Faction Blood And Stone - [The Dark Court]

[Darth Virelia]

[THEME]
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Malachor V is a world of ruins and scavengers. Its canyons echo with the clash of guilds who fight endlessly over the scraps of ancient war machines, each jealously guarding their mines and wreckage fields. For generations they have ruled unchallenged, carving their thrones from slag and bone.

But now, outsiders have come. Whispers spread of shadowed figures offering impossible bargains, of leaders vanishing in the night, of banners torn down and replaced with none. Something stirs among the wreckage, something that seeks more than survival. The scavengers grow restless, sharpening their blades, waiting to see who dares to challenge their dominion.

The Shadow Spire, the planned base of operations for the Dark Court cannot rise without blood and stone. To raise a fortress on Malachor V, the Dark Court must first seize the resources that lie scattered across its shattered surface. Ore, fuel, machinery, and labor are all required, and none of them lie waiting to be taken freely. Scavenger guilds, war profiteers, and mercenary lords have already carved the world into their domains, each clutching their portion of Malachor’s ruins like vultures circling a carcass. To claim Malachor for the Court, their nests must be broken open and their spoils taken.

Objective One: Break the Guilds

The largest scavenger guild on Malachor operates out of a collapsed canyon mine, their banners of rusted crimson flying above slag fortresses built from scavenged hull plating. They control most of the ore veins near the Spire’s chosen site, and their dominance allows them to extort smaller guilds into obedience. To build the Spire, their grip must be shattered.

Court operatives can approach this in many ways. An open assault will draw blood and fear, scattering the scavenger lords and leaving their mines vulnerable to seizure. Sabotage is another option — collapsing their stockpiles, poisoning their food, or cutting off their access to power. More subtle agents may infiltrate their leadership, whispering lies that fracture loyalties until the guild tears itself apart from within. The Court does not care how the guild falls, only that its ore and labor become theirs. Success here will mark the first true victory of Malachor’s conquest.

Summary – Crush or sabotage the dominant scavenger guild that controls the mines, seizing their ore and forcing their labor into the Court’s service.

Objective Two: The Price of Silence

Not all guilds need to be destroyed. Some can be bought. A scavenger clan that controls a crucial field of wreckage is willing to sell its loyalty — for the right price. The Court must decide what that price is.

Gold and credits may suffice for some, but scavengers value other things more highly: weapons, safe territory, or the promise of protection against their rivals. In return, the clan will provide scrap metal, droid parts, and manpower for the Spire’s construction. However, trust among scavengers is thin. Even those bought today may betray tomorrow if they believe the deal no longer serves them.

To secure lasting loyalty, the Court’s emissaries must play carefully. Bribe too lightly, and the clan may take payment and flee. Promise too much, and other scavengers will demand the same, draining resources. Strike the right balance, and the wreckage fields will yield willingly, turning scavenger greed into the Court’s weapon.

Summary – Buy, bargain, or manipulate a rival clan into supplying wreckage and manpower, securing loyalty through greed and fear.

BYOO Objective: The Ash Canyons

Deep within the shattered canyons of Malachor, scavenger warbands battle endlessly over the wreckage of an ancient Mandalorian warship. Whoever seizes the battlefield will gain not only valuable scrap, but also a foothold in the canyons themselves. The Court may choose to join the fray, strike bargains with survivors, or simply let the scavengers bleed one another dry before swooping in to claim the spoils.

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credit to EllieEx for the art provided​

 

[Lord Dravik]

The ash fell like snow.

From the ridge above the canyon, Lord Dravik watched the scavenger guilds brawl in the wreckage below. Rusted banners snapped in the hot winds, droid-fire lit the shadows, and the clang of scavenged vibroblades rang against shattered durasteel. Another day on Malachor. Another war over scraps.

To the weak, it was chaos. To Dravik, it was order.

He stood like a black monolith against the storm, his jagged warplate glinting with sparks of ash and fire. The red glow of his cybernetic eye cut through the haze, following every skirmish, every death. He had ruled this world for years not by claiming to end the chaos, but by mastering it. The scavenger guilds bent knee to him because he allowed them their blood feuds, then plucked their leaders from the carnage when the moment was right. To follow Dravik was to survive. To resist him was to be buried in Malachor's dust.

But now, new whispers reached him. Outsiders. Strangers moving in the shadows, offering gold and power to those foolish enough to listen. Guildmasters who had sworn loyalty to him were disappearing. Camps were turning silent overnight. Some scavengers spoke of a fortress being raised, though none could say where or by whom.

The corner of Dravik's mouth curled into something that was not a smile.

He tightened his grip on the hilt of Ashrend, the crimson glow of its synthetic crystal bleeding faintly against the storm. The weapon was heavy, brutal, built for crushing men and breaking blades. Like its master, it was not made for defense, but for dominance.

"Pretenders," he growled, his voice carrying through the mask of ash. "They think they can carve a throne from my world without my leave."

Around him stood his lieutenants — scavenger captains clad in mismatched armor, their eyes nervous as they awaited his command. They knew the stories. Dravik did not tolerate rivals. Not Sith, not guild, not anyone. He had broken warlords before, bled mercenary fleets into the dirt, and carved his rule out of ash and fire. His word was law because he was strong enough to enforce it.

"The guilds will test them first," he said, his gaze still fixed on the brawl below. "Let the scavengers bleed them. Let them pay in ore and blood for every step they take. And when they think they are safe, when they think Malachor bends to them…"

He turned, the crimson eye burning bright in the storm.

"…I will return them to the ash whence they came."

The guilds would rise against these new players, and he would use their fury as a whetstone. If the strangers were strong, they would survive the storm — but they would bleed. And when they were wounded, when their resources were stretched thin, Dravik would strike. He would test them in blood, as Malachor had tested him, and he would prove once more that the Lord of Ashes was the only true master of this world.

The ash continued to fall. And in its choking embrace, Lord Dravik waited.

 

[Darth Virelia]

"Rusted words and tattered promises."

OBJECTIVE 2, Tags - OPEN!

Darth Virelia stood amid the skeletal remains of warships, their shattered hulls jutting upward like broken teeth against the ash-stained sky. Her figure was framed by the glow of lanterns hung from scaffolds and half-buried engines, a throne of ruin and shadow. She had not come cloaked or hidden, not this time. The scavenger clan she awaited had already been courted by whispers and fear. They knew someone of consequence had come to bargain. She intended to show them exactly what that consequence meant.

Her armor caught the dim light like oil on water, violet and obsidian edges rippling as if alive. A delicate gloved hand rested on the hilt of her dagger, not in readiness but in suggestion — a reminder that every gesture, every movement, could be a weapon if she willed it. Her mask tilted ever so slightly toward the wreckage beyond, as if she could see through the haze to the figures gathering in the distance. They were circling, hesitating, testing their courage before stepping into her presence.

Good. She wanted them to hesitate.

Greed was what drove these scavengers — greed for wreckage, for weapons, for survival purchased one scrap at a time. Greed she could shape, corrupt, and own.

She turned then, her cloak sweeping across the ash, and regarded the empty path where her Court would arrive. She had summoned them not merely to negotiate but to learn. To see how they bent voices into weapons, how they pressed fear and promise into the same breath. To test which among them understood that the most powerful blade was not swung, but drawn slowly across the throat of another's desire.

Her lips curved behind the mask, a smile equal parts promise and threat. "They will sell their loyalty. All men do. The question," she murmured, "is what we make them believe it is worth."

The scavengers were drawing nearer now, their banners of rusted iron swaying, weapons clutched in nervous hands. They would expect a bargain struck in haste, a desperate plea wrapped in credits or power. Instead, they would find her.

Virelia's violet eyes glimmered faintly through the mask as she raised her head, posture effortless, every line of her body a study in poise and dominance. She was here to teach these scavengers — and her Court — that when Darth Virelia offered a choice, there was never truly a choice at all.

 

[Valaine Valentine]

OBJECTIVE 2
Tags - Darth Virelia

Perhaps expectedly was a figure who had joined Darth Virelia, one robed in black with a hood over her head, her lower pale face visible beneath the shadow of it. A training saber was at her belt, on display. It was a pitiful weapon, but surely the scavengers wouldn't be able to tell the difference between a training saber and a real one. Valaine's presence besides her Mistress was made clear; she was a bluff, a threat of violence she wasn't even capable of. Naturally she had the Ashblade with her too, but that weapon, much realer than the one she displayed, was kept hidden beneath her robes as it so often was.

Her hooded head tilted to look towards Virelia for a moment. The young Sangnir was here to learn more than anything, to understand the politics and scheming of negotiations between foes. No doubt this would serve as a useful lesson to her. For now she remained at Virelia's side, ever the quiet apprentice when it mattered.

The winds of Malachor swept up against her robes and cloak, billowing them in the wind as she turned to the nearing banners once more. Her voice was soft and low against the breeze that pressed against them; "So... What are the chances they'll just attack..?" she asked with some light concern. She had no doubt she could best a couple or more scavengers with her inherently enhanced strength and agility alone, but this many? She knew her limits.

 

[Viscountess Pandora]

"Weed The Garden"

OBJECTIVE 1
Tags - Qyssiyana
Equipment- Red Lightwhip ,Cortosis Vibroblade

Pandora did not expect to be paired up for this mission. But however, the Mistrees knew what was best. People wouldn't be on this mission if she didn't have faith in their abilities. Pandora didn't know much about Qyssiyana other than she arrived at the meeting very late. But Virelia saw something in her, and thus Pandora didn't openly question the alien's appearance. Pandora came up to the site where the largest scavenger guild was located. Looking through a pair of binoculars, she saw the dozens of armed guards patrolling the entrance and the area. Pandora's red glowing eyes then looked to her partner. "Alot of armed security as expected. A frontal assault would not be ideal. I suggest we sneak inside. Once inside, we can work on sabotaging the Guild's control over these mines, start turning them against each other."

Pandora then slid behind a large rock to keep herself covered. "I can hack into their computer system, kill the power, disrupt communications, maybe even turn the mining droids against them as well." Pandora then turned back to Qyssiyana "Thoughts or concerns? What can you do to aid in the success of the Mistress?"

A wince as one of her red eyes turned purple. A message being displayed for Pandora only, it coming as a stream of code along her cybernetic eye. To an outsider it may look like Pandora was suffering from a glitch.

"Be nice, morsel. All allies are friends. You have so much in common with them."

Pandora's eye then turned back to red as she then looked to Qyssiyana "Apologies. I meant no offense. I only wish for the mission to go perfectly."

 

[Darth Kharnaz]

Lord Dravik Viscountess Pandora Qyssiyana
Objective 1

Malachor V.

This world was dead. Not just that there was no vegetation or animal life. No. The very air was heavy with death. This would be a fine world to rule from.

He stood behind Pandora and Qyssiyana, towering over them. They discussed plans of subtlety and intrigue. This did not interest Kharnaz. He would be wasted on a stealth mission.

"Alot of armed security as expected. A frontal assault would not be ideal. I suggest we sneak inside. Once inside, we can work on sabotaging the Guild's control over these mines, start turning them against each other."

"Sneaking inside will not be easy to do alone. I shall distract them, allowing you to get in unnoticed. You play your part and I will play mine."

Kharnaz inserted his earpiece, allowing him to maintain communications. Tapping it, he turned it on. Then he jumped down, and began to approach the compound. Even he couldn't take them all at once, so he intended to take the defenders out one by one until they found him.

Then the chaos could begin.

 

[Delsin Shaw]

|| Objective I: Break the Guilds ||
|| Equipment: Armor | Mask | Ring | Sword ||
|| Tags: Darth Kharnaz | Viscountess Pandora | Qyssiyana ||​

Observation, and Adherence.

That was the purpose of my being here. The tasks given to the apprentices of Darth Virelia were to overtake the Guilds that were not going to be even remotely close to being bought off. As such, they were to pay the price in blood. The guilds had been holding the location for long periods of time. And as such, cleaning them up for the guilds that we were going to be keeping under our thumb. Give them more to look through, more land for them to get their exports from. All so they could continue to operate underneath us. However, there was much more at play. Something clearly was guiding them.

Hence my own personal objective. making sure they stayed on task, and that any larger forces wouldn't interfere with them. Essentially, I was their big brother who would make sure some other bully did not come along and bring a beat down upon them. While I am very sure they could handle many enemies that they could face. There is always a bigger fish. Always.

The apprentices were going to be leading this operation. Let them win or fail depending upon what they did. Should they ask, I can provide assistance, but not do it for them. So as soon as the Furry apprentice spoke about being the overt diversion to allow the other to an easier chance to get in, I nodded my head. It made sense that the one would play to their strengths. Considering last time I had been in their presence, they so overtly showed their powers and strength. More over, I wanted to see what they could really do. How far would they go. Did they truly deserve the power that was being so generously gifted by Darth Virelia.

I will be the whetstone that these apprentices can sharpen and hone their skills upon, for now.

"Very well. Lead the way Kharnaz."

A very simple sentence. But the tone that carried it, was filled with intrigue and a slightly jovial. I quickly turned to the other two and tapped the side of my head. The mask looking upon them in its blank stare. Yet handing out an extra command.

"Use your heads, O'children of Virelia. Ambition without temperament will get you killed."

Once more the mask came to the Furry apprentice. This time, the mask's visage seemed to swirl in its white ink. Moving of its own. My blade singing as it was drawn from the sheath at my side.

"On your way now."

 

[Kaila Irons]

OBJECTIVE I​

Location: Overlooking Scav Camp
Wearing: Armor
Tag: Delsin Shaw Darth Kharnaz Qyssiyana Viscountess Pandora

Ash gently kissed freckled skin, as she looked upon that blackened sky.

Where most found Malachor uncomfortable, it's great wound in the force shrieking at those sensitive enough to hear, Darth Anathemous wore a faint smile. Being so close to something which had nearly killed the Force, it made her skin tingle.

The Apprentices were talking among themselves and Delsin Shaw , a few paces ahead.

She used that time to soak it all in, the calm before the storm, building upon the dark power within as the very planet injected negative emotions to be consumed for the upcoming battle.

And it would be a battle, by the sound of it.

"Good." she hummed, approaching the edge of that rocky outcropping they'd gathered upon.

Ash and obsidian crunched beneath her muscular gait, but her voice was a soft contrast.

"I will follow you from the skies, keep you informed, rain hell if things go awry."

She pulled her golden mane back, so she may slide into her helm as she approached the edge. The young Darth dropped like a stone, only to begin gently floating up towards the moonlight.

The higher she got, the more she saw.

<<"Two guards approaching the gate, looks like a shift change. ETA; one minute.">> her voice came over the comms.

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[Kristyl Arenais]

Objective Two: The Price of Silence (Ambush)
Tags: Darth Virelia | Valaine Valentine

The surface of Malichor V wasn't much to look at, an endless land of decrepit Starships and Vehicles whose history begged more excitement than their broken husks were worth credits. In most cases, the middle-aged woman who went by the alias Kira Enalis assumed that, like herself, most people would rather pass by Malichor V than stop and visit, lest they had urgent business to attend to; Her reason for being there being an alleged weapons deal between Forces of the Darkside and a clan of scrappers, scavengers and for lack of a better term, criminals.

Life was anything but mundane for her, having spent more than a decade now moving from one place to the next, never staying put for too long lest her presence catch the unwanted attention of the Imperial Security Bureau. She had earned her spot on their Most-Wanted list thanks to the blood that ran through her veins and the reputation of her former House. The day that she had learned of her high profile status, an ambush had killed several of her friends and maimed others who had been present. With House Arenais having fallen away from the Galactic Spotlight, she had learned a hard lesson that day and chosen to go into self-exile while she hunted those who sought her head.

She clutched the hilt of her Lightsaber in her left hand while remaining crouched atop the remains of what had once been a prominent model Starfighter. The craft had the sigil of the old Republic splayed across one wing, to which she took a moment to brush her fingers, picking up dust and soot from the timeless grave it sat upon. Such a vestige of a bygone era, now decaying here alongside the Galaxy's unwanted and forgotten. To some extent, she could relate, despite having voluntarily chosen a life of anonymity—a necessary resort to compete with those playing a dark and terrible game with her livelihood.

It was from the few that she had maintained contact with, informants if you will, that had breathed rumour of this business transaction between an organisation of former Sith and Imperial loyalists, now vying for their own hand in the larger political scheme of things. She had no interest in the scavengers, for their kind were like flies. Endless in number and typically found crowded around filth. How they had gained these weapons of interest to the group of Dark Siders remained to be seen, but from her high-ground perch overlooking the area, she watched and waited.

 

[Vakhari Lutris]

Tag: Open

Tunes

Objective One: Break the Guilds

After the poking and prodding Darth Virelia had done to get the young Lutris on board for this wild ride... She had decided to humor the idea, this court. Officially part of the group she fell under many things, technical, surgical.. But what of today?

Normally she would have found herself joining the ambitious Virelia in negotiations, never really finding any thrill in being shot at- being the little craven the pale girl typically was.

Today however? One could say Vakhari was a different person, hardly as vocal as per her standard. Nothing needed to be as hidden today, it was just them and free reign over the mines.

Weapons of war floated alongside the doctor as she found her own section of interest, it wasn't long before blaster bolts flew right at her. Something was different today, an almost liberating feeling. In real-time her eyes watched as the world seemingly moved at a slower pace, the incoming danger seeming to not deter her as her hand rose, absorbing the barrage of bolts before sending the stolen energy to one of the doctor's floating weapons.

The tesla cannon letting out a shocking lance of power that blew up the mounted gun nest along with its surrounding crew, the thunderous after sound danced across the arid hills as she continued her advance.

Pulling out her book, she channels the nearby viscera into the pages. Tendrils of blood slithering out in a rapid advance before latching onto the last of the defenders, one by one they fell by either being forced to blow themselves up, or by being shot by one of their fellows.

The last one managed to survive past the explosion of the mounted MG nest, charred skin, crawling away.

None were spared, another of the floating weapons being aimed at him as Vakhari kneeled, smiling as the target was frozen to death.

Using what was left of the defender's more explosive gear, the barricaded door blocking her out was blasted to high hell.

Standing, she gestures to the opening. Several droids floating down on into the mines, while others stayed to collect samples from the dead.

Whatever shared her body, they craved some old fashioned killing. And it felt amazing, she was being herself- no, beyond it. ​

 

[Darth Virelia]

"Rusted words and tattered promises."

OBJECTIVE 2, Tags - Valaine Valentine , Kristyl Arenais

Virelia did not turn her head, though the tilt of her helm was almost imperceptibly toward Valaine. It was enough to make clear she had heard, enough to let the words of her apprentice coil into the silence like smoke. She let them linger there, unchallenged, uncomfortably long — a lesson in patience and awareness. When she finally spoke, her voice slid low through the wind, velvet-smooth, carrying the faintest curl of amusement.

"The chances, my dear, are precisely what we wish them to be."

Her gloved hand brushed idly along the curve of her dagger's hilt, though not in threat. More in demonstration — a languid, unhurried motion that suggested she could carve apart the tension between them as easily as a throat. The scavenger banners flapped closer on the horizon, and the faintest smile touched her lips, hidden beneath the helm.

"If they attack," she continued, her words almost indulgent, "it is because they believe we fear the loss. And if they believe that, then we have already won. Fear is a leash, and once it is fastened, it can be pulled at will. They will never know whether you hold a blade of training or of death. What matters is that they believe you are willing to use it."

At last she turned, the violet shimmer of her eyes visible through the mask, sliding across Valaine's pale features. Her gaze was not merely upon her apprentice, but through her — a deliberate invasion, peeling away every layer of uncertainty. Her tone softened then, though no less cutting.

"You are here not to fight them, little Sangnir, but to let them imagine what fighting you would mean. Let them look at your silence and wonder whether they would live to regret the question." A pause. "And in the end, perhaps you will wonder too. That uncertainty is intoxicating."

The Dark Lady's hand drifted away from her dagger to her apprentice's shoulder, gloved fingers brushing over the line of the robe as though appraising her like one might a blade. There was licentiousness in the contact, but also control — a reminder that intimacy and command were not opposites, but weapons in the same arsenal.

"Do not think in terms of strength or limits, Valaine. That is the arithmetic of slaves. Think in terms of inevitability. If they strike, we will endure it. If they falter, we will use it. If they kneel, we will own them. Every path leads to the same conclusion, because we have already chosen it."

She let the words settle, the wind carrying them into the ash-choked air. The scavenger clan was almost upon them now, their weapons glinting in the lantern-light, their hesitation naked. Virelia's presence seemed to thicken in the space between them, not loud, not violent, but elegant, deliberate, commanding.

Her helm inclined once more toward her apprentice, as if whispering a final truth for her alone.
"Remember, my darling — the galaxy does not ask whether we can survive its teeth. It asks only whether we dare to make them bite."

And with that, she turned back toward the oncoming banners, already owning them with her poise before a single word had been spoken.

 

[Qyssiyana]

Location: Malachor V
Notable Equipment and Personal Effects: Viper Mk. I Skinsuit │ Energy Projected Helmet │ Bio-Stabilizer Mask │ Nox M-10 “Wraith” │ FAE/M-02 Energized Forearm Vibroblade Mk. II
Objective: The Price of Silence
Tag: Viscountess Pandora Darth Kharnaz Delsin Shaw Kaila Irons

Qyssiyana quietly scanned the canyon below, her three eyes narrowing as she sized up the ramshackle, yet robust slag fortresses that dotted the terrain. Her tail shifted when Pandora spoke up, suggesting that they sneak inside. The Elryssia nodded in agreement, at which point she shifted her gaze towards the white-haired technomancer when she explained that she could hack into their computer system. In that, Qyssiyana was neither surprised, nor offended. After all, she was already quite aware of the fact that she was not the only one among Virelia’s retinue or the Dark Court who possessed rare skills.

“No offense taken. I will follow you, Pandora.” Qyssiyana replied to technomancer. “While Kharnaz distracts, I will take advantage of his actions to disable the guards,” she added. For the moment, the Elryssia felt more comfortable with leaving the how a mystery.

Qyssiyana intended for her results, should she prove successful, to speak for themselves.

"Good." she hummed, approaching the edge of that rocky outcropping they'd gathered upon.

Ash and obsidian crunched beneath her muscular gait, but her voice was a soft contrast.

"I will follow you from the skies, keep you informed, rain hell if things go awry."

Qyssiyana turned back towards the source of the voice and each of her three eyes went wide. Before her was an armored, feminine figure with an electromagnetic aura that radiated equal parts power and grace. The Elryssia felt her cheeks go flush as she took in the woman’s powerful figure. However, just as quickly as she appeared, she departed, floating up towards the moonlight with the ease of a ballet dancer on repulsorlift skates.

Between her and Delsin Shaw, Qyssiyana was beginning to suspect that this was not merely a mission, but a test.

“Yes, my lady! Thank you!” Qyssiyana replied over comms swiftly and with the appropriate amount of fear, reverence, and gratitude. Then, turning towards Pandora, the Elryssia allowed the technomancer to lead the way into the mine below, readying her blaster pistol as she did.

 

[Darth Kharnaz]

Objective 1

"Very well. Lead the way Kharnaz."

So Delsin had decided to join him. Excellent. Kharnaz would never admit it, but he admired the man for his defiance of Darth Virella. He was not afraid to tell the truth. And that had earned Kharnaz's respect. And surely anyone who openly tested Darth Virella must be very powerful themselves. Kharnaz intended to learn as much as he could from them. They may prove to be an invaluable teacher, whether they know it or not.

"Use your heads, O'children of Virelia. Ambition without temperament will get you killed."

Kharnaz snarled. He knew it was true, but it was an insult nonetheless. But he did not voice his grievances.

Kharnaz led the way, keeping to the shadows. He approached the complex and noted the crude nature of its construction. It reminded him of Nar Shadaa, of home, if he even could call it that.

<<"Two guards approaching the gate, looks like a shift change. ETA; one minute.">>

He grunted in response. Sure enough he could make out the guards. No one was watching them. They probably imagined that noone could attack them quietly. They were wrong.

Kharnaz was not known for his subtlty. But even he could kill somewhat quietly when he needed to. He reached out with the force. He felt their tracheas, and he held them for a moment, before closing them with his fist. The guards dropped to the floor, gagging and gasping for air that never came. Kharnaz denied them their oxygen, as was his right. Within moments they lay still, never to breathe again.

Kharnaz turned to Delsin.

"We have an opening. Are you ready to Butcher these vermin?"

Qyssiyana Delsin Shaw Viscountess Pandora Kaila Irons

 

[Valaine Valentine]

OBJECTIVE 2
Tags - Darth Virelia , Kristyl Arenais

Valaine listened to the words of her Mistress as she nodded lightly in response to them. She believed she understood the intent behind them as her tired gaze drifted back towards the banners. It was time for her to display some of that youthful arrogance she was so known for back when she first encountered Virelia.

She casually pulled her training saber into her hand, holding it plainly and visibly to be seen, but did not ignite it. Then she tilted her head back just slightly to allow for those arriving to see her face and eyes beneath the hood more clearly. Those tired eyes had narrowed slightly, practically looking down upon whoever was in front of her due to the tilt; it was a look of pure arrogance and defiance, with perhaps just a hint of disgust as her lips maintained an annoyed frown.

The young Sangnir wanted her opposition to know that she was done with this negotiation ten minutes before it started, that she was on her last thread of patience and good will, that the smallest perceived slight could snap it. It was about as menacing as the otherwise frail girl could make herself look, but thankfully her thin build was hidden by the robes flowing in the breeze that she wore.

Her focus now was entirely on the arriving scavengers, no distractions, no hesitation of thought. She would do as her Mistress had asked of her, and she planned to do it well.

 

[Darth Nathrax]

Objective II
Tags: Valaine Valentine , Darth Virelia , Kristyl Arenais

Rage, a rage barely restrained by chems...

Nathrax wasn't like the average Sith, he was not hungry for power, he wished only for death. Not just his own death, but the deaths of all living things. The sheer idea of making peace with a group of scavengers made him sick, every step he took came with the sound of creaking leather. The origin point being the clenching of his right fist. These scavengers would listen to Virelia, and accept their place, or they would be fodder for Death's designs. He hoped that he could slaughter them soon. Though realistically, he'd probably only slaughter three-tenths of their current number. The other seventy percent would be needed for manual labor.

"Filthy vermin, clinging to their lives in the face of entropy... To protect one's life Death's holy embrace in such a manner, must kill them," Nathrax mumbled to himself. He was keen to ensure that Virelia couldn't hear him practically frothing at the mouth.

He could feel the rage building, the chems not doing enough to take the edge off. He shook his head, some of his bone jewelry rattling as his syringe-covered fingers gripped his mask. He needed to stop thinking, thinking about these vultures. Restraint, composure, a silence before the symphony of violence.

He snarled, speaking in an animalistic growl to the other Sith Lord and her Acolyte. "Virelia... I must slake my thirst for carnage. This subtlety and subterfuge is so far above these mongrels... They are prey, flesh to be culled for Death!!!"

He could hear her not Virelia, not Valaine, but Death herself speaking out through the force. It was the haunting, beautiful keening of a banshee setting fire to his very soul.

"Bring me their hearts! Rip their throats out!!"

She would scream into his ears, a wailing, painfully beautiful screeching that only he could hear. He wondered why the other two were not following the goddess's commands, could they not hear her voice? Were they deaf to her whims as so many others were.

He would growl again, looking to a small river of spent coolant coming from a nearby machine. "My goddess, I cannot... I must follow..."

Nathrax continued this display, looking off into the middle distance, seeing the whispy gray form in the leaking yellow-green coolant. As if he could reach out and touch her, gibbering to himself like a man possessed by some spirit. These spells were not uncommon for Nathrax, where he would slip into madness. Whether he was actually the conduit of some elder-thing, or just coming off of a stim high was anyone's guess. Though, it was almost certainly the latter...

 

[Vakhari Lutris]

Tag: Open
Nearby: Kaila Irons Darth Kharnaz Qyssiyana Delsin Shaw

Objective One: Break the Guilds

The droids broke rank, swarming into the mines as their soulless eyes doubled as Vakhari's own. Target after target was marked, the locational pings being also given to the team down the other side of the mines. Out of the group, Kaila was likely the only one to recognize who was providing this info.

Vakhari herself gently stepped down the mineshaft, finding a valuable stockpile of ore. While in the process of placing a modified tracking fob on the stash, she is disturbed by incoming attackers. A high energy grenade going off near her, the force of it being absorbed much like the onslaught of the mounted blaster MG she had been attacked by earlier.

As the echo from the blast raced through the corridors of the mines, those who did indeed pay attention to the updating pings would notice several red dots vanishing.

The doctor had used the energy of the blast to reflect back her own, the sheer power behind the relation leaving naught but red stains on the walls... And on the girl.

She felt something, disgust. Then, a burning feeling.

. . .

Ruby eyes gaze downward, dark gloved hands singed and missing a few digits. Her eyes begin to swell, ducts rolling with tears as they softly inched down her pale face. Inside she could only scream out in agony, with no cries escaping her trembling mouth despite how badly she tried.

Her scattered chunks begin to seemingly magnetize back onto her hand, the pain getting worse as her flesh and bones glued right back.

They wouldn't let her scream out, not this day. They all needed to pick up the pace, but for how long? She didn't want someone to see her this way, to see her as-

A monster.

That word sat freely within her mind, the girl letting out a worn sigh as she flicked a chunk of gore off her now crimson-stained coat.

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[Viscountess Pandora]

"Upon Broken Glass, I Shall Dance."

Tags - Vakhari Lutris Delsin Shaw Qyssiyana Darth Kharnaz Kaila Irons
Equipment- Red Lightwhip ,Cortosis Vibroblade

Pandora felt darker presences near her. She briefly turned her head to notice both Delsin Shaw and Kaila Irons . The Mistress's allies. Here to observe and watch no doubt. Delsin all but confrmed it with the comment he made. This was the time to prove herself before other members of the Dark Court. After giving a nod to Qyssiyana she then heard Kharnaz to speaking to Delsin

Kharnaz turned to Delsin.

"We have an opening. Are you ready to Butcher these vermin?"

Before she could even utter out something blaster fire erupted from the mines. Pandora turned see a white robed woman attacking the guards and defensive emplacments. Already she seemingly killed a few guards, and utilizing some type if cannon along with sorcery. Pandora's anger rose steadily as she watched the white robed woman enter the mine. The plan now had been radically altered wtih this new variable. Was she making a distraction? Yeah but Pandora and Qyssiyana were no where in position to take advantage of this distraction before they all get swarmed with security.

A perfect plan, made imperfect. And it infuriated Pandora. This is why brutes are nothing more than bloodthristy animals cosplaying as sentientt beings.
The white robed woman, Pandora didn't know she was apart of the Sith Order or Dark Court. Regardless, that imperfect piece needs to be dealt with.
Pandora moved forward to the entrance of several mines, hoping the others would follow her lead. She began to inspect the dead, looking for a comm earpiece or something. A dead guard luckily still had its upon his corpse, as Pandora took it, placing it into her ear. Her internal machinery and wires connected the stolen ear piece to begin listening in on enemy communications.

At least they will have a chance. Pandora looked to the mine entrance the white robed woman ran down. With two hands, she reached out with all of her annoyance and anger, her fingers curling. The ceiling began to crack and crumble, before causing a cave in blocking that entrance. Pandora opened her eyes as she took a deep breath. Then she pointed to another mine entrance.

"We will use this one to get to the fortress. You will have your blood fill, Kharanz, but you will do so without being a fool." Pandora explained. "You already saw what a fool look liked with that white robed woman. She will learn her mistake."

Pandora then began to jog down the other mine entrance. Her perfect plan, could still work. She can put the broken pieces back together.

 

[Qyssiyana]

Location: Malachor V
Notable Equipment and Personal Effects: Viper Mk. I Skinsuit │ Energy Projected Helmet │ Bio-Stabilizer Mask │ Nox M-10 “Wraith” │ FAE/M-02 Energized Forearm Vibroblade Mk. II
Objective: The Price of Silence
Tag: Viscountess Pandora Darth Kharnaz Delsin Shaw Kaila Irons Vakhari Lutris

Before she could even utter out something blaster fire erupted from the mines. Pandora turned see a white robed woman attacking the guards and defensive emplacments. Already she seemingly killed a few guards, and utilizing some type if cannon along with sorcery. Pandora's anger rose steadily as she watched the white robed woman enter the mine. The plan now had been radically altered wtih this new variable. Was she making a distraction? Yeah but Pandora and Qyssiyana were no where in position to take advantage of this distraction before they all get swarmed with security.

“Is...that another distraction?” Qyssiyana’s voice came as a hushed melody compared to the percussive roar of blaster fire and distant detonation. Her gaze widened as she glanced towards Pandora, tracing the flicker of something sharp—annoyance, perhaps—across her composed features.

Nevertheless, in Qyssiyana’s mind, two distractions was generally better than one. However, she could only hope that it didn’t set the guild on high alert, leading to them calling in reinforcements from outside. From the briefing, she remembered that the group who occupied this particular mine was the largest scavenger guild on the planet, swollen with influence and resources enough to summon mercenaries and loyal vassals like a queen calling her hounds.

It would not bode well for their small team for the mine to turn into a warzone.

“We have to disable their long-range comms.” Qyssiyana declared, moving swiftly behind Pandora as the pair approached the entrance to the mine. “I need one of their soldiers. A scavenger. Someone who knows the mine. Alive!” She added. “They should be able to tell us the location of the relay,” the Elryssia clarified.

As if on cue, a pair of armed scavengers rounded the corner in the section below, blasters held tight against their chests as they ran their patrol route.

Qyssiyana didn’t hesitate. Her Mnemosyne Core surged to life, unleashing a localized, directional burst of neuroelectric influence tuned to disrupt the hippocampus and the prefrontal cortex function of the scavengers. Immediately, their steps faltered, confusion blooming like poison flowers in their gazes. The scavengers’ short-term memory had suddenly dropped, warping time within their perception to such an extent that it felt as if ten seconds had been skipped entirely.

She turned toward Pandora, a sharp, elegant gesture slicing through the air.

Now.

 

[Kristyl Arenais]

Objective Two: The Price of Silence (Ambush)
Opposition: Darth Virelia | Valaine Valentine | Darth Nathrax
Allies: Kito

From the high ground of the decrepit Starship, she turned her head as movement caught her eye, swift and aggressive.

There were three figures resembling followers of the Dark Side of the Force, likely Sith or rogue Force Users who aligned with them. Yet it wasn't they who had sprang into action, but that of another. The unexpected appearance of a third party, Kito, who had already launched into the attack. The woman who went by the alias of Kira Enalis hadn't expected to find allies within the coming fight, yet Kito's decision to strike out at them came earlier than she had intended.

Kira would have waited for the opportunity, letting them draw themselves closer, where their movement would have been stifled by one another. That chance had gone, and now she was faced with the split-second decision of whether to jump into the fray or wait it out and keep her cover intact. The appearance of Darth Nathrax had tilted the odds against her favour, whereas she had been confident in her ability to fight the Master while keeping the Apprentice at bay.

Now it seemed the two Sith Lords would be her targets...-She couldn't allow this opportunity to escape her.

Reaching out to either side, her palms turned skyward as she summoned the Force to her command, lifting the husk of a starfighter cockpit up out of the hill of rubble. The Cockpit frame shook off the excess dirty and debris as it caused a commotion of clashing metal while being hauled up into the air, the woman turning her palms directly out infront of her, thrusting her arms forward and sending the cockpit frame hurling through the air down the massive pile of broken starships and battered vehicles, hitting the surface and careening into a violent roll as it began to pick up momentum, descending down the junkyard slope towards the Sith Lords.

With a flash of purple light and plasma, she ignited her lightsaber before leaping forward from her perch and starting her approach. From vessel to broken vessel, she cleared a great distance with each jump as she sought to get to the two Sith Masters before they could come to the aid of the Apprentice being targeted by Kito .

With a final force-assisted leap, she propelled herself high up into the air, the hilt of her weapon meeting her other hand as she raised the blade high up above her head, her trajectory aimed to land right between the two stronger Force Users, with the intent of striking down upon Darth Nathrax with a strong-armed vertical slash. Darth Virelia would be in arm's reach from where she would land, Kira consciously reaching out to the Force in order to anticipate the likely follow-up counterattack.

 

[Kyber]

Objective: Break The Guilds
Equipment: 3 lightsabers and inbuilt cloaking device
Location: Scrap Processing Room

Infiltrating groups of scavengers with the sole purpose of slowly butchering their leaders one by one was a game that Kyber was all to familiar with yet he never got bored of it. Kyber understood how these vermin thought as he was also like them a vermin.

This time he decided to play the act of scrap. A group of scavengers epmployed by his targets would find an intact broken down HK droid. Such a prize was too enticing for the scavengers not to take. It wasn't long until he had been dumped in one of the processing rooms awaiting for one of the technicians of the guild to assign some value.

It seemed the moment a technician was about to study him did Kyber get the alert the mission was now hot. Using the force he positioned one of his sabers behind the technician poised to strike. Kyber's photoreceptors went from being dead to bright red and before the technician could react to the change his saber ignited piercing the mans chest going straight through the heart but he had ensured the saber did not pierce the other side.

Kyber would get up and using the force keep the technician upright puppeting his body while Kyber himself would turn invisible. Hopefully the corpse was enough to sneak past any cameras and checkpoints. "This One has entered the facility. Requesting location of where Those Ones assigned as Targets would be located"​