one of these blades and pick a partner to spar with, I want to see what I am dealing with.”
Approaching the platform, you take a sword and gently run your thumb over the blade, finding it is blunted. But steel will still shatter bone, so it is far from a gentle weapon. You see Urr’tal hefting what would be to you a novelty sword, and talking to a Herglic, both large mountains of muscle that dwarf the humans around them. Looking through the crowd, you notice Murl is missing, and a slight grin appears on your face. You have to find a partner to practise with.
>Halaben – It might be fun to beat him.
>Seyra – She seemed ok, she could be interesting to spar with.
>Thang – Something about him sits ill with you.
>Ryn Sol – He was neutral during your scuffle with Murl.
Yira – She is interested in your help; you could use this opportunity to get to know her better.
>Random – You pick someone at random from the crowd.
>>6258872>>Thang – Something about him sits ill with you.
>>6258872>>Thang – Something about him sits ill with you.Part of me wants to fuck with Seyra. Because Arkanians and their half-whatsits are hilarious eugenics babies. And beating them up greatly amuses me. Because WE'RE the best eugenics baby here, dammit. But I am interested in Thang. Is he a sociopath? Does he have PTSD? Is he just a wallflower? It's a curious thing his disinterest.
>>6258872>Thang – Something about him sits ill with you.Halaben we already bloodied, he'll come to us on his own, Ryn was a lil neutral shit so he doesn't get the force pimp slap YET, and Seyra I wanna save for till we really made ourselves alpha. Thang seems like the most interesting, if not best to copy from. Maybe he already has some training? Also!
>Address Urr'tal! We didn't see him in the mess hall, where did he go? The armory?
>>6258912>alpha.Never forget that the alpha male concept was coined for chickens originally. The word just reminded me of it and I had to share. It's pretty funny.
>>6258872>ThangLet's see how he goes.
>>6258913I did not know that, but you know what the theme still fits, we're gonna be the one ruling the roost.
>>6258913See, I thought it originated from that one study on the hierarchies of wolf packs where the "alphas" later turned out to just be the oldest members of the pack.
>>6258872>Thang – Something about him sits ill with you.
>>6258918We even have the red crest, too. That being our forehead. Hell yeah.
>>6258928The first usage of it in a scientific paper was in the early 1920's by some guy named Thorleif in Sweden or Norway or something kek. But it was proliferated by David Mech's study on wolves where he used it to describe the top dog. But it was a bit of a whoopsie because the study was watching wolves in captivity where they get a bit mean and anxious which makes them prone to agression IIRC. Wolves in the wild do the whole seniority thing, yeah.
Also also, when it comes to radiation, alpha waves have the LEAST penetrating power of the contemporary waves, with gamma having the most. Very funny.
>>6258872>Thang – Something about him sits ill with you.
>>6258872>Seyra – She seemed ok, she could be interesting to spar with.
>>6258872So we can kill other students we just can't get caught doing it.
>Yira – She is interested in your help; you could use this opportunity to get to know her better.
>>6258872>Thang – Something about him sits ill with you.
>>6258872>>Thang – Something about him sits ill with you.
>>6258872>Yira – She is interested in your help; you could use this opportunity to get to know her better.
>>6258969That's always something that messed with me. Humans aren't related to wolves, we're related to apes and chimpanzees, and they DO have an alpha patriarch! The notable exception is bonobos who are super fuck happy. It's a cringy philosophy, but you have to admit there's a certain attraction to mighty conquerer philosopher king types, hence peoples gravitation toward what they perceive to be alpha archetypes, the Paul Atreides, Tyler Durdens, and Eren Jaegers. Lets try and aim for that kinda simpish adoration when WE reach the top, and have people fawning over our chad Kissai/Massasi lineage and sith knowledge.
>>6259300The alpha male thing is cringe on account of them trying to attain the image of respect while being disconnected from the context that made them respected.
The warrior/philosopher kings ascended from the Patriarchs of the tribes of men.
They are strong defenders, they are wise rulers and they came from the eldest who was meant to have his families best interests.
Defence from danger, solutions to problems, guidence from a source that you can trust to care for you.
If we don't provide anything, we will earn no adoration. But hey sith power structures aren't built around reasonable communities.
So we will just demonstrate Power, like we did in the dining room. Enshrine power as the keystone to the religion and justify our position BY RIGHT of most Powerful.
And when we do that, they will fawn over us like the simping slaves we make them just so long as we never show a weakness.
>>6259300What's triply funny is that in a healthy and normal human family unit you get the same sort of hierarchy. And in a functional society you also get the same sort of general vibe. Until the society gets too big and disconnected from itself. There is functionally little difference between a strong leader and a good father or mother. Most people who have a good dad grow up thinking he can do anything, fight the bad guys, fix the problems, find the food. What you bet little gorillas think about that big silverback? Probably not that different. I think the biggest problem arose from people taking the ideas of stoicism, twisting them to the extreme bordering on nihilism in some cases and mixing it with the idea of what a REAL (X) should be. Then you get this unhealthy fixation on being someone else instead of wanting to be an aspirational version of yourself.
Therefore we need to make them see us in the same light one might see an idealized version of a father. Stern but strong. Of course as a Sith we also get to beat our "kids" damn near into a coma and they'll think it's totally normal kek We need to be strong, and wise, and ready to guide and lead. Be it with an iron fist or a silken palm. This will inevitably not work because darksiders are chronically schizo and go crazy from drinking the dank side kool aid and joining a suicide cult for spiders or some shit. Happens every time. But it's fun to try!
>>6259324God-King Vulfstahn the last TRUE SITH when? We probably could carve out a polity if we get strong enough and run it decently if we don't get too coocoo for the cocoa puffs. The king in the shadows. He walks among us.
>>6258872>Yira – She is interested in your help; you could use this opportunity to get to know her better.We should stun the Jedi by being a sith fueled by the power of friendship. And these hands
You walk over to the quiet man, Thang. There is something about him that you feel is off; when you look into his eyes, you see something alien there. A gap exists between you, not some lack of communication but a completely different frequency. It is something uncommunicable and utterly divorced from your reality. Within you is a desire to know more about this man that unsettles you, to see if this is something you have just conjured up in your head or if there is actual substance to your conceived notions.
Jogging over to him, you ask, “Thang, how about me and you?”
“Sure,” Shrugs the human as he looks at you with narrow eyes. “What you did to Murl and Halaben was impressive. But I would have killed them; you’ve now got two enemies that hate you. But more importantly, how did you call upon such power, any advice?”
You reiterate your earlier answer to Yira, “I barely understand it myself, and I am nowhere near educated enough to help others yet.”
“Shame.” He replies simply, and his interest suddenly evaporates. “Well, I guess I need to listen very diligently to our teachers to catch up.”
“I think we all do.” You give him a smile, trying to create some sort of familiarity.
Lord Thane speaks over the crowd, “Everyone has a partner and a sword? Good. Space out and slowly begin sparring; warm up gradually. There will be those with no experience and cutthroats with too much. And remember, hurting each other is fine, but no deaths here. Throwing a body in the oven the first day makes me look bad.”
Hefting the sword, you test its weight while Thang slices at the air around him. He looks at you with those same eyes you detest, waiting for you to signal your readiness. You are one of those with no experience that Lord Thane was mentioning. With a final experimental swing, you shoot him a nod. Thang approaches you with a quick forwards step that isn’t quite a lunge. Slowly, he slices with his blade, attacking you, the lack of speed giving you time to dodge and parry. Your natural speed and agility make this new task far from impossible, but not easy. Thang’s casual assault has you fighting to control your blade, moving it in your defence.
Frustration builds as you are stuck on the defence, not allowing you to throw any offence back towards your attacker. Deciding to roll the dice, you slice your blade out at Thang in an attempt to disrupt his overwhelming rhythm. Thang saw the strike coming before you even threw it, he counters with his own attack, thrusting his blade towards your hand with pinpoint accuracy. A shout of pain bursts out as your blunted blade falls to the soft dirt. Cradling your hand, you look at it, making sure everything is still intact. A curse escapes your lips from the pain that radiates from your intact hand.
Thang wears a very pleased smile, the first one you’ve seen on his mouth, “I guess you aren’t the best at everything.”
“You’ve got experience.” You state rather than question.
“I barely understand it myself.” Thang mirrors your earlier words, “Grab your sword and let us continue, I’m doing you the courtesy of going easy, don’t let this end so early.”
Picking up your sword, you heft it again in a defensive posture. As you circle, trying to take yourself off his centreline. The squat human darts out with speed you match, but his skill eclipses you like a moon does a tiger-ant. Another strike connects, this time against your thigh. The flurry continues, and he scores two more strikes in rapid succession on your arm and chest. You stumble back as pain shoots through your system. Anger grows all the stronger once you see Thang’s self-confident smirk. He is enjoying this way too much.
Charging into Thang, all you desire is to inflict upon him what he has so very effortlessly been visiting upon you. It does not come. You get hit again and again, failing to strike him even once. It is humiliating. Your frustration blossoms into anger, and Thang does nothing to abate it, spurring it on with his proud smirk. Knocked to your feet, you gaze up at the human looking down at you. Hidden within your robe, dark bruises swell from the blunted steel hacking at your flesh.
“I thought you would be better, Vulfstahn. Disappointing, really.” Thang stretches, enunciating to the world just how far beneath him you are. “I’m not some cretin like Murl, I am the real thing. I was born to be a Sith, my parents raised me for this, you are just some alien that got lucky.”
Your anger peaks. You can’t stand to see that smug smile on his face for a second longer. The Force within you sings, and it has grown with potency, matching your rage. Gathering the power into your hand, you prepare to throw it at the haughty human. If you can’t knock him from his pedestal with the blade, then you will do it with the Force. Before you have a chance to explode your strength out at Thang, a chopping fist strikes your head, breaking your concentrated power as you slump to the floor from the violent strike.
Looking up, you see your instructor, Lord Thane, scowling at you. “Blades only, I will tell you when to use the Force. You don’t use it a second before I command you to.”
You glare back at your teacher with hateful eyes, saying the only thing you can in this situation, “Of course, master.”
Looking around, there are a few eyes on you, but most are focused on Urr’tal and the Herglic that are stealing the show. The two massive creatures attacking each other with such force that it couldn’t help but enrapture the crowd. Bone-smashing punches are thrown, and decapitating slices strike out. It is a whirlwind of sheer power that is far beyond humanity’s grasp. Thane’s eyes shift from you to the scene, like the rest of the onlookers enjoying the show.
Not looking at you, Thane informs you, “For you this lesson is over. Don’t let me catch you doing that again. Go to the med-centre, or somewhere else, I don’t care, you are done for the day.”
You limp to your feet with your pride battered and your ego left on the floor. Thang’s grin disappears, and he goes back to his resting neutral face and doesn’t spare you a second glance.
>Heal your bruises – Your pride will take longer to heal than your bruises, but you worry from a familiar pain that your finger is broken.
>Stew in your anger – All your violent emotions seem to fuel the power within, listen to it and feed this furnace.
>Opening closed doors – Go back to the dormitory and break into Thang’s room.
>>6259393>Heal your bruises – Your pride will take longer to heal than your bruises, but you worry from a familiar pain that your finger is broken.Maybe they'll be able to see that our hand healed wrong at some point and offer a surgical solution. You need dexterity of the wrist and fingers for fine swordplay after all.
>>6259393>Heal your bruises – Your pride will take longer to heal than your bruises, but you worry from a familiar pain that your finger is broken.Best to channel that frustration than to stew in it. Yes it's powerful but it makes one lose control so not only will you lose yourself but someone like can Thane can exploit it like a weakness.
>>6259393Hmm, a psychopath or a sadist.
I oppose killing him for now, just as a point. He will serve as a good reminder to keep working hard to improve, as well as a bench stone to track improvement.
>Heal your bruises>Get a full check up of our form if we canlets get a checklist of what's broken and how to fix it.
>>6259393>>Heal your bruises – Your pride will take longer to heal than your bruises, but you worry from a familiar pain that your finger is broken.Prudence is a well-healed injury.
>groomed to be a killing machine>can't use the forceYeah, you sure were raised to be a Sith, bro. Fucking clown. We'll show him. "Lucky". Prick. We didn't even have parents to raise us.
>>6259393>Heal your bruises – Your pride will take longer to heal than your bruises, but you worry from a familiar pain that your finger is broken.Today a finger. Tomorrow a hand! And soon, a HEART! FORCE HEALING THROUGH SHEER DARK SIDE ENERGY, FUELED BY THE ANGER OF THE NOW AND THE JOY WE SHALL FEEL WHEN WE CHOKE THE LIFE OUT OF HIM!
As an aside, however, we should def be plotting the death of Thang, or at least sabotage him. Wouldn't it be baller if we kept an eye on those dicks Murl and Halaben, and used THEIR plans of assassination against Thang, fooling them into thinking HE is US somehow? Sorcery to disguise him as us or something maybe...
>>6259456>Schizo Sith SorceryBased, Kino, & Completely Impractical
>Heal your bruises>First, through your rage & the elation of visualizing his utter defeat, torture, & death>Then, by following up at the med-centre
>>6259456Thang will surely die, but not before we take everything we can from him first. I do like the idea of manipulating Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum into assassinating him first though. They shall surely fail, but not before providing very useful info about Thang himself in their attempt.
>>6259456Now it isn't a crime to want to focus on sorcery but it is a crime to be inept.
Don't neglect our body and sword skills on favour of pure force power.
>>6259463What, rip a chunk off of one of Thang's robe's sleeves and drape it over a piece of obstructive furniture in one of their rooms? Those big robes do be catching on so many things, right? I'm sure they'll look for the person with a torn robe. Surely looney tunes ass plans will work on Dee and Dum
>>6259470>laughs in using the force to make sabers dance for usTrue though. Eventually you are going to have to just stab someone to death. It's why you should practice your boxing and wrestling even if you go to the shooting range regularly. Gotta stay on top of all of your fundamentals lest someone exploit it.
>>6259393>Heal your bruises – Your pride will take longer to heal than your bruises, but you worry from a familiar pain that your finger is broken.
>>6259393>>Heal your bruises – Your pride will take longer to heal than your bruises, but you worry from a familiar pain that your finger is broken.
>>6259480The problem with that is that Thang has no beef with them at this moment in time. Without a motive, that false evidence would easily be traced back to us as the only people who would have a reason to take a shot at Thang in the first place.
It COULD work, but the rough timeline of events would have to be as follows;
>Thang draws the ire of a third party somehow (maybe would could get Murl or Halaben to get spanked like we just did during sparring)>Third party attempts to get back at Thang (successfully or otherwise, doesn't matter)>Vulf trashes the third party's dorm and plants the the false evidence of Thang's involvement>things come to a head between Thang and the Third party as we observe unseen
>>6259507Yeah I didn't mean right this second with no prior altercation that would be silly. Yeah yeah yeah we're definitely gonna have to watch the two idiots and see how things play out. And seeing how Thang was acting he's definitely going to piss people off, especially Halabama since he has his ego problem. I must reiterate how much I want to hurt Thang. Vulf was honest and earnest with him and that smarmy fucknugget acts like hot shit when HE was naked in the fucking woods just like us. He's in the same boat as us whether he accepts it or not. He just doesn't have our stunning good looks. Or blessed talent.
Also just had a thought for RED team. Vulfstahn, a Togruta, a Falleen and a Devaronian. Red and bony. Zeltron replacement for Falleen is valid. But either of them with their shitty pheromones is annoying. Maybe replace them with a particularly ruddy Ugnaught or Jenet. A Jenet especially would be hilarious. A constantly shittalking ratman that doesn't even mean anything by it? Hell yeah.
>>6259393>Heal your bruises – Your pride will take longer to heal than your bruises, but you worry from a familiar pain that your finger is broken.
>>6259456>>6259507We should for sure keep an eye out for the opportunity.
>>6259393>Stew in your anger – All your violent emotions seem to fuel the power within, listen to it and feed this furnace.Go full lone wolf school shooter edgyboi.
>>6259393>Heal your bruises – Your pride will take longer to heal than your bruises, but you worry from a familiar pain that your finger is broken.Time to use all that anger to gain an useful skill.
>>6259526+1 to Red Team but I draw the line at any non-hostile interactions with Falleen, who are also green.
I guess I didnt make it clear, healing meant go medical centre suggested by Thane. The power to heal yourself with the Force, especially as a Sith is high level. I guess I can go with it if that's what people thought it was and wanted. Could be an interesting pathway
>>6259967We could have Vulf trying to reset his own broken finger with the Force. Just shove the thing back into regular alignment even if it doesn't heal. Maybe get lucky and have an actual glimpse that you can use the Force for things other than swatting flies and crushing bugs.
I did not interpret it this way though kek. But I can respect the hustle from the other anons. Noses to grindstones at all times. Powerlevel that power level.
>>6259967I thought it was a combination of both, either way, I still stand for it.
>>6259393>Stew in your anger – All your violent emotions seem to fuel the power within, listen to it and feed this furnace.
The utter dismissal of Thane, the arrogance of Thang, and your failure have you wanting to do nothing more than pick up your sword and slowly bury the blade in the closest two men. And if that doesn’t fully satisfy you, then maybe you can do the same to the onlookers who found mirth in the show. Like a defeated animal, you retreat away from the victors as you go to tend yourself. As you walk away, you decide that your finger is indeed broken; you prove it to yourself when you try to straighten it. The attempt causes pain to explode in your finger, and you stop the probing test as soon as you started.
Having a broken bone, even if far from serious, is something that will get in the way of your learning. It needs to be healed so you can continue, and you’ve already got one finger set in a slightly wrong position. You don’t want to add to it. Walking to the medical centre, you seethe as you relive the experience again and again as you cradle the hand of the broken finger. Unlike the old marble ziggurat, the medical building is one of the black steel and glass shards that pierce out of the ground.
Someone, you assume to be a doctor, smiles at you as you enter. The entire ward is as clean as anything you’ve seen before and devoid of patients. You guess Murl is in his room, resting there. The thought of Murl brings you slight joy in your cloud of rage. The doctor asks you what the issue is and takes you to an empty bay. A device chimes with a message, and the doctor apologises, claiming he will send someone who is even more skilled than he is. You huff at the words, but you don’t really care. In reality, you are just mildly irritated about the inconvenience; your mind is still on Thang.
Something inside you whispers. It is the dragon with its furnace-heart, but this time it doesn’t scream or rages. Instead, the serpent coils and slithers, waiting for you. It is waiting for you to do something. Unable to decipher its meaning, you call upon your strength, allowing the Force to run free. Your finger shoots with agony, and you writhe upon the bed that was your seat, screams echo from your mouth as the pain eclipses the initial injury. After what feels like an eternity, the pain subsides as beads of sweat roll from your forehead. Looking back at your finger, the cause of such agony —the swelling that had expanded the digit has subsided. With a cautious flex of the finger, it works, and none of the pain that was previously there remains. Through the Force, you have healed your finger.
You sit, looking at your digit in disbelief at what has just taken place, you are consumed with your thoughts. Calling the Force is so natural for you, and it has tricks you would have never thought of. While you ponder the Force healing of your finger, you do not notice two figures entering the room. One a Gand and a Twi'lek. Only do you notice them when the small Sith Lord startles you with words, “First you send a fellow Acolyte here, and then you too come here for healing. I do not think you will earn the love of the medical staff.”
Shooting to your feet in attention, your words coming faster than your mind can process. “Sorry Lord…”
“Hmmm, I guess we’ve not been introduced yet, I am Lord Tyus, Keeper of Artifacts and Lord of Scrolls. My Twi’lek companion is called Hela, she is my apprentice.” He nods towards the pretty, blood-coloured Twi’lek standing a step behind him. “I have learnt your name, young Acolyte Vulfstahn. Now tell me about yourself while I take a look at your finger.”
“I think it has healed.” You reply sheepishly, trying to bury the smile coming to your lips.
“You are telling me that your bones have healed in the last five minutes you’ve been here? Is this normal for your species? Anything else about you that I might find interesting?” Tyus questions you with complete interest.
“No, I think it was the Force. I don’t even know what species I am. Oh, I have nightmares, every time I fall asleep, they haunt me.”
“Were your parents like you?” The Gand turns to Hela, “Hela, please take a small blood sample.”
Hela puts a cool hand on you and shoots you a disarming smile as you answer as the needle pierces your skin, “Um, no, I never met them, I was dumped at an orphanage.”
The device taking your blood bleeps, and the Gand snatches it from his apprentice, “Hmm, you are an extinct hybrid dumped in an orphanage at birth. Someone went to the hard work of bringing your dead species back to life and dumped them in front of a workhouse… Anyway, Vulfstahn, you are a Sith, well, a Human-Sith hybrid, like the decedents of the Dark Jedi and the Ancient Sith. You wouldn’t know them, but you are akin with Sadow or Kressh. And you are the first recorded Sith in over five thousand years. Not to forget, you healed your finger with the Force, not even a day in training what most never learn. Whatever your future is, it will be interesting.”
Hela speaks to her master, “Should I take more tests? I think we should try to find out as much about him as possible.”
“Yes, he is like a treasure trove, give him every scan and test. I want to know everything.” Tyus answers her as if you are something inanimate to study.
>Let them study – Let them study you in full, they might find answers about yourself for questions you’ve never asked.
>Hand to themselves – Giving so much genetic and health information is always avoided by the average peoples of the galaxy, and your genetic information is worth so much more than the plebs.
Hela speaks to her master, “Should I take more tests? I think we should try to find out as much about him as possible.”
“Yes, he is like a treasure trove, give him every scan and test. I want to know everything.” Tyus answers her as if you are something inanimate to study.
>Let them study – Let them study you in full, they might find answers for questions you’ve never asked about yourself.
>Hands to themselves – Giving so much genetic and health information is always avoided by the average peoples of the galaxy, and your genetic information is worth so much more than the plebs. They are finished.
>>6260048>Let them study – Let them study you in full, they might find answers about yourself for questions you’ve never asked.I see this as a worthy trade, letting them probe and prod in exchange for learning more about ourselves.
>>6260054>Let them study – Let them study you in full, they might find answers for questions you’ve never asked about yourself.
>>6260054>Let them study>Ask them for questions by which to improve as they work, this is as safe a trade as we can make
>>6260054>>Let them study – Let them study you in full, they might find answers for questions you’ve never asked about yourself.
>>6260054>>Let them study – Let them study you in full, they might find answers for questions you’ve never asked about yourself.What they learn we might learn as well. So long as we ask the right questions. It would also help to get the measure of these two. Insight to their temperament. If asking questions irritates them or amuses them. Is this Sith librarian more like a scholar or professor? Something to be seen. Also pretty sure if he wants those tests done, he will have them done. One way or another.
>>6260054>Let them study – Let them study you in full, they might find answers for questions you’ve never asked about yourself.I have a bad feeling about this...but eh, fuck it
>Moar tests
>Ask how long Hela has been his apprentice
>Ask what physical advantages you should have over ordinary Humans
>Offer to come back for more testing in return for access to collections & lessons kept from the other aspirants & acolytes
>>6260060>>6260064>>6260068>>6260073>>6260074>>6260127Y'all are just gonna LET a SITH SORCERER get a sample of OUR BLOOD? Are you INSANE?! The dude is clearly fuckin MANIC.
>>6260158THIS guy's the only one thinking rationally, backing this HARD.
>>6260165>hela literally just took a blood sample and tyrus just read it off this very update>y'all really wanna give him blood?My guy. My dude. My brother. Kek. Anyway, to address your concerns, he's going to run tests on us, he's our superior and he's a sith on top of it. I'm sure if he wanted to he could have us chained down in here and the other masters looking for prospects would probably only complain and tell him to do his bullshit fast.
I don't mind trying to strongarm the good doctorbookman into lessons, but as Vulf has zero cards outside of piqued curiosity I wouldn't expect anything to come of it.
>>6260165You will note several of us asked to get lessons or knowledge out of the trade.
But again, He is a Sith, he is the master of the dark side.
We are a gifted and promising neophyte.
The stronger dog fucks the bitches and trying to bite is only going to get us beaten bloody then raped harder.
>>6260054>>Let them study – Let them study you in full, they might find answers for questions you’ve never asked about yourself.
>>6260054>Let them studythey're going to do it anyway but try to get some advantage out of it
>snatches it from his apprenticeI'd suggest getting the advantage from the apprentice (they're more likely to want to make time for us and give us knowledge in return, and it will sow discord between the master and apprentice)
>>6260302I trust her even less. At least he's out about how he wants to vivisect us. Just cause she has better bedside manner doesn't make her any less of a freak than he is. She also has a LOT to lose from going behind her master's back. It's an angle, sure, but I don't know how exploitable it is at the moment. We don't know either of them well enough to make that kind of judgement.
>>6260054>>Let them study – Let them study you in full, they might find answers for questions you’ve never asked about yourself.For a price, of course.
>>6260054>Hands to themselves – Giving so much genetic and health information is always avoided by the average peoples of the galaxy, and your genetic information is worth so much more than the plebs. They are finished.It's not gonna win, but I'm curious to know how they'd react if we tell them no. Will they respect it (lmao)? Or would they try to coax us? Almost feels like they'll try something sneaky.
>>6260054>Let them study – Let them study you in full, they might find answers for questions you’ve never asked about yourself.
>>6260302I like the way you think. +1.
>>6260054
>>6260165Let him have fun
>>6260054>>Hands to themselves – Giving so much genetic and health information is always avoided by the average peoples of the galaxy, and your genetic information is worth so much more than the plebs. They are finished.
Very unlikely I'm going to do a post today as I'm flying to England tomorrow and going to do a final touches on the cleaning of the place I will be leaving.
>>6260670Word. Stay safe, man. Keep your plushies in the carry on. I'll pour one out for the old crib.
>>6260670Safe travels, QM. Than you for the heads up!
>>6260670Get a pint for me while you're there
Whilst travelling I've been thinking what if instead of just Sith Empire Vs Republic, there were two neutral nations two the north and south. The Sith having most of the Slice and Hydian Way.
>>6261414Neo-Mandalorian Polity when? I'd be down for some "less grand" action. Even if it isn't the gigantic supernation that is the Republic, any Stellar Conflict would involved hundreds of worlds and countless belligerents. And depending on how the wind blows, who knows, maybe some day it will evolve to be a conflict with the wider Galaxy. Or perhaps some strange thing further beyond.
The Tion Hegemony, Hutt Space, & a rival/splinter of the republic lead by Alsakan all make sense & have historical basis in the lore, as do the Mandos & Bothans, though the latter would be ruling their neighbors through soft-power & subterfuge.
>>6261425>any Stellar Conflict would involved hundreds of worlds and countless belligerentsYeah, we don't have a grand Singularity, instead we could play the Strings in the Shadows. Its up to whatever you'd prefer.
You consider recoiling from his diagnostic, but you are happy to trade what information Lord Tyus can glean from his tests. If he can help you understand more about your obfuscated origin. It is clear from his words that you were someone’s project and not a rare mutation of some hidden gene that manged to survive many centuries dormant in your ancestors. The question naturally follows if you are part of someone scheme, when will they reveal themselves to try to exploit you. Or does their plan require leaving you to what comes naturally, and their goals would be achieved without ever one revealing themselves to you.
“You can continue, but-” You begin, about to offer some stipulation for the data created from your genetic code.
“I CAN continue? That is very kind of you Vulfstahn. I appreciate your permission.” The Gand replies, his insectoid eyes on his reader refusing to even bother to spare you a glare. “You will come as I command, and you will let me study you to my heart’s desire. Do not forgot your position.”
This academy is for the strong and you will be strong, yes you bow to him but that doesn’t mean he owns you. Firming your voice, you start again, “Master Tyus, I will work with you to help us both understand my situation and the blood in my veins. But for this obedience, I expect to be rewarded.”
“Fine, fine, make it something easy and without hassle.” Tyus waves you away focusing on the readings he is taking from you rather than your words.
You didn’t come up with a demand yet, it is something you didn’t get up to. Hela looks at you expectantly wait for your next words with interest. Private lessons could be helpful, but then what would these lessons cover? You could also ask for a favour, something you won’t cash in now. Or you could ask for access to some of the restricted books that could help you develop leaps and bounds beyond the rest of your classmates. Struggling to make a decision, you tell him, “Give me a minute to think and I will get back to you. How long have you been Master and Apprentice?”
After an elongated silence is left by Lord Tyus, Hela replies, “I have been Lord Tyus’ apprentice for three years, before that I was in your position. I help my Master researching within the archives and retrieving artifacts that could be of use.”
“What was being an Acolyte for you?” You clumsily try to make conversation, unused to talking to women due to your freakish appearance that repulsed the humans you lived around.
“It was very hard, but with my lessons I felt myself grow towards becoming something so much more than what I once was. And I appreciate the trails which brought me hardship. Instead of living a soft life seeking only comfort, I live.” She gives you what you think is an honest smile.
Deciding you have an answer for Tyus, you speak, “For my acceptance of your tests and scans I want you to tutor me.”
“No, I have one apprentice, and she is enough for me. I can teach you one thing and that’s a fair payment, anything more is too much of my time. If you want a long-term private teacher, Hela can waste her time with it.”
>Teach me – Ask Tyus to teach you something in particular [Write-in].
>Hela’s Student – Hela can rely her lessons to you that she receives from Tyus.
>A favour – A favour you will only cash in on when the time is right.
>Write-in
Short update because its late and ive been travelling all day, also I cant be bothered to error check that update due to the time.
>>6261602>Helas studentBiggest return for our investment.
Does align us, Politically, but that is also an early advantage the rest can't claim.
Disadvantages us later when the Darths seek their proper apprentices.
But I think we can use this.
>>6261602>"I want to learn how to command this "Force" with precision and swiftness, not just the unfocused strength I've been able to conjure thus far."We can polish our swordplay under Thane in the future. For now, let's see if we can't refine our natural telekinesis and get some use out of it beyond throwing mooks around.
>>6261602>You clumsily try to make conversation, unused to talking to women due to your freakish appearance that repulsed the humans you lived around.Holy shit, he’s literally me.
>A favour – A favour you will only cash in on when the time is right.This is more flexible and versatile.
>>6261602>>Hela’s Student – Hela can rely her lessons to you that she receives from Tyus.best bang for buck I presume, though she may be helpless.
>“I CAN continue? That is very kind of you Vulfstahn. I appreciate your permission.” The Gand replies, his insectoid eyes on his reader refusing to even bother to spare you a glare. “You will come as I command, and you will let me study you to my heart’s desire. Do not forgot your position.”Damn this Sith is very nice, given that there are plenty others who would kill or punish Vulfstahn for such presumption.
>>6261602>>Write-in>"You will keep my secrets. -Any- secrets I share with you. Even from the other masters."It IS a small thing. But it also assures we can come to him for advice if we find any fucky wuckies or learn anything wacky. I don't trust anything we ask of this guy or his apprentice. Sith shenanigans. Naturally shifty bastards. Yet everything hinges on trust in a way. That we aren't being misled or manipulated. Which we definitely will be. But still.
>>6261534Is that a reference to that series of far-future Star Wartz Qsts? Would love to see those run again.
>>6261602>A favour – A favour you will only cash in on when the time is right.having a dark Lord owe us a favor, especially one ranked in such a important place, is a super valuable thing to have in our back pocket for a later date.
>>6261602>Hela’s Student – Hela can rely her lessons to you that she receives from Tyus.
>>6261602>A favour – A favour you will only cash in on when the time is right.Honestly, seems like the right thing to do, to keep it in reserves for when things get dire.
>>6261703Yeah, shame it ended in the way it did.
>>6261602>Hela’s Student – Hela can rely her lessons to you that she receives from Tyus.
>>6261931I also miss knights of the old republic
“That sounds good. If Hela could teach me, that is.” You look to Hela and think about asking her if it is acceptable to her, but it’s too soft and un-Sith-like. It could make you look even worse in both their eyes.
“Excellent, it sounds like we have a deal.” Lord Tyus concludes, happy with the lack of difficulty this will impart on him.
“And-” You are about to demand that he uses the information respectfully and doesn’t use it to compromise you.
The Gand cuts you off with a sharp interruption and a voice far too deep for his small frame. “No, I need to take this back to my laboratory. I won’t waste any more of my time talking to you. Hela, he’s yours.”
Scurrying out of the room, Lord Tyus leaves you standing across from Hela, who is scowling at her fleeing master. She turns to you, her face showing just how happy she is with the deal she was forced into, the one that brings her no gain. Her cloak is one of pure white, and the hood that hangs loosely is a vibrant red. Her bright blue eyes scan you up and down, measuring the ball chained to her leg. With a shake of her head that bounces her lekku, she lets out an exasperated sigh. Despite her irritation, or even because of it, you do not know, she is a perfect display of the Twi’lek’s natural beauty that has won the heart of the galaxy.
You give her a dumb half-smile, unsure how to placate her or if you even should. Then she speaks, “So instead of wasting my master’s time, you are wasting mine. Excellent. I gain nothing from this, but time down the drain.”
“Maybe not, this makes me reliant on you. If you are to teach me and increase my knowledge and skill, I have a vested interest in your safety and growth.” You reply, trying to come up with a reason why she shouldn’t either discard you like some uneaten leftovers or train you incorrectly as her own punishment.
She pouts, not accepting your words despite the logic. “What could you do to help me?”
“I am outside your circles, and if we hide our training, then people don’t know about our connection. Having a hidden ally is always a good thing.”
Searching for a new rebuttal, Hela finally arrives with one after a pause, “And what if you aren’t strong enough to help me? You haven’t been studying the dark side for more than a week.”
“Then train me to become as strong as possible. If I’m a blunted blade, sharpen me. Although my control of the Force is minimal, the power I possess seems to surpass that of my fellow students. Furthermore, I am one of the people this entire order is named after, maybe the very last. I am far from without value.”
“I guess that is true,” Hela relents after running a hand over a lekku. The young Twi’lek woman sees the truth you speak but is still upset about being handed her own apprentice without a say in the matter. “Okay, if we are doing this, I will not accept you second-guessing me or undermining me. You will work hard to be your best; I will not waste my time further if you treat this opportunity with disrespect. Finally, as my apprentice, you are mine. You will do whatever I say. That is my privilege as your master and your price to be my student.”
“That sounds fair,” You accede to her demands and reach out with a hand, as if the shake will make the agreement binding. Her hand meets yours, and the pact is completed.
“Every morning before your lessons, you will meet me in Tyus’ private hall. There are rooms we can train without others witnessing.” Hela concludes the conversation and begins to leave, finishing with a final, “Don’t be late.”
Later, you are in the mess hall, stuffing your face with some kind of pan-cooked fish. Something that was a rarity on the space station that was once your home, this was due to the remoteness of the wandering hulk of metal strip-mining asteroids. You enjoy it, eating every bite it slowly to ensure you imprint the taste onto your tongue. Across from you is no longer the beautiful red-skinned Twi’lek but a giant beast of fur, muscle and tusk. Urr’tals tray is five times the size of yours, with food stacked to a height that would dwarf a house. The knife he wields could be carried as a sword by a human.
Between a mouthful, you ask, “How much food do you need?”
“When you are closer to a ton than half one, you need as much as you can get your hands on.” Urr’tal scoops an entire plate’s worth of food into his massive ivory-tusked jaw. “What happened with Thang? I heard you went to the medical centre.”
“He is a child of a Sith, had too much training and broke my finger. I will surpass him in time.” You promise your Whiphid ally, not telling him about your following meeting with Tyus and Hela. You don’t need to share that with him. “How did you get on with that Herglic? I saw everyone was enraptured with the show.”
“Noor’toll was powerful, but I was stronger, and faster. I am also more practised than he when it comes to the art of killing, even if he disputes that.” Going back to his food, Urr’tal consumes another dish. “I see Murl does not like you. He’s been looking at you with hateful eyes since we sat down. I heard you humbled him before the day even started.”
“Yes, Murl and Halaben, the dark side seems to have figured me as a friend and allowed me to best them.” You answer, shooting a quick glance towards Murl’s direction and do indeed see him and his lackey glaring at you.
“With the way they watch you, you would think they are smitten.” Chortles the Whiphid. “Are you planning to do anything about it? Or Thang?”
>Focus on growth – Murl and Thang are irritants, your goal is to focus on grow. Now is not the time [Timeskip]
>Pre-emptive revenge – You decide to target [Write-in]
If you pick timeskip, I can do a scene with you interacting with someone if you desire, if not we can continue.
>>6262095>Focus on growth – Murl and Thang are irritants, your goal is to focus on grow. Now is not the time [Timeskip]If any of our lessers try us, we will humbke them again, cripple them, expose them to the masters' wrath for breaking the rules. We have avenged our honor already.
As for Thang... We will come for him in time, once we are trained to be his equal, or hopefully better, by Hela.
>>6262095>>Focus on growth – Murl and Thang are irritants, your goal is to focus on grow. Now is not the time [Timeskip]Nah fuck em. We have bigger rats to grill. Like ourself and getting stronger.
Urr'tal is pretty chill. Got that outdoorsman's mindset. An exemplar of his people. Maybe if the Herglic was wet he'd have had a better chance of contesting the fuzzy unit.
>>6262095>>Focus on growth – Murl and Thang are irritants, your goal is to focus on grow. Now is not the time [Timeskip]
>>6262095>GrowthNo point snuffing out motivation, my whippid fri- Ally.
>>6262095>Focus on growth – Murl and Thang are irritants, your goal is to focus on grow. Now is not the time [Timeskip]
>>6262095>Focus on growth – Murl and Thang are irritants, your goal is to focus on grow. Now is not the time [Timeskip]they can eat the entirety of our plump red ass
>>6262095>Focus on growth – Murl and Thang are irritants, your goal is to focus on grow. Now is not the time [Timeskip]
>>6262095>Focus on growth – Murl and Thang are irritants, your goal is to focus on grow. Now is not the time [Timeskip]
>>6262095>Focus on growth – Murl and Thang are irritants, your goal is to focus on grow. Now is not the time [Timeskip]Their injured pride is our concern only in that they will eventually try and kill us. By the time they even attempt to do so, we will be so far above them that any attempt they make will be laughably pathetic.
Whilst I'm finding a place to rent I'm living with my uncle, he asked if I watch to watch a film with him then watch UFC Baku. So I'm probably not going to have the time to do an update this evening.
>>6262705Aw shit I think the prelims are going on right now actually. Have a good time with your uncle man, we'll be here. My money's on Rountree btw.
>>6262709They are. Glad Hamdy lost after robbing his last opponent. Nice both Usman brothers have a win in such short time. The only fights I really want to see live is Blaydes, Fizisev and Hill. The rest I don't mind missing. Unsure about Khalil winning, his best win is Pigheart and has been beaten by many other guys.
>>6262721That elbow was fucking surgical, damn.
>>6262709I think me talking about the card earlier might have manifested some extremely boring bullshit and I would like to apologize for that.
Rountree still won via back-pedaling and calf kicks, which I wish I would have put actual money on.
>>6262918Pretty sure Bumlaydes lost rounds 2,3 against RVK, but he got the robbery win imo. Hill Vs Roundtree was boring as fuck, Hill was awfully flat footed and Roundtree isn't technical and wasn't taking advantage nor did he have Jiris power to get him out of there. But I'm happy Jones has fucked off and Aspinall is now undisputed HW champ.
>>6262942Oh wow I just saw the news. What an old pussy, may he rest in piss.
Today has shown you and the rest of the academy that your future has much promise if you reach out to snatch it. Which is something you fully intend to do. As the days pass into months, your sense of belonging, something once utterly alien to you, grows. You aren’t some freakish-looking runt, but a someone in your fellows’ eye to be respected and cautioned. In classes, you find success, but only to a lesser degree in your bladework classes. While you are only one of the better students, there are those that surpass you. During your early morning sessions with Hela, she focuses on improving your swordsmanship as it is where she can help you improve the most.
In your tutelage of the Force, you clearly surpass the rest of your peers by a significant margin. Your fine control is lacking, but the sheer power you can conjure is overwhelming compared to the other Acolytes. Lord Velka, who teaches the class, always spares you the bulk of her attention; her eyes lit up when you first displayed your power. Each lesson, she watches you with deep interest as you wield your powers to measure the extent of your strength. It does feed your ego, but you make sure not to be boastful. You don’t want to create new enemies unnecessarily; there will be enough during your time here.
Thang stands out from your classmates, he excels at everything. The only person who steals his spotlight is you during your practice of the Force. Every lesson, he works hungrily to grow ever stronger with a demented fervour. You try to avoid the man as much as possible; creating an avoidable conflict with the academy’s number one student is one way to find your fortune reversed. Murl and Halaben have stayed clear of you, but their eyes shoot the daggers they wish to plunge into your flesh. In secret, you test your ability to heal yourself, trying to avoid sharing the knowledge of your unique skill with anyone. You impart bruises upon your flesh to heal; for now, you avoid rebreaking your bones, not wanting to reexperience the pain of the healing process. The ability only allows you to slowly heal the most minor of wounds; there is no significant growth in its extent.
During your free time, you’ve been spending as much as possible with Urr’tal. It’s a strange companionship; there’s a base level of distrust directed at all your coterie, but towards him, it has slightly mellowed. There is a level of respect between the two of you that suppresses the distrust; it is like you, the pair of you, do not want to rock the unsteady boat you both find yourself on. Because if the boat becomes unstable, who knows which will drown. You have taken your trophy from the Shade. Under Urr’tal’s tutelage, you skinned the beast and tanned its hide. On your shoulders sits a patchwork cloak of utter night bound with thread of pure white.
Lord Yvalok, the Master of Answers, has summoned you. His interactions with your cohort have been rare. He oversees intelligence and interrogations. Yvalok’s lair is in the deepest part of the ziggurat, buried under the dirt. As you walk down the steps to find the Sith Lord, the air becomes thinner and colder, and the chill sneaks in between the gaps of your robes, licking you with its icy tongue. You refuse to shiver, you will be a strong bulwark that does not show any weakness. Flickering flames semi-illuminate the dark corridors, leaving shadows always at the corner of your view.
Two eyes birth from the shadow, followed by a face and the midnight robe that seems to be sewn into the darkness. The human Sith speaks, “Vulfstahn, glad you are here; please come with me. There is something I wish to discuss with you.”
Walking behind him, you enter deeper into his prison. Yvalok sits you down in a grubby room with an assortment of torture instruments locked into the wall. Silken words spill from his mouth and tickle your brain. “Sith need passion, we need hatred to fuel our powers. What do you keep locked within your mind that rips at you?”
The words come to you easily, “I hate being alone. I hate being an outcast, a freak. Before joining this academy, I was the butt of every joke, the one everyone blamed for everything. I thought my parents abandoned me because they, too, thought I was a monster.”
“And what do you desire?”
“I want money, I want power, I want respect.” You pause, and your mind swims deeper into the clouds, drunk from the worm invading your mind. “I want friends, I want love, I want a family.”
Yvalok rubs his chin as he thinks, “Have you ever killed another person?”
“No.”
“Your well of passion is not enough then. You need to look into a mirror and know you are a Sith in your heart of hearts. You need to see a Sith staring back. I do not think you do, I think your current trajectory down this path is simply due to convenience. You need to do something that binds your fate to the Sith.” Yvalok speaks, and the headiness that has you intoxicated disappears, leaving you clear and cognisant.
You scowl at the Lord that invaded your mind, but you do not beat him with a litany of vile insults. Yvalok’s punishments for uppity students are known to exceed all other staff and are things you will desperately avoid. “What do you mean?”
“A Sith is truly alone in this galaxy, each is an island, working for a shared cause, but alone. You need to become an island, you need to reject your dreams of living an unremarkable dull life, you need to do something that carves your solitude into your soul.” Yvalok gestures to a door behind him. “This door leads to five prisoners, I have extracted all the information I require from them. I will leave their fate in your hands. Any you leave will be sent home to the Republic and their families, they will be used in a prisoner swap. Go onto the holding cells and return, then tell me these simple words: I am a Sith.”
The old, wizened human with glowing eyes gently places a golden blade encrusted with gems on the table between you. A cruel smile is on his lips. Your stomach swirls, knowing he wants you to kill, no murder, them. For all your actions so far, murder is still repugnant to you. It is wrong on an animalistic level. Bile rises in your stomach as it churns, you want to spew your guts out. You do not want to kill these prisoners, there is no reason to kill them apart from pleasing this evil man. If it was self-defence, it would be simple; you can justify that to yourself with ease, but murdering these defenceless prisoners for no rhyme or reason. You do not want to do this.
>Virgin – You reject this offer, you aren’t some animal that Yvalok can toy with. When you kill, it will be your choice, not his game.
>One – You will become a murderer and take a man’s life.
>All – You will end all of them, you will become Sith, you will leave no doubts.
>Write-in
>>6263616The answer should've been "Not yet."
>>6263618>Virgin – You reject this offer, you aren’t some animal that Yvalok can toy with. When you kill, it will be your choice, not his game.If he wanted to test Vulf' willingness to kill someone for no reward then he should've brought Thang in restraints. The characterization I wanna go for is ruthless not mindless. Those killed being evil, a threat or a means to power.
>>6263618>Virgin – You reject this offer, you aren’t some animal that Yvalok can toy with. When you kill, it will be your choice, not his game.We ain’t above killing innocents I reckon, but we ain’t wasteful either.
>>6263618>>Virgin – You reject this offer, you aren’t some animal that Yvalok can toy with. When you kill, it will be your choice, not his game.Killing for the sake of killing is foolish. What value is there in a trail of evidence? Strings of vengeance? But most importantly a Sith chooses, a Slave obeys. Even against their own urges. Even against the will of the Force itself. A slave to passion is a fool, passion is a tool. You do not indulge it, you -wield- it.
Besides, they are for a prisoner exchange so clearly there is something to be gained from letting them live.
>>6263618>All – You will end all of them, you will become Sith, you will leave no doubts.Passion in the lifeblood of all Sith. Let us relish in it.
>>6263656Yeah, but this ain't OUR passion. Why indulge the passions of another?
>>6263618>Virgin – You reject this offer, you aren’t some animal that Yvalok can toy with. When you kill, it will be your choice, not his game.Knowing Sith, he'll probably kill 'em just to fuck with us. However, we don't particularly care about these people. We just don't particularly like killing, y'know?
>>6263618>One – You will become a murderer and take a man’s life.
>>6263618>Kill three, spare two(But, if people don't support that)
>OneIs fine
>>6263629>>6263652To be clear, there isn't much point in not killing these prisoners. They HAD information that the Sith needed. They're going to die anyway. What matters is that we need to gain at the very least a numbness for killing if we want to become a Sith lord. The Dark Side feeds on selfishness, on killing and taking things that you have no right to for any benefit at all, no matter how petty or insignificant. Being liked by our teacher is reason enough for a Sith apprentice to take a life.
>>6263680>To be clear, there isn't much point in not killing these prisoners. They HAD information that the Sith needed. They're going to die anyway.He literally just told us they were going to be used for a prisoner swap in the Republic. That ain't "We're gonna take them out back and Old Yeller em". Obviously he could be lying and probably is, but still.
>Talk to them, & kill as many as we personally find unworthy of life
>If we find ourselves inclined to spare them all, kill the most powerful one amongst them
Captcha: HA8T8
Oh yeah, it's Sithin' time!
>>6263705Sith don't do prisoner swaps, anyone dumb and weak enough to get caught deserves death. It's almost certainly a lie
>>6263713>he doesn't want to swap prisoners to collect his rivals or their students to personally torture them to deathShortsightedness benefits no one my friend. I DO think he is lying though. He's 100% going to murder the fuck out of these people. To teach Vulf a lesson. Whether that's a lesson in "fuck you, do as I say" or "You should never have any mercy" is yet to be seen.
If we really go the 0 kills route, we're going to have to fight off twice as many rivals in the future due to our show of weakness.vyjwa
>>6263618>Speak to each, see if we take a dislike to any.>To our chosen, take the knife to their ligiments. tendons, the joints he uses to move. Cut and harm.It's cruelty and malicious and it's also not what our teacher wants. Calculated defiance that bolsters our pride.
>>6263708Eh, fuck it changing my vote
>>6263671 Here to Pontifex's write in
>>6263618>Turn the blade on him and stab him in the back!SUPRISE BITCH!
Nah jk,
>Virgin – You reject this offer, you aren’t some animal that Yvalok can toy with. When you kill, it will be your choice, not his game.We are Sith, a proud and noble warrior lineage! These people are weak, and killing them brings us nothing. We're not some dog on a leash to be sicced at his behest. When we kill someone, and we will, it will be someone worth the slaughter.
>>6263656>>6263708I'll also switch to this.
>>6263664Passion is still passion, we can steal it from him and make it our own if we so wish. Gotta get those Sith points up somehow lmao
>>6263618>>Virgin – You reject this offer, you aren’t some animal that Yvalok can toy with. When you kill, it will be your choice, not his game.He can read Wulf's mind, so he can know that Wulf isn't doing this out of some misplaced sense of empathy (though murder is still sick to him a little). Wulf isn't going to kill anyone because he is a Sith. A Sith chooses, a Slave obeys. How many would- be Sith have come into this same room and done this man's bidding without even thinking of their freedom? They know now that Wulf does, that the Force shall Free them.
>>6263680>>6263722 said exactly what I think Yvalok will do and
>>6263792 explained my reasoning. Though I'd say killing people for sufficient power or money and what not wouldn't sicken Vulf, he'd just be apathetic. What would disgust him is a murder having "kill people cuz it tickles me willy" or "BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD" as the motive.
The point in not killing them is sending a message. If he punishes us for this then another passion we will cultivate is the grudge Vulf will have against him which now has me picturing Vulf writing a book of grudges...
>>6263814>If he punishes us for this then another passion we will cultivate is the grudge Vulf will have against him which now has me picturing Vulf writing a book of grudges...>get punished for killing any or all of them>suddenly have the urge to write a diary>with a durasteel cover and inked in bloodI would love to bludgeon someone with a book that weighs fifty pounds.
>>6263618>One – You will become a murderer and take a man’s life.
>>6263653A sith does not blindly obey
+support
As it is sort of a bother there is no worthwhile trophy in it and wearing clothes made from sentiments means it will be stolen
Sorry guys no update tonight, it was my first day in london and im pretty dead. Tomorrow I'll get an update out. I wont usually be so shit, its just life has been changing pretty fast for me the last week with the relocation.
>>6264111Nah you're good man. Take your time. Get used to the time zone change. It'll fuck with you for a bit.
>>6263618>All – You will end all of them, you will become Sith, you will leave no doubts.The mental gymnastics to not fulfill our destiny fr.
>>6263618>All – You will end all of them, you will become Sith, you will leave no doubts.Fuck the prisoner exchange. Any Sith who got captured isn't worth the effort of trading for them.
>>6263618>>All – You will end all of them, you will become Sith, you will leave no doubts.
>>6264394Honestly we're making a lot of assumptions here. No one said they were being traded for Sith. Who knows what nefarious shit and dark plans are in play with whatever he wants them for. And the guy has been using flippy floppy ass language and sending mixed signals the whole time. I would not be surprised if there is no right answer. Besides are you really gonna listen to some fucking pink smoothskull telling you what it means to be Sith? We ARE Sith. It's our fucking blood. I just want to tell him to eat shit. Without telling him to eat shit of course. He'd fucking kill us for that. Or make us want him to with his punishments.
>>6264495Sith, Sith asset, semantics. I hold to the fact that anybody who got captured ain't worth SHIT.
>>6264755I think the fact he was willing to give us that detail instead of just leaving it at "returned to their families" is telling. You might hold that belief but he may not. I'm gonna hold strong to my belief that what makes a Sith a Sith is freedom. Whether that be to take a life, spare a life, or impose your will onto another. Or simply stop someone from doing the same to you. That bit about the Force freeing you is part of the Sith philosophy for a reason after all. At the end of the day whether these guys live or die is mostly irrelevant, I'd rather it be our choice, not his prompting that leads us to kill.
>>6264765What he SAID was "You need to carve your solitude into your soul" and that we are just coasting down this path due to convenience.
he wants proof of otherwise.
that's his goal here
Your hand stretches out towards the golden blade. Then pauses. A thousand competing thoughts race through your mind, the shouts drown each other out, leaving you numb to the world you are removed from. The hovering hand retreats to your waist. You aren’t killing these men for no reason but Lord Yvalok’s approval. He can do with them what he wishes. You aren’t a toy to be played with or manipulated, he can find other, more pliant Acolytes. Narrow eyes scan the Sith Lord in front of you, measuring the wraith of the man, seeing nothing there that is worth losing a part of yourself over.
“I do not think I will.” You say with the firmness of steel in your voice that will hear no objections.
The Sith’s face falls, utter disappointment written over his face. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.” You reply simply with the single word, you refuse to moralise or explain, that would only give him room to slip his forked tongue.
“This is an opportunity to forge yourself in the dark side, to fully embrace it. To stain your soul voluntarily. This choice was me giving you an opportunity to open your very being to the dark side of the Force. I know it would have been emotionally painful for you, but that’s the point. It is you choosing the darkness freely. As you know, passion that gives you strength is based on these powerful emotions like killing these prisoners of war.” The old Sith shakes his head, refocusing his eyes upon you, and lets out a long sigh. “But you have made your choice, and if I force you into this, then the meaning is lost. This was a gift. Disappointing, very disappointing. But let me warn you, young Vulfstahn if you do not choose darkness, it will be foisted upon you.”
You stay silent as you continue to look at each other. In the end, you break the silence with a respectful, “If you don’t need my help with anything else, should I leave?”
“Yes, yes.” Lord Yvalok’s uninterested voice echoes as he spins in his chair to look away from you, back into a bright monitor that cuts through the shadows.
Storming out of the prison, you are wrapped in a cocoon of rage, furious that Yvalok tried to manipulate you in such a manner. The aura is almost physical, like an invisible shield, when you approach crowds in the passageways of the ziggurat, they break and avoid your path. Leaving the temple dedicated to the dark side of the Force, you are hit with the sweltering heat from the low sun. Shielding your eyes with a hand, your vision adjusts to the harshness. You pace around the academy without purpose, your mind cycling through the interaction with Lord Yvalok. Stewing on it, your anger hangs over you.
Beads of sweat roll down your back as you continue your journey to nowhere, and your forehead turns damp. Shrugging off your robes to your waist, you allow the slow breeze to lap at your naked chest. Your red flesh is immune from the bright star, the pigment frees you from any chance of burning. You do not think your skin is going to get any redder. Running a hand over your bald scalp, you wipe at the moisture. As you continue your pacing, you are enveloped by the shadow of a building and decide to pause there.
From the corner of your eyes, there is a figure watching you from the steps of the ziggurat. Turning to face the person, you spot the pale-skinned Seyra using the hood of her robes to shield her from the sun. The Offshoot casually moves her eyes from you to the great forest that surrounds the artificial buildings as if she wasn’t spying on you. You stare at her in a direct challenge, making it evident that you don’t appreciate being watched. Seyra looks around some more, then slinks back out of sight into the great temple.
“Vulf!” Exclaims an approaching Yira, the young human woman waves at you and skips over. “Awfully hot today.”
Her abundant energy is in complete contrast to your stony visage, “Yeah.”
“Been up to much?” Yira inquires, fiddling with her brown hair, which is tied into a bun.
“Not much.”
She bounces back unabated, “Oh? Well then, I guess you should do something with the rest of the day to make it productive.”
“Maybe.” Your anger from the meeting with Yvalok dissipates into exasperation, unsure if you can deal with this girl.
“Well, I’ve got no lessons. Let’s do something.” Yira decides for the two of you.
“I not sure-”
“Yeah, I’m not sure what either, but we can think of something,” Her hand goes to her chin as she thinks. Her hurried words reappeared as quickly as they subsided, “You could help me with the Force. We could practise our bladework. I’ve heard Lord Qiral has created some interesting creatures in his laboratory. Or we could find something in the library that could help us. Or whatever I don’t mind, it’s up to you.”
Bombarded by the chirpy girl, you were about to reject her without a second thought, but then you realise she has been a good distraction. She is intense enough to steal your thoughts away from what happened earlier in the day. It might be worth hanging out with her if not only to use her as an interruption from your thoughts. You could ask for a price if you help her with the Force, if you wanted to use her in such a way.
>Solitude – You do not like or trust her, you would prefer to spend time alone.
>Teaching gig – Yira has always been interested in your control of the Force, you can help her.
>Swordplay – Together, you can hone your ability with blades.
>Qiral’s laboratory – It could be interesting to see what the Sith has created.
>Write-in
Late my end so forgive mistakes.
>>6264814"Sith are an island of solitude"
>Immediately fucks off to enjoy the company of a girlUltra power move.
>Practice swordplay.
>>6264808He said a lot of bullshit with a lot of implications. He said we should be passionate and immediately said "Nah fuck your passions embrace the opposite". Dude's a menace. And frankly I don't care what he thinks. Even IF we are here by happenstance we are here. We should embrace the dark side as we see fit, not to prove to him we're actually a certified Bad Dude(TM). Honestly he creeps me out. I don't want to impress him. Especially not when the "benefit" of it is to just do something we're gonna do later anyway. Thang's days are numbered.
>>6264814>Qiral’s laboratory – It could be interesting to see what the Sith has created.She is awfully pushy. She really REALLY wants that leg up on her peers with the Force. Gotta admire the hustle at least. But I am really curious about what wacky shit they're making.
>>6264814>Swordplay – Together, you can hone your ability with blades.Gotta catch up to Thang.
Also want Vulf to be writing that book of grudges. Yvalok's the newest entry, thinking his way is best.
>>6264823Indeed, Im thinking Vulf's line of thought will be more "The strong do what they can and the weak suffer what they must.". Power is the goal, the darkness Yvalok was talking about is just a side effect.
>>6264823Fair.
The most successful sith tend to love power for powers sake but that's because they naturally have few weak spots.
We can do it off of a Love of Family.
>>6264814>>Swordplay – Together, you can hone your ability with blades.sword type shit
>>6264829That's pretty based. Almost meritocratic in its oppression kek
>>6264838>most sith don't do the whole happy family thing>consider it weakness and vulnerability>do the happy family thing>family dies>the sheer emotional trauma of it mega supercharges the fuck out of usThey never even considered playing the long con. Those fewlz. I'd just be happy doing whatever just because we want to. Whether that be to abandon some of our dreams or stand firm against the Galaxy and tell it to move when it tries to push us around. Embrace the darkness or demand its submission, whatever.
>>6264814>Qiral’s laboratory – It could be interesting to see what the Sith has created.
>>6264814>>Qiral’s laboratory – It could be interesting to see what the Sith has created.
>>6264814"dUrRr, DaH oNlY wAy To ExPeRiEnCe DaH dArK sIdE iS tAh Be EbUl"
Yeah, YOUR darkside maybe, teach. We're free wheeling this shit, like a dark side James Dean, rebel without a cause, that's why this gal loves us. Our darkside powers so far seem to have come from self determination and willpower, like a REAL goddamn Sith! You think Pall, Ragnos, Sadow, Kresh, or even Adas and Nadd did what they did because they KNEW they were doin evil? Hell no! Those guys were pioneers cause they masterfully forced their powers onto others. Yvalok thought he could leverage his position over us, and when he failed, he tries to guilt trip us. His mistake was leaving us the choice to deny him. We have more Sith in our little facial tentacles than he does in his whole body!
Also,
>Qiral’s laboratory – It could be interesting to see what the Sith has created.We're only semi-decent at swordfighting, but if we can hit someone without them even seeing it coming, then we've already won.
>>6264814>Swordplay – Together, you can hone your ability with blades.
>>6264814>Swordplay – Together, you can hone your ability with blades.We do have a loss to avenge after all.
>>6264829>"The strong do what they can and the weak suffer what they must."Reminds me of Karn. Strangely enough, he's also a /qst/ originated character who was trained by the Sith yet didn't subscribe to the nonsense and cartoonishly evil philosophies of his mentor.
On second thought, gonna change my vote from
>>6265074 to
>Swordplay – Together, you can hone your ability with bladesWe're fairly well-rounded and could probably crush Thang in a straight force-off, even a straight science off thanks to our private lessons, but I would also love for our sword prowess to match our force powers.
>>6264818That's part of the whole "rebel without a cause" deal boyo. We don't even adhere to our own standards half the time. We were gonna lone wolf it during the first trial only to end up with our homie Urtall, and we need to shore up our swordsmanship even when we said we'd be all scientific and shit. Always moving, always keeping our enemies guessing.
>>6265084Uh, anon, I think you might've quoted me instead.
>>6265087Nope, I meant what I said. I'm
>>6256871 and
>>6256331. My connection is ass so my ID keeps changing. I suggested the geesemaxing and the Shang Tsung'ing. But what I meant was that in going against the system we also kinda have a cool wild-card vibe. We SAY one thing but end up doing another, usually the actual thing we wanted to do in the first place.
>>6265084>We don't even adhere to our own standards half the time.I wonder if someone reading Vulf's mind would see all of us and decide to fuck off.
“Why not?” You relent, utterly defeated by her barrage; you do not have the energy to resist her further demands. “Let’s practise with the swords.”
“Not the Force?” Her freckled face falls, and she looks utterly disheartened. It then instantly switches to a mischievous grin. “Just kidding, yeah, let’s do it.”
Yira skips ahead, then turns around to make sure you are actually following rather than having her run off. See that you aren’t tricking the girl, she shoots you a wider smile but stops, waiting for you to catch up. Together, you walk into the massive ziggurat to the training halls; unlike how most of your bladework lessons are done outside, the hall has a variety of pods that simulate a wide variety of environments found throughout the galaxy. It is also occasionally used as a way to punish students, where they are thrown into one of these rooms with a radically adverse temperature and released only when the punishment is deemed sufficient.
Yira continues, “I like your cloak, it’s very ominous. The patchwork leather really makes it, if it was a single sheet, it’d be less intimidating. How did you know how to create a cloak? It’s an odd skill to have these day.”
“Urr’tal helped me; it was my first time attempting something like this; growing up on a space station means I had no idea how to begin.”
“Urr’tal is a big one, I wouldn’t want to start a fight with him, barehanded I think he could rip a person apart. He doesn’t talk much either.” Replies the human girl as she looks into the pods, seeing most are empty.
“Nor do I.”
“It just means you’re a good listener, then,” She gives you a playful push. “Don’t worry, I will talk enough for us both.”
“Indeed.”
“So, which pod do you want to use? It’s scorching out there, so why don’t we do something cooler?”
With a shrug, you declare, “I do not mind.”
“Either artic or beach, the water of the beach would be nice, but then our robes would get wet. I don’t want to walk around with soaked clothing; let’s do the artic. I’m turning the temperature up, so it won’t be utterly freezing.” You aren’t the greatest in the cold, but you allow her to decide for the pair of you.
Yira fiddles with the control panel, setting the temperature to a comparatively mild one for the room that is used to going well below freezing. The pair of you enter the room, and even with your heavy robes, the cold is startling. It hits your exposed face, making your flesh tingle from the quick drop in temperature. Small snowflakes slowly drift down from the ceiling, landing on your dark cloak and black robe. There is something magical in the snow, a beauty and purity which is absent in other environments. A boreal forest surrounds the edge of the room; the tree’s dark green needles sprout from their grand branches and are frosted with powdered snow.
Turning to your fellow, you catch Yira exhaling, leaving a long plume of cloud spewing from the mouth like a dragon spewing smoke from its sulphurous maw. You kick at the thin layer of snow, and it goes flying up and trickles down, slowly falling through the air. Then you heft the sword that you picked up before the entry of this room; the cold numbs your exposed hand, deafening your grip. Yira mirrors you, drawing her own borrowed blade. Taking high defensive guard, you slowly approach Yira; each footfall is soft and gentle like a predator waiting to pounce.
She strikes first, lashing out with a violent stab, trying to impale you upon the blunt tip. Bringing your blade down, you batter away her sword, leaving her torso without defence. Following up the strike, you launch your shoulder into her. Yira stumbles back and swings out with a wild slash to create space between the pair of you. Neither of you are throwing your all into the battle, this is simply training where you are trying to improve, not hurt each other. If you had wanted to, you could have knocked Yira to the ground.
Both you and Yira err towards speed rather than other attributes, you are both more naturally gifted to that characteristic than others. Feinting with a low strike, Yira takes the bait and tries to parry. In an instant, you divert the course of your blade. It races to her torso, hitting her upper arm. Scoring the first strike, you do not celebrate, nor does Yira sulk or rage. The pair of you know this isn’t a competition but joint practice. While Yira isn’t bad with a sword, she has none of the intensity that Hela brings to your covert training sessions.
Continuing the sparring, you practise your technique, drilling specific actions into becoming muscle memory. You reward Yira’s better attempts by allowing her to score hits upon you, encouraging her improvements and her ability to grow. Despite your advantage, this session is far from useless to you; it allows you to further hone your abilities. While Lord Thane shouts that true battle is the best teacher, you can’t help but disagree; you need to build up your skills in thousands of hours of practice to be able to use them in a fight. Throughout these repeat duels, you give Yira advice and tips; while you can be proud enough to discard helpful assistance in your worse moods, she takes them in stride and is happy for them.
After an hour of stopping and starting, and a few shared words sprinkled in, Yira collapses into the powered snow that arrests her fall. Her chest heaves with deep breaths, exhausted from the training. Yira’s nose and cheeks are rosy red from the cold, and her eyes gaze up into the faux ceiling that pretends to be grey clouds up high. She isn’t the only one tired from the session. You collapse next to her, even though you aren’t nearly as fatigued. You copy her, you think it seems like the normal thing a person would do. Looking at the Acolyte beside you, you see her move her arms and legs in repeat motions, creating a snow angel.
“Wow,” Yira exclaims, still fighting to regain her breath, as she falls silent for the first time. You gaze up at the fake grey cloud and feel something lightly poke your ribs. Yira gently prods you with the tip of her blade. She simply claims, “I win.”
Replying with a chuckle, a silence grows between the two of you, not born from awkwardness but from lethargy. It is broken when she asks, “I see you switching forms, which one do you feel is most natural for you?”
As you chose speed, this will impact your main Lightsaber form.
>Form II – Makashi is described as elegant, powerful and precise, relying on feints to confuse and trap opponents. Form II was not without its weaknesses. As it was designed to combat enemy duelists rather than enemy gunmen, it provided poor blast-deflection training.
>Form IV – Ataru is an aggressive combat form relying on a combination of speed and agility. Those who used Form IV could move at high speeds and could rain strong blows, jumping and attacking through the air.
>Form VI – Niman, incorporated elements from the previous forms, mainly Forms I through V, excluding Form II, but balances out between their various specialisations. It is hailed as a practical, all-around fighting form, even if it doesn’t give decisive advantages.
>Form VII – Juyo, was described as the most vicious form of Lightsaber combat and was said to be filled with both fury and grace. It was designed for such a purpose in one-on-one Lightsaber duels.
>>6265267>>Form IV – Ataru is an aggressive combat form relying on a combination of speed and agility. Those who used Form IV could move at high speeds and could rain strong blows, jumping and attacking through the air.I'm torn between Form 2 and Form 4. Because they're both cool as hell. Ideally we'd have both and be able to use whichever the situation demands since they do compliment each other pretty well. Makashi has great in-line capability and Ataru has unparalleled mobility. But if we have to pick one I think I'd stick with Ataru. Even if most of the problems Makashi has can be addressed through use of the Force.
>>6265267>Form IV – Ataru is an aggressive combat form relying on a combination of speed and agility. Those who used Form IV could move at high speeds and could rain strong blows, jumping and attacking through the air.Best defense is a great offense. Whoever hits first either wins outright or can build up a lead.
>>6265273>>6265281nonsense. we're still a greenhorn, albeit one with great potential. we'll form our own style, given time. for now though, a solid, wide skill-base is required
>>6265267>Form VI – Niman
>>6265267>>6265285If QM says that we can get more styles later then I'll switch to Niman but otherwise I don't want a jack of all trades master of none scenario.
>>6265286>kack of all tradesit would fit a wildcard persona, no?
>>6265290No, that would be jack of all trades master of some.
>>6265292that would be phase two of my cunning plan
let's see what QM says, I'm changing my vote to
>Form IV – Ataruif it's not possible to create a personal style later
>>6265286You can get a secondary specialisation in the future but this will be your primary. Exar Kun was a master of Niman.
>>6265285Even if we think of this as a base with which to build off of I think Vulf's speed specialization favors it. Niman gets just edged out IMO by that fact. The curse of dexfag strikes. I denounce you, speedfags! We could have been tuff instead! ALAS!
>>6265286I do like the later addendum that gets added to that phrase. That being that a jack of all trades is a master of none, but a skilled hand at all is often better than a master of one. Or whatever flowery bullshit they cooked up back in the day. I can't even remember when people started added that shit to the saying kek
>>6265299Man I hate backwards sabers. Completely undoes the entire point of having a weapon with reach. Just hold the fucking swords normally. My autism. REEEE
>>6265267>Form VI – Niman, incorporated elements from the previous forms, mainly Forms I through V, excluding Form II, but balances out between their various specialisations. It is hailed as a practical, all-around fighting form, even if it doesn’t give decisive advantages.Jacks of all trades are seldom a bad choice.
>>6265299Then Im sticking with Ataru, get that alpha strike build.
>>6265300Yeah the speed just makes it so favorable.
>>6265267>>Form VI – Niman, incorporated elements from the previous forms, mainly Forms I through V, excluding Form II, but balances out between their various specialisations. It is hailed as a practical, all-around fighting form, even if it doesn’t give decisive advantages.
>>6265267>AtaruBuild on your strengths, don't hamstring yourself trying to cover weaknesses.
A dead enemy can't counter strike
Both Ataru and Niman use the force heavily, Vulfs specialty, just in different ways. Ataru uses the force for movement and Niman uses the force offensively.
>>6265267>Form IV – Ataru is an aggressive combat form relying on a combination of speed and agility. Those who used Form IV could move at high speeds and could rain strong blows, jumping and attacking through the air.
>>6265334>A dead enemy can't counter strikeShit I dunno man some of these dudes are so pissed off they just don't die when they are killed.
>>6265267>Form VII – Juyo, was described as the most vicious form of Lightsaber combat and was said to be filled with both fury and grace. It was designed for such a purpose in one-on-one Lightsaber duels.This would be my preference, as I see us as more of a lone wolf killer than a war dog. But since it has no support...
>Form IV – Ataru is an aggressive combat form relying on a combination of speed and agility. Those who used Form IV could move at high speeds and could rain strong blows, jumping and attacking through the air.Extra mobility AND more killing force for our already-speedy Sithboi? Why not?
>>6265267>Form VI – Niman, incorporated elements from the previous forms, mainly Forms I through V, excluding Form II, but balances out between their various specialisations. It is hailed as a practical, all-around fighting form, even if it doesn’t give decisive advantages.
>>6265267>>Form VII – Juyo, was described as the most vicious form of Lightsaber combat and was said to be filled with both fury and grace. It was designed for such a purpose in one-on-one Lightsaber duels.
>>6265267>Form VI – Niman, incorporated elements from the previous forms, mainly Forms I through V, excluding Form II, but balances out between their various specialisations. It is hailed as a practical, all-around fighting form, even if it doesn’t give decisive advantages.
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“Ataru.” You answer, your eyes tracking a single falling snowflake that slowly glides down, eventually landing on her cheek. She is pretty, not the refined beauty of Seyra and Hela, nor the overt sexual appeal of Velka, but pretty nonetheless. You have had no positive experience with the fairer sex before being carted off to this world, you will enjoy the childish beating of your heart. “I’m fast, and the form thrives on speed. It might suit you, consider trying it. I know Juyo is similar, both rely on aggressive assaults. However, Juyo leaves nothing for defence; it is less focused on movement and more on pure aggression. Think of Ataru as flowing attacks that build off each other in a symphony while Juyo is more erratic and spasmodic; it likes power and breaking its own rhythm.”
“I guess it could suit me; I’m hardly built for Djem So.” Yira flexes her arm, showing no visible bulge; for the muscle to be visible under the robes would be impressive, but you understand her meaning. “What happens if you come against a brick wall of Soresu?”
“Ah, that’s one of its great weaknesses, Soresu is built around constructing a perfect shield in which Ataru could bounce off. Your options would be to drown them with ferocity, breaking their guard or use the movement of Ataru to change the environment. It also struggles with defending against the stronger blows of Djem So. For that, I would avoid any parries and use movement to get them off balance. And if nothing works, try to pull a dirty trick on them.”
“Like this?” A ball of soft snow thrown by the Force plops onto your face, breaking apart from the gentle impact. You stagger to your feet, seeing Yira already running.
Scooping a handful of snow into your palm, your eyes target the giggling girl, you launch the snowball at your assailant, the Force guiding its path. The sphere hits the human on the back of her head, and she slumps to her knees. With a dramatic fall, she sprawls face-first into the snow, pretending the blow has slain her. You pick up both of the training swords and make your way over to your dead comrade. Offering a hand to Yira, she looks up at you with playful defiance, thinking about starting some mischief. But the snow has turned her, and your, robes wet. She accepts the hand up and returns to her feet.
The pair of you shiver from the dampness of robes that have increased in weight with the water they have absorbed. As you leave, you promise to do it again, it was fun. You do realise she is trying to use you, but everyone here uses others, it’s all part of the song and dance. In return, you do not need to use her for power; she isn’t someone who is overtly strong. But if all your meetings are similarly as enjoyable, you don’t mind just having fun. Life is not just a single struggle to attain power, it is also for enjoying.
During your time at this academy, you and your classmates will be called upon to assist the Sith Empire in the war. This will happen in the quest, regardless of the vote. How would you like the rest of this thread to go?
>Keep me home – You want more of Vulfstahn interacting with teachers and other students, taking lessons and doing stuff locally. War-related missions can come later. Feel free to suggest what you want to see.
>Call to war – You want the rest of this thread focused on one of these tasks, be it fighting on the front lines, assassinating Republic officials, or stealing information or artefacts. You want action now.
Sorry for the shorter update I wasnt sure which direction to take the remaining thread.
>>6265870just don't write if you don''t feel like it m8
personally I hate all this school bs but it helps build up the character
>>6265868>Keep me Home- Intrigue among Students, handling local issues, undercutting other people.
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>>6265870It's cool man. Not every update needs to be huge. Some things especially only really present as a sort of footnote that can be glossed over. If inspiration doesn't strike you can just move on quick.
>>6265868I don't quite have a preference here. It's nice to continue building up the characters and Vulf's education and skillset. But it's also fun to go out and stab shit. Naturally this means I call upon THE DICE
1 - More School
2 - Field Work
>>6265868>Call to war – You want the rest of this thread focused on one of these tasks, be it fighting on the front lines, assassinating Republic officials, or stealing information or artefacts. You want action now.
>>6265868>Keep me homeI think a bit more time to make some long lasting rivalries would be good. We also just became an apprentice to an apprentice, lets not run away without learning some stuff first
Would also like to just get a bit strong (happy to time skip though). Don't want to get killed on our first real mission.
>>6265868>Keep me homeis my preference, but whatever you'd rather write is fine by me. You're doing a fine job. I'm enjoying the character dynamics.
>HOME
Seems like we need more lessons, trials, rivalries, & duels before we graduate to being full-fledged Sith. Of course, the war could come to the academy, & the Sith Lords own rivalries could become our problem.
>>6265868>HomeField work would be cool but these examples you gave are just too high level for pupils with mere months of training. I know Sith are Sink or Swim types but this is too much even for them.
Start with things like wilderness survival and assassinating or stealing from gangs. Then have the missions you proposed be the Exams for the class.
>>6265868>Keep me home – You want more of Vulfstahn interacting with teachers and other students, taking lessons and doing stuff locally. War-related missions can come later.
>>6265868>Keep me home – You want more of Vulfstahn interacting with teachers and other students, taking lessons and doing stuff locally. War-related missions can come later. Feel free to suggest what you want to see.Boku No Sith Academia is a go, but seriously, we ain't leavin till we've offed Murl and that other dick, got back at Thang in an ironic fashion (Anakin vs Dooku Round 1 Style), and learned enough Sith secrets to warrant a mf out in the field to feel how important we are. And then when we DO, we take our homie Urtall WITH US!
>>6265868>>Keep me home – You want more of Vulfstahn interacting with teachers and other students, taking lessons and doing stuff locally. War-related missions can come later. Feel free to suggest what you want to see.
>>6265868>Keep me home – You want more of Vulfstahn interacting with teachers and other students, taking lessons and doing stuff locally. War-related missions can come later. Feel free to suggest what you want to see.
Sorry for being shit I will try to get out an update before I go to sleep. The heat is intense for me, the max was before I moved was like 20°c, right now it is above 30°c.
Just for clarification, going on missions doesn't mean you have graduated. Its like you getting sent to the front lines as a disposable vanguard force, maybe you succeed and gain glory or you die and you were weak. Or if you were trying to kidnap someone then others tasked with the same mission can try to sabotage you and vice versa
>>6267038Either's fine by me if we still get to develop the cast. Sorry to hear about the heat. Stay frosty!
>>6267038Fair warning Tuesday and Wednesday are gonna both gonna be above 30
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Urr’tal and Plymor, the Herglic, are at it again. Their titanic mass crashes against each other like two boulders, the force of the impact can be felt through the ground. As usual, they attract attention due to the sheer size of these two humanoids. Once again, they are testing their mettle against the other; while they are not friends, they do gravitate towards each other when it comes to testing their physical prowess. They could, of course, pulverise a human or near-human into a paste, but there is no challenge or growth that would accompany the action. It would only be to assert dominance.
Their chests are unclothed; their only garb sits upon their waist. The tensing muscles strain under thick layers of skin and fat, but manage to remain visible. The pair are wrestling, trying to outdo each other physically without causing harm; the day has only just begun, so injuries are avoided. If they seriously hurt each other, the day’s lessons would be missed. So, they have an informal understanding to just use this as an opportunity to grow rather than to inflict wounds. There’s time for that later.
The contest of goliaths continues as they throw each other around; you sit on a step of the ziggurat, watching the display. You wonder if you flooded your body with the power of the Force, not that you’ve properly learnt the skill yet, if that would be even enough to compete with them. Plymor manages to dive for the waist of Urr’tal and lock his arms together around the Whiphid. With the grip locked in, Plymor hefts the furred predator off his feet, despite great strain, and pins him upon the dirt. The whale-like creature smothers the ice-world native under his sheer mass. With bitterness in his eyes, Urr’tal accepts this rare loss, not enjoying the taste of it on his tongue.
Getting to his feet, Urr’tal gives Plymor a non-committal grunt of acknowledgement and walks over to you. Opening his great maw, he declares, “Velka soon.”
“Ready when you are.”
Urr’tal doesn’t answer but instead just walks up the stairs in reply, still unhappy with his small loss. He has much more true combat experience on his homeworld than Plymor does from his time breaking bones on Nal Hutta. The Whiphid was used to victory in their training sessions, and this failure burns his ego. You follow him up the stairs, rushing to keep up with his long strides. On the way to Lord Velka’s lessons, Urr’tal stews in his irritation, and you allow the silence to carry as he processes the emotion in whatever way he desires.
Crackling flames of blue fire sit upon simple black durasteel lamps. The strange fire illuminates the meditation hall. Like the lamps that hang on the walls, the room is sparse. This is by design, the room wants you to focus only on what is inside, not the lesser physical world. There are a few rooms for private meditation, but the bulk of the space is one grand opening to channel the essence of the dark side. The potency of the Force is almost physical, you can taste it upon your lips. The inner serpent that fuels your reality-bending power lethargically lies still, like a lizard basking in the sun, feeding upon the darkness around you.
Lord Velka stands before the crowd of thirty students as they kneel on the hard rock floor. Tight black fabric hugs her buxom figure, clinging to every sculpted curve. The plunging neckline reveals deep cleavage that draws you in like a black hole does a star; it’s simply irresistible. Her beauty is something men would write great poetry about or burn entire star systems for. Nothing you’ve seen with your own two eyes or on a holoscreen could compare to her sheer beauty. Angels would weep at the sight of her. Blue-purple hair flows from her head, somehow being both wild and shaped at the same time.
Just viewing her makes you feel lesser, that you are unworthy to share the same air with something of such refined perfection. Your mind goes to your face tendrils, and the old shame of their ugliness strikes deep. Velka speaks words, but you are strong enough in the Force. This lesson isn’t needed for you, unlike the rest of the class. Instead, you just simply fall into her spell, enjoying playing victim and falling into her entrancing web. Despite being so beautiful, there is a fierce viciousness within her that she doesn’t hide; it somehow supplements her allure. After your first lesson, you decided to find out as much as possible about her, telling yourself it was only done out of academic interest. You wonder what it would feel like to be subject to her Zeltron ability of pheromones that could further steal your senses.
“Vulfstahn, will you demonstrate for us?” A sweet melody escapes her lips.
Of course, you agree, and you eagerly nod your head. You have never been one who liked schools and detested those who are suck-ups to menial teachers, but for her, you are more than happy to make an exception. Being her teacher’s pet is something you’ve greatly enjoyed and is one of your cherished experiences in this academy. Your task is to open a sealed puzzle box with no ridges or seams; it is fully locked to the outside world. The only way to open it up is by using the Force to unscrew it from within. Closing your eyes, you sit cross-legged in front of the class, eyes sealed as you sense the world around you. Blindly you grope outwards with invisible tendrils of pure Force. Velka’s perfume tickles your nose and makes your head swim, temporarily distracting you.
Probing the sphere with your mind, your senses sneak into the construction, passing through the merely physical structure. Your power finds the bolts and slither around them, beginning to turn the screws, needing to move them synchronously, adding to the difficulty. A message you do not hear causing Velka’s communicator to chime, turning her head from you to the device on her desk. Pain shoots through your head, stealing your concentration. The levitating ball you were suspending falls into your lap, and the screws lock back in place. Murl smirks viciously, the stone chucked at your bald head was thrown by his hand.
Velka returns from her communicator, seeing the puzzle locked. She lets out a disappointed sigh that chills your heart, “Ah, that’s a shame. I thought you had it, Vulfstahn. But it isn’t surprising, this is far from a simple task, even you need to work on this. With practice, you will be there. And the rest of you, please try this at your own convenience. It is essential that you can feel and see with the Force rather than just with your eyes. This will take time. If any of you achieve it, please let me know, I will be very impressed. There will be a reward for the first that completes the puzzle.”
The class filters out of the room, the males of the group seem to dither and delay the exodus, many of them seem to have enjoyed your humbling. Anger burns in your chest as you glare at Murl with eyes that could melt durasteel; in return, he just grins at you, which inflames your rage even more. Your fists are balled, and the voice inside your head tells you that if you see him alone again, you will cave his skull in. He gives you a wave and slips out the door. Taught flesh strains over your knuckles, the protruding joints aching to ruin his face.
As you go to leave, Velka’s voice calls out, “Vulfstahn, can you wait? There’s something I want to talk to you about.”
Stolen from your rage, you nod dumbly as the sudden shock leaves you stunned. Velka continues when the room is empty but from you and her. Her voice no longer melodic but dripping with venom, “You had it, you had it and that idiot threw a stone at your head. You are clearly something special, and that is simply undeniable; however, he mocked you in front of all your classmates. You can’t accept that, you need to teach everyone a lesson, show them why they should fear your unique strength. I want you to force everyone to recognise that innate greatness you’ve displayed time and time again.”
>Plan revenge – Velka is right, there is no one nearly as gifted as you when it comes to the Force, make them fear your growing power. Tell me what sort of things you are thinking about doing.
>Ignore the provocation – Murl will be expecting some kind of revenge, and you will be falling into his trap.
>Write-in
Top notch writing, especially the way you described the hall. We're going to get revenge either way, no reason not to let her know we were already planning on it. The question is, what can we get away with? I'm thinking,
>Break his spine with the Force, publicly, but when no instructors are present
>Write-In: Unlock the sphere right now
>>6267353>Plan revenge.so operational paramaters.
Can't get caught doing it.
should be fairly obvious it's us that did it.
I think we should do a little bit of studying, find some old sith runes that means something along the line of "weakling" or "gizkha" and such to announce his crime.
Have a message sent by messanger or comm link to him that we're challenging him to a duel outside in the forest.
Nice and angry and spitting with rabid hate.
And when he leaves his room to attend the challenge, or tell the teachers to try and get us caught, we slip into his room and rig it with the writings and using a lightsaber to fuck with the roof.
then when he returns to his room. . . we drop some or all of the roof on him.
this requires prescience, stamina, patience and timing. The man will probably try dodging or holding it up, we need to smash him down with the heavier shit.
other ideas?
>>6267370Oh. yeah.
>Unlock the puzzle immediately and right in front of her.add that to this
>>6267373fuck you Murl
>>6267353>>6267373 +1 but let me add something that he can't hide by not mentioning it and sneaking off to get healed, a bucket of red paint rigged to fall on top of him when he opens the door to his room
>>6267373>>6267376Sure, I'll +1 this
Idk how we would rig the roof to collapse, but I still want to add a more personal touch. What if we wait for the roof & paint to drop, then break his spine with the force in a way that would be obvious to a coroner isn't from debris.
>>6267353>Ignore the provocation – Murl will be expecting some kind of revenge, and you will be falling into his trap.>Write-in: Unlock the sphere right now.
>>6267370Glad you enjoyed it.
We could isolate him, you know? We're quick on our feet and capable with the Force. We could steal some things from the others, maybe even Halaben, and slip it into his own quarters/belongings to make it look like he's a thief. Maybe not do it all at once, but over a longer period of time, to properly isolate him from his peers. Seems like the kind of conniving that Vulfstahn would like.
>>6267351Kill her. KILL HER. I hate mind-fuckers. Do not pheromone bomb us. Vulf you retard. I'll kick your ass.
>>6267370I'll say if we ever want to fuck with him directly, instead of just breaking his spine we should do something with a bit more finesse. We should rotate and misalign his individual vertebrae. It is in effect the same thing. Paralyzing, debilitating, crippling. But it is much, MUCH more painful. You go from the bottom up. Each one you twist and torque will hurt like you're being pulled open and subsequently stabbed a dozen times. While having the benefit of keeping each step feeling it, unlike if you crushed it halfway and it immediately causes loss of sensation for all the vertebra below it.
It shows off much more fine control and no less power. I would rather do something sneaky of course. As cool as it would be to just put the fear of Vulf into the nerf fucker.
>>6267373Another thing we could do is give him a "gift" from someone, a small package left on his bed. With a little note saying some nonsense. And what it is would be a small coiled ball of wire held under extreme pressure by Vulf using the Force. When he examines it or takes it to ask the person who "gave" it to him what the fuck it means Vulf stops holding it together and it whips outward cutting the fuck out of him. Sufficiently taut wire can cut deep enough to carve into bone and will easily gouge flesh or even remove fingers when it comes undone. It would also require a long time of focus and holding it together. Bonus points is if he's stupid enough to carry it around we can make it happen to him in front of people if we so desire. Could make it so the box will make a snapping or jingling noise when opened so we know we he does it even through a closed door if we want it to happen right away.
Just an idea. Not sure if it's worth it.
>>6267512Steal some clothing from the girls. Make him the culprit. That'll shame him. Make him look like a common pervert that has grown bold. The sort of smarmy prick who's used to having chicks that hasn't in a while. The judgement from his peers would be great.
>>6267353>>6267443I'll back this though. I'd like to enact a plan not so soon after he poked the red bear. Since that is when he is most on guard. Though she did know we could open the sphere. I'm just curious what it looks like when open kek
>captcha: 4ARGH
>>6267443I'll support this one too, then. It's better to plot his downfall slowly. And we cannot allow his small provocation to stop us from the real goal.
>>6267521That could be fun, we'll just have to be careful not to get caught and be branded a pervert ourselves, kek
>>6267531We could probably get Yira to play ball with us from the start if we promise to help her figure out some stuff with the Force. Favor for a favor. Well, undergarments for a favor. What a weird conversation that would be.
>"Hey I need your panties to make Murl look like a creep. I'll teach you how I make things fly for them."Just as likely to backfire lmao
>>6267407Oh, I meant to fucking kill him.
You can't heal death, because you die when you are killed. Unless you are us.
>>6267521The wire is also good.
>>6267353>Plan revenge – Velka is right, there is no one nearly as gifted as you when it comes to the Force, make them fear your growing power. Tell me what sort of things you are thinking about doing.>>6267373>>6267376Seems good.
>>6267521Twisting up his spine would be fine, but he'll get it healed before we can finish the job, and probably figure out who did it.
>>6267571Never thought about it like that.
I'll all for the wire ball or whatever, or better yet the roof collapse plus vertebrae twisting we discussed earlier. None of that weird shit with the Sithesses though.
>>6267627Well if we want to just walk up and bitch him, him knowing who did it is fine. Just reversing even a single one of his vertebrae would instantly paralyze him from however far down though. It is a very delicate structure. If we do want to just straight up kill him with no fucks given we just use the Force to crush his skull. Gallagher the fucker. I'm assuming we want to send a message as much as hurt Murl. According to the rules we can absolutely mangle each other, just not kill. Well, not kill if they can figure out we did it anyway. Maybe we should just roll his arm up like a tube of toothpaste starting from the fingers.
>>6267628>yeah I wanna torture the guy and murder him but framing him with sex pest stuff? I draw the lineHeh. It feels 14% more American in here already.
>>6267353>>6267443+1 support.
I support ignoring the provocation, as I want Velka to get angry enough at Vulf for him to WAKE THE FUCK UP from this beautiful woman bs. Hoes are temporary, the Dark Side is forever (and unnatural)
>>6267637Murl isn't helpless in the Force, either, thoguh. I imagine he can defend himself, and isn't an easily one-shotted target to any old telekinetic.
>>6267685Honestly, valid. I just assume he's such a retard he couldn't possibly stop us. That is my B.
>>6267353>>Ignore the provocation – Murl will be expecting some kind of revenge, and you will be falling into his trap.
>>6267353>Ignore the provocation – Murl will be expecting some kind of revenge, and you will be falling into his trap.being easy to spur into action is also to be easy to predict
>>6267353Fuckin Murl, i stg.
Backing these two
>>6267370>>6267373Bet lemme add, we have the cybe circle us all ominous like, just to show off our control
As an aside, we should definitely find a way to resist Velka's weird ass mind control. Sorry
>>6267672 but we gotta act KINDA Sithy SOMETIMES, even if it is at the behest of this manipulative woman literally making us simp via weird force sex powers
>>6267916I thought it was because her species has pheromone powers and she's genuinely really hot?
>>6267949>They all produced potent pheromones, similar to the Falleen species, which enhanced their attractiveness and likeability. They also possessed limited telepathic abilities, used to project emotions onto others, as well as allowing them to read and even feel the emotions of others - WookieepediaYep, they out stripper Twi'leks
>>6267949>>6267951I don't doubt she's using her natural pheromones, but for regular members of her species it just pushes a suggestion to the brain, this bitch has the dark side helping her to straight up mind controlling us into MISSING IMPORTANT LESSONS, HOW DARE SHE
I count 50/50 between ignore and do something. I might roll a dice, I'll think on it for a couple minutes.
>>6267988I say do something. Though I do agree with the ignore voters on the "quit the simping" and "doing it immediatly is predictable" points so I'd prefer if you take that into consideration.
The only thing this asshole will understand is force. Ignoring him will just have him escalate and pull more bullshit.
>>6267353>>Ignore the provocation – Murl will be expecting some kind of revenge, and you will be falling into his trap.
Multiple different thoughts come to mind when you consider how you can exact a just recompense. One idea is to wield the power locked within your breast to reach out, crushing the human with the invisible grip of a rancor. That idea tickles your mind, the image of him getting squashed replays again and again in your mind. This would leave obvious evidence left by his eviscerated corpse that could only be done by a being strong in the Force. While you would get away with it, the Lords do not care about murder. All they demand is to not catch you in the act. But the broken body might bear consequences from forces unseen.
Another idea is to stage an accident in his room, sneak in and set the ceiling to fall upon his head. It obfuscates the crime, leaving doubt as to whether it was done intentionally or not. Even if the investigative team, assuming there is one, would not be able to pin the act upon you. But both are too immediate, too rushed, no doubt Murl and Halaben are waiting for you to strike with a trap of their own. You will not be the hunter turned prey, the recompense for their actions will not be a swift stab to the heart but a slow dagger that will come at a time Murl least expects.
Focusing back on the Sith Lord that is so very close to you, your eyes meet her crystal blue sapphires, and you get lost in them. Slowly, you withdraw from the enchantment caused by the faultless light blue pools. You want to write a poem ode to her beauty, something to immortalise something so precious that future generations need to witness such a sight to believe it. Remembering that you were going to say something before falling into her charm, you wet your lips with your tongue to try to stir them.
An awkward smile on your face, you tell her, “I’m not going to lash out now. It is predictable, and a predictable Sith is a dead Sith.”
“Not if you are strong enough, those with the power can do and take things only others can dream of. I have killed people in such horrific ways for lesser insults.” Velka retorts with a hungry smile, believing that you will become one of those great people.
“One day, I will be strong enough,” You promise her. “You could help me get there?”
“I could.” She states, bringing a finger to her lips as she thinks. “And I might, but you will have to impress me. My assistance isn’t free, you will have to earn it.”
Remembering the puzzle and the reward promised, you hold up an outstretched hand, and the ball slowly travels into your waiting palm. Once again, you begin to simultaneously unscrew all the bolts, this second time being easier as you have already probed the device. The yellow sphere pops outward; the pressure contained by the screws causes the device to pop open, revealing a cube within the broken circle. Velka wears a proud but expectant half-smile, while you smugly grin, feeling invincible from the intoxicating power of the Force.
“What’s the reward?” As soon as you speak those words, your brain conjures up an image of a possible reward you desire more than any other. Your mind instinctively shows you the very thing your heart yearns for. No longer do those tight clothes that firmly hug her figure exist, your brain summons an image of her bare skin exposed to you. All the while knowing your feeble imagination could never do justice to what is hidden from sight.
“Did you know, Vulfstahn, that we Zeltron have limited telepathic powers, they grow with the Force?” Heat rises to your face, and she lets out a carefree laugh, enjoying every part of this. “I didn’t think your cheeks could get any redder. I understand your feelings, most men share them, don’t be embarrassed. However not that, I am not a thing to be gifted. Look inside the box.”
Words do not come, and you decide not to babble lies to profess your innocence. Instead, you simply follow her command and see a credit chip inside the puzzle box. Picking it out with one hand, you bring it closer to get a good view of it. Around it is a paper chip holder with golden text on the sleek gunmetal grey cover, it reads “50,000”. Your jaw opens wide at the small fortune you hold in your hand. Never have you ever held a fraction of this wealth; it is enough to buy yourself a used starfighter.
“Thank you-” You start, only to be cut off.
“You earned it, what you’ve done shouldn’t have been possible for someone so inexperienced. Keep working on yourself, and you will make me proud to have once called you my student. Anyway, I need to get going, but please visit me if you ever want to. My door is always open to overachievers like yourself. For students I’m interested in, I’m always happy to give them time, just as long as you find a way to make it up to me. It makes it more interesting when it isn’t free but earned. Take care, and don’t die early, it would be such a waste of the amazing potential I see in you.” The Zeltron walks away with a purposeful stride, your eyes glued to her figure, feeling somewhat saddened by her disappearance.
Finding yourself alone, holding a sizable sum of credits in your hands, you study the prize again, marvelling at its worth. You can’t waste this, it will open doors and give you opportunities that would previously be out of reach. If all Velka’s rewards are so generous, it would not be all that bad dancing to her tune, for a little while at least. Exiting the meditation hall, you resolve to make something of the rest of the day.
>Teacher Hela – If Hela is free, you wish to spend time with her, furthering your training.
>Mothers of the Sith – You were warned not to break into the premises, but you could walk through the front door to reception to explore.
>Grey Market – With your new credits, you will visit the small spaceport and see if you can purchase something. What would you like to buy? [Write-in]
>Making friends – Hang out with [Write-in]
>Write-in
>>6268049Irritating.
But so be it.
>Grey market [Instructions for druid construction/programming. Spare parts. A collection of various types of stone/ore and a book about them and their properties, as well as any items or materials that feel strong with the force.]We could also just plainly buy a droid and use it as a tutor.
Ah, and Maybe some novel food.
>>6268049How tech-y is Vulf? I figure growing up on a station he has to be at least somewhat acquainted with mechanical doodads. I might be tempted to buy various supplies to build a doohickey. Maybe a little camera droid that we can wear. Built like a centipede and crawls around, wear it like jewelry or just have it popping out of our robes looking at shit. Make a little holoprojector linked to its camera feed. Wrist mount that or make it into a little ring. Sounds neat. But I will be safe and go with
>Teacher Hela – If Hela is free, you wish to spend time with her, furthering your training.Instead.
And while I don't trust her at least Velka gets the carrot and stick routine. I wonder if she has dreams of a higher station and needs great students to put on her resume.
>>6268061>How tech-y is Vulf?Moderately, nothing special unless he decided to works at it.
>>6268049>Grey Market – With your new credits, you will visit the small spaceport and see if you can purchase something. What would you like to buy? [Some sort of poisonous pet]We can influence it with The Force, perhaps, and use it to punish Murl.
>Making friends – Hang out with YiraBring her. Shopping seems more like her kind of thing than it would be Urr’tal's, but he can come too if he wants.
>>6268049What a tease.
>Teacher Hela – If Hela is free, you wish to spend time with her, furthering your training.
>>6268049>Teacher Hela – If Hela is free, you wish to spend time with her, furthering your training.
>>6268049>>Mothers of the Sith – You were warned not to break into the premises, but you could walk through the front door to reception to explore.
>Grey Market with Yira
We need to keep secret just how much we have though.
I'm not opposed to checking out the Mothers of the Sith either.
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Someone remind me what the Mother's of the Sith are? Are they like Nightsisters? Because even if they're not, I think it would be hilarious if we learned female oriented Sith arts, Fist of the White Lotus style.
>>6268049I'm also going to back
>>6268083 But also Vote to bring Ur'tall and then
>Teacher Hela – If Hela is free, you wish to spend time with her, furthering your training.If time allows it. If not, do it tomorrow or something.
>>6268203Something Ive created, but Vulf hasnt really looked into, basically a lebensborn type program to create more Force sensitives.
For the first time in your life have money, and it is burning a hole in your pocket. Most of the small fortune will be untouched, but you will treat yourself. You can be both smart and enjoy the fruits of your victory, after all, life is meant to be full of passion. Walking through the labyrinthine ziggurat, you slip the chip from its paper pouch and toss the wallet into a bin. Having a visual indicator of the vast sum trapped within the chip would snare wondering eyes and turn their heart black and bitter.
The best place you can think of treating yourself with a small portion of the prize is the small spaceport. It is far from the gargantuan docks that feed entire planets with concentrated off-world exports. It is the centre of imports and the occasional export. Working on a space station, you know these ships always manage to find some free area in a ship to move extra goods that can not be found on the manifest. Furthermore, they can lose items on these journeys that accidentally fall into the hands of different buyers.
With a skip in your step, you begin to make your way to the dock. You pause, you could invite Yira and Urr’tal. You discard the idea of bringing Urr’tal as quickly as you conjure the thought. Even without his presence, you can hear the words in your head, “I can come, but what do you want me to?” He wouldn’t care for the experience and would be left confused as to why he was included. Yira would be different, her infectious energy is ceaseless. She brings life to everything around her, whether they want that liveliness or not.
Withdrawing your communicator from your robe, you pause just before clicking her name. It is the first time you’ve invited a girl to just hang out with you. There has always been a reason before, but this time you are simply inviting her because what? You like her company? Worry at the thought of her misunderstanding your intentions raises warning alarms in your skull. Your outstretched finger begins to timidly retreat from the holoscreen. With a shake of your head, you wash that thought away, you are a Sith, and you will become a Sith. Yes, you’ve lacked interaction with the fairer sex, but you can’t let it hobble you, you are eighteen years old for Force’s sake.
A firm press from your index finger sends a transmission wave to Yira’s device. Without delay, the calling icon vanishes, and you see her face. You tell her of the reward, but not the total number of credits, and you plan to spend some of it. Ending it with an invitation for her to join you in shopping for some deals at the port. You don’t even finish your sentence before she enthusiastically agrees. Yira tells you to wait where you are, and she’ll be there in an instant. True to her word, she is with you momentarily.
Entering the enclosed spaceport with the ceiling entrance currently sealed, there are a few ships dotted around the shelter. They range from speeders to personal starships to cargo freighters. Workers dot the sparsely populated building, either playing with controls or tinkering with these stellar voyagers. One man walks over after giving you a wave; his uniform is slightly different from the majority of the workers, indicating a rank above them. “Hello, my lords, how can I be of assistance?”
“I’ve recently won some money, and I was wondering if you knew of a place I could part with it?” As your words leave your mouth, his eyes light up.
“Well, aren’t you lucky to have found me? I happen to come across some interesting items in my time and can procure more speciality items. What are your names?”
“He’s Vulf and I’m Yira.” Your companion blurts out.
“It is a pleasure to meet you, Vulf and Yira, I’m Jalos. Please come to my office and we can discuss this in more depth.”
Jalos leads you to a cramped room filled with crates and a few motionless droids. “So, what can I interest you in? What are you hunting for? Something for your pretty friend?”
Yira gives you arm a playful squeeze before you answer, “I’m looking for a droid, something that can move around unnoticed and share its view with me.”
The man reaches into a drawer and withdraws a golden bracelet studded with ruby gems that gleam in the industrial lights. It has many legs in a circular shape to hold onto an arm. With a caress, it springs to life. The droid shakes its head, waking from long slumber and scurries over to you, wrapping itself around your arm, and purrs in binaric. Undistinguishable from any non-sentient jewellery, you study it up close. Jalos links it to your communicator, you are now able to see through its eyes. He also produces a manual about basic droid construction, programming and binaric.
Deciding you want it, you pay the man for the robot sleeping on your wrist and take the complimentary book. Yira scoots up close to you, studying your new companion. “Anything else? How about you Yira? I’ve got a preserved Korriban blood flower, it’d look beautiful on a necklace. Or I have Jogan tarts, you won’t find them anywhere else on this planet. They are a delicacy that needs to be tried to be believed. Or maybe those robes aren’t quite your style. I have many things that would suit you better. Feel free to try before you buy.”
Yira’s eyes light up, then fall as she realises you are the one with money, not her. She moves in close to your ear and whispers, “Can we get the Jogan tarts, please? I’ve heard that they are amazing. I will owe you one. When I get my hands on some money, I promise to pay you back.”
Turning to Jalos, “Don’t worry about it, yes, can we have the Jogan tarts.”
He goes to a container, and it opens with a hiss, spilling chilled air, withdrawing a box filled with the pastries. Yira looks at the box with her mouth watering and her arms outstretched, waiting. Wrapping it in her embrace, she cradles the package like a newborn. You think during the interaction: considering she is here, as your friend, just to hang out, maybe you should help her with the Force. She doesn’t excel at any subject, not to say she’s poor, but her skills don’t stand out. It wouldn’t be the worst way to spend your evenings.
>Helping hand – She is your friend, and it is only right to help her, having stronger friends is always good.
>For a price – You will help her, in return, you want [write-in]
>Help yourself – Her struggles are her own, you shouldn’t have to help her.
>write-in
>>6268613>For a price, I want an ally. to aid against the intrigues of others and to keep me informed on the others.now is this friendship with extra steps. Maybe. But I also think he's got that these relatonships are all transactional internalised.
>>6268613>>6268640I'll back this.
Sad as it is, Vulf is a street rat. Friends for them are often of circumstance. I think she's putting on an act. She's a true psycho. Better to be her friend, but not a weak one kek
What are your initial thoughts on Bongland, Bored? Other than the sudden heat everything treating you well?
>>6268640+1
>>6268651I think you're right, but damn it, she cute.
>>6268640+1, seems like a good compromise between Sith individualism and a semi-permanent ally
Also hey, phoneposting right now, but I've been following your quest for a while! Here's a bit of fanart I drew (as a companion piece to the mini reviews I did in the /qtg/. Reposting it here in case you didn't see it
>>6268693Twenty bucks says Seyra has daddy issues to contrast the genuine lack of empathy Yira undoubtedly has?
>>6268694Yo he's got his eye on you. lmao. Nice. The dynamic lighting is really cool.
>>6268694Wow, that's really cool, thank you.
>>6268651I like my uncles village, best compliment for London is that it has nice buildings.
Hey guys I'm exhausted, no update today.
>>6269019Fair enough, see you soon QM!
Sorry once again no update, returning home for mums bday.
>>6269533Mums day? Is it a different date in tea land?
>>6269980Bday means birthday
>>6269980Birthday, mums 60th, I bought her a piano. I'll try to get an update out this evening
>>6270064Happy (belated) Birthday mum.
>>6270002>>6270064I had misread, happy belated B-Day to your mama!
The golden robotic insect turned jewellery moves, readjusting its position to something both you and it find more comfortable. Finding the right spot, it curls up again and hums wordlessly, allowing the tiny vibrations to flow into your arm. Yira looks at you, unable to stand still, doing a little standing dance, already tasting the tarts in her mind. Her eyes bore into asking a simple question – can we go now? You pay Jalos, thankful that the cost was not too ridiculous. As soon as the transaction is completed, Yira takes your arm in hers and practically drags you out of the spaceport.
Around the clearing, which is populated by buildings and flat grass, stand the ancient trees that encircle the premises as if walls created to pen you in. Of course, you make sure to stay within the clearing. On your arrival, you faced some of the beings within. It isn’t something you wish to replicate. Away from the buildings but also from the looming trees that hunger to snatch you away from civilisation, Yira drags you to the ground. Sitting on the dry grass, Yira opens the box containing the sweet treats. Her eyes dart back to the Jogan tarts, waiting with unveiled desire, pleading for you to take the first so she is given the green light to begin.
“SoWhichDoYouWant?” Blurts out Yira, pushing the box towards you.
You reach out without much care at the dozen tarts, this purchase was more for Yira than it is for you. Extending a hand, your palm is about to pick up a ruby coloured tart, only pausing and reversing when you see Yira’s face scrunch up at your choice. Instead, you bring an amber coloured tart to your lips and take a bite. Flavours dance on your tongue, ones you could never have even imagine, halted in your tracks, you allow yourself to focus on the exquisite taste. Without any further restraint, Yira’s arm whips out like one of a vaapad’s tails, snatching the ruby coloured tart and shoving it into her mouth. Her face shows just how good it is.
Eating slowly, you deliberately take your time partaking of the Jogan tarts, the thing you enjoy the most about it is watching Yira’s childish delight. As you enjoy the moment, you consider her earlier request for you to impart some of your skills of the Force. As much as you’d like to give her your complete trust, that luxury can’t be afforded to be gifted to anyone. Even if she has not said it, you doubt she’d spend such time with you if you weren’t blessed with an impressive command of the Force. You will give her your free time, for something in return. She can be your second set of eyes, or third set if your droid is your second.
“Yira,” You interrupt her feast, her cheeks bulging with the pastries. “How about in the evenings we go over the techniques that Lord Velka teaches us? Maybe it would help you out?”
Yira splutters on her food, before coughing and then speaking, “Of course, Vulf! That’d be great. I feel awful that there’s nothing I can give you in return.”
“How about you keep an eye out for me and act as an informant?” She agrees to the deal you offered without a second’s hesitation.
Your days become rote, but the repetition is never stale and always brings something new. The day always starts with a red-skinned Twi’lek, years advanced of you in her training. Hela spends an hour and a half with you each morning, testing your skill and refining it. With her, you do feel that your ability with a blade vastly increasing; no longer are you a bumbling beginner struggling at the simplest of applications. After that, you have your lessons with the staff of this academy, who are always different and varied. Later, you spend your time with Urr’tal, who doesn’t speak much, and Yira, who speaks more than enough. Finishing the day, you spend the evenings with Yira, switching between your room and hers, trying to help her wield the power of the dark side. She’s a studious learner who gives you her all. Finishing the exhausting day with the pair of you usually watching something on a holoscreen after being thoroughly drained.
Defeated again, you gaze up at the Twi’lek Hela, sweat sparkling under the harsh lights, coats her crimson skill. Gone are her long robes that she hides within, in this private training session within her master’s secluded lair, she is garbed in a sports vest that exposes her midriff. The cold metal of her blade rests against your neck as it has done time and time again. Hela is wearing her patented victorious grin, which edges close to being a snarl. But this time there’s a difference, her chest heaves from heavy breaths, and fatigue is wearing at her typically composed posture. You are getting better and closing the once vast gap.
“Easy,” She smirks down at you, before softening and offering a hand, helping you to your feet. Her resentment at this position foisted upon her is shrinking, as is your difference in skill. Walking over, you collapse into a chair as your body aches from her strikes and burns from exhaustion. Hela bends down to pick up a can of bacta spray, with the image you are reminded of why Twi’leks are loved across the galaxy. She tosses it to you, catching it, you depress the button, allowing the mist to envelop you. The fatigue evaporates, and your breathing becomes unlaboured.
You leave Hela after a deep bow and thanking her for her time. Eating your hearty breakfast, you discuss the upcoming day with Urr’tal. Today’s lessons will be led by Blademaster Thane, the Besalisk, who will further impart duelling knowledge upon the students. The Whiphid loves the lessons he gets to enjoy, revelling in his overwhelming physical gifts and pitting himself against other great beings. Arriving there, the class splits into pairs, and while you usually join Yira, this time you want something different. With the time you’ve been spending with Hela, you feel stronger, faster, and so much more skilled. There is a toolbox you’ve kept hidden, and you want to show it to both the staff and fellow students. You want to humble Thang as he has done to you. The serpent in your chest calls for the violence and for you to dominate your rival, for you to humiliate him.
>Returning the humbling – Challenge Thang and show him how much you’ve grown.
>Safety and security – There is no point in taking the risk and displaying your growth to others, train with Yira.
>Write-in
>>6270324>Return the HumblingImprove our standing with our masters.
>>6270324>>Returning the humbling – Challenge Thang and show him how much you’ve grown.Round 2, bitchboy. And you better hope we win or round 3'll fuckin kill you.
>>6270324>Returning the humbling – Challenge Thang and show him how much you’ve grown.
>>6270324>Safety and security – There is no point in taking the risk and displaying your growth to others, train with Yira.Our time will come when we need it to.
>>6270324>Returning the humbling – Challenge Thang and show him how much you’ve grown.
>>6270324>>Safety and security – There is no point in taking the risk and displaying your growth to others, train with Yira.
Can I have 3 d20s? The target is high so bring your lucky dices.
Rolled 18 (1d20)
>>6270630
Rolled 8 (1d20)
>>6270630K
Rolled 10 (1d20)
>>6270630
Your authoritative voice slices through the crowd as you utter only a single word, “Thang.”
The word is loud enough that all have heard, silence overtakes the free-flowing conversations and drowns them in its grasp. Like a young starlet, the crowd is focused upon you alone, waiting with bated breath to see your very next action. Your blunted sword hangs from a limp arm and scores lines in the dirt. Like a parting sea, the crowd of onlookers breaks before you and the human, avoiding interruption of the challenge. Thang watches you as the onlookers remove themselves from the spectacle to encircle you and him. There is no light in Thang’s eyes, no sign of an emotional spark, they are pools of dark brown as impassive fortifications of old.
You continue, “Let us continue where we left off.”
Your heart thumps violent beats. As soon as your first word has left your mouth, your body begins to pump adrenaline through your system, preparing you for this showdown. The world moves with a belated pace, slowing down so you can drink in every detail. Memories of your defeat at his hand replays again and again in your mind like a broken holoprojector. Within your mouth, your jaw clenches and fingers try to crush your sword’s hilt, while a growing fire burns within, turning into an inferno of rage. Each strike of his blade, every condescending jibe and every single irritating personality flaw that you’ve been acutely sensitive to.
“Vulfstahn, it has been a while. Have you forgotten what happened last time? I remember you scurry off, cradling a wound.” Thang flashes a smirk that reaches only as far as his lips. His blade slices through the air, whistling as it carves through an imagined foe.
Taking a step closer to eat at the gulf, you reply with controlled and even tone, “Times change, allow me to show you.”
“The time it would take for you to get anywhere close to my skill would require the very mountains to be swallowed back into the earth.” You do not reply, you didn’t challenge him to trade insults. You did it to show him and your classmates that you are the best.
Thang stands with his controlled and poised Makashi stance mirroring the coldness of his heart. While your stance is anything but calm, you stand ready to pounce like a spring depressed to near breaking point, prepared to explode at him. Lord Thane watches from the mass; he, too, is whipped up in the spectacle, allowing this violence to produce someone worthy of his attention. The crowd contains all other familiar faces of all your fellow students wearing different expressions, ranging from concern written over Yira’s visage to a gleeful smile from Murl. Most see both you and Thang as a similar breed and would be happy for both of your downfalls.
Your authoritative voice slices through the crowd as you utter only a single word, “Thang.”
The word is loud enough that all have heard, silence overtakes the free-flowing conversations and drowns them in its grasp. Like a young starlet, the crowd is focused upon you alone, waiting with bated breath to see your very next action. Your blunted sword hangs from a limp arm and scores lines in the dirt. Like a parting sea, the crowd of onlookers breaks before you and the human, avoiding interruption of the challenge. Thang watches you as the onlookers remove themselves from the spectacle to encircle you and him. There is no light in Thang’s eyes, no sign of an emotional spark, they are pools of dark brown as impassive fortifications of old.
You continue, “Let us continue where we left off.”
Your heart thumps violent beats. As soon as your first word has left your mouth, your body begins to pump adrenaline through your system, preparing you for this showdown. The world moves with a belated pace, slowing down so you can drink in every detail. Memories of your defeat at his hand replays again and again in your mind like a broken holoprojector. Within your mouth, your jaw clenches and fingers try to crush your sword’s hilt, while a growing fire burns within, turning into an inferno of rage. Each strike of his blade, every condescending jibe and every single irritating personality flaw that you’ve been acutely sensitive to.
“Vulfstahn, it has been a while. Have you forgotten what happened last time? I remember you scurry off, cradling a wound.” Thang flashes a smirk that reaches only as far as his lips. His blade slices through the air, whistling as it carves through an imagined foe.
Taking a step closer to eat at the gulf, you reply with controlled and even tone, “Times change, allow me to show you.”
“The time it would take for you to get anywhere close to my skill would require the very mountains to be swallowed back into the earth.” You do not reply, you didn’t challenge him to trade insults. You did it to show him and your classmates that you are the best.
Thang stands with his controlled and poised Makashi stance mirroring the coldness of his heart. While your stance is anything but calm, you stand ready to pounce like a spring depressed to near breaking point, prepared to explode at him. Lord Thane watches from the mass; he, too, is whipped up in the spectacle, allowing this violence to produce someone worthy of his attention. The crowd contains all other familiar faces of all your fellow students wearing different expressions, ranging from concern written over Yira’s visage to a gleeful smile from Murl. Most see both you and Thang as a similar breed and would be happy for both of your downfalls.
The serpent within you mirrors your physical body, like you, it has coiled together, waiting to lash out with venomous fangs. Together, as one, you and the snake leap at Thang. Within your chest, the engine revs to life, burning through your power to feed your control of the Force. Carried by the Force, you leap at Thang, your blade scythes outwards, throwing his to the side. Using the motion to continue your assault, you spin and kick your leg out. Your shin slams into Thang’s torso as your patchwork cloak billows madly. The blow causes the air to rush from his lungs, and he begins to crumple. Trying to finish the duel off in this first lightning-fast assault, your sword spears towards Thang’s wincing face.
A panicked swipe retorts, forcing you to parry rather than both young men getting mutually impaled. Blade clash with the violent sound of steel colliding with steel. Using your innate speed, you avoid the series of lunges, weaving between each blow, just a single step too fast for Thang. With the Force flowing through your limbs, your movements have you weaving around him, trying to find an opening or overwhelm him to the point you create one. His defence is implacable, for each blow he manages to block, Thang threatens with a counterstrike. While you are faster than him, your violent moves are wearing you out, and he only has to spend minimal effort to block the blows with his practised duellist style.
The empty flat ground, encircled by fellow students, is a boon for his style, not yours. You need uneven terrain to bounce between, upsetting his style. Looking behind yourself, you watch as Thang shoves his way through the crowd and races after you. Leading him to the steps of the ziggurat, you allow him to catch up and feign a stumble. Slowly, you retreat from him, climbing up the steps, coinciding with each sidestep or dodge, only when it is too late does he realise his mistake. You somersault over him, landing on the step below, and throw out a vicious swipe that catches him in the back of his legs.
A yell rips from his lips as he falls to his knees. You race to stand over him, your cloak fluttering behind you as you glare down at your trapped prey. The cold grey of your blade rests against his neck while he glares with eyes fiercer than the sun. Imperiously gazing at your defeated foe, you feel the rush of conquest and victory, making you feel as if no one could ever dare to dream of challenging you. Furthermore, you tested yourself against someone you hate, and you came out on top, with you looming over his defenceless body. Hela’s lessons have paid you dividends, you will need to thank her. Even with your blunted blade, it would be so easy to slay him here and now; the only issue is the Sith Lord Bladesmith, who is watching the duel.
>A brutal reminder – Slice out and carve up his face, let him remember you.
>End it – Whatever punishment that would be dished out is worth ending Thang here, now.
>Write-in
>>6270915>>A brutal reminder – Slice out and carve up his face, let him remember you.Look down your nose at us? Not anymore you won't. OFF WITH HIS SCHNOZZ!
>>6270915>A brutal reminder – Slice out and carve up his face, let him remember you.I'd suggest taking off his ear or something and then say "if you scurry off you might be able to re-attach it"
that way there will be a small scar but he won't be totally disfigured
>>6270915>A brutal reminder – Slice out and carve up his face, let him remember you.If you want merciful then a Glasgow smile might be the way. A small but visible reminder of Vulf whooping his ass every time he sees his reflection. Or you go brutal and give him the Justinian II treatment like
>>6270919 suggests.
Im feeling like the latter to be honest. Not like Vulf isn't vindictive or spiteful enough for it.
>>6270915>>A brutal reminder – Slice out and carve up his face, let him remember you.>Glares at you with eyes fiercer than the sun.I don't like that. Remove his eyes.
>>6270915>A brutal reminder – Slice out and carve up his face, let him remember you.
>>6270915>>6270919 +1, but also +1 to the '"if you scurry off you might be able to re-attach it" line from
>>6270948, which works just as well for a nose.
>>6270915>A brutal reminderGlasgow smile. I am merciful in my good mood. And maybe hit him somewhere that'll make him bleed, really bleed. Needs to get to the infirmary on risk of blood loss need.
but that "scurry off" line is good.
I see it falls upon me, the "twist a guy's vertebrae inside his spine with the force for throwing something at us" anon, to be the voice of reason. This guy's a psychopath, but he didn't go that far when he beat us, just mogged & gloated. Thus, we should probably limit how badly we treat him, while balancing out the need to assert ourselves before the proto-&-full Sith present:
>A Coronet Smile
(as in the capital city of Corellia)
It is only you and him, the crowd has been left far behind. None could save him, sparing some rapid intervention from Thane. The blunt sword you hold is still strong enough to cleave flesh if enough force is applied. Thang glowers up at you, defiance etched upon his face despite his loss. You don’t care for the look, you haven’t cared for him since your arrival, and you want him to feel just how much you hate him. It is within your power to steal this very defiance from him right now, so that every time he looks in a mirror, he is reminded of who exactly he mocked and ridiculed. You’ve suffered a lifetime’s worth of mockery and insults in your short years, you are not going to allow such offences to ring within your ears ever again.
Your hands tighten around your sword’s hilt, cementing it within your grip. Then you lash out with a vicious overhead strike, the blade falling upon his face. The blunted edge both cuts and crushes its way through flesh and cartilage. Burying itself deep into Thang’s face. A blood-curdling scream rips from his lips, deafening any within earshot. Still buried within his face, the grey metal is still trapped between the flesh it has parted. With a vicious yank, you rip the sword from his face, which causes an even more feverous wail, and the small strips of skin holding what remains of his nose to his face rip.
The human’s hands go to his ruined appearance, and blood gushes through his fingers, staining his hands a rich crimson. Blood gushes from the heavy gash and flows and flows. With a cruel smile, take pleasure in saying, “If you scurry off, you might be able to re-attach it.” Each word is slowly spoken and purposefully enunciated as you enjoy the taste of each syllable escaping your mouth. Not that he is listening, Thang is focusing on his mauled face and severed nose. Thane shoves you aside to look at your wailing victim writhing on the floor, checking you haven’t left him with a fatal wound.
A rapid succession of barks from Lord Thane causes slaves to run over to the wailing student. They grab at the flailing young man and drag him towards the medical centre as much as they can while dragging a thrashing body that fights their every step. The Besalisk’s duty done, he turns to look at you. For the first time, you see approval from the four-armed Sith directed towards yourself. No words are spoken, but the amused grin is more than enough to tell you his opinion on the matter. With this, you have earned the interest of Thane and the fear of your fellow Acolytes.
Gazing down at the crowd at the base of the temple, they wither under your glare, not wanting to inspire your ire. Even Yira averts her eyes in fear of summoning your anger. Some wear small smirks, others are horrified. All now respect, not only your strength with the Force, but your skill with a blade.
This thread has been awfully slice-of-lifey, would you be ok if I make it more cutthroat? I know sometimes plays can get quite upset when things don’t go well for the main character of a quest.
>True Sith – Sith are ruthless beings, your friends may betray you and some may die.
>Soft touch – Keep this vibe up.
Short update because its late my end, I figure short is better than waiting another day.
>>6271490>>True Sith – Sith are ruthless beings, your friends may betray you and some may die.Turnabout is fair play. We can't imagine everything will go our way. So long as it isn't "Bad shit"TM for shock value and has an actual reason for happening it should be on the table. Even if I'd prefer everything was hunky-dory.
But that's just like my opinion, man.
>>6271486>Soft touch – Keep this vibe up.
>>6271490>True Sith – Sith are ruthless beings, your friends may betray you and some may die.>Soft touch – Keep this vibe up.I kind of want both. Does that make sense? I very much like stories that can weave the tone of ruthless lethality and fun levity together.
>I know sometimes plays can get quite upset when things don’t go well for the main character of a quest.For me, I would only get upset if things don't make any sense and I could even enjoy the failure if it happens in a compelling way. A betrayal that was foreshadowed very well would have me smiling.
>>6271490>True Sith – Sith are ruthless beings, your friends may betray you and some may die.I don't play villain quests (or antihero quests) for coziness. I fully expect that everyone here must have a dark spark inside their heart, to have been selected and made it this far. Anyone with an abundance of genuine empathy is doomed, in a school for Sith.
I agree with
>>6271535, though. Just because we're ruthless to our enemies, doesn't mean we can't have some good times with our ̶f̶r̶i̶e̶n̶d̶s̶ associates-in-good-standing.
>>6271490>True Sith – Sith are ruthless beings, your friends may betray you and some may die.Friends close and enemies closer. I'd be surprised if no one tried to betray us. The question is when (probably when we least expect it... or maybe even when we do expect it).
Sith gonna Sith
I would suggest however that if anything permanent is going to happen to use (e.g. not like someone throwing a rock at use while doing a puzzle), you let us roll to mitigate the damage. That way it isn't just DM fiat.
>Middle Ground
Mutual respect & fear should keep some allies around, but we certainly shouldn't trust anyone fully.
>>6271490>>Soft touch – Keep this vibe up.
>>6271490>True Sith – Sith are ruthless beings, your friends may betray you and some may die.
>>6271490>True Sith – Sith are ruthless beings, your friends may betray you and some may die.
>>6271490>True siththe first betrayal will sting
>>6271490>True Sith – Sith are ruthless beings, your friends may betray you and some may die.I want blood and betrayal but also some nice moments as a treat
>>6271490>>True Sith – Sith are ruthless beings, your friends may betray you and some may die.As if it could be anything else.
Sorry I was going to write 2 hours ago, but Ive been feeling unwell. Nothing major, but Ive got work in the morning and I want a good nights sleep tonight.
>>6272129Understandable, QM. Sleep well, and see you tomorrow.
>>6271490>True Sith – Sith are ruthless beings, your friends may betray you and some may die.Sith me up baby! I've said it before and I'll say it again, you gotta know when to hold, when to fold, and when to run, but if it's not against True Sith then it's no where near as rewarding when we survive our fellows killer machinations.
On another note, I think Yira is sandbagging us. I think she may actually be way more skillful with a blade than she's letting on, just getting close to us so she can land a sneak blow when the time comes. The only real homie we can trust is Urr'Tal, classic 'respects strength above all else' kinda guy. If possible we should make a triumvirate, but if not, no matter how good Yira is, I doubt she could survive us both.
>>6271490I agree with this post here:
>>6271535Call me a filthy fence sitter or some kind of cake-haver and cake-eater, but I kind of like having the slice of life elements. Sith are frequently depicted as more of personifications of story concepts or plot devices. I like how we can actually see how the Sith exist as people with day to day lives, and how they interact with each other. Adherents to the fair side may be extremely ambitious and deranged people, but they are people nonetheless. These small moments can be useful in building up characters when there’s not a reason to hurry.
We will have to watch our back, but there have been Sith in the past that were able to form stable power blocs that keep the backstabbing to a minimum, or to the point where it doesn’t serve an extreme hindrance. Though I will admit that this seems to be the exception rather than the rule
>>6272662> fair sideSorry, meant to type dark side.
An air of authority clings to you since your mutilation of Thang, every footfall echoes louder and with a force that commands attention. Eyes now always watch you with a concoction of interest and caution; not only are you gifted with an innate command of the Force partially owed to your rare blood, but now you’ve shown that your skill with a sword is enough to beat the best. Before, there were debates on the strongest student, but you’ve answered them, for now. Jealous glares follow you around every corner, watching where you go and who you are with. Your victory came at a cost, the massive target you’ve painted upon your back.
While you wear your newfound confidence with pride, your eyes do not stop searching for the inevitable ambush. They quickly dart from object to person, ever restless in their paranoid search for something approaching. You can taste the coming attack in the Force, in the very air, the flaming serpent chained within your chest is restless and agitated. As the weeks pass, the tension doesn’t abate, it only rises to new heights. Returning to Jalos in the dead of night, you purchase a virboknife that covertly fits within your flowing robes. You will not be caught defenceless by the lesser rabble.
You spy Lord Yvalok watching you from afar. His study seems to be functional from a distance, not once does he try to approach you. The old humans glare bores into you from a distance. Like a Sith forged disease, you can’t seem to shake him; he is always there at the edge of your vision. You can’t decide if he is waiting for the ambush from some of your fellow students or if he has something else locked within his mind. The times you do spot him, you shoot him with an aggravated look, but of course, the impotent action changes nothing.
The other teachers also spare you more attention, spending more of their lessons watching the rising star of the cohort. Pride tells you that they are considering you becoming their apprentice following the end of your Acolyteship. You try to conjure up other reasons why this new interest is directed at you, and the other reasons seem to fall flat at your feet. All you need to do is survive this period, and you will have a Master waiting for you. You won’t be left as a spare and flung into the army to die on some forgotten world.
Urr’tal seems indifferent about your growing infamy, he treats you with the same respectful friendliness. His behaviour does not change at all, he is as unchanging as a stone. Yira, on the other hand, now finds any excuse to spend time with you. Sometimes it is her claiming to struggle with a lesson she easily understood, or deciding that you are lonely at the top and need some companionship. In the evenings, when you and Yira study together, she arrives early and leaves late, elongating the time you spend together. Not just to further extract your skill, but to watch a holomovie, to play a game or simply talk.
Sitting outside on a bench under the sweltering sun, thankful that your red-skin is immune from the worst of the effects. Beside you is a monster of great strength that dwarfs your humanoid form. Urr’tal speaks, “Yira has been especially clingy since you have parted Thang and his nose. Could she be hoisting her flag to your rising ship?”
“We are Sith,” You answer defensively, not liking the truth that rings in his words.
“Quite, that we are.” Urr’tal replies, and silence begins to grow between the pair of you.
“Besides, being my ally might not be the best thing at the moment. It seems everyone wants my blood.”
The furred beast nods his great head adorned with two vicious fangs. “That is true, but they could pressure her to get at you. She is far from the most dangerous opponent, when it comes to combat, she would be easy to threaten into obedience. She is your weakest link. What do you get out of helping her?”
“She feeds me information.”
“And how useful has that information been? Either you are her golden goose that she’ll throw her lot in with you for now, or her victim, you just need to try to work out which she thinks will pay off more.” Urr’tal looks into the maze of dense green that makes up the massive forest that smothers this world. “Anyway, that is for you to decide. It is not just her who seems to be interested in you, the teachers seem to be growing warm to you. Have you considered trying to bridge the gap by asking any of them for private lessons? It could lead to them picking you as their apprentice.”
“It has crossed my mind a few times.”
“Come to any conclusion?” Asks the Whiphid.
“Not yet, what about you? Any of the Lords here you like, or are you hoping on a Sith from off world?”
“Lord Thane, easy. Suits me well. He’s a larger one, like me, who uses his physicality and natural gifts to his advantage. One day, I wish to see him in combat with all four Lightsabers. And you know me, I like the physical world, I like being strong and fast and powerful. I have always been told to lean into my advantages and that only fools focus on their weaknesses.”
“True…” You pause, deciding if you are interested in asking any of the Sith Lords for private lessons.
The speakers hidden from sight blare in uniform screeches, stealing all away from whatever they were doing. The voice of Lord N’we speaks to the waiting masses, “We have a Sith warship inbound, it comes to collect you. With it arrives a tithe we all must pay, the Sith Empire is at war and requires all to do their duty. Be grateful, with this comes chance for great glory and opportunities that can elevate you in eyes far beyond this world. Everyone, come to the base of the temple, and we will assign the roles that we have been preparing.”
All students stand outside in a large, unorganised congregation, which rustles with conversation, before the mass of students stands the six Sith Lords of the academy, gazing at their subjects with disinterest. Lord N’we, centred in the middle of his fellows, speaks again. “We have divided you up into separate tasks planned out by each of my peers. Your successes and failures will reflect on them. I warn you not to incur their wrath. When the ISS Glorious Gallows lands tomorrow, it will ferry you to your place of deployment.”
This will be the focus of the following thread.
>Lord Qiral – Ghost Ship – There is a Sith ship that floats within the darkness of space with an alarm cycling the same cry out for aid. Find the cause of this distress and save the ship.
>Lord Thane – The Siege of Earmar IV – Earmar IV is a world of incredible material riches and is in a contested system, you will be shuttled in to assist the army in cracking open the sealed refineries.
>Lord Velka – New allies – Criminals fester in the Republic’s corruption. Your task is to turn the Obsidian Fangs against the Republic into our welcoming arms. Achieve this by any means possible and win important allies.
Lord Yvalok – Down a senator – One of the Republic’s greatest senators is a ceaseless warhawk who hates the Sith with his very fibre; he needs to be replaced by a new, less dogmatic successor.
>Lord Tyus – Jewel of a time long gone – The Jedi are ferrying an ancient Sith holocron to Coruscant, retrieve the priceless treasure before it escapes the reach of the Sith forever.
Which student(s) are to join you on this mission?
>Thang
>Ryn Sol
>Hela
>Plymor
>Seyra
>Murl
>Random
>>6272680>Lord Yvalok – Down a senator – One of the Republic’s greatest senators is a ceaseless warhawk who hates the Sith with his very fibre; he needs to be replaced by a new, less dogmatic successor.It's kind of fitting is it not? I'd be happy with any of these though since they all seem interesting.
>RandomGetting to pick feels weird. Either a QM narrative choice or random chance fit better I feel.
>>6272680>>6272687Also: "following thread"? we're still on page 6. Why not keep this one going?
>>6272688Because I have a narrative end to the thread in mind and I would like a break.
>Lord Tyus - Holocron
Hela as in our secret teacher is on the table?
>Everyone besides Hela & Thang
I don't remember Plymor or Ryn Sol.
Prime time to get rid of Murl if he thinks he can try anything.
>>6272680>Lord tyrus>Randomthough i do wish to kill murl
>42namokay captcha, make it like nam
>>6272680>Lord Yvalok>RandomMy favs for both. Also Urr'tal again with the facts, Yira feels like bad news though I can't say why. Perhaps it is her distracting Vulf from the force
>>6272715Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar so it's possible her affections are sincere but I won't trust her until we see her pass a test of character. Perhaps Vulf could act like his guard is down then set up a situation where it seems she could get away with killing him and see if she tries to go for it.
>>6272680>Lord Tyus – Jewel of a time long gone – The Jedi are ferrying an ancient Sith holocron to Coruscant, retrieve the priceless treasure before it escapes the reach of the Sith foreverMight have some neat things inside of it
>RandomAs long as we keep them in check it doesn't really matter who's with us
>>6272680>Lord Yvalok – Down a senator – One of the Republic’s greatest senators is a ceaseless warhawk who hates the Sith with his very fibre; he needs to be replaced by a new, less dogmatic successor.>Hela>ThangPoliticsmaxxing
>>6272680>>Lord Qiral – Ghost Ship – There is a Sith ship that floats within the darkness of space with an alarm cycling the same cry out for aid. Find the cause of this distress and save the ship.I like ships.
>RandomI also like to gamble. I hope we get Seyra. Wanna see how she vibes. Ryn, too.
>>6272680>Lord Velka – New allies – Criminals fester in the Republic’s corruption. Your task is to turn the Obsidian Fangs against the Republic into our welcoming arms. Achieve this by any means possible and win important allies.>Random student.
>>6272680>Lord Thane – The Siege of Earmar IV – Earmar IV is a world of incredible material riches and is in a contested system, you will be shuttled in to assist the army in cracking open the sealed refineries.Which student(s) are to join you on this mission?
>MurlSurely there would be an opportunity to kill Murl during a siege (and not have his death be attributed to us, nor have it impact the success of the mission). Some of the other ones seem to require a bit more sophistication, but if there is outright war in this one then we can probably get some friendly fire happening (and surely Murl will be thinking the same thing).
If we could have chosen Urr'tal as a companion as well that would make sense since he wants to gain Thane's favor, and you could explore that aspect at the same time (and I'd like to ask him why he is loyal to us other than what happened on the first day, to follow up with his comments about Yira).
>>6272680>Lord Thane – The Siege of Earmar IV – Earmar IV is a world of incredible material riches and is in a contested system, you will be shuttled in to assist the army in cracking open the sealed refineries.>Random
>>6272680>Lord Tyus – Jewel of a time long gone – The Jedi are ferrying an ancient Sith holocron to Coruscant, retrieve the priceless treasure before it escapes the reach of the Sith forever.Sith secrets? Yes please!
>MurlIs preferable because I wanna off em but otherwise
>Random
The first of the Sith Lords who speaks is the bloodlusted Thane. He calls scores of names, more than half of the students attending this meeting. “All those names I’ve called are mine, and you are going to the front. The world of Earmar IV is heavily contested between our forces and those of the Republic. We’ve almost taken the planet, but the Forces of the Republic have fortified that last city, turning it into a great fortress. Warships skirmish over the skies of the planet; therefore, we aren’t able to begin any major troop landings without the Republic’s naval assets pouncing on us. Same for the Republic. You will be the scalpel and the hammer, you will fight and conquer the city, with it the world.”
Finally, after Thane finishes his elongated monologue, your name is called out by Lord Tyus, “Vulfstahn, Murl, Seyra, Ryn Sol and Garllan. You will be procuring me an ancient treasure from the Sith of old. It was currently being transported to Coruscant by a Jedi contingent. You must retrieve this artefact before it reaches the vaults of the Jedi; if the holocron reaches the Jedi Temple, it will be lost to us. Your only goal is to get this holocron, the Jedi are not what interests me in the slightest.”
You look at Yira and Urr’tal sharing disappointed looks that neither of them will be joining you on this quest. Urr’tal is lost in the promise of war on the surface of Earmar IV, ignoring your glance. Yira does not share Urr’tal’s zeal. Her arm wordlessly brushes against yours as Yira sidles closer to you. She is to be under Yvalok’s command and will be part of the party that will assassinate the Republic senator. Leaning over to your friend, you whisper to only her, then you stop, unsure of what you were going to say.
The rest of the Lords speak, describing their missions, at the very end Lord N’we finishes by telling you, “Your time is your own until midday tomorrow, that is when the Glorious Gallows will land. Prepare in the ways you think are best. Dismissed.”
Students break into loud conversations that spring to life the very moment N’we dismisses them. You discuss the tasks assigned to you with both Urr’tal and Yira. The humanoid whale that is Plymor walks over and begins to talk to Urr’tal, discussing their deployment with mirth, joking that they, with their size, will be living shields for the near-humans. Yira wears a mask of confidence, claiming excitement at the chance to put her practice to the test, but you can see right through it.
It is evening now, you and Yira are in her room. Typically, you’d be trying to teach her something you’ve picked up effortlessly, but this time she just wanted to watch some holofilm with you. It is a new film, created within the last thirty years, funded by the Sith Empire’s Ministry of Culture. The plot is simple, it is about an old campaign against the Jedi during the Great Sith War. What makes it so captivating isn’t the story of the characters, it’s the hyper-stylised figures of the Sith. They are taller and grander than the world around them. All are garbed in oversized helmets, and their identities are lost in their uniformity, but together they are something greater than the sum of the parts.
The music is spectacular, dramatic, regal and bold, befitting the knights of the Sith. The film has you enraptured, the only times you look away are to steal a glance at Yira. Yira, despite wanting to watch it, seems to be doing anything but. She chews her lip and plays with her new hairstyle, that’s changed from the chestnut brown bun to twin braids. Just as the knights begin their charge on their armoured Krayvok mounts, the movie pauses. Turning, you see an anxious Yira with a remote in her hand.
“Vulfstahn,” She begins, then pauses, sighing, then restarting. “Vulfstahn… Thang, Murl and others are going to ambush you tonight. They are waiting for you to return to your room. They’ve got the exits blocked off.”
Your fleshy eyebrows furrow as you scowl, struggling to understand the words that are as plain as day. Yira hurriedly continues, stumbling over her words, “They ambushed me and threatened me at swordpoint, I couldn’t say no. They told me if I warned you, that they’d smash down my door and vivisect me after.”
“They told you to invite me here so they could ambush me?” You form the words slowly and clearly as you carefully choose each one.
Yira reaches under her pillow, and your arm dives into your robe to unsheathe your virboknife. She withdraws a sphere in her outstretched hand, it is a light grey ball of metal with a switch at the top. It’s a grenade. “I managed to get hold of a flashbang before you arrived. I tried to get a blaster, but Jalos didn’t have one, and the ones we trained with are all locked up. This is the best I could do.”
In a calm and controlled voice, you put aside her actions and focus on the situation, “How many of them are there?”
“I don’t know, at least four, including Thang, Murl and Halaben. I did tail them a bit today and heard that they’ve got some swords, real ones. Properly sharpened. Look, Vulf, I’m so sorry, I didn’t know what to do. I tried, and this is the best I could do.” Yira speaks with small, glistening tears forming in her eyes.
You are trapped, with a knife and a stun grenade. There is no one coming to save you. Escape routes are reportedly blocked, and they know where you are, there’s no avoiding it. You will face them alone, by yourself, and try to take them by surprise. Trigger their trap, knowing it is one, in an attempt to even the odds. Mentally, you tell yourself that you are going to kill them all, you are going to litter the corridors of this ziggurat with their bodies. Not one of them will survive, you promise yourself.
Looking at Yira, you question what you should do with her.
>Only one fate for traitors – She betrayed you, and your chest aches and stomach heaves. She has led you to your death, and in return, you will take her life.
>Dead to me – A protective cold shell envelops you, she both betrayed you and tried to help. You will forgive her, but you will never accept her as your ally again.
>It is Sith to err – Betrayal is part of Sith nature, and this betrayal is so limited and foisted upon her, you can hardly blame her. She is still your friend.
>Write-in
>>6273160>She may be weak but she does have your back. This is a forgivable betrayal since she did give you this vital information in spite of the threats, were she truly disloyal she wouldn't have said anything at all. She is still your friend.Think this is better than the provided prompts since the first two are overreactions and the third is an underreaction. She better help in the fight though to redeem how late this warning was.
>>6273160The fact she did try to help us and did warn us can mean a few things. Either she's genuinely remorseful, which would make her an awful sith kek. She's clever enough to hedge her bets on Vulf coming out on top and wants to seem useful even despite the "forced" betrayal. Or she is rather miffed at those fools for strongarming her into this and hopes we'll fuck them up.
Obviously I wouldn't trust her to have our back, but the fact she's still siding with us in spite of it all gives her some slack. Even if she is doing it entirely for her own benefit. We certainly won't be following her alone to isolated places any more. Only places we lead her to. We'll need to actually test her some time later.
All that said, I think I will back
>>6273169this guy. He put it more succinctly than I ever could
As for dealing with these retards in the hall. Let's bring some furniture with us. Smashing a chair and using all the various bits as shrapnel against them with the Force should give us some leeway if they aren't fast enough to defend themselves in turn. As of now the Force is our biggest advantage. Let's use it as much as possible. Throw a blanket at them as an adhoc net, it'd pin one for a few seconds I'd wager. Longer if they tried to cut it and got tangled up with their sword through it.
Will the masters punish us for breaking the shit around here? Oh well.
>>6273160>>6273169+1 support.
Should tell her upfront though:
>"You are weak. If you were stronger, you would never have had to betray me in the first place, and so lose my trust as you have."Or something like that idk. Gotta be all Sith = Strength and all that.
Could we get Urr'tall's help as well QM? Vulf could spring the trap then have both him and Yira as surprise reinforcements.
>>6273170Perhaps the first sentence of my write in should be
>She may be weak but she did look out for you in the end.to denote that a lack of reliability. I do think Vulf would trust her intentions more but her capabilities less after this. On your speculation in regards to if this is sincere or cynical on her part, I do think her being so late points to sincerity since it's such a half measure. If she was purely looking out for herself then picking a side and going all in would result in said side having much better odds of winning and thus have a more predictable result.
>We'll need to actually test her some time later.Indeed, something more definitive.
>>6273172I think more thanking her for tailing them and for telling us all this then admonishing her for the warning being so late since they both would've been better off is she told Vulf earlier. Then voluntell her to fight alongside him.
Her weakness is something for us to work around, not to tell her about.
>>6273169+1.
This is why we hide our power levels. Too many problems.
>>6273169+1
if she told us the truth, then she obviously had no way to tell them no
telling us is a selfless act in that case
meaning she thinks we would do the same for her
needless to say we would benefit from having someone around who trusts us on this level
>>6273160>She may be weak but she does have your back. This is a forgivable betrayal since she did give you this vital information in spite of the threats, were she truly disloyal she wouldn't have said anything at all. She is still your friend.
>>6273169>Support.Right, so lets see.
We should pick off the weak one's first to arm ourselves. A sword in hand is a useful tool.
>>6273200Stop being a coward. they've handed themselves over to us to be butchered and you're complaining?
>>6273169>>6273172+1 to both
We'll take the flash detonator, the blanket & chair for improv as one anon suggested, & our vibroknife. Stun & blind, pick off the weak to get a blade for defense. Ping Urr'tal & ask him to bring a weapon & go "meditate" at an area where he can see where they would attack us. Yira will owe us, that should be made clear. Throw her off balance with a kiss maybe as gratitude?
>>6273441Threw me off balance.
Urrl is an idea, But ĺlI quite like the idea of going solo.
Thang is a great duelist, and an okay force user. But we are a better wizard, and he can get fucked.
If we manage solo our esteem grows.
>>6273169>>6273172+1 to both of these.
>>6273160Also:
>You owe me for this. Until you think fo a way to make up for this, there will be no more lessons... And no more tarts.
>>6273160>>6273169Since Im getting a lot of unexpected support. I'd like to add that Vulf should ask about the whats, the wheres, the whens and the hows. It'd make sense to get all the information to see if Vulf(Us) can pick up something she missed.
Specifically:
>What did they say to you exactly? When and where did they say it?>You say they've got the exits blocked off. How are they doing that and how do you know that?>You tailed them. What did you see? What did you hear?>>6273441>>6273449I reiterate that I think thanking her for tailing them and for telling us all this then admonishing her for the warning being so late since they both would've been better off if she told Vulf earlier is better than giving a spiel about weakness. That kiss idea is narratively interesting though, doing to Yira what Velka did to Vulf.
>>6273475It's less about what is better and more about be a spiteful sithboi and getting leverage over her. I don't want to kiss her right now, though... even if she did braid herself handlebars for movie night.
>>6273481So no kiss but give her a tug on a pigtail? Some chicks are into that.
>>6273525We can do both. I figure we can lead her on just a bit to show some gratitude/make her think her investment is paying off & we're falling under her influence/open up the possibility of us becoming a power couple in the future if she proves worthwhile.
>>6273531I don't think now is the optimal time.
>>6273537>They made me try to get you killed>Awww Smoochies!Yeah. Bit strange innit?
>captcha: RATPMThe night of the rodents? The night of traitors.
>>6273481Yeah but I believe Vulf would locked in right now and now spite is better spent elsewhere. It also need not be said aloud that we have leverage over her, it's a very crude and clumsy form of persuasion/manipulation.
>>6273537>>6273575Doing it now wasn't part of the original suggestion was it? As funny as giving mixed signals would be, I don't feel it would be in character. Thought it'd be like... after killing the ambushers.
>>6273595>it's a very crude and clumsy form of persuasion/manipulation.Vulf is a bit like that, considering how we've flexed on people so far.
This update will be the long one and the final one of the thread. I'll post what I have tomorrow which will likely be a part 1 of 2.
>>6273601I blame the Ski Waltzers for this.
Our mistake was counting on Yira. Their mistake was counting on Yira. Their other mistakes were thinking we'd go down without a fight. If we play our cards right, we can kill em all before we leave, then toss the knife at Yira and make it look like it was her who killed em and attacked us, Eddie Guerrero style.
>>6274223I don't really want to frame her. I think it's sufficient to say it was in self-defense and that no true Sith would let themselves risk death by a gang of murderous fools to follow a rule.
>>6274223>Giving this absolute victory to Yitza Of all fucking people.No.
Let it be semi obvious to who did it. But don't brag about it. Let the implication power our prestige.
An air of disappointment clouds your heart. She did betray you, and that is unarguable. But the strength of the feeling isn’t overwhelming. Yira bowed to their demands because of an immediate threat to her life. Her crime was that she isn’t strong enough, not that she is truly disloyal. If a Darth had enlisted you to kill Yira under the threat of death, you could do nothing but agree to his words in the moment. The fact that she is telling you about the trap that is closing in, despite the danger it brings her and has acquired a weapon to assist you shows that her intentions are genuine. You can trust her heart, but not her ability.
She is devoted to your friendship more than any Sith could be expected to. The warmth in your chest counteracts the lull in your heart. Although you can’t trust her as you used to, this situation is evidence as to why, but this friendship means all the more to you for her devotion. You look at her porcelain skin which is sprinkled with freckles, Yira’s emotional amber eyes gleam up at you, and her pretty face is framed by her brunette braids. She is rather pretty, even adorable. Yira’s boundless energy and optimism is something that continuously lifts your days. Like your own personal cheerleader.
Shooting her a warm, confident smile, you thank her for the truth and for the grenade. There will be conversations about this, but later, not now. With your words and a few blinks, the tears welling in her eyes settle and disappear. You sit back upon her bed and focus on the dark side, calling it to you. The Force is everywhere, not one place in the galaxy is devoid of it. It is a fundamental building block of life and the galaxy. This temple is heavily laden with the Force; it is thick and intense with the dark side. Scrunching your eyes together, you claw at the Force and draw it into you, filling your very being with as much power as you can absorb. Around you, a dark mantel sits upon your shoulders, whispering in your ear. It sings to you. With unspoken words, it pronounces a glorious future that is so close you can taste its coming.
Yira waits patiently, only speaking when you’ve finished your dark meditation. “Vulf, I’m coming with you. We’ll kill ’em all. You are right, I’m not the strongest, but I can help, just tell me what to do.”
The dark power coalescing around you has you heady and feeling more than invincible, you speak with calm, confident words, and your mind is in the world of the ephemeral, “No, you would get in the way. I can do it alone.”
“No, I can-”
You interrupt her, “Yira, do not worry. I can feel the Force, and it is with me in this moment. Something defining is going to happen.”
Standing up, you prepare to leave, only to be stopped by Yira grabbing your sleeve, halting you in your tracks. Her wide, imploring eyes pleading, “I can help, Vulf.”
With a gentle hand on her shoulder, you give a familial squeeze, “Thank you, but I do not need it. Trust me.”
Yira’s grip slackens, allowing you to continue to the door to meet those who would stop you rising to grasp your destiny. As you reach the door and your arm reaches out for the handle, Yira assaults you from behind. Two arms wrap around your torso, and she buries her head into your back. Her grip is weak enough that you are able to turn in her grasp to face toward the human hugging you. With a hand, you gently pat her back, and in return, she intensifies the squeeze, keeping you prisoner in her arms. Her head rests against your chest, and she feels the heave with each deep breath you take.
Yira mumbles in your torso, her words half muffled by your robe, “Don’t die.”
After a moment, with great reluctance, you escape her grasp. “I can feel my future in the Force. This is not my end. Something pivotal is going to happen. I am not going to die.”
Her freckled face, wearing a visage of fear and worry, remains silent, unable to find the right words. Shooting her one last confident smile, you slip out of her room to face the future. The walls of the ziggurat are the same polished marble as the exterior. Rows of doors demarcate different rooms, all belonging to various students of the current batch. The more advanced students get rooms higher up in the pyramid with their increased status. Likely filled with more equipment and pleasantries earned by their achievement and overcoming the suffering. Your hands are hidden by your robes, one is gripping your virboknife, the other the gifted grenade.
Turning a corner, you see them. A gaggle of figures garbed in black robes of the Sith, darker than night. Hoods are raised and obfuscate the identities your victims. Playing the unaware fool, you send an uninterested nod to the gathering as you approach, pretending to not be alert about the obvious danger. Aiming to steal the surprise from them and turn it into your own weapon. Your hidden hand thumbs the grenade’s trigger, feeling its tactile switch against your red skin. Completing the action, the sphere is now armed and ready for you to unleash it upon the group of eight.
As your feet fall in rhythm, marching you ever closer to the inevitable confrontation. It was always going to happen; jealous eyes always watch on enviously as the rising star ascends. They believe with numbers they can remove those that outshine the masses, but you will prove them so very wrong. With their deaths, you will glow ever brighter. A part of you scoffs at the number; there are really that many of your classmates that are intimidated by you. Instead of using you as something to build towards, to challenge and overcome, they band together knowing they will never reach your heights.
"I'm from Nar Shaddaa, & I say kill 'em all!"
Was going to update tonight but I'm having issues with my eyes so I'm avoiding the computer. Very sorry.
>>6274796Rest up, QM. We'll wait.
>>6274796Remember, blinking is gay.
As you are almost among the figures robed in darkness, they break the feigned conversation to turn upon you. Like a wall of shadow between stars, they block your passage. The conflict has begun; you are locked in, and there is no escape. You see faces in the hoods from this distance, your friend Thang is there. On his face is a hateful smirk, above his mouth is the robotic prosthetic nose that hides the grizzly disfiguration you have inflicted upon him. He is already exacting out his revenge in his mind. Besides Thang is Murl, Halaben and others of your classmates, ones that are offended at but nothing but your success.
Long, grey blades appear from cloaks in unison; light catches on the reflective blades, causing them to shine in the lamplight. They are a simulacrum of the training blades that you are so used to after your long months upon this world, but there is a difference, their edges are sharpened to the point where razors would be jealous. Each of your eight assailants takes a different stance, displaying the range of your lessons Thane has imparted upon you. Despite your excellence, this would be a death sentence if not for the dark side telling you that a great moment is approaching.
One hand whips out from the patchwork cloak, throwing Yira’s grenade at the mass. Before they can react, the sphere propelled by both your physical strength and the Force strikes the central figure. Sealing your eyes shut, a deafening sound explodes out, battering your ears. Although your eyes are veiled by your eyelids, the flash from the explosion is enough for you to see the brightness through the solid barrier. Now you open your eyes again, and the group of eight are all in recoil from the light and the sound. Trying to use their hands and arms to defend from the strike that has already struck true.
A finger hovers over the vibroknife’s trigger, ready to bring the device to life. With a press, it activates. The harmonic resonance that gifts the blade such shearing power activates and produces a slight hum that doesn’t reach your damaged ears. The tiny yet potent vibration oscillating the blade gives it the ability to cleave flesh and bone as if they were paper. On the way out of your robe, your weapon slices through the black fabric that attempts to cling to it as if it was trying to hold the weapon back.
With a mighty leap, you enter the fray, your opponents still struggling from the grenade’s aftereffects. Your blade continues the motion and stabs forward into the robes of an Acolyte, then through it into flesh and blood and bone. The knife buries itself into a neck with such ease that you could believe it was a holoprojection. Slicing out through the neck, it races towards a second victim. This time, the knife carves through the face of a foe, cleaving through a skull and into his eye. Your first victim claws at his own neck, as if this would arrest the copious amount of slick red blood spewing from his throat. The second isn’t dying, he is already dead, the brain destroyed by the blade slicing into the soft mass of tissue.
The man trying to hold together his eviscerated throat, crumbles to the floor with a few last spasms as life leaves his body, joining his ally in death. The ground is wet with dark crimson blood that begins to pool at your feet so very fast, and its growth is only increasing. Those who haven’t yet had your vibroknife caress their flesh are starting to recover from the stunning, but this is happening too fast. You claim another victim by throwing your free arm to the side. The insectoid alien follows the action of your arm as if it were struck by the limb, and it was one of titanic proportion. Chitinous exoskeleton concaves and explodes with yellow ichor as the being is slammed into the marble wall with a violent intensity.
Five. Only five left. Halaben pounces at you, and you leap away with a Force-infused jump. Murl follows a split second later, thrusting forward with the intention to impale you upon his blade. He uses Halaben’s attack to guide you into his own assault. With the clattering of steel on steel, you parry the blow, leading it into the ground and away from you. Retorting with an open-palm shove, Murl and Halaben fly backwards, but not with the same strength they had crushed the insectoid. Thang and the other two try to wet their swords with your blood, but you retreat with rapid movements to dodge their attack.
Three dead in an instant, and two stunned. You feel invincible; the dark side did not lie to you - your time is now. Your innate ability and Hela’s teaching has wrought you into a weapon, a weapon that will only grow in power. You will kill every single one of them. But Thang and Murl will be last, you will let them languish in their death. Murl and Halaben return to their feet and rush to catch up while you’ve been fighting a defensive retreat. Just before they join the fray, you pull one of the junior Sith towards you as Thang hacks with a wide slash. His sword buries itself halfway through his ally.
Four remain. They are dead and they are beginning to feel the fight slit between their fingers no matter how hard they try to hold on to victory. Supremely confident in your ascension, you score light wounds on Thang, but nothing that would stop the fight. Halaben catches your leg. Red hot pain explodes in your thigh, and your muscle gives, and you sink to the floor. Your mind tries to process what has happened but fails, unable to accept the event. Murl tries to carve a wound deep into your face, but you block it with your arm, taking the wound there.
Stomps and kicks and blades fall upon you, driving you into a curled ball on the ground with your arms shielding your head. Whatever the dark promise was in the Force will never be seen by you. Did the Force lie to you? You glare up at your attackers in one last defiant action before your eternal sleep, only to see someone you weren’t expecting, Urr’tal. One treetrunk arm slams into Halaben, ribs are concaved with a loud snapping sound, his torso destroyed by the Whiphid. Urr’tal’s other arm snatches out, grabbing another unremarkable Sith in his claws. With a force that dwarfs any human strength, he squeezes, and the human’s head is crushed in his grasp. Murl and Thang flee after witnessing the death of six of their companions, and they are the only ones remaining; they know this fight is over.
Urr’tal walks over you and looks at your bloody and broken body, seeing the wreckage. Staring as he tries to decide how to best help you, an ancient human appears with deep-set wrinkles etched into his sagging face. Lord Yvalok tells Urr’tal to carry you and follow him; the rest you lose as you slip in and out of consciousness. The final time you awake, you notice that you are surrounded by a deep cooling liquid that nulls all pain and there is a mask fused to your face, providing you with oxygen in your bacta tank. The dark side of the Force is everywhere; it is all around you. The dark side is so dense you can feel it on your skin, trying to weigh you down and drown you. Besides the pod is the old Sith, he hobbles closer to the pod until his face almost touches the glass and whispers, “I told you, you had a choice between the dark side or allowing it to be forced upon you. You made your choice, and I have made mine. I will not let your gifts go to waste, I will remake you into someone worthy of such power.”
Sorry for being shit guys with the constant delays.
>>6275348Don't sweat it, update was great.
>>6275346Shout out to Urrtal the GOAT. Does this mean we are Lord Yvalok's apprentice? Or his test subject? I hope they are not one and the same.
>>6275346Aawwww SHIT. It's going down now, son.
>>6275348Nah you're cool, G. You've got shit going on and the Curse to fight.
>>6275354>Does this mean we are Lord Yvalok's apprentice? Or his test subject? I hope they are not one and the same.What it means is now he's on the chopping block. I can't wait to kill that old fuck.
>>6275348as long as you dont stop updating no one is gonna be mad at you :)
>>6275354Yvalok is untrustworthy even for a Sith, in my estimation. Better to encourage Tyus to stake claim over our apprenticeship by way of Hela, if we can.
>>6275348No worries, it happens. Thanks for running! Yous aid this was the finale of thread 1, right? have you archived? When do you think the next one will be? I'm really enjoying it so far.
So what are the odds this entire thing was a gayop by Yvalok? Dipshit'll probably smile when we inevitably disembowel him.
>>6275370>Yous aid this was the finale of thread 1, right? Maybe, I haven't decided yet. There's an additional idea I've been toying with. It won't follow as well if I do it in the next thread. Unsure.
>>6275496And unsure if I want to do the idea at all, it's a bit grim.
>>6275346Screw you, This is our moment how dare you try and claim this isn't going exactly according to plan
>>6275346Fuuuuck this motherfucker. Well, here's hoping we can kill his ass.
I really hope Halaben survived so we can kill him again. Also, we owe Urr'tal a reverse Wookiee-lifedebt. Not sure how we can ever make it up to him.
>>6275838Just keep it in mind.
Spare his life in the future or save it should make us equal
>>6275346Thanks for the update! A shame things didn’t work out completely in our protagonist’s favor, but that’s just how things go sometimes.
>>6275545Don’t worry bro, it’s just the will of the Force!
Long nails rhythmically tap against glass. The pattern reaches its conclusion and begins the sequence again. The sound oscillates through the liquid you float in and into your ears, slowly dragging you into consciousness. Long tubes drive medicinal drugs into your blood, keeping you dulled to the world and your brain overcome with fog. On your face is the mask that leads tubes down your throat and into your lungs and stomach, feeding you and providing you with oxygen. Moving slightly, you feel the resistance of the liquid bacta that surrounds you. Waking from the dreamless slumber, you fight to open your eyes to see what is disturbing your rest.
Lord Yvalok’s face riddled with deep wrinkles in his leathered skin that is aged beyond his immense years by the harsh suns of many worlds. His fingers stop playing the song against the exterior of your bacta tank. He greets you with an ugly smile from teeth yellow and crooked, “Good morning Vulfstahn, we are currently aboard the ISS Glorious Gallows, it is transporting you to the closest point between your fellow student missions. When it reaches the location, then the class will break up and be ferried by other ships. So don’t worry, you haven’t missed a thing.”
Grey metal surrounds the outside world; every surface is unpainted, military-grade durasteel. On these walls sit an endless supply of medical equipment for uses you can not fathom. There are no other beds that would imply this room is intended to treat the injured of the ship at scale; instead, this room is bespoke, just for you. Yvalok sits in an office chair, gazing into your prison of glass and bacta, only inches away. His hand no longer taps against the glass but caresses it, like a lover reunited with an old paramour.
The mask that covers your face, steals your words, all you are able to do is just glare at the man with unspoken hatred glowing in your eyes, having them speak your words while your mouth is captured by the device. “Ah, yes, you cannot talk. But, it does not matter, all you need to do is answer a question, blinks will suffice as responses. Blink for me once so I know you can understand.”
Deciding to resist him in any way you can, you continue to scowl at the old Sith. A slight chuckle escapes Yvalok’s half-smile, and he gives the tank a light tap. “Oh yes, fight me on every step, it makes this even more enjoyable. I am here to teach you how to hate, how to have that inextinguishable flame within your soul. I want your every moment spent hating me. I’m going to make you hate me more than anyone you’ve ever known. So, I have been thinking about how I can make you hate me with such overwhelming intensity. Something that will drive you to greater heights, further your desire for internal perfection. Anyway, I have been watching you and figured out how to earn your hate - your friends.”
“I could torture you,” The Sith continues with a gleeful twinkle in his eyes, “But I don’t think it would be as effective, you would be able to deal with whatever physical suffering I could inflict upon you. Instead, I’m going to make your friends suffer for the simple crime of being someone you care about. After following you, I’ve decided it will be either the sweet Yira or the dependable Urr’tal. I’m going to make them suffer, and which one depends upon you.”
Yvalok beams at you with a grin too wide for his face. “Then I needed to decide how I could make them suffer. For Urr’tal, if you choose him, I will make you battle each other in a duel to the death. You would have to choose to kill him with your hand. If I kill him, it just is not that impactful in comparison. This way you will always remember his dying face and the blood on your blade.”
You try to struggle, to call upon the Force, but the sedatives that are slowly being fed into your veins steal all power, so in the end, you slightly thrash in your water prison. Yvalok notes your pathetic struggle and coos, “Yes, it would be excellent if you could cleanse your body of these healing poisons and you could smash this cage, then kill me. You would be the hero of this story, and you could run off with Urr’tal and Yira as pirates or maybe even join the Jedi. But there is no escape, your power is only just blossoming. It will take many long and hard years for you to dwarf me, many years under an excellent teacher. I could be that teacher. Maybe I will. But we are not here to decide that now.”
A vigour runs through the old Lord, he is loving every second of this, your every reaction to his words, “Then there is Yira. I thought about offering the same thing, where you could kill her in single combat, but I was forgetting something: she’s a woman. Not an ugly woman, in fact, she is quite pretty - a catch for many. Maybe you have thought about her in that way? Maybe during your private lessons, you have fancied the thought of reaching out and stealing her lips with a kiss. Have that special, private connection with her that you’ve been missing all your life - someone to love. To bare your soul naked to her, to trust and know someone in a way only lovers can. Yes, yes, you know where this is going, I can see it in your thoughts. If you choose her, she will be raped, here, in front of you. I will get a table or a bed place it here, before this tank, and I will bring every single male student to brutally gangrape her. And you will watch every second of it.”
“So, what is your choice?” Purrs the Sith Lord, “Blink once to kill Urr’tal yourself or blink twice to watch Yira get gangraped. Or refuse and do not blink; then I will do both and put their remains in your tank, allowing it to fester with you. Which one do you care about more?”
>Goodbye Urr’tal – You will duel him to the death, you will give him a swift end, you can’t have Yira treated in such a way.
>A ruined Yira – Urr’tal saved your life, you have to repay him, you owe him. At least both will live this way.
Bit of a brutal choice, I get that, hopefully it doesn't get you too angry. Preivious you voted to take this quest in a more edgy direction, so I figured it won't kill the quest.
>>6276609Urr'tal has got to go. Not because I'm a simp or anything, I just hate his kind.
>>6276609I have the distinct feeling that he'll pick the one we didn't choose just to fuck with us.
The only way I can think to spite this man is in a duel with Urr'tal since then we would at least have a little bit of agency. How would he force us to kill him anyway? It can't be threatening to kill us since he's salivating at the prospect of fucking with Vulf and he can't do that if he's dead.
>>6276611You thought this would kill the quest? I don't see it.
>>6276627>>6276627>You thought this would kill the quest? I don't see it.I did a quest on akun, back around 2018. You were a tribal and your village got burned down along with most of your family. People got angry the the quest died. Maybe im oversensitive since then.
>>6276627>I have the distinct feeling that he'll pick the one we didn't choose just to fuck with us.That would be counterproductive. The point is to break your spirit by making you do something vile you never would have otherwise. Why do you think Palpatine always made Anakin *choose* to do something bad instead of just doing it himself?
>>6276629Well that's Akun. People here have a bit more of a spine (but also are still whiny fucks from time to time).
What quest was it? On Akun.
>>6276637>What quest was it? On Akun.I deleted it and scrapped the account, nothing left. Bascially you were a primitive that loved ritualised hunting and got btfoed by an industrialist nation. It was meant to be a call to glory.
Akun players are a bunch of faggots who demand crits and rerolls for every small little thing and will literally try to bribe their QMs with money to get what they want.
This ain't Akun, QM. If you had Yira be raped without any choice, it might have killed it, but you're giving a choice.
>>6276609>A ruined Yira.She will handle it. Or she won't.
I will not vote to betray a reliable friend on the sake of a known traitor. Her crime is weakness and the punishment just keeps getting larger.
But Yvalok is going to suffer for this.
>>6276609>>A ruined Yira – Urr’tal saved your life, you have to repay him, you owe him. At least both will live this way.She will not forgive us if we can't convince her we didn't make the choice like Yvalok will tell her. And there's probably a camera in here. However, I have a plan. This will undoubtedly make her succumb to the darkside and we can direct her ire at Yvalok even if she still hates Vulf for this. She will become a thorn in his side even if we cannot.
He'll feel like a retard if all this does is make Vulf have a harder heart and not actually change his attitude. Recalcitrance and stubbornness in the face of his work instead of abject fury and impotent loathing. It'd probably piss him off.
>>6276629Akunners are notorious for being coombrained and soft bellied.
>>6276668that IS actually a vengence I can get behind.
Harden ourselves.
We didn't harden in reply to betrayal, hardening in the face of our "loved ones" being abused may work.
But may also backfire in our faces. We are currently still capable of pulling on a full range of emotions, deadening some to spite an asshole might cripple us later.
>>6276609>A ruined Yira – Urr’tal saved your life, you have to repay him, you owe him. At least both will live this way.I wonder if she'll hate us? Or if her love for us is strong enough to endure this? Either way, everyone else involved in this is doomed to die. Let them enjoy her body, because whatever comes next will make them regret it.
>>6276672I doubt she does love us. More interesting question is if her hate [unless she whimps out and falls into depression] lets her remain as an ally.
>>6276672>I wonder if she'll hate us?She's going to get gang-raped because Vulf chose it, she will hate Vulf for choosing to torture her in such a degrading way. This choice is to kill off your friendship with one of the two.
>>6276669It would also make us harder for other Sith to "deal with". Sith thrive on unbalancing their enemy. Basically their entire style of battle revolves around it, sheer brutality and overwhelming your enemy. Part of that is weaponized shit-talking and emotional torture. It's like arguing with a stupid person as the saying goes, "They'll bring you down to their level and beat you over the head with their experience", right? Fat chance doing that to a guy who genuinely doesn't give a fuck about their provocations.
I'm sure we could find another outlet to channel the Force through. Probably a far more animal hatred. The sort of ferality that despises attempts to collar it.
>>6276682Perhaps. Perhaps.
>>6276676I guess it's good we spared her earlier. She is a worthwhile sacrifice to preserve Urr'tal.
take that as conciliation. Snake.
>>6276609>A ruined Yira – Urr’tal saved your life, you have to repay him, you owe him. At least both will live this way.She was weak it was bound to happen
>>6276609>>Goodbye Urr’tal – You will duel him to the death, you will give him a swift end, you can’t have Yira treated in such a way.
>>6276609>Goodbye Urr’tal – You will duel him to the death, you will give him a swift end, you can’t have Yira treated in such a way. he would understand
(also i mainly dont want to "reward" Murl and Thang for trying to kill us)
>>6276609>>A ruined Yira – Urr’tal saved your life, you have to repay him, you owe him. At least both will live this way.>>6275354This is me
We owe Urrtal.
>>6276701he would. And it would save the most people the heart ache and wouldn't sour and create us an enemy.
But he deserves better than to die for his superior's whims.
Will writing a rape scene cause a ban and deleted post?
>>6276753This is a blue board. Actual smut is removed usually. You could pastebin it or reentry it or whatever the kids are using these days to off-site it. Or you can just use flowery language and vague nods without writing anything explicit.
>>6276755I mean would it be smut? I don't think it'd be titillating.
>>6276758Porn is porn, man. A jannie might get mad it's here even if it isn't -supposed- to be for yanking your crank to. You wanna say someone was raped? Primo. You want to describe how the man's nuts are slapping against her ass? Might get the axe for it. Better to be safe than sorry. If you REALLY want to be getting into the nitty gritty, just put it on a google doc or a reentry thing, however those work. Pastebin nukes explicit shit sometimes.
If you do vote for it, I think I'll be ok and if worst comes to worst Ive already archived it so any deleted posts should be saved.
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The rape scene is coming! The rape scene is coming!
Olympus QM reviewed this Qst in their Mini Reviews section on rentry:
>>6276772https://rentry.org/olympusqm-mini-reviews-Jun-25
So our growing Shith List:
Yvalok
Thang
Murl
Halaben
In that order, since obviously Murl & Halaben wouldn't have tried shit without Thang backing them up.
Bored, did you roll for the results of the ambush, & did the Force indeed abandon us in that moment?
I hate to say it, but Yira is drawn to our power, & plenty of others will be as well. If need be, we'll lie to her in the future. Either way, we can give her Yvalok's head when we reach that point.
We also need to accelerate our healing through the Force as soon as possible. I can only assume he'll reduce the sedatives to make us more conscious of his gloating & torture. We can 100% pull off a surprise upset through Dark Side Healing, followed by Magic Missile (of Force-propelled transparisteel shards).
Jackie! One more thing!
We definitely need to loop back around to the vertebrae twisting method to deal with Thang. One at a time.
>>6276609>Goodbye Urr’tal – You will duel him to the death, you will give him a swift end, you can’t have Yira treated in such a way.One gets us a living ally. The otehr gets us one living ally, but also someone worse than an enemy: an ally who could be flipped on us at any time to become a double agent by revealing we authorized her brutal gangrape. And, uh, she's also training to be a hate-powered space-wizard.
>>6276609holy fuck man, i dont want to read another BESERK.
>A ruined Yira – Urr’tal saved your life, you have to repay him, you owe him. At least both will live this way.
>>6276899You don't want to read another berserk... But voted for Yira to get raped while we watch? Huh?
>>6276903Clearly it wouldn't be another Berserk. Casca only got raped by Griffith. Not the whole gang. Totally different, honest. Also odd to compare Casca and Yira. They really aren't alike no matter how you slice it. Dunno what he's on about kek
>>6276609>Goodbye Urr’tal – You will duel him to the death, you will give him a swift end, you can’t have Yira treated in such a way.
>>6276903>>6276907The machinations of my mind are an enigma.
B8ted
>>6276609>A ruined Yira – Urr’tal saved your life, you have to repay him, you owe him. At least both will live this way.
No update today as I'm watching the boxing.
40+ days into a quest and a bunch if extra votes roll in to ensure that a rape scene happens with brand new ids. Classic.
>>6276824Halaben is already dead at least thanks to Urr’tal
>>6277012>40+ days into a quest and a bunch if extra votes roll in to ensure that a rape scene happenswe are not beating the allegations with this one
>>6277012I'm not seeing anything suspicious maybe I'm naive but most voters have posts before this update, I count 2 new ids for this vote. If you think people are samefagging please point out where.
>>6276809Cool, just saw this.
>>6277053It's likely that he did, but we don't know for sure that he wasn't recovered, especially as a means to an end by Yvalok. What's more, Thang was already getting cut-up, so if Halaben hadn't gotten a lucky cut in on our leg, we likely would have prevailed. So I'm optimistic he's still alive & we can take our time with him & the others. That flash-detonator I can only assume wasn't as effective as hoped due to their expanded senses through the Force, & we didn't grab a blade once one of them fell to our knife like we had planned ahead of time. Overall, Kino scene nonetheless.
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Mr. Boredsident, a second anon has hit the thread. Possible evidence of samefagging as another suggested, revealed by KEK himself.
>>6277067>>6277053>>6277012Not saying the suspicious anon is right, necessarily, but we do normally see 6 to 10 votes on most updates. This one has 13, and (in fairness not ONLY "ruined Yira" voters) with brand new (1post, or at least first-vote) IDs include:
>>6276615 (Urr'tal)
>>6276672 (Yira)
>>6276709 (Yira, backlinks but to another 1post ID)
In addition there's
>>6276694 (second vote, last one was 34 days ago, no other posts, voted Yira)
If you count all thirteen votes, it's 6 for Urr'tal, 7 for Yira.
If you discount the four I mentioned, it flips to 5 for Urr'tal, 4 for Yira.
if you discount just the first three, it's dead even.
IMO, it's very much up to QM's discretion, especially sicne it's so close. This is the reason certain quests on the board use some sort of anti-rigging mechanism to avoid these debates at key decisions.
I am definitely real wth : (
>>6277084If you want my backvote, I am
>>6276666>>6273261>>6271763>>6271110>>6268640I go between phone and computer, and they do change IP
>Goodbye Urr’tal – You will duel him to the death, you will give him a swift end, you can’t have Yira treated in such a way.
If you wanna invalidate my vote qm, that's alright. Just saw your post in QTG the other day and spent the past couple of days at work reading up. It's a good quest : )
>>6277088Yours wasn't one of the IDs/votes I highlighted, anon. Your ID is consistent throughout the thread.
>>6277095That would make the vote 7/7, 5/4, or 5/5, depending how you count it, with a slim favor for Urr'tal.
>>6276753Not in catbox.
>>6277098>That would make the vote 7/7, 5/4, or 5/5, depending how you count it, with a slim favor for Urr'tal.As we are split 50/50 and theres questions of samefagging on what is a tight vote, why don't we just roll for it? That way no one can get too upset about it.
>>6277095Glad you are enjoying it.
>>6277104I would recommend you just write what you prefer to write, QM.
>>6276609>>Goodbye Urr’tal – You will duel him to the death, you will give him a swift end, you can’t have Yira treated in such a way.Long time lurker so here's my vote
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>>6277104>The Sith quest QM underestimates the anons' capacity for hate and rage.
>>6277104As I said, I think it makes sense to leave how to handle this up to your sole discretion, but I personally would be suspicious of 1post IDs without backlinks on a vote like this.
>>6277104I’m cool with rolling.
Rolled 1 (1d2)
Ok we are rolling for it, as i personally don't have a preference:
1. Goodbye Urr’tal – You will duel him to the death, you will give him a swift end, you can’t have Yira treated in such a way.
2. A ruined Yira – Urr’tal saved your life, you have to repay him, you owe him. At least both will live this way.
>>6277104>>6277109I agree with namefag. Choose what would make the more compelling story.
>>6277174I think Yira getting gang raped probably gives a better narrative as she's a living reminder that hates you for what you've done to her but I wasn't looking forwards to writing a gang rape scene. So I figured best to leave it to chance.
>>6277173>giving up the competent ally for the girl who is not very useful at the mo>thinking we can even kill urtie in an honest fightTruly, we have failed as a society lmao Curse you, RNGesus. Alas
>>6277173o7 Urr’tal
i agree it would be narratively better to choose Yira, but personally i think its better for Vulf that way
also Yira would try to kill us for this so we would be forced to kill her anyway.
>>6277084Damn, I never actually voted on this quest? That's possible, since I do tend to lurk a bit and only vote on some choices, but I'm surprised. Here's my proof of no-rigging ig
>>6277196I didn't doubt your post, it was early enough and had a decent comment with it.
>>6277173Goodbye Urr'tal, We will avenge you, but you will die with dignity.
>>6277173I'm glad it worked out that way, since that was the winner
>>6277113 made that the winner no matter how you slice it. Making it so every single male student here is an enthusiastic rapist is also a little edgier than I would enjoy, too, though Vulf making such a choice would make him an interestingly grim MC. I can't think of many other protagonists who would do such a thing.
>>6277259To be fair, these people are all selected to be sith apprentices. I would wager that nearly every single one of them has either a deep personality flaw or they're dangerously competent. And we know Murl and Co. were fucking retards, so. Also Force Suggestion is a hell of a drug.
>>6277261it would have involved Urr'tal too.
so force suggestion is probably the way it went to any who resisted.
still, to numb or to not numb.
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>>6277263>it would have involved Urr'tal tooI thought about that after writing it. Considering he's near 3m and over half a ton and she's 5'4" and like 110 pounds, it would have been ugly. Same with Plymor.
>>6277270You never know. They could be packing like gorillas do. Assuming they don't turn her to mush with their fatass hands.
>>6277273True, but I'd have made it painful with the larger species. If I was going to write it, I was going to try to make it horrible.
>>6277173He was the only one who helped us whitout any motive and he has to die for some traitor. I know Sith aren't known to be grateful but I still feel bad for him
>>6278014He was an entirely upfront and reciprocal type. And he has been traded for a girl who gets bullied. It's a damn shame for real. If only he'd been made a bounty hunter instead of talent scouted for the Sith.
Man I simply cannot wait to skin this old fuck head to toe. Then we can really start to torture him.
>>6278018I think if the choice was killing either of them it’d be less of a murky choice. But the alternative to an honest death was a pretty repulsive, so the choice wasn’t easy, even if RNG did determine th outcome in the end.
Being forced to kill your best bud is peak sith stuff desu
I mean, I can't say I prefer it wasn't the other option, but Sith stuff is like nearly always about murder and betrayal, not really rape.
>>6278030Yeah I don't blame anons. I never blame anons even when they're wrong for having the power of free will and choice kek. And this was ultimately a coin toss. But it does nothing to assuage the sheer hatred I feel towards this walking tote bag. I want to poison him with a toxin that makes your nerve endings work at 2,000% efficiency and then roll a glowing durasteel rod along his flesh. Actually no, that wouldn't work, the heat would kill the nerves as it melted the flesh. The real trick is to boil him in steam. Steam doesn't kill the nerves as the flesh is cooked, so it hurts for far, far longer. All the way until it kills you. Yeah. There we go.
And it's not like we can really hold this over Yira's head to motivate her. "Oh yeah I got to pick whether to kill the guy who has been solid with me or watch you get chainraped by everyone you know.". I'm sure she'd take that well. Knowing that being our ally means she's one bad day away from shit like that happening. Wouldn't decide to fuck off entirely in spite of the fact she has no one else to hitch her wagon to. No way. zoz
>>6278031Well Sith stuff is about passion. So I could definitely see it. There's bound to be some absolute dipshit rapefiend sith out there somewhere. I don't really need to suspend my disbelief for it at least. Yvalok has proven to be even more scummy than I had expected though. Vile does not even begin to describe him.
>>6278014>>6278018He should have tried being cute and having handlebars. Amateur move.
>>6278040DAMN! It's so obvious in retrospect.
>>6278033You need to rephrase it.
"Urr'thal lost his life so you can keep your own and your body intact. Don't make that trade a worthless one."
>>6277173Just caught up. Farewell, Urr'tal. You will rest in peace once the force ghosts of every person Yvalok ever killed (including you) rape his broken body.
>>6278033>Well Sith stuff is about passion. So I could definitely see it. There's bound to be some absolute dipshit rapefiend sith out there somewhere.I suppose, but what I find myself asking is, if Shmi Skywalker had been explicitly gangraped by Tusken Raiders instead of tortured, would it have changed the tone of the series? What if instead of choing Padme to death (or to a broken heart reuslting in death, kek) Anakin had violently sexually assaulted her in revenge for her perceived disloyalty? Again, I do think it alters the tone noticeably, and for that reason on top of everything else, I was hesitant to vote that way.
>>6278224I'm willing to bet Yvaloser is gonna tell her about this on his own anyway just to try and get her away from us. Does anyone really expect him not to continue to fuck with Vulf as much as possible? He's decided he is going to make Vulf into -his- idea of an ideal sith. There's no shot he isn't going to torment Vulf constantly.
>>6278346Well I don't think Schmi getting raped actually changes the tone. Since one COULD interpret torture as sexual assault in addition to physical abuse. And it was offscreen. Anakin going full fucktard would change the tone, but that's because the entire confrontation scene would need to be rewritten to facilitate that. Honestly his entire character would probably need to be rewritten to get that ball rolling. Not saying I'd be down for either of those of course, just that the idea of rape, despite what a lot of people may say about star wars, isn't something that you'd need to twist yourself into knots to justify being there. I mean Jabba had sex slaves and he totally would have done the dirty in some fashion with Leia. He probably likes to watch. Freaky slug. Twi'lek have been sold as "pleasure slaves" and shit a long ways back in canon. Sex being used as a tool and weapon by infiltrators and such is well established as well.
Sorry, bit slow. I've got an interview on Friday which has been distracting me. I'll finish the update tomorrow
>>6277084Usually things pretty much go the direction I want to see so I see no need to vote. Or I'm just too late
You call upon your rage and fear, trying to summon the power that should be there. To crush this cage, to rip it from its very seams. So you can reach out and squash the man who wishes ruin upon you. But you can barely think, your mind drunk on the concoction following in your veins. A cloud has descended, robbing you of clear mental thoughts; instead, your brain is animalistic and unfocused. Your emotions are hidden behind a veiled door. You can feel them, but there is interference that stops them from being truly connected compared to normality. With this ailment inflicted upon you, there is no strength, the Force has abandoned you in this moment.
He has you. He’s defeated you. There is no escape. You have to choose. Either Yira will get gang-raped right in front of you, or you will have to fight Urr’tal in a duel to the death. The fates are not the same. If Yira gets raped, both will live, but she will be destroyed by it. It will be a torture burned into her soul, a ghost that will always haunt her. It will break her and remake her into a being of suffering. The duel with Urr’tal would be quick and dignified, but it will be his end. All opportunities that lay in front of him will be extinguished and disappear into the night. Looking at the old man that you want to reach out and crush his throat in your hands, you blink once. Rewarded by this action, shame and guilt infest your mind, and all you can think about is how genuine and honest Urr’tal has been.
“Excellent, Excellent. You will slay your friend Urr’tal, or he will surprise us and end you. But I doubt that. You are too special to die here. When you wake up, it will be time.” Lord Yvalok waves a hand, and the tubes that run into your veins pump a new drug that very quickly brings you back into the dark nothingness of torpor.
Roaring flames awaken you. Looking around, there is a wall of crackling fire that you are trapped within. The light of the fire does not shatter the darkness that blankets the room, clinging to the walls and ceiling. Below you is a polished resin floor that mimics onyx, so clear and shiny that the fire reflects off of it. Unlike within the tank, you are garbed in the Sith robes, a slave must have clothed you. And before you lies a razor-sharp sword sitting silent and still, peacefully looking at you. Your eyes continue their curious search and spot something in the circle that is encased in fire, another figure prone on the floor, beginning to wake. With vigour, you bounce to your feet. Despite the sudden awakening, you feel awake and alert.
A voice calls from the speakers surrounding the commandeered hangar, now transformed into a duelling area. “Hello, Vulfstahn and Urr’tal. I hope you had a pleasant sleep. You are here to fight to the death. If you refuse, I will open the shields and launch you into space, and you will both die. Urr’tal, you might be asking why this is happening. Why am I doing this to the pair of you? I am not. It is Vulfstahn. I gave him the choice of Yira getting raped or the pair of you duelling to the death. Clearly, she is more important to Vulfstahn than you are Urr’tal. I would wager that if you were a pretty girl, the choice would have a very different outcome. What privilege women have. Now, pick up your swords and kill each other.”
You go to speak, but the words do not find your mouth, you are embarrassed and ashamed. How could you not? Your eyes do not reach his. You stare at his feet, trying to think of something to say to make this not a complete betrayal of someone who was nothing but truthful to you. It is Urr’tal’s voice that interrupts your paralysis, “Vulfstahn, I understand. It is ok, I do not blame you. Rape is a foul thing, and I do not fault you for trying to shield a friend from it. Now pick up your sword, I will not go easy into the night.”
Mirroring Urr’tal, you pick up your blade. Only one ashamed and timid word slips from your lips, “Sorry.”
Urr’tal charges at you the moment after, and you avoid the bulldozing train of muscle by the tiniest fraction. He charges past, and the blade narrowly avoids you and whistles as it carves through the air. He is stronger than you, by a degree that makes it not comparable. You cannot block his blows, to do so would have you crumble under the power. Instead, you have to avoid each strike. A wide slashing arc tries to bisect you. The attack would have cleaved through both flesh and bone as if they were nothing. Channelling the Force through your feet, you flip over him out of his reach. The flames lick at your cloak as you are forced to the edge of the arena.
The Whiphid tries to crash upon you again, breaking any built-up rhythm and forcing you on the defensive, only reacting, never dictating. As a scything overhead slash is about to fall upon your crown, you catch it with the Force. It hovers overhead as if paused by some cosmic controller. Your blade whips out, cutting at the Whiphid’s arm, scoring a deep slash that spills thick red blood. Urr’tal retreats back, then charges at you again, this time only holding the blade with a single arm. He pours his aggression and passion into every action and thought, repeating internally a mantra that he will win.
Taking a step diagonally back, you slip a strike, then to follow up, you dart towards the beast of muscle and dense bone as you stab out at his torso. The tip carves through thick hide, into powerful muscle and glances against bones that shield his heart. In reply, Urr’tal’s clawed hands snatch out, the three digits scratch at your face as you throw yourself away. Blood seeps from these wounds into your eyes, veiling the world in red as you taste the copper. Throwing up a hand, a wave of Force energy, as strong as a speeder, smashes into Urr’tal, knocking him to a knee, and he lets out a pained wheeze. In quick succession, your sword falls upon his bowed head, severing the enormous head from his neck. The large body crumples to the floor, lifeless.
Gazing down at the friend you murdered, the world around retreats. There is only you and the Whiphid that has never betrayed you. Your final act towards him was deciding his death and enacting it. All because he is your friend, you ended all of his great possibilities, every single happy moment. You stole something precious from the world. It was Yvalok; it was only him. You had an impossible choice, and you could not accept rejection. All of this is his fault. You look around to try to spot the Sith Lord, so you can pluck his eyes from his skull. But there is nothing around but you and Urr’tal’s remains and the fire that entraps you.
Crackling spears of purple lightning shoot from the darkness, throwing you to the floor. You writhe and squirm from the incredible pain, spasming on the floor. The single blast has you twitching like a paraplegic as the pain burns within your every fibre. You aren’t even able to scream, your jaws are locked as you twitch. Besides you, on the floor, is Urr’tals unmoving face, gazing at you with accusing, dead eyes. You did this. You killed him. It is your fault. The pool of Urr’tal’s blood soaks your robes and coats your face. Looking up with eyes that could melt durasteel, you see Lord Yvalok standing over you. The electricity has stolen all your strength, this feeble act of defiance is all you can muster. “I am so proud of you, Vulfstahn. Treasure this moment. Remember it forever.”
Thats the thread. Sorry for shitty schedule. Thanks for being great anons. Next thread will be a month(?) Unless I get the job I'm interviewing for which would throw everything on its head. Anyway thanks again, cya next time.
Also, let me know what you would like to see going forward and what you didn't like so I dont continue it etc. Suggestions will let me know what you guys want.
The thread is archived https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Sith%20Ascendant
>>6279097>Also, let me know what you would like to see going forward and what you didn't like so I dont continue it etc.I would like to see [Yvalok dying in a way that can charitably be described as the wet dream of a manic schizophrenic sadomaschistic serial cannibal]. What I do not like is [Yvalok still existing on the same plane of reality as us].
More seriously I have no complaints or criticisms, really. I would like to get to know the rest of the cast though. That's just luck of the draw with votes and such though. Horses to water and all that. I can imagine Vulf is going to feel really bad when he sees Yira for a while. That guilt is gonna gnaw at him. No matter what, this lives with him now. And it feels like a million bucks. All trampling him. At once. Brutal.
Cheers, man.
>>6279097Thank you for running. This was a fun thread.
Also I know it's been said by all the anons already but fuck Yvalok.
>>6279097Thanks for running, QM. Good luck with the job, even if I do still really wish this would continue as well.
RIP Urr'tal. Throughout heaven and earth, he alone was the real one.
>>6279097It's been good. I would drop most quests for a twist like this, but it fits a Sith quest very well, and it also works as the start of Vulf's path of darkness. If this were a tragedy, I could see his friendship slowly recede into irrelevance, leaving him with rage for its own sake. Eventually he kills Yvalok, but he gets no satisfaction from it, because the emotional bond has long since faded.
>>6279161There's still time.
>>6279097I enjoyed this. Thanks for the first thread of the quest boss.
>>6279097thanks for running! i had fun
i hope you get the job, but also return swiftly for thread #2 ^^
>>6279097I want to keep his head.
Thanks for running.
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>>6279101>I would like to get to know the rest of the cast thoughYeah, next thread will be you focused on getting a holocron with Murl, Seyra, Ryn Sol and Garllan. So you'll be interacting with them, and get to know them more. I might change the holocron with something else if I can think of something more interesting like the Muur Talisman.
>>6279272+1, remember the dead.
>>6279350>MurlSo has he gotten some poison yet to take the easy way out in advance? Really hope Halaben survived, once again, so that we can re-kill him for Urr'tal's sake at least.
My only complaint is that I'm pretty sure we were rolling earlier in the thread, but later on, rolls went out the window. Seems like how well we did against the crowd of cowards & in the fight against Urr'tal should have been decided by rolls.
>>6279406>Really hope Halaben survived,Nah Urr'tal killed him, the blow concaved his chest.
>rolls went out the window. Seems like how well we did against the crowd of cowards & in the fight against Urr'tal should have been decided by rolls.Some time battles will only ever go once way, the Force wills it, if you rolled and lost to Urr'tal where do we go from there?
>>6279406Remember the dead.
And can we also appreciate that this big bastard didn't even have the decency to curse us for our weakness and cowardice.
He just. . . Forgave us and charged at death without restraint. His death is a failure of the sith philosophy.
this hurts more than it should.
>>6279411>Where do we go from there?The better being would have won.
>>6279459That be a rather short quest, I mean I could jump POVs but eh, he doesnt interest me as the MC. I'd prefer doing Yira or Murl's POV.
>>6279440That may imply Urr'tal was always doomed in a school for Sith, come to think of it.
Does anyone know of good galaxy maps I can draw borders over? Im not much of an artist
