Bhargebba: The Accursed (SW: GDA Location Thread)

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Bhargebba:

The Accursed
The Accursed

A thousand years ago, the dead planet Bhargebba was once a thriving and lush jungle planet known for various oasises and flora that were the envy of the civilized worlds. However, it was cursed to exist inside the Stygian Caldera; the Sith Worlds. This was its downfall. A millennium ago, a crazed Sith committed a mass extermination of the planet's populace, for no reason other than destruction, and disrupted the ecosystem to such an extent, all life on the once verdant planet was wiped away in the following centuries. It became a Wound in the Force, a place of darkness, pain and great sorrow. And thus it has remained. A planet that feeds on life and twists the minds of the sentient.

Half hidden in a bile yellow arm of the Stygian Caldera nebula, Bhargebba has been forgotten, lost to history as another world broken by the power of the Sith.

Until now.

A fallen Mandalorian by the name of Darth Stryfe rediscovered the planet scowering Sith Space Hyperlanes for wreckage and plunder many years ago and it is here, that the rumors of Stryfe's madness begins. Obsessed with forging a new interpretation of the Dark Side, he began building starcraft in old ports that lay in ruins and since then has amassed a loyal armada which uncovers more ruins by the day.

Resurrecting the lifeless desert world, bearing nothing more than a fortified city, but a beacon for Force-sensitives as either a place of ancient wisdom or a planet of horror.

Demographics:

Xol and its Temple
Xol and its Temple

It is believed that the planet once boasted a population of approxamtely two billion inhabitants, possibly in a caste system stylized after or directly inherited from the Sith Species. Which according to tablets and other relics found within the sand and fortifications, written in Old Tongue, the Sith language, seem to enforce these notions.

Currently, the Stronghold of Stryfe only hosts a fledgling number of around 300,000 permanent inhabitants. None of which are civilians and currently has no means of self sufficiency, relying on piracy to feed its army and expendable resources are gathered in a similar manner.

The City of Xol, the Night Capital, it is called as it receives a mere four hours of daylight, is the only populated area on the entirety of the planet and the majority of its structures were excavated by Stryfe's followers and are the foundations of his Sith Cult. More recent additions have been primarily military focused, such as spaceport expansions and numerous defenses. Its spaceports however, are toiled upon endlessly and have expanded rapidly in the short occupation of the world.

The Night Capital has no means of trade or manufactures any goods besides weaponry and craft for Stryfe's cult. In the past it is believed Bhargeeba once produced a plethora of consumable produce and diamond exports.

Xol hosts a great deal of groundside turbolasers of variety of sizes, five of which are some of the largest constructed outside of Super Star Destroyers and focused solely on anti-capital ship bombardments whilst the dozens of others gradually decrease in size to defend against nimble starfighters. Outside from turbolasers, several building mounted ion cannons exist and regiments are spread in a barracks of neighborhoods around the dark pyramid in its center.

After the resurrection of Bhargebba's Sith Temple from the rolling desert dunes, it has become a megastructure which dwarfs the buildings of Xol, it also functions as a base of operations for Stryfe's army and the enormous focal point of the city. Surrounded by an artificial lake, which due to its sodium content objects of even great size are unable to sink and exists merely to remind troops that Bhargebba is still a planet. Likewise, major walkways are powered by geothermic energy and produce heat from ground level radiators during the extraordinarily cold long nights.

Geography:

  • Possesses a radical climate, with temperatures often in excess of 110 degrees Fahrenheit during day side, with night side the temperature plummets well below freezing
  • Due to the Stygian Caldera, its solar cycle is on a 26 hour rotation but features only 4 hours of daylight in some areas and others upwards of 16 hours of daylight.
  • Bhargebba possesses no natural oceans or other bodies of water, necessitating moisture collectors to maintain the needs of the population of Xol.
  • The expanse of desert is broken into seven quadrants, whereas Xol is the epicenter, there exists multiple other cities still yet buried beneath the sand.
  • The dunes of Bhargebba shift with the winds, causing the landscape to change immediately in some cases.

OoC:

  • The Location of Bhargebba is semi-hidden, so invitation or previous knowledge of its coordinates may be necessary. Please contact Sargon Stryfe for further information.
  • Its planetary defenses are vast, please sell accordingly if attacking Xol or its inhabitants.
  • Primarily this thread is for future use, however Sith characters are welcome to explore its Temple without harassment if peaceful.
  • …..also its pretty creepy, so keep that in mind if you would lol
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My kind of place.

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Those descriptions...Love the atmosphere.

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@thisisgonnahurt: When I initially wrote it I honestly thought "Warsman would get it a kick out of this" lol

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@aelia_stormwind: A Jedi could learn much in Xol, Stormwind…

Many thanks! In the upcoming weeks I hope to incorporate it more in my narrative.

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@sargon_stryfe: Might pay the capital a visit while I'm in empire space.

Even just on a first glance I'm instantly stricken with thoughts about what narrative potentials it has, as well as "extended conflict."

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@aelia_stormwind: Not super familiar with the term “extended conflict” but tons of narrative potential for sure, I am gonna drop a Origins story and Bhargeeba will be super featured

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@sargon_stryfe: Just some BS term I made up on the spot as a catch-all for "small skirmishes and larger battles as part of something even bigger."

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@aelia_stormwind: hahaha that’s a good term, I think it applies to this thread for sure

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A lone shuttle penetrates the atmosphere and lands with attack craft in tow. Negotiations were cut short by the emergence of troopers armed with blaster rifles. They were about to shoot him, but the sentinels he employed brandished their power weapons. He did not surrender. Instead he waved his hand. A protocol droid waddled out of the shuttle as well, exposing their purpose in being here:

The stone tablet from a forgotten world, chiseled upon in pure Sith writing.

"I want to read this, but cannot. Take me to where I can learn."

It was the troopers who lowered their weapons first, and then the sentinels. They motioned for Vatian to get back on board the shuttle. Perhaps understanding him, perhaps leading him into a trap, it did not matter at this point. If he would die here then that would be better than dying ignorant.

He followed them to what he assumed was a cultural center of some sorts.

Little did he know they would bring him to Xol, and to @sargon_stryfe.

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A violent dune storm had overtaken the Night Capital, black clouds produced no rain, merely the shaking power of thunder as lightning twisted and snaked down to the pinnacle of Xol's city scape, which from the red-orange sands of the expansive desert topography the massive tetrahedron seemed to spear the sky. A city of nigh constant night would greet his guest; The dread city of Xol.

And its master, a pirate-king and inducted Sith, awaited his arrival.

The sergeant which investigated the foreign craft alerting Sargon of Vatian's presence in the grand hall of the temple via holo-communications, the great support pillars casting long shadows across the passage and leading to unknown depths as various doorways bore many secrets. However, a set of ornate steps acted as a short ziggurat within, with a ruby forged throne at its summit and a dark form emerged from his roost upon it. A scarlet cloak draped over strong shoulders and tattered ends descending the steps behind him as he strode towards Vatian, worn heels of a soldier's boots sounding amidst the seemingly distant clamor of the storm.

"Welcome to Bhargebba, wanderer." His voice echoing slightly in the vastness of the pyramid, soldiers standing at attention before he motioned his hand to dismiss them. Violet optics scanned Vatian, noticing the lightsaber hilt at his side he remarked. "I intercepted your ship prior to its breaching the atmosphere, I had thoughts of firing an array of turbolasers but something told me not to...the Force has many mysteries does it not?"

"I am Sargon Stryfe, Lord of Xol and the House of Tamur...and I have been informed of another mystery you possess."

His durasteel clad hand gestured in an arching motion, as if inviting Vatian to observe various aisles of artifacts and precious stones in casket like display boxes that were uniformly spread about the confines of the hall; his draconic treasure horde. "I would be willing to translate the runes, this temple lusts for such knowledge...can't you hear it murmuring for answers?" He spoke rhetorically as he moved closer, arm now outstretched and talon-like awaiting, if it provided, the stone tablet to enter his grasp.

Smileless and dead eyed, cold...his other arm beneath the veil of his cloak, clutching the pommel of his lightsaber if his foe showed any form of hostility.

The Sith Archive of Bhargebba was Sargon's abode, his understanding of history was great due mainly to the recovering from a multitude of raids in Sith Space and planets. He would assist Vatian for his own curiosity, but was weary of a man who ventured through the Stygian Caldera and further to the rumored hellish base of the Mad Mandalorian.

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Upon breaching the circumference of what could be considered a "city", each layered district of the metropolis an increasingly varied array of tents and makeshift fortresses to the pirates taking residence within, Vatian seemed entirely focused instead on the rising pyramidal spire reaching towards the darkened sky. Jutting out like one of the black fangs of the fabled Night Beast of Sith lore, each broken edifice of the otherwise perfect canine-shaped protrusion offered sparks of civilization. Lamps, dancing in the harsh breeze, could only illuminate what drifted near them. Vatian could pick out the presence of eyes staring at his shuttle as the protocol droid maintained altitude and trajectory. He could not physically see the source of those stares, however. The Force told him that they were not hostile - at least not yet.

The vague protection of the attack craft guiding him here ensured that much.

His shuttle came to an easy stop in what he could only assume to be one of hundreds of landing bays scattered throughout the city. He knew of the presence of pirates out here. This had to be the root of many of their smaller empires, this dark city of Xol.

He was guided through the streets, the soldiers in front and his sentinels flanking behind. He had no doubt that if he came here on his own accord, he would be butchered. But fear did not radiate from his posture and facial expression. Such was his conviction that many who looked upon him severely doubted if he possessed such an emotion to begin with. Some even whispered and murmured questions about him even being human.

The soldiers meandered through the twisting nether of cobblestone, perhaps testing to see if Vatian were to hold to the pressure against his own word. When he followed without restraint in his movements, they must have silently agreed with each other about something.

Slinking through into the most open area of the labyrinth, they continued to move. Vatian however, needed a moment to collect his thoughts. The grandeur of the restored stonework caught his attention first and the detail fully ensnared it. Each marking meant something he wanted to know. Each slash had history, and every blaster-mark was a scar worth remembering.

Deeper into the catacombs he purposely kept step with the soldiers responsible for escorting him here. Despite the initial interest he knew he had a mission to provide answers for a very curious lord. He could explore at his leisure later.

"At last," he remarked upon seeing Sargon descending from his throne. The meaning seemed foreign to others, perhaps, but Vatian had little patience for the distant bravado of monarchs and kings. Here, it would seem the pirate lord wanted no secrets. Vatian appreciated that.

He commanded the protocol droid to surrender the stone to Sargon's power with a snap of his fingers. Only when Sargon had finished his opening statement did Vatian permit himself a response.

"Lord Stryfe then?" he asked, implying a need to know what to call Sargon during his stay here. "I am Vatian Raas,"

He could also feel Sargon's increased aggression. He knew of Vatian's blade, but any indication of this knowledge on the part of the Governor of Thaal did not surface. The physical threat of Stryfe's hand reaching for his own saber did nothing to mellow the greeting.

"There will be no need for your sword. We are both curious about the Galaxy. We can enjoy each other's experience of history without the need for weapons."

As if to punctuate, he dismissed his own sentinel guards to a corner of the throne room.

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Sargon listened closely to his guest's words yet he did not comply immediately, he merely stared into the eyes of Vatian as if searching the optic's organic matter for trace emotions or some suggestion of intent; then he believed the words.

Removing his hand from the hilt of his weapon, the Red Raider adjusted the hand to grip the tablet with both hands slowly only to make his way to a pedestal to his left equipped with repulsor technology. The Mandalorian set the tablet on the device, and stepped back a stride, while two repulsors were activated, one above and one below and a spray of sea blue light emitted outwards, bathing Sargon's pallid skin with such light, his dull amethyst hued eyes gravitated towards Vatian for a moment and he approached the pedestal again, fingers guiding his eyes as he began to mutter strange sounds aloud before interrupted himself.

"My archive is yours to discover; the face of the stone has defects and erosion has obscured characters in a significant portion, however recoverable the interpretation should take some time." Thunder rung above the pyramid just then.

Stryfe was not a scholar, although his knowledge was vast he was never reared for such activities. Everything action, every thought was dedicated for an advancement of his Sith Cult and its heretical and hyper-militant theories.

And something about this Vatian Raas, perhaps its origin in Sargon's attunement in the Dark Side, made him conspire, fill with suspicions and form possible outcomes mentally in sporadic intervals.

The Darth was honorable but his motives were muddled with lunacy, and time would tell if he would prove to be friend or foe.

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Sometime Later...

Sargon studied the words for a final time, mouthing its incantations in a semi-meditative state before turning to Vatian, prepared to address the mysteries the tablet bore.

"This is imbued with old sorcery, strong...forged in a time known to my father's people as the Great Shadow Crusade. It concerns a tale while specifically mentions a certain sacking of Onderon and its the treasures of its moon. However..."

His eyes grew wild, a smirk on his face as the pirate-king passed a large stone column and entered into one of the organized rows of the display cases. "...before I continue, I would be intrigued to know how you came about this relic? I know a pirate and a vagabond when I see one and you are neither...I have been quite transparent with my dealings, so pray tell wanderer... what exactly are you?"

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For a Mandalorian, Sargon possessed an overwhelming sense of care with his artifacts. Of course, that was coming from a man who spent a fair amount of time "serving" the Republic as a Senator. The momentary bias passed quickly. Obviously he would care about the history of the galaxy, he came from a long lineage of proud warriors. Any self-respecting warrior culture would cultivate an understanding of preserving what was and could be again. Vatian turned his attentions toward the exquisite displays of other artifacts and weapons.

The first item that caught his eye had done so for a while now. From the first moment he stepped into the throne room, it called out to him from the corner of his hardened gaze. Perhaps one of the very last of its kind, a solid metal Sith blade preserved in an airless stasis chamber. The specifications of what gripped the tang were long ago dissolved with age. Even the material itself seemed so distantly warped, hardly the shape of a sword but rather the shadow of one. Mere residue of war.

For hours he dedicated himself to the craft of observing the collections, reading what names he could from his seemingly basic knowledge of Sith literature as well as piecing the rest together through his comparatively bottomless reservoirs of archived memory. To him it might have been mere moments. His obsession with the past drove the future of Thaal. What would come of that, only he knew the answer to.

His deepening chasm of almost hypnotized interest in the archives drew to an abrupt close as Sargon returned with what he had discovered about the tablet. Though Vatian's initial and admittedly hurried translations proved somewhat correct, the actual meaning behind the stone caused a singularity of facial distortion in his otherwise stony visage.

The name stung him, a blaster bolt to the stomach. Hunger for more welled up inside him, the smothering hemorrhage of his eternal hunt for more information. He could almost feel it in the back of his mind. It spoke out in a hushed whisper to him.

"Onderon," he repeated quietly. Though he listened to Sargon, the greater intensity of his concentration burned for the Galaxy. "Your honesty is appreciated. I suppose it's only fair that I reciprocate,"

He stabbed his gaze towards Sargon as the Mandalorian curled his talons around his throat. This must have been as close to tension as they dared so far.

"I am Vatian Raas, Governor of Thaal. The Force guided me to the stone and to you as part of one of its many... 'mysteries'," a coy smirk. "I know you are aware of my blade. I can also sense that we are of the same mind about Onderon. Know that I serve the Force, and only the Force. Whether or not that information satisfies you, I must excuse myself from your hospitality. Though, I would be honored to have you come with me to Onderon."

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"Thaal." Sargon voicelessly mouthed, he listened to Vatian's speech with hunter-like focus as he patrolled the aforementioned stasis chamber containing the ancient Sith sword, admiring its contorted form, as if mummified and in some ways, this was true. Deviating from the subject momentarily, noticing the Governor's admiration for the object he spoke "I recovered this in my early years as a Acolyte on Korriban, where I had traveled to the Yavin system for an archeological expedition in search of holocrons of the ancient Lords of the Sith. I found that, I could not let the fools in the Empire have such a possession and it was the first of my treasures I have installed in this temple." His temperament became quite passive, as he reached upwards and pressed his fingers against the glass, the golden sword in some ways was holy to him. "One of the many moons of Yavin Prime gave me this gift...forged over three thousand years ago by none other than Naga Sadow."

Vatian was curious, a consumer of knowledge and surely he could appreciate seeing a scar of history before him.

However, to the subject at hand, Sargon turned on his boot heel as he summoned one of his subjects to catch his cloak, which he unfastened, revealing a blackened durasteel cuirass which absorbed the light, and manifested itself as a shadow upon a likewise ebon tunic and breeches. His electrum coated lightsaber glistened in contrast, along with the chromium of a blaster pistol on his thigh. His words were still controlled and regal, yet dwelling within, beneath the surface of lordliness, was the passion of a Sith of great suffering and rage.

"Onderon holds a great place in my heart: its moon is the eternal tomb of the Mandalore the Indomitable and his valiant Neo Crusaders and their philosophy is the bedrock of my Empire." There were indeed other reasons that Sargon pseudo-worshipped this planet, in time they would surface. "The tablet in your possession, Governor Vatian, discusses the nature of multiple locations of legend and treasures hidden by Exar Kun; the author of this relic. His sorcery is still echoes in its writings... a sorcery taught to Kun by another, far older Sith by the name of Freedon Nadd, Dark Lord and King of Onderon."

Sargon gazed backwards momentarily at the Sith sword and its dark sanctity. "Freedon was an apprentice to the maker of that blade...I wonder what other treasures lay beneath the royal palace of Iziz...and the moon itself." He spoke not to guest, but to himself out loud.

Sargon met eyes with Vatian, whose words he confirmed with a simple nod. "Follow me."

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Spaceport of Xol...

Hangar Five...

Exiting an open air shuttlecraft, the storm still raging above, driving a torrent wind of dust and hot air against the Mandalorian and his companion as he walked towards a large bay door, far greater in size than any other on the accused planet. Sargon turned to face Vatian, his long black hair bellowing backwards in the wind, heavy shadows cloaked his face, the night concealing his form partially and only in the lightning flashes did he appear to be a man.

He announced "You have a taste for history, this one was taken from the dunes of this world...allow me to present the greatest prize I have ever recovered."

Waving his hand effortlessly, the bay door was opened mechanically, a grinding screech sounded throughout the complex and its interior remained in darkness until the doors hand opened completely.

"Behold...Omen." Sargon proudly hailed.

Suddenly the lighting systems were activated and a ship which dwarfed all of Sargon's fleet in its enormity, supported above the sea of concrete by a plethora of hydraulic armatures, ancient and spectacular was the fully restored and augmented Kandosii-type Dreadnought christened Omen.

"Onward to Onderon, Vatian...we shall set course whenever you are prepared to." His head turning to observe his guest's reaction, a deathly smile appearing on his face amidst a bright flash of the storm.

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The conversation opened Vatian's eyes to the wider implications of Sargon's collection. His assumption of the blade being old had a reasonable foundation, but he had no idea of the regality of its forging. He almost shed a tear as he hovered a hand near the stasis field - never daring to compromise, but merely feeling the air between him and what once touched the flesh of such a legendary figure as Naga Sadow.

Sargon's knowledge of Onderon, of its various masters and monarchies, reminded Vatian of his own study of the one known as Exar Kun - the self-proclaimed 'greatest Dark Lord of the Sith'. Perhaps, in some ways, he was. Kun was an unstoppable duellist, and reached deeper into the reliquaries of the Dark Side than many others dared to even gesture towards. His power signature was often described as a crashing wave of energy, one that did not stop upon meeting the shoreline. If he could seize the opportunity, Kun would overflow the banks of his enemy's very presence in the Force and drown their mind in the resulting flood.

Yet, Sargon did not stop there. The gift of knowledge was secondary to that of discovery. The Lord of Xol uncloaked, revealing his war raiment - the uniform of the Mandalorians. Upon his hip sat the orders of his office, the deadly lightsaber Vatian sensed as well as a blaster pistol he did not doubt Sargon knew better than his own hand. But these were mere trinkets compared to the intellect behind the wandering eyes, that sharpened mental blade Sargon concealed behind his demeanor for one reason or another. It would be his mightiest weapon, Vatian thought. His connection to the Force was strong, and it would only grow stronger.

As they passed, Vatian dismissed his sentinels and the protocol droid back to the shuttle to await further communications.

He remained quiet, almost completely humbled by his surroundings but mostly by Sargon himself. As a Mandalorian, it came as no surprise that he would have ventured across the Galaxy. He found a good amount of comfort in their shared obsession with history. That stoicism continued as they entered into a massive hangar bay. Even in the face of the Bhargebban heat and wind, the Governor of Thaal remained resolute. That was until he saw yet another one of Sargon's many treasures.

"You are full of surprises, Lord Sargon," he almost laughed. Not for a second did he intend on doing so, but rather the initial shock of seeing a museum before and now a fully-functional relic from the Mandalorian Wars tipped him into doing so.

His cloak snapped and billowed in the whipping gusts striking into the heart of the hangar. He was less than cognizant of the potential damages to his regalia, however. To be concerned with such tripe bordered on offensive. The Dreadnought seemed to be staring down at him, sensing his history as a Senator and silently chastising him for even breathing under a Republic flag.

"The Galaxy will not wait for us, Lord Sargon, and you've wasted plenty of time already showing off," he taunted.

"As fast as we are able, and may the Force guide us."