Blood and Sand (OS dominion of N'zoth)

[Vrag]

[1/20]
Objective: Dance
Location: The Imperious > Planetside
Allies: OS
Enemies: [member="Fabula Caromed"]​

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ylTY9WbMGDc​

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After ravaging Fresia, the beast that was One Sith had reared its head, and found that the grand alchemical basin had not quenched its thirst. Even filled to the brim with the blood of traitors and upstarts, the monster would remain unsated, its hunger ever growing, all-consuming and ravenous as it was. Hoping to appease it at least somewhat, the warmachine would close its jaws around the planet of N'zoth, extending its cold mercy to the people who respected naught but the power to rule over death.

And power… they had power in droves, and they would not hesitate to prove exactly how true that was.

Oh, the Yevetha would indubitably seek to oppose them, fight them, do their damnedest to repel the Sith invaders, but they had come with a single, clear intention, and they would not be deterred; they would claim the planet for their own, and bring it into the over-reaching purview of the Dark Lord.

The skies of N'zoth would grow dark with the fleets of the Sith, and the people below would know, in that instance, that their hour had come. The bell was tolling in the distance, and suddenly their world would narrow down to two choices: submit to the greater force, or die resisting.

And when the dropships started raining down upon the sandy surface, the latter option would grow increasingly more far-fetched; when the ranks of the One Sith pressed upon them from all sides, the Yevetha would realize that, in the end, they never had a choice at all.

The Sith were here, and they would take what they wanted, exactly the way they wanted it. Such was their way.

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1. ​Capture the Yevetha young, so that they may be indoctrinated into the Sith regime
2. Take over the capital, whether by force, Force, or manipulating the Darama. YMMV
3. Draft the more willing among the Yevetha into the Sith ranks
4. Have fun, do your thing, go to town. (Blood play, anyone? )

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Post: {1/20}
Objective: 4.....Searching for Artifacts (Bones)
Location: Planetside
Allies: OS
Enemy: Sand

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=THNEolxBmso[/youtube]​

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No sooner than she landed on the planet that she began her quest for a fabled skull bone necklace that granted the owner an additional boost in the Darkside energy. Prior to arriving, she had paid artifact collectors and archaeologists for information on the location of the necklace. The consensus was that it was hidden away in an old ancient structure half buried in the sands. She thanked each one, killed them to preserve the secret of the treasure, and headed to N'Zoth.​

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The trip was a solo one, a kind of soul searching for her. She had left her boys and girls at home while she went digging through the sand to find the structure. She didn't even bother asking for assistance from any of the other Sith, there was only one necklace; and it was her precious. So she trounced through the near knee-high sand enroute to the building that was now looming in the distance.​

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Due to the depth of the sand, her pace was slow moving and with every snails pace step she took, she cursed. But nothing would stop her from achieving what she had come here for. In the end, the sand and the planet's arid air would be nothing but a laughing memory.​

 

[Sage Bane]

Objective: 4, Duel with [member="Tanek Santii"] for the appeasement of Yevetha elders
Location: Valley of Rejection
1/20

While dropships were descending on one part of the planet, on another hemisphere there was a bloody performance about to take place. The Yevetha of N'zoth were a brutal people, and blood was an key aspect of their societal mores and religious beliefs. While the large clans of Yevetha could be subjugated or wiped out in a large sweep, the smaller clans would pose the biggest problem once the planet was actually taken. To help preemptively quell the chances of smaller uprisings that would threaten to undo the One Sith's progress, Sith Lord Sage Bane and SIth Knight Tanek Santii had agreed to diplomacy talks with smaller Yevetha clans.

It turned out that to appease the violent tribal leaders of the lesser clans, Sage Bane and Tanek Santii were asked to engage in a bloody duel for the entertainment of the discerning Yevetha elder warriors, who would not negotiate unless they saw first hand just how strong these Sith men were.

Fight a bloody duel until the other submits? Yes, please. The two Sith warriors enthusiastically agreed to the ritual. After all it would be fun to see how trainer and student, both illusionists, fared against one another as enemies. So in a large coliseum carved out of white sandstone, in the place called the Valley of Rejection where the Yevetha sent their exiles. Lord Bane and Knight Santii found themselves ready to shed each other's blood in the name of the One Sith.

 

[Darth Kentarch]

Post number: 1/20
Objective: Take over the capital
Location: Aboard the Black Mercury
Allies: Sith Assassins/One Sith


"Bringing up everything you can on the Darama." Darth Kentarch said to the intelligence agent working at the holo-display. Various intel reports, images of important Yevetha, and tactical readouts of the capital city of N'zoth appeared from the holo-display in front of him. Kentarch only held disgust for these primitive savages, their death cult was a mockery to the Sith. If it were up to him, he would have the planet glassed. However with the One Sith Empire now looking to annex the planet, Kentarch was here to ensure the fall of the Capital and its leadership. Misgivings about the locals aside, the Sith Lord realized the strategic importance of securing of this mission. N'zoth was needed to secure vital supply lines to the Outer-Rim and unknown regions, less Crina had been conquered for nothing.

"Pinpoint the Darama's location. Begin a operational scenario for a small strike to reach the designated target." Kentarch ordered the agents working in his ship. The beginning of assassination was starting to take shape. After reviewing the data, Kentarch had decided the N'zoth's capital could withstand a direct invasion, however if Kentarch could land quickly and infiltrate the city, a quick removal of those in power could mean an immediate and unconditional surrender. Finally after a few moments one of the agents spoke. "There is a blind spot in their defenses. If we would say, drop this ship down in the slums, your infiltration would go unadulterated. Assuming the strike team would be you my lord." The agent said facing Kentarch. The Sith Lord nodded in satisfaction. "You could proceed on foot to Darama's location: A large religious building in the central plaza of the town." The agent finished. The path of Kentarch's mission from the slums, across the bazaar, and to this religious center was laid out before him on the holo-display.

"Find a roof to land on that's solid enough and take us in. I'll be disembarking on foot. The mission is a go." Kentarch ordered, then turned and moved towards the ship's exit.

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Post: {2/20}
Objective: 4.....Searching for Artifacts (Bones)
Location: Planetside
Allies: OS
Enemy: Sand

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jj_vCNevsfY[/youtube]​

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The doors to the ancient structure were slightly ajar while footprints could be seen leading up to it. She was not alone on this quest. Some fool, a dead fool in the end, had come here to snatch away her present to herself. Fueled by anger, she slammed the door further back with a Force blast, followed by stepping into the structure. The air inside was humid and had a smell of muskiness about it. But she would not be persuaded to leave.​

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Her senses remained on high alert while her eyes followed the trail as it led deeper into the building. The more she thought about it, the building resembled a temple of sorts. Perhaps whomever came here before her was on a pilgrimage and not seeking out the necklace. Still, she would not chance it. If the potential usurper intervened with her mission, they would not leave the temple; thus becoming their personal tomb.​

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The Force screamed in her head as she felt the presence of another touched by the Force. A quick scan revealed they were not Sith nor Jedi but a Dark Jedi. She hated Dark Jedi more than Jedi but that was a story for another time. This story involved a necklace and a dead Dark Jedi. She ignited her blade and stepped into the antechamber on the left to see a figure clad in dark clothes kneeling before a broken statue.​

 

[Fabula Caromed]

Objective: Waiting for [member="Vrag"]
Location: Capital city of Giat Nor, on the first of many buildings likely to meet its end

A half-decade could not dull Fabula's lust for adventure. A half-millennium could not dull her hatred for the Sith. In the wake of attacks by (allies of, as if Fabula cared about the difference) the latter, the oft-scarce champion of Clan Caromed decided to indulge in the former. Someplace hostile, dangerous...just like old times. The Wanderer in her lusted for horizons, for a personal trial on a planetary scale, rather than the simpering children she'd been teaching how to fight recently. And if she just so happened to get to murder a few Sith while she was at it, she wouldn't complain.

The Bloody Pilgrim came out of hyperspace above a desert planet not an hour after she had followed a hunch to guess which planet the Sith would take a stab at next. Not enough of a "hunch" to commit serious military resources to, but plenty for a private outing. Of course, she probably should have sent intelligence back to her alor the moment she saw a fleet in orbit...but they wouldn't be able to mobilize in time. The best she could do now was sate her bloodlust and bring back evidence.

Her old, weathered ship found a properly sheltered cliffside to land beside on the perpetual dust storm of N'zoth, and Fabula would have frowned if she had any interest in the locals of this heat-blasted rock. The nearby city, practically in ruins on its own, was full of scurrying natives, attempting to form a basic defense against the Sith...who would be upon them long before they had organized, if this was the best they could muster. The Wanderer would have felt pity. The Warrior had none for creatures who confused brutality with battle.

Rather than help with the defenses, as she might have a few years ago, Fabula found a conveniently flat-topped building, leaped to a convenient vantage point, and sat in lotus position. Where was her first opponent? Who would be her first blood sack to rip open with her bare hands, in eternal retaliation for crimes that not a one of these children were even alive to have committed?

 

[Micah Talith]

1/20
Objective - Me, myself, and Terentatek horde


N'zoth. The fifth planet in the N'zoth system, located in the Farlax sector in the Koornacht Cluster, near the Core Worlds. It was most well known for being the home world of the Yevetha. The Yevetha were known for their xenophobia and death-centered culture - not a very friendly species if you asked him, he mused.

While many believed the species had been destroyed, it was speculated by some that their expansionist tendencies might have resulted in some colonies that escaped the notice of the Yuuzhan Vong. In fact, after the fall of N'zoth to the Yuuzhan Vong, it was estimated that fewer than ten thousand Yevetha were still alive in the galaxy.

Which meant that it was unlikely he would meet up against any this time around. Well, he assumed so. But his purpose wasn't to test out theories on if the Yevetha were still alive. He was more focused on the rumors of Terentaktek hordes along the Southern portion of the planet within the arid plains and deserts.

Settling down on an isolated spot, Micah would step down from the loading ramp to face the savage heat from the C'rel sun. From his pocket he took out a Tash Taral Force bond Tracker. He gave a grin under the length of scarf held over his face to keep the sand away.

Time to go on a hunt.

 

[Darth Pyrrhus]

[1/20]​

Objective: 4, Duel with [member=Sage Bane] for the appeasement of Yevetha elders
Location: Valley of Rejection


Once more, the Togruta Knight, Tanek Santii, had arrived on a planet together with the recently promoted Hand of the Dark Lord, [member=Sage Bane]. Sharing a dropship with the other Sith was becoming a habit, but one he enjoyed. He had been the first to show him the might of the Sith, and since then, he had seemed to follow up the acolyte, from apprenticeship to knighthood. Together, they had been part of the subjugation of many a planet. Now it was N'zoth's turn to feel their wrath.

This time would be different, however. This time, the pair would not stand shoulder to shoulder as countless fell to their blade or mind-terrorizing attacks. This time, they would test their strength against each other. The Togruta, who normally presented himself outwardly as calm and collected, could barely contain his excitement. The other Sith was undoubtedly more experienced. The odds were ever in his favour. However, what this meant in practice, was simply that it was an excellent opportunity for Tanek to grow, to have the most glaring holes in his defence revealed, and remedy it. The Hand would forge a fine, red blade.

While his opponent today was undoubtedly strong, Tanek was determined to put on a good show. The might of the Sith would be revealed. Even in defeat, he would not allow himself to be humiliated. The Yevetha elders would have their duel, and they would witness the might of the Sith, the power of the Dark Side. After today, they would know better than to stand against them.

The arena was fancy, in its own gritty way, and added to the atmosphere and sense of importance. The Sith Knight stood center, staring upon his mentor, and darehesay friend, with the hint of a smirk at the corner of his lips. "Are you sure you're ready for this? Have you ever fought a Togruta before?" Tanek was teasing, and Sage knew it. Tanek had witnessed Sage's power before on the first day he'd met him, and he'd been impressed. That feeling still lingered, the Lord had ensured to keep it ever present with his growing accomplishments. It would be an honour to cross blades with him.

Tanek theatrically let his dark Sith robes fall to the ground, leaving himself standing in the traditional black tunics associated with his order. Sith fashion never dies. A lightsaber hung from his belt. It was a basic design, and it had been one he'd picked off a dead acolyte on Ruusan. Ruusan... He was reminded of another planet the dark duo had deeply damaged. "Your move"

 

[Darth Ophidia]

[1/20]
Objective: 3. Recruit a lair of bandits.
Location: N’zoth.
Allies: OS.

There is nothing like recruiting a warrior species to the aid of the Sith. While others were burning the name of the Sith into the hearts and minds of the general population, Saiah was seeking the outcasts among the Yevetha. Not their meek and trampled workers, but those who did not comply with the orders of their superiors: Bandits. All planets had criminal gangs, and N’zoth was no exception. Through some helpful twisting of appendages, she had located an encampment of nomadic bandits, far into the arid desert. They expected her of course.

She halted her speeder bike a few hundred metres away and viewed the settlement through a pair of binoculars. They had spotted her that much was certain. Then again, among these sand dunes it was not difficult to see her. Blaster rifles glinted behind the sandstone walls and many of the hideous creatures scurried about in preparations. She spotted one in particular, with distinctive red markings. Around the crest of his face. According to her information that would designate him as a particularly violent and thus likely a particularly important member of the bandit settlement. A small smile spread across her lips as she dropped tucked away the binoculars and revved her speeder. It whirled to face the settlement and approached slowly to not press them into aggression.

The Rattataki Sith Knight wanted to recruit them, not destroy them.

 

[Sage Bane]

Objective: 4, Duel with [member="Tanek Santii"] for the appeasement of Yevetha elders
Location: Valley of Rejection
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Amid the roars and heckles of the Yevetha elders, Sage stood with his legs shoulder-width apart, bouncing on the balls of his feet as he faced his friend. Sage was barefoot, in a simple armor weave tunic with his hands and feet wrapped, protected from the scorching N'zoth sun. There was no need for fancy armor. Sage knew his opponent and knew that both of them relied heavily on the Force for both offense and defense. Plus, Bane had his not-so-secret weapon, his amphistaff arm, which was hidden away in its banelith masquer for now. It would come out later, when the audience of cacophonous Yevetha were least expecting it.

The Togruta was already two steps ahead with his taunts. Sage looked around and spread his hands, hamming it up for the audience.

"I don't know!" he exclaimed with a wicked grin. "Do you see any Togruta around here? All I see is a little whelp who needs to be put down."

The crowd, or at least the ones who knew Basic, roared at all the trash talking. These guys wanted a show? Well, Sage would give them what they wanted.

Without wasting any time, the Sith Lord ignited his lightsaber with a snap hiss. An aggressive fighter, Sage had found that the opponent that makes the first move often gets the advantage. With that philsophy in mind, Sage leapt forward in a blur, attacking Tanek's midsection with a flurry of short, sharp strikes, a classic Ataru move.

 

[Athena Heron]

1/20
Objective: 2, find me a nice spiritual leader to manipulate
Location: outskirts of capital
Allies:??? No one yet

The young Omwatti looked as if she glided over the ground. Keen, dark-eyes drank in her surroundings. She had the address of one of the spiritual leaders, a Senior Tumwathel. Feathered-hair ruffled in the breeze.

Invisible, dark-tendrils of the force slithered forward searching for the mind of the one that would help her and the others bring down the Capital.

Disembodied voice purred across her budding connection. I will help you conquer your nightmares. Soon, love. Soon.

Light footsteps carried her closer as her hold on the leader's mind continued to burrow deeper.

 

[Vrag]

[2/20]
Objective: Dance
Location: Giat Nor
Enemies: [member="Fabula Caromed"]​

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=23gkhdJqULg​

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To most people, concepts like war and genocide and 'leveling a city' were complete abstracts, something to be enjoyed in the comfort of their sofa while they stared blankly at a holovid and cheered on the next great hero. For Vrag, it was nigh a weekly activity, a hobby, practically, and one she performed with great zeal and competence. It wasn't some distant, unfathomable thing, it was real, and palpable, and, yes, quotidian.

The prospect of sitting back and watching had never been that interesting to the woman — outside of the bedroom, that is — and so she was among the first to spill out of the seemingly countless dropships tainting the skies of N'zoth. It was her boots that disturbed the sands, it was her order that blew in the gates of Giat Nor.

The warriors of Legion Yun'Do would pour in with her, alongside her, their gleeful screams to the Yun'O and Yun-Amon filling the dry air as they descended upon the underprepared inhabitants of the capital. Indulging that voyeuristic streak within her, Vrag faltered in her stride for a moment as the hordes breezed past her, their collective bloodlust calling out to her like a long-lost lover.

With a small shudder, the firrerreo resisted the temptation to let go and become one with the battle-crazed flow, her horned figure turning against the swelling tide of the Vong as she ascended the stairs. Her steps were measured, even — for the day ahead was long, and killing would surely take its toll — her silent saber resting in the firm, but loose grip of her Vonduun-clad fingers. The Skerr Ygdris was already reeling, appraised of their purpose here, and as always eager to be bathed in fresh blood. It had tasted many to date, but the Hand suspected it would never be truly satisfied.

Just as well; she never intended to stop. Absolute power was, in the end, unattainable; the best one could do was strive to come as close as possible, and these days, the woman liked to think she wasn't very far at all.

The shimmer of heated air above the urban panorama before her made it hard to see very far, but the Sith was possessed of senses beyond mere sight. While it was hardly her focus, the woman wasn't exactly blind in the Force either, and certain beings were like beacons in the night; something even she would be hard pressed to miss.

Her lips pulled back into a cold leer — though somewhat thawed by the scorching sun — and Vrag started off towards the indicated direction. At this point, she might was well have received an invitation.

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Post: {3/20}
Objective: 4.....Searching for Artifacts (Bones)
Location: Planetside
Allies: OS
Enemy: Dark Jedi.....then Sand again

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nEJ19E58uFw[/youtube]​

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The Dark Jedi, a male with a patch over his left eye, stared at the Sith Lady as if his single eye was playing tricks on him. He shook his once, then twice, and when he looked again, the woman still remained where she was; the crackling of her blade echoing off the antechamber walls. He raised a hand, the index finger pointed at her in an accusatory gesture, and began to open his mouth.​

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Always the opportunist, she struck quickly slamming him back into the wall with a powerful Force push to remind the Dark Jedi that she was no phantom come to haunt the living. She was, in fact, real enough to send him to the land of the dead. She hissed between her teeth and moved toward him in stalking speed. Once he recovered, he produced his own weapon and lit.​

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Black eyes with red flecks gleamed with delight.​

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As if an unheard bell rang announcing the start of round one, the two combatants charged toward each other; blades of two different colours danced behind them. The male struck first with a powerful blow only to have it parried by her. The fight had begun. Two entered the temple; only one would leave.​

 

[Darth Ophidia]

[2/20]
Objective: 3. Recruit a lair of bandits.
Location: N’zoth.
Allies: OS.

When within the 10-metre range of the sandstone fortification, Saiah stopped her speeder and glided off. She raised her hands as a sign of non-aggression. While these creatures valued strength, she did not want to waste hers on the goons. Rather she smiled her crooked smile and walked with the fleet feet of a Makashi practitioner, while the Yevetha sprouted guttural sounds in their unintelligible language. Saiah spotted her target, the big one with the red markings and the dominant attitude, but she would rather not spur the entire camp to combat. She was no good with multiple opponents. However, she would take the biggest one down and per the hierarchy of their kind, rest should submit to her, to the One Sith.

“I seek to speak with your leader. Please take me to him.”

This was no random choice of bandit camp either. Apparently, this one had a reputation, a certain infamy that affected all the other bandits and even some of the legitimate clans. If they had not recruited these bandits, what kind of havoc would they cause? Plenty, Saiah would assume. Two of the gatekeepers looked at each other and then exchanged another splutter of throaty sounds before one of them waved Saiah in, and lead the way. The other made an odd cackling sound and followed behind her. His blaster rifle poked her firmly in the small of her back, something she did not quite enjoy, but she would comply for the moment. It was all about the opportune moment.

It took a good ten minutes of walking through the maze of mobile homes before they came to the approximate centre square in which she had spotted the large, red-marked Yevetha. The one at her back croaked in heavily accented Basic.

“Go through the tent.”

By which she assumed he meant for her to enter it. She nodded and flashed another smile before approaching the tent.

 

[Darth Pyrrhus]

[2/20]​

Objective: 4, Duel with [member=Sage Bane] for the appeasement of Yevetha elders
Location: Valley of Rejection

Tanek laughed. He hadn't seen that comment coming, and it amused him greatly. Had it been coming from any other, his reaction would likely have been very different, and a touch more violent.

"Wait, you are Sage Bane, right? I was told a whelp was all that would be needed" Tanek was but an initiate to the art of trashtalk, but hang around Sage Bane long enough, and you'll pick up a few things.

With that comment, Tanek unclipped his lightsaber. He dropped into a stance typical for Djem So. It was the favoured form of his master, Darth Vornskr. It was likely the only form Sage Bane had seen him frequently using, as his skill with the lightsaber grew. While powerful, the style had always felt slightly awkward to him. He was strong, sure, but nor his temper nor his physique seemed optimal for Form V.

Beneath his robes, a beast stirred. Tanek had traveled to Selvaris, and gotten himself his very own Vong pet. It wasn't equally well-hidden as Sage's three snakes. Currently it was coiled around his right arm, which seemed like its favourite place in the world, underneath his dark robes. It had come into plain view as the robe had been dropped. It gave Sage a light hiss, as if to warn him not to step on his turf or threaten his master.

He would have to be careful with the amphistaff, given its lethal nature. He didn't want to poison Sage with it. Then again, who's fault was it if he allowed himself to be hit? Tanek would always blame himself. He tried to remind himself not to make exceptions for others, regardless of how close or not they were to him. If he truly was the Hand of the Dark Lord, he would not be lethally wounded this day. If he did, he would have proven himself unworthy of the title. Reassured by his own dark logic, as he knew Sage was more than qualified for the job, his focus returned to the fight to come.

Then they began. Sage's preferred style was Ataru, and so he had anticipated the man to press the attack. Tanek's own crimson blade burst into life in response to the incoming threat, and so their blades met in a number of fast-paced clashes. Tanek was stepping backwards, using the defensive philosophy of Form V, attempting to parry and redirect the incoming blows, rather than face them head-on. As one of his sequences ended, Tanek would try to counter with a single attack, parrying an attack to the side as he sidestepped, and followed up with a horizontal slash towards Sage's waist.

 

[Fabula Caromed]

Objective: Shot put a car
Location: Giat Nor
Enemies: The lovely [member="Vrag"]

Fabula's nose wrinkled when her senses touched an offensive amount of nothing. Of course they had brought Vong. Why wouldn't they have brought Vong? It was a well-known fact that the Sith and the Yuuzhan Vong had absolutely everything in common and were chummy best friends. Mental sarcasm was toxic. Fabula shook her head and sighed at the gray blobs of anti-thing aggressively failing to be felt by her extended senses. They weren't all abhorrent abominations to life, though. There was at least one Sith with them.

Well, she could either wait for this Sith to come to her, or...

Taking a deep breath, Fabula stood slowly, the biting and cutting winds of sand flying past her, and taking the bottom of her coat with them. Dramatic flutter. Like the prelude to an action scene from one of those bad Jedi wuxia movies that Fable liked so much. Within moments, she fully expected a chord to play, and someone to shout something unintelligible in Echani while their lips flapped out of synch. Then, after that moment of rare peace, she tensed her legs and leaped into the air.

The Force carried her much farther than her own (impressive, by this point) muscles could ever hope to. Exhilaration was as much an emotion as hate or fear, and one never stopped being overwhelmed by the rush of the highest winds whipping through your hair as you defied gravity. Hundreds of feet passed below her in just a few seconds, and her perfect three-point landing near the (not yet besieged) city gates would have left the local citizens in awe...if they weren't a surly lot of brutal, unsightly assholes who hated everything.

Well, this wasn't for them, was it? This was for her. As she landed, Fabula looked for something within her weight class, then back to the line of charging Vong to judge distance. There was a landspeeder parked by what was probably an immigration checkpoint nearby, and...about thirty seconds until she could crush a bunch of ugly faces under a short ton of exploding metal and fuel. She took her time, moved with purpose, as if she were surrounded by mere mortals who needed to stand back and let the real heroes do the heavy lifting.

Literally. Heavy lifting.

Fabula planted her feet very firmly by the speeder, took a deep breath, and tasted the Sith on the air. There was nothing more she needed than that to ignite her hatred. Arms powered by the palpable essence of Rage, Fabula made deadlifting a civilian transport over her head seem like a trivial task, then walked to the gate with her bounty in hand. There were some Yevetha who were protesting, or something. They were inconsequential. What wasn't inconsequential was...

Oh, the Vong were close enough now. Fire in the hole, monsters. Even as she sent her new and now former toy flying, Fabula couldn't help but smirk. That was probably something they weren't expecting.

 

[Sage Bane]

Objective: 4, Duel with [member="Tanek Santii"] for the appeasement of Yevetha elders
Location: Valley of Rejection
3/20

Under the blazing hot sun, the two Sith warriors' red blades clashed. Tanek had learned well from his Master, Darth Vornskr. The Togruta Knight was not going to hand over this victory to Sage. As Tanek parried, and then in one fluid movement, swept his saber at Sage's waist, the Sith Lord barely made it as he did a back handspring away. As he flew backwards, his legs were vulnerable, and the edge of Tanek's saber nipped him in the thigh, sizzling through his wraps. The Togruta's amphistaff hissed, as if mocking his wound, and the crowd roared at the smell of burning flesh.

Using the Force to bolster the energy in every cell, like a chemical reaction in his muscles, Sage sidestepped diagonally backwards, putting some distance between he and his friend. Tanek's saber forms were flawless. Possibly better than Sage's even. However, one area in which Bane felt that he might have the advantage was the art of mentalism.

Sage leered at Tanek. The time for playful bantering was over and the time for serious pain had come. Sage extended his arm and splayed his fingers. The dark side of the Force burst from the Sith Lord's fingertips and attempted to penetrate Tanek's mind. If Knight Santii did not thwart his attack, he would be hit with a devastating Mind Shard that would wrack his montrailed head with agonizing pain. If the pain were severe enough it might even bring him to his knees.

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Post: {4/20}
Objective: 4.....Searching for Artifacts (Bones)
Location: Ruins (Temple)
Allies: OS
Enemy: Dark Jedi.....then Sand again

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MmfQ7gSaJgM[/youtube]​

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Darth Venefica had to hand to the one-eyed Dark Jedi, he was animate about not dying. Every attack with her blade he blocked while every attack he made she parried. It was starting to look as if they were in a stand still. Unfortunately for the Dark Jedi, she was a tricky one. So when he came at her from her left, she stepped into his attack causing his arm to slam into her left shoulder. Before he could sweep the blade to remove her head, she spit in his only eye then drove her knee into his stomach.​

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Staggering backwards, he swung his blade blindly, literally, in an attempt to keep her at bay. With a jerk of her left wrist, she parried his attack and once more called on the Force. This time she attacked him with malacia, causing the Dark Jedi to become dizzy and drop to one knee. Before her eyes she watched the Dark Jedi empty the contents of his stomach even as he continued to wave his lightsaber blade about.​

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Methodically she moved around the man, placing his back to her as he tried to fight off the effects of the Force power that struck him down. She snapped her left hand forward driving her deep blue metallic blade through his back and out his chest. The moment she felt his death in the Force, another presence revealed itself to her. Then another. Then another.​

 

[Darth Ophidia]

[3/20]
Objective: 3. Recruit a lair of bandits.
Location: N’zoth.
Allies: OS.

Her hand touched the leathery flap of the tent, and while it first yielded, it then stopped. Her hand pressed against some surface. Then she felt a rumble. A hand gripped the leathery cover she pressed against and pulled it aside, Saiah found herself with her hand pressed against the abdomen of a native. He looked at her with distaste and she looked at him in bemused surprise. Looking at him she realised this was the one she had observed in the distance, but as a shadow stirred in the background, she guessed he was not the boss after all. His fists balled, and Saiah gripped the chance. She channelled her Force energy through her hand and into him, gripping around his mind with tendrils of her own consciousness. For a moment, he made a pained expression as fists balled opened and gripped his head. She was still a novice in mind-control, but there was a stereotype that brutes like this one had such a weakness. With all of her mental faculties, she sent a single command into the Yevetha’s mind: Kneel.

Slowly, awkwardly, he knelt before her. His eyes stared seemingly into nothingness as she passed him. She could feel his mind wriggling under her grip, but she did not yield. He became angry, but she fed on his anger. With the brute temporarily subdued, she maintained a neutral mask as she fully entered the tent. Her eyes adjusted to the darkness, but she could still not completely discern the details around her. Not a good situation to find oneself in, she had to admit. When they did adjust, she found herself surrounded by what appeared to be the elite of the Yevetha bandits. Scarred, strong, some big, some small. All of them looked at her in turn and muttered guttural words to one another. Right ahead, there sat one a little higher than the others. She could not yet make out its full form, but she presumed it to be their leader.

As a show of power, she raised her left hand, calling the brute at the door to her. He walked over with clumsy steps and knelt beside her. She let her left hand stroke the top of his head, and felt the struggle in his mind increase as she degraded him with her caress. He had submitted; he was a disgrace to their kind, and to their camp.

 

[Micah Talith]

2/20
Objective - Me, myself, and Terentatek horde

Terentatek were creatures which fed off the blood of Force-sensitives, and inhabited caves and tombs strong with the dark side of the Force. Terentateks resembled rancors, except that they had a number of spines growing from their backs and a pair of flaps, or tusk-like projections attached to their mouths. They also had massive claws, a set of four to a hand that could be deadly with a series of swipes.

Really, their entire physiology was crafted to be an apex predator, crafted to be a tangible representation of the might of the dark side of the Force. Their tusks and claws were highly venomous. Several theories suggest that Terentaktek's were once rancors, subjected to mutations by the Sith, and that when the dark side was weak in the galaxy, terentateks would hibernate and remain dormant for many years, only to return when the dark side was strong again.

As it was, it was dark side infused areas that would allow these creatures to flourish. A hunter in training like Micah, this was a test of skill as much as an adrenaline rush. His oma was the leader of the Beastriders of Onderon, and he too trained in hunting and tracking with her, learning of her skills. A grin would dribble across his face as he would quicken his stride. One had to rely on their weaponry skills alone due to the almost complete Force immunity of the terentatek.

So this was going to be interesting...