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Post by satrios on Apr 1, 2009 18:23:32 GMT -5
Intro Marodak rounded the corner of his small vessel. He had begun training as a sith, perhaps having the chance of becoming the strongest. He leapt into the cockpit of his small ship, activating the switches and plotting a course for Coruscant. He had a plan to remove his mask. It had been a burden he had carried for long enough. Darth Valrum, his old master, had told him to hold on to it, but now that the weak fool disappeared, nothing was holding him back. His ship lifting off of the landing pad and caught air, flying high into the sky. Marodak leaned back into his chair, his massive frame causing it to strain. Marodak was perhaps the largest human since Darth Bane. Standing at 7'10", he was an intimidating Sith. His past life as an assassin allowed him to easily disappear in any situation. Suddenly, his ship jumped to lightspeed. Marodak sat back and quickly fell asleep. |
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Post by satrios on Apr 11, 2009 20:48:09 GMT -5
Marodak woke as his ship entered the atmosphere of Coruscant. It flew in an ellipsal pattern and landed on a nearby dock. Using the force, Marodak unlatched the cockpit and stepped out into the cool air.
[glow=red,2,300]"Hey, you can't land here! Get that piece of crap off my platform!"[/glow]
Marodak turned towards the speaker, his robe swinging in the wind. Apparently, he had landed on a private docking unit, but he didn't care. He raised his hand, reaching out with the force, and squeezed the man's trachea, cutting off his oxygen. The man wiggled for only a second before Marodak snapped his neck with the force. He threw the body off the platform and proceded to his destination. Since the capture of his master, Darth Shivilow, Marodak had resorted to studying the archives to learn the force. He knew that he couldn't help her without the power of the force. He had studied relentlessly over the past 5 months, not even sleeping. The force kept him regenerated. He had learned much, studying from the greatest of the sith lords. Even some holocrons had allowed him to access great hidden knowledge.
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Post by satrios on Apr 17, 2009 13:16:56 GMT -5
[glow=gray,2,300]The sith must be purged. Infectus, Fury, Shivilow, unless they join me.[/glow]
Marodak thought of this as he approached the medlab. Dr. Bendon had been a good friend of Galen Marodak during his assassination hobby. Marodak knew that he could restore his face.
[glow=purple,2,300]"Sup you stupid fool?! Ha, its been too long! I knew you would come eventually!"[/glow]
Marodak laid down on the surgery table. Bendon hooked up an I.V. that injected bacta at a systematic rate. Marodak let himself relax, becoming one with the force. His vision became blurry as he fell into a deep meditation. At last the time had come.
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Post by satrios on May 24, 2009 16:11:26 GMT -5
[glow=purple,2,300]"Hello? Who's there? Hey! You can't come in here, you don't have authorizat..."[/glow]
"Quick, pick up his belongings. We should have been en route to Mustafar by now."
[glow=red,2,300]"Will we need this?"[/glow]
[glow=scarlet,2,300]"Sure, that might help us find the holocron."[/glow]
It was dark. Marodak struggled to open one eye, succeeding, though it only opened a millimeter. He concluded that he was floating in a bacta tank. Though his vision was blurred, he could make out two figures in the room. He couldn't hear any noise, but he could sense what they were conversing about.
[glow=black,2,300]~Mustafar. Holocron. What would these mere men want with a holocron.~[/glow]
Marodak thought to himself. A holocron on Mustafar. He thought of this shortly before he fell back into uncounscisness.
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