Post by lordocelot on Jan 30, 2008 19:30:46 GMT -4
Tiberian’s travels to Korriban
A small, black painted Sith Capitol ship had just jumped out of hyperspace; it was the flag ship of Darth siphon's apprentice. Whose whereabouts had been unknown since his master began the war with the republic that lasted two years in which ended with his death by the Jedi master Ayin Tsade.
The Ship was called the Bizaantine it was considered one of the best ships in the entire sith fleet even though it was one of the smaller sith capitol ships its cannons, speed, stealth, and power was unmatched.
Standing on the bridge of his prized ship was Tiberian Coale, he was tall and burley at least 6’4, his arms were muscular for he commanded the force in a power that none had ever seen before. He had short curly blond hair that was covered by a dark hood, he had sharp piercing blue eyes. Tiberian dressed in loose black pants, wearing black robes, dangling from his waist was his trusted silver single hilted light saber. His arms were folded, staring out the bridge’s window to see the desolate sith world of Korriban.
It had been two years since Tiberian left Korriban, two very busy years for the sith warlord. Who traveled across the galaxy, recruiting allies, strengthening his forces, preparing for the inevitable, his invasion of the republic.
Here in this holy place, sith gathered to discuss the losses of their most recent failure in conquering the republic. There was a more important reason that drew Tiberian back, he knew that there will be a council among the elite Sith to discuss the new Sith lord and the apprentice of the late Lord Siphon would not leave Korriban until he was crowned Sith Lord.
A towering shadowy figure appeared behind him, he snarled.
Tiberian chuckled bobbing his head gently back and forth. “Yes I know Argon that you are anxious to spill the blood of my people, do not worry your chance will present itself.”
The shadowy figure behind Tiberian was in fact his own apprentice an angry and powerful wookie by the name of Argon. His fur was black to match the wookie’s heart, but had patches of white and gray sprouted across his body, Argon towered over 8 and half feet and carried a red light saber even though he hardly used it for he preferred to use the physical strength of his people. His favorite sounds were ripping the flesh of his master’s opponents as well as the crackling of their bones.
“My lord we have been given permission to land,” called a voice as a petite figure approached the towering wookie and Tiberian.
Tiberian chortled, “did you hear that Argon? I have been granted permission to land, remind me to have those fools killed when I am crowned sith lord.” commented Tiberian in a tone of relish.
Argon replied with a simple snarl and a face that showed much pleasure at this command.
The messenger that delivered this bit of news was a petite woman who was about 5’5 dressed from head to toe in shimmering white and green armor. On her waist rested two pistols, several thermal detonators, a few mines and other useful gadgets. An assault rifle, shot gun and sniper rifle rested on her back; she had shoulder length dark brown hair and purple eyes.
“Very well Vala get your mercenaries, my sith are ready, you will all be accompanying me to this council” ordered Tiberian.
Vala bowed her head and quickly left the bridge to fulfill her master’s orders.
Tiberian goes to (Tiberian on Korriban)
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A small, black painted Sith Capitol ship had just jumped out of hyperspace; it was the flag ship of Darth siphon's apprentice. Whose whereabouts had been unknown since his master began the war with the republic that lasted two years in which ended with his death by the Jedi master Ayin Tsade.
The Ship was called the Bizaantine it was considered one of the best ships in the entire sith fleet even though it was one of the smaller sith capitol ships its cannons, speed, stealth, and power was unmatched.
Standing on the bridge of his prized ship was Tiberian Coale, he was tall and burley at least 6’4, his arms were muscular for he commanded the force in a power that none had ever seen before. He had short curly blond hair that was covered by a dark hood, he had sharp piercing blue eyes. Tiberian dressed in loose black pants, wearing black robes, dangling from his waist was his trusted silver single hilted light saber. His arms were folded, staring out the bridge’s window to see the desolate sith world of Korriban.
It had been two years since Tiberian left Korriban, two very busy years for the sith warlord. Who traveled across the galaxy, recruiting allies, strengthening his forces, preparing for the inevitable, his invasion of the republic.
Here in this holy place, sith gathered to discuss the losses of their most recent failure in conquering the republic. There was a more important reason that drew Tiberian back, he knew that there will be a council among the elite Sith to discuss the new Sith lord and the apprentice of the late Lord Siphon would not leave Korriban until he was crowned Sith Lord.
A towering shadowy figure appeared behind him, he snarled.
Tiberian chuckled bobbing his head gently back and forth. “Yes I know Argon that you are anxious to spill the blood of my people, do not worry your chance will present itself.”
The shadowy figure behind Tiberian was in fact his own apprentice an angry and powerful wookie by the name of Argon. His fur was black to match the wookie’s heart, but had patches of white and gray sprouted across his body, Argon towered over 8 and half feet and carried a red light saber even though he hardly used it for he preferred to use the physical strength of his people. His favorite sounds were ripping the flesh of his master’s opponents as well as the crackling of their bones.
“My lord we have been given permission to land,” called a voice as a petite figure approached the towering wookie and Tiberian.
Tiberian chortled, “did you hear that Argon? I have been granted permission to land, remind me to have those fools killed when I am crowned sith lord.” commented Tiberian in a tone of relish.
Argon replied with a simple snarl and a face that showed much pleasure at this command.
The messenger that delivered this bit of news was a petite woman who was about 5’5 dressed from head to toe in shimmering white and green armor. On her waist rested two pistols, several thermal detonators, a few mines and other useful gadgets. An assault rifle, shot gun and sniper rifle rested on her back; she had shoulder length dark brown hair and purple eyes.
“Very well Vala get your mercenaries, my sith are ready, you will all be accompanying me to this council” ordered Tiberian.
Vala bowed her head and quickly left the bridge to fulfill her master’s orders.
Tiberian goes to (Tiberian on Korriban)
http://www.knightsandlords.proboards56.c....hread=32&page=1
