Seriously. I get so tired of the market being flooded by games that have no depth to them. It's just(as you said) "blow stuff up!!!" or "rob this bank!!!!". That's why I adore games like KOTOR and the Witcher series. Meaningful characters and story PLUS good to great gameplay? Yes please
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Life can be...just wow. Lessons learned from my hiatus: it's ok to be vulnerable with those you care about, the people who love you will always remain in your life and be true to what you want.
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Oh seriously. I like having a good balance of action and talking...kinda like Mass effect...or KOTOR for that matter! That's why those games are so stinking good.
Haha! You did a great job! :D
Also, forgive me for slowing down a bit, but I want to make sure Yerbol has some time to process his grief and actually, you know, find stuff out about his sister. I also find that slowing the pace down helps our characters actually get to know each other. Sound ok?
Also, forgive me for slowing down a bit, but I want to make sure Yerbol has some time to process his grief and actually, you know, find stuff out about his sister. I also find that slowing the pace down helps our characters actually get to know each other. Sound ok?
He hadn't noticed that the third attacker had crept behind him until he heard a lightsaber come to life, the Knight turning to find the body of the would-be murderer sprawled on the ground, a confident Aria over the body. She did make a good point; with the chaos they had been involved in, they were sure to be found out.
"Right. Come on, gimpy. We'll get you patched up on the flight."
The ship had thankfully been untouched, the duo boarding without having to face any other resistance. His vessel, a small and speedy shuttle he had obtained from a Republic base(the commander owed him one), launched into Korriban's turbulent atmosphere just as the stars above began to be visible. After a few minutes of jostling and verbal cursing from Yerbol, who manned the controls in the most frantic manner possible, they reached space and soon after that hyperspace, prompting his large frame to plop into the captain's chair. He breathed out a heavy sigh of relief, rubbing his face with his hands as he looked back at Aria.
"I heard something clang against the wall in there...that wasn't you, was it?" He snorted a laugh as he rose from his chair, ducking a few inches to not hit his head on the entranceway to what he called the "seating area", which had two rows of seats, one against each wall. It was about eight feet wide, which allowed some movement, but the hatch at the rear was located about ten feet from the cockpit, so it wasn't cozy.
Yerbol sat down across from Aria in a simple white t-shirt, his robes and overclothes discarded on the co-pilots chair, allowing for his expansive musculature to be shown off in the soft yellow light that emanated from above them. Silence weighed in the air, a chasm between the two before Yerbol told her:
"My name is Yerbol...if that hasn't been communicated yet or you didn't find out through Lysa's communication to me." He cleared his throat, shifting in his seat.
"Lysa was...well, she had disappeared a couple of years ago without a trace. Has she been here the whole time? Trying to become a Sith? Is that how you knew her?"
"Right. Come on, gimpy. We'll get you patched up on the flight."
The ship had thankfully been untouched, the duo boarding without having to face any other resistance. His vessel, a small and speedy shuttle he had obtained from a Republic base(the commander owed him one), launched into Korriban's turbulent atmosphere just as the stars above began to be visible. After a few minutes of jostling and verbal cursing from Yerbol, who manned the controls in the most frantic manner possible, they reached space and soon after that hyperspace, prompting his large frame to plop into the captain's chair. He breathed out a heavy sigh of relief, rubbing his face with his hands as he looked back at Aria.
"I heard something clang against the wall in there...that wasn't you, was it?" He snorted a laugh as he rose from his chair, ducking a few inches to not hit his head on the entranceway to what he called the "seating area", which had two rows of seats, one against each wall. It was about eight feet wide, which allowed some movement, but the hatch at the rear was located about ten feet from the cockpit, so it wasn't cozy.
Yerbol sat down across from Aria in a simple white t-shirt, his robes and overclothes discarded on the co-pilots chair, allowing for his expansive musculature to be shown off in the soft yellow light that emanated from above them. Silence weighed in the air, a chasm between the two before Yerbol told her:
"My name is Yerbol...if that hasn't been communicated yet or you didn't find out through Lysa's communication to me." He cleared his throat, shifting in his seat.
"Lysa was...well, she had disappeared a couple of years ago without a trace. Has she been here the whole time? Trying to become a Sith? Is that how you knew her?"
No, no, it worked out great! I mean, you did the best job possible. There was no way to get her dad down there physically and it's not as if she could stop and think about the decision...besides, she's Sith. When there's an opportunity to gain the upper hand on your opponent, you do it, no matter what the cost. Her Dad is trying to instill that in her, so yeah, that makes sense.
"Alright then." He walked to the statue and, with a monumental pull, flung the statue to the ground, the wall receding just as Aria claimed it would.
"And who says a Sith can't be helpful?" He gave her a teasing smirk, watching her hobble on her ankle. He would've asked to help her, but not only would she have refused the assistance, it was slightly satisfying to see his sister's murderer limping out of the tomb in the most defeated manner possible. Some of the swirling feelings of vengeance resurfaced, but Yerbol banished them to the recesses of his mind. He would deal with his emotions later...for now, they needed to keep moving forward and hope that the Sith had no back up on the outside.
The Sith(he needed to learn her name) had been correct in her prediction, the duo finding themselves right at the entrance of the tomb. The rays of Korriban's fierce sun were fading, the sky turning a darker shade of orange, probably to indicate night. He turned to face his captive, telling her:
"My ship is about a quarter of a mile out from here in a cave, so we need to keep moving. Unless you want to put up another fight...of course, we saw how that turned out." Another smirk as he started right, sticking to the edge of the valley. He didn't speak to her for half the journey, but then suddenly asked:
"What's your name? I suppose I should know that when I present you to the council." Unexpectedly, his holo communicator chirped from the other pocket in his robe, the Knight shaking his head. He wouldn't dare answer a call now.
A knot began to form in his stomach as the realization hit him.
He had purposely removed the battery from the communicator when he had come to Korriban.
They knew he was here.
He withdrew his saber just as three figured shimmered into existence about thirty yards off, each of them wielding the trademark red or purple lightsabers of the Sith. One of the figures, a female Zabrak, chuckled.
"Oh Aria, did you REALLY think you were going to succeed?" A male human chimed in, his dark eyes sparkling with glee:
"We knew you were going to the tomb. We heard your talk with your handler, how you were told about this opportunity to please Lord Bracknell and we couldn't help but be excited for you." The Zabrak came back into the fray:
"When we kill you, this Jedi and bring back the relic? And claim that we slayed Lysa, a Jedi plant who was attempting to bring back vital information with her famous Jedi brother?" She cackled, taking a step forward.
"We will be launched into Lord Bracknell's personal guard for this. And you will never live to see it." She charged forward, launching a flurry at Yerbol, who managed to crack his saber to life in time to deflect the onslaught. The Zabrak hissed, slicing at Yerbol's shoulder only to be countered, Yerbol pushing back with his saber and slicing at her torso, a clean blow penetrating her midsection.
He only hoped Aria could hold out long enough for him to help out...
"And who says a Sith can't be helpful?" He gave her a teasing smirk, watching her hobble on her ankle. He would've asked to help her, but not only would she have refused the assistance, it was slightly satisfying to see his sister's murderer limping out of the tomb in the most defeated manner possible. Some of the swirling feelings of vengeance resurfaced, but Yerbol banished them to the recesses of his mind. He would deal with his emotions later...for now, they needed to keep moving forward and hope that the Sith had no back up on the outside.
The Sith(he needed to learn her name) had been correct in her prediction, the duo finding themselves right at the entrance of the tomb. The rays of Korriban's fierce sun were fading, the sky turning a darker shade of orange, probably to indicate night. He turned to face his captive, telling her:
"My ship is about a quarter of a mile out from here in a cave, so we need to keep moving. Unless you want to put up another fight...of course, we saw how that turned out." Another smirk as he started right, sticking to the edge of the valley. He didn't speak to her for half the journey, but then suddenly asked:
"What's your name? I suppose I should know that when I present you to the council." Unexpectedly, his holo communicator chirped from the other pocket in his robe, the Knight shaking his head. He wouldn't dare answer a call now.
A knot began to form in his stomach as the realization hit him.
He had purposely removed the battery from the communicator when he had come to Korriban.
They knew he was here.
He withdrew his saber just as three figured shimmered into existence about thirty yards off, each of them wielding the trademark red or purple lightsabers of the Sith. One of the figures, a female Zabrak, chuckled.
"Oh Aria, did you REALLY think you were going to succeed?" A male human chimed in, his dark eyes sparkling with glee:
"We knew you were going to the tomb. We heard your talk with your handler, how you were told about this opportunity to please Lord Bracknell and we couldn't help but be excited for you." The Zabrak came back into the fray:
"When we kill you, this Jedi and bring back the relic? And claim that we slayed Lysa, a Jedi plant who was attempting to bring back vital information with her famous Jedi brother?" She cackled, taking a step forward.
"We will be launched into Lord Bracknell's personal guard for this. And you will never live to see it." She charged forward, launching a flurry at Yerbol, who managed to crack his saber to life in time to deflect the onslaught. The Zabrak hissed, slicing at Yerbol's shoulder only to be countered, Yerbol pushing back with his saber and slicing at her torso, a clean blow penetrating her midsection.
He only hoped Aria could hold out long enough for him to help out...
Hey, so, I'm hinting at Yerbol having a bit of temporary Force Lightning due to the surge of power from the relic, but feel free to infuse Ria with as much power as you want. It would be kinda cool to see her walk away with some amazing powers along with Yerbol's visions.
Up to you, though :)
Up to you, though :)
"No, no, they can't be." He pointed to where the stone carving had once been.
"See? That language, couldn't you read it? It talked about this chamber being the last one in all of the known galaxy to possess knowledge of the Heralds, the true Sith." As the words tumbled out of him, he realized that what he was saying was both foreign and familiar, distant and close. He had never studied anything about things called "Heralds", but it was as if he was intimately familiar with their cause, their struggles to regain control of a lost Sith Empire that was rightfully their own.
He walked to Leoria, peering over her shoulder to find that the scroll she claimed was blank had a flowing script emblazoned in an orange hue, the letters glowing off the page. Reading aloud, he began at the top of the section Leoria was examining:
"The space and time that the Empire occupies is wasted. Their true potential is left undisturbed as they meander through their empty hallways and meaningless accolades. We have tried. We have tried so many times to enlighten them, but they refuse us. They lock the very essence of Sith beneath their supposed home planet. We retreat for now, recede into the folds of space. We will return when the time is right, when the balance of the Sith must be restored. Then and only then can the galaxy be reclaimed." A slight chill snaked down his spine, settling at his lower back, unwilling to go away.
"They're going to come back, Ria...they were always going to come back, they-"
They stand on the precipice of actuality, the final convulsion of the Empire complete. His dark crimson colored face broke into a smirk, tendrils pierced with the rings demarcating him as their head, their true Master. they
He was slumped against the wall, hands at this temples.
"They won't stop, they're coming, they're coming, they have to be here." His eyes wildly looked around the room, body trembling.
"We have to get back, have to, have to..." The wall he was bracing against began to feel...tingly? Almost like an electric current was running through it. He stood up as much as he could, hands visibly crackling with energy.
"What..."
"See? That language, couldn't you read it? It talked about this chamber being the last one in all of the known galaxy to possess knowledge of the Heralds, the true Sith." As the words tumbled out of him, he realized that what he was saying was both foreign and familiar, distant and close. He had never studied anything about things called "Heralds", but it was as if he was intimately familiar with their cause, their struggles to regain control of a lost Sith Empire that was rightfully their own.
He walked to Leoria, peering over her shoulder to find that the scroll she claimed was blank had a flowing script emblazoned in an orange hue, the letters glowing off the page. Reading aloud, he began at the top of the section Leoria was examining:
"The space and time that the Empire occupies is wasted. Their true potential is left undisturbed as they meander through their empty hallways and meaningless accolades. We have tried. We have tried so many times to enlighten them, but they refuse us. They lock the very essence of Sith beneath their supposed home planet. We retreat for now, recede into the folds of space. We will return when the time is right, when the balance of the Sith must be restored. Then and only then can the galaxy be reclaimed." A slight chill snaked down his spine, settling at his lower back, unwilling to go away.
"They're going to come back, Ria...they were always going to come back, they-"
They stand on the precipice of actuality, the final convulsion of the Empire complete. His dark crimson colored face broke into a smirk, tendrils pierced with the rings demarcating him as their head, their true Master. they
He was slumped against the wall, hands at this temples.
"They won't stop, they're coming, they're coming, they have to be here." His eyes wildly looked around the room, body trembling.
"We have to get back, have to, have to..." The wall he was bracing against began to feel...tingly? Almost like an electric current was running through it. He stood up as much as he could, hands visibly crackling with energy.
"What..."
Seeing her vulnerability, Yerbol delivered a front kick to her ribs, following up with a elbow into her obliques and a palm strike to the middle of her chest. Fully confident that the fight was over due to her string of foul language from a few seconds before and her incapacitated state at present, he crossed his arms over his expansive chest, looking at her with a smirk.
"Now, can we work together to get out of here or am I going to have knock you out completely because you're too stubborn to honor your part of the agreement?" The sphere began to vibrate on the pedestal, the Jedi striding over only to find that the sphere had closed, the pulsing red light extinguished completely.
"That can't be good." He mumbled, attempting to pick the sphere off the pedestal, which wouldn't budge. He tried again, harder. Nothing.
"Hey, while I'm trying to get this thing off the pedestal, why don't you try and work out a way for us to-" It came off suddenly, Yerbol almost losing grip of the object, tightening his hold. Sighing in relief, the young Knight walked to his robe, placing the object in one of the deep pockets before standing up, eyes cast around the chamber. There had to be some way to remove themselves. A secret passage of some kind, maybe...
"Now I've heard about these tombs on Korriban, how your Dark Masters would want those who tried to rob their 'treasures' to be locked in forever. However, I also know that you people use these things for trials and that are designated exits out that aren't visible. Your Master has probably sent you on a couple of fetch quests here, right? Which means you could have a viable plan to get us out of here?" He folded the robe over his arm, clipping his saber to his belt.
"Now, can we work together to get out of here or am I going to have knock you out completely because you're too stubborn to honor your part of the agreement?" The sphere began to vibrate on the pedestal, the Jedi striding over only to find that the sphere had closed, the pulsing red light extinguished completely.
"That can't be good." He mumbled, attempting to pick the sphere off the pedestal, which wouldn't budge. He tried again, harder. Nothing.
"Hey, while I'm trying to get this thing off the pedestal, why don't you try and work out a way for us to-" It came off suddenly, Yerbol almost losing grip of the object, tightening his hold. Sighing in relief, the young Knight walked to his robe, placing the object in one of the deep pockets before standing up, eyes cast around the chamber. There had to be some way to remove themselves. A secret passage of some kind, maybe...
"Now I've heard about these tombs on Korriban, how your Dark Masters would want those who tried to rob their 'treasures' to be locked in forever. However, I also know that you people use these things for trials and that are designated exits out that aren't visible. Your Master has probably sent you on a couple of fetch quests here, right? Which means you could have a viable plan to get us out of here?" He folded the robe over his arm, clipping his saber to his belt.
Ha! See, I love her tenacity...well, I just love what I've seen from her in general, so there's that xD
Oh bless you. I can do fight scenes for only so long, you know?
Oh bless you. I can do fight scenes for only so long, you know?
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