Magos lander his slightly aged TIE on the World of the Eternal Legion and shuttered. He could feel the energizing darkness in the air like a cold mist. He prayed a brief prayer to Darth Bane to give him strength and hide his weaknesses during this visit. He would give the gem to this...
The Twi'lek addressed Magos, with curiosity clear on her face. He looked her in the eye, "Do forgive my irritable companion, Mistress Jedi, but I believe can answer your questions." He glanced down at the tiles beneath his feet. He would engage the woman, but he was not about to give clear...
Magos heeded the Jedi's plan. He was to attack the brute's legs while Ventril went for it's weapon hand. Good, he was already in a position for a drive towards his target. He began a well formed pushed toward it's massive ankles. With an elegant sweep he managed to line a clear swing against...
Magos quickly dropped the itinerate worker act. He send a venomous glare in Korsak's direction and turned to address their new found acquaintances. "Young Master Jedi," He addressed Brahe, "of course you cannot. It would be best to return to your speeder and act as if this little coincidence...
You're in charge!" Shouted Magos. A few parries later and he began to fight his way round, thirty degrees from Ventrik. He continues his Makashi style defense. If the brute made a swing at him he'd try to cut the weapon with his blade, to see if it was resistant. Regardless of answer he would...
"...so there I was, face to face with a gundark. Pesky brutes infest the fourth moon of Yavin, anyway, I was climbing over a piece of wreckage .... Korsak are you even listening?" Magos glanced back at his friend, now standing by the road, he grabbed his stick and stood up, shuffling up to...
The crowd seemed to thin, but the dead were not present. Magos speared his blade through another one only to see it crumble into sand. "I am really starting to hate sand," he wheezed. He took the time to glance back at his companions, equally shaken by him by the experience. He noticed that...
Lettow certainly didn't look the part. Unimaginable generations ago the Legions of Lettow marked the first major split into the dark side. This order has survived, and had been galvanized into the Eternal Legion, the other half to Magos's Guardians of the Eternal. He was surprised that they...
Magos was shocked by the sudden ferocity of the storm. His amphibious skin burned in the dry sand, and his already altered vision became even more restricted. The showy "elan" he had call upon before the fight was smothered under the storm and ferocity of the attack, but he kept the pain...
"Behind Me! Circle Up!" Magos roared as the freakish Tuskens stormed towards them. It had been far too long since he had been in battle, and the adrenaline drove off some of the despair he felp earlier. The red must seemed to literally come down, as one eye still bled. He pulled his saber...
Magos was still churning after that display of power. Dissenting voices were not tolerated, clearly, and nor were those who revealed the order. Mustafar had seen him revealing himself to the two Jedi Padawans, and even siding them. And Ember, his new friend another Jedi had been shown his...
Magos followed the odd company into the restaurant. Something or other about poachers, funny a fellow cultist would hunt them down, were they not poaching on the land of civilization by there very creed? He smiled internally, this would be a fun mission, he would be sure of that. Brother...
And the as hope died, the door flung itself open and the scene shifted. A desert bleak and dark. Magos glanced around him and fell to a kneel, running the sand through his dry fingers. The Jedi had made it with him, but no sign of Ender. The man was probably dead, but so wills Brother Force...
Magos glanced back down at his datapad. A faint blue glow shone back onto his ashen features from its cheap harsh screen. It really did clash with the red and black of the dim gathering, The thing had a Chandrillan Abacus program pulled up, the blue shine brought t oyou bye its developer...
Agony, unbridled agony. Words could not describe it.
Magos croaked: "Keep ... at it ... fools!" His mind screamed in pain, much longer and he would surely swoon. He held back a sob. He would die with dignity at least. "Mesa ... I ... cannot hold .... sob ... it much longer." Magos felt a...
"This is bad! Everyone up and thinking! My name, dear sir is Magos, though its not important if we all are crushed!" Magos puled his arm away from the wall and proceeded to approach the Jedi. He knew he had little time. "Ender! Those things went red after mes - I - tried to read the wall...
There seemed to be a Jedi convention here in Theed. He had met one earlier and now this Padawan and his master. Ember he had befriended, as he was alone and he personally held no ill will towards his lost brothers. However he now sat in council with a group of fellow cultists that circled...
Magos listened intently. He was happy that he seemed to be the one Edwast trusted with the most fragile part of the operation. A guilty memory of his chat with Ember came to him, "Is not the pick better than the hammer?" He had told the woman. He shook his head almost imperceptibly, now was...
Magos came to. Agony burned across his left leg, already blown out ears before. Where....how..... right, the calling, Mustafar, Fortress Vader, the Jedi, the fall .... Now this. He felt cold stone. "By the bombad Darth Millennial, Mesa better not be insa Hell," the pain drove him back into...
Magos had met Korsak on his homeworld of Naboo, and while in the end he did not sign on for the mission Edwast proposed, they had gotten along well enough, with a bit of pyschometric rivalry between them. He hoped to show up his vulpine friend on this little expedition. He grinned a bit at the...