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 Posted: Sat Dec 30, 2006 8:59 am
Mara-Jade walked towards the destroyed temple of Hoth and then scanned the area for anything. She then saved everything she had scanned and went to her cruiser and sat in. "Thank you for coming with me...I apperciate it...may the force be with you all." She said closing the c**k pit window and then raising into the air and heading back to the Ordinis empire.
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Posted: Sat Dec 30, 2006 1:26 pm
As Mara-Jade left for the destroyed Temple of the Force, Cubolla stayed behind, interested in the Crystal from a formation he missed that Andreus took. He placed two fingers on the rest of the formation, watching as the feeling of energy left it and replaced itself within him. He then looked to Andreus, "If you meant respect, you wouldn't say such things. But it is fine, he must have cheated in some way, to leave you sore. However I believe I subconciously sent him there for a simple bout, whilst in my slumber... ...You're father was in a similar one, was he not?" He asked, his mask seeming to grin, "However, more to the point... You speak half of the truth, but you didn't put forth the point that my apprentice was trying to kill you. That is to say, perhaps he would have the same to say about you? Trying and not trying during a battle is pointless. These aren't games, son of Animus. Duels and the like, even if sparring, aren't something you are to just toy with. If you don't put forth effort, it shows you're lack of respect for teachings in the force... After all, such teaching require your complete dedication, whether you be of the Dark Side, the Jedi, or of a nuetral loyalty, such as yourself..." Cubolla slid away from the wall, coming closer to the boy. "Your father would know this, I believe. We dueled in our dreamstate, if he hadn't told you... He likely did, though. Am I correct?" Cubolla looked to Reaper, "I haven't seen you in quite some time, Lady Reaper. So glad to see another... true Sith. You have heard of Rezak and his lot, haven't you?" The Sith adjusted his mask, simply laying forth his mask's eyes to Caleb and nodding, "...How is your father, nowadays? I had Callings of his trial, but I felt something had gone wrong in their plans to drain him, I believe." Cubolla wasn't sure if Nick had escaped or had been transfered or whatnot, but he was sure the Grey wasn't completely drained, let alone killed. Such a Drain would make the Grey much weaker, now, and Cubolla liked the idea of the Arrogant One having a problem. He had nothing against him, but he didn't truely like the Young Sith Lord. After all, he had blindly killed the Sith of Olde.
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Posted: Sat Dec 30, 2006 2:00 pm
Caleb looked at him and said. "You should be greatful my sister didn't hear that come out of your mouth or you would be on the floor....she kind of hates him." He said as he walked away with his Master Reaper and headed towards there ship. "Andreus lets leave...we don't need any unnessicary fights." He said cooly.
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Posted: Sat Dec 30, 2006 2:16 pm
"I speak not in favor of Nick Skywalker. Speaking of him does nothing." He paused, a deep laughter arising from his mask, "With 'all do respect' you, your sister, and even you, son of Animus, are still yet apprentices. I don't mean to alarm you, but you can't seriously believe yourselves a threat to me, correct?" He slid past them, ice floating to make a staircase for him as he slid up them, "You may have 'the most midiclorians ever recorded', past your father and great grandfather, but a sword wields no power in a hand without courage. It is all but potential, Son of Skywalker." With that he left into the icy mists, still his technique stopping his footsteps from being placed as he walked to a cloaked Wraith.
((why are you set to Hidden, Itachi...?))
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Posted: Sat Dec 30, 2006 2:28 pm
(( cause I want to....you made caleb mad ))
Caleb got angered by that remark and said. "Cubolla I understand you aren't the most liked sith around correct?" He said with much disrespect in his voice. "Then I suggest you not make more enemies because infact we are a threat...a threat of the future that will take over this world when the others rott and die so watch your tounge you worthless excuse for a sith....you are to much of a disgrace to be even called a sith!" He said his force raising up from anger as the snow went wild and the earth shaked. "Hear these words and take them in recolation...don't get all big and bad because you killed kyle because hes not dead..and it also means you couldn't finish the job...you are pathetic." He said continuing on. "And don't judge a book by its cover because you don't know how powerful I am and i'm pretty sure I can wipe the floor with you." He said as he then stepped into his ship and then smirk. "Now go slither somewhere and find some friends..you desperately need them." He said pulling off into the atmosphere with Andreus and Marie.
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Posted: Sat Dec 30, 2006 3:10 pm
Cubolla cut the boy off in mid angry-rant, laughing. "I will be around forever" he said simply, confidently. "You show much insolence and much ignorance when you simply use words to try to put someone down. You are but a child, learn your place, Son of Skywalker. I don't judge you by what I see. I know. As for Kyle... He seems dead enough for now, as he hasn't returned yet, correct? Besides that I never finished my ending blow for a reason. He knew his place, he was someone One could respect. Someone, perhaps, that I would respect. As for you, you seem to not know what respect is, in and of itself. One doesn't need 'friends' child, when they already control an Empire, when they already control and know much of the Force. You have potential. Not power. Not true power, at least. Remember those words, a sword wields no power in a hand without courage." He laughed again, his ship uncloaking as the cockpit opened up. He looked back, looking to Andreus, "Until me meet again..." he said cryptically, or more so foreshadowingly. He moved again for his cockpit as Caleb walked away with the others, walking away from an arguement lost.
((But then I don't know if you're on lol.))
((Also; be on later))
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Posted: Sat Dec 30, 2006 7:58 pm
Cubolla's Wraith slipped off the ground and slid through the air, out into space. The Sith docked back on his ship, the large cylinder holding twenty-four good sized crystals being taken out by his droid. They both floated to Cubolla's Private quarters, where he took out all seventeen of the Nightmare Crystals and placed them on the metal work bench. He began to take out smaller, synthetic crystals to melt into the Nightmare ones, as he heated up the furnace. Whilst doing this he quickly reversed each of their energy flows, so they would be ready to be put into the furnace upon creation. Soon the furnace was ready and he made quick work to place two of the sets of crystals into the furnace away from eachother, before loading three more in. The furnace was quite big, so he could fit five each time he created them. He waited quite a bit for the synthetic Crystals to melt and swirl around the white Nightmare Crystals, before he took them out and placed them into buckets. All of them would be black cored, red glowed, and red glow tipped. only he would have a silver glow tip, to signify his leadership over the Nightmare Sith. Soon all seventeen of them were created, where he finally took a fine wooden box and placed six single bladed crystals inside, surrounded by purple velvet. Taking an identical box out, he loaded the last six singulars into it, finally placing the five double bladed sabers into another, yet again identical box which only held five of them, for they were bigger than the others. Taking the three boxes, he put them into a large black bag and gave it to his old Imperial Droid, who would bring it to his personal Wraith.
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2007 9:39 am
Marcus entered the decreped temple of the Sith. "So quiet..." Marcus then strolled down the halls into a great room where the ceiling extends for 40 feet, and support pillars circle the room just a few feet from the walls. At the far end of the room was a shrine, but of who? Could it be Darth Wrath? The darkend figure of the statue intriged Marcus, he knew this is where he would spend most his time for now on.
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