Post by lordocelot on Jan 30, 2008 19:49:48 GMT -4
Tiberian came from (Tiberian's travel to Korriban)
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Tiberian stood silently with his loyal padawan wookie Argon and more than a dozen sith soldiers stood in the cargo bay waiting for the Biizaantine to land.
Vala joined them with over two-dozen mercenaries behind her. "The pilot tells me we should be landing about now.” After her words had been spoken, the Biizaantine touched down on the desolate surface of Koriban.
Tiberian smiled “very good, come I expect that this will be a boring council.”
Argon growled disappointedly, Tiberian chuckled. “Not to worry, I sense that the council will only see reason after death.”
Argon roared beating his large arms into his chest. The doors of the loading ramp slowly opened as Tiberian and his followers exited their ship to see that many sith had gathered and camp out around the ancient tombs for this epic council.
“Traitor! Here marches Tiberian the traitor arriving after his master’s death!” shouted one sith, he was a green twilek, who shouted louder and louder with each word he spoke.
Argon roared thunderously, wanting to strike the twilek when Tiberian stopped him. “Now, now Argon we can’t rip the arms off everyone who annoys you, or no one would be able to fight for me but then again … no one would be able to fight me either,” reminded Tiberian with a grin and Argon slowly nodded.
The twilek was only feet away from Tiberian and his followers, “deserter! I pray that Anjunta Pall’s spirit kills you for your blasphemy!” the twilek stopped he began choking violently.
Everyone around was now watching the twilek slowly die, “bold words twilek,” said Tiberian standing in front of the twilek, who was levitating several inches off of the ground, making him within eye level with Tiberian.
Tiberian shook his head, enjoying torturing the twilek as many did around him to. “What kind of sith greeting is this brother?” asked Tiberian toying with the twilek.
The twilek could not talk since Tiberian was still choking him.
“I have been gone for two years and the only words you can muster is Traitor! And Deserter, tsk tsk tsk it seems that my brother’s manners have been slipping since my departure,” said Tiberian turning to his followers who began chuckling and nodding their heads.
Tiberian waved his hand, the twilek fell on his knees breathing heavily trying his best to catch his breath, he slowly looked up to see Tiberian was still towering over him. “Tell your masters I have returned and that all who oppose me will be killed and … killed oh so painfully,” relished Tiberian turning to his followers, the twilek slowly nodded stumbling to his feet.
“Actually better yet, I’ll tell them!” shouted Tiberian in a flash he pulled out his silver light saber, stabbing his blade into the skull of the twilek. No noise escaped the twilek’s mouth since his death was instant, the twiliek’s eyes had widened while a look of surprise stained his face with blood was trickling down his forehead.
The sith around Tiberian grew ghostly quiet all were staring at the dead twilek, which still had Tiberian’s lightsaber embedded into the skull.
“I have returned from my journey and those who swear their loyalties to me, their lives shall be spared from past sins against me! But those so foolishly, prideful enough to oppose me and there are a select few, you will face a death worse than this twilek, (Tiberian slowly pulled his light saber out of his skull and returned it back to his belt casually)… he was given what little mercy I have… a quick death. Those who oppose me however will get no such mercy, you will receive a horrible death by the hands of my apprentice,” said Tiberian pointing to Argon who snarled and roared ferociously causing many of sith to take a few steps back.
“Oh yes and let me tell you Argon will come up with creative deaths for you all!” warned Tiberian.
At this warning almost all of the sith that had gathered around Tiberian fell to their knees kissing the hem of his robes, swearing their miserable lives to serve him. One however quickly left the scene to warn the members of the council that Tiberian Coale had come seeking the crown sith lord.
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Tiberian stood silently with his loyal padawan wookie Argon and more than a dozen sith soldiers stood in the cargo bay waiting for the Biizaantine to land.
Vala joined them with over two-dozen mercenaries behind her. "The pilot tells me we should be landing about now.” After her words had been spoken, the Biizaantine touched down on the desolate surface of Koriban.
Tiberian smiled “very good, come I expect that this will be a boring council.”
Argon growled disappointedly, Tiberian chuckled. “Not to worry, I sense that the council will only see reason after death.”
Argon roared beating his large arms into his chest. The doors of the loading ramp slowly opened as Tiberian and his followers exited their ship to see that many sith had gathered and camp out around the ancient tombs for this epic council.
“Traitor! Here marches Tiberian the traitor arriving after his master’s death!” shouted one sith, he was a green twilek, who shouted louder and louder with each word he spoke.
Argon roared thunderously, wanting to strike the twilek when Tiberian stopped him. “Now, now Argon we can’t rip the arms off everyone who annoys you, or no one would be able to fight for me but then again … no one would be able to fight me either,” reminded Tiberian with a grin and Argon slowly nodded.
The twilek was only feet away from Tiberian and his followers, “deserter! I pray that Anjunta Pall’s spirit kills you for your blasphemy!” the twilek stopped he began choking violently.
Everyone around was now watching the twilek slowly die, “bold words twilek,” said Tiberian standing in front of the twilek, who was levitating several inches off of the ground, making him within eye level with Tiberian.
Tiberian shook his head, enjoying torturing the twilek as many did around him to. “What kind of sith greeting is this brother?” asked Tiberian toying with the twilek.
The twilek could not talk since Tiberian was still choking him.
“I have been gone for two years and the only words you can muster is Traitor! And Deserter, tsk tsk tsk it seems that my brother’s manners have been slipping since my departure,” said Tiberian turning to his followers who began chuckling and nodding their heads.
Tiberian waved his hand, the twilek fell on his knees breathing heavily trying his best to catch his breath, he slowly looked up to see Tiberian was still towering over him. “Tell your masters I have returned and that all who oppose me will be killed and … killed oh so painfully,” relished Tiberian turning to his followers, the twilek slowly nodded stumbling to his feet.
“Actually better yet, I’ll tell them!” shouted Tiberian in a flash he pulled out his silver light saber, stabbing his blade into the skull of the twilek. No noise escaped the twilek’s mouth since his death was instant, the twiliek’s eyes had widened while a look of surprise stained his face with blood was trickling down his forehead.
The sith around Tiberian grew ghostly quiet all were staring at the dead twilek, which still had Tiberian’s lightsaber embedded into the skull.
“I have returned from my journey and those who swear their loyalties to me, their lives shall be spared from past sins against me! But those so foolishly, prideful enough to oppose me and there are a select few, you will face a death worse than this twilek, (Tiberian slowly pulled his light saber out of his skull and returned it back to his belt casually)… he was given what little mercy I have… a quick death. Those who oppose me however will get no such mercy, you will receive a horrible death by the hands of my apprentice,” said Tiberian pointing to Argon who snarled and roared ferociously causing many of sith to take a few steps back.
“Oh yes and let me tell you Argon will come up with creative deaths for you all!” warned Tiberian.
At this warning almost all of the sith that had gathered around Tiberian fell to their knees kissing the hem of his robes, swearing their miserable lives to serve him. One however quickly left the scene to warn the members of the council that Tiberian Coale had come seeking the crown sith lord.
