The 5 Temples of Dirt-God (Nameless asteroid near Nespis)
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 Post Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2006 4:13 pm    Post subject: The 5 Temples of Dirt-God (Nameless asteroid near Nespis)
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Among the ruins of one of the larger Earth Temples, built hundreds of year previously by some dirt-worshipping race upon the asteroid, Silas hauled a large sack over his shoulder. Toward the highest point, a section of the roof that still stood, he moved, quickly.

Once he arrived, he was amazed by the vastness of the temple. It seemed from afar that simple touching the wall would send the temple crashing to the ground, yet it was amazingly sturdy.

He put the sack down and pulled a man out. He was skinny, though not so much to imply that he had been starved. He had been fed more than enough to survive, but he still had little gurth.

This sin is for god; He will forgive me.

He pulled the man up to his feet.

The torches cast an orange glow upon the stony floor beneath the pair, and the forest was dark. The air echoed with the sound of bugs clicking their legs and animals feasting upon meals earned in daylight.

Silas hoped the media would arrive shortly. For God's plan to succeed, the message must be recieved. 4 murders, and a fifth attempt. But then, on the wings of angels, the innocent would be saved by Silas Orites, a name never known in this galaxy. Then, he would tell that he heard God speak to him, and that it was his duty to save this innocent, and to condemn the Murderer 'Zealot' as a Demon. No one would know it was indeed he himself who had killed the 4 'Sons of the Daemon'.

2 of the condemned had already been killed, and the third was about to die. His sins would be washed away in blood.

Then, Silas began his sacred task. He drew his knife, bringing it to the man's chest, then penetrating the soft flesh. Then, with rythmic motion, he slowly etched the third word of his mantra in the man's skin.

He then slipped a noose around the man's neck. The sight would need to be horrible, and indeed it would be, even moreso than the first two.


The first had been branded with the first word of the mantra, then pushed off the top of an 80-foot-tall temple. As Silas had intended, he crushed his head in the fall. He then moved the body to the top of an altar, making it easily-spottable.

The second man was wipped in a way to display the second word in long gashes along his back. He was then dropped onto a propped-up bed of blades, and landed face-up. The blades almost went the whole way through him, but luckily, his back still bore the intended message.


All-of-a-sudden, Silas pushed the man over the edge. He fell 10 feet before the rope tightened and the man was strangled, blood dripping down his body before forming globules on his toes and falling to the floor of the Temple.

Perfect execution. Silas could tell the sight was absolutely horrific from his point of view on top of the temple.

It was with a grim perseverance that the zealot entered his small Hover-car on the ground. In the Cargo trunk, a man could be heard thumping around. Silas engaged the car before accelerating towards the 4th temple.

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" Cheer up Brian! You know what they say!

Some things in life are bad.
They can really make you mad.
Others'll just make you swear, and curse.

When you're chewing on life's Gristle
Don't grumble! Give a whistle!
And this'll help things turn out for the best... and

Always look on the briiiiight side of life... "

-Otto to Brian, during crucifixion, 33 A.D.

" Police Officer: The personal effects of Jake Blues... one broken pair of sunglasses... one unused prophylactic... one soiled... "

" Elwood: What kind of music do you usually have here?
Claire: Oh, we got both kinds. We got country and western. "

" Elwood: Illinois Nazis.
Jake: I hate Illinois Nazis. "

-The Blues Brothers

Lance Jerak
Julian Noble
Lord Tarpin
Kristina Stark
Silas Orites 'Zealot'
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Silas fell roughly 2 feet before his feet collided with the ground, sending an echo through the courtyard of the Dirt Temple. A low decorative wall ran in a rectangle around the massive temple, which rose to at least 10 stories, buried under a thick layer of sand, boring holes through the weak and decayed mortar intended to keep the same sand from penetrating the sanctity of this former holy place.


Holy only to heathens... Silas thought, hoping the rulers of the underworld would punish the builders of this temple moreso than the other sinners, though eternal damnation was plenty harsh as it was.

At the center of the Temple the Divine one was tied to a large wooden pole Silas had brought from Off-world. She would have to endure this torture for the rest of humanity, though in the end she would bring salvation to the galaxy at large, and redemption. Then, and only then, could Silas return home.

Home. The though of returning made his heart jump, but he knew he needed to concentrate, and in order to do that, one must be patient. His home would still be there when he returned.

His colleague, a young Denonian down on his luck, sat sulking at the far end of the vast chamber. Silas beckoned him to prepare the necessary light show- A staggering, blinding flash from the tip of the temple, and then, a hologram that would make it seem as if the temple was destroyed. But in the center, there would stand Silas, holding the Divine One in his hands.

The colleague's name was Olaris. He would have been the son of a wealthy Nespian Noble, had Seinar Fleet Systems not run his father to ruin. His father committed suicide when the boy was only 10, with naught but a single credit to his name. The boy ran away from the dingy shack he called home and vowed to destroy the Seinars. When Alexus Seinar took control of Nespis, Olaris joined the Anit-Nespis Guerilla Front, an extremely small terrorist organization. Silas had managed to convince the man to aid him only because the fiancee of one of the most high-ranking Nespis Military leaders stood a chance of acquiring harm. And, little known to Silas, he had an agenda of his own.

"Is everything prepared yet?" Silas asked, sneering at the Heretic. Should his aid have not been needed, the man would have had great trouble keeping his head between his shoulders.

"Aus Momentus" replied the man, speaking a form of what seemed to be ancient Nespian. Silas knew enough to decipher the phrase.

Silas waited patiently while Olaris played around with a small device on the ground. He decided against enquiring towards its purpose.

"One last thing." The man stated before scurrying entrance-wards. Silas followed, putting a distance of about 10 feet between himself and Olaris.

Outside, no sun illuminated the barren realm. The asteroid's only natural light emenated from a nearby nuetron star, revealing the shadows with a bright white light. A bead of sweat ran from the top of Silas' bald head to his chin, before sliding down his neck and joining another droplet near the top of his chest. Olaris headed toward an area where the sand grew deep, looking impenetrable. Once they drew near, Silas noticed a few discrepencies in the dune, and realized a Holo-projector had been cleverly hidden there.

"Your work is near completed, brother. But how do I activate the Hologram?" Silas enquired.

"Here's the remote. Just push the left button for the flash, then the right button for the hologram. Only allow a few seconds between them, or the hologram won't activate quickly enough." responded Olaris, seemingly in a far away land, only just concious enough to hand the monk the device.

"And now, sir, I will repay you; I will wash away your sins."

The man scoffed. "And how are you gonna' do that?"

Silas reply came in a much more agressive than the man expected; in a single, fluid motion, the monk drew a dagger, sliced through his colleagues neck, then snuggled the dagger back into it's den.

Olaris coughed twice, gasped for air, then fell to the cobblestone ground, a puddle of blood already forming around his body. He continued gasping for a few seconds, but to no avail. Luckily, the time was enough for him to activate his safety; he had planned to tell the monk of it just before he attacked. The bleeding man reached into his pocket, and depressed a button on a small device. A faint smile appeared over his lips as he wheezed his final moment away.

Silas ran behind the temple, where he would hide until the time drew near; then he would run into the temple and untie the Divine One, simultaneously pressing the buttons on the remote, making it seem as if the temple had been destroyed by god himself.

Nearby, a small shuttle hovered hovered over a raised plateau. It was as low as the tiny ship's pilot would dare bring it, for fear of the sandstorms that often wipped through the desert. Two silhouettes dropped from it's cargo bay, before sprinting off towards the pentagram formed by the 5 Temples.

_________________
" Cheer up Brian! You know what they say!

Some things in life are bad.
They can really make you mad.
Others'll just make you swear, and curse.

When you're chewing on life's Gristle
Don't grumble! Give a whistle!
And this'll help things turn out for the best... and

Always look on the briiiiight side of life... "

-Otto to Brian, during crucifixion, 33 A.D.

" Police Officer: The personal effects of Jake Blues... one broken pair of sunglasses... one unused prophylactic... one soiled... "

" Elwood: What kind of music do you usually have here?
Claire: Oh, we got both kinds. We got country and western. "

" Elwood: Illinois Nazis.
Jake: I hate Illinois Nazis. "

-The Blues Brothers

Lance Jerak
Julian Noble
Lord Tarpin
Kristina Stark
Silas Orites 'Zealot'


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ARG! I know I moved the post! For the love of god!

For those of you who don't know what happened, just PM me if you wanna know.

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" Cheer up Brian! You know what they say!

Some things in life are bad.
They can really make you mad.
Others'll just make you swear, and curse.

When you're chewing on life's Gristle
Don't grumble! Give a whistle!
And this'll help things turn out for the best... and

Always look on the briiiiight side of life... "

-Otto to Brian, during crucifixion, 33 A.D.

" Police Officer: The personal effects of Jake Blues... one broken pair of sunglasses... one unused prophylactic... one soiled... "

" Elwood: What kind of music do you usually have here?
Claire: Oh, we got both kinds. We got country and western. "

" Elwood: Illinois Nazis.
Jake: I hate Illinois Nazis. "

-The Blues Brothers

Lance Jerak
Julian Noble
Lord Tarpin
Kristina Stark
Silas Orites 'Zealot'
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