Recent content by Roman Antilles

. Betrayal... It was a blindsight that none of them had seen coming, an uprising from within their ranks to seed power from the Order itself. Roman would be lying to himself if he said he never pondered a point of view from the Imperial side. They did outnumber them but the rule of the Empress...

. Roman tilted his head into a confident angle as she spoke, her words a reflection of the turmoil grasping the order currently. He was not surprised to hear her hesitations, after all, he had been but a merely forgotten thought all these years. Attempting to court one of the most promising...

. Roman's armored form slowly stood to its full height as she commanded, responding with a simple nodding gesture. "As you wish." "Purpose? I suppose I can't come for a simple tour of your estates' countryside?" He responded with a light hearted chuckle, hoping to begin things with some...

. Roman had not been involved in much Sith business after the Bacta attacks, sustaining significant injuries in the catacombs beneath, the Champion had spent some time recovering before returning to active field duty. In his absence, it seemed several things had changed including the pivotal...

. Roman had successfully captured the creature with his force tendrils, the gesture of his left hand tightening the claw as the invisible barricade began to crumble and squeeze at the Killik. WIth a sudden jerk, he snapped his left wrist and forearm inward towards his own chest, manifesting a...

. Unlucky Only way to describe Roman's situation. As the dirt underneath him collapsed, the Sith warrior along with the heavy repeater both fell down into the catacombs, luckily the heavy gun didn't land on top of him but rather off to the side. He could feel his right tibia shatter in the...

. Roman was a relentless fighter, often headstrong and unaware of the consequences of utilizing pure brute power instead of mixing it with some brains. Calculative measures was something the powerful Sith champion often disregarded and too often it had led to him barely escaping disastrous...

. Roman had been standing still with the emergence of the rapid threat, hundreds if not thousands of Killiks sprouting around him through the terrain like rotten mushrooms. The Armored Sith was a bit surprised and to be quite frank, found himself for a brief moment stuck in petrified fear...

. Armored thumb flicked to the new playlist off his Spotify account, launching one of his favorite tracks as the transport shuttle he was in descended slowly into orbit and made its soft landing. THEME Roman had taken quite a bit of time away from the Empire and duties of the Sith Order since...

. Roman laughed lightly at her statement, "He did murder a woman twice his age in cold blood earlier for the Empire. Perhaps I could cut him some slack.." He said in that mechanized voice. The armored figure slowly moved away from his fellow Sith and turned to speak a few words to the Imperial...

. Roman lofted a brow as she spoke, "Ishi Tib? In this part of the galaxy?..." The Champion asked, somewhat confused but also surprised at her description of the creature. He chuckled lightly as she described her age and her decision to follow protocol during riots. None of which was...

. And so the end had arrived, but for whom? The Darkness or the Champion trying to claim the Darkness. Destiny would be made here... The Guardian was correct in its adjustments and had both combatants been stationary, it may have very well prevailed. There was no way Roman could have...

. This was starting to get dirty.... Who would have thought that a fight with a Force Monster would end up similar to a cantina brawl. But the Champion wasn't above fighting dirty, as long as he won in the end. Roman snarled as his knife missed its lethal point, instead digging into the right...

. The triplet sorceresses began ritual proceedings almost immediately, as they realized the Champion would not wish time to be wasted. Arranging the recently diseased in a single file line, they cut into the flesh of the bodies to pull out skin and blood. Freshly coated daggers with the...

. The guard had no recourse, life flashed before his very eyes as his neck was violently crushed into pieces by the merciless acolyte. Roman himself grinned underneath the veil of his durasteel helm; he had noticed the acolyte display no hesitation in taking her enemy's life. Ruthless cruelty...