The BoD presents Star Wars: Slaughter of the Jedi - Page 2

Mr E Man · 06-27-2005, 02:33 PM

For the first time in years there was light in his prison. Testament flinched in pain and scurried into the darkest corner of the cave. Slowly he became accustomed with the light, although it still sent lances of pain into his single working eye. Then he sensed them, Jedi Padawon. They have the aura of the force surrounding them, although it was weak. Creeping from the darkened corner of the cave, he stumbled towards the light, where the young Jedi were.

He was quite a sight, to behold. It was evident as Testament peered into the stunned eyes of the Jedi. He was pale; his skin had a sickly translucence to it. You could even see the blue/green veins coursing under his skin. He was muscular and fit, yet his skin had layers of filth on it. With his unkempt hair and wild beard he was reminiscent of a caveman. Scars crisscrossed his entire body; even the right side of his face had a vicious scar that went over his eye, which had since been rendered useless.

The shock was overcome with fear, as the male padawon shakily questioned, “What are you?”

Testament smiled, “I am Testament.”

The young man’s eyes opened wide with fear, “You’re the one who killed the original Jedi Council, and Master Luke. Y..y…you were supposed to be dead.” Foolishly the Padawon pulled out his light saber and turned it on, as did the female next to him. “Stay away. I am armed.”

“Put the blade away. I have no qualms with you,” Testament commanded. Unfortunately the foolhardy Padawon did not listen and he rushed him.
"Some leap to ther own deaths," Testament sadly proclaimed as he prepared for the oncoming attack.

ToroMor · 07-16-2005, 01:00 PM

The private fighter of Lord Mor was unique. Built on the basis of a tie interceptor, this craft was extremely fast and agile. It had very little shields and only 4 standard laser turrets. The hull was severely modified and the whole thing looked like a giant bat. With howling engines, this obscure thing speeded through the assembled fleet like a black lightning and in a few moments, directly hit the Death Star.

Lieutnant Thurp from the shield crew of the Death Star twinkled. For an instant he seemed irritated. Was there really a partial shield blackout at the hangar or was it an illusion, perhaps a second’s sleep? He checked the log. Indeed there was a shield blackout, just for one second and only a very small segment, but definitely some problem. His throat seemed to tighten. „Captain, sir! One second shield blackout at hangar 14!“ Captain Larson frowned. He pressed a com control. „Hangar 14, this is Captain Larson, bridge shield ops. We had a small shield blackout. Report!“. Than there was silence. One second, two seconds, three seconds. „Hangar 14, report!“ A croaky voice was heard from the com interface: „Flight chief Jackson sir. We have an.. unannounced landing. I suggest you inform the admiral. It’s probably some.. special visitor.“

The throne room of the Death Star. Behind a huge round outlook, the dark seat of the emperor was mounted on a platform. From within, emperor Surtur watched the fleet starting on their mission to extinguish the remains of the new republic and their puny allies, the last of the Jedi. Surtur showed an expression of cruelty and pride as the Death Star slowly accelerated. Then suddenly the smile vanished from his face. The elevator doors opened. The red cloaked elite guards of the emperor instantly dropped to their knees and bowed their heads. For the duration of a very long and painful heartbeat, Surtur tried to control his excitement and sense what’s happening. Than, a dark aura pounded the throne room like a shock wave. Darth Mor entered the vast room and his gaze was fixed on the figure on the black throne.

„Emperor Surtur, I have come to inform you of your retreat.“

Gorath Sodom · 07-16-2005, 01:14 PM

Cadaveras was in utter shock of what he heard just moments ago. Were these really Archon Surtur's words?

A holographic Surtur was projected on the bridge of Cadaveras's star destroyer.

"Lord Cadaveras, you are behind schedule, as always," he spoke in a bitter tone.

"Better late than never, milord," the considerably larger sith replied in a playful tone.

However, Surtur was not in a joking mood, "You have dissapointed me for the last time. Now you are warranted for death. Stay right were you are as I send my elite guard to arrest you."

Cadaveras had the feeling there would be no arrest, rather execution. He headed towards the air lock and informed his personnel to keep the ships locked down. A mutiny was at hand, and he would see to it that he reaped the benefits.

An onslaught of lightsaber wielding guards awaited the extremely large sith lord as he exited his star destroyer.

"I see..." He laughed at how much they were outclassed, it was almost insulting that Surtur thought he was so weak.

With a flick of the wrist, one of their heads exploded like a watermelon. The others began to engage the Darth, and he began to duel with them, dicing them into kibbles and bits with his superior swordsmanship.

ToroMor · 07-17-2005, 06:09 PM

The Sith Archon Surtur sat still. From the first time he came in contact with Darth Mor, he knew that this moment would come. He was surprised by the timing, he had not expected to face Mor until the defeat of their enemies. But all these considerations were now worthless. There was only one decision left: surrender or fight. Surtur slowly stood up from his throne, warily pushing back his sleeves. He was well aware of the fact that Mor exposed monstrous dark power.

Darth Mor beheld his counterpart. Invisible telepathic tentacles crawled into the mental aura around Surtur. A thin expression of contentment sneaked into the facial expression of Lord Mor as he noticed the momentary indetermination of Surtur. Darth Mor made a slight movement with his left forefinger and the master com link on the throne seat responded with a beep.

“Former emperor Surtur, the fleet awaits your farewell speech. I suggest to constitute Darth Cadaverous as the new commander of the Death Star.”

With sadistic joy, Darth Mor watched the eyes of Surtur flashing up in a red glow and his aura turning from indetermination to pure hatred. Mor raised a brow and his eyes pointed to the light sabre at Surtur’s belt.

“Otherwise I have prepared a worthy funeral eulogy.”

“MUAHAHAHAAAAAA!!!”

Gorath Sodom · 07-17-2005, 06:26 PM

Cadaveras was confused as he passed through the cooridors that neared the throne room. Many of his guards were slain, and not by him. Were there Jedi spies? Or perhaps a coup within the trusted network?

Sparks and smoke flew everywhere, burn marks, disintegrated armor plating, and severed circuits on the walls, ceiling, and floor.

After running through several damaged cooridors, he finally reached the throne room of the Archon. 'It is time to settle this,' he pondered.

However, he was in for a surprise when he witnessed a pre-battle face off between Darth Mor and Surtur. 'This is most unexpected!'

Faustus · 07-17-2005, 08:35 PM

"Very well you traitorous scum prepare to die" Said Surtur as he drew his lightsaber. When Surtur reached for the lightsaber he pressed a small hidden button on the lightsaber that sent a silent signal to his loyal elite guard to begin emergency plan 1.

"Your a fool to betray me Darth Mor and you too Darth Cadaveras. You will both suffer" Screamed Surtur as he assaulted Darth Mor. Darth Mor blocked but was unprepared for Surtur's surprising strength and ferocity. The two locked in combat as Cadaveras watched the dual from afar.

Meanwhile the elite guard had already found Darth Mor's insertion team and killed them all and as the battle between Darth Mor and Surtur raged they prepared the the way for Surtur's escape.

"I'm sorry to cut this short Mor but this must end NOW" Shouted Sutur as several stormtrooper elite troops fired on Darth Mor destracting him. Surtur took advatage of this and blasted him with dark force lightening stunning him. It would be folly to try to kill him, only I can do that and I don't have the time thought Surtur as he dashed from the throne room.

"Are the fusion bombs placed in the reactor core as I instructed" Surtur asked his captain of the elite guard as they made their way to the escape pods

"Yes my lord they will dentonate as soon as you get far enough away from the DeathStar" Said the captain.

As the the escape pods launched the commander that Darth Mor left in charge of his Super Star Destroyer obeyed the orders given to him and ordered his weapons officers to open fire. To their horror they discovered that they were firing on Darth Cadaveas's and Darth Destruction's ship rather than the escape pods. Surtur's agents had done their jobs well.

Akira · 07-20-2005, 09:56 AM

As he sat their waiting in his transoprt cruiser, he didnt know what to expect. His pure, white eyes already gave a sign of confusion and mistrust. He could sense the failure to overthrow the Emperor. He wondered to himself what could have gone wrong. Just as he was contemplating, came a voice on the intercom, "Lord Mauritius, sir. We shall be arriving shortly on schedule." He made a face of satisfaction as he said "Good, but never let me catch you coming off the scheduled time. It would be your most lethal mistake."

Moments later he could feel the ship vibrating irregularly and then iradically. They had arrived at the Death Star, the most soffisticated ship that had ever been built, shortly before it was to explode. His mission was to retrieve Darth Mor and Darth Cadaveras, fight through any resistance on the way, and get them out safely. As the door opened he had a flashback to his former days as a Jedi

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"Master Hithu, what is the next course of action."

"Well, we must destroy any resistance to uphold the New Republic that Master Skywalker has forged."

"One question though my master. What is it exactly that these so called refugees have done wrong?"

"They pose a threat to the force. They are Sith and must be destroyed to hold up peace. You should know that by now my padowan. You should also never question the orders of the council."

"But master they pose no apparent threat to us at this moment. Why not let them be arrested and locked up? That way there wouldnt be so much suffering."

"BECAUSE IT IS THE ORDER OF THE COUNCIL BOY, AND IT IS ONE YOU SHOULD NOT QUESTION!!! Now go!"

"No! As a Jedi I dont see the need to do this. I shall not go through with it."

"Than you are siding with the enemy? What happened to you boy? Whats your reason for this? Well Im going to have to put you under arrest until the council can figure out what to do with you."

"No! I will not go. You think I will just let myself be locked away like some animal. You will have to kill me before that happens."

"If that is the course of action you wish to take then so be it! For the Republic!!!"

With that said Master Hithu drew his lightsaber and lunged at his former Padowan. Already feeling a strong pulsation of the Dark Side throughout his body, Gaurel easily parried the attack and started choking his once master.

"I cant believe......I didnt sense your.....strong conne....ction...to...the..Da.rk..s........"

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That was the day that day that Banku Gaurel died and a new Sith was born...Darth Mauritius. He heard the sound of his pilot being killed by a squad of Death Star guards. His door was opened by one of the guards. All they could see was a black hallow. Then two piercing white eyes were visible. They were stunned but didnt know of the ensuing destruction that stood before them. Then a dark blue laser ascended the air. It was a lightsaber. The Sith Lord then massacred the weak soldiers...slashing at some...and choking the others. He then stepped foot into the Death Star and made his way to the two Sith Lords he was here to save.

ToroMor · 07-20-2005, 12:39 PM

Darth Mor roared with unhuman laughter as the elite stormtroopers formed a circle around him. Surtur proofed to have been well prepared. “Darth Mor, drop your weapons, you are under arrest by the command of his majesty the emperor!” shouted the tinny voice of the elite captain. The laughter of Mor suddenly ceased. The muted words that emerged from under the black helmet of the Sith hurt the ears of the stormtroopers like a glacier scraping and mauling the sore earth: “Emperor Surtur has dismissed. And thus, you are traitors.” The instincts of the troopers’ captain told him to instantly pull the trigger of his blaster. But his finger never reached the pressure point. In an outburst of unspeakable dark Sith powers, Mor stretched out his arms to the side. Within a split second, the throne room seemed to boil. The heads of the stormtroopers exploded like water melons, splattering fuming and coagulating brain substance throughout the hall. A demonic cry beyond all bearing escaped the dark figure as he then exponentiated the magnitude of dark force he used. Dark lightnings pounded the walls and consoles and screens splintered. Behind the huge panorama window, the escape pods of Surtur’s loyal followers started to detonate one by one in an apocalyptic firework. Abruptly, Darth Mor stopped. A good quarter of the pods managed to escape, the one of Surtur himself among them.

After some seconds, the strange Sith Master looked around like awakening from a dream. The thunderstorm of dark force had turned the hall into a total mess. At the far end of the hall stood Darth Cadaverous, motionless. After taking a deep breath, Mor addressed him in an unusual friendly tone: “Hail Lord Cadaverous. You arrived just in time. Emperor Surtur dismissed at a rather disadvantageous time and we have to replace him. As I see it, this throne seat fits exactly your size.” With an inviting gesture, Mor pointed at the platform. “I’m sorry to miss your speech but I have to stop my command cruiser from destroying yours and must also dismantle some explosives in the reactor core.”

Darth Mor turned to the elevator as its doors suddenly opened. “Very good. The assassination team is right in time. The last days of the Jedi have finally come.”

Jin · 07-20-2005, 01:49 PM

Darth Syn and his assassination team entered the presence of Darh Mor and Darth Cadaveras and bowed before thier masters. Not one of thier faces could be seen through thier sith masks. His breathing was as silent as a corpse's as Darth Syn raised his head at Darth Mor.

"My master, we, the Sith assasination squadron have arrived. We await your orders and are anxious to kill for you. I hope that you want us to kill Jedi, that would be most entertaining. But of course I know the answer, it's always Jedi."

Darth Syn stood up from his kneeled position and awaited a response from his dark master. Although no one could see it or feel it, due to Syn's stealth training, he was brimming with anticipation for the chance to kill, and he knew that his master would not dissapoint him.

Gorath Sodom · 07-20-2005, 07:23 PM

(((OOC: I'm gonna add a little plot twist here, hope you don't mind Toro.)))

Cadaveras pondered hard. Not too much earlier on this day Archon Surtur ordered his execution due to multiple failed missions. Now Mor has just betrayed Surtur. Not only that, but he suggested that the over sized Sith Lord take his place as Archon?

He then started to laugh, "It is done. The prophecy has been fulfilled! The day of my awakening!!"

A young Cadaveras was knelt before his master during training. He was short of breath.

"You have done well," said his extremely demonic and muscular master, "most excellent. Now allow me to speak to you of a prophecy."

"Yes master."

"With my infinite knowledge of the force, I forsee that the prophecy will be fulfilled. A great Archon will ascend the throne of Sith and establish a new empire, one greater than that putrid Sidious could have ever dreamed of building. He is a fearful demon, a true berserker."

"Master Mor, might that be you?"

He simply laughed, not giving an answer.

Just now it hit him. Cadaveras would be the next Emperor, the one prophesized, the demon who fully crushes the Republic and sends the entire cosmos into flames of chaos for millenniums to come.

"It has finally happened, I will soon become one with the force!!" He laughed as he stepped towards the throne. ' It is time to end this war, no time to get comfortable. ' He ran off in the same direction as Darth Mor, eager to help his former master disarm the lethal explosives in this fine battle station. Soon the Jedi and the Republic will fall, it is inevitable.

Akira · 07-21-2005, 02:46 PM

He noticed a light at the end of the narrow hallway. He approached the ravaged door and pressed the control panel but the mighty door wouldnt budge. Concentrating his mind on the door, it started to crack and crunch, until it completely imploded. Then he tossed it to the side and proceeded to his destination.

He could sense he was nearing his goal. There were bodies and rubble everywhere. This could only be the work of a true Sith Lord. Or maybe two Sith Lords. It didnt really matter. He observed the room for further signs of life until he spotted a guard that had been critically wounded by one of the Sith. Entering the mind of the weakened soldier he found out all the information he needed. Apparently Surtur had gotten away with countless others loyal to him and Darth Mor and Darth Cadaveras had made their way to the core reactor to stop the impeding explosion that was to ensue. He immediately stood up, crushing the head of the slowly dieing man, not out of pity but out of pleasure, and proceeded to the core reactor.

Approaching the door outside of the reactor he could see that his fellow Sith had already entered. He could hear the Sith disscuss their next plans with each other. Entering the room he didnt know what would be waiting for him.

"Lord Mor and Lord Cadaveras, it is I, Darth Mauritius. Im here to aid you in your efforts to disable these bombs. If this cannot be done than I will help you escape before we all fall to an unfortunate fait. For I have seen it in my dreams. The new order created by Cadaveras, Mor, and Mauritius. This can surely only come to be if we all survive and are able to hunt down that cowardly scum known as Surtur. What is the first thing I may assist you with?"

ToroMor · 07-22-2005, 01:57 PM

Darth Mor slightly nodded as the Sith Lord addresses the two Masters.

Instead of a direct answer, he raised his right hand, palm up. “Control the force or let the force control you. These have been and will forever be the sole two ways.” Suddenly, strong deformations waved through the force field surrounding the three Sith. Mor’s voice literally dripped from power saturation: “And controlling the force, pressing it under your will and driving it to fulfill your desires - that is the dark side. And the dark side is superior!” In a last outburst, the force waves vanished. “Don’t worry any more about those explosives. The emergency teams will only find useless and amorphous matter instead of those all-too scary bombs.”

The Sith master suddenly turned around and faced the newcomer.
“Welcome aboard the Death Star Darth Mauritius, you arrived right on schedule. We need your prototype stealth vehicle for a rather special mission. While our combined forces under the command of Darth Cadaverous will crush the allied forces of the so called new republic, we will bring final damnation to the order of the Jedi and bring a tradition of more than 25000 years of the “light” mastery of force to a definite end. The age of darkness will dawn in the entire galaxy and the Sith will hold dominion over all.” While deliberately drafting the last sentences, the eyes of Darth Mor started to glow in an intense red light.

From behind a large dura-steel pillar, a strange group of soldiers led by a black cloaked figure approached the Sith. “May I introduce to you: Darth Syn, the leader of the assassination team.”

Then he continues:
“The Jedi are already informed about our coming and they are prepared. Don’t underestimate their powers. We will need all our dark skills and superior control of the force to beat them. But we inevitably will - if none of you fails.” The last words had a sharp ring. “I will personally accompany the assassination team to the Jedi headquarters.”

“Emperor Cadaverous, will you join us or will you personally command the fleet?”

Gorath Sodom · 07-23-2005, 09:42 AM

The irony. His former instructor addressing him as Emperor! It was too much. "I will join you. I long to see those Jedi fools futily struggle against us as we crush them with little effort."

The Sith legions, who were now assembled, saluted him, the new Galactic Emperor. Cadaveras saluted back, "...and the Sith shall hold dominion over all. To victory!!"

"To victory!!" The legions yelled back.

"Darth Mor. Darth Syn. Shall we get going?" The newly appointed emperor had a mischievous look on his profile, anxious to mercilessly slay his enemies.

Faustus · 07-23-2005, 11:44 AM

Light years away on the bridge of a waiting Super Star Destroyer Surtur sensed that Darth Mor had already disabled the explosives with the force. Surtur smiled to himself and looked out into the cold void of space. Darth Mor thought Surtur shaking his head as always so predictable. And Darth Cadeveras, always the stooge, never questioning why Darth Mor allowed you to take the throne instead of him, you have no Idea that Darth Mor is using you and no clue of what awaits you. The Pitch Black ship hurled through the void of space toward with several other ships following it all crewed by Surtur's loyal followers and captained by those who would worship him.

"Sir, Darth Mor's fleet is not persuing" Said one of his elite bodyguard.

"Good now open a channel to the Jedi and send them the plans for Darth Mor's attack and the plans to the Death Star" Commanded Surtur.

"Yes my lord" the guard replied

"Set the preplanned course captain, and send a signal to The Cronos, tell them that the theatre is prepared"

"Sir the we have the Jedi Leader on communications channel 3" Said the communications officer.

"Good put him on the holoprojector"