A Return Home[TRE Dominion of Korriban Hex]

[Sorvae Sunfell]

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Word travelled quickly in the galaxy. A little rumour of a new Sith organisation rising right next to the Silver Sanctum Coalition made it to the other side of the galaxy fast. Elysian, the planet Ruin had been for long now, got the message quickly -- within a day or so, people were whispering about the Resurgent Empire. And those words did soon reach Sorvae.

Korriban and its nearby planets was the next target of the faction -- another piece of information that travelled around the galaxy. Word made it around the world faster than anything physical. And Ruin loved that.

It wasn't long time after hearing about the Resurgent Empire that Ruin's vessel was already on the way towards Elom. It was a cold barren planet, but that mattered very little to the destroyer. He loved exotic places just like this one. If he could at least cause a little bit of torment and pain and fear, he was already successful.

And Eloms, the people of the planet, surely could be threatened.

 

[Neesa]

Jaguada
Darth Gravid's Fortress

Neesa brought up one hand and made several small gestures. The woman beside her made a gesture to signal acknowledgement. Neither Lord Nashar or Lord Sitas knew of the small unit she had assembled to carry out her orders.

Most of the women around her with sith Purebloods who had once been nobility. They had fallen out of favour or their houses had collapsed. Some had simply left and Neesa had discovered them.

After acknowledging the signal three of dark shapes moved off to their right and another to the left to slightly higher ground. Neesa had found an old tome with hand signals that were related to those used by the sith in casting spells. The similarities made it easy to teach.

Neesa crawled forwards, two of her soldiers stayed close as they advanced on the old fortress. From here should could see several guards posted to the walls. Timing was key now.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Vrak Nashar"] [member="Vraukt"] [member="Nick Imura"] [member="The Slave"]

Korriban...

The Valley of the Dark Lords opened up before her. Seraya felt the darkness here, a swirling vortex of energies rising to a crescendo. Every starfighter that plunged from the sky into a fiery wreath was punctuated by echoing ripples in the force as their pilots died or ejected in terror. It was like a crushing weight, coming down on her from all sides, dulling her senses, hampering her connection to the force.

As she walked she entered into a relaxed, rhythmic breathing exercise. She was recalling the memories of Corellias forests as a child. They were serene, musky and filled with the rustle of leaves in the canopies as the wind caressed her auburn locks ever so gentle. Rock and dirt ground beneath her feet.

She was at the edges of the canyon, heading towards the spot where she felt the first signature. Some of the other tombs appeared to be flooded with dark energies, but this was one was much less. There seemed to be only a single person in there. With a grunt she drew her force energies closer, cloaking herself in a solid woven blanket of light, trying to blot out the darkness.

The door was already ajar as she reached it, flanked by two massive statues of Marka Ragnos. Spiderwebs and dust adorned the walls and urns as she plodded, silent and swift through the atrium and cast her glance around. One hand cracked a glowstick, and she took inventory of her utility belt and combat harness. A medical pack, a few smoke bombs, glowsticks, survival rations... and water.

She'd been so immersed in the currents of the force she'd forgotten she was thirsty, throat and mouth on fire from the dry dust and roiling heat of the world. Without a delay she opened her steel canteen and turned it over. The water slaked her thirst like a waterfall and she wiped her lips with the back of her hand re-holstering her canteen.

The glowstick came up high and parallel to her body, illuminating the orange sandstone walls with a dull red light. There were prints here. Only one set though.

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Let's see what the cat dragged in...​

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Maybe it's me....​

 

[Sorvae Sunfell]

[ 02 ]​

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The Blood Crusade, Ruin's ship, had been in orbit of Elom for a while now, the man inside trying to come up with a plan. Usually, he was not one to plan a lot. He loved chaos and oddity, so that's what he usually acted like. However, this situation was a little bit different. It was a little bit embarrassing to admit that, but the young man could feel anxious inside.

He was slightly afraid to go and join the new Sith faction. He'd been alone for so long that he couldn't really tell what working in a team meant like. Maybe he wasn't even able to work in a team anymore. Like, ever.

Different thoughts came into his mind and the more and more he thought, the more he wanted to leave and just continue pursuing his personal career. After all, he'd managed to achieve a little bit alone. Maybe he could do some more of that and make a career for himself that way.

But that wouldn't have taken him out of his comfort zone. Being just by himself might have sounded appealing, but he ultimate goal of his was not to remain a single raider in the outer rim. He wanted to be a conqueror and a true Sith. The opportunity for him to be that had appeared in the form of the Resurgent Empire.

How the heck could he turn down the possibility? How the heck could he run away?

 

[Leos Palle]

Location: Elos, Elom
Objective: Protect the Civilians
Allies: [member="Bethany Kismet"] and [member="Elijah Henson"]
Enemies: [member="Joon"] and [member="Corin Zanith"]

They were coming.

He could feel them drawing ever closer. He did everything in his power to amplify his signature in the Force and draw them to him so that the others could finish getting the civilians out of harms way. It was all he could do until the enemy came down to the ground. The bomber runs were going to be an issue, but there was nothing he could do about them. He wasn't a pilot, and he couldn't rip the fighters out of the sky like some might be able to. All he could do was hope the Force would protect the civilians on the ground from the indiscriminate fall of explosives upon the city. These Sith were far more volatile than he remembered hearing about from the Caldera.

A ship was approaching. It had to be them. He moved out into the open space of the street before where it would make to land, standing calmly. As long as their attention was focused on him it would bide time for the civilians to get below the ground. After all, the bombers wouldn't strike close to their own people for fear of hitting them. Dangerous, because whoever these were in the shuttle could turn and immediately begin slaughtering civilians, but that seemed easier to deal with because he could deter it. Besides, most of the civilians in the immediate vicinity were out of harms way by this point.

That only left him and whoever was coming down. And possibly his fellow OSL members if they came to help, but he'd keep them from having to fight as long as he could. It was better that way.

 

[Yidhra]

1
Location: Korriban > Academy
“BFFS”: [member="Vraukt"] | [member="The Slave"] | [member="Nick Imura"]
Future Corpses, Probably: [member="Seraya Whisperwind"]

There’s something about Sith and blotting out the sun. It’s simply the natural inclination of the Order to arrive in a swarm of ships so tight that, if only for a moment, they obscure the source of light. It’s likely a penchant for symbolism so ingrained in their genes that they don’t even realize the formation they’re assuming.

It works perfectly, though. Without fail, the intended effect is achieved: a massive, jagged shadow that shimmers on the ground below. Any sentients that find themselves caught under their bulk are appropriately intimidated, and thus their ability to react with full force is greatly reduced.

A classic recipe, but the oldies are goldies for a reason.

This was Yidhra’s takeaway from her conversation with Lord Aril, at least. The man was long-winded, long-bearded, and long-robed; a textbook example of a Sith Lord. To make the pun complete, he was also the Councilor leading the Sphere of Education.

Suffice to say, the Pureblood wasn’t bored on the way groundside, if for all the wrong reasons.

They landed shortly after the rest of the small fleet, pouring out of the vessels and onto the cool red sand. Korriban, observed from far away, always struck her as something that ought to make you sweat like a pig; a planet where wearing all-black was about as reasonable as wearing a g-string to battle. But once she made it out of the thermoregulated comfort of the ship, Yidhra had to agree with the scientific measurements, even as she drew her cloak tighter around her shoulders.

Lord Aril on her right barked commands with the ease of a high-born, pointing an arthritic finger at the four platoons arranged on the plain before him. They moved out at a steady march, headed for the crumbling ruin of the Academy and its four different access points.

For the duration of this expedition, Yidhra was, nolens volens, attached to the man at the hip. With a trusty datapad in one hand and the Force in the other, she was ready to reconquer what was rightfully theirs. Not only that – she would also observe and note every cough and facial gesture of the Councilor with her characteristic diligence, analyze and masticate on her findings, and emerge all the wiser.

Always have an ulterior motive, kids.

 

[Natalie LaForte]

Location; Malachor V
Objective; Send a message
Enemies; [member="Antherion"]
Allies; [member="Darth Abyss"]

She smiled as she was told her next objective, speaking cryptically into the communicator. "Right away, my Lord." the communicator beeped once more as she turned around to her sister. "Trace back the fire wall attacks. I've got a message to send." It wasn't difficult to do, from their carelessness in thinking moving would assist them, and the nerve to attack a government property. Gangs would attack the government, that was certain death.

"And don't blow up the ships unless you get a message from me. Shouldn't even have to happen, get the security droids to start doing those "checks", anybody who is even remotely suspicious, detain them."

Carina stuck her tongue out at Natalie while nodding.

This was almost too easy, she thought, making her way out the blast doors, behind her, 8 droids who were planning on running checks on all incoming ships. Before she had even exited the port, she received a beep on her communicator, the same distorted deep voice spoke from earlier.

"This time, don't hang up on me. Anyway, whoever is trying to hack your bosses network is somewhere in the upper sphere, looks to be going towards the pyramids. About that deletion, shouldn't be an issue; deleted every public record of you ever existing in the public database."

She smiled as she exited, hijacking a man's speeder who was communicating with one of the port guard's, attempting to gain access. As it sped off, shouting could be heard in the distance, but there was no real attempt at trying to stop her.

"Don't get so angry." She laughed, before closing it again.

She sped through the streets, intent on doing just what her master had wanted. Make some noise. Whether or not this squad of misfits were going to be who she made it to,was not a concern. She had a plan, pretend to go rogue in the bank. Whoever was trying to hide from her wouldn't get the opportunity to escape, and most likely be caught in the situation as well.

She wasn't know, especially on any security system given her sister's actions. She moved the individuals waiting in the queue behind her, the golden and marble tiles were so pretty, golden ropes separating lines from one another, the bank teller's desks had bars, but not so big that she couldn't cause damage. Security cameras watched, Acolytes stared as she rudely interrupted a conversation. The entire place went to red alert upon seeing the light saber and assault rifle she was carrying.

The woman she spoke to didn't even look up, staring at the computer, ready to input information.

"Ma'am, how may I help you today?"

"Hello, my name is 'Your worst nightmare' and I'm here to withdraw 'Your life' if that would be possible?"

The woman's eyes retracted from the computer screen, Serenity holding the weapon to her face.

"I, I-'m sorry could you repeat-.."

Her eyes went wide and a shriek came. Serenity wasn't intent on killing anybody, far from it. So she purposely set it to the stun setting, knocking the woman unconscious, on the floor into a seizure like state, while firing some warning shots into the air. The bank's alarm immediately went off and people around her scream in panic, about to move until she says.

"Listen up, any of you move and I'll put a bullet where your brain is, that's to say that you have one." For shock as well, she unsheathed her light saber, the blue shimmer coming off of it as she began to patrol. Nobody moved, in fear of being struck down on the spot, crouching, some women and children began to sob, believing it to be their last day. It wouldn't be, if her opposition played this correctly and fell into her trap.

Every security system on the network would be on red alert. Communication channels from the government and news broadcasts would be blaring out messages about 'a crazed Jedi gone rogue'. The reception she wanted? No. Would it be useful? Certainly.

 

[grammaticus]

"We will not be getting bomber support for this. I already told you the reason. Besides, there is more to this planet than hunting down a few Jedi. Do not lose focus on the true goal in this campaign just to settle some grudge" Turning to the Kaleesh behind him, Corin waved his hand forward, and as the shuttle drew closer to the ground, he took a few steps forward before jumping out.

He fell a few feet to the ground, before touching down. Behind him, the rest of the Kaleesh warriors, stronger than normal humans, jumped out as well, quickly forming a small perimeter around the landing zone. "Head into the cliffs there, and there. Take up firing positions and wait for my signal." The masked warriors quickly nodded, before slinging their rifles over their backs, and beginning to climb the rock face.

Grabbing his lightsaber from his hip, he began to walk towards where he sensed the Jedi was.

[member="Electroheart"]

[member="Joon"]

 

[Ras'kala'han]

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Allies: None
Enemies: [member="Serenity Loveheart"], [member="Darth Abyss"]
Location: Bank, Upper Sphere
Posts: 3
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Antherion smiled as the lights flickered out. His smile withered as he heard Abyss's message flickering through the communication avenues, playing, like nails being driven into his ears. Such saccharine manipulation was enough to set him close to vomiting... but it worked. His broken, backwards people would fall easily for anything that mentioned "standing together," or "independence," as if that even made sense! He was frowning very much. He had hoped to draw more defensive attention to the Spheres by his maneuver, create a patch of vulnerability to basic ground infiltration...

...no. That wasn't what happened. Instead, he was stuck with a united front as some idiot Sith decided to start playing games with the populace. "Jedi gone rogue?"

Spare me! At this point, we've been around for longer than the modern Jedi! Will the media ever stop mistaking us for those fools?

He pursed his lips. The pyramid, he saw, was crawling now with security guards. Among some of them, the by-products of this 'Abyss Academy', he could sense the flickering, persistent anger of the Dark Side. This was a poor route. Abyss was trying to control the narrative - make it so that the Sith were the ones who darkened the spire, and turn Malachor against them. This woman helped that narrative... in fact, if she hadn't got his message, she's either suicidal or working with the enemy.

He grimaced. He could reach Abyss via intercepted comlink, but that would clearly reveal his initial gambit. He instead proceeded through the clamoring, rushing crowd to the nearest holoterminal. He sent the message to the operator, but tagged the subject line with anything and everything that would trigger whatever security alert might bring it to Abyss's eyes.

"I will take everything from you."

He ordered Squad 2 to make their way to the Tainted City as rapidly as possible, to represent themselves to the security forces as an aid attache possessing intel on the attackers. Ideally, by the time the enemy realized they were there, it would be too late to strike them down without seemingly proving him right.

Squad 1 was to broadcast a systemwide request to the Caldera for aid. He couldn't handle this alone... at the very least, not without things potentially getting very messy.

He unsubtly drifted towards the bank's back entrance. The focus on dealing with the woman inside would have tripped much of the security, so his decision to wear banker's garb had turned out to be quite fortuitous. A Mind Trick would get him into the back entrance - and he would be able to reach the bankers cowering in the upper rooms, and turn them against the powers that be.

It would fall to the apprentice to intercept him. He sighed, audibly as his hoverchair drifted jerkily up a spiral staircase. He had not been prepared for this - at this point, he was in damage control. And it was most likely all downhill from here.

 

[Seraphina Shel'tah]

A flash of white contrasted against pink skin as the Twi'lek bared her teeth toward Vrak. She said nothing in return as the silence was broken by the Mandalorian entering through the blast doors at the opposite end of the bridge. This aspect of negotiating was not her business, nor had she desired it. This man, whoever he was, was to be a cog in the Pureblood's ever growing machine. There was hardly any doubt in her mind that the two would unlikely become friends, at least not more than required.

Vrak wanted allies. This Mandalorian wanted....Well, she wasn't sure what he wanted, but judging by the words Vrak used, credits or favors seemed to be the key. With the recent fall of the Mandalorian empire, perhaps he was seeking a means to rebuilt his own footprint on the galaxy. Perhaps his people sought a means to return to their former glory. Or perhaps he was simply another man with a small caste of mercenaries willing to take up just about any job for the right price.

Sera didn't know. She didn't necessarily care either.

Boys and their toys.

The former Jedi turned away from both Vrak and Vilaz, returning her gaze to the viewport.

[member="Vrak Nashar"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"]

 

[Sanya Val Lerium]

Korriban
Post 1
[member="Vrak Nashar"] Ξ [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"] Ξ [member="Vilaz Munin"]

Alt ₪ [member="Teresa Shan"]
Objectives -

Spoiler

¹Adventure with an alt ([member="Teresa Shan"]) to find her a suitable master to advance her story. Also give her the ship I built.
²deconstruct lightsabers returning parts back to where they once belonged.
³find my pet akk dog
⁴maybe see an old friend from a forgotten time [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"]

The VCX-100 Light freighter II came out of hyperspace above the tanned brown world of korriban. This ship left her feeling exposed lacking any real defence or weapons. It was an unfinished product that was wanted as is. Teresa was strange, the girl had a lust for the past. A need to unravel a mystery. "You think you have a hang of the controls now?" She'd watch the girl nod with her hood up that covered most of the girls face. They had met before, even apart of the biggest mistake Sanya had the unpleasant job of leading for it's short time. Still somethings in the past should be laid to bed. It was one thing she came here to do. Another was to find the akk dog she had left here. It was safer here at the time. Bazy would have also become stronger and had the chance to be more free.

The sekallien woman knew it was still alive. The beast often moved around. Migration patterns shown her it's routes and it would be returning to the place they'd once met. "You don't talk much do you?" Sanya said looking at the girl from the corner of her orange eyes watching for a response. "You taking the ship down?" She'd wait for the reply before sitting away from the controls. Auto pilot could take care of it but the girl had to learn. "The spot where to land should show up. Should still be safe. It's good to get used to that feature. Let's you mark specific places you need to go. If you know what to look for before landing it I'd perfect for not having to use spaceports. Sometimes though it's best to use them. Some worlds don't like free parking."

She watched the girl concentrate on the controls as she brought it down. Sanya was also looking on the basic sensors noticing much more presence here than normal. Something was going off here. Hopeful they'd not draw negative attention. Still something tapped on the very edges of her senses. Something familiar. Someone she hasn't seen in a long time. Sanya couldn't put a finger on it. 'Couldn't hurt to know could it?' Sanya thought to herself as she pushed her signature to it's limits in the one direction. 'Did it reach them?'

 

[Darth Empyrean]

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Post: 3
Objective: Reconquista of the Old Artifacts
Location: Ajunta Pall's Tomb, Korriban
Nearby: [member="Nick Imura"] │ [member="Seraya Whisperwind"]
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Time seemed to pass slow, taking its steps in hesitant beauty. The Slave sat in its midst, letting the flow wash over in time with his breaths, ones slow and deliberate, careful and collected. It took his full concentration to use the force in any capacity with his training, and searching the tomb in a sonar like manner was something most likely hadn't attempted. In truth, it was his own experiment to see just what he was capable of doing, especially in this tomb.

As the catacombs were laid out before him in depth, he began to make sense of what he was feeling. Past the main room there was a number of dead ends, or the aged remnants of a sith academy long past its prime. The silence seemed to be deafening in its depths, but he was no stranger to even this; as he had spent a number of weeks in windowless cages, hot and heavy with humid air, left out in the sun to punish him for rebellious behavior.

The thought slipped past him just as it had come, moving back towards the lower depths that he could sense. Far ahead of him, the passages seemed to narrow before opening once more, but there were a small series of doors between him and there. He assumed that must be where Ajunta Pall was buried, and decided it may be the best place to begin his journey.

His legs hefted himself upwards, his robes falling lazily around him as he began to move off into the direction he knew his destiny lay.

 

[Klesta]

Location: Elom
Objective: Repel the Resurgent Empire's forces
Allies: [member="Electroheart"] [member="Bethany Kismet"] [member="Elijah Henson"]
Enemies: [member="Joon"] [member="Corin Zanith"]
Post: 3/38

"The enemy transports are retreating"

"Let them go: we accomplish that objective, we now have to fly a fighting retreat"

Pixie braked as hard as she could so that she could hit the damaged Mako from behind, while Yula overshot the Mako; she then decided to go flank another enemy fighter, seeing that the majority of the enemy transports have broken off and are returning to orbit, with five squadrons of various fighter types for escorts. Five seconds later, Pixie finally managed to shoot down the Mako that caused her some trouble by then: that was no mean feat especially in this inclement weather: not only the snowstorm brewed, there were gusts that made every organic pilot feel a little shaken, friend and foe. Also, Yula was surprised that the Resurgent Empire was even able to issue something other than these tin cans of death they call TIE/LNs. These things may have heavy repeaters all right, but the Kaleesh pilot flying a Soruna fighter was closing in on her at point-blank range. With a little bit of weather-aided evasive maneuvers she was able to force the enemy pilot to incur near-misses; once she got a good lock on said Soruna, she fired the heavy concussion missile and then proceeded to nosedive, in an attempt to force the enemy wingmen into a vulnerable position, whereby they will attempt to chase Yula downward. And then Yula's commanding officer commed about new orders:

"All craft, this is Elom Actual: return back to base under cloak"

"Copy, Elom Actual"

Even though this hit-and-run attack resulted in the enemy partially turning tail, Yula knew that there was only so much damage they could inflict in an engagement with one wing of fighters. Hopefully there would be no orbalisks waiting for her or otherwise hidden into the debris of what she did manage to shoot down. She discovered the hard way that Kaleesh pilots were of a higher standard than what she expected from what Sith usually used for starfighter combat: the initial round of attacks led to the group having taken down about thirty fighters and about twenty transports, causing 13 losses in the process. They had twenty squadrons of attack craft in tow. Which would place a lower estimate of about 5 km on the size of the enemy fleet, and more likely 7-8 km, she thought. Then again, the defenders had the edge, which they began to lose just now, until they retreated, knowing that the enemy would still want to screen their own forces on the ground. Yula prayed that none of the Kaleesh had any orbalisk armor on it... nor did any of the destroyed enemy landing craft have had any in tow. By now the remaining 47 fighters returned to base under cloak, hoping that the enemy fighters didn't attempt to give chase among the mountains of Elom and just try to achieve air superiority over the capital in a defensive posture.

Attack craft:

Spoiler

47 Yutan stealth fighter-bombers

 

[Teresa Pelles | Darth Pellax]

Korriban
Post 2

[member="Seraphina Shel'tah"] Ξ [member="Vrak Nashar"] Ξ [member="Vilaz Munin"]

Alt ₪ [member="Sanya Val Swift"]

The cat woman had done a fair bit for Teresa. So accompanying her to this world was a fair trade for ship at half the price as it would have been. The lack of almost everything went she could mold the ship into what she wants it to be. Really it is a frame with few gizmos. Enough to get around for now. The woman asked a question and Teresa looked across nodding her head. Hardly and words had been exchanged. Even now when she could feel her energy feel revitalized. Emence amounts of force clung to the desolated world below. It made nerves tingle and hairs stand on end. It just felt good. "Talking isn't my fortè. I like the silence. Let's me think, let's me plot, let's me feel for power." Like the power this woman had. The power she squandered out of it's endless potential. Though she is alive but does the cat woman truly live?

Life is undeserving anyway. The galaxy is filled with people who believe the hold purpose and stick to ideals. They hate to be told that their wrong especially when the life seeps from the last breath. Only few people in the galaxy has purpose, but every ideal is a lie. A little lie that everyone has to tell them self to justify existence. Then again Teresa was a hypocrite to those thoughts. Her purpose is to die her ideals are to kill as many scum she can on her way down. The woman spoke again taking her away from what she was thinking about. "Uhh yeah sure."

Grabbing hold of the controls to get a feel of them. The ship would tilt side to side and up and down. Bringing the ship down they begun a decent to the world below. Teresa zoned out the woman's voice. It was as simple as she just didn't care what the cat woman had to say. Although she felt her power grow, that did gain her curiously. What was she doing and why?

 

[Kratacos]

Korriban,
Imperial Academy,
Post Three.
[member="Yidhra"]

There was a Sith Lord issuing commands next to a Pureblood woman, he watched the both of them curiously for a moment until he realized that he had his orders, or at least, what he interpreted as being his orders. Others went for the four entrances of the Academy, Vraukt remained until he aligned his lanvarok on his wrist, a traditional weapon of their species before he followed along, black cloak covering his head.

He could have stayed and showed the Lord Aril and his companion, in fact, he figured he would, but something in his head gave him the impression that they'd meet again soon, if not on that day.

The six foot Warrior-aspirant turned on his heel and was soon entering the main entrance of the once great Academy.

 

[Sorvae Sunfell]

[ 03 ]​

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The Blood Crusade quickly started moving closer and closer to the planet of Elom. The boy had made up his mind -- despite the constant pounding inside for him to turn around and go away, he understood he would never get out of his comfort zone were he to run away now. He had to challenge himself with something new. This was one way to do that. This was the best way to do that.

Perhaps he didn't know any of the people in the faction, perhaps he didn't know what to do once he was in there. But that didn't mean he couldn't try. That didn't mean he couldn't make friends and find people to hang with and people to work with. That didn't mean he would be alone in this new ugly world.

It only meant he had something to learn.

Oh crap, that sounds too Jedi-ish. Screw all of that.

However, joining the Empire would surely not be the Sith Lord's first and main goal this day. He would have loved to become a member of that faction, but in the end of the day, he was there to cause some mayhem. And that was the perfect chance to do that.

Oh how Ruin loved madness.

 

[Connor Harrison]

As the transport lowered, Joon followed the Acolyte out, the fur lined robe kicking up behind her.

”Your lack of perception will lead to your death, Sith,” she said by his side. ”If you think aiming to take down Jedi is a grudge, then your touch on reality is tainted. The Jedi are the driving force behind the attacks, and they must be stopped. If you leave them fester, they will grow and not stop.”

She pulled the lightsaber out from under her robe and stared into the war-torn city.

”You hide behind your men and explosives. I will do what I was born to do - destroy the Light and preserve the Dark.”

Joon stalked forward, almost sniffing out her prey somewhere within the city. The transport hovering low behind helped signal that their area was not to be attacked from above with members of their own on the ground.

[member="Corin Zanith"] | [member="Elijah Henson"] | [member="Electroheart"] | [member="Bethany Kismet"]

 

[Darth Athora]

Location: Sith Citadel - Ziost
Objective: Bring Back The Darkness
Post: I

Ziost was once a thriving world that was at the center of the Sith Empire. But that was long ago. Now, it was just ruins. Forgotten history that many in the galaxy toss around like a toy. Cadyssia saw potential here. She saw the shining jewel that Ziost was beneath the rugged exterior it presented itself as.

A lone starship descended upon a landing area not far from the Great Citadel, the former heart of the Sith Empire that once was. The ramp hissed open to reveal a lone cloaked figure at the top. The figure walked down the ramp, slim, smooth legs revealing themselves from the robes, and onto the ground. The figure removed it's hood, revealing a young scarlet haired woman. She kneeled down and placed her hand on the ground, feeling the texture of the ground. SHe rose back to her feet and walked down the path that led to the citadel. Her mission, set forth by her master, was clear: clear the citadel and return order back to Ziost by any means necessary.

She had recieved information that a band of mercenaries had made themselves a home here in the citadel. They're foul stench permeated through the halls of the citadel. It was a clear and direct insult to the Sith. One that Cadyssia would not take lightly. Before leaving the ship, Cadyssia relayed a message to her allies:

"I've made it to Ziost. Should anyone wish to join me in purging the Citadel, these are my coordinates. Find me when you can. Follow the sounds of screams."

 

[Sorvae Sunfell]

[ 04 ]​

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On a normal occasion, the capital city would have been Ruin's primary target and first location. He loved causing madness amidst the most busy parts of a planet. It got people talking, it made people frightened, it managed to cause the most panic. After all, the Sith Lord was a terrorist. And what else could make people more interested than some terror.

Oront was his target this time. It was a major city of the planet -- while not the capital, it was still rather large and influential. That sounded exactly like what Ruin was looking for.

He never landed his ships in any spaceports. He didn't think it was needed, he thought it made things only more difficult. If there was a need to get away from the planet as fast as possible, spaceport bureaucracy would have only needlessly slowed him down. He couldn't afford such a time loss.

And that is why The Blood Crusade landed in the outskirts of the city. He would leave the vessel there, maybe cover it a little bit so that people wouldn't go salvaging it. But otherwise, he wouldn't mind hiding it somewhere. If somebody stole it, then whatever. He'd steal somebody else's ship.

Simple enough.

 

[Natalie LaForte]

Location; Malachor V
Objective; Send a message
Enemies; [member="Antherion"]
Allies; [member="Darth Abyss"]

Pfft. Time for a real party. The communicator beeped once more.

"Somebody just wrote, 'I will take everything from you' on a terminal near you; seems suspect that somebody would write that during a hostage situation, wouldn't you agree?"

She was now under the threat of assault, as droids fruitlessly blasted at her with various slugthrowers, she deflected them with ease towards the ceiling.

"If-.. you can't hear, I'm kind of b-.. busy." One then singed her arm, leaving a burnt mark in it. "THIS IS GETTING RIDICULOUS" she screamed at the top of her lungs, and any force users near by could feel a ripple happening. She aimed the assault rifle at a chandelier that was overlooking the queuing lines and says; "You all have five seconds unless you want bits of shattered glass in your flesh." They screeched, moving to the side, as she fired and moments later it came crashing down; providing an opportunity for an escape. The sound of glass breaking could be heard throughout basically the entire bank, with the section to the tellers now firmly blocked off, making it difficult to access.

She aimed the light saber towards the bars, blocking her from accessing the interior to the bank and they melted in an instant, the golden painted silver infusing with the marble work of the desk behind. She climbed through and saw the woman who she had knocked unconscious minutes ago, just starting to regain her thoughts, meanwhile the door in the back left open, obviously from those rushing to save their lives. She opened the communicator, calling her sister once more. Engaged. Damn. She leaves a voice message.

"Tell the News that I'm a former Jedi who was turned dark by the Sith."

*BEEP*

Time to talk to some executives it seems, and it wasn't difficult to find them. The big conference room labelled "Conference room" with men in suits was a big giveaway.

"Well hello boys" she said, before firing a warning shot. "Hope you are all fine with going on live TV, you're going to tell them the situation is under control unless you want your head rolling on this floor."