A Watery Grave (OS Dominion of Glee Anselm)

[Darth Pyrrhus]

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p6Kx-X6mdWw[/media]​

[1/20]
Objective: #1
Location: Pieralos, Glee Anselm's underwater capital (currently inside the government building)
Allies: @Anyone who chooses to be in there with him

Tanek's scanned the room once more. He was in no hurry to talk. Beneath the posturing and extravagant welcome he had received from the members of Glee Anselm's Nautolan Council, he sensed fear and uncertainty. Why was he here? Glee Anselm had escaped the notice of the major factions of the galaxy. So far it had been overlooked. The planet was a water world, the few landmasses it possessed were mostly covered in swamps. Why had the Sith taken an interest in the planet now? Nav Torsk, senior councilmember, doubted the timing of the Sith's arrival was a coincidence. A war had recently broken out between the native Nautolan and Anselmi. It was the warlike Anselmi that were the aggressors. While the amphibious Nautolans primarily lived in underwater cities, with the exception of some settlements on the edges of land, the Anselmi lived exclusively on land. The city they were in now, Pieralos, was one such underwater city. Torsk was right of course, agents aligned with the One Sith had been deployed to stir up the Anselmi, ahead of the arrival of Tanek's 'diplomatic envoy'. Tanek was pleased to learn their efforts had been successful. Once more, Glee Anselm was weak.

Despite the seemingly warm welcome and efforts to have the Acolyte and his party feel welcome, the inner conflict of Glee Anselm's Nautolan capital, Pieralos, hung thick in the air. Simply looking over the conference room they were in was enough. The ruling Council had ten members. Out of those ten, only six were present. Some were present because they dared not defy the Sith, others abstained in protest against the meeting. However, there were a selected few among them that saw dealings with the Sith as beneficial. Dangerous, certainly, but their argument was that it was those who stood against the Sith that needed to fear. Those who stood with them were secure, and even more than that; they were strong. What hope did Glee Anselm have if it stood alone?

"...If the Sith were to show their goodwill by supporting us against the Anselmi threat-" one of the Nautolan councilmembers started, but he was interrupted by Torsk. "-No! That is not necessary. This is our business, and we will deal with it on our own. Sith military presence on Glee Anselm will not be needed" This was growing tedious, the meeting had already lasted hours. Was there no end to his political torture? The look Tanek shot Torsk was likely disinterest misinterpreted as dissatisfaction at Torsk denying the Sith military access. A third councilmember picked up on this, and shot in immediately in a soft voice, seeking to smooth the perceived slight over. "But we are of course prepared to work with the Sith. We would not object to an ambassador being stationed here" he looked around to seek for approval. He was met with a few hesitant nods. "Understand" it was Torsk speaking again. "...We're a peaceful, but proud people. We value our independence more than anything else. Surely, the Sith are not here to contest this." he had been speaking to Tanek at first, but now he was addressing the other Nautolans. "They are smart, and they understand this would benefit neither of us. So, we will come to a mutually beneficial arrangement." he laughed, as if to ease tension. A long, uneasy silence followed. When Tanek said nothing, he continued "Well then, what is it you hope to achieve with your diplomatic mission here? Trade? Alliance? It is difficult to forge a treaty when you seem unwilling to discuss the terms with us. With respect, perhaps we could speak with your master?" Tanek opened his mouth to reply, but he was not given the time to speak. The doors to the chamber slid open. "Honoured Councillors!" there was a desperate urgency to his voice. The Nautolan guard reeked of terror. "What is the meaning of this!? This is a closed meeting! Why do you interrupt us?" the same councillor that had suggested Sith support against the Anselmi snapped. "It's the Sith... They're here." At this point, the councillor had gotten out of his chair, clearly losing the battle to contain his frustration. "We know that. If you'd done your job and paid attention, you'd know they're here with us now." the guard's terror did not fade. "No... Not them. Our scanners picked up several large ships dropping out of hyperspace." Tanek looked up at the councillors again, this time, however, with an intensity that had not been present before. His dead eyes became alive, lit with the fury of the Dark Side. Finally. He thought they'd never come. Above Glee Anselm, the Sith fleet had arrived. By now they would begin their assault on any planetary defences, and transports with attack forces would move in towards the planet's surface.

"What is the meaning of this, Sith?" They were all standing now. Blood spat against Tanek's face as he gave his answer to the senior Nautolan. He had driven his vibrosword into the gut of Nav Torsk. "Meeting adjourned" He twisted the blade before he yanked it out. The guard that had delivered the message got pierced with the saberstaff of one of the guards stationed inside the chamber. Indeed, the recent time on Glee Anselm had been a turbulent one, and not everyone were satisfied with the way the Council had dealt with it. They were seen as weak, passive, with their slow and sluggish responses to Anselmi military actions. Sith Agents on the Nautolan side had managed to stir up dissent to the point where it almost boiled into rebellion. The capital of Pieralos was where the pro-Sith insurgents were the strongest, and now they would rise, in tandem with the Sith invasion fleet. This was the signal they were all waiting for. The invasion of Glee Anselm begun. Tanek's eyes landed on the remaining council members. They might try to flee, but in the end, they would all be eliminated.

Spoiler

1. Assume control of Glee Anselm's capital, Pieralos, through invasion and assassinating figureheads.

Spoiler

2. Search for refugees who've escaped in cave systems or towards the sea floor. Eliminate or enslave them.

3. Oversee construction of a Sith military base/monument/slave marketplace on the surface. For those who can't swim.

- Objectives

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- OOC Info

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[member=Darth Venefica]

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[member=Matsu Xiangu]
[member=Vrag]
[member=Darth Ferus]
[member=Saiah]
[member=Melori Raaf]
[member=Sitara Qin]
[member=Seras Goto]
[member=Darth Veles]
[member=Sage Bane]
[member=Viktor Noali]
[member=Vengeance]

- Mentions

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Objective: #2: Search for refugees who've escaped in cave systems or towards the sea floor. Eliminate or enslave them.
Location: Underwater Cave System
Allies: 10 Nightshade Company Troopers (NPCs)
[1/20]

The small small transport submersible, with it's dual front lights illuminating the murky and darkened waters, carefully navigated through the twists and turns of the rather tight fitting cave system. As she looked out through one of the viewports, the association of flying through space was quickly attached to traversing through the water fully submerged. She hated space travel, though it was getting better, but now found a new passion to direct her hate toward, underwater travel.​

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Three vessels harbouring a mixture of refuges and soldiers had escaped the capital in an attempt to hide out in the caverns. Her mission was simple. Find and eliminate them before they could form a rebellious pact and commence harassing the forthcoming government loyal to the One Sith Empire. The thought of enslaving them and shipping some off to be tested on at the Thorn of the Black Rose Facility had originally appealed to her. But now, with her hate increasing with every passing breath, had elected to slaughter them for their insolence. And for making her chase them through these caves.​

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The pilot quickly pointed out that he could see their target's crafts floating at the surface, and without waiting for orders shot the transport toward the surface. The transport shot out off the water, slapping hard against the surface and rocking with enough force to jar all the occupants, then headed toward the rocky and sandy beach. The pilot, to be commended for his quick thinking, pressed the button to release the transport's hatch; allowing for all the passengers to quickly exit it.​

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"Remain on your guard at all times," the Sith Lady ordered. "They are familiar with the layout and we are at a disadvantage. If you spot one....kill them. Do not wait for my orders to engage!"​

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She threw back the hood of her robes and marched into the cave's opening. A game of cat and mouse was on. And by the end of the day, all the cats would be fat from feasting on the mice.​

 

[Coren Starchaser]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Objective: Reverse 2. Find refugees, take them to safety[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Location: Low Orbit[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Allies: One Man, Alone. Maybe.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]1/20[/SIZE]


[SIZE=10.5pt]The One Sith were doing their domination thing. And that didn’t sit well with Coren. He recently had another encounter with a member of that religious cult and it reminded him just what a menace they were to the galaxy. Much like the Jedi, the opposite side of the religious cults, neither group really had a balance in the Force and all lived to push their burdens and teachings on the rest of the galaxy. The only difference right now was that the One Sith were out harming refugees. After an encounter over on Crystan, he realized that he needed to do what he could here to help.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]And that was what brought him to the world of musicals, and ocean, Glee Anselm. The fact there were Sith currently putting feet on the ground was not known to him, but he had heard word there were peoples looking to get out of Dodge and away from the Sith opposition. They’d heard what happened on Iridonia and they were afraid. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]He was piloting his primary ‘go to battle’ ship, the Tiburon and made his way through the space lanes. He was actually coming from a stint at the LAA and this was more a weekend trip for him. That meant his course of travel was a bit long. Hopping from the Wild Space station located around Laekia, he did a quick navigation to get himself to Troiken and took the Parlemian Trade Route through Republic space. His ship was broadcasting false transponders, something he worked up to get past security, and the fact he wasn’t blowing through any sort of intergalactic tolls until he got to Shulstine. Then it was some tricky navigation, well, not that bad, but the worlds were closer together, past Pylos and Dorin until he arrived at Glee. Pretty simple, but this character was an instinctive astrogator, so his power needed to be developed in some posts.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]That’s when he arrived at the world. He knew the Sith were close, it was the same at Crystan. The only difference here was that he brought his old viridian blade, a full sized lightsaber that he was definitely going to replace once he got the time to make his way to Corellain for some bloodsteel. He knew that there might be people hunting the refugees, but there might not. This filled in the space between his Power 9 Blaster and BlasTech shotgun, mainstays for the Corellian.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]The only issue was that the man hadn’t found armor that suited him better than the Eschan Drive Yards ExCon suit. Sure it was from everything he needed, but right now? He was on a mission for the Underground, that meant he was using the Santhe Army Systems X-1 armor system. Scout trooper, just like he used to be.[/SIZE]

He brought his Tiburon in for a landing, not in the actual ports, that was silly, but in one of the more sturdy marshlands that had good solid hardwood cover. Meant his ship wouldn’t sink. Then he made to leave his ship, rebreather in the gear back, shotgun of his shoulder, pistol on his hip and saber in hand. Come out come out wherever you are Nautolans. He knew that there were some near the starport that was what brought him here. Looked like he’d need to huff it. And not in the armor he was recently used to, in the old Santhe armor. He really did miss the armor his Wing had when they were in the service of the Chiss.

That didn't make him sweat when he was stomping through a swamp.

 

[Darth Ophidia]

Objective: Convince more Anselmi to fight the Nautolans
Location: Some forsaken marsh
Allies: One Sith
Post 1/20

Her comlink crackled in her ear, but the message was clear enough: The troops were here, and it was time to crush Glee Anselm under the boot of the Sith.

Saiah had spent months among the Anselmi tribes, egging them to battle against the Nautolans rather than each other. She herself had come from a warrior culture, and so she understood the way they thought. The Nautolans had forced the Anselmi down to a poor way of living, and in their weakness, the land-bound species had turned on itself. Tribe trying to take sparse marshland from tribe while the Nautolans had pressed their planet’s resources only further. With such history, it was easy to spark a fire, especially in the young and rebellious. She had done this in a dozen tribes already, this one was no different, and her reputation preceded her. She gathered the leaders of

“The Nautolans have forced you from your lands, turned Anselmi on Anselmi. I say take back what is rightfully yours, take the land of your ancestors! Strike down the Nautolan oppressors now, once, and for all, and you will have dominion of the land! Cower in your marshes, and you will be crushed under the steel boot of the Sith! You are with them, or against them. Will you have Death or Glory?”

A lie, of course. Saiah was a good liar, and the Sith had absolutely no intention of sharing power or dominion over the planet, but the Anslemi elders did not need to know that. When the Nautolans were beaten into submission, the Anslemi would be trampled and fed to the propaganda machine in order to keep the greater Nautolan population from rioting. In the chaos the Sith would rise to victory and rule unchallenged.

As Saiah did not speak the native language, a protocol droid translated for her. It was specifically programmed to convey her message as accurately as possible. Anything less would put the entire mission at risk. Her pale eyes surveyed the smoky room where the elders and the exceptional had gathered to listen to her words. Of course, there were always those who would challenge her, they were warriors after all.

One especially large Anselmi stepped forward, a chorus of cheering at his back and muscles a bulging, or she assumed those were muscles. In any case, he was a big fellow who thought he was scary. The Sith feigned surprise, but remained unmoved as the giant spluttered in his incomprehensible language. The droid at her side dutifully translated

“Why should Anslemi not fight the Sith? Your steel boots would sink in our marshes, and we would pick you off like trapped insects. Why should I not crush this puny pale-fish right here and now?”

Saiah listened closely as the large thing spoke, but once it became apparent what he meant she lost interest.

“There is always one, isn’t there?”

Her question was more directed at herself than at any one in particular. Perhaps her time among these creatures was twisting her mind. Not that it truly mattered, many great Sith Ladies were mad like trandoshian tailors. She let her lightsabre hilt fall into her hand, What was diplomacy without a few corpses? With a flash, she activated her scarlet blade and by sweeping upwards, she cleaved the big Anslemi from bottom to shoulder, then whirled around with the sabre extended so as to warn off anyone else.

“Is there any one else who doubts the power of the Sith? Is there any one else who wishes to die like filth?!” There were mutterings, but the droid only spluttered nonsense. Saiah lowered her weapon and regained her chilled attitude “I didn’t think so. What will it be, Glory or Death? They are not going to wait for stragglers”

[member="Darth Ferus"] | [member="Tanek Santii"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

Objective: Convince more Anselmi to fight the Nautolans
Location: Some forsaken marsh
Allies: One Sith
Post 1/20

Ah, the swamp. Ferus hated the swamp. With a bitter expression on his face the Zabrak stood behind [member="Saiah"] , acting as her shadow. For once, the Red Assassin to a follower role, letting his own apprentice call the shots. While he too was from a warrior clan, he was not much of a talker. Had he taken the lead, the Anselmi tribes may have very well been wiped out of existence, something he couldn't exactly allow given their objective.

With both hands crossed over his chest the sweaty and annoyed red man would watch on as the Rattaki demonstrated her resolve. It seemed there was always a time for death and destruction, no matter the goal. A faint smile twitched on the corner of his rooms as he listened to the sound of a saber burning through flesh. Oh how he missed it. These weeks working to try and unite the Anselmi were filled with boring chatter, and not enough death.

Blue eyes gazed outwards as he looked for another challenger, hoping deep down there would be one. One he could punish himself without fear of sending the wrong message. Much to his displeasure, there was nothing. It seemed the child before him had done a wonderful job, one he could very much respect. With a cough however, he would try to get the females attention.

"I believe it's finally time to press forward. Let's rally the troops eh?"

 

[Anastasia Rade]

Objective: Reverse 2. Find refugees, take them to safety
Location: Low Orbit
Allies: [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Spark Finn"]
1/20

She had heard rumors of the One Sith expanding their territory again. The thought of them gaining more control of the galaxy made her stomach turn into knots. They like Prime were far to close for comfort to her home. Ana like so many knew the horrors of the Sith. They brought pain and sorrow to everything they touched. This was the reason she had chosen to accompany Coren on this rescue mission to Glee Anselm.

Ana couldn't turn her back on those whom were looking for a way out, for help out of the hands of the oppressive Sith. She knew this wasn't going to be easy as the planet was swarming with Sith. The newly minted Master wouldn't back down from this but instead fight to save as many people as she could.

Her partners on this mission were two people she hadn't worked with before. Ana had never worked with him but it didn't matter. They shared the same goals on this mission from the Underground. She trusted that he had her back just like she would have his.

As they came in for a landing Ana fitted her pink helmet over her head. The woman was not only a Force User but a Mandalorian. She never left home without her armor or a good blaster by her side.

Stepping out into the swamp Ana did a quick survey of the terrain but didn't see or sense anything. This didn't mean they were alone, the people of this planet were probably hiding. Honestly, Ana couldn't blame them for hiding, it was something she had done herself as a child.

"I'm sure they are hiding," Ana said quietly as she began trekking though the swamp along his side. "We may need to do something to draw them out and show we're here to help." She didn't go on many humanitarian missions so this was new to her.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Objective; Reverse 2; Save Refugees, bring them to safety
Location: Some Swamp, some where
Allies: [member="Spark Finn"] The Hipsser [member="Anastasia Rade"] The Pink
Post: 2 because muse isn’t letting me sleep

Through the magic of retcon there were two people with him now. How about that, Sith that Coren didn’t know were here? He was ready for a bit of anything now, even if he really didn’t know how to work with one of the mission partners. He knew Spark Finn nearly intimately, granted it wasn’t that sort of thing… maybe. He didn’t know, his mind was all sorts of confused when she was around. She got under his skin in the strangest, but never a bad way. As for Rade? Well, he’d say what he thought right away, the woman was gorgeous, but really, blonde, fit and a warrior? What wasn’t to like?

The pink armor was something else. Coren has his X-1 Scout Armor, because lets flesh that bit out a bit, it wasn’t white, it was stained, dark browns and moss colored, enough to keep him from standing out. He really wished he could’ve taken his Levantine armor. Next time. He’d make it so it wasn’t obviously the Sanctum’s armor choice, after all, people didn’t automatically judge you on your armor, did they?

Well, he was walking next to a pink death machine here, so there was that. Mandos, well, they weren’t crazy. As much as he didn’t have love for the Sith nor the Jedi, Mandos they… they did their own thing. Maybe he should meet with a few of them, see what their whole lifestyle is like. Make an armor, and run around the galaxy with the Force and some wonderful armor.

He’d worked with a Fel-Chiss Empire before, and his Imperial Knight armor from way back was part of who he was, armor was always a part of who you were, as much as your ship. Granted the Tiburon was something new and different, the Rising was his ship as defined by that method of thinking. Welcome to the space-borne, right? And the Gatillo, but taking a fighter her? No, there were refugees.

Yeah, they were in a swamp, what were they going to do? “Some are aquatics, either of you ready for a dip? Or should I just do that?” Back with his old unit, he was the one who always managed to be in the water. Not that he minded. Now he was really hoping wishing he’d taken his other armor out… It was just back on the ship… He wasn’t sure Spark was even comfortable out here, no city to speak of, not here at least.

 

[Kenrath]

[1/20]
Objective #1
Location: Pieralos, Glee Anselm's Underwater Capital (outside the Council Chambers.)
Allies: [member="Tanek Santii"]


Vengeance had accompanied his fellow Sith posing as a Guard wearing Armor. He hated waiting. Everything in him wanted to just recklessly slaughter every last Nautolan there. He closed his eyes the feeling wash over him has Tanek drew first blood and Agent of the Sith strike down a guard. Vengeance stepped over the body of the fallen guard smiling to the other Sith.

"That was painful." "I didn't think you would ever kill that guy."

He turned towards the other members of the Council with a sadistic smile on his face.

"So who wants to volunteer to die next?" "You can line up or I can just pick someone."

He chuckled loudly spinning a sword in his hands circling the room cutting down a second guard that had come running towards the sound of the commotion. He looked at Tanek.

"Hey wait shouldn't there be more of them?" "This is kind of a let down."

Vengeance turned cutting down a Council member has he tried to run.

"That is one down." "Care to play who's the better killer Tanek?" "The one with the highest kill count wins."

(( OOC: Didn't get the tag on this one. Not sure why.))

 

[Darth Timoris]

[Post=1/20]​

Objective: 3. Oversee construction of a Sith military base on the surface.
Location: Approaching the planet
Allies: One squad of 9 x Sitherhood Troopers (NPCs)
Theme: I’ll be the one left standing

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l_Hsi1tNegA

'Listen
You're always missing
Blind to my vision
No!

I just won't let it go
Just can't let it go
Just won't let it go
No matter what
It's in my blood

I just won't let it go
Just can't let it go
Just won't let it go
It won't die
This dream's alive
And I won't let it go

Life is more than sitting back
Oh I'm on the attack
Yeah I am off and running

Listen
I'm on a mission
Done with this ******'
Now...'

Maelori smiled. A mean and rather sadistic smile, which was not like her. They were approaching what was described on the datafile as a peaceful water planet. ‘Not for long,’ she mused as the voice over the intercom told them they were now 10 minutes from touchdown.
She glanced around at the troopers she’d been assigned. One staff sergeant, one corporal and seven privates. All female, all Sitherhood troopers, as the Covenant had taken to calling them. Elite – each and every one.

Her mission was straightforward. Find a suitable building. Take it and defend it to operate as a military base for the Invasion.

She nodded to the staff sergeant. Once upon a time she’d have sat here, hood up and in total silence. She’d previously earned respect begrudgingly. This time out she knew these troops personally. They’d collected cortosis together and fought at each other’s sides many times already.

So the lack of talking was not for any other reason than words were superfluous. They all knew what was required of them. They were here to extend the reach of the One Sith empire.

A warning light told them they were about to land. Silently they assembled, Melori at the front, one hand on the hilt of her saber, still attached to her belt. “Life is more than sitting back, we’re on the attack…” she said, her voice growing louder with each word – her eyes morphing yellow now.

“Yeah, we’re off and running,” the troopers finished the phrase for her as they jumped out, the ship now a few feet from the ground. Sporadic gunfire said they were expected. But let’s face it; nobody could have expected the Sisterhood.

 

[Darth Veles]

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Objective: 2
Location: Underwater caverns
Allies: [member="Darth Venefica"] and her pets
1/20

It was a good day on Glee Anselm. Massive ships in its azure sky marked the beginning of something beautiful coming to this planet, bringing opportunity and unity in its wake. The only thing ruining Veles’ ideal vacation on a sunny beach was the fact he had not come to enjoy himself, but to further the One Sith’s goal of placing this jewel of a planet next to other charming and equally important treasures. It worked in everyone’s favour, really; the ongoing tensions between Glee Anselm’s natives prompted the One Sith to come and teach the races how to set aside their differences and work side by side, letting the Sith into their hearts and minds. Of course, it required a little push here and there as not everyone welcomed the visitors as they should, a bit of delicate plotting was also needed alongside a whole lot of patience to explain to the Nautolans and their Anselmi rivals that they truly wanted the One Sith to put a permanent end to their conflict and bring peace. Such things were rarely easy and might even result in few dozens of deaths across the planet in the coming days, but it was all for the greater good, as no changes were completely without small sacrifices.

The Sith Assassin fit fairly well into this sort of mission – his amphibious nature would have been wasted in the marshes or the city. This left him with one remaining task, seeking out the refugees and taking care of them. He had even decided to swim all the way into the underwater caverns sheltering refugees, mostly out of simple enjoyment of the water that surrounded him than anything practical. The dive was very refreshing to his sensitive skin and once again made this mission look like a vacation. There was one other reason for picking this objective – had the refugees decided to run from other Sith operating in the area, there would be nothing easier for Veles than showing them one of the deadliest predators in the dark sea. If any Nautolans believed their ability to swim better than humans would help them escape the caves, they were about to discover a far superior swimmer, one fortified by both the Force and various cybernetic augmentations. His very presence turned all escape routes into a death sentence.

Avreet’s excellent eyesight cut through the murky waters as he effortlessly swam towards one of the entrances to the cave system, a smaller hole that would have been impossible to access had he used a submarine like the other team. Almost immediately after emerging from the cool water, darkness surrounded the Mon Cal, a beautiful world where his eyes played no role, replaced by the Force allowing him to ‘see’ everything he needed. It was a serene place, the only sound reaching his ears being the dripping water from the smooth, moist walls. Pushing himself up and out of the water, spending a few moments by getting used to this strange atmosphere, the Sith Lord’s webbed hand gently stroked the closest wall and he took a deep inhale, taking in the scent of water and sea. For a moment, he remained motionless, doing nothing more than listening to this strange orchestra of water drops.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F5uyhKdORS0​

If someone turned on the light, they would be able to spot the Mon Calamari in a special underwater suit commonly used by those of his species when diving, though the pair of curved lightsaber hilts hanging on his belt somewhat revealed he wasn’t a tourist who had ventured into the dangerous depths to discover this beautiful place. Such people usually lacked lightsabers and cybernetic eyes, the kind that let Avreet track down heat signatures. With this and the Force on his side, he finally set off into one of the tunnels to seek out the refugees and do what he did best.

 

[Reverance]

Objective: 2, eliminating the refugees
Location: Setting down in a swamp
Allies: One Sith
Post: 1/20

Water, the bane of the armored. How odd, he thought, to touch ground upon swamps not world formed into their better counterparts. It wasn't the plan for this planet, to see it ascend to newer heights. No, instead, he would descend deep into it's veins and rid this body of sepsis.

[media]https://soundcloud.com/roadrunner-usa/theory-of-a-deadman-drown[/media]

The Yorik-Trema strafed across the swamp surface, the wake of it's movement upheaving channels of brakish water in mountainous ridges, fluid and following quickly. The door clicked open and slid to full ajar as the Wrath clung to a spine within the interior surface. Leaning his body out, counting on the counter weight within the vessel through stowing of equipment and additional Vong personnel, he closed his eye and felt the whip of air and splash of tope zephyr. With a look back to the inhabitants, remaining free from the bogs and inundation below, he released his grip, falling fast into the turmoil below. The water, feeling like stone and duracrete for the velocity he know adopted, caused him to bounce across the surface like a hard thrown deflated ball. He felt the tear and pull of his armorweave robe, slashing against the surface before friction took it's toll on his speed.

Eventually coming to a stop, he soaked into the turbid waters before searching through the mud for some form of buried roots or logs. He felt the crack of them upon entry, he knew they would exist within his vicinity. Muddy, sopping wet, he lifted himself up to survey the land around him. The swamps were interspersed between open emergence and thick forested wetlands, populated by butressed and inundated trunks, flutted bark, and pneumataphores to slip upon for those not vigilant of their own step. Amphibians croaked against the darkness of full canopies, feathery coniferous needles clinging to the branches through the expanse of the changing seasons. The sediment beneath him, around him, was dark and murky and filled with detritus of sticks and slowly decomposing leaves. The shades varied between black and darker black. But when the canopy opened...

He had descended upon an emergence of stalked sedges and rushes, deeply floody and populated with the buzz of flying insects and ferocious appetites. His fall had left a trail through the weeds, like some sort of game animal had hurriedly stampeded through in evasion of a menacing predator. Standing upwards, he gained his own bearing in this place that felt like home, lifting the dripping cowl upon his head. As he walked, he placed light foot against tussocks and root balls, in order to resist the ever inviting notion of sinking. It was time for him to get back to what he was good at, the simpler things in life. And that meant a score of refugees were about to have the worst, and last, day of their life.

 

[Jaron Lesan]

Objective: #3 Remain in the Shadows
Location: Planet Surface
Allies: None at the moment ([member="Melori Raaf"])
Theme: The Final Masquerade
[Post 1/20]

http://youtu.be/i8q8fFs3kTM

The shadows, Jaron lived in them. Since he had chosen to betray his master, abandon her, the shadows were the only place safe for him. Sanctuary Rock was his home, but the yearning to move about was too great, so he had followed the One Sith to Glee where he would do as he had done before, hide in the shadows and assist unseen. Jaron would not hide any longer.

This was Jaron's masquerade, and hopefully he would go undetected. His own aura was masked to keep from being discovered by any opposition, and currently he remained in his own ship, cloaked from any sensors.

An alarm notified him of an approaching vessel, Sith likely. A twisted grin crossed Jaron's face as he would do this again. Would he baffle those he was about to aid, or would he be found out? The game was all too fun for the Sith, and he was determined to see it played out. He took to the shadows and abandoned the ship for now. He would follow at a distance and see where it landed.

The drop ship had not landed before sisterhood troops leaped from the ship, opening fire as they did so. The resistance fired in return, and with a wave of his hand, Jaron sent a couple of them to the ground as if they had been hit. Once on the ground, their hearts were stopped as soon as Jaron connected to them in the force. Two of the resistance gone, consumed by shadow.

 

[Darth Banshee]

Objective: 2 reverse Find refuges and get them to safety
Allies: [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Anastasia Rade"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Venefica"]@Reverance[member="Darth Veles"]
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Sabrina had got some her dropships down, in safe place on the planet. She and a company of vitae marines, were on the planet find a route into the underground caverns. she had received intel on what the sith planned from unusual source. That source was darth veles when he was on Alzoc iii, when she connected to him through the force drain. She received a vision of what the sith had planned, and it took her too long to interpret what it meant.
Outside the sector she had small fleet standing by, to help with a hot evacuation if required. Though she did not want to bring to many assets with her, as it was long way from home. She also did not want to anger the one sith too much, as they may start looking for her home.

As they marched into the swamps, she saw the sith landed a few miles away from her. She pointed to one her men, and order him You take four more and scout ahead, rest of you look for way into those caves asap. We need to locate them, and get them back to drop ships, as many as we can take. She then questioned herself why was she doing this, when she could be at home safe with emily. She then knew she still felt guilty, if was not for her the sith might not ever gained traction. She was there at the beginning, she was there when the republic outnumbered them. Yet still the republic could not stand against there might, she knew death of republic if it ever came would still be on her hands no matter what she did.

 

[Sitara Qin]

Objective: Find and Conquer those Refugees.
Location: Underwater Caverns
Allies: [member="Darth Venefica"] | [member="Darth Veles"] | One Sith
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This…was a chore.

The tiny ship dropped her off on top of the cave and she watched as it cut through the sky before disappearing. She was here to find a few of the refugees and depending on how they approached her, she’d either have to enslave them or kill them. In the case of being a one Sith slave, she honestly didn’t know which option was worse. She climbed down into the opening of the cave and looked around.

It was dark.

Sitara groaned as she trotted into the cave. The little rock sickles that dripped over her head reminded her of that time she went cave jumping with Wren. Except here, there were no treasures, just a bunch of refugees who were probably hiding elsewhere. Her right hand held her deactivated lightsaber, which was ready to snap to life at any given moment provided the situation.

Now was a good time to have some sort of flashlight for her to be able to see. The lightsaber snapped to life in her hand and she used it as a lantern to guide her through her path. She stayed away from the water and instead walked on the small land formations within the cave, keeping the water in her peripheral vision while keeping her senses keen to anything that could surround her.

She felt something moving in the water, and her other hand searched for her blaster, ready to shoot. It was then she saw a squid-like creature. She narrowed her eyes, before realizing who it was. She moved her hand away from the blaster and waved her lightsaber around so that he would be able to identify the bright pink light from coming from her saber to let her know that she was friendly.

She heard scurrying in the distance, though that probably belonged to Venefica’s droids.

Well, when this is all over, maybe they could come back and actually play.

 

[Spark Finn]

[SIZE=10pt]Objective; Reverse 2; Save Refugees, bring them to safety[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Location: Swampy swamp so faaar from my urban comfort zone[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Allies: [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Anastasia Rade"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Enemies: [member="Reverance"] (Maybe??? You might be slaughtering in a different part of the swamp) [/SIZE]

The technopath crinkled her nose at Coren's suggestion. She was already waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay out of her comfort zone. Mucky swamp. No city or technology in site. In a hostile situation....okay, that wasn't anything worse than norm. But add some physical ability like swimming to that?!

"No way. I mean, no thank you," she squeaked with an eye twitch or two. Throat cleared. "Feel free to dip away, Coren."

She clutched her datapad like a lifeline.

She looked to Anastasia, a woman she had yet to work with but was already impressed. That suit was pretty killer awesome. Duh.

"I can cover you guys and monitor the security of the ship from here. Or I could use Anastasia's help above ground, too. Whatever you need."

Minus anything that involved swimming or submerging.

 

[Viktor Noali]

Objective: 3. Aid in topside construction of a Sith military base
Location: Freshly abandoned Anselmi village
Allies: One Sith (Topside Crew) - [member="reverance"] [member="Darth Ferus"] [member="Saiah"] [member="Jaron Lesan"] [member="Melori Raaf"]
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Have you ever heard that term 'stuck between a rock and a hard place?' Obviously... Do you think that applies in this sort of situation? I don't see many rocks. Or hard places for that matter. It was a figure of speech, it's not suppose to be taken literally. I'm not sure I understand what you're getting at. I don't think I do either... I dont really think I had a point. Fantastic.

Viktor sighed. It had been an exceptionally long forty-eight hours. He had arrived on the planet in advance of the main force with a few other members of the Sith Assassins. Originally they were tasked with assassinating key figures and creating civil unrest. Viktor had rather quickly become distracted. The particular group of Anselmi he had been ordered to enlist had been a rather stubborn bunch and it had infuriated him. Diplomacy was never one of Viktor's strong suits. It hadn't taken more then a few hours before Viktor had lost himself in his bloodlust and had been aimlessly slaughtering every Anselmi he could find. It didn't take more then an hour before the streets of this particular village were filled with corpses of its residence.

Viktor had remained in the ghost town he created alone and lost in his thoughts. The excitement and his eagerness for bloodshed had caused quite the chaos to begin brewing in his mind. It had taken him several hours of intense concentration to lower the voices from a yell. They still remained with him, however, but at least they weren't screaming anymore. With a spark from his lighter and a deep inhale of the freshly lit carsunum cigarette, the spice had him feeling better almost instantly. The dulling effect of the drug would further dampen the sounds in his head hopefully making them nothing but a mere whisper. He would only have to be careful not to overindulge.

His comlink suddenly boomed with new found sound. The invasion had clearly begun. Wasn't there something I was suppose to do... Viktor marched out of the abandoned house he had taken residence in and onto the streets. They were empty still except for the remains of the locals which littered the gutters. Even if Viktor hadn't killed them all he hadn't seen a local for some time. If any had survived his madness they had clearly fled. As he continued to listen to the communications feed through his ear-com he brushed helplessly at the mud clinging to his Sith garb.

Ah nice and quiet, you do have to LOVE a peaceful neighborhood. The smell is a bit off. Hmm, you're right. It is a bit funky-er then it was yesterday. Perhaps it has something to do with the rotting bo.... Wood? Bog? Marsh? It all smells rank. I would rather be on Nal Hutta over this place. Don't talk ov.... Blah, blah. Why are we even here? It's not like this place is an ideal Sith vacation spot. Maybe they're here for the water? Water... are you retarded...

With another deep drag of his spice the voices in his head were muted to the point where Viktor found them unintelligible. Perfect. Pacing down the street Viktor contemplated his next move. He had proven absolutely useless when it had come to recruiting locals and he wasn't very keen on the idea of jumping head first into the water. You never know what kind of creatures you'll find in the deep blue. At mention of [member="Melori Raaf"]'s descent and intent to establish a ground base for the Sith over the com, Viktor's eagerness perked. It sounded like the driest option and she was landing at another location which was only about four clicks from where he was currently. As Viktor figured it transiting through the swamp wouldn't take long, several minutes longer then it should due to the troublesome terrain but nothing he couldn't handle.

"I really hope somebody brought some dry clothes," Viktor said. With one final drag of his spice laced cigarrete Viktor let it fall from his lips. With a measured pace he began to head towards [member="Melori Raaf"]'s landing site.

 

[Vrag]

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Objective: 2, Eliminating the refugees
Location: Random swamp™
Allies: [member="Reverance"] | The One Sith
Victims: [member="Werdla Dardalab"]​

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It was hard to find the time to relax these days. Of course proper relaxation had never really been on the table — it simply isn't something one considers to be a realistic possibility when one bears a title like 'Hand of the Dark Lord' — but Vrag would kill for some down time between… er, killing and planning more killing. Not that she didn't enjoy her job, but a pleasure is only a pleasure when one partakes in moderation. Surfeit breeds naught but bitterness and contempt, and she'd hate to turn into the sort of Sith that glares out of the viewport of a menacing Star Destroyer called The Dark Shadow, setting a new record on personnel turnover while perfecting her brooding technique and polishing her electrum-enameled lightsaber.

Pushing that horrid thought out of her mind, the woman slipped off of her perch on a craggy, mossy boulder at the sound of careful footfall amid the natural ruckus of the swamp. Her boots sank a few inches into the murky, lukewarm slop that passed as ground in these parts, squelching wetly as she moved.

This wasn't her natural habitat. Despite her extensive experience with quagmires, marshes and wetlands of all kinds, the firrerreo ultimately preferred the urban sprawl over the suffocating humidity of bogs. Gabriel, however…

A small smile pulled at the corners of her lips, as always hidden behind the impassive visage of an empty skull that would sit upon her face nearly all the time these days. It was like she was becoming the job she was doing, and something about that prospect was distinctly unsettling. The reflex to pinch the bridge of her nose was quelled in the bud — yet another sign how used she was to the façade of Skerr Dhaladii — and then the dull orange of the sockets finally met the gaze of the Wrath.

"You look… nice," she spoke, some of the amusement she was feeling bleeding into her voice. "I'm sure Matsu will be delighted at your new wardrobe choices," the woman continued, her grin blossoming as she moved to meet him halfway. They were here to kill more than just time, and though the purpose seemed oddly similar to her job at first glance, Vrag knew she'd find more solace in the company rather than the act itself.

"Shall we?"

 

[Sage Bane]

Objective: 2, Enslave some fishies
Location: Under da sea
Allies: [member="Sitara Qin"] [member="Reverance"] [member="Vrag"] [member="Darth Venefica"] [member="Darth Veles"]
Enemies: [member="Anastasia Rade"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Spark Finn"]
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Like a cat that balked at getting its paws wet, Sage Bane hated water. He had reoccurring nightmares about the stuff, oily, murky black water that dragged him under, filled his lungs, and cut off his precious oxygen. Once his heart-stopped, and his body sank like a stone to the bottom, he would wake up in a cold sweat only to have the same dream a few nights later. However, for this particular One Sith mission, he put aside his aversion and traveled to the ocean planet of Glee Anselm to capture some rebellious Nautolan refugees and help claim the planet in the name of the Sith.

Sage did not bother packing a swimsuit, for he was piloting an aquatic ATAT swimmer. Its impenetrable, shell-like surface prevented blaster fire from perforating its exterior. It also held up well as the pressures of deep water, which meant that he and his troops could plunge to the depths of the ocean planet without getting the bends. Lastly, the swimmer had eight laser cannons, six in the front and two in the rear, which meant that any Nautolans that he encountered would have to either surrender or die.

As the ATAT crawled through the water, Sage reached out with his mentalism power into the mind of the adorable [member="Sitara Qin"], a Knight with whom he had bonded on a recent mission in the Coruscant Underworld. The lovely Sitara was around here somewhere, and he wondered if she wanted some company. As usual with Sage, his personal boundaries were always a bit on the thin side.

Need a ride?

 

[Darth Ophidia]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Objective: Anslemi Convinced - bloodshed ensues.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Location: Some forsaken marsh, moving on.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Allies: [member="Darth Ferus"] One Sith, Anselmi raiders.[/SIZE]
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A cough behind her, the unmistakeable sign of her master, Darth Ferus, calling for her attention. Saiah’s left hand flew up into the air in a gesture for an elderly Anslemi to seize his blabbering. Saiah turned quickly to her master as he spoke. Her pale eyes fixing on the red-skinned Iridonian. She bowed her head to show she understood, but not so much as to indicate a great divide between their ranks. Any tell of weakness or lack of authority could potentially unravel her finely spun tapestry of ‘diplomacy’.

“Yes, the time has come. Our troops should be making landfall. We should advance.”

Her pale eyes returned to the assembly of Anselmi leaders, a vicious smirk spread across her lips, and her lightsabre retracted its scarlet blade. She spun the hilt on her palm and slipped it inside a hidden compartment in her clothes. She glanced once more at the congregation of Anselmi before giving a court bow and turning with a small flourish of her robes. As she walked out, tall and erect in appearance, she raised her hood. As she passed the Sith Lord, she shot him a smile and a telepathic message. He may note that her telepathic abilities needed a little more work. She had problems with the volume.

The time for talk is over, my Lord. And we will get our share of death. There is such wonderful mayhem to come.

She moved outside, the fabrics of her clothes swaying behind her in a hypnotic rhythm. She would say some quick words to the gathered and self-armed Anselmi ‘troops’. They appeared to her more like a band of militia, but she supposed they would do well enough. They had almost wiped themselves out of existence by infighting after all.

“I see free Anselmi, fighting for the right for their land against a Nautolan oppressor. Let your passions run through you and make you strong. Strength breeds victory. Through victory, your chains will be broken. Spare no one; show no mercy! To arms for victory, for freedom, for the future of Anselmi!”

Saiah was beginning to gain a certain flare for the rallying of troops. Perhaps it was her intensity and her passion that would leak from her and invigorate the troops. Perhaps these creatures respected one thing: Strength. Saiah, despite being of a slender appearance, represented an uncanny power. The droid translated her words dutifully, with stiff gestures attempting to mimic Saiah’s sharp and fluent movements.

Onwards in a fury marched the Anselmi militia, to sack the cities and enslave the Nautolans. Saiah touched her ear, activating her comlink, and reported dryly on the situation in a low voice.

“OS-A 19 reporting. Native corps on the move. They are hotheaded. Expect raids and extended casualties.”

It was not much of a code. However, at this point did it really matter? She looked at her master again, smiling contently

"Shall we?"

 

[Darth Ferus]

Objective: Convince more Anselmi to fight the Nautolans
Location: Some forsaken marsh
Allies: One Sith
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Finally.

Never before had the Zabrak been so relieved to get orders from another. This standing around playing honor guard was slowly beginning to grind his gears. Without any sort of delay, he would step up beside [member="Saiah"] , flicking his own saber to life. The Anslemi were already leaving, on a war path he could help but admit he was impressed his apprentice could create.

With most of them already turning to leave, the Zabrak finally spoke without having to fear his words were being listened to. "So, 'master', when exactly do you plan to turn on them and make the Sith look like the good guys? I assume after they've pillaged enough to catch the Nautolan attention." Her mission, her plan. Ferus's knowledge on this was limited, if only to keep himself from trying to enhance the plan with his impulsive actions. But now, weeks after they had begun, it was time for him to learn of the whole truth, and to know when to commence the slaughter.