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Felucia ~ Mere moments after Sebastian's ascension as Dark Lord ~ The pair of acoly-nay, that term had died a moment ago with the old Confederacy, did not need to see the hologram or hear its transmission to know what had transpired. Azael was uncharacteristically stiff, serious even. The...

"As you wish." Would come his reply at being mentioned. Even if the new Sith accepted the order-couched-as-a-request with a casual flippancy, his dark face showed that hi mind was already at work, a slight tension that betrayed the gravity of his task. Shu Mai was a good target for any number...

Speaking of self-healing, Azael was quite shit at it, he remembered painfully as he struggled to reduce the swelling in his knuckles. He moved to finish the Tu'kata Sebastian sent his way. Finding the creature nearly dead, he felt almost merciful when he channeled the Force to toss it suddenly...

Azael continued in being relatively quiet, eyes switching lazily between the others as Sebastian spoke and they replied. He drank in the death stare and corresponding distortions of the Force that coursed around Winslow. He wondered if he was playing with fire, sometimes with the cyborg. He...

Very cool! Azael of course will be available in a supporting role!

Azael didn't seem to notice his ally's extreme state as he made a rude gesture to the on-lookers and helped the droid up to its 'feet,' not that he thought it was necessary. His drawl sounded sarcastically at them, "Oh no worries, Azael is ok too, don't rush in all at once." Droids...

Azael just smiled at the mention of the S-word by Zero. All in due time. If the events and plan that Sebastian had explained was shocking to the military men before them, it was no less shocking to the acolytes themselves. Of the Sith Azael had known precious little more than anyone else...

Azael was hurled from his entertained perch, twirling like a ragdoll before being deposited violently upon the earth. Scarcely able to soften his blow with the ground enough to save his fragile bones, the confusion, then fear, then pain, and finally, rage, came rushing at him. He stood up in a...

Added Drain Knowledge-Learner, per this post. Also updated some images!

The space-time disturbance had scarcely abated, revealing a Recusant, when another produced what by now was the infamous Ravager Squadron. Of course, Azael was mostly literate and was aware of its commander, a certain Kelbor, and the reputation that preceeded him. Truth told, he couldn't help...

If Azael knew how to do anything, it was how to dust himself off and get back up off his ass. His lean form twisted and groaned as it was thrown off guard, the cartilage that held it all up bending but not breaking. He tumbled to the ground and rolled, lightsaber thumping unceremoniously...

-Jabiim- Confederate Outer Rim ~Some time after the events of Jan'Fathal Phase 3~ ~~~ With all it had been through, it was a miracle the Tu'kata had made it this far. Even ROXIE's expressionless OOM face seemed a little downcast as she and Azael stood in the hangar bay observing the smoking...

How many acolytes does it take to flip a hovertank?

Yes, along with modernized hyperdrive and engines, a proton torpedo tube, and other enhancements (mostly from the later Corellian variant) and reduced cargo capacity. I intent for it to be a light escort or armed transport for important dignitaries or agents.

Production Information Link to Picture Model: Gozanti-S Class: Corvette/ Light Cruiser Manufacturer: SoroSuub (limited production); originally Corellian Engineering Affiliation: Confederacy of Independent Systems Role(s): Gunship, Patrol boat, personal transport, freighter, etc. Technical...

Azael spent much of their trek quietly smoking and fiddling with illusions between his long, dirtied fingers, letting his boots dangle off the side of their hovering mount. His mind raced with the manifold possibilities, and of course anxieties, that he would soon face alongside the other...

Azael's malicious smirk widened into a cruel grin. He could tell Alexei did not exaggerate, the web of dark energy that suffused the trio pulsing with rageful delight as the other man spoke. "Que va," he said--the author euphemizing his native Vahla language to fit his unoriginal conception...

-City of Lessu- ~Ryloth, Outer Rim Territories~ ~Approximately one month after the formation of the New Republic~ ~~ Navar'Awen Tourath was disappointed to say the least. The source of his exasperation, or at least a reflection of its source, sprawled out before him in the form of Lessu...

I grieve in stereo, the stereo sounds strange You know that if it hides, it doesn't go away If I get out of bed, you'll see me standing all alone Horrified on the stage, my little dark age ~ Giddy with delight, seeing what's to come ~ The image of the dead, dead ends in my mind

Swapped out Battle Meditation for Alter Environment and made edits accordingly.