Fiction Gallery

The key, his key to victory, A weapon of immense proportion. The final blow a trickery, Causing a lot of commotion.

Great, is this unknown weapon, The crushing truth, has come to light. Information impossible to grasp upon, We still fight to the last, with all our might.

Cannot escape, Darkness unfolding, Win or lose, dying.

Our guts tighten as Blue zapped bodies flying, His cackle dripping.

Immortal, alive unbeatable in battle This man will not die.

No-one knew his plan His takeover was most swift crushing everything.

morale died with men cut down in their prime of life quarter not given.

few men survived war this was no exception we are lost to him.

Today we mourn the passing of Battlemaster Taranae Rhode, Taskmaster of Clan Plagueis and friend to most, unless her ire was raised. Born on Naboo, she was a kind soul until she was separated from her family and she leaves behind a loving sister, Vanessa and a devoted Mother. Her power grew as she trained in the Dark Side, and she became a force to be reckoned with as she climbed the hierarchy of the Clan without pause. Holding positions on the summit of the Clan, she helped new recruits soar to great heights, mentoring students as she went. Kul'tak Drol being her finest achievment. Battleteam leader, Aedile, Quaestor and Rollmaster; she achieved all of these positions and performed admirably, receiving recognition from the Clan Summit and the dark Council. Now, she has been cut down in the prime of her life and service to the Clan as she fought bravely to end the tyranny of Darth Pravus, the Grand master of the Broherhood.

We commend her body to the stars and wish her a safe journey a she becomes one with the Force. may the Force speed you, Taranae

The assembled forces pushed forwards, the colours of blades flashing as they dispatched foes all around them. We were gaining ground slowly and our objective was in sight. Gasping, Taranae swung her staff at yet another enemy as she decapitated him cleanly. The body fell to the floor as the head spun off towards her rear and she grimly stepped over the fallen remains, twirling her staff around her in a flurry of movement. She made sure that anyone who came near met hr blade first; she would ask questions later. The forces under her command had seen the change in her and knew when to steer clear and right now, she was a blur; a maelstrom of death to anyone and anything that came into range. Looking up, her eyes settled on the enemy commander and she struggled onward toward his position.

Suddenly, he gestured and a dozen or more transports dropped from the clouds, landing near him and spilling out more troops. She cursed silently. Even she knew that the tide had turned again and now it would be themselves who were fighting for survival. As the enemy pressed forwards, allies fell around her to the hail of artillery that fired towards them. She swiftly deflected a few bolts with her staff then turned to order the retreat. She hoped they had bought enough time for the secondary attack.

Keeping her staff swinging furiously, she began to move backwards, still cutting down anyone that dare challenge her and made her way slowly back to the ship. They had been so close and Pravus was almost in their grasp, but the turn of battle had caught them unawares and it was better to live to fight another day than to die for nothing.

Of course he knew that we would fall, he attacked us hard and it took our all To stand up to him, our faces grim, knowing our chances indeed were slim. His troops of hawkbats he did send in, all at once there was a din as they all swooped down with guttural noise, destroying all our hopes and poise as they latched on and began to tickle as tears down our faces did trickle. We laughed and laughed and slapped our head, til all at once we dropped down dead. Laugh ourselves to death, we did and sealed the nails in our coffin lid!

The one thing we didn't know, Pravus' idea for giving us woe, The terrible secret he held so near, Is now causing problems and making it clear That all along he knew our fates, And now his forces have opened the gates To all our secrets we held so dear His army approaches now, so near. We quake with fear, our time has come To attempt this coup we were indeed dumb.

Kaeth, Braecen – With a brief moment of silence, we honor the fallen Dark Side Adept, Braecen Kaeth, born on Corellia in the first year after the Battle of Yavin. His journey took him from a playful youth Oceanside to a purposeful scholar of the Dark Arts of the Brotherhood. He is survived by his Apprentince, Alaris Jinn, and a cadre of dutiful lieutenants within House Galeres. Braecen worked with great enthusiasm on opening upstart Journeymen and Equites to their full potential in the Force. This work would start and stop within several Clans of the Brotherhood before he retired to focus on his work in Clan Arcona. His work served a great purpose, but was soon nullified in the conflict against the Grand Master as all were slain by the Grand Master and his Iron Legion. He enjoyed golf, bowling and his worship of the Lord, Wedge Antilles. A memorial service will be held in a fortnight aboard the Darkest Night, a flagship Braecen previously served aboard.

Manually added by Grand Master Muz Ashen Keibatsu

Manually added by Grand Master Muz Ashen Keibatsu

Manually added by Grand Master Muz Ashen Keibatsu

The Resistance leader could not even scream her denial. A thousand explosions pounded her brain when the Grand Master unleashed a salvo of Dark Side energy against her consciousness, a thousand realizations of impending and unavoidable disaster. She leaped from her throne, slender hands twisting and clenching in the air as though they were trying to find something tangible to grasp, something that wasn’t there. Atyiru’s breath rasped in labored gasps and wordless snarls issued from her gulping mouth. After a moment in which she could not calm herself, she heard one sound more clearly than the din of her own contortions. Behind her came the slight hiss of the wicked blade of opportunity. The Shadow Lady spun about there, and there stood Teylas, his face grimly and determinedly set and his blade between them. “I had hoped that my time of ascension would be many years away,” the upstart Consul said calmly. “But you are weak, Atyiru, too weak to hold the First Clan together in the trials that will follow our-your-failure.” Atyiru wanted to laugh in the face of her attacker’s foolishness. For some reason, though, she could not find the courage or conviction to refute her aggressor at that moment. She watched, mesmerized, as Teylas’ arm slowly reared back and then shot forward. The blade unfurled its deadly edge toward the Consul of Arcona. The teeth of the blade came on eagerly and dived into Atyiru’s flesh with all the Dark Lord’s fury behind them. Searing agony coursed through Atyiru’s body, jolting and racking her and leaving an icy numbness in its wake. Teylas stepped over her fallen husk and climbed the perfectly ornate steps to the Serpentine Throne. Despite what would come next, he could not help but smile at the simple pleasure of being the First Consul of the Dark Brotherhood.

Fingers tap against sleek surface, Eyes narrow at flickering lights. Before the lightly clad figure Was several meetings, The attendees unaware Of this dark listener.

Mwahaha! Alas, they are not aware That I, DARTH Pravus, Is the four time winner Of the Antei Dance Championships! Cower at my powerful pirouettes! Bow towards these aggressive lounges!

"Telona Murrage will never be avenged while the Iron Throne still stands" A Haiku by Scion Tarentae

Sometimes your anger and all your preparation is still not enough.

Kill him, we cannot Too powerful, far too strong That, we should have known

How could we have possibly known about the special device that Pravus did own Rumor has it it was given to him by a mysterious mouse who turned out to be a disgusting louse It gave him the power to erase Anything that in his mind didn't have a place Ships, vehicles, and so much more Just vaporized if it didn't fit in his lore We were left with not much to fight Dang, this just isn't right.

"How much do you trust me?" A Poem by Scion Tarentae

The enemy of my enemy is my friend And now we're all friends at the end Should the GM's grasp of intrigue Prove well beyond our league Then friend from friend we'll defend.

"They All Turned Tail and Ran" A Limerick by Scion Tarentae

There once was a man from Antei Who studied the Force every day. The allies arrived He might not have survived But from his feet rose a pungent bouquet.

He walks a straight path Unwavering in his task To root out betrayal

Five Grand Masters in a row The first one said I told you so The second one said Will the Star Chamber be fine The third one said Only if the power is mine The fourth one said My tenure will never end The fifth one said All things will die, when I ascend

When we were young, before we grew old, Tales of a monster we were told.
A creature of darkness, so we thought, A lesson about fear that we were taught. Yet, as an Elder, I have come to know, the legend of Darth Pravus as a foe. The power of a Grand Master unleashed His Force Tempest raging, an unshackled beast.

The forces of Plagueis and Tarentum put together a coalition of skilled individuals whose task was to assassinate Darth Pravus. Their attempts were futile in the end though, as Pravus’ foresight and lines of protection were too great for the coalition to overcome. The death of the leader of the Iron Legion was the hair pin to the entire operation on Antei, and with the plan going awry, the combined forces began to crumble before the face of Pravus. Plagueis and Tarentum started to lose battles on all fronts, many good soldiers losing their lives on the dusty wasteland of Antei.

Abadeer Taasii was a loyal servitor of Plagueis. He worked hard in his short time to better the Clan and lead those that he chose as his new family. He is remembered by House Karness Muur, who grieve for their fallen Aedile. Abadeer lost his life like so many others, at the hands of the Dark Lord, Darth Pravus, himself. Abadeer bravely took on the Sith Lord to protect his allies, allowing them a chance to get off planet when all hope was lost. His life was spent so that many more could live on. Though he has no family that remember him on his home planet of Shilli, he will be remembered by those that he considered family in the end.

Abadeer leaned heavily on the wall of the trench he’d just slid into. His left arm had been hit by a blaster, and it hung limply at his side. Taasii panted heavily, he’d been in the fighting for hours. Both the Plagueis and Tarenti forces were devastated at this point. They had no hope of winning this fight, at this point it was a matter of who would survive. Abadeer was determined to get out alive, he’d always survived and he always would, but now though his primary concern was his own safety, he was an Aedile and he had people to look after as well.

Taasii steeled himself and started running through the battlefield to locations where he knew his people to be, gathering what was left of House Karness Muur, and moving bak to the ships. Though Tarentum was an ally, Abadeer felt no cares for them. If they survived, fine. If they didn’t, that was no skin off his back.

As Abadeer directed his forces aboard the shuttle, he heard sounds overhead of approaching ships. At first his heart sunk, thinking that these were reinforcements of the Iron Legion, but soon he recognized it for what it was. The fleet of Arcona, the Shadow Lady and her forces were here, and they didn’t seem to be siding with the Iron Legion. This was just what Abadeer needed, a diversion to get his people out of the battlefield alive.

Now we shall see our battle's ending here Upon the soil of Antei once great A broken symbol of power not once controlled Is now the place where bold power is stole - Oh Pravus, the Lord of Darkness come The fleet, it's magnanimous size outshone the sun - So run.

Driven by anger, acting in rage, we forgot about Pravus' friend, Luke Cage, as Pravus meets Marvel, and then we meet them, we're writing on a different page.

Darth Pravus, he always wins When we dying, he gets the grins His key is he’s Pravus, that’s it All he has to say is “Sit!” We all fall right down Our bodies as low as our frown

Driven by anger, acting without fear, we lost the sight that not victory, but defeat was near. We fought against him, as ruched caddle, but lost the sight that many still stand aside him in battle.

The Iron Legion came crashing down Their forces endless, like a winter avalanche Crushing and destroying all in there path, But when Pravus sacrificed his own That’s when we knew, truly how far gone he was. The avalanche was now a wave of magma Nothing could survive, and everything burns.

Pravus stands up there Unbeaten, always unbowed We can not go on

Major Ranarr (Itshim) Kul, 21, born in Kuzil on Planet Cathar, died in battle on Sunday, October 23th, on Antei. This young and eager Cathar, often stubborn and touchy, shall always be remembered for his devotion and loyalty to Clan Tarentum and its members. Founder of the Order of the Trident, current Rollmaster of Tarentum and active member of battleteam Grey Wolf. Although not leaving behind an actual family, he'll surely be missed by his 'Tarentum family'.

Our intentions fail Our heart is filled with anger But Pravus lives on

We all fought real brave We all sacrificed a lot But his reign goes on

Pravus' reign goes on But we will not bow to him Our plans will live on

This is not the end. No way, undefeatable? Our story...over.

That dark side writhes within him, This is no comic strip. His tactics not on a whim, Clans will lose leadership.

Oh the poor, poor alliance, How did you not know? That the Grand Master Pravus, Is really John Snow. (You know nothing.)