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Post by Funami Teriyaki on Apr 4, 2019 7:22:36 GMT -5
Inhospitable if not outright hostile, timeless and known for culling the weak, endless dunes of crimson stretched in all directions and spelled death to any who dared to stray too far from the academy. Thousands of dead generations slumbered beneath the red sands of Korriban, silent witnesses to each and every Sith to come. The ancient spirits undoubtedly laughed very hard when a pink haired girl who appeared about ten years old happily skipped along the crimson sands toward the academy’s main building, singing a nursery rhyme. No blaster dangled from her waist, no sword rested on her back. Unarmed and wearing a traditional Atrisian schoolgirl uniform upgraded with pink, she cared nothing about the broiling sun or the occasional bone sticking from the sand here and there. Anyone to witness the child would make the logical guess of her survival expectations nearing zero. As her melodic voice continued to resonate on and on, several pairs of eyes grew attracted to the source.
“I come to you to bring today,
Not a luscious rose bouquet,
I don't have tulips or even lilliiiies,
So accept this petunia, pleeeease~”
A smaller gang of adult trainees, dressed rugged and posing tough, suddenly formed in Funami’s path toward the academy. Their scars and layers of filth were in stark contrast with the little Atrisian’s pristine look. Everyone’s hand went toward their belt, grasping the hilt of their vibrosword, some even pulled the dangerous weapon out and let its edge menacingly glitter in the sun. Only one pair of hands did not take up arms, opting to pose akimbo instead. The leader, most likely; looking down at the pink-haired girl and wearing a condescending grimace on his face. Funami replied with a sly smile, though the corners of her mouth tugged into a grin and sparks of excitement flashed in her violet eyes.
“Feeling lost, little girl?” called the chief and menacingly folded his arms across his chest, “I’m not sure what you’re doing here or how you even got here, but there are certain rules all newbies have to know. First and foremost; all students must pay tribute they wish to enter the academy. Emperor’s orders, I’m afraid. Better give us all you have, brat.”
Raising a hand, he aimed a finger to the side of the path. Two bodies carelessly tossed in the ditch desperately wished to had believed the blatant lie.
“Ah,” muttered Funami and resignedly shrugged her small shoulders, cocking her head, “Then I’d better act in the emperor’s name.”
They looked awfully pleased with themselves, exchanging smug glances.
Abruptly, the leader felt the crushing pinch of invisible fingers clenched against his throat, constricting his airway and lungs. A sickening crack and his head turned several hundred degrees more than naturally possible. One thud later and the self-proclaimed servant of the emperor rested upon the sands, ready to become another set of withered bones. Shock and awe in their eyes stared at Funami. She smiled no longer, eyes cold, assuming their leader's dominant pose and placing her fists on her hips.
“Now you work for Miss Teriyaki, brats. You’d do well to remember that. Once you’re done burying this failure of an acolyte, return to the academy. Perhaps I’ll find some use for you.”
And her little legs carried her past the group as she started down the path once more, full of child-like joy and happiness.
“Oh. And do not take the emperor’s name in vain ever again. Tee-hee-hee~”
She knew better than most.
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Post by Darth Malice on Apr 4, 2019 9:24:38 GMT -5
Darth Malice has returned to Korriban, tired and slightly activated. The young girl Funami has proven to be a pain in the neck, she did however show promise. She had taken the girl with her when she left Dromund Kaas, the girl would learn the ways of the Sith or she would fall.
Fully armoured she walked up the path towards the academy steps and internally shook her head as she heard a dispute ahead between acolytes. All guards stood to attention as she neared until she had passed them before return into their more relaxed stance.
Noticing it was Funami she cleared her throat as she stopped behind her “No unauthorised deaths whilst on academy grounds. Do so again and you will be punished, you are not an apprentice yet. Until then, you will follow the rules. You lot can clear this up. Go feed his corpse to the K’lor slugs.”
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Post by Funami Teriyaki on Apr 4, 2019 10:33:51 GMT -5
Funami suddenly found it impossible to swallow, feeling the icy fingers of fear gripping at her heart. Spinning around, the young Atrisian faced a familiar Sith in unfamiliar apparel. It had been a while since their last meeting and the girl’s sedated delivery to Korriban. After spending some time among ordinary acolytes and instructors, the pink-haired acolyte had regained her confidence. Despite having no physical weapon to defend herself with, the prodigal hold over telekinesis proved enough to keep potential rivals at bay. It was high time to remember there were bigger animals walking about. Bad dreams continued to haunt Funami’s sleep and she just came face to face with their insidious creator.
“Darth Malice.”
Fully clad in armor, Malice was a terror to behold. Just her physical appearance demanded respect and inspired fear of authority. Through the Force, she radiated power. Quickly recovering from the surprise, Funami let go of her pride and knelt down for the Dark Council member, bowing her head as she did so and not daring to move until prompted.
“Apologies, my lord. The incident is most regrettable.”
Oops.
Most regrettable, indeed, that their choice was to mug weaker acolytes out in the open. It was even more regrettable the five big acolytes armed with vibroswords faced one little unarmed Funami. And the most regrettable of all was being seen and caught red handed. Had it happened in the tombs, all this fake regret could have been avoided. Ultimately though, strength prevailed over weakness and with a bit of luck, the freshest corpse on Korriban would not be missed by anyone of importance. Funami could take a bit of necessary scolding, writhing and wallowing in the satisfaction her challenger no longer drew breath. Survival mattered - everything else took secondary place on Korriban. Admittedly though, she should have lured the acolyte to the stairs first. Accidents like that happened every day.
The group of acolytes grabbed the still warm body of their former leader and left the scene at brisk pace. The slithering and crawling slugs would feast today, turn another useless weakling into a part of the ecosystem.
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Post by Darth Malice on Apr 4, 2019 12:06:48 GMT -5
Darth Malice didn't even look down at Funami "Get up and follow me. Your lessons will begin almost immediately." She set of without giving the young acolyte time to catch up. Just as before the guards stood to attention as she passed them. Inside a large statue stood in the main hall, some sith of old that she cared little of. A few passing Overseers stopped and bowed before her as she walked off into one of the corridors at the back. She followed the corridors to the torture area, in a few cages were failed acolytes, sith and any captives that foolishly trespassed onto Korriban. She cared not for their pleas for help or mercy, instead she walked up to a keypad and as her wrist passed the wall shuddered as a door opened in the wall. She turned back to see if Funami had followed her "Little sith, if you want to learn from me, your first task will be getting used to getting messy. Follow me if you wish to learn, if not there is a spare cell that you can lock yourself in. I don't care which you do but you have potential. Do not disappoint me." Funami Teriyaki |
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Post by Funami Teriyaki on Apr 4, 2019 13:08:50 GMT -5
Funami rose, perking her eyebrows in unconcealed surprise. Malice’s enigmatic words piqued her interest and she did not know whether to feel excitement or trepidation at the prospect of things to come. Sith lessons came in various forms and one could easily lose life itself if not careful. Nevertheless, the late bloomer swiftly padded after the Darth, their footsteps echoing through the Academy’s great halls. The sounds of life and bustling activity eventually died down as corridors less travelled accepted the Sith duo and led them down to some of the most sinister chambers hidden within the monumental structure that was the academy. Greeted by a room she had never been to before, Funami scrutinized her surroundings, taking in every detail. Cages and cells firmly held their captives like wild animals, forcing them suffer through what felt like centuries of waiting for the inevitable. The air reeked of sweat and death, furthering the oppressive atmosphere. Tormented wails of the damned filled her ears, yet she cared nothing for their failure or crime. To pity the weak meant inviting weakness into one’s heart. Sith were ruthless, individualistic creatures – and so Funami had adapted to their stance.
As the armored terror opened a passage in the wall, Funami’s gaze peered past the Sith lady. What awaited her there she could not tell, but rejecting Malice’s proposal promised fate worse than death itself. Not like the thought ever took seed the little girl’s mind. Hungry for power and eager to learn from one of the empire’s most powerful beings, Funami showed no hesitation. After all, decency and morality were such a small price to pay if it meant a chance at joining the architects shaping the future of the galaxy. Just thinking about how many would kill to be in her shoes right now filled Funami with excitement. A nod of her head followed.
“Of course, lord Malice. I'm here to become Sith and I'll do whatever is necessary to succeed.”
Success or death. The way of the Sith.
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Post by Darth Malice on Apr 4, 2019 15:09:00 GMT -5
Darth Malice was pleased with the girl's response, it would of been a shame to have to dispose of such a potential acolyte. She swiped her hand over a console in the darkened room and numerous light sources flickered to light. Around the room was desks with numerous scrolls and data-pads littered about, each one filled with information about artifacts and sith Alchemy. Pedastals at the back of the room house the numerous artifacts that she had claimed over the years: Kalig's countenance, Gauntlets of Ragnos and the scepter of Ragnos. All artifacts long since believed lost to the ages or destroyed by rebels or Jedi. "Touch any of them and you will regret it!" A passageway to the side could also be seen, inside came muffled groans of pain, Malice turned to look towards the opening "Oh don't mind him, he just isnt happy that he is little more than bio-matter for my experiments." Funami Teriyaki |
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Post by Funami Teriyaki on Apr 4, 2019 17:47:59 GMT -5
The lights burst to life, illuminating a wide variety of items. This had to be the Sith lady’s vault of sorts, containing some of her more prized possessions and work. Most of it was utterly boring to Funami – she had yet to develop a fondness for Sith culture. Sparing the plethora of invaluable information a brief glance, the girl’s focus was drawn toward the artifacts. Funami’s knowledge concerning old artifacts was woefully lacking, and thus she considered the displayed treasures little more than mere trophies. Interesting trophies nevertheless, reminding her of papa’s large collection of Atrisian swords. Leaning awfully close, the girl put them all to scrutiny, though she remained cautious and avoided any sort of physical contact. It was then that she experienced a humming of sorts in her mind, a strange sensation hard to put into words.
She had felt similar vibrations in her head when near the Sith emperor or other potent practitioners of the dark side. Not even the screams coming from nearby had the power to distract her from pursuing the matter that had plagued her mind for some time. Was this the ability to sense the Force? The academy’s instructors had talked about it, though Funami’s underdeveloped ability to sense simply could not hold up to standards. This presented an interesting experiment. Leaning back and forth, she focused on the feeling, trying to identify it in her mind. The corners of her lips curled into a smile as she realized that, with a bit of effort, she could distinguish the items from one another based purely on their presence in the Force. Malice felt different also, filling the Atrisian’s soul with dread, and so Funami hastily broke her concentration and hurried to the Sith lady.
“Sorry,” said the child softly, “What sort of experiments?”
As if wanting to find the answer for herself, Funami instinctively turned her head in the same direction as Malice, bearing witness to the Dark Council member’s work and by far the most gruesome sight so far.
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Post by Darth Malice on Apr 5, 2019 0:58:01 GMT -5
On the table lay what could only be assumed as a human male. However it was hard to tell as it appeared that he was missing limbs and what was missing was replaced with some sort of bio-mechanics. The Bio-mechanics seemed alive though as it seemed to move the more you looked at it causing more and more groans from the subject. "He isn't complete yet. Still needs a lot of work but things are progressing." commented Darth Malice from behind Funami. She walked into the room and look at the subjects vitals "Still holding in strong there. The moans of the man became warped as the bio-mechanics made their way into his mouth and down his throat. Malice wasn't phased by any of this she just looked back at Funami and removed her mask and placed it down "Cybernetics are good for numerous things but Bio-mechanics are just that one step further. At least that is what I believe. As you can see it's not a perfect practice nor is it a entirely beautiful one until it has completed its transformation." She walked out of the room and went and sat down in a clean chair and just relaxed for a moment. Funami Teriyaki |
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Post by Funami Teriyaki on Apr 5, 2019 5:29:29 GMT -5
Funami approached the table. The grotesque heap that used to be an ordinary man hardly bothered her. If anything, sparks of curiosity started dancing in her eyes and she had to resist the childish urge to poke the bio-mechanical parts and see how they’d react. It reminded her of papa’s research a bit, his hunt for uplifting the human body to another level of perfection. Knowing the Darth could flood her head with nasty memories and images though, Funami revealed nothing and merely observed the bio-mechanics at work. Even though Malice claimed her work to be far from finished, Funami thought she heard a hint of pride in the Sith’s voice when she presented her work.
“Does my first task have something to do with this experiment?” asked the Atrisian, turning around to let her sight fall upon the resting red-skinned Sith, no longer wearing the creepy mask. The test subject squirmed and struggled against the painful jolts running through his form. To no avail. All pleas of mercy fell on deaf ears as Funami showed him her back and padded closer to the powerful and terrifying member of the Dark Council. She was eager to get started down the path of Sith and master the telekinetic power she wielded to unheard-of degrees.
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Post by Darth Malice on Apr 5, 2019 10:50:47 GMT -5
Darth Malice let out a chuckle “You could put him into that tune over there. As much of a state he is in, the body still needs sustenance to survive. Secure him inside to that power cable to the spinal cord then hit the level on the side of the pod. That will close the lid and keep him from escaping.”
Malice rubbed her tired eyes and watched Funami “Your first real task will be to go to the training room in the academy and I want you to persuade another acolyte to fight as your champion against someone.l
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Post by Funami Teriyaki on Apr 5, 2019 13:23:38 GMT -5
Funami internally cringed at the idea of physically touching the man, not to mention moving him with her hands was a task far above her level of strength. An impossible exercise for a small child like her, it turned trivial when Funami utilized her potent telekinesis on the man, doing as Malice had instructed. Once plugged in and sealed within the tube, the grisly experiment was left alone and Funami heard out the Darth’s words.
A small frown crossed her expression. Admittedly, the girl had expected something to do with telekinesis, her one and only area of expertise. When it came to other powers, the little Atrisian would lose any sort of competition against even the freshest acolytes perhaps. Of course, Sith valued more than an outstanding arsenal of Force related techniques. Trickery, cunning, shrewdness; all vital qualities and highly regarded by the order. To lie, cheat, play mind games with other beings – any Sith who wished to rise through the strictly hierarchal pyramid of the order needed to learn them, master them. Getting others to fight for her would have been easy had she been on Atrisia; papa’s loyal bodyguards were always willing to lay down their lives to protect the Teriyaki family. Alas, on a dog eat dog world like Korriban, finding loyalty and willingness to die for another was like breaking into the emperor’s vault.
Returning the way she came and starting toward the training room, Funami realized all too well she had to offer what every self-respecting Sith craved; power. Power was blood to the order. Those without power found themselves buried six feet under, tromped upon by someone stronger, smarter. Funami was also acutely aware she had nothing concrete to offer other than information. She needed someone big, capable with a blade. Not too bright though. Quickly, her eyes scanned the training room for familiar faces as she passed through the doorframe. One acolyte in particular caught her attention. He was one of those who had tried to rob her earlier, he had also seen her leave with the Darth.
Perfect.
Smiling innocently and humming a childish tune, she skipped toward the training man. His vibrosword’s wide arch stopped just in time to avoid cleaving the pink-haired acolyte in half.
“Hi again!”
“Here to collect?” scoffed the older acolyte, “Sorry to disappoint. I don’t work for little kids. Nothing personal, it’d hurt my reputation.”
“Are you sure~?“ She playfully cocked her head to the side.
“Sure. And before you think about using the Force to break my neck, know this is….”
“Oh, nonono!” Funami wildly waved her hands, laughing.
“See, there is another acolyte who gives me trouble. I need a bodyguard,” explained the Atrisian and stood on toes to get as close to him as possible, enough to let him catch the sweet scent of her perfume, “I just returned from Darth Malice’s workplace. It’s full of scrolls and artifacts! It just so happens I saw the code to unlock the place. What do you say? You protect me from other acolytes until they realize I’m not to be messed with and I give you the code!”
Staring at her, he weighted the risks and rewards. Greed prevailed over caution and forth came a nod of agreement.
“Tee-hee~! Thank you!“
She giggled and happily clapped her hands in delight. Empty promises were the best kind, full of nothing and yet had the power to move mountains.
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Lady Naefas
The Sith Empire 
Mar 30, 2019 16:02:46 GMT -5
Posts: 13
SE Rank: Sith Lord
Title: Sith
Title: Darksider
Title: Assassin
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Post by Lady Naefas on Apr 5, 2019 23:51:11 GMT -5
Lady Naefas
Sith Lord (Lady)
Tag: Darth Malice Funami Teriyaki
It's been several millenia since Coyanna stepped foot on Korriban. Her father as rumors set that he built a consortium for that of the Sith race. Coyanna roamed the dirt streets of Dreshade. Her outfit simple but showing of true power. It was the robes of her mother, Vaylin Naefas. Black with a dark gold trim, a kama on the front and back that was knee length, a black cape over her shoulders down her back with a hood up over her sith human hybrid face that had a rebreather mask on. Her other portions of the outfit was tight leather with knee high tech boots. Her eyes glowing red from her power.  Lady Naefas stood on the edge of a cliff watching the Sith Academy in the distance. Curious, 6,000 years and the place still looks new Coyanna thought to herself. Her father must of had it restored. Then Lady Naefas got a surprised look on her face, her sights disgusted her. A pink haired girl skipping through the sand to the academy. Pink hair.......on a child......attending the academy.........that's pathetic Coyanna thought. Lady Naefas remained in her spot watching the Academy. A drunk from the local bar approached her. Hey there ugly red skinned bi.......Lady Naefas not moving a muscle force choked him but let go and he fell to his knees. Again without moving she threw the man off the cliff and he screamed as he fell to his death. Coyanna simply shook her head never taking her eyes off the academy. |
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Post by Darth Malice on Apr 6, 2019 1:27:29 GMT -5
Darth Malice watched as Funami Teriyaki did as she asked, this task had indeed been trivial as she knew the girl shouldn't of had any issue finishing this. Closing her eyes she reached out with the force and watched Funami as she left on her second task. She chuckled to herself as she watched the young girl make a deal with one of the males from earlier. "Code? There was no code, the greed of most acolytes in this place, it makes them stupid. This could be interesting indeed." she looked outside the room and saw a 9ft tall, heavily built acolyte and with a grin forced him to enter the room to confront the two acolytes in an empowered rage. Her attention was diverted away from seeing the results as she felt a strong presence arrive just outside of the academy and she seemed now more awake "Come...Come to me." her voice a whisper in the force to Lady Naefas as she let a fraction of her power overwhelm those of the academy to be used as a beacon. |
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Post by Funami Teriyaki on Apr 6, 2019 5:37:03 GMT -5
A tall shadow fell upon Funami and her chosen. Casting a questioning look at the gargantuan acolyte who had entered the room, the girl watched as the monster approached and greeted the other man with a punch square in the jaw. Looking like a child suddenly wasn’t bad at all. It certainly made her look so non-threatening the attacker never even glanced her pay. Or perhaps he did not see her down there as she scurried away, getting out of the immediate combat zone and observing the fight from afar. Left hook, right hook, the new combatant never even needed to pull out his sword, easily sending his opponent to the floor. The giant of a man knelt on Funami’s ‘champion’, beating him to a pulp. Sheer animal-like ferocity mirrored in his wide open eyes. Punch after punch, strikes rained down the loser’s face without pity or mercy.
“Get up and fight! You can do it! I believe in you!” Funami called and nothing happened. How infuriating! Everyone ignored her!
She really needed to do everything. These acolytes were the worst Sith she had ever seen! Extending both arms toward the motionless body, she grasped his limp, broken arms, seized the torso in an invisible cord of telekinetic energy, and made him rise. Like a puppet, his arms moved as she twitched her fingers, his body floated according to her arm motions. Vibroblade at the ready, the unconscious man charged his opponent just as the latter made his first step toward little Funami. More punches and jabs showered the hovering body with unparalleled strength, yet the charge did not stop, driven by this unseen power coming from the Atrisian acolyte’s hands.
Funami had to admit. The challenger was a fury incarnate, enraged to the point his strength and speed became superhuman. But his opponent knew no pain no longer. The floating one’s relentless attempts at slashing the empowered mass of muscle never ended. Even as the attacker tried to ignore the levitated body and throw himself at Funami to wring the brat’s neck, the brat just threw one body at another and let them collide, stopping any charge without difficulty. With the vibroblade’s sharpness gleaming about, an accident was bound to happen sooner or later. When it did, the hulking student’s arm fell to the ground, followed by a fountain of fresh blood and the acolyte himself. Only then did Funami relinquish her hold on the beaten, broken ally.
“Good job! You were great!”
Padding over to the victorious acolyte, she leaned down.
“Psst. The code is one two three four five.” Her lips whispered into the ear of her fellow conspirator.
Not sparing the two another glance, she left them behind, either unconscious or dying in pools of blood. What a mess. Funami was happy none of that got on her pristine knee socks. Whistling innocently, she strolled back to Malice. Nobody paid the strange Sith student any mind as she walked by.
A tremor ran through the Force, powerful enough for Funami to notice and more than enough to pause her mid-motion for a second.
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Lady Naefas
The Sith Empire
Mar 30, 2019 16:02:46 GMT -5
Posts: 13
SE Rank: Sith Lord
Title: Sith
Title: Darksider
Title: Assassin
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Post by Lady Naefas on Apr 7, 2019 13:02:37 GMT -5
Lady Naefas
Sith Lord (Lady)
Tag: Darth Malice Funami Teriyaki
Naefas could feel Malice call out to her. A welcoming feeling of the Darkside. Soon her Knights of Zakuul approached her. She waved for them to stay. Naefas jumped off the cliff using the force to slow her she landed next to the dead drunk that had imploded on the rocks. Blood was splattered everywhere. Naefas gave a twisted smile and proceeded towards the Sith Academy. Once she was in front of the academy she looked up at its massive size.  She walked into its grand opening and into the grand open room.  Naefas takes a moment to admire the giant obelisk in the center of the grand hall before finally sensing the source of the call. She slightly turned her head to her right to see Darth Malice. |
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