First Reply Beneath the Crimson Skies

[Joseph Torson]

B E N E A T H_T H E_C R I M S O N_S K I E S

IMPERIAL CONFEDERATION
DESEVRO, OUTER RIM TERRITORIES

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Spoiler: Gear

• Pseudosonic Beam Rifle [1]
• Mahporeem Acid Rifle [1]
• 'Streiter' Vibroblade [1]
• Jūryoku 12 Repulsor Grenades [3]
• Konīde 10 Plasma Detonators [3]
• Tenebrae Commando Armor Mk. II [w/ Jetpack + Flight Attachment + Supplicant-Series Service Droid]

Desevro. A decaying heavily urbanized planet in the Outer Rim that had been long neglected by the galaxy. Recently the Imperial Security Service had caught wind of a growing Sith presence on the planet highlighted by a recent gathering of Sith known as the Sith Conclave where an attempt had been made to unite the Sith to organize a galaxy-wide "Great Hunt" against the Jedi. From what the ISS could gather, the attempt to unite the Sith had failed although there was a possibility that a small minority amongst the Sith that had gathered had proceeded with the plans for the Great Hunt which if true would still present a problem that the Imperial Confederation would have to deal with.

This was where Joseph Torson came in. He had received direct orders from Supreme Commander Sularen to thoroughly investigate the true extent of the Sith presence on Desevro and determine whether their plans for a Great Hunt prove to be a threat to Imperial interests. It wasn't the first time the Imperial Special Forces operative had been sent to tackle issues concerning Force-Sensitives and as such he was well prepared to face any Force-Users he encountered, although Torson hoped that he wouldn't have to face them given the outcome of previous encounters.

Thus, a single cloaked vessel would emerge from hyperspace in orbit of Desevro, wasting no time to immediately begin descending towards the vast decaying cities of the planet and eventually making landfall within an abandoned rundown spaceport in proximity to the reported site of the Sith Conclave that had occurred recently. As he exited his vessel (Which was still cloaked) and emerged from the spaceport, Torson took some time to observe his surroundings taking note of the neglected buildings that had been left to root. A planet home to billions, long neglected and left to root and decay slowly and painfully. It was an ideal planet for the Sith to take up shop on especially given how they could easily twist and manipulate it's broken population for their own nefarious means.

Fortunately the Imperial Confederation was keeping a close eye on the planet and if further action was to be taken they first needed proper confirmation of prolonged Sith activity on the planet. As such the Imperial Operative would begin to walk through the empty streets of the ruined city making his way towards the reported site of the Conclave and ready to begin his mission in earnest. All in the name of advancing the cause of the Confederation.

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[Darth Virelia]

"A frugal, foolish effort." (OOC NOTE: was literally about to send my own first reply on Desevro, what are the chances?)

Tags - Joseph Torson

The air above Desevro hung heavy with rust and ruin. The skyline — a serrated graveyard of spires, gantries, and fallen towers — seemed to bleed its own twilight. Acid rain slid down corroded durasteel, hissing softly as it ate at the bones of a civilization that had long since stopped pretending to care for itself. The people who remained scuttled through the shadows like insects beneath a dying sun, and that suited her perfectly.

Darth Virelia did not arrive with fleets or fanfare. She arrived like a shadow through the arteries of a corpse.

Her ship materialized high in Desevro's lower orbit, a matte-black silhouette vanishing as quickly as it appeared. The vessel's profile never showed on any registry; its engines whispered instead of roared. When it descended, it did so through the rainclouds in silence, shrouded by the static storms that scarred the planet's atmosphere.

Her boots struck the landing platform of a forgotten industrial complex some kilometers from the ruins of the Sith Conclave site. She stood for a long moment at the edge of the platform, violet light tracing across the plates of her armor — reflections of Desevro's distant lightning caught in the mirrored sheen of Tyrant's Embrace. Beneath her hood, her eyes burned like twin blades in the dark.

Desevro was exactly what she had expected — a planet stripped bare by greed, eaten alive by its own neglect. The perfect petri dish for the Dark Court.

The data from her agents on the Holonet had been clear enough: multiple Force signatures detected. irregular disappearances in the lower sectors, and a growing black-market trade in Sith relics. Desevro's decay was fertile ground for cults, scavengers, lairs, fools, idiots and opportunists. A colony of carrion minds feeding on the rot of the Outer Rim. If the Confederation had caught wind of the same, then her timing was immaculate. The Dark Court needed a foothold beyond Malachor's shadow — a world to spread its influence subtly, to weave itself into the infrastructure of despair. Desevro might serve.

She crouched, running a gloved hand along the fractured concrete beneath her. Beneath the grime, she could feel the echo of conflict — brief, intense, recent. The Conclave had indeed been here. The residue of ambition still clung to the air, mingled with the faint metallic tang of blood and ozone.

She rose slowly, cloak unfurling like a living shadow behind her.

"Pathetic," she murmured to the wind. "They gathered in the name of power and left with nothing but ashes."

Her gaze swept the horizon. In the distance, a faint shimmer — movement, perhaps. The unmistakable pattern of disciplined motion, not the erratic shuffle of locals. Someone else was here. Someone searching.

Virelia smiled faintly beneath her mask.

Good.