Bleeding the Black Rose [War of the Roses, Anaxes]

[Sage Bane]

Location: Hyperspace over Anaxes​

When Sage Bane got word that [member="Darth Venefica"], and ruler of Anaxes, had denounced the Dark Lord in front of His Wills, His Wrath, and, shockingly, even His Eye, he knew what exactly needed to be done. His smooth tenor unwavering, the Sith Lord and Hand of the Dark Lord, quickly commanded his the crew of his Wyrrlok-class Star Destroyer the Laughing Dead, to chart a course for Anaxes. The planet was stained with the patina of betrayal, therefore, Sage and his special forces needed to move in and secure the world, as well as reclaim any assets left by the traitor.

Sage was perplexed by the behavior. He fought alongside Darth Venefica or Dorin and Ord Mirit. She shared his love for alchemy and frequented his temple on Fresia. She had always called him the “Beautiful One,” a pet name that never failed to appeal his ever-expanding vanity. Why would the Sith Lady give up such a venerable place in Sith history? Those were questions for another day. Right now, Sage’s part to play, was one of a wrecking ball.

The call went out among the ranks of the One Sith: descend on Anaxes and leave no trace of the Sith Lady's legacy. He wasn’t sure exactly what he would find once they got dirtside. Venefica had built a temple and a scientific facility on Anaxes, but were they still operational, or did the buildings now stand empty or razed? What about the military base funded by her company, Taobh Dorcha Industries? The answers weren’t clear, but one thing was for certain. Any and all lingering followers of the Sith Lady would be exterminated, and any assets that were left would belong to the One Sith. One question remained: What to do with any traitors they found? Apprehend them and make them face the wrath of the Wrath? Throw them in a sarlacc pit? Or perhaps, hang their limp bodies in the streets to make a delicious example out of them? The decisions were endless as the stars over Anaxes.

OOC info

Spoiler

Objective: to take over the Anaxes Military Installation and reclaim Anaxes for the One Sith

[member="Reverance"] [member="Vrag"] [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] [member="Lucas Gravois"] [member="Kinsey Starchaser"] @All One Sith

 

[Sanya Val Lerium]

Ooc -

All black rose members please ignore this thread as it had not been discussed with our FA's. there for it is of no concerns to us.

Also my apologies for "muckying" up your thread.

 

[Hans Vaiden]

The Viper Probot on Anaxes didn't care if a skirmish had been discussed with anyone - there was no law dictating such actions. The One Sith Imperium was well within their rights to subjugate yet another planet, even one under there control, just as this measly little probe droid was rightfully able to sit, observe, and report everything.

A newly deserted Commodore Hans Vaiden had dispatched several of these stolen and modified droids wherever he could, prioritizing military bases and known fortress worlds regardless of faction or political alignment. Even supposed allies of his friends in this Imperial Remnant were being observed and weighed this very instant. In an ever-changing political climate rife with corruption, war, and mysteries, it always paid off well in the long run.

This little probe droid had made it onto the surface of Anaxes relatively unharmed. The hyperspace pod it had arrived in had been dismissed as nothing more than generic space debris of an official Imperial military test run. They were wrong for not paying attention to detail, but what were they supposed to do - assume that their own units were spying on them?

For now, the little bot hovered to and fro across the land, configuring defense schematics, reporting troop estimates, and generally making note of anything that could be of use - be it large or small.

 

[Reverance]

Location: Hyperspace over Anaxes​

​

"What is the plan?"
"The plan?"
"Of course, you have a plan."

Does the foot plan to squash the bug, no matter how much it runs? Gabriel thought about his place in this movement, wondering if it could have gone differently. To pull away from the One Sith, Venefica was always a traitor. It just took her words to solidify this reprisal. One does not turn their back on the Dark Lord so easily, no matter how many traitors existed in the universe. Venefica had flown close to the sun and now, with wings melted, Gabriel tried to discern how far she would fall. Rocking out from the throne within the Teleute, Gabriel looked towards Yurzhoc and cracked his neck.

"We have assets, we have reckoning, we have vengeance." Gabriel said as he approached the helm, the blur of stars passing by like fluorescent strings in the night. "Prepare the slayer ship contingency, get a hold of the Immortal on communications. Let them know the same thing, we will swam towards the planet and recover what can be recovered."

"And what about what can't be recovered?"

Gabriel made a fist, outstretching his fingers slowly, before clasping it once more. "Do what you do best."

And with that, Yurzhoc was off down the hall. Soon enough, the fleet of the Wrath would exit hyperspace and take part in salting this earth. Cleansing it of betrayal, all things would be made right once more.

[member="Sage Bane"] [member="Vrag"] [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] [member="Lucas Gravois"] [member="Kinsey Starchaser"]​

 

[Corey's OOC]

Lucas was barely a One Sith, but one thing was for certain, anything he could do to help eliminate other false names to the throne and title of Dark Lord? He was going to do that. There was apparently a trip out to Anaxes and he had made sure he was selected for the mission, even if it meant murdering two other acolytes in cold blood. Lucas didn’t care. He was here to do one thing, and that was to prove that the strongest would survive.

And that he was the strongest.

The Anzat hybrid had one thing on his mind, as he typically did; death. The feeling of lives being snuffed out from the Force, and maybe his bloodlust was a bit overkill for this mission, but he was still coming. Reclaim a military installation? There would be death, there would be bloodshed, and there would be him removing lives from this plane of existence.

Granting them freedom from the slavery to the flesh.

Was he caring if there was a discussion of skirmish? Not in the least.

He didn’t care who was leading him. What Lucas Gravois cared about was that he was sent to rip bodies apart, to end life.

To show that the Sith still had fight for their own ideals, and to solidify himself on the proper path to removing the rest of the contenders on his way to ending the Dark Lord.

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

The call for the One Sith to take over an Anaxes Military Installation did not evade one Tmoxin Temi as she did business on Coruscant earlier that day. She wasn’t complete bedfellows with the One Sith again, but she had been taking select contractual-basis assignments in order to get back in their good graces. The red-haired Hapan CEO listened with interest as an operation moved in to take control of a Garrison, Temple and Scientific Facility. But neither of those three locations interested her - although the scientific facility could be of some use to Morpho Pharmaceuticals.

But rather barter with the One Sith for scraps, Tmoxin was only interested in one thing – her impounded and beloved Sovereign Butterfly II, a mint-condition, Baudo-class yacht that was locked up somewhere on the planet. Could it be at this very military installation?

It was worth her time to find out, and the Blood Monarch was in the vicinity. The monetary value of the yacht didn’t concern her. With the Hapan executive it was always the principle, and to get back The Sovereign Butterfly II would provide closure to a darker time in her life when she was the one who was the traitor. The irony!

But there was no time to dwell on the misfortune of others. Tmoxin swiftly landed on Anaxes in The Sovereign Stingray and attempted to make contact with Sith acquaintance, [member="Sage Bane"] in order to locate the Baudo-class yacht. Lets just hope it’s in one piece and gathering dust, not salvaged for parts and scattered across the fortress world, she thought.

Little did she know her former Commodore [member="Hans Vaiden"]'s droids were also performing their own surveillance of the planet for a less self-serving reason, but one that would have appealed to the Officer in her just the same.

 

[Loxa Visl]

One Sith Ghost Ship


Anaxes is at risk - its Leader named a heathen and traitor before the very eyes of the entire Will Assembly. Her transgressions against the Dark Lord and Emperor are unforgivable, she must be ousted from her honorable seat of power and authority. The Wrath and Hands will see to her timely arrest ... or end, you will serve another purpose.

Will of Byss, Eske of the Archives, we call upon you to collect that from Anaxes which cannot be replaced. Your affairs on Byss have not escaped the knowledge of the Dark Lord. Do this now and honor him. Attend to the databanks and archives of Anaxes and bring them back to Byss. Voice Lord Carach will see to your safety in this assignment.

Ghost Ship. Sentient beast. The unfathomable had become stark and tangent in her arrival. Eske recalled the many journeys through space and the ether, taking her to far off worlds she'd only ever dreamed of. This ship, however, was something else entirely. In fluid silence the Arachneri made haste to depart from the planet she'd called home for the last 40 years. Her mind was not on the trauma her travels would soon bear upon her, instead it pondered the livelihood of this great ship that would ferry her on her next expedition through the stars.

A sentient ship filled with Sithspawn. No crew. No survivors. Only a goal and a single man who had set to claim the allegiance of this mechanical monster. Suddenly the prospect of being called a monster herself seemed so childish and futile.

Breaching atmosphere in her transport came as a sickening reminder of just why her kind didn't make travel part of their hobbies too often. Four decades since her last voyage through the stars had secured a weakness in her she hadn't been entirely prepared for. Good thing she hadn't taken a meal in a week. By the time she boarded The Ghost Ship Eske was appreciative for what felt like solid footing beneath her. Lucky again she couldn't possibly blanch any whiter than what her milky human skin already was.

Today she wore a black traveling skirt and cloak, far more material than she had ever cared to keep. This was a delicate mission, however, and the more care she could take in her movements the better off she would be. The ebony cloth of her own silken make would do well to hide her, where her ivory, beastly self would otherwise stick out. Stepping down off the transport once in the belly the Ghost Ship hangar, Eske followed the only soul apparent to her - a young man who had recently joined the congregation of Acolytes on Byss.

"Lord Carach will be in the bridge, Will, just down this hall. Don't let the sounds of the ship bother you," he explained.

"Sounds?" Eske perked meekly, incapable of picking up on what he described.

"There are creatures on here locked away in containment chambers. They don't always like being in them."

"Creatures..."

"Here we are. I will announce you."

The man disappeared through a vaulted doorway, leaving Eske to ponder the implications of being announced. She'd never once been in a position of importance as to warrant such ... etiquette, but she was not about to stop him.

"My Lord and Voice, I bring before you Lady Eske, the Will of Byss, as was arranged for this mission," he bowed, indicating the doorway where the Arachneri quietly stepped through.

Movements slow and strangely delicate in nature for one of her size, Eske approached the Voice without presumption of respect to be had. Sith were a wily sort, each one stranger and darker than the next. One couldn't be too wary of their dealings with them even if her first appraisal of the One Sith had been in the company of two very well-mannered Knights. Fine black fingers reached to push away the cowl of her cloak, Eske's full stature - placing her nearly a head above the man - lowered as she drew near.

"Lord Carach," her voice was soft, tone svelte as she dipped into a bow, settling her arachnid abdomen against the cold surface of the floor beneath her so as to stand below his gaze once erect, "I am grateful for this opportunity to serve. I shall endeavor to be the least bit of burden to you." Eight ghoulish, glowing, pupiless red eyes settled on the man's figure, appraising him of his stature and visible strength. Though she was not a creature of the darkside or even capable of touching the Force she could feel the ebb and flow of power that seemed to radiate within his presence. A most scintillating sensation indeed.

[member="Darth Carach"]

 

[Mythos]

The Cortan Blade was almost undetectable in it's orbit around Anaxes... Cloaked and Invisible to the naked eye, in it's cockpit was Darth Mythos, not a man who played well with others, however this day he had been called upon to deal with the annexation of this world whom was donned a traitorous hive of Scum and Blasphemy. Pity... Yet the Will of Atrisia was here, and behind the Blade was a Squadron of Cloaked Infiltrators... the Legendary Daisya.

The mission was Simple, Infiltrate the Core of Anaxes undetected and report back any unusual activity as well as prepared Loyalist defenses that might be in the planet. Without any Hesitation Mythos and his Squadron were inbound to the Capital armed to the teeth with Every weapon armament the Infiltrators had as well as a bit extra.

"Alright Boys the Mission is a pure and Simple reconnaissance after we execute the flyby on the Laboratories, follow up closely and maintain a tight formation, from this point on it's radio silence unless absolutely necessary. Papa Specter out"
The Squadron entered the Atmosphere of Anaxes and made their way through relaying information via Holonet and untraceable system of Information transfer that would beam everything the Specters saw back to the main ship where [member="Sage Bane"] and [member="Reverence"]​

handled things.
Mythos was here to do a job, not be a hero... this time. After a few hours of Flybys and reconnaissance the squadron neared the Laboratory and prepared to fire. Dropping their Stygium Cloaks targeting systems locked and a volley of Concussion missiles dropped upon the area... Once the payload was dropped the Squadron retreated back into the air and reactivated the cloak to meet back at Orbit with all the Atmospherically data and resources that the Pilots could not as of now identify.





@Eske @Tmoxin Temi [member="Lucas Gravois"] [member="Hans Vaiden"]
​

 

[Darth Pyrrhus]

Two more ships dropped out from hyperspace. The die was cast. One was a corvette named The Revenant. It flanked the larger support frigate, The Oppressor. The former had been, and still was, Darth Pyrrhus' personal ship. However, since his last visit to Coruscant, he had confiscated the Oppressor and added it to his personal fleet, modest as it still was. Its former captain had made the mistake of misjudging his own authority relative to the Togruta's. Pyrrhus found himself standing on the bridge of the larger vessel, observing his target destination: Anaxes.

It would be his first visit. The cause of it was an unexpected one. It was the actions of a traitor that drew his ships in, along with a portion of the One Sith's fleet. The traitor in question was not one he had ever anticipated to call by that title. Suppose that was the nature of treason; it was delivered from those you trusted. He still remembered the engagement on Mandalore, when he had stood by her side as they engaged the Mandalorians. Back then, he had been but an Acolyte. Now, he had risen to the rank of Sith Lord. It was strange, to see him seek her out once more, though this time no longer an ally. He couldn't imagine what had driven her to such actions, and who had whispered into her ear. At this point, little did it matter. Actions were actions. They demanded consequence. Ever the Sith loyalist, Darth Pyrrhus would deliver.

With him on the ship was his former apprentice, [member="Darth Azurea"]. Then, apprentice, now close companion. She appeared to have subscribed to the One Sith ideology. If not that, at the very least she had given herself to the Dark Side. Depending on what met them once their ships hit the surface, this might very well be their first engagement together. There was a good chance that his current apprentice, [member="Mullarus"] was present as well. Had he left for his assignment, or was he still on the ship? That remained to be seen. His thoughts must have wandered.

Both ships had a more than decent capacity to carry troops, and together, they brought with them a considerable force to do the bidding of the Dark Lord and his loyal emissary, Darth Pyrrhus. This was becoming routine for them now, the Nautolan army of Glee Anselm having served the Togruta Lord in many a conflict. Anaxes was but another engagement, another operation waiting to be labelled successful.

The Oppressor loomed ominously over the skies and cities of the planet. Several squadrons of starfighters emerged to secure the airspace, and make for a swift and secure landing for the many dropships. Pyrrhus' own shuttle carried himself, Darth Azurea and a token Nautolan force. Naturally, on this occasion, he had brought with him the Ord Mirit veteran unit, the Nameless Ten. Having Lieutenant Major Rhea at his side, he felt assured that more than merely being followed, all orders would be executed to the letter, with a successful result to boot. She was a most successful Nautolan officer, with a promising career. She knew not to disappoint Pyrrhus.

The shuttles landed, and all forces immediately assembled into their formations. Everything was ready. They marched. They would secure all facilities, they would secure the planet. All opposition would be apprehended and subsequently dealt with. All preconceptions and former admirations aside, he was called here to do a job. Like his trusted officer, Rhea, he would execute them to the letter, and return with news of another successful operation. Darth Pyrrhus was not in the business of delivering bad news.

[member="Sage Bane"] [member="Reverance"] [member="Tmoxin Temi"] [member="Hans Vaiden"] [member="Lucas Gravois"] [member="Eske"] [member="Darth Mythos"]
[member="Darth Azurea"] [member="Vrag"] [member="Mullarus"] [member="Isamu Baelor"] [member="Kinsey Starchaser"]

 

[Kinsey Starchaser]

Location: over Anaxes on Sage's Ship

Palm pressed against the ship's hull, head slightly bowed. Strands of tawny-hair that refused the bonds of her braid hung low over her face. They were getting closer. The Starchaser could feel it. Space travel, like her Uncle, was kinda her thing. Intrinsic and instinctive.

Too-blue eyes snapped forward and she pulled her hand away. Her Lord would want her on the bridge, with him, even though he'd probably prefer frolicking in those Zoosha-fabric sheets of his. Booted-feet clicked down the bustling halls of the destroyer. A light layer of armor hugged the curves of her form. Sage's lightsaber was clipped low on her hip with a blaster strapped to her opposite thigh.

As always, the teen was thrilled and a little nervous. However, she looked at the reports and the possibility of seeing [member="Mullarus"] again made her smile. Good ol' Mully.

She approached her master, undressing him with her gaze before her attention snapped back to those honey-brown eyes of his. Still....she was hella nervous. Battle always did that to the adrenaline junky. She quickly clasped her fingers behind her back so he wouldn't see them twitching. "Lord Bane." Business as usual. "Will I be at your side for this one?"



[member="Sage Bane"]

 

[Hans Vaiden]

The Probe droid had been noticing lots of things over the past couple of hours. Its long range sensors and scanner arrays had detected massive energy and gravity readings from orbit, sending the droid's encrypted computer and intelligence system loads of information to be processed. Between that and the visually confirmed dropships and fighter elements screaming in from the upper atmosphere, the central processing unit was being overwhelmed with the amount of data surging forth.

Bombers and fixed-wing assault craft bombarded the nearby lands, around a compound of sorts while even more landing craft and heavier transports followed their myriad of fighter escorts. If droids could feel anything, excitement would be the prime descriptor for this little droid. It was standard protocol to encrypt, relay, and transmit all data back to the headquarters, so both visual and aural data could be viewed as it happened in real time.

The Viper probe picked up the pace and hovered closer and closer to the apparent compound when the readings and old Sith files documented it as the "Anaxes Military Installation." The automaton activated its full-spectrum sensors and scanners, set itself in a fairly concealed vantage point, and continued its observation of what was taking place. It wasn't its job to analyze the data or wonder why any of this was happening - that was up to the Intelligence specialists and upper echelon staff.

For now, it would wait and watch.

 

[Setzi Lunelle]

Along with Darth Pyrrhus and his acolyte, Darth Azurea had brought her own apprentice, [member="Dex Torture"] along for this trip to Anaxes. There was no better way to learn than to be dropped in the middle of a conflict and to be able to use your wits as each challenge presented itself.

"Have you ever been to Anaxes?" the brunette Sith Knight asked the young firrerreo, who up until now had proved to be a loyal ally to her on Korriban and on the planet of Lorrd. His devotion would come in handy, and she longed to teach him more skills to deepen that loyalty.

"And most importantly, what would you like to learn the most from this trip?"

She felt the shuttle descend, and they were soon departing. Of course, Azurea never liked to be too far from her Togruta Master, but she would go where she was needed and was certain that Apprentice Torture would be a capable protector in case the two of them were split up.

 

[Corey's OOC]

Location: Shuttle. Maybe heading to the planet.

Did he want to be here? No. Did he want to kill false Sith that were betraying the closest thing to the actual Sith, the ones that could train him the best? Yes. He wasn’t really reporting to anyone though. That was just how Lucas Gravois did it. He existed. He did what he wanted, and he murdered things.

Currently, he was reading a book on the female reproductive system. Well, a holobook. A text book. The Anzat enjoyed learning about physiology and anatomy. That, mixed with a future of very micro-focused telekinesis use, and a potential ability to repel and stop electrical charges, he was hoping to do a lot of damage to a lot of people in the most undetectable and unexplainable of ways. If he could manage what he was expecting, he would be able to stop movement in a body, or change the current, control the body, control their pain, and start ripping their cells and tissue apart.

But that was just, y’know, a side thing. Right now, it was fascinating to learn where the body of several different species was created, and how fragile the whole internal system was. With just the right amount of pressure, the whole thing could come crashing down, one being at a time.

[member="Darth Azurea"]
[member="Hans Vaiden"]
[member="Kinsey Starchaser"]
[member="Darth Pyrrhus"]
[member="Darth Mythos"]
[member="Eske"]
[member="Tmoxin Temi"]
[member="Reverance"]
[member="Sage Bane"]

 

[Judah Lesan]

Odd how Xander found himself working for others more than for himself. Lately his life was aiding the Empire in their goals while his laid to the side. What better was he going to do? Without the support of the Empire his plans were not able to come about. He needed their interest in his homeworld, and the seat of his power, to get the power he truly wanted. This meant he helped regain a military facility.

Xander had arrived separate from the others. He rarely traveled with them, as he moved about from place to place. No one knew where he was, rarely ever anyway. Today he came from Ec Pand, he'd been spending more time there, ever since a meeting he had on Kamino. That had been interesting to say the least. In fact he was thinking on it enough he swore he felt a very familiar presence. Eyes looked about to be sure, but it was not a dream, or bad food, Tmoxin was here.

Quiet steps moved through the shadows and followed the trail until he found her. The last they met he had been dressed to assassinate. Today was much different. He wore his black coat, green vest, a red as it was tied around an ivory colored shirt. His pants and boots were black to match the coat, and of course his belt held his twin sabers. The gauntlet on his right hand held the assassins hidden blade, the trademark weapon of the guild. He stepped from the shadow into her view.

"Fancy that, the call of the Sith too strong to deny," Xander questioned teasing with her. "If you are hear to help, your timing is wonderful, if not, very ill indeed. Perhaps you should tell me your business here, and I can see to it that your needs are met, and your desires facilitated."

[member="Tmoxin Temi"]

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

"The call of the Sith does not beckon me here," Tmoxin said, noting the assassin had shown up out of the blue. He who had executed one of her lead researchers. She still hadn't completely forgiven him for that but if he could help her now. "Far from it."

"Do you always show up when there is something to collect?" she asked, rhetorically and a bit teasingly. But quickly, she waved her hand. "Nevermind, there is something I'm here to recover. Are you good at finding things?"

Tmoxin's brown eyes sparkled with intrigue. Perhaps Darth Vizios could help locate her lost and impounded ship? And was it full of dust? Had Darth Carach been taking it out for a joyride? Had he opened the eyes of nubile acolytes in the yacht bedroom?

The Hapan executive shivered. After she reclaimed it, a good detoxifying agent would do the trick, but for now she only peered at Vizios and said, "Where do you think a luxury ship would be hiding on this planet?"

[member="Darth Vizios"]

 

[Judah Lesan]

"Am I good at finding things? My dear... You only need ask," he retorted besides the obvious fact her question was not meant to be answered.

He flashed a grin at the woman. Xander believe her to be the most beautiful of women he knew. Most Hapans did boast such beauty. The little dance they played was fun. He would tease, she would tease. The other looking for the advantage over the other. In all truth. A fer had met someone he considered his equal among the female gender. He would never confess it.

Blues eyes caught the hint of intrigue in her eyes. This only made Vizios smile more. It seemed he'd won this round with [member="Tmoxin Temi"]. A nod of his head at her question indicated he was giving it some thought. Another questiom was needed. He stepped closer to her, always one to remain dangerously close to invading one's personal space.

"Luxury ships would not be held on a military base, not unless it belonged to the commander, a Sith Lord, or a traitor. Does this ship happen to belong to a Hapan traitor who desperately wants it back?"

Xander grinned. He knew the answer.

"There is a guarded hangar toward the northern part of the base. Ships like what you suggest would be there, if they are."

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

Location: Unknown.
Objective: Observe.

Since the sacking of the Temple of Pain, Nulgath had severed all ties to One Sith and disappeared without a trace. The Epicanthix knew how to hide himself well, his time observing the Tactics of One Sith and the Sith Assassins taught him all too much. As Nulgath watched the data screens aboard his KSE firespray he could only raise a brow as a unusual movement occurred. The One Sith machine was now looking to Axaxes? Was rather sudden in his opinion. But the reason behind this attack eluded him!

News of [member="Darth Venefica"]'s " realization" was news that spread fast. Anaxes held a complex of some sort that One Sith perceived as a threat. The Sith Lady was becoming infamous very quickly, But the reasoning behind One Siths move was still unknown which only left the Sith knight to speculate an answer.

" So this is the present Empire of One Sith. Impressive. It seems they have grown and reunited since the rule of Nihl." Balthazar spoke aloud as his ghostly body examined the data screens.

" Indeed..." Nulgath responded slowly as his thoughts stirred. Finally crossing his arms in his chair he came a conclusion. " Fear. Their actions show how they ignore their outdated Emperors commands. Since the day of the Dark Lords physical death his plans have shifted away hidden from sight. One Sith has nothing they should fear from the Covanent of the Black Rose and yet their response to this specific betrayal says otherwise. Interesting dont you think?"

" Every Sith fears losing power. Whether that power is the force or an Empire this fact remains the same. Those who know this can only expect a hostile response." he stated using his wisdom once again as he looked around the ship.

 

[Krux Mullarus]

Location: The Revenant, orbiting Anaxes
Objective: Suit up. Homecoming is upon us.

Mullarus glanced out the window as the familiar landscape of Anaxes passed beneath the Revenant. His Master, [member="Darth Pyrrhus"], had sent him orders to join him in taking down a 'traitor' to the One Sith on his homeworld. The young man left the holomessage to loop on his desk as he http://star.etmortius.net/equipement/armor/images/Star%20Wars%20-%20D6%20-%20Equipment%20Stats%20Netbook_img_48.jpg=link]got dressed in some armor.[/link] His newly-constructed http://starwarsrp.net/topic/66977-children-of-the-dark-side/=link]lightsaber[/link] hung on his right hip. Perhaps he'd get to use it today.

The traitor waits for us on Anaxes. Join us, apprentice. I will be expecting you on the Revenant.

Mullarus hadn't taken part in a major battle yet. The closest he had gotten was arriving late to a siege on Obredaan, in which he had to watch over [member="Kinsey Starchaser"] instead of go slay a bunch of Sith haters.

I wonder if she has been called to action here as well.

Once he was properly armed and armored, Mullarus made his way back to the hangar to board a shuttle going down. He stuffed himself inside of one with a small squad of soldiers, who all seemed uneasy in his presence. Mullarus glanced at them, "Head in the game, friends. I'm on your side."

The shuttle took off and barreled down through Anaxes' atmosphere. The turbulence was all-too-familiar to him.

Welcome home.

The shuttle touched down and the doors opened. The soldiers rushed out and Mullarus stepped out and down, his boots crushing the grass beneath him. He looked around, unable to locate his master, so he whipped out his comlink and sent him a quick message.

"I've touched down on thr surface, master, where do you want me?"

 

[Jairus Starvald]

The betrayal of Venefica… such a sad tale. Yet, the only thing it did for Carach was remind him just how thin the illusion was that the Dark Lord had spun so many years ago - unity, brotherhood and a promise of real change - it all seemed so far away now. When they had set out to change the face of the Galaxy so many years ago, they had seemed so strong and now with almost all the old faces dead or buried?

Carach couldn’t help but feel nostalgic about those old days.

"My Lord and Voice, I bring before you Lady Eske, the Will of Byss, as was arranged for this mission,"

The Sith Lord looked up from the book he had been reading and closed it with the barest of sighs, but as his eyes took in his newest guest… curiosity revealed itself. In a lot of ways Carach was a collector, of knowledge, of power, of toys and so when he patiently studied and listened to [member="Eske"] - a smile finally made itself known.

“An Arachneri? How fascinating. I, sadly, haven’t ever had the pleasure of meeting one in person.” He brushed his chin in thought, musing on for a moment. “I take it you are a… hmm.”

The height was taken in account and then Carach nodded.

“One of the Venoarch, then. Exquisite.”

Putting the book away Carach took a look around his bridge. The Ghost Ship did not have any use for a true crew, instead most of its functions were governed by the mind of the ship - in times of true duress… a link could be established, but that was irrelevant for now. The point was simply that the bridge was more akin to a sanctuary, a room with in the middle a single throne.

“I am certain you will honor the Dark Lord with your assistance in this matter, Lady Eske. Tell me, how much experience do you have when it comes to the handling of archives and knowledge in general?”

 

[Loxa Visl]

A tick of intrigue stole the Arachneri, red eyes broadening in a mixture of surprise and flattery. Eske remained as she was, settled upon the floor of the bridge, eight arachnid legs perched like cloaked soldiers standing erect - four at either side hidden beneath the length of her black skirt. She could feel the vibrations of the ship through them and noted, curiously, that it resembled breathing.

Almost as if the ship had a heartbeat.

"Rare is it to meet the acquaintance of one so well-read on my kind," Eske's voice carried easily through the empty chamber, if not a bit wilted by the fatigue of her travels, "rarer still that my kind should be met. I am tickled to be your first," pink lips draped into an expression of amusement at the implication of that statement. Quaintly, she folded her black-tipped human hands at her front, all eight beady red eyes watching [member="Darth Carach"] unblinkingly.

"I have spent the whole my years recording the history of my life and the lives of those around me. Three decades saw me through the stars from the realm of the Mandolorian clans to the asteroid fields of the Red Nebula, from the jungles of Kashyyyk to the sands of Tattooine. Four decades more on Byss where I have lived in seclusion in the ruins of Erudol, a veritable treasury of ancient tomes and literature of the past, transcribing their contents and keeping their bindings. More recently I have offered my skills at the Archives of Byss under the tenure of Master Archivist Terrano who personally elevated me to the position I hold now so that Byss may once again be represented in full to the One Sith Empire."

Eske faintly canted her head to one side, "I hope my resume is as sufficient for the Lord and Voice Carach as it is for His Dark Majesty."