Post by Kayura on Sept 8, 2007 14:29:34 GMT -5
Finally exhaustion had won the fight. She had been alone in her office with Al-Hattal sitting guard at the door of her office, blocking it with his massive black body. His golden eyes seemed not to blink. Curled up on the back of Nas'ra, the current Dark Lord looked less like a Sith and more like a mass of cloth. Black as her cloak was, it blended in with her trusted companion. There was even the sound of snoring softly echoing over the constant drone of a computer.
There were screams, almost audible through the stone walls. Both beasts, Force-sensitive as they were began to snarl and growl. Al-Hattal, springing to his feet began to bark, the sound of it ripping through the room and the walls. That did not wake her, instead, Darth Kaa'li bolted upright on the back of her mount grabbinbg her head and screaming a blood-curdling, harpy-like shriek. Her head trobbibg, she coule hear angered screams of the dead and soon after, the living.
In the time it took her to open her fierce yellow eyes, she called out to the others among the living. Hold back! It's the opposition seeking to provoke a respone! The bastards expect us to lash out. Maintian absolute stealth and silence. That is a direct order! Pain was racing through her head and she was left reeling for the pain and for the ghastly shieks of absolute hatred and anger. Voices were no longer whispers, but instead disembodied yells.
The room grew cold and her breath came in massive, solid white plumes as if she had been thrust into a night on Hoth. She pulled her cloak in against the cold and shuddered. Voices echoed and shadowy figures appeared in the dim light of a holographic projection. The dead were fuming mad and there was a rust-like smell heavily hanging in the air. She knew that smell all too well as the smell of blood. Spectral eyes peered back angrily. "What in the name of Exar Kin is going on?!" she barked. The massive Kar dogs were still growling, now whining for thier fear. The effect of it on Kaa'li was like a jolt of caffeine.
"You said it yourself, it is the opposition, the Jedi, with some help. They have sought to provoke a response. Now they are aware that we still exist."
"Worse still, they know of our old magic, it has been bastardized! How DARE THEM!" That came from another shadowy figure. That thought made her shudder, both as a Sith and a Necromancer. Her golden eyes became a pair of brutal slits. Her voice was a venemous, deceptively calm whisper, "Indeed, now we have to maneuver accordingly."
The war computer booted in full in spite of the pain, and faster than ever, she had devised a new path to victory. A critical mistake had been made and now it was simply a matter of changing location. Obroa Skai looked like suitabel alternative. It was time to move and expand to ruins of the old Empire as she forged it again. She could sense something else comming, something that seemed to be more than mere coincidence...a sandstorm had been kicked up and her suspecting eyes fell on the angry ghosts surrounding her.
The doors of her office slid open and the cloaked figure of another Sith Lord appeared. "My Lord, the walls are bleeding."
Her response came in a deceptively calm, saint-like whisper, "I know. We have bigger problems, there is a massive sandstorm comming and we will be forced from here. Alert the others that we must leave for Obroa Skai at once."
The figure bowed and made a quick exit for the pair of beasts standing with quilled hackles raised and golden eyes perring back angrily. She levitated a com-link from her desk and then killed the computer at her desk with a single blast of Force lightning. There was no need to leave behind any incriminating evidence.
By the time she steeped out of her office, she was armed to the teeth, carrying her wepaons and her two guards. She was also on the com, calling for the fleet of the Red Hand. "Gamma Fleet, this is Ultra One, we have a critical situation at HQ. We need immediate pullout of all personnel. Have all others but Alpha and Bravo converge on Obroa Skai. Ultra One out."
There were screams, almost audible through the stone walls. Both beasts, Force-sensitive as they were began to snarl and growl. Al-Hattal, springing to his feet began to bark, the sound of it ripping through the room and the walls. That did not wake her, instead, Darth Kaa'li bolted upright on the back of her mount grabbinbg her head and screaming a blood-curdling, harpy-like shriek. Her head trobbibg, she coule hear angered screams of the dead and soon after, the living.
In the time it took her to open her fierce yellow eyes, she called out to the others among the living. Hold back! It's the opposition seeking to provoke a respone! The bastards expect us to lash out. Maintian absolute stealth and silence. That is a direct order! Pain was racing through her head and she was left reeling for the pain and for the ghastly shieks of absolute hatred and anger. Voices were no longer whispers, but instead disembodied yells.
The room grew cold and her breath came in massive, solid white plumes as if she had been thrust into a night on Hoth. She pulled her cloak in against the cold and shuddered. Voices echoed and shadowy figures appeared in the dim light of a holographic projection. The dead were fuming mad and there was a rust-like smell heavily hanging in the air. She knew that smell all too well as the smell of blood. Spectral eyes peered back angrily. "What in the name of Exar Kin is going on?!" she barked. The massive Kar dogs were still growling, now whining for thier fear. The effect of it on Kaa'li was like a jolt of caffeine.
"You said it yourself, it is the opposition, the Jedi, with some help. They have sought to provoke a response. Now they are aware that we still exist."
"Worse still, they know of our old magic, it has been bastardized! How DARE THEM!" That came from another shadowy figure. That thought made her shudder, both as a Sith and a Necromancer. Her golden eyes became a pair of brutal slits. Her voice was a venemous, deceptively calm whisper, "Indeed, now we have to maneuver accordingly."
The war computer booted in full in spite of the pain, and faster than ever, she had devised a new path to victory. A critical mistake had been made and now it was simply a matter of changing location. Obroa Skai looked like suitabel alternative. It was time to move and expand to ruins of the old Empire as she forged it again. She could sense something else comming, something that seemed to be more than mere coincidence...a sandstorm had been kicked up and her suspecting eyes fell on the angry ghosts surrounding her.
The doors of her office slid open and the cloaked figure of another Sith Lord appeared. "My Lord, the walls are bleeding."
Her response came in a deceptively calm, saint-like whisper, "I know. We have bigger problems, there is a massive sandstorm comming and we will be forced from here. Alert the others that we must leave for Obroa Skai at once."
The figure bowed and made a quick exit for the pair of beasts standing with quilled hackles raised and golden eyes perring back angrily. She levitated a com-link from her desk and then killed the computer at her desk with a single blast of Force lightning. There was no need to leave behind any incriminating evidence.
By the time she steeped out of her office, she was armed to the teeth, carrying her wepaons and her two guards. She was also on the com, calling for the fleet of the Red Hand. "Gamma Fleet, this is Ultra One, we have a critical situation at HQ. We need immediate pullout of all personnel. Have all others but Alpha and Bravo converge on Obroa Skai. Ultra One out."
