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In the blackened city of Coranth, only dead things walk.
Such had been the cryptic warnings of a dozen, tortured souls. Over a year had passed since the dual missions to Anoth and Prakith - assaulting the forces that swore loyalty to Darth Occidius. While the decisions of those on Prakith had been questionable, both parties had ultimately succeeded at the end of the day, and those who survived the ordeal were promptly captured by Sith forces. All were tortured ruthlessly within the bowels of Fortress Vader for any information about Occidius. Most did not survive the process.
Those who did, however, spoke only of the Utapau city that housed their brethren. And there was no mistaking the horror that laced their features upon so much as uttering its name. It was a place they’d hoped to forget. A cradle of the worst experiments that Occidius had conducted, nestled where no living thing ought dwell.
And it was the only lead the Sith Order had to pursue their enemy.
Acolytes and Champions alike were selected by Darth Tempest for the expedition to Utapau - punching through the haze-covered atmosphere of the ghost-world. Utapau had perhaps been the worst victim of the AMS virus, with ninety-eight percent of its population killed or turned. Even as the decades passed, reconstruction efforts had seen little success. The capital of Pau City stood forgotten and empty, save for the occasional Infected that still wandered its subterranean streets, caves and grottos.
There were no customs or security forces to greet the Sith as they descended towards the Sinkhole. There were no merchants or tourists that flooded into the spaceport. Only the occasional Dactillion that soured towards the planetary surface, and the wild overgrowth that had come to spread across hangar bays, government buildings and residential cave dwellings. As they delved deeper, however, all those aboard the transport would feel the ripples that echoed through the Force. The sense of dread that crept along their spines. The animalistic, inhumane noises that seemed to echo from within caverns and cave-tunnels that led into nothing but darkness.
In the blackened city of Coranth, only dead things walk.
And it was there - at the very bottom of the Pau Sinkhole - that the Sith would find their landing zone. Pools and grottos bubbled up from the earth, forming rivers of sulfuric water that streamed deeper into the caves. The bodies of dozens were scattered across the ground, their bodies mutilated and dismembered grotesquely. Perhaps the only recognizable feature that remained to them as the tattered, blackened remains of Sith robes. The trappings of unfortunate acolytes and cultists.
What would draw their gaze, however, was the blood-scrawl message left against the walls of the cave itself.
Lords laze upon seats of frost and obsidian,
Content upon their ill-earned thrones,
The faithful shall not be swayed, for the shepard eternal beckons,
Down,
Down,
Down.
Among the Sith who had gathered, a Rattataki female stood up - removing her hood to address them. She had been on Prakith when the Sith attacked Occidius’ forces there, and had betrayed her former master in exchange for her own life. She had earned herself a slave collar that bound tightly to her throat, equipped with shock probes and a lethal injector for the moment she stepped out of line.
Timera had been forced to lead the Sith here, to hunt the remnants of her former master.
“Even I do not know the true extent of this place,” She said, her gaze moving amongst the group of Acolytes and Champions. “Only that Utapau was used by Lord Occidius for the most vile of his experiments and research. That the few followers sent here never returned.” She winced, her gaze flicking towards the durasteel ramp. Watching as it hissed, extended, and beckoned them to exit the safety and comfort of their ship. “That it’s true nature was a closely guarded secret.”
“If there is anything of value to be found here… It will not be unguarded.”
All that remained was to begin their descent.
Such had been the cryptic warnings of a dozen, tortured souls. Over a year had passed since the dual missions to Anoth and Prakith - assaulting the forces that swore loyalty to Darth Occidius. While the decisions of those on Prakith had been questionable, both parties had ultimately succeeded at the end of the day, and those who survived the ordeal were promptly captured by Sith forces. All were tortured ruthlessly within the bowels of Fortress Vader for any information about Occidius. Most did not survive the process.
Those who did, however, spoke only of the Utapau city that housed their brethren. And there was no mistaking the horror that laced their features upon so much as uttering its name. It was a place they’d hoped to forget. A cradle of the worst experiments that Occidius had conducted, nestled where no living thing ought dwell.
And it was the only lead the Sith Order had to pursue their enemy.
Acolytes and Champions alike were selected by Darth Tempest for the expedition to Utapau - punching through the haze-covered atmosphere of the ghost-world. Utapau had perhaps been the worst victim of the AMS virus, with ninety-eight percent of its population killed or turned. Even as the decades passed, reconstruction efforts had seen little success. The capital of Pau City stood forgotten and empty, save for the occasional Infected that still wandered its subterranean streets, caves and grottos.
There were no customs or security forces to greet the Sith as they descended towards the Sinkhole. There were no merchants or tourists that flooded into the spaceport. Only the occasional Dactillion that soured towards the planetary surface, and the wild overgrowth that had come to spread across hangar bays, government buildings and residential cave dwellings. As they delved deeper, however, all those aboard the transport would feel the ripples that echoed through the Force. The sense of dread that crept along their spines. The animalistic, inhumane noises that seemed to echo from within caverns and cave-tunnels that led into nothing but darkness.
In the blackened city of Coranth, only dead things walk.
And it was there - at the very bottom of the Pau Sinkhole - that the Sith would find their landing zone. Pools and grottos bubbled up from the earth, forming rivers of sulfuric water that streamed deeper into the caves. The bodies of dozens were scattered across the ground, their bodies mutilated and dismembered grotesquely. Perhaps the only recognizable feature that remained to them as the tattered, blackened remains of Sith robes. The trappings of unfortunate acolytes and cultists.
What would draw their gaze, however, was the blood-scrawl message left against the walls of the cave itself.
Lords laze upon seats of frost and obsidian,
Content upon their ill-earned thrones,
The faithful shall not be swayed, for the shepard eternal beckons,
Down,
Down,
Down.
Among the Sith who had gathered, a Rattataki female stood up - removing her hood to address them. She had been on Prakith when the Sith attacked Occidius’ forces there, and had betrayed her former master in exchange for her own life. She had earned herself a slave collar that bound tightly to her throat, equipped with shock probes and a lethal injector for the moment she stepped out of line.
Timera had been forced to lead the Sith here, to hunt the remnants of her former master.
“Even I do not know the true extent of this place,” She said, her gaze moving amongst the group of Acolytes and Champions. “Only that Utapau was used by Lord Occidius for the most vile of his experiments and research. That the few followers sent here never returned.” She winced, her gaze flicking towards the durasteel ramp. Watching as it hissed, extended, and beckoned them to exit the safety and comfort of their ship. “That it’s true nature was a closely guarded secret.”
“If there is anything of value to be found here… It will not be unguarded.”
All that remained was to begin their descent.
Welcome to the latest installment of the Vengeance of the Sith storyline
-This thread is open to all members of the Sith faction.
-This thread will run on a 48hr deadline between DM posts. Due to the holiday season, participants will have until December 27th at 7:00EST to join before the first DM post.
-By default, this thread is death disabled.
-Good luck, I guess.
-This thread is open to all members of the Sith faction.
-This thread will run on a 48hr deadline between DM posts. Due to the holiday season, participants will have until December 27th at 7:00EST to join before the first DM post.
-By default, this thread is death disabled.
-Good luck, I guess.
