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deercountry2022-05-05 07:37 pm
drawsghosts) wrote in deercountry2022-05-05 07:37 pm
[OPEN]
Who: Darth Imperius (Talwyn Kallig) and YOU
What: Imperius arrives at the Trench and wanders about
When: Month of May
Where: Various locations
Content Warning: Talk of unethical use of the Force, including mind probes.
Arrival
Talwyn wonders if this is what it feels like to be a Nautolan. Or a Mon Calamari. He flails about the ocean in squid form for a while, but once he washes ashore he's back to being a Sith pureblood. Yellow eyes take in his surroundings, fingers brushing long, wet hair away from his face. What happened to his hair tie?
"Khem? Andronikos? ...Xalek?"
He must be really desperate if he's asking for Xalek.
The Boardwalk
Once the unpleasantness with the food and drink passes, Talwyn makes his way along the boardwalk to explore. He brings along a cup of water, just so he can have something to occupy his hands, and that he can sip on without his hair turning green again.
He can also be heard murmuring the Sith code under his breath, in order to ground himself. "Peace is a lie, there is only passion. Through passion I gain strength..."
Odd End
Talwyn's wanderings eventually take him to the little shop of Odd End. He doesn't have any credits on him, but he can always window shop for now, and think about stuff he'd like to buy once he does get some money.
As he browses the aisles, he stops in front of a shelf containing crystals. Having something of an interest in crystals, even the non-kyber kind, he pauses to look, focusing on a few rather pretty purple ones.
Wildcard
[OOC: Feel free to ask for a prompt or write your own. Also, anyone who wants to continue threads from the test drive meme is welcome to do so]
What: Imperius arrives at the Trench and wanders about
When: Month of May
Where: Various locations
Content Warning: Talk of unethical use of the Force, including mind probes.
Arrival
Talwyn wonders if this is what it feels like to be a Nautolan. Or a Mon Calamari. He flails about the ocean in squid form for a while, but once he washes ashore he's back to being a Sith pureblood. Yellow eyes take in his surroundings, fingers brushing long, wet hair away from his face. What happened to his hair tie?
"Khem? Andronikos? ...Xalek?"
He must be really desperate if he's asking for Xalek.
The Boardwalk
Once the unpleasantness with the food and drink passes, Talwyn makes his way along the boardwalk to explore. He brings along a cup of water, just so he can have something to occupy his hands, and that he can sip on without his hair turning green again.
He can also be heard murmuring the Sith code under his breath, in order to ground himself. "Peace is a lie, there is only passion. Through passion I gain strength..."
Odd End
Talwyn's wanderings eventually take him to the little shop of Odd End. He doesn't have any credits on him, but he can always window shop for now, and think about stuff he'd like to buy once he does get some money.
As he browses the aisles, he stops in front of a shelf containing crystals. Having something of an interest in crystals, even the non-kyber kind, he pauses to look, focusing on a few rather pretty purple ones.
Wildcard
[OOC: Feel free to ask for a prompt or write your own. Also, anyone who wants to continue threads from the test drive meme is welcome to do so]
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"Heard of him," he said because the topic of 'Great Sith Lords' had been brought up as an abridged crash course lesson to get him up to speed on future expectations of his skills. "Long dead from my time. He around for you?"
Was this one of the old Sith? Before the Rule of Two?
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Then again, lots of Sith lords slipped through the cracks of history, even in his own time.
"Yes, he's still around for me. And in case it wasn't obvious, Darth Imperius, Lord Kallig, is me."
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So far, this Sith seemed less intense then the four he had met. For one, this Darth Imperius hadn't already threatened to kill him, threatened to take over the city or put him under heel.
"I've never seen anyone like you. What planet is your species from?" Rude it might be to ask, but he was usually rather direct. "Do you prefer your Darth or Lord name?"
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"Korriban. I'm a pureblood Sith," He replied. "I suppose you can use either my Darth or Lord title. I'm more used to Lord Kallig, but I do rather like the sound of Darth Imperius."
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"Pure blood," he finally said, not that he was skeptical. Sith species were clearly rare (or extinct) in his time. "You get to choose what you're called. There's power in names." He'd never received a Darth name, unlike his brother, and he'd never particularly cared for one.
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"Then you may call me Darth Imperius."
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"Does being pureblood mean you're more powerful and high ranked in the Sith ranks? I assume there are ranks of you back then," he remarked. What would an army of Sith look like? He could imagine it was dangerous both without and within.
"Fine, Darth Imperius." Sith had such snobbish names. Like they were looking down their nose at the rest of the bottom dwellers. "There are three other Sith here and a handful of Jedi. I'm sure they'll nose around at you."
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"Being a pureblood doesn't make me more or less powerful than any other Sith, but it does grant certain social privileges. For example, I don't get subjected to xenophobia like most non-humans, because I'm not seen as an alien within the Empire." Being pureblood hadn't kept him and his parents out of slavery. Nor did it keep other Sith from treating him like dirt when he'd first taken the trials to become an apprentice.
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Oddly, the male seemed fine to talk and give away information for free. His brother would call that foolishness, he supposed.
"Within the Empire..." he said, trailing off as he had no idea what that meant. "Humans do enjoy their species stations, despite them being weaklings physically." Any Zabrak worth their salt could kill a human on a purely physical level.
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Talwyn knew that with Sith, you had to let them know that you meant business. You had to let them know that you were plenty dangerous. Killing a powerful Sith and taking his seat, for example.
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"Jedi killing was where my skills were employed." Despite his limited training, he was better at it than he probably had any right to be. How that measured up against a Sith of the old days, he had no idea. Sidious had killed him in a showy fashion. "Though, killing matters little here but to make people cry foul. Death isn't permanent for Sleepers."
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Talwyn's eye-ridges went up at that last bit. "Sleepers can't die?" If true, then that raised a lot of questions. Like what kind of magic was at work in the Trench? Why did it only affect Sleepers?
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He shrugged his shoulders. "They can die, but they don't stay dead. It takes a few days to come back, but unless someone is recalled to the sea, we remain. Factor that into any power grabbing you might be considering."
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Instead, he focused on the other topic. "Yes, I'm a politician. A politician, a scholar, and a warrior." Talwyn pulled out his lightsaber (or saberstaff, as some called it), held the shaft across his chest and activated both blades. They were purple, instead of the usual Sith red.
"Now, you know my title. But what do I call you?"
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"That's a lot of titles," he said, having none of such things. He was a warrior, bred and born that way. He served, so he had limited care for politics unless it was more tribal politics that he was used to.
Then he looked at the weapon that was clearly a saberstaff, surprised to see one. He thought it was a rare weapon to use and master, yet there one was. And purple blades no less; he had only seen one purple blade, and it belonged to a Jedi. "Why are your blades purple...?" The hilt of his own saberstaff was hooked on his belt, and he didn't bring it to bear.
He grumbled a growl in his chest and slammed a fist over the middle of his chest between his two hearts. "Savage," he said as a point of pride. "Savage Opress."
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"A pleasure, then, Savage." Savage, not Lord or Darth. Either he was an apprentice or one of the unaffiliated dark side force users.
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"I suppose," he replied, not finding pleasure in much company. "You may want to consider summoning your Omen. It will be your guide and can communicate with the network."
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"I'll be sure to remember that. I'm guessing that the network is the Trench's equivalent to the holonet?" He concentrated for a second, and the next thing he knew, there was a crablike creature at his feet. "That must be my omen."
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"It is." He looked at the creature that appeared, and he couldn't say that he had seem one before. It did appear to be an omen, and as if to prove that omens came in all sorts of shapes and sizes (but still shared a resemblance to their Sleeper), Brutal the Reek appeared at his shoulder, rumbling out a challenge. The omen stood even taller than Savage and stared beadily at the other Sith.] This is Brute. Omens can get better if threatened.
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Even if other Sith saw that as a weakness, he would just remind them that he had ascended to the Dark Council and they had not.
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Dark Side users did seem to have the manipulative side of things down to an art. He could appreciate that, even if he was far more of a straight-shooter.