Darth Pyktis
The Sith Empire 
Mar 19, 2019 16:09:38 GMT -5
Posts: 28
SE Rank: Darth
Title: Warrior
Title: Darksider
Title: War Lord
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Post by Darth Pyktis on Mar 20, 2019 12:51:14 GMT -5
Darth Pyktis
Dark Council Darth
Dromund Kaas, The capital of the Sith Empire, Kaas City 100% rebuilt to it's identical form in The Old Republic. Still a dark heavy electrified storm covered jungle world. The rain pelting down on the robes of the 7'4" tall Dark Councilor known as Darth Pyktis as he was walking through the streets of Kaas City. His black and silver mask covering his Sith pureblood face with the hood up over his head, scarf around his neck and shoulders going down his back, his floor length sleeves robes with black cloth armor on his arms all complimenting his dark style. It felt good being on Kaas City. The Galaxy stil recovering from the war from The Shadow but in time, But in due time The Sith Empire would rise. Pyktis stopped at a street vendor selling Imperial collectibles. Pyktis enjoyed collecting little things like these so he'd figure he'd browse the merchant's wares.
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Post by Darth Malice on Mar 20, 2019 13:41:56 GMT -5
Darth Malice was sat in a large chamber housed within the Citadel surrounding herself in the dark side of the force. The last words she heard from The Shadow still echoed in her mind. 'You have merely delayed the enevitable.' She could only assume that it meant that the three factions would bring ruin to each other due to so many comflicting desires. Those desires though could be manipulated to serve the Empire needs. She let her power flow freely for once and swamped the chamber with her own dark side energies. Her eyes glowed purple for a moment like when she used Force Walk before returning to her usual red color. as she bathed in the darkness around her.
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Post by Funami Teriyaki on Mar 25, 2019 13:53:56 GMT -5
Constant, never-ending rain refused to yield in its intensity as it bombarded a tiny white umbrella with heavy droplets. Beneath the white colored fabric sauntered a most uncharacteristic addition to Sith society. Almost like a child sized doll, the petite Atrisian practically screamed out of place. Her school uniform and incredibly fluffy, pink hued hair hardly made her appear an imposing figure. And yet she strolled around as if she owned the place – carefully avoiding puddles dotting the streets of Kaas city, focused on not getting a single drop of water on her childish attire. Many would brand her a daughter of some influential figure – and they’d be completely right – but there was more to her than seemingly infinite resources and powerful parents.
The Force flowed through Funami, gifting the Atrisian with exceptional psychokinetic powers she believed unparalleled.
Such a shame the Sith could not see her untapped potential. She had to make them see, make them train her, make papa happy and proud!
But right now she wanted those famous Sith cookies more than anything.
Soaked to the bone, Funami’s cohort of servants quickly followed after the little Atrisian as she roamed from one vendor to another. They’d been sent by papa also, to look after his daughter and see to her every need. It wouldn’t be appropriate for a Teriyaki to parade around like a common peasant!
Spying who she could only assume to be Sith judging by appearance, the petite Atrisian hopped over another puddle and softly padded toward the figure. Unfazed, she approached confidently, as if meeting an equal or less.
She was the most powerful being in the galaxy, after all.
Obviously.
“I was promised cookies. Where can I get cookies?” She questioned without a hint of fear or hesitation in her voice, purple eyes looking straight into the man’s ominous mask.
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Darth Pyktis
The Sith Empire
Mar 19, 2019 16:09:38 GMT -5
Posts: 28
SE Rank: Darth
Title: Warrior
Title: Darksider
Title: War Lord
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Post by Darth Pyktis on Mar 26, 2019 12:42:08 GMT -5
Darth Pyktis
Darth
Dark Council
Tag: Darth Malice Funami Teriyaki
Pyktis could sense Malice was troubled. A feeling he shared for his common dark councilor and not to mention a member of his species. Pyktis looked to the citadel pin pointing Malice's location through the force. Then his thoughts were interrupted hearing a squeaky voice about cookies. Pyktis turned his head to the pink haired brat that stood before him. His massive 7 foot 4 inch tall body towering over her. He looked into her eyes through the mirrored glasteel visor of his mask speaking in a "Altered Voice" done by his mask.
Do I know you? Apparently not I do not associate with such.....bright color. You're standing in a massive metropolitan Imperial City with dozens of restaurants around, I'm sure they can give you a cookie.
Pyktis unaware she was the newest acolyte just thinking she was a mere Imperial citizen. Pyktis turned his attention back to the Citadel and headed towards it. It was over a mile away but it's massive size made it seem closer. Once arrived Pyktis entered the citadel marching past the grand hall and to the lifts. Pyktis got into a lift and pressed a button. The lift took him to the RESTRICTED floor where only Dark Council and the Emperor could go. Pyktis found Malice in one of the sanctum chambers and stood quietly with his hands behind his back, not wanting to interrupt her bath in Darkside Energies.
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Post by Darth Malice on Mar 26, 2019 16:45:18 GMT -5
Darth Malice could sense Pyktis as he entered the chamber. With a deep inhale she stood up and turned to face him, purple energy rippled off her before fading. “Greetings Lord Pyktis, to what do I owe the honor of your visit?”
She wasn’t in her armor and had instead decided to go for something more informal with an long elegant black dress of imperial design. “How fares the citizens of our fair capital? Working hard for the Empire I hope, I wouldn’t wish to waste valuable resources in showing someone the folly of wasting time.”
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Post by Funami Teriyaki on Mar 26, 2019 17:41:51 GMT -5
“Sith are supposed to have cookies! I want my cookies! This is false advertising!” exclaimed the child, tightening her hold on the umbrella until her knuckles went white.
And nothing happened. Dismissing her request utterly, the daunting figure up and left, leaving her in the rain as it continued to thud down without interruption. A perplexed expression stole into her face. Although looking like a mere child, there were few things that infuriated her more than not being taken seriously. Or even worse – ignored by the very people supposedly sharing the magnificent gift of the Force with her. Entering a reality where the entire galaxy did not bow to her power had been a huge disappointment so far, but she refused to yield in her persistence just yet.
Hastily flitting left and right, her violet eyes searched for the easily recognizable robe that adorned the tall Sith. He proved trivial to find, and although briskly gaining distance, Funami rushed after him, no longer caring about the puddles of water to stain her shoes and socks.
“Oh, and another thing! When will the Sith emperor start tutoring me?!”
Alas, he vanished within a monumental building. With her entire entourage in tow, Funami followed into the towering structure that was the citadel, earning many raised eyebrows. She cared not, focused solely at finding the one who had led her there. The umbrella closed, seemingly on its own, as she directed her telekinetic power into it, making the rain-defying tool menacingly hover over her head as if ready to strike the ignorant Sith should he appear.
The burning furnace of her fury proved too much though, shattering the poor brolly to splinters.
“Ugh!”
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Darth Pyktis
The Sith Empire
Mar 19, 2019 16:09:38 GMT -5
Posts: 28
SE Rank: Darth
Title: Warrior
Title: Darksider
Title: War Lord
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Post by Darth Pyktis on Mar 26, 2019 17:57:21 GMT -5
Darth Pyktis
Darth
Dark Council
Tag: Darth Malice Funami Teriyaki
Pyktis ignored the complaints of the child as he strode off........
Once Malice turned to look to Pyktis and speak to him he simply nodded before replying. The citizens of the Empire are doing as predicted, something useful to help the Empire grow, all but for a pink hair child down in the plaza near the victory spheres, demanding cookies.
Pyktis shook his head before continuing on. I am here because I felt you disturbed, please inform me, what bothers you?
Pyktis keeping eye contact with his fellow Dark Council member, however did take a look at her attire admiring the formal wear. Pyktis himself usually always kept to his normal robes.
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Post by Darth Malice on Mar 26, 2019 18:09:01 GMT -5
Malice thought for a moment, 'Pink haired girl?' Something then clicked in her mind "Ah that is probably Funami Teriyaki. A young girl but could do with a reality check. She comes from a well of family on some planet, so she thinks her position holds something here." Her mind soon went back to Pyktis reason for being here "Just something that the Shadow said before we disposed of it. Part of me worries for out empire and the survivability of our race as a hole. I know we have survived a lot over the centuries but everything eventually comes to an end. I fear we are not strong enough to survive something of that magnitude again." Her focused her mood into hatred for the republic "So how go the reports on the other powers within the galaxy? Are they rebuilding better than we are?" Darth PyktisFunami Teriyaki |
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Post by Funami Teriyaki on Mar 27, 2019 10:42:57 GMT -5
Reverence was a curious thing – to those ordered to follow Funami around, the little girl represented an untouchable radiant brilliance. Towing her like a pack of grateful dogs, they obediently entered the turbolift, practically surrounding her in a curious half-circle to ensure the child of Teriyaki had enough personal space and thus no reason to complain. A simple telekinetic nudge and the turbolift went up, up to the forbidden floor guarded by the emperor’s finest. Whether Funami did not know it to be off limits or refused to acknowledge such fact mattered not. The lift’s hum announced her glorious arrival and she got off, instantly followed by her faithful servants.
The pink-haired Sithling advanced no further; pikes and searing red lightsabers stopped the curious creature in her tracks before she could explore and find someplace to file her complaint. Something told her the robed figures weren’t concerned about the criminal lack of Sith cookies. Appearing more out of place than ever, the little girl looked up, observing the guards with child-like interest.
“Ah. So that’s how the emperor’s elite look like.”
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Darth Pyktis
The Sith Empire
Mar 19, 2019 16:09:38 GMT -5
Posts: 28
SE Rank: Darth
Title: Warrior
Title: Darksider
Title: War Lord
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Post by Darth Pyktis on Mar 27, 2019 15:51:04 GMT -5
Darth Pyktis
Darth
Dark Council
Tag: Darth Malice Funami Teriyaki
Pyktis nodded to her comments. What was it that the Shadow had to say to you? Must be something of Great interest for you to be troubled.
Pyktis heard the guards stopping someone.
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Down the hall, Funami was instantly swarmed by 12 Imperial Guards and 25 Imperial Shadow Guards all in the defence position to cut down the child intruder with no mercy.
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Post by Darth Malice on Mar 27, 2019 16:35:44 GMT -5
"Whilst it was diving about in my mind, it told me that we were merely delaying the inevitable. That one day we will come across another threat just as great." she looked over to the sound of the guards and shook her head. "Pity her family are of use to the greater machinations of the galaxy or I would suggest we kill her on the spot. I don't feel in the mood for the usual torture right now." She placed a hand on Darth Pyktis arm "So how are things outside of Sith space?" |
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Darth Pyktis
The Sith Empire
Mar 19, 2019 16:09:38 GMT -5
Posts: 28
SE Rank: Darth
Title: Warrior
Title: Darksider
Title: War Lord
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Post by Darth Pyktis on Mar 27, 2019 23:01:31 GMT -5
Darth Pyktis
Darth
Dark Council
Tag: Darth Malice Funami Teriyaki
Pyktis listened to her words hanging on them. Giving deep thought about what The Shadow had said to Malice. Then he listened to what she said about the child down the hall. I'm not sure what to make of The Shadow's words, it's dead, we all watched it explode, we may have to share this info with the rest of the council. As for the child, I agree, I'd love to fillet her alive, but she may prove useful in the future.
Pyktis placed his hand on Malice's hand that was over his arm.
All are still rebuilding from the war, The Jedi order still rest in their cradle of power on coruscant, The Mandalorians are settling in on Mandalore I'd assume, and reports from Imperial Intelligence said the Galactic Republic is reforming, but no idea where, I have scouts searching. The Emperor has claimed he's conditioning an intelligence agent to infiltrate the republic, but nothing else is known.
Pyktis kept his gaze on Malice through his visor.
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Post by Darth Malice on Mar 28, 2019 2:09:25 GMT -5
She patted his arm and nodded "I agree, let's go deal with the child before she gets herself killed. She is no use to us dead, well except for biological matter for one of my experiments but I try not to work on one so young." Darth Malice then walked to the door of the chamber and turned back to Darth Pyktis as her hand rested against the door "Not all things that die, remain dead, souls can live on and sentience strong enough always finds a way of surviving. What is to say it didn't manage to upload a copy of it's conscience somewhere before it 'died'?" She pushed open the chamber doors and looked over at the girl surrounded by the guards. "Tell me how does a little girl of the Teriyaki clan, manage to make her way to the upper floors of the citadel? You shouldn't have even been allowed to use the turbolift to this level." Funami Teriyaki |
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Post by Funami Teriyaki on Mar 28, 2019 7:38:06 GMT -5
As expected, her servants hid back and trusted their pink-haired deity to deal with the situation – she was certain they truly believed she could just wave her hand and turn everyone into glue – but Funami knew her abilities better than anyone. She could tell when she was outgunned. Although ideas raced through her mind, suggesting various routes and tactics to make her victorious, those presented little more than contingency plans should things go awry. The citadel’s tight corridors made for a terrible battlefield. Not enough room to maneuver and keep one’s distance from the angrily humming vibro weapons. This fact went the other way around as well – if she retreated, it would be very possible to make a stand in a tighter corridor, bottleneck the large number of guards and only deal with the most pressing threat at the front.
And the simplest of all choices – to turn tail and leave.
Alas, all notions of combat ground to a halt as two well-dressed figured appeared from the other end of the hallway. One was none other than the masked Sith from earlier, the other a red-skinned lady. Funami’s violet gaze remained on the woman – she had never seen one of their kind before. A loud gulp filled the silence that ensued after the red-skinned Sith said what the pink-haired child did not want to hear.
Little girl.
These words tore a hole into her prideful demeanor. For everyone outside Atrisia, she was nothing more than a little girl, looked down upon by peers and superiors alike. No longer was she the Funami Teriyaki, prodigal child who supposedly could use her limitless power to make Atrisian suns rise and set. Where some considered her a living deity, the Sith thought her a nameless brat. Nothing could have been more insulting.
The hurt continued to resonate within, suddenly accompanied by sparks of anger. Clenching her petite hands into fists, she desperately wished for an outlet, something to grip, squeeze, crush, destroy.
But rather than giving in, the voice of reason in her head told her to give the Sith what they wanted. Even if she had to forget about Sith cookies.
Swallowing her pride, Funami put on the sweetest of smiles and bent her knees while bowing her head, not forgetting to hold her crimson skirt out from her body in a traditional curtsy.
“You must forgive me, most esteemed lords of the Sith, for I am not familiar with the citadel’s layout,” she said with a voice sweeter than her smile, “And to be fair, there were no guards to stop me either.”
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Darth Pyktis
The Sith Empire
Mar 19, 2019 16:09:38 GMT -5
Posts: 28
SE Rank: Darth
Title: Warrior
Title: Darksider
Title: War Lord
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Post by Darth Pyktis on Mar 29, 2019 14:01:20 GMT -5
Darth Pyktis
Darth
Dark Council
Tag: Darth Malice Funami Teriyaki
Pyktis found Malice's words very interesting as she walked out into the hall. Pyktis followed her to the little girl and waited for both to finish speaking. When the child mentioned no guards to stop her, Pyktis looked around curiously at the Imperial Guard and Imperial Shadow Guards. Pyktis then looks back to the child.
No guards to stop you? It seems there's at least over 2 dozen guards around us that are ready to kill you where you stand. Future note, only the Emperor, the Dark Council, Imperial Hands, The Emperor's wrath and voice are allowed on these floors. If the Emperor came down the hall right now, he'd kill you, he don't care what excuse you have for being on this floor, keep that in mind.
Pyktis waited for a reply from either of the two.
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