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Lumiya
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 Post Posted: Wed, July 28th 2010 09:51pm    Post subject: Dathomir
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Dathomir


Lumiya flipped off the address and re-introduction of Grand Admiral Zend, after nearly twenty years absent from the galactic scene. The woman was indeed very much alive, and with her, a seemingly massive Imperial armada. Already two worlds of considerable worth fell in her wake. Many systems would follow, seeking peace over possible punishment. Her hands touched the automatic controls, adjusting the trajectory slightly. This sudden revelation had come as a surprise, even the Force had kept this from her. The Sith Lords of Korriban had promised her an Empire, and perhaps, this was the dragon she'd use to claim one.

Dathomir was a dark planet, fog cast over the terrain as she flew over the canyons. Long ago she had visited the Nightsisters, and today, she would follow up on a promise she had given them. The Jedi Order proved an ever growing problem, and if she planned to terminate them, she needed to add pawns to ease the burden of the massive workload. Zend's sudden re-appearance reset the board and decades of calculation would need to be rethought. Assets and spies would have to be overlooked, repositioned.

The chance of success could do one of two things. Either soar straight to the top, much faster than anything she had anticipated, or plummet into ruin. Her hands tightened one of the control sticks, the casing snapped and cracked under the sudden surge of force. Releasing she breathed, the cooing of her artificial systems kicked in to deliver additional oxygen.

Lumiya had something Zend could never count on: the Force, a tool to usurp power and eliminate the woman in her final days of absolute glory. The Imperials had grown soft under the late leadership of Fel, and the recently crowned Emperor would make little difference to the warhammer slamming down on him. Jendob was a fool. His tyrant fever filled with sweat and boils, and the odds of a Remnant end-victory were slim. Pieces were stacking against the Rebellion, but now, the game had been set to utter damnation.

The Skywalkers, Solos, Ackbars of the galaxy would perish under the new siege, and Coruscant would fall to the greater power. The Unknown Regions had harbored the last of the Grand Admirals, and now, she returned to finish business. Lumiya loved the war and the blood that would spill in the wake of a new terror, but now was the time to carefully align with the prospective winner, when all was said and done.

Zend could have turned sloppy in her old age, and those rallied behind her, few in number or riddled over time. Droids were vulnerable to sabotage, and the hearts of the Unknown, no doubt, forced into service. What happens when they learn of Galactic Victories? When whispers of freedom and justice reach their homes? Could Zend's territory withstand the propaganda of the Rebellion? Such a fleeting feeling would stain the hearts of billions manufacturing for their cause.

The shuttle touched down, the ramp opening and the night calls of Dathomiri critters was wildly abundant. She wrapped her cloak around her shoulders, before releasing from the heated interior. The world was beautiful in the dark, her senses tingled with constant warnings of danger and fatalities...
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 Post Posted: Tue, September 14th 2010 03:28pm    Post subject:
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Fog spilled across her feet, as the damp earth crushed beneath each step. Her presence on Dathomir would not go unnoticed, only act as a beacon to the Witches. In a galaxy filled with Jedi, she had to rely on some of the most barbaric of Force-sensitives to bring about the grunt work of her plans. Their connection to the Force could not be uncalculated and she would use them as tools later down the line. She was not a quarter mile from the shuttle when the growls of a rancor emerged. Lumiya turned on her heel, to find one of the witches' sentry beasts slobbering before her. "Lady Lumiya, we did not expect you so soon." The young witch sounded unsettled.

"Perhaps you have not heard, Ailia," The girl was a good deal older, but the combination of tattoos and engravings were unmistakable. She was a girl the last time Lumiya had visited, almost nine and half years ago. "An Admiral from the reign of Emperor Palpatine has returned from the abyss of the unknown, and with her, a war fleet of considerable might." Fear was a powerful ally for a Sith, and when pressed properly it could lead to terrific results. The beast growled as Lumiya approached, but a stable hand and a coo from the Witch brought the Rancor to its knees. Lumiya lifted her leg, and together they travelled to a valley rich in servants and services.


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The ride was long, but not unbearable. She would have preferred the use of her shuttle, but the Witches had considered it dishonorable to arrive by technical means. They had, however, grown used to her physical attributes. After the duel with Skywalker, Lumiya had been attended to by the great Dark Lord Vader, who supplied with her a superior embodiment. She had not regretted that day, it had empowered her beyond her imagination. The moons were full, chants and celebration filled the night-camps. Sisters from all over the planet had gathered on this occasion, as a bull-rancor bellowed in a magnificent roar. The Sisters could feel Lumiya's presence, the chanting growing and growing, before it stopped.

"Lady Lumiya!" The Mistress, leader of the collection of tribes and bands hissed. She had lost much of her beauty over the years, and judging by the self-inflicted piercings and scars, it had been an interesting decade for her. "You have returned," Her voice was similar to a viper, it hissed and snapped at the ending of each sentence. "The boy has only been here for months, he is not ready." As the rancor she had been riding dipped, she exited, a small of fear poured from the old witch.

"Ellispia," Lumiya's voice was clear, the wildlife itself had fallen silent, only the crackling of the fires defied the stillness of the night, "You have served me well, I do not seek punishment on this glorious night." Tuning to their barbaric rituals granted her freedom of movement and power in these parts. To damn their religion, after thousands of years, would only destroy her chance in raising a small army of Force users. "Have the Sisters of Dathomir come to a conclusion? What do the bones of your ancestors tell you?"

Ellispia looked to her fellow elders, the women dropped their heads. "Dark Lady of the Sith, we have not decided. We require more time, the bones are unclear."

Lumiya could feel an ocean of rage building beneath her exoskeleton, her palms heated, she wanted to blast the older woman on the spot... Lumiya closed her eyes and settled the tides of anger. "I see." It was all she could provide. One of her assets had been training, even without his ability in the Force, the youth had particular value. Potentially, if the right dominoes fell, he could take control over Kuat Drive Yards, and eventually, provide the vessels necessary to take the galaxy by surprise. Lumiya was sure KDY held a secret battle cruiser, one of considerable might and terror. But where.

"The boy has entered a ritual, my lady. It is best we do not disturb him." Ellispia whispered, "Join me, perhaps we could have a sip of Krayt blood."

Now was not the time to dabble in ancient rituals. Lohden was no doubt bagging the infamous Han Solo, and she needed to maintain the timeline. "Another time. Fetch the boy."

"Mi'lady-"

"Now," Lumiya hissed, the mechanics of her voice slicing through the remnant of the silence, before the clans broke into chatter. "I have waited patiently for almost two decades for you and your sisters to come to a decision. This galaxy has been perverted by the Jedi Order. Your generation is weak, Ellispia, and it is out of respect of your ancestors, that I do not burn your people to ash and grime. Fetch me the boy, or I will decimate your valley and none shall remember the glory of the Dathomir Witches."

Emotional vibrations, Lumiya could feel them ripple and wave throughout the gathered crowd. Fear and rage the most prominent. She fed off the emotions, and set her hand on the lightwhip. If the Witch refused for a third time, it would take only a second to remove her fat, cackling head...


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The full moons happened once every three years, and this particular formation of a triangle meant somekind of voodoo wonder for the people of Dathomir. It wasn't that he didn't like it here, it was just rough not having any kind of technical-support. Bathing in lakes, and streams... there were never hot springs, unless you wanted to hike several miles. The women were abundant, though only mildly attractive. The men, however, were exquisite. They were built as slaves and servants to the witches, rarely did they ever hold power on this world. But they followed orders, to the teeth.

Riles was an exception, a guest of Lumiya, who by all means, had granted him a royal three months on this rock. Here, not even the head sister could really question him. The drums pounded against the midnight skyline, the stars were gleaming in all their glory, as several of the slaves attended to his more, primal needs. He took another hit of the local spice, a prickly sensation lit up his spine, almost as though it were on fire.

A younger woman appeared at the edge of the tent, and judging by the sounds and the ceremonial drums, she knew not to enter. "Riles. You must come with me." The Kuati rolled over momentarily, only to shout. Come back later. I asked not to be disturbed. The girl was oddly persistent. Riles grabbed his clothes, barely taking the care to hide his lower regions, when he stepped into the cool night. "I am sorry to bother you, but she has come for you."

"Who?"

"The silver-haired machine woman." Riles could feel his heart beat nearly hundred times its original speed. The hair stood on its ends, while he resisted the urge to vomit alongside the tent. He ran his fingers through his hair. Banthashit! He rummaged through his belongings, jumping into his pants and tossing the best shirt he had left.

"Get a rancor... the fastest one you have." Riles shouted frantically, though it was an understatement of his worry. He left the tent and all its pleasure behind, jumping onto the rancor and together with the Witch, rode off towards the main camp. He could only think to himself why she had returned so early... she had promised him a good eight months on Dathomir, where he'd learn the finer skills when fighting or resisting a Force-user. He knew she was there, the camp was dead silent, on the Night of the Ancestors.

Riles ran from the dipped rancor, and bowed immediately before the woman. "Mi'lady."

Lumiya stood above him, and he could tell she was not in a pleasant mood. An energy wrapped around him, and the air fell tight inside his lungs. He couldn't breathe, and he struggled to find the words to please her. "You've wasted your time here."

"No, I-I-"

He was tossed into the mud, and felt some of the Witches wince, but a large portion of them held grins. Enjoy this. He spat internally. For months he had them on their hands and knees, crawling at the very mention of Lady Lumiya's name. They were enjoying every moment of Lumiya's show. "Get up." Riles struggled, but an invisible pressure held him down. "Get up." She hissed. His feet kicked violently, and it took most of his energy to push against the might of her hands. Even then, he only moved a fraction of the distance it took to rise completely. "Pathetic. I should slit your throat and send your ashes to the ancestors."

Some of the Witches shouted with glee, others looked at him, like the rancors before slaughtering their prey. "Please, please..." It took everything in him not to collapse and beg at her feet for forgiveness.

"We are leaving. Fetch us a rancor," She looked at the small beast Riles had arrived on, "One that isn't exhausted. You may return to your festivities." The boy wrestled with the ordeal, he was going to live afterall. He flashed a smile, but knew he was going to pay dearly on the shuttle ride back to the Galactic Core...
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