Fiction Gallery

The mining planet was surprisingly devoid of security. Aesirus was a new mining hub for SoroSuub Corporation and had a workforce of ten thousand strong just waiting for new masters. Delak could taste the Kyber Crystals in the air of the mining facility. He had entered the cave looking to gain entry into the main hub for mining operations. SoroSuub would not have moved in this quickly if they hadn’t found something important. The Emperor had commissioned Delak for a stealth mission. The leader of Shadow Guard would not fail his Emperor.

The tunnels to the main building were barely wide enough for two men and a hover sled to pass through. Delak tried his best to maintain his stealth. He passed by a few miners and was able to successfully hide himself through the Force. Even if they did notice him, he would dispatch them before they could get a call out. These miners were weak, he could sense it. They were ripe for the picking. “The Emperor will approve of this intel.” Delak thought to himself. The mining headquarters was one hundred meters up ahead and there were groups of miners all about. He would not be able to keep up his cloak with all of these people. Delak had to think quickly about what to do.

Delak stretched out throughout the entire cavern. It took a lot of concentration to maintain the illusion but he knew he had to clear out these miners. The illusion of a two giant Acklay appeared in the minds of the miners. Delak concentrated on the illusions and could feel the miners running away out of the mines. It wasn’t long before the audible screams of the men and women workers were a distant hum. Delak headed quickly for the control room to locate his mission objective.

In the rush a few miners decided to lock themselves inside the control room. Delak sensed them and unclipped his saber Shiny and Chrome from his belt and ignited it. He sliced the locking mechanism to the door and watched as sparks flew from the damaged panel. The miners in the room screamed out in fear, clearly they were surprised by the Sith Battlemaster. He threw his saber into the back of one of the miners and then pushed the rest into the wall knocking a couple of them out cold. He reached out for his saber and it sprang back into his hand like a bolt of lightning. He sliced the remaining miners down quickly and moved onto his objective. The computer had been installed recently and all of the security protocols had not yet been installed. Delak flew through the memory banks and pulled out the location of the Kyber Crystals.

The crystals were located deep within the mine. There seemed to be a natural cavern which was big enough to hold an AT-AT Walker. The crystals in the cavern were of great size and were very valuable to Scholae. Delak loaded the data onto a datadisk and quickly left the building. He headed back out of the cavern the way he had come being careful to avoid anyone who chose the smaller path to come back to.

“Nighthawk en route, Shadow Lady. We’ll land in two minutes. Talons, lock and load!”

The ringing voice of Rulvak Qurroc called out across the hangar deck of the Nighthawk. As the premier combat vessel of the Arconan military machine, it was being tasked with one mission: extract the strike team as best as they could. Having failed, unfortunately, the Nighthawk would have to take those that were left and bring them home.

Mateus looked to his allies, then sealed his T-visor helmet over his head. All around him everyone was clad differently: those dedicated Dark Jedi and Sith fought in their best battle robes or light armour. Some fought in proper battle armour, like him. No matter their preference, the team of the Nighthawk was allied in purpose: save this alliance. Bring their friends home.

Many had been cut down by the Iron Legion aboard the Suffering that day as things turned from bad to worse. Mateus was highly unsure that they could pull this off: board a Super Star Destroyer and extract the strike team deep within enemy territory? It seemed crazy. However, he was a professional warrior. There was nothing other than the mission now.

Mateus had already volunteered to be the vanguard, saber raised high, prepared to defend and heal and bond his allies. The Force weaved together meant that the battleteam was perfectly united now. That kind of unity was all that was left to save the three-way alliance, if not for the blood they were shedding together. It would bring the three Clans together for the future, at the very least.

The ramp dropped. All that were left now were bodies – battered, broken, some dead. And, at the far end of the hangar bay, the waiting rifles of the Iron Legion.

“Gather them! We’ll evac them now!”

A fireteam with a heavy repeater, brought on board by Major Kharoc Garrlan, laid down covering fire – the Legion scattered. Mateus could only think to himself that this had been suicide, as he picked up a fallen Tarenti. Suicide for the Clans. That was all this was.

A betrayal now Vengeance for Telona's death There is no hope left.

Pravus has a weapon His name is Ranarr Thul He's actually a traitor Who played it rather cool Pravus used him quickly He ran a Shadesworn through Seven seconds later The rest of us died too Ranarr got paid some credits We didn't know he did And stuck between two forces Of us the Throne rid

Pravus has a weapon Its name is Big and Black It's actually a saber He pulled it off his stack He used it rather quickly And ran a Shadesworn through Seven seconds later The rest of us died too His saber can shoot lightning We didn't know it did With a mighty blinding flash Of us he was rid

Mateus Kelborn, slain by Grand Master Pravus during the assault on the Suffering.

Loyal son of Mandalore.

Devoted Shadesworn.

Unfortunately, not much else. Sucks to be the new guy, doesn’t it?

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.

Marick used his newfound access to sneak a strike team aboard the [[Suffering]], the flagship of the Grand Master, inside a series of cargo crates disguised as [[Sith]] artifacts. With the team aboard successfully, [[Zekk]] of Tarentum as team leader made the decision to sneak through the engineering vents of the vessel and make their way to the bridge of the vessel. Nine members of the allied Clans surrounded Darth Pravus aboard the ship and prepared to engage him. Pravus, surrounded by Royal Guards and the Iron Legion, declared the challenge open. The team had to fight their way through the minions of the Grand Master before engaging him in combat.

With shadow kissed blades, We will conquer our foes' might, Light and dark unite.

Darkness, shadows, we are one, Light is ceasing, Darkness comes, Shadows we are one, With darkness, we will win, Bringing all to us within, Darkness, shadows, we are one.

Senses high alert, Anticipation of prey, Patience is the key.

Questions unanswered, Last seen, this life unfulfilled, Magic fades, darkness.

They have to be near, I hear their laboured breathing, Excitement fills me.

sweating, senses high, The enemy is very close. Once more we will hunt.

Our prey is sighted, Our attack must be very swift. They know they are caught.

The blood before me, Eyes wide in terror and shock. Why me? What reason?

I must do it. He has power though... you should be able do the deed but I have to catch him off- guard. What about his abilities? He may sense me. I can't hesitate. You can do it. Go directly through the heart; that should finish anyone. You're my only hope, don't fail me now, my friend... flourishes lightsaber

The new drug our scientists created to 'inhibit' force powers met only a limited success. A few of our attendees were injured by the accused before the drugs took effect, only rendering him weary. After continued shock torture, the accused still showed no sign of revealing his true intents or who, indeed, his target really was. We are still unable to determine the proper target details and how the attack was to be made; whether Telona was the intended victim we do not know as goes the same for his employer in the matter. An attempt on the Iron throne still remains a distinct possibility, although with the death of Telona, it also seems plausible that the target could have been completely different.

We aim to continue our interrogation and to finally discover which target Wuntila had been hired to remove and if indeed there remains a threat to the Iron Throne and the Grand Master himself.

Taranae Rhode

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.