Doctor Crow
The Sith Empire 
Apr 15, 2019 14:07:38 GMT -5
Posts: 5
Title: Alchemist
Title: Arcane Magic User
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Post by Doctor Crow on May 2, 2019 16:18:53 GMT -5
NEIDNA, a world devoured by the Darkside, a red Nebula, and pure darkness. The planet a complete dead Wasteland with some of the scariest most deadliest creatures in the galaxy. The entire planet shrouded in a dark red sky making everything red or black on the planet. A place where the lightside of the force doesn't exist, those that venture here are sure to be corrupted by the darkness or be driven mental. The planet having various secrets of its own. One such was below the surface. The Dark labs of an Undead Alchemist surgeon named Dr. Crow. The lab was rather dark with low lighting, the lighting was only in places where it was deemed needed.
The metal of Crow's boots could be heard clanking around as he walked preparing everything for the arrival of a Sith Apprentice he was informed was coming to him for conditioning. Dr. Crow was filling Vials getting the experiment table and syringes and hoses ready. The sounds of the lab were all too creepy. Sounds like things were moving around, the toxins and potions bubbling, computers beeping and working.
LAB AMBIANCE FOR IMMERSION
The smells in the air were stale, and rancid from various toxins and potions filling the air with their scent. Dr. Crow patiently waited for the arrival of his guests as he worked. He knew Darth Malice and the Apprentice must first visit the Nexus Alter before they came to him. But Dr. Crow would patiently wait the arrival while continuing to work on creating new toxins.
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Post by Darth Malice on May 2, 2019 16:37:56 GMT -5
The Dissolution came out of hyperspace just outside a dark red nebula. Those on the bridge knew their target lay within. Darth Malice stood and looked out through the viewport before looking down at her apprentice Funami Teriyaki "All your training has led you to this moment, Funami. If you wish to survive here you will need to have learned breath control. The air here is toxic and it's very hot here. I do not even believe that the natives will even respect you until you prove it. Do not use the force on them unless you wish to be killed. They won't think twice about doing it. Now please, go get Darth Pyktis from my quarters. He will be joining us on the planet below." Once she knew her apprentice was out of view, she moved her hand over her stomach "Calm yourself, little one. We will return home soon.But first we must have you feed from this nexus so you can grow up strong." she whispered. |
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Post by Funami Teriyaki on May 2, 2019 18:00:47 GMT -5
The day had finally come and Funami Teriyaki stood ready to tackle another challenge conceived within Darth Malice’s devious mind. Despite not knowing much about what lay ahead, the little Sithling radiated confidence. Her psychokinetic abilities practically ached to seize something, anything, and make short work of it. Among acolytes, the young Atrisian had no equal when it came to telekinesis. Now was finally the time to prove herself worthy of knighthood and imagined papa’s chest swelling with pride. It would be a lie to claim she was doing it for him though; power for the sake of power, the motto of every worthy Sith. Funami knew only one being in the entire universe had the right to fully utilize her power and command it at will, just one master she truly obeyed.
Herself.
Tearing her gaze off the view that took place behind the viewport, the Sithling cast a sideways glance at her teacher. The very first piece of information came like a punch in the gut. Toxic air. Breath control. Supposedly an ability known to even the lowliest of acolytes, yet Funami had struggled endlessly before reaching a somewhat acceptable degree of skill in that. It simply infuriated her, this inability to effortlessly wheeze through new powers when using telekinesis was practically second nature. Countless hours and many sleepless nights had been sacrificed to training and practice, but it wasn’t enough. It almost made her regret sleeping until lunch and playing video games so often. Almost. She had learned long ago that most battles were fought within the mind, and thus denied doubt from taking seed.
“Oh. Okay. Of course, Darth Malice. On my way.” A mutter slipped past her lips and she quickly parted way with the Dark lady, still somewhat distraught over the breath control thing. She had almost forgotten to address Darth Malice properly due to that.
The Dissolution had many qualities, but most importantly, it was long. So long that if half as short, it would still be way too long to be travelled on foot. Like any mortal aboard, the pink-haired terror utilized the intricate system of turbolifts and rails to quickly get where she needed and this time was no exception. She had used the time to ponder about breath control some more before her little feet scurried along the hallway that housed personal quarters. Finally regaining her cool, the Sithling telekinetically pushed the ring on the door control panel first to let Pyktis know it was time to put something on. Knowing better than to barge in uninvited, Funami proceeded to lean forward and let her singsong voice speak into the device.
“Lord Pyktis? It is time.”
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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 May 2, 2019 18:28:31 GMT -5
 Darth Pyktis Dark Lord Dark Council Sphere of Technology Tag Darth Malice, Funami Teriyaki, Darth Pyktis Voice Pyktis laying on the bed eyes closed in deep concentration. The last time he came here was the first time him and Malice "bonded" He was chained to the alter and survived the ritual. Malice awarded him greatly for his efforts, but he wasn't the same after. He was darker, stronger, he could feel the power running through his vains line a wild rapid river flowing down a stream. His concentration was broken when he heard the revolting sweet voice of the infernal pink headed child. Pyktis grunted wanting to reach out with the force and crush her skull. Pyktis decided was best not to. He sat up and grabbed his helmet from the nightstand sealing it making it vacuum sealed. He then pulled his hood up over his helmet and approaches the door opening it. Pyktis towered over the small child. Pyktis looking down at her. He then looked forward sweeping past her heading for the bridge. , |
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Post by Darth Malice on May 3, 2019 0:28:05 GMT -5
Tags: Funami Teriyaki, Darth Pyktis, Darth Malice, could feel Pyktis moving towards the bridge through her connection with her ship. Smiling she calmed her unborn child with the force and disguised it's presence once more. Taking in a deep inhale of breath she rested her arms behind her back and looked out of the view port as Neidna slowly came into view, where they were greeted by numerous ships, all of which had a similar design to her own dreadnaught, these however looked a little more organic in nature. Malice opened up the comms to the other ships approaching them "This is Darth Malice of the Sith Empire. We have returned." A moment passed before there was a reply over the comms "Kioska voy, j'us buti won kia laime." ((Understood, you are free to land)) |
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Post by Funami Teriyaki on May 3, 2019 5:16:18 GMT -5
When Darth Pyktis emerged from Malice's private chambers, he was greeted by a violet frown that was up for interpretation, though the child's arms folded across her chest gave a good enough clue to what sort of thought was being formulated in the little pink-haired head. Funami continued to stare daggers at his imposing figure all the way back, always padding close behind, and making him aware she knew many, many things without saying a word. All her assumptions and facts regarding his and Darth Malice’s relationship were never voiced, locked behind the discretion of silence. A faithful disciple, the apprentice understood her place and while definitely fond of testing the boundaries here and there, bringing sensitive matters to the light equaled earning a death sentence and she wasn’t foolish enough for that. After getting her cardio workout for the day and finally reaching the bridge, a sensation of dread and deathly illness swallowed the girl whole, bent on suffocating her signature and snuffing it out. Being surrounded by two members of the Dark council did that, though it also served as a sign the Atrisian’s ability to feel others through the Force had improved.
“Master Malice.” Funami announced the arrival and clasped her hands behind her back again, albeit she knew all the Dark lady must have felt their approach.
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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 May 3, 2019 12:36:18 GMT -5
Darth Pyktis
Dark Lord
Dark Council
Sphere of Technology
Tag: Darth Malice Funami Teriyaki
Darth Pyktis Voice
Pyktis stopped on the bridge next to Malice looking out over the planet. His thoughts grimace. Pyktis heard the shuttle was being prepped for departure to the planet by the Imperial officers over the bridge Coms. He could tell Funami was having some problems but it wasn't his place to even consider it his problem. He was here for a secret assignment given to him by The Sith Emperor himself. Pyktis waited for Malice to be ready to head down to the hangar. |
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Post by Darth Malice on May 3, 2019 17:41:00 GMT -5
Darth Pyktis, Funami Teriyaki, Darth Malice turned to face Pyktis as he joined her on the bridge of the ship. She gave some last minute commands to the bridge crew and left towards the shuttle bay, Pyktis and Funami by her side. She had some ideas she wished to share with Dr Crow when she arrived later at his Laboratory. Until then the formalities were the key part of her visit. She needed to speak with Kailunu Daesha, the current Matriarch of the people. The shuttle journey wasn't too long but as they descended the atmosphere of the planet slowly started to filter through intothe shuttle. The strong pull of the darkside permeated every fiber of the atmosphere. Malice and Pyktis wouldn't of had any issues but She could see that Funami was probably having a few issues adapting "Learn quickly funami or you will not be able to survive what we have in store for you." Darth Pyktis,
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Post by Funami Teriyaki on May 3, 2019 20:05:55 GMT -5
Venturing to the hangar bay meant a whole lot more walking, already turning the trial into quite a trip. In Funami’s childish dreams, all Super Star Destroyers were thrice the size and she never realized one needed to spend half a day to get from one end to another. Finally confronted with reality, the Sithling made a mental promise to settle for a simple Star Destroyer. Unless, of course, the massive city-like ships also housed shopping centers, restaurants, and cafeterias; afraid of getting hopelessly lost in the gargantuan vessel’s innards, Funami had never explored the Dissolution too thoroughly.
Walking beside her master, the pink-haired terror treaded a well-known path, fancy shoes tapping against the metal floor and filling the stretching corridors with an echo. Pacing down the hallway, getting in the turbolift, pacing down another hallway that looked just the same as the previous one and using another turbolift – the monotonous, repetitive scenery was confusing enough to make the Sithling wonder how anyone could stomach it for long without going mad. Upon finally reaching the spacious hangar, her heart skipped a beat and she excitedly rushed toward the shuttle. Boarding it was akin to escaping a nightmare. She could not imagine living aboard over extended periods of time, though it was likely the vast majority of the crew had never set foot beyond their post.
The journey passed quickly enough. Face contorted by sheer effort, the little Sith had spent much of it in practice of breath control. A curious power that one – not impossible to learn, but highly uncomfortable in practice. It meant suppressing the most natural of movements; breathing. Everyone could hold their breath for a short while, yet when it came to hours, days? There was always the temptation to fill one’s lungs with fresh air, especially when mental discipline faltered and the practitioner no longer remembered he or she was supposed to hold their breath. To make matters worse, it wasn’t enough to hold air in one’s lungs; the user also needed to prevent noxious gasses from entering the nostrils. That actually presented the part of breath control Funami had mastered with zero difficulty.
Addressed by the Sith, a slight frown crossed her features and she cast a glance back at the female Darth, nodding. Success or death. She wasn’t unfamiliar with the concept and in fact endorsed it wholeheartedly. Breezing through Korriban and almost any challenge to rise in her path to greatness, Funami hadn’t tasted all that much strife all things considered and often looked down on other acolytes and their silly struggles. The weak perished while the strong grew in power. Ultimately, it was her potential that had brought her to this place. One of the harshest challenges a Sith in training could face. It would be a lie to say she wasn’t excited – she was, very much so. Nearing the world had sapped all child-like joy from her expression though. Funami had gained in seriousness, carrying herself more like a Sith.
“How long until we reach a place with breathable air?”
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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 May 3, 2019 21:46:47 GMT -5
Darth Pyktis
Dark Lord
Dark Council
Sphere of Technology
Tag: Darth Malice Funami Teriyaki
Darth Pyktis Voice
Pyktis turned and walked with Malice towards the hangar, his robes flowing as he walked. One thing he always thought about was the dreadnoughts were rather large so it took some time to get somewhere. Once finally reaching the hangar, Pyktis took in his surroundings. A massive hangar with a shiny black floor. The walls littered with Supremacy Mk 1 Starfighters, hundreds of Imperial troops were respectfully doing their jobs as Imperial Pilots were working on their starfighters. Pyktis boarded the Fury Class Imperial Interceptor and approached the holo table in the center of the ship. He activated it and brought up a holographic image of Neidna. He marked the location to land showing it to the Droid pilot. It had to be a Droid pilot as a normal pilot would die on the planet. Once the location was marked and the ship begun to take off Pyktis Sat down next to Malice and placed his hand on her leg. He then heard Funami ask her question as they drew closer to the planet. Not for a long while will we be anywhere near breathable air.....well normal breathable air. We are going to be here for a handful of months most Likely.Pyktis felt the power of darkside rush over him from the ever looming presence of the planet. He welcomed it in as they only drew closer. Pyktis checked the helmet breathing part and nodded when all systems were normal so he would be just fine on the planet. |
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Post by Darth Malice on May 4, 2019 2:03:26 GMT -5
Tags: Funami Teriyaki, Darth Pyktis, As the doors of the shuttle opened the heat of the planet became apparent. At it's coolest it would have felt like a tropical paradise if not for the heavy thick red atmosphere that seemed to cover everything. Looking around you could see that they had landed on the private landing pad at the Crystal Citadel. Awaiting them was two people, one being Matriach Daesha and a small girl beside her. The girls hair was long and blonde, pale skin and she wore an elegant purple dress. The Matriach though wore a more tech base outfit and short purple hair. Both of them took to the knee as the trio exited the shuttle. Daesha spoke up "Zhelosa atgal kia Neidna, zhol ai zo fashis mad'uo kia ziur j'us darval" Malice smiled "It's good to be back Deasha, the pleasure is all ours." She signaled to them that they could stand to which they followed "You have met Pyktis before and the young lady who is having trouble adapting is Funami Teriyaki, my acolyte. We are here to put her under the rite." she said with a slight chuckle." Daesha chuckled as he looked at Funami, you could almost see as she chuckled her jaw seemingly unhinge and open slightly before settling down. The young girl beside Daesha ran over to Funami and grabbed her hand giving her a huge grin, her mouth opening up entirely to reveal her fangs and powerful jaws "A pleasure to meet you Funami, you look like fun. You are going to love the rite, all those that show signs of the gift under go it I hear." Malice chuckled as the girl ran over and almost hugged Funami, she watched carefully though as she was unaware of how Funami would react to the child's unique appearance |
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Post by Funami Teriyaki on May 4, 2019 6:38:31 GMT -5
Months! For all the progress she had made toward learning breath control, Funami wasn’t willing to trust the technique with her survival for so long. But she was a Sith and Sith were known to cheat and help themselves however they could. Survival was paramount and above all else, especially her survival, and thus she had decided to act accordingly. With the utmost discretion, Funami sneaked away and went through the ship’s emergency compartment. Definitely considering the situation an emergency, she found a breath mask and inconspicuously inserted it beneath her scarlet cape. With the deed done, she returned to practicing the technique while summoning an invisible barrier to shield her from the toxic air that flooded the ship the moment they touched the planet’s surface and opened the airlock.
The world’s red hue stretched as fast as eyes could see. It had a certain charm to it, shame about the toxic air – as of right now, the Sithling had yet to use the breathing technique, effectively consuming only the breathable air trapped within her masterfully woven barrier. Funami only spent a moment to admire the view though, padding down the boarding ramp to be welcomed by two natives who showed their respect for the Sith trio. It was then that Funami spied a fellow little girl, almost as adorable as her. A challenger! Taking it as a competition, the pink-haired apprentice reacted the only way she could.
“Awwww! You look sooo cute!” Funami squeaked excitedly and her little shoes pounded the ground to deliver her to the other ball of cuteness. Their hands met, fingers entwined, heads colliding, and both looked Darth Malice’s way, grinning uncontrollably. Funami’s little fang-like canine tooth showed.
“We’ll be the best of friends, OK?” The Sithling purred into her new friend’s ear and gave her trademark child-like laugh.
“Tee-hee-hee~”
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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 May 14, 2019 12:25:45 GMT -5
Darth Pyktis
Dark Lord
Dark Council
Sphere of Technology
Tag: Darth Malice Funami Teriyaki
Darth Pyktis Voice
Pyktis walked down the ramp behind Malice and bowed to Daesha. He then looked to Funami being "cute" with the locals. This was embarrassing, how do Malice ever hope to make this child worthy of being a Sith. Pyktis leaned over to Malice and whispered so only Malice could hear. Can we just kill her? Pyktis then straightened up and awaited. |
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Post by Darth Malice on May 14, 2019 13:23:44 GMT -5
Darth Malice watched Funami being cute, causing her to swallow some bile that was building up in her throat. She hit Pyktis on the chest when she heard his comment "No we will not. The ritual will deal with her cuteness. You remember the effect it had on you?" She whispered back at him. The girl smiled at Funami and let go of her hands "After the rite, until then I cannot." Daesha bowed her head at Pyktis "I remember him well. As for your apprentice, the rite will be conducted in the usual place. She is not what I expected, my lady." Malice didn't take any offence to Daesha's comment "She in gifted in a particular area, her other skills are a little lacking." Doctor Crow, Darth Malice, Funami Teriyaki, Darth Pyktis, |
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Post by Funami Teriyaki on May 14, 2019 14:46:43 GMT -5
“All right,” whispered Funami into the girl’s ear, “But it’d be most kind of you if you checked up on me every once in a while for the duration of the ritual.”
And with that, their hands parted and Funami’s focus drifted toward the other woman. The secretive whispers did not carry their exact words over to the pink-haired Sith, though the meaning was rather clear. When the trio spoke in hushed murmurs and did not want the fourth to hear, the conversation obviously resolved about the fourth. Funami was no stranger to conspiring. Eyes full of glee, she gave a pleasant smile and curtsied to the tall, slender individual that by no means could compete against her in terms of cuteness. Even though giving the image of innocence itself, the predator gaze in Funami’s eyes had lasted for over a second as she studied the woman in the same manner predators watched their prey. Little Funami’s smile turned almost wolfish, gracing the matriarch with the fake benevolence of tyrannical dictators.
“Matriarch Daesha, it is a pleasure.” The apprentice spoke ever so softly while raising her eyes after curtsying to meet the woman’s gaze with her own.
“I trust everything is ready for the rite to proceed as planned?” She continued with a question laced with a threatening, razor sharp edge that was by no means a simple inquiry; rather a demand that would suffer no more delays.
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