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AK151 @ The Fall of the Dark Lord

As the conversation comes to a close, Kalira catches Serena's piercing gaze. They lock eyes for a moment before Kalira feels a faint presence at the surface of her mind - not invasive, but certainly noticeable. Then she hears Serena's voice: telepathy. "Maeror was idealistic like you. He saved my life after I tried to end his and taught me to be the same way. We held fast to our moral principles, fought to be as good as we could be in a galaxy that wanted everything dead. And the Sith destroyed us for it." Kalira can feel a barely contained fury, and it more than anything else explains why the two are there: fury for what they lost, for what they could have had - not power or prestige, but something deeper... closer; Kalira recognizes the feeling as similar to what she feels for her brother: family - and all directed towards one man and anyone who stands in their way. She also notices her skin turning a faint silver for a moment before the tint fades. "Keep that in mind."

As the group enters the temple proper and meet Darth Pjauti, Nym's relaxed demeanor somewhat fades and starts to match the stern attitude Serena exudes. "We are," he says cooly in reply to the Darth's question, ignoring the initial pointed quip; they would be enough for the Dark Lord. Everything else is secondary.

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AK151 @ The Fall of the Dark Lord

Nym raises an eyebrow at the question. She's definitely... interesting. A Jedi would probably have a field day with this. "From my experience, most Sith seek power for the sake of power. I was pretty much born into the Order so I didn't know anything different. That being said, it's a philosophy at its core: power is the key to freedom and salvation... something like that. If you're part of the Sith, your hardwired to fight for survival. You train, you battle, you better yourself so someone else won't end up knifing you at one point or another. Once you reach that point, well... it's all up to you. Once you've got the power you want, it's up to you how to use it. Or even if you want to use it at all."

He glances at Serena. When they met she was a cold assassin who was already planning ways to get rid of him. He saved her life in return, and after that she was... different. "To answer your question, Sith can be good, sure. Just like Jedi can be evil. What matters isn't what point of view or philosophy you subscribe to. What matters is what you do with it. Kill people, save people, show mercy, be merciless, or operate solely by the numbers; it's all up to you. Just remember: whatever path you choose, it'll have consequences. You kill everyone in your way, you end up alone. You show everyone mercy, people start thinking you're soft. You play things by the numbers and you might have trouble sleeping at night. And it's at times like those when you start to consider whether it's best to just walk away." He shrugs. "That's my view, at least." A bit of a lecture, but they haven't got anything else to do in the meantime.

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AK151 @ The Fall of the Dark Lord

Nym chuckles at Tsark's stoicness. He must be great at parties. Then again, there's plenty reason to be serious. They're about to challenge the seat of power in the Sith Order. If they're not at their best throughout this entire thing, they're dead. Feels like old times.

Serena and Nym don't speak as they go through the tunnels; they've said everything that needs to be said, and words won't do much good until everything is over. Neither of them are particularly inclined to talk with the Eternals, and suspect that they aren't in the mood for conversation either. Everyone is concentrating and getting into the proper mindset.

Kalira's voice is loud against the relative silence. Nym smiles faintly at the question. It's a good one, and he himself needs a reminder of what he's fighting for. He and Serena exchange a glance before he answers. "Neither of us care about Sith politics. The fact of the matter is that until either Yoran's dead or we are, we'll have a target painted on our backs." He shrugs. "Throw in a bit of payback for the both of us and you've got plenty of motivation."

He looks back at the Eternals. Lok's as much a mystery as ever. Unreadable bastard. Still, for some reason, Nym doesn't believe that he'll turn on them. They'll stick through to the end. "As for them, they can probably answer that better than I can."

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AK151 @ Enderal Journal, Entry 16 - Taking Things In Stride

Note: updates will be less frequent (I've got a small backlog) for the next month or so until I get my bloody desktop fixed and can actually play some more Enderal.

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AK151 @ The Fall of the Dark Lord

Nym inclines his head when he sees Tsark. "Good to see you again," he says. He raises an eyebrow when he sees the Mandalorian. They're all wearing beskar'gam. Probably a durasteel alloy, but still better than just about any other armor in the galaxy. He recognizes the meaning behind the colors: black for justice and gold for vengeance. They don't don those colors lightly. Though he doubts they're here to bring justice to or revenge upon Darth Yoran. "I'm surprised to see Mandalorians outside their space. Haven't actually seen one since I dueled Ori`verda almost... a year ago now."

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AK151 @ Wargame Scenario 001

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AK151 @ The Fall of the Dark Lord

Nym shrugs. "Something like that." He unhooks Talon from his belt, weighing the Force pike in his hand. "Granted, the lightsaber's more-or-less for show. There's only one person I'll be using it against."

He gives her a half-smile. "Sorry, you're probably a bit confused." He nods towards Lok. "That's Aeternus. You might not have gotten mention of his two lackeys. They should come in handy." He glances at Serena next. "This is Serena. You might be more familiar with Darth Eredis." He shrugs again. "Everyone's got more than one name. It gets a bit confusing when you play so many roles in your lifetime. As for me, I'm Maeror. Long story short, lost my memory, spent a little while regaining it, and now here we are."

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AK151 @ Wargame Scenario 001

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AK151 @ The Fall of the Dark Lord

"I prefer Nym," he replies to Lok's question. "Though it doesn't bother me one way or another what you call me."

He recognizes Kalira as she leaves the infiltrator. She looks confused. "Good to see you again, Kalira." She hadn't seen his face before, but there's no point in pretending they haven't met. "How caught up are you?"

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AK151 @ Wargame Scenario 001

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AK151 @ Farewells

OOC: A necessary farewell for Nym to his crew. Just to somewhat tie up loose ends. Plus I felt like writing. Writing is fun!

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AK151 @ Farewells

He deactivates the intercom and steps away, taking yet another deep breath to try to calm his racing nerves. It's over. He did it. Now all he has to do is turn around, face them, and leave.

First he meets Jack's eyes. His replacement, more or less. By his side ever since they first got the Sleight of Hand. His best fighter and easily most reliable man. He and Cad were some of his best friends.

His gaze shifts to Raptor. One of the few alien pilots to cleave through all the bull holding non-humans back in the Empire. A Devaronian ace like no other, capable of making any ship dance. He's the reason they're all still alive.

Elric's newer than the rest of them, but he's a good kid. Looked up to Cadrin, but didn't expect to be filling his shoes so quickly. He'll do alright.

Zephyr somehow survived as the group's best shuttle pilot, all the way back to when they were Imperials. She never had any thoughts of leaving the group behind. Probably because she wanted to show up Raptor at some point. She's a bit crazy, but one of the most steadfast of the entire crew.

And Shiva... they had a rocky start, clashing in Imperial space; she had mistaken them for an Imperial patrol and engaged with her fancy stolen frigate. When the real Imperials showed up, he helped her out and got them all out of there. They've been with them ever since. Guess when they haven't got a place to go, even Jedi'll get comfortable where they can. Ten years... it's amazing they're still here.

Finally, he looks at Rogue. There's not much left to be said between them. Her eyes, her gaze, conveys enough. Not disinterest, or boredom, or mockery. For the first time, for a fleeting moment, he can discern gratitude from her stare. A simple thanks. For taking her in. And for not kicking her out. For giving her... a home.

He looks down. "I guess this is it. Cad, Elize? You two good?"

"Yeah," they both reply, somewhat sullenly. Even with quantum computing, the emotions they brought with them into their artificial framework are flaring up.

"Good." He starts to take a step towards the door, but pauses for a moment. He could give them a speech. He could wish them all well. Say goodbye properly. But none of that's needed. All he needs is one word. One word he's said plenty of times but never as meaningfully as this moment: "Thanks."

With that, he turns and walks away from his crew... his family, leaving them behind. There's a good chance he'll never see them again. But who knows? There's always room for a bit of hope.

He walks through the massive hangar bay, devoid of people. He's alone, staring out at the stars as he approaches the sleek corvette berthed at the edge of the abyss. His steps are silent as he boards the ship, and he doesn't look back as the ramp closes. It's time to go.

Serena doesn't ask him about it. She can sense he's not really in the mood to talk. He'll need at least a day or two to get sorted. They've got that time. He'll be ready for the fight when it comes. But right now he needs to cope.

She hates it. She wants to hug him and tell him she's sorry for dragging him into this, for bringing him back into a life he probably was perfectly happy forgetting. For barging into his life with no regard for how he felt. For forcing him to choose between two families. But now's not the time for that. She always tells herself she's fighting to see her daughter again, and she is. She wants her back. But she also wants him back. It's selfish. It's stupid. But she doesn't care. She knows he won't hate her for it. But that only really makes it worse. She hates it, and she hates herself. But that doesn't matter. Trina said this was a suicide mission. Serena doesn't share that opinion. She plans to live through this. And she plans to make sure he lives too.

"This is Avalon, requesting permission to disembark," Nym says coolly, sitting at the helm of the fancy unique stealth ship.

"Granted," Raptor's voice buzzes over the comm channel. "Good luck, boss." There's silence for a moment before the voice picks up again. "And if you ever feel like catching up, you know how to find us. You'll always be welcome here."

Nym allows himself a small half-smile. "Copy that Agamemnon."

The Avalon takes off, leaving the Revenge-class carrier and the rest of the flotilla behind. It jumps to hyperspace, not really heading anywhere in particular. Nym sits back in the chair, thinking. In a few days they're going to challenge one of the deadliest and most powerful warriors in the galaxy; they're going to cut off the head of an Order with a history matched only by that of the Jedi; they're going to kill the Dark Lord of the Sith.

In a few days they're going to do the impossible. But that's in a few days. Right now, all he wants to do is remember his friends and convince himself that he did the right thing by leaving them all behind.

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AK151 @ Farewells

Nym activates the intercom, and a channel opens, broadcasting not just throughout the Agamemnon, but the rest of the small flotilla: the Sleight of Hand, the Kuari, the Furati and Loki, Vigils One and Two, and their newest addition, the Scorpius. A ragtag group of ships, almost all stolen.

The Sleight of Hand, the state of the art Ardent fast frigate, a gift from the Empire before Nym decided to go rogue and break away, the Agamemnon, jokingly referred to as the biggest severance package in the galaxy, a Revenge-class carrier, they "liberated" as a final farewell to the Empire; still one of their greatest heists, the Kuari, a prototype frigate developed by the Republic and "borrowed" by the group of Jedi and Antarian rangers Shiva stole away with all those years ago, the Furati and Loki, a pair of Vindicators lifted from one of the up-and-coming factions that quickly crumbled during the times of galactic turmoil, and Vigils One and Two, graciously loaned to them by the Empire - not that they ever had any intention to return them. And of course, the Scorpius, their new Turbulent, an adorable little pocket Star Destroyer, a gift from the Empire for their help with securing the rest of the battlegroup so it could subsequently be turned into scrap metal.

Every ship in the Vigilance battlegroup receives the message as it broadcasts throughout the halls of every ship. Nym's voice brings the crews to attention. "Attention everyone. You might want to perk up for this. I've got a bit of an announcement to make."

He pauses for a moment, letting things sink in. He knows what he's about to do. He's got their attention. No turning back now. He feels the eyes of everyone in the room - sans the Miraluka - boring into his back. Waiting for him to say the words none of them want him to say. Even Rogue's formed an attachment to this place, and it wouldn't be the same without him.

"You might have noticed I've been a bit... absent, recently." That's putting it lightly. He's been focusing entirely on his own problems. He used to be a lot less self-concerned. "Putting it frankly, these past few months I've been a shite leader. I don't have much in terms of good reasoning for it. Personal issues are never a reason to screw others over. Luckily enough I've had Jack and Raptor around to pick up the slack. But they'll be doing a bit more than that from now on." Here we go. "The simple fact is that I'm leaving." He lets the words sink in. They feel wrong. "I've got some battles to fight. I've already dragged you guys into enough of my own stuff. It's time to let that go. So that's exactly what I'm going to do."

"You know how in all those holos the hero'll give a heroic speech where he says he doesn't expect anyone to follow him, but they all do anyways? This isn't one of those speeches. I'm not saying that I expect you not to follow me. I'm telling you that I won't let you. The battles I'm fighting are mine and mine alone, and none of you are going to fight them. That's not what you signed on for. I never wanted a personal army. This outfit has always been about trying to do right by ourselves. Your my family, and there's no way in hell I'm taking any of you into something that'll get you killed."

He takes a breath. He's got momentum. He can finish this. "What I'm saying applies to the command staff as well. They're all staying. Jack's going to take over in my place. He and Raptor have been running things pretty nicely here. Shiva'll still be here with her Jedi for as long as they want to be here, and Vergil and Vendetta'll both be here to help operate the ships. The only one who's leaving is me."

"Most of you either joined up with me back when we were an Imperial special operations division or came with me after I saved your hides. The ones in the latter group came because they felt they owed me something. You don't anymore. Everyone here has put in more than enough to work to pay any debts they owe ten times over. If you don't want to stick around, then don't. Take your leave, and find better prospects. If you all want to disband after I go, fine. It doesn't matter to me."

"But I'm going to assume that my word counts for something to everyone here, so just hear me out on my final request: whatever you lot do, make it count. I've worked with you guys for too long to not care about how your lives end up. So make 'em good. If it's for you, settle down someplace nice and start a family. If that's not the life you want, then fight for something worth fighting for. Take it from me: it's a lot more fulfilling when you're firing a blaster for a reason other than credits."

"So make it count. That's my last order for all of you. Whatever you do after this point, make it count." He waits for a few seconds, closing his eyes. End it. Everything that needs to be said has been said. "Nym... out."

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AK151 @ Wargame Scenario 001

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AK151 @ A Conspiracy Afoot

OOC: Going to assume Pain and company have left.

IC: Once the others leave, Serena stands, looking at Nym. He waits a few moments, pondering, basking in the dead atmosphere of the forgotten temple, consumed by the blizzard around it. Then Serena's voice cuts through the air, one word that draws Nym back to reality in a flash and makes him tense. He's not used to anyone actually using it: his real name. "We have to go."

With a nod he stands up, putting up his hood before holding up his arm to look at it; the skin is pale. He glances at Serena, and notices the same thing. This temple must make both of them nervous. The two of them walk to the precipice of the entrance, pausing for a moment before walking out into the raging storm. Nym doesn't look back. Hopefully he'll never have to go back there again.

They make it back to the settlement they had landed at earlier, to the surprise of the guards that had seen them leave. They had been gone for a long while, and probably had been figured for dead. If only.

The freighter they had come into the system on lurches into the air and leaves, jumping to hyperspace soon after, leaving the dead planet behind. One week. They've got work to do.

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AK151 @ A Conspiracy Afoot

"Likewise," Nym says. "One week. Is there anything else?"

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AK151 @ A Conspiracy Afoot

"We'll need the strongest of us to take on Yoran," Serena says. "That would be myself, Lok, and Maeror. Between the three of us and your two acolytes, Lok, along with Tsark and Kalira, we should be able to deal with any resistance." She looks at Nym. "Maeror is more than capable of handling Uril and Kevn. Any others should be our focus. We carve through as many enemies as we have to to get to the Dark Lord and engage him all at once. He'll relish the challenge."

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AK151 @ A Conspiracy Afoot

"Uril will not be a problem," Nym says; he had remained quiet while the two sides bickered, not bothering to interject. "I remember him well enough." He glances at Serena. "We need more information on these other two, though. Kevn and Dvasi. Their names sound familiar, but I don't know anything more of them."

"Other than that, the plan is simple enough, as far as assassinations of heads of orders come. Darth Yoran won't have any followers in his immediate vicinity. They'll probably be guarding whatever room he's situated himself in for the duration of the battle. He'll be waiting for his enemies to close in around him. Then, should his servants fail to stop them, he'll face them alone. That's always how he's been."

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AK151 @ Enderal Journal, Entry 13 - Vengeance

Correct! I'm taking more than a few liberties with the story in some cases. And since Roccio doesn't actually ever appear or contribute to the plot again...

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AK151 @ A Conspiracy Afoot

Nym rolls his eyes and shakes his head at the displays of stubbornness. At this rate they'll never get anywhere. He glances at Serena, who continues to mimic sleep, despite Lok's mention of her name. Suddenly, however, she speaks. "Do it. If you don't, we won't get anywhere. Identities are fickle, and masks are dangerous. I don't expect you to turn on us, but they do not know you. For all they know, you could be an agent sent to lull us into a sense of security and then strike. They need to be assured that you are no ally to our adversary."

"If you really don't want to remove your mask, at least tell them who you are. That will be enough."

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AK151 @ A Conspiracy Afoot

Serena closes her eyes and sits back as the Eternals and the Sith stand off. Trina is too cautious to work with unknowns, and she won't listen to anyone attempting to allay her suspicions.

Nym, on the other hand, watches the two groups intently. He wants to step in, but he'll let Trina reply before doing so. No point in intervening unless things escalate.

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AK151 @ Wat?

In the options box on the right of the page is a "Browse Archive" button. That has a catalogue of every image. Granted, it makes pilgrimages to the first image in the group a bit less... special, but meh.

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AK151 @ A Conspiracy Afoot

OOC: Actually, I think the armor he's wearing is different from the armor he got in the Swordbreaker event. Trina would still recognize it from their last meeting, however. But she didn't recognize him as Lok during that meeting.

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AK151 @ A Conspiracy Afoot

Nym resists the urge to tense at the arrival of the Sith. The best thing right now is to stay relaxed. He's familiar with Trina by reputation, though they never met before or after he lost his memories. He instantly pegs the Muun as a Marauder and the Togruta as an Inquisitor, but he's aware that the opposite could very well be true. Naefas is the most outwardly hostile, but he doesn't expect Pjauti to have any less aggression in battle.

Serena comes to the same conclusions as Nym but isn't as overall perturbed by the Sith. She flashes Naefas a smirk as she snarls at her. The Sith don't like traitors. But this little girl is out of her depth if she expects to be able to fight the former head of the Sith Assassins. "Trina," she says, inclining her head. "It's good to see you again."

Nym's head glances in the direction of the Eternals and Lok as they land. "Looks like everyone's here," he mutters, waiting for the three to come into the room. He inclines his head towards Lok and sizes up the two Eternals. He doesn't know anything about them or their allegiances; wild cards.

"Let's not try to kill one another just yet," Serena cuts in before the Sith can make any hostile actions towards the new arrivals. "We've got a lot to talk about."

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AK151 @ A Conspiracy Afoot

OOC: Shiva's not here. Just Serena and Nym.

Also, next move is for Pain, so I won't be posting until he does.

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AK151 @ Gears of the Warfighters

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AK151 @ Diplomatic Mission to Raxus

King Oberon is silent for a moment. The moment is over quickly, however, as he speaks. "We will consider what you have proposed. Assistance in our efforts against the Hutts will be appreciated. Our agents will discuss and coordinate those efforts with your people. This proposal for an embassy is one we will think about. It is likely we will accept this plan, but it is always good to consider one's options. I have nothing else I am interested in bringing to the table. Is there anything else of concern to the Empire?"

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