Dominion A Dogs World | SO Dominion of Kinooine

[Darth Empyrean]

Dominion of Kinooine​

877 ABY​

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The mountainous world of Kinooine is often overlooked, even by Outer Rim standards, with the local populace left to their own devices due to their uncooperative nature. Their world’s position on our left flank is one we cannot ignore however, for now a group of rogue Sith and spurned military commanders have taken up residence there after fleeing from our fleets.​

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Although small in number, their position does allow them a perfect back door straight to the heart of our empire. Jutrand cannot be placed under siege by a handful of ungrateful and disgraced vagabonds, nor can we allow such a potential weakness to fester into an even greater threat should they choose not to attack immediately.​

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Thus the order has come down from on high, with an invasion fleet in orbit ready to rain death upon any centers of resistance and several forward bases already established by some initial landings, we must bring Kinooine into compliance and bring these rebelling officers and Sith to heel.​

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Objective 1: Weapons of Another Age​

In the years following the Battle of Endor the world of Kinooine would become home to a garrison from the Nagai Expeditionary Force and a Sith cult. While the Nagai and Lumiya’s Sith are both long gone they have left behind several relics and artifacts of interest.​

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Aside from some relatively minor Sith artifacts however, the Nagai had armories and even several ships stationed there that are now buried and awaiting retrieval. One such Nagai ship has been unearthed by a local archaeologist, who was subsequently murdered by the newly arrived rogue Sith, and work has begun to excavate and reactivate the mighty vessel.​

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While normally the cruiser could be struck from orbit, the engineers working on the ship have managed to get the shields back online and much of the hull has been unearthed to provide even greater protection. There is no time for a dedicated bombardment, an infiltration is the quickest way to ensure that the cruiser can’t be used against our fleet.​

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Invade the digsite, kill any who would oppose you but beware the security systems, and do your best to keep it in one piece. The ship is too valuable to go to waste.​

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Objective 2: Bending the Knee​

The local Firrerreo clans have been quickly put in their place by the rogue commanders and many of them have already been brought to several workcamps or to serve on the handful of ships that the rogues once possessed.​

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With their fleet having been destroyed by our initial attack and their army, both professional and slave conscript, stretched out to fight off our multiple landings the Firrerreo are relatively unguarded as a result.​

Having realized their apparent lack of resistance many of the workcamps have devolved into chaos as the enslaved locals attempt to overthrow their oppressors. These distractions, while valuable, could quickly turn into a problem for our occupation as well.​

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However, if the loyalty of these Firrerreo could be secured then their species would be a great asset to our armies. Whether by assistance or domination, control these riots and sharpen them into proper battles.​

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Objective 3: Desanctification​

Despite the relative unimportance of the world, it is known that once upon a time the Jedi Luke Skywalker did visit the planet. Where he went and what he did have long since faded and been forgotten from common memory but his presence there alone has been enough for some of the cults and minor religions in the Outer Rim to consider the world somewhat holy.​

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A small shrine and church dedicated to the Jedi, tended by both local Firrerreo and by others that have made the pilgrimage to the world, has been erected in one of the many valleys between the planet’s mountain ranges.​

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Although insignificant the destruction of such a site would prove to any who cling to hope that the Jedi can relieve them of our wrath that there is no such help. Destroy the shrine, execute the monks and pilgrims, and make their holy site a killing ground to soil it forevermore.​

 

[Von-Kri]

Objective IV: Experimentation​

Tag: Open​

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The Acolyte Von-Kri marked things down on his holopad, quietly acknowleding the progression of the disease in the quarantined town. He coughed into his closed mouth as he passed by another group of suffering Firrerreo. The disease seemed to impart on them a variety of lesions that quickly festered and fought to sustain themselves - only to be healed directly after, no doubt by the Firrereo's internal mechanism.​

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The disease, in itself, was isolated to the Firrerreo. Some autoimmune disease, possible a odd form of viral cancer - he wasn't sure exactly what, but he notated his findings regardless. Soon, other Sith would arrive, and they would need far closer inspection than he did. While his own disease seemed to fight off other diseases, if this were to transfer from one of the dying members in the field hospital to anyone who came by, there could be serious threats to the entire world.​

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He lightly tapped his chin with the pen as his gaze fell back on someone dying before him.​

 

[Iasha Rha]

Tags: Darth Strosius
Objective 2​

She wasn't sure if he would show up.

It had been years since they had worked together last, and there was a surprising amount of organisational distance between Alisteri and Iasha. She worked for his master, but they were usually offered different objectives, different targets. She assumed it was because they had different priorities. Iasha knew she was far more expendable in the Dark Lady's eyes than her prize apprentices.

She didn't mind, it gave her all the more freedom to sow seeds of her own.

But this mission had Darth Strosius written all over it, and while Iasha had taken the initiative, she would be playing second to the Knight.

In her arms, she had a collection of dossiers concerning the whereabouts and dispositions of several leaders among the local warlords and the firrerreo rebel leaders. She also had a suggested plan for whom to assassinate to best lead the rebellion into the service of the Order. She hoped his hatred for slavery would mean he would give her his support.

If not, she would have to go to plan besh.

The Dark Lady desired the subjugation of Kintooine, and one way or the other, she would have it.

 

[Lord Reficite]

Objective 1: Weapons of Another Age
Tags: Open
Equipment: Tattered Cloak of Converting, Helm of Force Phantasm, Personal Double-Bladed Lightsaber​

The slight hiss of his helmet being reattached to his head echoed into the dry sands from nearby. Giving a slow pattern of breathing, his eyes from behind the mask opened. Who knew attempting to sense through the Force after over a thousand years would be so difficult, to find and track down what is actually his own creations. The Ritualist thought to himself, wondering if indeed this was the right place...but the Force has led him to this location after much, much control over it.

It was here, his amulet...the Amulet of Rupture. The amulet, without him being nearby, almost felt naked without it. Part of his own great power felt diminished without it, as was with so many other creations of his now scattered among the Galaxy to be found once more.

But now...as it laid nearby, he watched from afar. The power...it gave him chills along his newly acquired spine, but in a good way. It will soon be reattached towards its former master, its true master!

Standing now, he would walk over towards the cruiser without much...cause of concern for being detected. At the very least, his Cloak of Converting will cloud his force signature just enough to get inside...though he would not know of the others soon to be arriving. He assumed he be the only one...how wrong would he be.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Objective IV: Observation and Experimentation

She had no interest in rogue warlords and commanders that had fled Empyrean's declaration and subsequent purge on the planet Kinooine, nor was she concerned with weapons from eight centuries ago or de-sanctifying a site that the legendary Luke Skywalker might have visited. No, what had brought the Lady of Secrets to the planet had more to do with a curious report about a town that was under quarantine.

The Firrerreo's healing abilities were incredible, able to heal injuries within moments if minor or mere hours if major. She had experimented on some subjects of the species during the One Sith era, an early part of her work when she had still been an apprentice under Darth Praelior, and she had to admit she was curious.

Accompanied by several of her Malaise Adepts and other researchers, Darth Arcanix and her retinue landed at the designated zone at the quarantined town, and she was led to the field hospital where the worst patients were currently detained for study. She was pleased to see that there were some Sith interested in the phenomenon as well, including an acolyte that to her senses gave off a dark side aura touched with disease and pestilence.

Von-Kri

 

[Riordan Catlow]

As a rule Riordan did not mind beast smuggling.

They were not sentient, there was a good profit margin and the usual lack of victims meant that paperwork was reduced to a minimum. What Rio did mind was a regulatory rule breach. These smugglers had decided to breach the sanctum of several Sith Alchemists, taking their mutated Sithspawn and making off with them.

Rio wasn't entirely sure how they managed to do this.

Luckily he was not an Inquisitor. It was not up to him to discern the method. No, he was just here to follow-up.

Here was Kinooine. An unremarkable planet whose primary achievement laid several centuries in the past. This was relatively depressing but Rio didn't allow himself to feel down about it.

He was going to be busting regulation breachers today. "Quiet." Rio cuffed the gagged sentient over the head. This miscreant had been captured about half an hour ago outside the estate the smugglers were working from. Diplomatic negotiations had broken down about five minutes in when the sentient called 'Alexander' decided to insult his mother.

It was an odd insult, since Rio was reasonably sure the Rodian didn't know his mother and certainly not as intimately as he intimated.

Harsh negotiations followed.

After about ten more minutes Rio extracted what he needed. Now it was just a matter of observation to ensure the information about the patrols were correct. If the location of the reactor room was accurate? Rio could slip in, deactivate it and turn the Sithspawn loose. Presumably this would take care of most of the smugglers.

Perhaps he would have enough time to write up a few fines for the survivors.

That would be nice.

Damsy Callat

 

[Damsy Callat]

Fate would have it that Damsy had been tracking the same smuggling ring too, but that’s where she and Rio differed. For one, she saw sentience where he did not. For two, she had completely bypassed security by getting poached herself—a marked benefit of not taking one’s self overtly serious, another difference between them.

They had thrown her in with war worms as evidenced by the thick trails of slime that she felt drip down her exposed skin as she rolled over to sit up. Clearly, and reasonably, the smugglers had not known where to put her in a series of cages separated out by Spawn species, but they had still gotten closer to putting her with similar kin than they would ever know.

Well, then again.

Maybe they would come to know.

A sound rippled the stale air, a kind of soft bray, in response to the ripple of Dark intent that had gripped Damsy. The large worm closest to her had stopped cutting a nervous path across its shared durasteel cell and turned its head towards her. Red eyes bore into her blue ones, immediately recognizing, despite the traditional color theory, her as Sith.

She worked a hand behind her as a brace on the floor and hopped up first to her feet and then to her legs. “Yeah,” she cooed as she neared the worm. “Ya get me.”

Another bray, then a bow of the head.

She slid her grasp softly onto one of its head spikes. “This floor must not taste very good, huh?” Just a guess. Their taste buds were scattered over their skin as a vestige of nature rather than a mindful preservation of Alchemy.

”Hey!!”

Static tasted worse, she also guessed, as electricity pulsed through the cage and caused every being within it to fall over. It left the worms’ green goo smoldering.

“Nice little trick there.”

The guard was probably referring to her speaking Basic.

Damsy flipped herself over again. There he was, outside of the bars, prodder in-hand. She coughed as she spoke. “You too…”

Water was a great conductor as well.

Riordan Catlow

 

[Darth Strosius]

Objective: Bending the Knee
Equipment: Lightsaber, Dagger, Armor
Tags: Iasha Rha

It was very very rare that the enemies of both Alisteri and the wider Sith aligned. They had plenty of overlap yes, but not even the Jedi were such a focal point of his own personal wrath as those that he would be hunting today. And to top it off the offer had come from someone in the service of his master, not an order from some Eternalist lackey.

It was almost too perfect really.

Alisteri had journeyed to Kinooine not long after the destruction of the rogue Sith fleet was completed, his shuttle dropping into the atmosphere of the besieged world without hesitation. There was little time to waste after all, the riots weren't going to organize themselves after all.

The shuttle came to land not far away from where Iasha stood, the ramp lowering with a slight hiss before it touched the ground. The masked Knight strode out soon after, making his way down the ramp and setting foot on the surface of Kinooine. "Lady Iasha, a pleasure to be working with you again. And on such a righteous mission no less, thank you for the invitation. Where do we begin?"

 

[Riordan Catlow]

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Riordan Catlow was entirely unaware of Damsy Callat's efforts.

This was for the best.

If he was notified a Sith Lord was currently running an operation he would have withdrawn himself. Yes, Rio was a Sith Auditor, but he was also merely a Knight of the Sith Order. Damsy outranked him. Later on he'd have discovered that she was not part of HIS Order and then he'd be very annoyed about it.

Instead Rio made his way into the compound.

Once or twice he almost had a heart attack. Turning a corner and being face-to-face with a terrifying mug wasn't his idea of a fun time. Luckily these smugglers couldn't see him like this.

The Darkside of the Force was a pathway towards abilities some would consider unnatural.

Like the ability to slip out of sight and become invisible.

Inside the compound he found a security panel. From there it was not that difficult to find the lock mechanisms that kept the animals penned in. This was presumably not exactly what Damsy had in mind with her keen infiltration tactics. But Rio hadn't been consulted. So he disengaged the locks and within the next ten seconds?

Every single cage hissed open.

The smuggler that was just praising Damsy? His eyes widened and already he raised his shock-baton. "No, stay back!"

Damsy Callat

 

[Damsy Callat]

This development wasn’t quite as good one might think it was.

Neither for the Spawn or the smugglers. Now, Damsy? She’d be fine.

She repeated the actions of standing up she had stepped through moments before, watching the now-open cell door intently in an attempt to see through any mirage. In a few uneventful seconds, during which she realized that they had been in fact freed, she rushed outside, intent on putting herself between this guard and the clew.

”Y’know what’s also a cool trick?”

He wouldn’t have enough time to begin to answer her question if he had failed to categorize it as rhetoric before his blood began to freeze. A slow, rattling cough would strain out of his closing throat next as the very air in it crystallized.

When he fell to the floor, his joints couldn’t move to brace, and the solidness of the sound reverberated through the makeshift cell block. If he was even still alive, there was no room left in his mouth to scream.

Her own blood swelled with heated pride. She had mastered cyrokinesis long ago, but had ever since then always held back because the target of that power was her. It felt good to finally graduate from mere self-preservation.

She surged forward to grab, then tear, the shock baton from the smuggler’s mummifying grip. The crack was beyond satisfying. As she straightened back up, she glanced into the cage, from which the worms had not moved. “C’mon,” she coaxed, “out!”

Out, as in of the entire building, not just the cell.

With that, she jogged off, easily maneuvering around other cells, to find her next victim.

Riordan Catlow

 

[Von-Kri]

Tag: Taeli Raaf​

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The groans of the dead hummed in their disgusting cacophony, overbearing the quiet sound of sinew reforging around a wound that tried desperately to open itself. Weeping, leaking, smelling of death and pestilence, the tent had become little more than a graveyard for the waiting. There was, afterall, little Von-Kri could do to save them.​

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Amidst the noise and the sound, however, he did not hear the tent flaps open. Instead he continued to write observational notes for a few moments, letting his focus drive him on the minor nuances of what he saw - but the sound of someone clearing their throat behind him forced a chill down his spine. He realized only then the sensation he had felt through the force, of a great and dark power behind him.​

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He turned and stood almost at attention, nearly fumbling the pen and holopad from his grasp, but caught it at the last second. His eyes studied the Sith Lady for recognition, only to pale a bit at who it was. Darth Arcanix, one of the Sith he had learned about in the Academy - that who befell the Alliance, crushed them, and opened up the Core for the despoilment of Carnifex.​

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He dropped to a knee, letting his head hang low -​

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"Darth Arcanix, my apologies. I was not informed you were arriving.", he said, desperately running through the thoughts in his head to make sure nothing was too out of place or possibly insulting. While it was illegal to murder in their Imperium, someone of her status could wipe him from the face of all records - and it was hard to be charged for the murder of someone that never existed.​

 

[Lord Reficite]

Objective 1: Weapons of Another Age
Tags: Open​

Equipment: Tattered Cloak of Converting, Helm of Force Phantasm, Personal Double-Bladed Lightsaber

"Thank you for your...donation."

The body dropped in front of the Sith Lord, the strange swirls of white and blue smoke went around Darth Reficite. Going through the pores of the helmet, he leaned back and slowly breathed in deeply. It has been a very long time since he had the taste of death go through once more, the taste of taking a life to then impose onto another life in of itself. Breathing out, the swirls of smoke started to come out of the mask as it would circulate around the helmet now slowly.

Long ago, the thought of death had frightened him so much. The idea of a final moment, the moment where to pass onto into another realm. He even stole life, to achieve a new life of his own. Only then, did he realize how much of the Force he really did not understand, how the Force itself can not only keep ones self alive...but allow new life to blossom in exchange for death. Breathing in deeply again, the smoke would vanish as the clattering of feet nearby started to increase down the hallway.

Infiltration is what the Sith Order would have most likely done...however without even knowing them, Darth Reficite went in as a bull, an uncontrolled monster only set on one thing, reclaiming what he had long lost in death. The Galaxy may have advanced, the Sith may have evolved, the Technology to kill so many of their kind may have evolved...but Darth Reficite did not, a relic set from the past on the same principles that had worked from over two thousand years ago.

Kill, Rebirth, Overwhelm, Victory​

This was the simple motto of combat for Darth Reficite. The boots turned from the edge of the hallway just as the left arm raised up, hand directed just like Force Lightning...but none come out. Instead from the helmet itself, came a small tear made of blood going down the left eye socket, caking part of his mask in a streak of blood. With it, came a shriek from Darth Reficites helmet as a large red Force Phantom erupted in front of him, charging down violently towards the unsuspecting cultists and troops as the violent shrieks filled the hallway.

Walking forward slowly, he merely let the Phantom do all the work for him, more swirls of blue and white smoke came towards Darth Reficite with each death...with each death, more bloody tears came down from the eye sockets. Tonight was the night, to show who was the Master of this base, the Master that came knocking, the Master reclaiming his creation.

 

[Rayden Helonus]

A R B I T R A T O R
Objective - Desanctification
TAGS - Open
LOCATION - Kinooine, Shrine of the Jedi

Rayden was, by no means, averse to genocide and wholesale slaughter.

He was Sith, afterall.

Still, there was something about the notion of destroying a convent of unarmed monks and pilgrims that... irked him. It seemed like a wholly pathetic waste of his time, of Sith resources. There was no honour or glory in mindless killing, and it was but a small blow to the Jedi's pride at best. An overgrown wayshrine was of little consequence to an order as ancient and apathetic as the Jedi, not when they had the ancestral home of the Sith in their hands; millennia of heritage at the mercy of charlatans.

While he knew his destiny, to shepherd the reclamation of their homeworlds, he also knew the significance of the blow he would deal today; perhaps not on such a galactic scale, but to the people of Kinooine. It was such that, as the SD-5s Infiltrator approached the Shrine of the Jedi, the Sith Knight resolved to leech as much satisfaction from every blow as he could.

He intended to send a message, and so he spared himself the tedium of stealth, opting to land his ship right at the gate to his target. His slow advance down the ramp was almost cinematic, his robes blowing ever so slightly with the wind as the pressurised gases of his ship flowed with him like smoke, mingling with the atmosphere of the planet.

As he had hoped, he had not caught the convent unaware; their ancient, wooden doors were barred to him... if first impressions were any indication, then there could be no doubt that this... task would be most pathetic. Their defenses were not worth a conceited effort from the Sith, merely outstretching his hand, gripping the doors from within, and ripping them off their hinges from without.

Marching into the shrine, he pulled his saber from his belt and let the crimson blade loose; his blade claiming it's first victim on it's journey to his hand, beginning the slaughter.
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[Riordan Catlow]

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What she found instead was a certain Sith Auditor.

Currently crouched over the corpse of another smuggler with a thoughtful expression. A datapad was in his hand as he matched the picture on it with the face staring soullessly ahead of it. "Hm, check, that one fits." Nodding to himself calmly as he scrolled down the list of suspects. Luckily he managed to already sign off on three suspects, all here and accounted for.

Usually Riordan would have needed to haul them with him to the Tribunal Courts, but they were silly enough they found themselves in the middle of the crime scene (next to the Sithspawn cages) and actively resisting arrest.

Silly things.

Only then did Riordan look up.

"Ah." He looked Damsy Callat up and down with naked curiosity. "Hm. Hold on a moment." One finger raised for a pause he scrolled down the datapad, but she did not seem to be part of his list.

"You are not part of the smugglers' band." Rio finally declared as he rose up to take her fully in. Her eyes burned with power, so this must have been the sudden surge in the Force he had felt. It was lucky that she wasn't part of the smugglers. Running away right now would have been deeply undignified and also the only proper course of action.

"Please state your business, so I can put it down for the record."

His eyes only briefly went past Damsy's shoulder and noted the worms. For now Rio didn't make a point out of it. Yes, he was required to confiscate all stolen property on scene, but he hadn't yet figured out how to do that with an armada of stolen Sithspawn.

 

[Lord Reficite]

Objective 1: Weapons of Another Age
Tags: Open
Equipment: Tattered Cloak of Converting, Helm of Force Phantasm, Personal Double-Bladed Lightsaber​

The blood just kept flowing, the bodies kept dropping and the sacrifices kept coming. With each shriek, with each howl, with each dull thud, another soul joined with the Dark Lord of Rebirth. It was almost intoxicating the amount of Life that could be brought forth with all the souls that had been gathered. Keeping track was now near impossible, it just felt as if dozens had fallen towards him. The Force Phantoms sauntered forth, killing who they desired and bringing back tribute to their Master. It may even be enough for those he had lost even longer ago, to once again rejoin the fold.

Walking towards the bridge, the Force Phantoms shrieked as they stopped towards the door. Giving strange yells and scratching at an invisible barrier with one by one, pummeling into the barrier as they began to vanish from view. Darth Recifite had gathered that whatever was on the bridge, was actively blocking out the Living Force. Going towards the door, he breathed in and let the force nullification overwhelm him as he stepped onto the bridge.

On the bridge was a single individual, holding a fist sized stone with his body in a rigid, standing position. The person was humanoid, though if pure human was unknown. Turning it a few times, the voice spoke out loud as he paced to the side, the Dark Jedi like robes wavering into the pale artificial light as something gleamed around the Siths neck.

"So the Sith Order has sent a lap dog, to come for our ship?
"I work for no religion, I have come for what is rightfully mine. The Amulet around your neck...please."

Darth Recifites left arm extended with his hand open, as if demanding for it to be given to him. There was a bit of a chuckle from the other as it went from nervous to a rather loud rumble of laughter. Shaking his head, the person pointed with his right hand and spoke up with his voice deepening in loathing hatred on each word.

"Your joking? You killed at least...a fourth of our crew, barging through with undead spirits and causing untold amount of damage. Let me say I believe you are not from the Sith Order...what makes you think I will just simply hand this over to you, while I hold this Void Stone and prevent your power over us?"
"Cause I can end another fourth of your crew within the hour. While you are safe with that stone in your hand, the rest of your crew is not. I will always have power over this crew...the Force is not the only way to achieve what is rightfully mine."

The distinct snap-hiss of a lightsaber erupted in Darth Recifites right hand, his left one still holding out towards him in a form of patience. The red glow contrasted against the dull pale light in the room, both blades ignited with one of them digging into the ground.

"Either hand over the amulet or suffer eternal damnation from my hand."

A pause came from between the two, the other Siths eyes narrowing before a similar hiss of a lightsaber ignited in red. Bringing it up, the Sith would move rather quickly forward with youthful vigor and try to strike Darth Recifite. Bringing the double-bladed lightsaber up, the Dark Lord gripped and flung it down as he stared down at his enemy with the helmets eye sockets showing something of a hint of yellow behind it.

"Eternal Damnation it is."

 

[Iasha Rha]

Tags: Darth Strosius
Objective 2: Bend the Knee.​

'Lady Iasha' was a stretch. Among the ranks of the Sith, she was far beneath him. If it were not for their shared background, then he would have walked over her with nere a thought. Still, the twi'lek was not one to let an advantage pass her by.

"Alisteri, or should I say Darth Strosius?"

She bowed her head to him in a sign of respect. It was not the deep prostration one would do to a Lord or one's own master, but respect none the less.

"Our intelligence has identified fifty-six priority targets to aid the revolt." She presented a datapad, which sparked to life as she flicked it open in his direction. "Most can be dealt with by common means, but I have three individuals that will require additional focus."

The datapad showed three images side by side, underlined with the target's name. Starting from the left was an older female, near human with gold-like skin, grey hair swept back in a tight bun and a considerable burn-scar on her right cheek that twisted the side of her mouth up in perpetually cocked smirk. The centre image showed a pale male figure, with wild black hair, dressed in fine robes. The third was a male near-human, also with gold-toned skin, dressed in military regalia, posed for his image with whip in hand.

"Hul Faist, she leads one of the revolts but opposes our intervention." "Theelal Mun, prominent local leader, and general Tessor Ozzor, being the political and military leaders of Kintooine's pro-slavery league"

She swiped the screen to show another file.

"The Archkeep, which Faist is rumoured to attempt to infiltrate today, happens to host a meeting featuring Mun and Ozzor." Rumours she had heard by arming local rebels and slavers. "Given the sensitivity of the project, I think we should not leave it up to chance."

 

[Damsy Callat]

Damsy smiled, baring her teeth. Though she hadn't morphed, something about them seemed more squaloid than human.

Dangerous like a wild predator.

Then she laughed.

That combination was as good as a no.

"I'll give ya some advice 'stead," she said, punctuating herself with the clatter of her stolen weapon to the ground. A show of authority. She wasn't sure just who he was, but she was sure that in the power state she was currently in she wasn't threatened. "Stay in your lane."

She then gave a tight-lipped smile, slightly more friendly, if it could be called that. "Jot that down if ya want."

Riordan Catlow

 

[Darth Strosius]

Objective: Bending the Knee
Equipment: Lightsaber, Dagger, Armor
Tags: Iasha Rha

Alisteri noticeably cocked his head ever so slightly as the other Sith mentioned his more official Knight title. Truthfully he very rarely flashed the title of Darth unless it was in some official event. Or as a subtle reminder to more high ranking Sith of what he was. "Alisteri is fine, no need for formalities until we begin the mission reports now is there?"

He returned the bow of her head with one of his own, straightening up and crossing his arms behind his back as she presented the datapad. As usual Iasha had come prepared, a lesson gleamed from his master that she had evidently learned more than he had.

"Only three? They must be special to have drawn such attention out of so many other targets." More than likely a fair number of the targets would sort themselves out given time and opportunity to do so. When things came crashing down important figures had a habit of indulging in self-destructive measures. Much like in the manner that the Sith Empire had so gruesomely displayed.

His gaze swept over the three pictures and he committed them to memory, knowing that one had to pounce at the first available opportunity in order to catch their prey. All they had to do was make an opportunity to do so, or find an existing one. "Three targets all in one place and with some fighting between them on top of it?"

The Knight spared a chuckle at that, already able to see their opportunity unfolding without their own interaction necessary to facilitate it. "Perfect. You have outdone yourself this time Iasha. I assume you already have their meeting location noted down as well? If we hurry perhaps we can watch the whole spectacle from start to finish and then slay whoever tries to walk away in the aftermath."

After another moment of thought he shook his head. "No, you're right it's best that we ensure the proper outcome personally. Where are we going?"

 

[Darth Nito]

Tag: Xiveros​

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The world slept as the Dark Tide overcame it - Sith ships in orbit drawing this world into the fold like a hundred others. Bren Marr was in charge of this conquest, Nito had the task of isolating and killing a Kainite safehouse. As the hunt for the Malsheem continued, Empyrean demanded more from them - to find this damnable factory ship and bring the twice-tyrant to justice.​

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He stood on the cliff, stars in the sky as night held most in slumber. The isolated cliff side safehouse had alarms in place, certain defenses in order, but it would do little to stop Nito and his affiliate - Xiveros. He was promised Xiveros worked well, efficicent, dangerous. All of these things were necessary for what dark deeds were to be done, and so he waited.​

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Until he sensed him.​

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"Good evening.", Nito said without looking back to him.​

 

[Xiveros]

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Tag: Darth Nito

"A pleasure." Xiveros responded flatly, joining the soon-to-be kinslayer on the cliff. His gaze full of something akin to absolute malice as he stared onward, combing through memories of an old life that remained fragmented, yet bitter. Kainites stirred profound contempt within Xiveros' very being, their very presence triggering a visceral fantasy in which they were all maimed and crushed beneath the weight of his armor.

Reality would, on this evening, grant him his most morbid desire. There were answers to be sought, and an end that must be met. Xiveros was determined to uncover the truth of his own existence, and to understand the reasoning for his return to the mortal coil, a realm that was still painted by the long dried ichor of fallen Sith and Jedi alike, still blackened by the scorching flames of war. There was little hope for an everlasting peace among the stars, but a more guaranteed promise of cyclical butchering and crumbling of powers.

This was the way of things, and the things to come. "Before we get started, just understand that I wish to collect their heads. I have my reasons." Xiveros' grip firmed around the shaft of his spear, the pommel digging into the ground beside his feet.