Xeroc Pyros' Citadel

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Xeroc Pyros' Citadel

Post by Xeroc Pyros » Thu Jun 19, 2008 12:50 pm

Pyros stood inside his chambers at the top of the tallest tower his large, beskar covered Citadel. It's walls were black to mirror the ruthlessness of the Shadow Legions and it's Supreme Commander - himself. He looked out over the expansive region, behind him was the purple majestic mountains. In front of him was the valley, rolling plains forming within. He could see the ocean, it's coast treacherous in some places, and calm and soothing in others.. the defense structure built atop a high plateau near the water in sight, a small black square on the horizon. He packed his things, and made sure everything was ready before being escorted by Togorian soldiers, to his Sith Infiltrator, which would meet up with one of his Venator Star Destroyers promptly before taking off into hyperspace...
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Post by Eryx Pyros » Thu Mar 19, 2009 11:56 pm

A hooded figure approached the daunting Citadel at the foot of the mountains. It had been a long journey.. a long time since he had been here.

The ornate, glistening black gates of the Citadel's gatehouse were imposing. Dark. Ominous - now overgrown with aging root and vine. Eryx hadn't been here since the death of his father. Since...

He looked up with sightless eyes at the structure that seemed to radiate energy.. an energy he was familiar with. The presence of the Xendorian Guard still seemed to hover within this place. It was the closest Eryx had been to his father in quite some time. It had been a while since the ghost of the once mighty Xeroc Pyros had come to console his now 47 year-old prodigy.. progeny.

Eryx Pyros clutched the well-cut shard of a dark-violet crystal which now hung about his neck, hovering over his heart.. just as it once did when it was embedded into Xeroc's chest long ago, a bond between he and his friend Iniquitous.. a bond passed on to the House of Pyros - a house that 25 years ago Xeroc had no idea he had even built, a House that he once thought would be sealed with his death - his tomb.

Eryx proceeded into the Citadel, past the Courtyard, and the crumbling Guardian that stood watching over the grounds between the Gatehouse and the inner-circles of the Xendorian Citadel, with the Keep at it's center. He walked past the old and now tattered, moth-eaten tapestries.. the dusty glyphs and the old abandoned corridors that seemed to echo still with the heavy footsteps of Togorian Shadow Legionnaires preparing for battle, to defend their honor and their homes.

Eryx walked into the Hall of Guardians.. admiring the posed colossus, an effigy of Xendor himself. He walked down the line, looking down the line of Jen'jidai heroes. He saw the face of Iniquitous standing mighty with fists posed to strike, his repulse hand at the ready, no doubt to unleash Deadly Touch or Shatterpoint on an unlucky foe; Lahash, conquering the Sith he used to aid, his saber and shoto lit, framing his muscular and tattooed build; Reign sat tall and noble, posed with his sword, leaning on the blade.. a discblade strapped to his leg, a cloak hanging from his square shoulders, his famous grin frozen in time in an obsidian cast; C'thulu.. recently departed... Eryx had felt it through the Force... he had almost wished he had not taken his exile to the Unknown Regions as his father once done so he could have known all these men better.. so that he could have seen C'thulu again before he had gone. C'thulu - one of the most successful heads of the Dark Jedi that once stood mighty against foes "Light" and "Dark"... his rotting flesh encased in an almost demonic armor, sword and saber alike held aloft, his sunken eyes flashing and bone-ridden hair blown back in a strong wind, as if he were prepared to fight against a massive horde, no fear in his eyes. There never had been as long as he had known him. Never. Not for C'thulu.. not for any of these men. Finally Eryx's Force Sight came to rest upon the image of his Father near the end with the others. His cast was almost simpler then most. Like Reign's his did not depict a warrior preparing for battle... at least, not in such an epic scale. There he was... standing upright.. a good posture as he remembered the fabled man.. his hand held the same saber now clipped to Eryx's belt... no blade was activated, and Pyros' arm was bent and his face bore clever eyes and a smug smirk.. one could not tell whether he was preparing for battle, or if he was mid-action.. performing his artful Trakata - a skill he passed on to Eryx himself.

Eryx bowed to them all respectfully.. and walked to go stand in the center of the raised stone circular platform that was the ring in the Hall of Guardians.. built for training for the entertainment of rowdy Togorian soldiers feasting on whatever delicious foods brought from the kitchens. He remembered it all well, and then with a quick Force Wave he cleared the platform of it's dust. He seated himself now... meditating on the past.. the present... the future.. and what it would hold for the remaining Jen'jidai. He felt his father's presence guiding him like it had not in quite sometime. Suddenly there was a shooting sensation within his calmed mind.. and he felt something invade it. A voice rang through his brain. It was his father's.

<<Seek out the heirs of the Jen'jidai... the lines of Clibos and Plaga are alive and well.>>

Eryx thought out in his head.

<<Father! Wait!>>

But it was too late... Xeroc had gone. The words replayed.. and repeated themselves in Eryx's head. He thought to himself...

//Clibos... Clibos... Eversio. Gone.. he was gone too. He must have a son as well. Plaga.... clearly C'thulu's line. I must find them...//

Eryx sat and meditated further.. attuning himself to the Force.. retracing his steps lost in the sweeping winds that blew the sands of time this way and that. Eventually he was able to reacquaint himself with Eversio and C'thulu both.. he knew that the heirs to their houses would have similar auras.. and so here he sat reaching out.. searching. Soon he would have them.. soon he would find the source... the aura.. the emission. He would find those he was meant to reconstruct with.. if they had not already begun themselves....

Eryx spent days in this meditative trance.. his body needed no food like this.. no water. The Force sustained him... kept him alive until his thirst was quenched by the general location of the auras he searched for. He walked up and left... but before he left he went to his fathers old room and rummaged through old trinkets. Holocrons... items of worth... mostly souvenirs from battles of old. He picked up a few holocrons and scrolls.. certain memorabilia that he thought would be useful later... lightsaber crystals, designs and the like. He packed them in a bag he had found in his father's old closet. As he walked out he looked up to the mantle and saw in it's sheath a black katana.. simple, yet elegant. He unsheathed it and swung it this way and that.. surprisingly light... clearly altered with Alchemy... a skill his father had known well. He found a note fixed to the sheath.

"Knew you would come here someday son...

This is my last work.. as I prepared for battle I thought about the battles you yourself would one day have to fight. I know you know how to use this.. I taught you how myself, picking up where your mother left off... use it well. In times of trouble... my hand will be there to guide your blade.. I am with you...

Always."


Eryx began to cry... though he could not "see".. the Force allowed him to read in the ripples of the Force that surrounded all of them. Eryx had solved many of his issues in his past.. it was in the likeness of the Jen'jidai to conquer the demons that lurked within it.. but Eryx would forever be disturbed by his father's departure from this physical realm... so many questions left unanswered. Even when Eryx sought out the quiets of the Unknown Regions to find the ghost of his father he caught only snippets such as the one that found him in the Hall of Guardians. He was always left angry by his father's brevity.

Eryx calmed himself. For a 47-year-old man he was acting a bit childish but.. there was still so much there. Eryx took the blade and tied it to his belt, hanging down on his left hip, the sheath sticking out past his right leg. Eryx tied up his long hair.. left silver prematurely by the stresses the last 25 years had presented him with.

Eryx recalled his father's words and left the Citadel, headed back across the plains until he found the YT-1930 Freighter once dubbed "Silvermane" by his old friend Rozrok Jerikar. He stepped aboard as he was greeted by his HK unit... Eryx put up a hand to silence him. The HK unit was quite articulate.. and had received protocol droid programming long ago. He seemed harmless until forced into action, but Eyrx was blind, and though he could see well with the Force it was not the best of ideas to go about trying to be an ace pilot. Eryx quietly asked his droid to pilot the Freighter out of the system, and that by the time they were out of the atmosphere he would have coordinates.

The Silvermane hovered up out of the atmosphere and away from the planet's atmosphere.

=HK-22=
"Destination, Master?"

=Eryx=
He sat cross-legged behind the pilot's seats, meditating. He opened his white eyes, and walked over to the co-pilot's seat, plopping himself down relaxed he reclined.

"Borleias"

The droid nodded, punched in a few coordinates.. and soon the ship made the jump into hyperspace.. headed for the Colonies.
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Re: Xeroc Pyros' Citadel

Post by An Tiarna Dubh » Thu Jul 22, 2010 10:50 pm

*Lieutenant General Taoilinn approached the Citadel slowly thinking as he walked. Empty? How could this be? No matter he moved forward and looked about the area*
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Re: Xeroc Pyros' Citadel

Post by Mórrígan Dubh » Sun Jul 25, 2010 12:08 am

*At the Citadel the 2000 troopers of the 12th Chathlán Mairnéalach Togorian ~ 12th Togorian Marine Battalion took up guard*
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Re: Xeroc Pyros' Citadel

Post by An Tiarna Dubh » Sat Nov 06, 2010 5:00 pm

*A mass of troops quickly began gathering at the Citadel with gear ready to depart Togoria*
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Re: Xeroc Pyros' Citadel

Post by An Tiarna Dubh » Sun Nov 07, 2010 10:07 pm

*Troops have left at a steady pace with a vast variety of hardware. This process gradually slows down then is over*
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Re: Xeroc Pyros' Citadel

Post by Kyuzo Larkin » Fri Jan 11, 2019 1:27 pm

Kyuzo walked the halls of the shell of a citadel. A fortress that was once a proud testament to a powerful empire was now in disuse. Kyuzo had the whole place illuminated with torches and braizers. Togoria was now his, and he now had a little slice of the galaxy to himself. He however knew it would be soon time to move on. He contacted Nereus and gave his report. He knew he was needed elsewhere, and his campaign would either lead him to Mandalore or Ironclad.
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