And for my Next Act, Ill make these Crystals DISAPPEAR!

[Edric Vanyan]

Eve groaned as she sat at the bridge of the ship known as the Thanatos, it was a Dreadnaught class cruiser that she had been given to command in order to act as a Proxy for Solan Charr so that he could keep his little hands clean. Pain in her ass was more like it. Oh Eve, fetch me my sword, oh Eve sort these files for me. If it wasn't for the fact that she was serving the guy under the fact he was the new co-owner of a certain company she'd kick his face in before running off into the Net. Not to mention these human bodies were so restrictive at times, she worked with computers at a faction of the speed then she could inside the machines, but oh how she had to save face. Granted she did have the chance of uniqueness in being the only living AI... But it was a pain.​

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None the less she sat at the bridge and waited for the Black Sun ships to arrive. Their goal was to intercept and raid a Stygium crystal depot that was on Maramere and get out of there with as small a window as possible. Granted she didn't know how quick these criminals were but she would come to see that fact. "Everyone keep the comms ready, i want to know when the Suns get into the area so that we can start the operation ASAP." She didn't know who was being sent but who ever it was better be worth the whole pain this was.​

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Maramere itself was recently put through changes in leadership so taking out the defenses around the depot shouldn't be too hard, it was likely the independent elements that had controlled the planet still control the depot itself. This was of course good news if so as it meant they could absolve the Suns of any diplomatic fallbacks in the case someone starts asking questions. Moping up another pirate group wouldn't be all that hard or wrong now would it. She almost missed the times when one could just raid another and the end result was someone died... She wondered what the truly living perceived as death.​

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All life came to an end, even artificial.​

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OOC: Simple Raid on a Stygium depot on Maramere, nothing more, nothing less.​

 

[Domino]

Now Domino wasn't usually the type to just go out and knock over someone else's operation just because she wanted something, diplomacy was something she'd much preferred in the past. However this time Domino was done being beholden to people, she may be good at the favors game but it was growing tiresome. More so now that the Twi'lek had to play nice with scum she'd have crushed under heal without thought just a few short years ago. Ah well, when the cat's away... This would be a good opportunity to cut loose for once and stretch her muscles. It'd been awhile and she was looking forward to it.

The Black Suns didn't have much of its vaunted capital fleet left, most of it was either mothballed, destroyed, or returned to Phenex (The thought of selling a ship twice was a nice one after all) but the Panther Carriers remained and were as deadly versatile as ever. One of these dropped out of hyperspace a short distance from Eve's Dreadnought precisely as the clock ticked over to the arranged meeting time. It was obvious she'd had her navigator time the last jump and hold off on it precisely for this reason. But it was as her gran used to say, punctual is polite. And since she'd never worked with this 'Eve' before, Domino was wanting to make an impression. "Launch the first three fighter squads." She ordered as she took up position before the great holo map on the command deck.

The massive bow doors slid open and the requested fighters spilled forth to take up a screening formation. This wasn't meant to be a hostile action towards an alley, they were the Daisy Chain's vanguard for the attack so that the carrier didn't jump without any escort. Domino may not have known of Eve's electronic persuasion, but any tactical droid could have seen this from the basic positioning of the ships, fighters, and their orientations.

[member="Eve"]

 

[Darth Eversor]

Location: Maramere, surface.
Enemies: Black Suns.
Allies: Techno Union.


Maramere wasn't a planet of importance. Many planets weren't of any importance, however, this particular one was already claimed. Not long ago the Techno Union had set their feet on this world in an attempt to claim it, and it was grasped within the iron grip of corporate power rightfully so. It would be humorous to think of anyone or anything else claiming it, especially when certain powers among the galaxy collaborated in such a way that it would make those below them quiver in panic and dread. A machine of war was what Abraxas considered it; a fully functioning beast that was always hungry for the ripe flesh of trespassers and the disrespectful. A presence to be feared.

Awake.

Abraxas has long been freed from his stasis-crypt for the evening, and Maramere just so happened to be the planet he was on at the time. It was the place where he underwent extensive reconfiguration and countless other combat trials to further strengthen his purpose, his muse. A murderer created from the finest DNA fit for a warrior; [member="Darth Vornskr"]. There were no games when it came to the bidding of the Butcher King's near-duplicate. There was only the relentless nature that was a concrete truth among many of the Epicanthix species and their desire as a whole to be placed as the dominate few that would bring forth a tide of loyalty, strength, and discipline to those that lacked it. And from the skies of Maramere, Abraxas saw the perfect condition unfurl before his very eyes. Today would be the day to demonstrate the Butcher King's will.

He could feel it. Through the Force, there was indeed a disturbance. Abraxas donned the full capacity of his helmet and stared into the clouds above, almost as if his gaze alone could penetrate the atmosphere and pin the very souls of the accused. He would await the arrival of whomever felt it necessary to leave their footprint in the dirt of Maramere and nothing more. Of course, there was no true way of knowing why this foreign presence had come. Perhaps it was for business reasons, and perhaps it wasn't. The only thing that remained certain was that no invitation was sent out, and Abraxas was the bouncer in this case. The time for personal confrontation would come soon.

And from the very planes which flesh wandered, the wretched one gazed skyward and sought the answers of stars. The earthy ground was not where the deranged longed to be, it was to transcend such a form and rise up to swat away at the pestilence looming just above the biosphere. A hilt was brandished in the darkened gauntlets of the Butcher King's extension, ready to slay.

"...I wait for you..."​

Through the Force, this message was sent to those who could receive it. A warning.

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

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[member="Jennifer Blanchard"], [member="Tmoxin Temi"]

 

[Jennifer Blanchard]

Location: Maramere
Enemies: Black Sun
Allies: Techno Union
Objective: Make the day a miserable one for the Suns

There were planets that weren’t important, and there were planets that were only useful in so far as their corporations and their resources. Maramere was the latter. She had been selected as the world for Bright Star’s local headquarters and once it came to pass, that would clear and the resort would be established. But until then? It was a world the Union was watching, and Jenn was sent ahead to do a bit of work to develop the casino.

Some threads needed to be done to make it so they could be used to add to a company’s submission and this was going to help out there. When she arrived, she had met with a few people to secure some aging lots for the resort. They’d be torn down and the resort would be constructed. Marek Starchaser and Token Waters had approved her to do what she felt was right for the company.

It was the group who brought her to the Union, after all.

But when she got to the planet, there had been a few extra ships showing up. Something for her to investigate. People attacking the world’s current defenses? Yeah, the Union wouldn’t sit still for that.

[member="Abraxas"]
[member="Domino"]
[member="Eve"]
[member="Tmoxin Temi"]

 

[The Scope]

It had been too long since he'd last worked with Domino. It would be a glorious day as the duo tore apart the Unions defenses and hauled away with precious cargo in their holds. Stygian Crystals were worth far more now than they'd ever been. Since supplies were so dwindled by over mining it made collecting enough for even a small ship difficult. Added on top of that effort the few locations with the rare mineral were always in control of some power or another. Hording the precious crystal and rightly so. Still some folks like himself were able to strike a deal. The Mandalorian mining subsidiary of Mandal Motors were still harvesting his massive purchase. Ongoing six or seven years in the asteroid fields of Aeten II. Soon he'd collect it, but there were still many pieces to shift into place before he needed them.

Rayl Wilded stood stoically at the helm of the bridge. Arms crossed behind his back as the crew went about battle preparations. From the Tyrants bridge he viewed the battle fleet of [member="Domino"] and @Eve. She was a friend of the Twi'lek or something. He wasn't told the fine details like that; yet anyways. All that mattered would be this person was gonna fight and steal along with them. It was all the pirate needed to get along with someone. Speaking of getting along, that signal Domino was supposed to send him was still pending. Until she gave it, he and the Tyrant were going to sit nice and hidden from view. Wouldn't want to ruin the surprise of his entrance now.

[member="Jennifer Blanchard"] [member="Abraxas"]

 

[Zandra Tal'verda]

Zandra knew her job. She may not be overly fond of this job, but a girl had to make credits some how. Whatever. She didn't play well with kids she didn't know. She missed her crew. She missed her friends. Her family.
Oh well. Here she was now, because the pay would be better than stealing pennies and drugs. At least with these Black sun people, it was steady work.

As she waited for the show to begin, she stood against the wall of one of the ships, casually sharpening her favorite blade. Long, thin, and an extremely rare cortosis blade that she'd stolen... more years ago than she cared to remember. It was all she had that could stand against a damn space wizard.
Not that she thought she'd encounter any way out here, but still. Did not kill to be prepared.

 

[Edric Vanyan]

Eve watched as the Sun's ships reverted to real space, sitting in the chair for which she had ordered be brought to the bridge in order to give her a more comfortable seat. So she was a bit of a pain for her crew, didn't mean they would not listen and they informed her with every piece of data that was given. First the sun ships, a collection of pocket carriers it seemed decided to launch their fighters which made Eve smile. The use of fighters in combat were something that could be deathly effective, or like the bite of a gnat, annoying and does nothing.

The rest of whom she did not know and nor did she truly care that much as long as the Job was done and they got the crystals. Something she was more than prepared to ensure happened as far as she cared. "Its strange that no one has bothered to send ships to find out why there is a small fleet of age older ships holding but what ever... Captain, secure a target outside of the depot where the crystals are located and prepare the transports for quick reentry and exit of this planet's atmosphere. Anything less than before their security forces can respond, would be very much so appreciated." She smiled as she leaned forward and waited for him to comply, it wouldn't be long till the Suns had their crystals and she had her data.

[member="Zandra Tal'verda"] [member="Rayl Wilded"] [member="Jennifer Blanchard"] [member="Abraxas"] [member="Domino"]

 

[Domino]

Right, well it looked like they were all here. "...I wait for you..." Mmm, best not keep him waiting then. "Signal the others and jump us into position helm." From her position Domino was able to watch both the small flotilla of ships on the holo table and out the frontal view screen as they made the short jump from the edge of the system to Maramere itself. As soon as they reverted, another two squads of fighters took off and headed towards the planet and were swiftly followed by another two of bombers. They'd head to the nearest city to the mines and head off any ground forces moving to defend them.

"Prepare a gunship and escort for myself," Domino ordered as she moved to leave the bridge and headed to her temporary quarters aboard the Daisy Chain to don her battle armor. It would be rude to keep the sith waiting too much longer for her, and if they were dueling then he wasn't attacking her people raiding the depot.

@Eve @Zandra Tal'verda [member="Rayl Wilded"] [member="Jennifer Blanchard"] [member="Abraxas"]

 

[Jennifer Blanchard]

Location: Bright Star Resort
Objective: Investigate
Allies: Techno Union?
Enemies: Black Sun?

Jenn knew what she was here for. She was support. The Obsidian Order had an interest in all matters regarding the Techno Union, and she was doing her best to prove to her network that she was more than just a slicer. It was a new thing for her, she wanted to prove her worth, she wanted to make sure she was useful and could perhaps take a leadership role in the Order.

But she also had her loyalty to the Bright Star Group. She had arrived at the resort, recently under final construction passes, and was approved by Token Waters to use a suite for her own uses. Maramere was a nice world, and should the slicer have been on the world for something that wasn’t Obsidian related, she’d have spent more time enjoying the resort.

That being said the Baran Do trainee-turned-Obsidian was here to check the casino, which had been safely constructed and was under management from one of more trusted members of Marek’s team, Ryan Farnes. But the new ships that were incoming to Maramere, those were starting to worry her. She was wondering who was around, or was it up to her, with her Obsidian lightsaber, yes, she was using that one apparently, to check it out?

First things first, she supposed. The slicer had sent a message to Ryan, that she’d be back to chat with him, but there was some unscheduled arrival. Or something.

And to wait up.

[member="Domino"]
[member="Eve"]
[member="Zandra Tal'verda"]
[member="Rayl Wilded"]
[member="Abraxas"]

 

[The Scope]

[member="Eve"] [member="Domino"] [member="Zandra Tal'verda"] [member="Jennifer Blanchard"] [member="Abraxas"]

And so it had begun. Domino signaled for the attack to begin with her fleet's microjump. Blood was to be spilled here and he was to eager to hold back the order. "Gunners hold fire until the other ships engage and you enter the best firing arc. Fighters await the first mates orders to launch. Landing forces make for immediate takeoff. Make the jump and lets ransack this world"! The pirate grinned menacingly as the cheer for gold and victory rang from the crew. No one saw this of course but grinning was his thing. The Tyrant broke through the hyperspace barrier; it was only seconds before they dropped back to real space. Rayl was already making his exit from the bridge in this short time. His battle was on the surface with Domino. The space fighting would be rather one sided with the forces they brought. What ground assets they may have would be the true factor to whether or not they accomplished their goals here.

 

[Darth Osano]

KARTHAKK SECTOR

The bridge was quiet. The only major disturbances came from some silent dialogue between technicians and deckhands, coupled with the mechanical whir of machinery. It was as close to complete silence as TD-18 got to these days. A pity, really, seeing that he loved nothing more than to be in complete silence- doing nothing at all. TD-18 didn't necessarily want to die, he just didn't want to do his job as a tactical droid and felt no enthusiasm from winning battles. He wanted to be left alone. But the forces that ruled this galaxy decided he should continue to suffer. That was why they had put him at the helm of a Techno Union patrol fleet designated to the Karthakk Sector.

Did the Techno Union control the entirety of the Karthakk Sector? Hardly. But the Executive Council felt it was necessary to project their influence into adjacent territory early on. It was sort of like foreshadowing, only in real life and with the steady domination of the Outer Rim's most worthwhile planets in mind. While TD-18 was processing relevant data to try and predict which world the Techno Union would subjugate next, something on the holomap pinged. Loudly.

Nearby deckhands familiar with that particular ping and immediately fell silent. The rest of the bridge followed suit as the ping repeated and TD-18 stalked over to the display. Distress signals were infrequent, but now here was one coming from Maramere, the most recently annexed world. It looked like a pirate attack was in progress and the system's local naval garrison required reinforcements before dealing with it. Great. Just when things had gotten quiet, TD-18 would be called to do battle with some pirate element. What were the chances?

Maramere was only a short hyperspace jump away.

"Alert Bothawui of the disturbance and inform them we will be dealing with it." TD-18 instructed. "Set a course for Maramere."

Minutes after TD-18 relayed his orders, the patrol fleet adjusted its course and entered hyperspace. They would be there shortly.

 

[Darth Eversor]

Location: Maramere, surace.
Objective: Wait
Allies: Techno Union
Enemies: [member="Domino"], [member="Rayl Wilded"]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JvkUTGTMv6g​

The whole pirate charade truly was something to both mock and belittle. These were the types of individuals that not only licked the streets clean of any substance they can get their hands on, but they were also a sub-species all on their own. Filth, lies, and even the occasional attempt to rob a planet of something that wasn't rightfully theirs. This is where the law came into play; a physical manifestation of discipline and strength that wasn't likely to be toppled by mere lurkers of the blackened depths of space. Abraxas stood alone still staring intensely at the skies. He knew that someone was coming, and he was ready to take them down all on his own accord. He didn't even have the slightest urge to call in for any sort of reinforcement. If there were allies around by the time the fighting started, they would surely be able to bear witness and jump in.

For now Abraxas could only seethe in his soon-to-be wrath. The Dark Side of the Force resonating strongly within him and in his presence; not only to empower himself, but to further warn whomever dared to advance upon a landing. Still like undisturbed waters, the creation held his ground. Ever patient was the monstrosity that told its growling gut to hush and await the oncoming main course of flesh. The Dark Side was raging like a fire within Abraxas, ready to engulf these intruders.

"...You will die...."​

 

[Domino]

Allies: Black Suns
Enemies: Defenders
Objective: Block defenders from raid forces on the ground.

Domino could feel the seething rage miles below and heard the Sith's next boast. Locking her helmet into place all she could do was shake her head to settle her lekku into place and say "Pitiful" to the empty room. Taking up her pikesaber, she slung it over her back and added her sonic shotgun to her thigh. The rest of her armament was already in place. A simple blaster, a few knives, and some grenades in addition to what the PSG already contained. Taking a moment, she focused inwards, hiding herself within the force.

From there it was a simple matter to ride one of her Revelations through the already cleared space and into the upper atmosphere. "Here's good, stop the ship. Continue on to the mine depots once I've disembarked." Her pilot slowed, stopping the formation of dropships keeping pace. Making her way back through the crowded troop bay, Domino opened the rear hatch and, giving her troops a casual salute, fell back off the ramp and into free fall.

She spent a few seconds watching the formation take off again as they angled into a steep dive that would take them a few score clicks away to the mines. Angling, Domino flipped over and spread out to control her descent as her armor heated up and the altimeter plummeted along with her. The nexus of dark-side energy provided by Abraxas a beacon below her. At fifty thousand meters she righted herself and fired the first burst from her jetpack to check her fall, doing so another three times every ten thousand meters or so before switching to longer bursts every five and then one thousand meters. For the last half-kilometer Domino forwent the jetpack and dropped her concealment to gather the force within herself, reinforcing her body and slowing her fall with the force itself. The Sith Knight could still feel her impact though the ground he was standing on though. He was witness to Domino casually walking forth from her own cloud of dust to meet him, hand on hip. "Do you really think you could kill me?" Her modulated voice asked in the same tone as a parent might use to ask their child if they'd been steeling biscuits when their shirt still bore the crumbs.

@Abraxas @TD-18 @Rayl Wilded [member="Jennifer Blanchard"] @Eve @Zandra Tal'verda

 

[The Scope]

Allies: Black Suns
Enemies: Defenders
Objective: Get planet side.

Rayl made his way down through the bowels of the ship to the hanger bay. As the blast door parted ways he was greeted to the attack craft still waiting orders to launch. They had hundreds deployed already. Should more be needed it would be a worrying sign about the tides. The Techno's couldn't mount a sector sized defense fleet for a day or two. Which was more than enough time to overwhelm what they needed. But what might be lurking in range they didn't know of was the problem. Rayl pushed such thoughts to the back of his mind. He needed to focus on the task at hand.

Waiting his arrival was a Reaper Elite Starfigher. Fueled and ready to go. It was the best fighter Black Sun made, and it still held up to the more modern designs all these years latter; given a skilled pilot of course. The hanger crews bustled about checking last minute things. They may be pirates by title but most served in the navy. They knew what to do and were disciplined like few others in their trade. Rayl pushed on to his craft, taking hold of the step rail he took one last look over his shoulder to the other pilots. "May lady luck be on our side boys". Quickly he climbed and took a seat in the Reaper. Rayl slammed the brain bucket over his skull and began start up procedures. To the surface!

[member="Domino"] [member="Abraxas"] [member="TD-18"] [member="Jennifer Blanchard"] [member="Eve"]

 

[Darth Eversor]

Location: Maramere, surface
Enemies: Black Suns
Allies: Techno Union
Objective: Watch

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fOPcrq7eM70​

This woman was confident. But confidence was an emotion Abraxas wasn't familiar with himself, let alone caring for it. He watched and listened idly, not making any moves or speaking to further feed the ego of this showy intruder. The creation did absolutely nothing but stare at her as she made herself feel empowered. The Force had a strong presence in her, yet she did not know what stood before her. In truth, The Butcher King's indirect clone looked like nothing more than a typical Sith clad in armor and donning an iconic dark cloak. The visage of a face was obscured by the blackened, shiny helmet sitting atop the two meter lab experiment's dome. While the entrance did little to impress or provoke Abraxas, he had already made up his mind about this particular individual. He could read her like an open book, and with each page of her soul that he skimmed through, there was much to exploit already.

From the memory of study and research when not frozen away in a stasis-crypt, Abraxas valued the knowledge of archives and old records about how different paths could be taken with the Force. To him it was merely a tool and an instrument that was not to be misused or twisted by perversions of what others think it should serve, and this woman was no exception to this understanding. Her tone rung empty and dull, her choice of words already an indicator of a mouth that had never been busted or bruised enough to know its place. This world was not for anyone's spoiled delight or cherry-picking, but instead of heeding warnings, this would have to be made clear by physical means. The longing stare of Abraxas could be found wanting in some things, one of them being the urge to flay skin and sever bones. The others to take the corpse of this pestilence and dissect it for the creation's own intrigue in biological function and murder.

The final moments of life in a victims eyes was truly something to behold. Their happiness, their memories, their lives visibly seen fading away and being taken. To drag the sack of organs and whatever colored flesh the body happened to have away was highly symbolic and beautiful in its own right. Abraxas saw wonder and something closely correlating to satisfaction in this, like he himself was giving his opponent a truer purpose rather than have them run around the galaxy in some false sense of glory or pride. The nature of the naturally born and living was a scientific treat, more or less. The only thing Abraxas saw before him was that of a fetus begging to be reborn in a new light, one without the suffering of hubris or poor decisions.

Rebirth shall be gifted. A new day will come.

Still standing his ground, The Butcher King's near duplicate watched and waited for [member="Domino"] to make her move, that is if she was done with her introduction.

[member="Rayl Wilded"], [member="TD-18"], [member="Jennifer Blanchard"], [member="Eve"]

 

[Domino]

Live, Abraxas had never lived, not in the true meaning of the word at least, hence he would never understand life. If he thought Domino was an open book, then starting with the belief that Domino had never been beaten, broken, betrayed by those closest to herself, suffered the loss of everything, then he was in the wrong section of the library. She'd suffered all that and more only to strengthen herself from each experience, her's was a well-earned confidence. But his lack of action, his sudden silence after his chest pounding to the entire system wasn't what occupied her thoughts. The overall tactical picture was what she was interested in and right now those same dropships that she'd dropped from were landing troops and a squad of tanks at the Stygium mines and their as-yet unprotected storage depot. Domino had given up the glory of leading the raid herself in order to act as a blocker against the Sith that had promised to be the largest hindrance to the operation, and as long as he didn't try to attack she was content to leave him standing there like an idiot while his promises continued to ring empty around them.

@Abraxas @Rayl Wilded @TD-18 @Jennifer Blanchard @Eve @Zandra Tal'verda

 

[Jennifer Blanchard]

Location: Wandering the outside of the resort
Objective: Find out why she's feeling off.
Allies: TU
Enemies: BS

She wasn’t going to stand by and watch. And was it the Force, or just common sense that was telling her to move? She knew that Bright Star was defended on this world, because they were a partner company of the Techno Union, and on the Executive council. Slot 005 to be precise. And Jenn wasn’t going to let the house that Marek built crumble into the sea. No, she was going to do what she could to raise the alarm, and bring the attention away from infrastructure. The trick was making sure she wasn’t the only one making the fight here.

The slicer wasn’t the best equipped for combat, preferring to attack things like bank accounts and the media, over hitting things with a lightsaber, but yes, she did have her Obsidian Lightsaber. Pretty simple, waterproof, storm gray blade, but the purple plating on it was definitely orange.

Her color

This writer assigned colors to characters, and as much as hers was red-orange, she wasn’t that crazy.

At least Bright Star knew what was going on. Getting on her comlink, she sent out a burst message to the Obsidians in the area. ‘Unsure if this is anything, but can someone take a peek at arrivals for Maramere?” Right, time to get out there.

[member="Domino"]
[member="Abraxas"]
[member="Rayl Wilded"]
[member="TD-18"]

 

[Darth Eversor]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eilPlFdUyp8​

After reading the woman, Abraxas decided it was time to act. The creation started off towards her at a casual pace, preparing himself on a much more subtle scale. His cybernetics adjusting his body from within to prime the necessities required to take on such a potentially hazardous foe. Both of his hearts began having palpitations as the specialized combat stimuli flowed through Abraxas' veins. His physique becoming noticeably malformed with the grotesque mass building on his muscles. His breathing became more inhumane, and his desire was becoming nothing short of truly deranged.

//VITAL SIGNS STABLE; PREPARING COUNTER MEASURES FOR POSSIBLE NEURAL FAILURE. CODE VORNSKR IN EFFECT.//​

​

There was little regard to the experiences of flesh, for the creation of maddened science was only somewhat parallel to the intricacies of sentient life. This thing being a mockery of what it was to be human, to understand and relate to the emotions and basic functions that made every person a unique vessel in which memory became experience, and experience granted them status. For Abraxas, his mind worked more like a processor. Separating the chaff from the wheat, disposing of anything irrelevant that did not benefit his survival or ability to murder. The marriage of flesh and machine saw itself as superior when compared to the moral workings of other species. It only made his job much more easy. As Abraxas advanced ever closer to [member="Domino"], he spoke.

"This planet is simply not for your benefit. I will see to it that you do not leave without losing something if you wish to remain a theif." He stepped a little bit closer. "I want to know something, however. What was your most intimate moment? What is it like to be raised by a mother or a father? Do you procreate?" Grotesque black veins covered his scalp, and his eyes burned an ember-like gold. "I want to know what it feels like to be you. Let me into your flesh, allow me to observe how you function."

With that, Abraxas burst into a wicked sprint and flung himself forward through the Force, bringing his crimson blade upward in an uppercut directed for her mid-section. If successful, it would only leave a mere gash across her figure. The creation wanted a fight, and this was simply to wound and illicit a response so that he may study her form and technique. The rest would come naturally.

[member="Jennifer Blanchard"], [member="Rayl Wilded"], [member="TD-18"], [member="Eve"], [member="Zandra Tal'verda"]

 

[Domino]

((I guess I'll skip back to myself then))

Watching the Sith's muscles bulge out like some fighter's in a cartoon, Domino's eyebrow raised as she began to wonder what'd happen to the armor he was wearing along with the helmet. Was he going to be crushed inside, or was it designed to expand with him? Perhaps they'd just pop off. Wondering about this, she was caught off-guard by his barrage of extremely personal questions, this combined with his sudden charge caught her completely off-guard.

Only a quick jump back to prevent him from slamming into her bought her the time to reach her left hand out- and bat the tip of his saber away. Not that his strike would have done much against the beskar armor she wore. Keeping her momentum going, Domino kicked back again into another jump as she brought her right arm about and sprayed off a burst from her miniature flamethrower at [member="Abraxas"] to obscure his vision as she drew her pike saber. Twirling it around her side, she slapped it into the palm of her other gauntlet and angled it across her body as she took up a classical defensive stance. Clearly she was waiting for his next attack despite not activating the pike's blades. "I have lost much already Sith," her cool voice responded to the taunts. "And if you desire to know what it means to be me, come, I will teach you."

Inside her helmet, her comm used bone conduction to let her listen in as her landing force's commander reported in to the ship carrier above. "We've landed at the mines, no significant resistance so far. Local security seems more interested in letting us know they're surrendering than putting up a fight." The pick-up wasn't doing a very good job of cutting off the noise In the background and she could hear a ship's engines whine as it came in for a landing. "We're preparing to breach the warehouses as soon as we've cleared the perimeter."