Fiction Gallery

Twos are low, Aces high, Gamble with fate and you all die! Arcona always are the best, We beat most and we'll beat the rest!

Wuntila, Wuntila, he's our man! If he can't do it... We're screwed :/

Red river flows free, lifeless body falls in death, Adrenaline rush.

The thrill of the hunt, Rapid pulsing of the blood, Bring our foes to heel.

"I have a weapon for the attempt. This one HAS to be the one. In old times, it was used so well and killed so many that it must be the only way. Pravus has all his skills; he will expect powerful attempts on his life, not this simple, effective one. The poisoned dagger must be used carefully, by one who knows how to mask their force signature and I know you can.Make the attempt from behind when he is alone. Take it and do us all proud. End this tyranny once and for all."

Trailing from behind Soft, light steps as I ready My blade for the kill

This weapon is Oathbreaker, Ironbane, Hopestriker. Its white light stands against the coming darkness by casting deeper shadows. In the wake of its hue things are cast in harsh relief; a world - neither saintly or demonic - revealed. It tapers into a decidedly lethal point driven home by its wielder: the Grand Master must go.

The hero of my Dreams, turned to nightmares In my final breath

We are the Shadesworn Battle tested, battle born To the Lady we have swore That we will go to war

We will do all the things Participate like we are kings We fight for what we hold dear That's the way we do it here

Once upon a time there was a plot to kill [[Grand Master]] [[Pravus]] hatched by Clans [[Arcona]], [[Plagueis]] and [[Tarentum]], in retaliation for the Grand Master’s killing of some Undesirables and purging some Lighties because that’s what sable black darkity dark people do. As it turns out, the three Clans all recently fell under attack by Pravus in different ways, seeking to tear them all apart – Pravus hired [[Wuntila Arconae]] to murder the hell out of [[Telona Murrage]], the dirty Tarenti [[Krath]] for insurrection against the Iron Throne in order to tear the ancient Tarentum-Arcona alliance apart. He sent [[Aabsdu Dupar]] with a fleet to blow up Plagueis for failing a lot. This made people from all three Clans sad, so they hatched a plot to kill Pravus.

The first stage of this plan was to assemble the forces required to murder a Grand Master. A full show of force was deemed unnecessary so they decided to send an elite strike team in, using representatives from the best [[battleteams]] across all three clans. Their purpose was to distract and then murder Pravus as vengeance for the wrongs he had committed, making them some sort of ‘avengers’. Given that the new location of the Iron Throne was currently in transit, they decided that getting aboard using the wiles of a [[Dark Council]] member was likely the best course of action – so they recruited [[Marick Arconae]], now known simply as Marick Tyris in order to distance himself from his Clan.

There he sat. Bruised, battered, broken. The body of the Dragon of Selen, mangled beyond belief. Tarentum had not been kind to him for his insolent betrayal and they were not showing any signs of mercy yet. Someone had to, though.

Five Arconans walked through the door, a detachment from the Nighthawk led by Mateus as he cradled a blaster – mostly for show, truth told. So did the rest of them. The blue man’s jailor’s surrounded him, whips and batons in their hands. Both parties stopped, stared – it was just a regular old showdown now.

“Out, out!” shouted Mateus as they rushed to the barely-conscious Wuntila’s side. “This man needs medical attention.” “And who the frell are you?”asked the nameless, faceless Tarenti.

“The medic. Leave.”

As Mateus began weaving the Force to fix what ailed the Wroonian whilst the Tarenti left, Ood looked to his long-time friend and companion. “Wuntila, you had best stop doing this to us one day, my friend,” mentioned the Neti. “You need to talk to us. They’re gone.”

“Pravus... made me an offer,”choked back the broken Consul emeritus, spitting up a mouthful of blood. “Save the Clan. Buy us time.”

Mateus shook his head. He was barely functional. “Get him back to the Nighthawk. Failing that, we bust him out.”

“I’ll talk to the Shadow Lady. Look after him, Kelborn.” Ood left only a moment later.

A nod from the medic, and the Arconans set to work. That was enough info. A spark of hope.

This DL-44 has been with me since the Emperor's Hammer, and it will be what finally rids us of Pravus. His insane inquisition has decimated us and set the entire Brotherhood against itself when there are bigger foes to be fought. I was the only one on the Dark Council to defy him. To prove me right, he stole the Sith King's throne from me and gave it to the traitor, Raiju Kang. He considers our Consul, Proconsul and many others of our most respected members "undesirable". We will not follow in his mad attempt at ethnic cleansing, and so he must die. My Clan, my House, our allies, and this blaster will be Death's agents.

Their fleet slides past us Unaware. The trap is set. We smell fear. And strike.

Tapping Krath powers, Reversing defeat into -- Death at ally's hands.

(With apologies to the Portland Timbers. This is based on one of the chants they aren't allowed to sing anymore.)

Arcona boys we are here - wo-ah, wo-ah Arcona boys we are here - wo-ah, wo-ah Arcona boys we are here Shag your women and drink your beer Wo-ah, wo-ah, oh Burn destroy wreck and kill - wo-ah, wo-ah Burn destroy wreck and kill - wo-ah, wo-ah Burn destroy wreck and kill Arcona boys they bloody will Wo-ah, wo-ah, oh Firepower smells so sweet - wo-ah, wo-ah Firepower smells so sweet - wo-ah, wo-ah Firepower smells so sweet 10 dead bastards at my feet Wo-ah, wo-ah, oh We are here to win the fight - wo-ah, wo-ah We are here to win the fight - wo-ah, wo-ah We are here to win the fight We are frakking dynamite Wo-ah, wo-ah, oh

Interrogation of Wuntila Arconae Interrogator: Scion Tarentae

The subject was brought to Castle Tarentum in chains by a team of Arcona’s elite guardsmen. The “Blue Beast” held his head low and showed signs of emotional distress and complacency from the moment he arrived. We brought him to the black cells in the lowest level of the Castle and left him in chains without light, food, or water for three days. We played static at levels that would deafen a typical human the entire time, and we stationed a Foxtrot Uniform in the cell at all times to suppress the subject’s connection to the Force. After three days Samael and I went inside.

Samael spent hours flaying the blue skin from our subject’s body, and draining his blood into buckets. We added an anticoagulant to the buckets, and on the fourth day I began the interrogation. We placed a cloth sack over the subject’s face as we questioned him. When he gave unsatisfactory answers we poured blood from the buckets over his face to give him an incentive to rethink his position.

He had been working with Telona against Darth Pravus. They had participated in twenty operations together. Prior to this operation he had been contacted by the Iron Throne’s agent, Val Cole. The offer would have tempted me too: in exchange for stopping Telona the Inquisitorious would cease all investigations into undesirables in Arcona.

Concluding our interrogation, we left the room and let Hades take over.

After making sure no one was watching, Arden turned and glared at his rifle.

"Allright you Blastech piece of bantha turd, listen up. I've been tuning your optics, realigning your barrel, and calibrating your focusing crystal for ten hours now and you're still pulling a millimeter and a half to the right. I can't have you pulling that crap when I line up my shot on Pravus as that much pull could kriff the whole thing right. By the time we get to Antei you better be shooting perfectly straight or you're going to be a puddle of slag. You get me?"

Staring through the scope Waiting for the right time to strike Hidden, I will watch

The end comes very soon But I do not concern myself Death, inevitable

In the wake of the death of Telona, Clan Arcona turned over the betrayer, Wuntilla. He was given to both Plagueis and Tarentum torture units, so that they could discover the true intentions behind the death of Telona. Wuntilla was strong and lasted a long time under the various torture methods of the two Clans, but they would not give up until he broke. Meanwhile the combined forces of Tarentum and Plagueis were faced with the full wrath of the Iron Legion. They overestimated their own abilities, while Pravus’ forces began to beat them back across the planet of Antei. They would remember just how powerful Pravus was, and just how foolish it was to face him in battle.

My blade, Abadeer thought, turning his saber over in his hand, it burns and cauterizes. An almost effortless kill, no resistance. Only death. Plunging this weapon through the heart of my enemies is almost too easy, watching the life drain from their eyes, or the lifeless corpse crumple to the ground. Abadeer turned blade on, letting the violet light bathe his skin, the gentle hum beguiling it’s true deadly purpose. Pravus has made his final mistake, and he shall feel my wrath. Abadeer struck out with a flick of his wrist, cutting a nearby ornament he’d collected, the clean stroke taking off the head of the humanoid figurine. The Togruta quickly deactivated, twirled, then stored his saber hilt in it’s proper place on his hip. The confident Sith strode quickly down the halls, towards his destiny, whatever that may hold.

I run through the woods My prey is stumbling down Right before he cries

There wasn’t even pain Just the cold feeling of dread As I looked down and realized I was dead The blade through my heart Twas a dark surprise I fell to the ground as life left my eyes

Ooh I smell their sweat, Taste and hear their pumping blood. Teeth long to bite deep!

The burning of guts, Both physical and mental, Our mission betrayed.

Rise and fight, Arconas now out Fight for pain and glory! We’ll win the day, tomorrow is ours If we just stand together! The Lady is here, to lead the way with her we cannot lose!

Abadeer strode into the interrogation room, the lights were dim and only a cold sense of dread could be felt in the room. In the center of the room sat the monstrous azure man, Wuntilla, The Dragon. Four robed and hooded men sat in each corners of the room, putting their full focus on to the man in the chair, cutting off his connection to the Force entirely. Taasii had never performed any amount of interrogation, even though he’d been the Battle Team Leader of Plagueis’ premier house of information. The combined forces of Tarentum and Plagueis had been constantly spending shifts trying to break the man who sat before them. Abadeer wasn’t the only person in the room questioning the man before them. Wuntilla began screaming, wrestling against his restraints, but he had no chance of breaking free. Taasii strode over slowly to Wuntilla, pulled back his arm and punched the man in the gut. The screaming ceased instantly, turning into labored gasps for air. “You will tell us who put you up to killing Telona. You will talk.” Abadeer said, while trying to be as menacing as he possibly could be. He stared down at the panting figure before him, waiting for the man to recover. Suddenly the man whipped his head up and spat in Abadeer’s face. Taasii wiped the blood laced spit from his face calmly, and walked back towards the door. He opened and said “Bring in the torture droid.”

Atty: When I say "Arcona", you say "Invictus"! Atty: Arcona! Clan: INVICTUS! Atty: Arcona! Clan: INVICTUS! Atty: We are the Shadesworn! Clan: AND YOU WILL FEAR US!

Behold, I, Shadesworn. Senses forced to betray you. As your death is born.

A murder most foul. This betrayal unforeseen. I'm slain with a scowl.

My vibroswords will be his undoing. They are my weapons. Without me, they are useless. Nothing can stand between me and my goal. My blades will leave a trail of blood to his end.

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We’re Arcona, we’re true blue We’re Arcona through and through We’re the best clan, so they say Tried to go to heaven but we went the other way!

We went down! Down! Down! Down!

And then you keep chanting down until we’re done going down.

Assembled on the flight deck of the Nighthawk, Mateus stared around at the motley crew of assembled warriors. Galeres’finest killers, these were his brothers in arms now. All of them had one purpose, no matter where they came from: to slay the enemies of the Shadow Clan. “A lightsaber is the best killing weapon in the Galaxy, as far as I care. I’ve used blasters for years. I’ve used beskad blades for years too. But nothing cuts like a saber, stops blood flow like a saber. No mess other than body parts,”the Mandalorian said as he tossed his saber hilt through the air.

Catching it, the Mandalorian warrior snarled quietly. “Pravus might see us all coming, even when we surround him, but he won’t feel anything after that last moment when I put a sun through his heart.”

Thrill. Heart beat. Closer. Every step, hunting down prey. Blood will flow freely.

Allegiance, to shade. His blade, a vicious dragon. I barely knew him.

I first picked up my DC-17 during my time as a slave. It was the first thing I ever owned once I escaped. It doesn't complain when I kill, it doesn't scream when I escape, it doesn't question my motives or examine my methods. What would be more fitting, then, than to kill a man who isn't reliable; to kill a man that questions all, trusts nothing, and hoards power at the expense of others? This weapon is my life, and my life will end his.

The Triumvirate Plot was an attempted uprising against the reigning Grand Master of the Brotherhood, Darth Pravus, in the latter half of 34 ABY. The plot was initiated by the leaders of Clans Arcona, Tarentum, and Plagueis in response to various events or attacks ordered or supported by the Grand Master. The Plot was considered to be a military success, as the combined armies of the three clans defeated the forces of the Iron Throne in a close victory. However, the Plot was unsuccessful in removing Darth Pravus from power, as the Clans had been weakened to a point where they couldn't challenge the Grand Master and his remaining forces without facing their own destruction.