Breaking the bank (Mandalorian Dominion of Muunilinst)

[Arumi Zy]

OOC: This will be Arumi's sudden reapperance after being trapped in the Netherworld for 6 years.

Lost... Lost is the found, found is the lost, how long gone is eternity. He had lost himself and found himself in his isolation and knew not where he was, only that he had jumped the first freighter from Voss to anywhere. The galaxy was in disarray, he could not remember what he was or who he was. His sorrow was deep, his despair was deeper then an river of blackness. His memory echoed back in small strings as he tried to remember, Arumi... Death... Destruction.. Brother... Vod... That last word he couldn't grasp it, he couldn't understand it he knew it but he didn't know it.

Fire threatened to consume the area around him, destruction and death. All feared him, his eyes glowed like hellfire and his legs were enveloped in burning tendrils. His arm of flesh ached as it touched the rubble around him and his mechanical left arm clicked and whirred as it flung rubble away from the pile. He could see it, he could sense it, something beneath the rubble and destruction beckoned him, called him. A hand, small and soft moved as the being of entropy and sorrow flung the rubble revealing a little girl who was crying. Cloaked around her was the shattered form of a mother, dead and broken, lost like he was.

 

[Darth Ayra]

The lodge was found on the shoreline of the island, off the main cost of Harnaidan. A wooden rampart led out from the beach, where boats could arrive and passengers could climb off to make their way onto the island. The sand was light yellow and soft, the water unpolluted and clear, with a winding pebble path leading up to the lodges entrance. Alicia Drey climbed off her boat, turning in the gusts of air to observe Harnaidan in the horizon. You could see the plumes of smoke from here.

"I have to return now, I might be needed for evacuations," spoke the elderly Muun, who was already in the process of closing the boats doors and retracting the ramp away from the ramparts. Alicia said nothing to him, turning away from the boat and making her way up the pebble path to the lodges door. Knocking, she turned to watch the echoes of battle that was being played above Harnaidan, knowing that it was the same inside the city as well.

The sound of footsteps behind the door made Alicia turn her attention back too it. She did not need the Force to sense that it was the Muun's who had gathered inside. "It is me, Alicia Drey. I am here upon the invitation of Serj Sularis." She heard them converse, but couldn't make out what they said. She wasn't able to speak or understand Muun either, so it wouldn't have mattered if she could.

The door opened. Serj towered over the smaller Human, his gaunt, flattened features that of concern. He seemed stressed. "Thank you for coming Alicia. I did not think that you would."
"After your assistance in the past six years since we met, I thought I owed you the favour. Can I come in?"
"Of course."

The Muun stepped aside, allowing Alicia to enter the lodge.

 

[Julius Sedaire]

Location: Surface of Muunilist
Allies: [member="Ordo"] | [member="Anija Ordo"] | [member="Ishmael Verd"] | [member="Nolan Detta"] | [member="Kadala Skirata"] | [member="Davin Skirata"]
Unknown: [member="Aethan Tannan"] | [member="Kal Izka"]
Enemies: [member="Alicia Drey"] (Assumed enemy, Unconfirmed)

Whuffling, the wookie began shifting rubble and holding his breath, activating the oxygen systems of his helmet to keep the suspicious black smoke from entering his lungs. It likely wasn't wise or healthy to breathe in such contaminants when the city was burning. What would take two or three other mandalorians was easily taken care of by him with only moderate strain and effort, and so he quickly unearthed several people, either dead or barely alive, and flagged down a medical team just landing and indicated to them the Muun's needing their attention and skill as he shambled, bowcaster at the ready one handedly and his lightsaber grasped firmly in a one handed grip, the blade deactivated but ready to hum to life in an instant.

Shuffling down the street, he encountered no further pirates or resistance, but did send up several flags and hails to indicate burning buildings, and managed to carry one rather obese lady three of his vode in armor were struggling with to a triage center. Taking a breather for a moment, Shywooshk clipped his helmet to his belt via the mag clamp and gratefully sucked down most of a canteen of water a friendly medic offered him, pouring the rest on his face with a happy snort and snuffle, shaking his head and flinging water about almost like a dog, causing a squeal of delight from a nearby little girl, which ended quickly when the eight foot tall warrior grinned at her with vicious teeth and waved a clawed paw.

With a look of regret, he signaled his squad and slipped back on his gauntlets, clapping his helmet back over his features and starting off on another patrol, this time with a medic in tow to help with any civilians found.

 

[Ordo]

The grey and black ships zoomed through space as the pirate ships belched forth a horde of mish-mashed ships like a wasp nest that had just been kicked by a foolhardy child. The ship's wings had been put into downward configuration and they were now entering range of there first ships.

"Mandalorian fleet." The big man said, "permission to engage?"

"Granted Field Marshall"

The burst of laser fire immediately blossomed at the ends of the Mandalorian ship's cannons and streaked away toward the pirates ships. It was going to be a long fight.

 

[Aethan Tannan]

The Island of Aborah

​

...they proceeded into the dilapidated mansion. Aethan's eyes were almost instantly drawn to the architecture of the building as he moved inside. While much of the artwork and conversation pieces used to dress the walls had fallen into disarray long ago several pieces seemed to have weather time fairly well. Attention went back to the man acting as his guide through the mansion just then, Aethan didn't trust him however at the moment he served a purpose...

..."How much farther?'...he'd have asked after the two of them had moved down several corridors and halls that unerringly lead them further towards the back of the mansion. The further he went the greater the disrepair appeared...

..."Not much further Mr. Tannan."...

..."You don't see many visitors do you?"...he asked, his voice betraying a bit of tension as he moved through a patch of darkness in a corridor...

..."Not since the old days. The Damask Clan barely maintains the holdings here on Aborah. Many of us thought it wise to forget about this place since him."...

...the indication of a man prompted a nod from Aethan before he replied..."Yes though that's exactly why I've come and at such a time."...

....only silence existed between the two men for a short amount of time thereafter. Proceeding down a corridor Aethan and his guide eventually moved out into an open courtyard that the mansion exited into. Once he'd stepped into the light Aethan saw it ahead of him. A pathway leading down into the earth, partially concealed by vegetation, carved out of stone. Aethan looked at the man he was with...

..."That's far enough. I can handle the rest from here."...he'd smiled appreciatively before his hand sunk into the confines of his clothes and he withdrew a small encrypted data stick..."As promised your payment."...

..."Enjoy your time in the laboratories."...was the only reply that Aethan received...

...that was it then. Both of them went their separate ways though Aethan wondered if the man might be waiting for him when he returned presenting a more hostile front. No matter for the moment though. Looking ahead Aethan would cross the courtyard towards the pathway leading down into the earth. As he came closer he'd sense the taint of the dark side on this area like a boil. Using his hand he'd brush away the vegetation and then he descended down into the darkness out of sight...​

 

[Not Ordo]

Location: M22-T Krayt gunship
Interested Parties: [member="Alicia Drey"] [member="Azrael"] [member="Strider Garon"]

The trio of old gunships flew high in the clouds as the Deathwatch pilots and their Ysalamir pets began their plans. The banking clan had been excellent partners at one time and they had played their part but in the chaos and mayhem of the recent problems Kyr had seen other opportunities. The ships bearing Hutt cartel markings had been early acquisitions for the Kyr'istad and finally they would earn their keep.

"This is Jai'galaar one, do we have confirmation of banking clan members location?"

"Yes sir the gait detectors and bio scanners confirm known banking clan leaders gathered at their Island retreat."

"Good work Eydric." he said arming his weapons, "Jai'galaar group we have a go."

The trio of gunships began making their way toward the island and the lodge with their collective payload of fifty four concussion missiles. It was time they broke the bank and ran Mandalorian space with a firm grip.

 

[Anija Betna]

Location: Space around Muunilinst
Allies: [member="Ordo"] | [member="Shywooshk"] | [member="Ishmael Verd"] | [member="Nolan Detta"] | [member="Kadala Skirata"] | [member="Davin Skirata"]
Unknown: [member="Aethan Tannan"] | [member="Kal Izka"]
Enemies: [member="Alicia Drey"] (Assumed enemy, Unconfirmed)

The small tactical repeater that had deployed from the arm of Anija's command chair suddenly blossomed with a flood of red dots. Which was followed shortly after by chatter across the comm net. At least her comm repeaters were helping. She just hoped the same could be said for the Mandal Hypernautics and Hyperion Security forces on the ground. As far as she was concerned, the most important priorities right now was to help restore order and power to the city, and assist the injured.

As these thoughts flitted through her mind, she punched a few controls on her console to scramble her own Protector squadrons. She had two full squadrons on board, and raiding on the surface was the very last thing they needed right one. The first squadron, she deployed around her own vessels to act as a fighter screen, and the other she directed to engage the remaining pirate vessels. Two squadrons comprised of a combination of Cabur class fighter craft and Beskad class Starfighters boiled out of the her cruiser's hangar bays and lit their engines before streaking off to engage the pirates.

Quickly, Anija typed in a message which she encrypted and sent to the other Mandalorian vessels. <Attn Mandalorian Commanders: I have deployed some of my own fighters to assist in dealing with the pirates. I have also deployed engineering, medical and security forces to the surface to assist. Please advise if you require further assistance.>


On the Surface
In the city, fires still raged, and screams of many could be heard. Mandal Hypernautics engineers slowly made their way to first one power station and then another. As they progressed through the city, power slowly returned to the sectors as they moved to the next. The transit was by no means swift. The mass rioting certainly didn't help. Slow progress was still progress. The medical personnel began to slowly pan out across the city. One group began to set up a mobile treatment center. It wasn't much, but they would be able to treat non-life-threatening injuries. Anything more serious was transferred to the medical frigates in orbit.

 

[Aethan Tannan]

The Island of Aborah
Laboratories of Darth Plagueis

​

...descending into the darkness was nothing new to Aethan Tannan. While he wasn't a Sith by any means he had a connection with the dark side that was born of his willingness to experiment with the dark side of the force. The Dark Side was strong down in the depths where Aethan was headed too. Every step he took into the darkness reinforced this fact. It gnawed on the back of his mind like a tick that had dug itself into the skin of its host and was unwilling to relent. All Aethan could do was deal with it...

...the Aethan expected these feelings here though. Anyone who was schooled in the history of the Island of Aborah would have been the same as the might have some insight if they looked into the Demask Clan. The Island of Aborah was once home to the being known as Darth Plagueis and it was a documented fact that he kept a vast laboratory complex behind the mansion he maintained on the island. Time might have destroyed some of the complex however what lies beneath still remained and that was what Aethan was here to look into. Leave no stone unturned after all...

...as he went Aethan would take the lightsaber from his belt, ignite it and bask the darkness in a faint hum and the emerald glow that accompanied it. Walking down the stairs went on for some time however Aethan finally reached the bottom and began to move into a larger room that smelled of the dark side as much as the time since its last use. Musty and old down here in the dark, wet too...

....the lightsaber functioned as a light source for Aethan. He heard what he assumed were insects or rodents scurrying away as he flashed it from side to side and revealed more of the ancient room to himself. A lot of dust here but also a lot of history as well. Moving ahead he proceeded deeper into the depths of the long forgotten laboratories. Passing several room as he went Aethan had spied little of interest though he did notice an abundance of supplies which may have been used in ancient sith alchemy at one time. It was his hope that if some of these mundane tools had survived something else might have as well but he would have to go deeper to learn whether it had or not...​

 

[Darth Ayra]

The lodge was a comfortable looking arrangement of furniture, fireplace, book shelves and windows. It was a wooden building, giving it an old authentic feel that Alicia believed the Muun's to enjoy. Whereas cities such as Harnaidan were places of technology, business and modernism, she noticed that they also tended to enjoy the finer things in life. This lodge represented, in a way, the Muun's desire to protect Muunilinst from the ecumenopolis seen on Coruscant. The island was beautiful and thus not ruined by some of the modern worlds of today.

They had protected Muunilinst for centuries. But in the space of a dozen decades, within the same era that had plunged the galaxy into darkness, the Muun's had failed in their mission to protect their home from being affected by the wars, plagues and chaos that the galaxy had to offer. For all their wealth, power and efforts, it had come down to the legacy of the InterGalactic Banking Clan being threatened, it's legacy hanging on by tinderhooks as a chosen few convened on an island to build a plan to assure that legacy continued.

"What is a Human doing here?" spoke a voice. Alicia Drey turned her gaze to the Muun sitting in one of the few arm chairs. The emerald robes that he wore over his tall frame and sunken features told her three things: that he was incredibly respected by the other Muuns in the room; that he was old even for a Muun, who were famed for living for hundreds of years; and that he was the chairman of the InterGalactic Banking Clan, Dex Irex.

She had seen Dex from the holomails that she had received from the clan over the years and conversations she had shared with Serj. He was extremely wealthy, from a powerful family of Muun's known as the Irex. They had been in charge of the clan, dating back to when the Gulag virus had run rampant across the galaxy. Famous for maintaining the structure of the clan in those trying times, Dex had stepped into the position of chairman when Muunilinst and other worlds were gearing back up, after four centuries of famine and death.

"This is Alicia Drey, Chairman." Serj gestured to Alicia, before turning back to Dex. "She was invited here as an associate of the clan."
"Outrageous," said a Muun that Alicia did not know. "This is not a time for a Human to be involved in our affairs! Can't you see what her kind are doing to Harnaidan?!" There was a murmur of agreement in the room. Alicia felt the tension in the lodge grew that little bit more. "It is because of her kind that we are here, hiding for our lives."
"That will be enough, thank you Dolph." Dex averted his gaze from his fellow Muun to the woman. "Well, Alicia? How do you think you will be able to help us?"

Alicia began to walk forward, in small steps, as she made her response. "In these new, trying times, I have already rendered assistance to the clan, by reliving it of a droid manufacturing corporation on Balmorra, who's founder and COO had mysteriously disappeared alongside half the other galaxies citizens." She came to a stop, her gaze still on the chairman of the IGBC. "Now I own Hudrel Robotics, having repaid the investment that the clan put into the corporation, as well as a significant fee for it's shares."

Her arms gestured around her. "The galaxy is full of corporations that were in the same position as Hudrel, with the clan having it's fingers in almost every pie. In the seven years that I have worked alongside Serj Sularis and the clan, my own corporation, Chandrila DataTech, has made a significant revenue of money. I have already proven my usefulness to the IGBC."

Alicia felt every eye on her now. She had their complete attention. Sensed their distrust, as well as their dislike that a Human was in their presence. Despite how long they had worked together, Serj had always given off the vibe that he did not like her. Every Muun she had met looked down upon her and others of her kind, whether Human or near-Human, with the same glare that they gave her now. They despised her and she in turn despised them and everything that they stood for.

Dex watched as the hazel brown eyes that were locked onto his own changed colour. Yellow began to creep into the iris of Alicia Drey. Her hair begun to rise. The ivory white skin became sunken, gaunt and cracked in places. It made him nervous and that same anxiety cut through the tension in the room like a knife, replacing it.

Alicia continued to speak. "On this historic day, in a day of days, the IGBC and Muunilinst face all of the work that it has done in the decades since the Four Hundred Year Darkness came to pass, undone in the recent events that have claimed it and the rest of the galaxy. If we are to ensure that this galaxy does collapse in these dire times, then it's bank must have a direction that can follow these events."

Snap-hiss.

The crimson beam slid out to the side of the Sith Lord, as Darth Ayra leaned her head to the left. There was a gasp. The anxiety in the lodge threatened to burst. It made the Muun's still, fearful. "That direction can only be led by the one who shall make this world, your people and this galaxy her own. Only I can ensure that all that you have done is not wasted; and in your sacrifice, I ensure that your legacy shall not disappear into the darkness."

The lightsaber left her hand and cleaved Dex Irex in two. His sunken head rolled across his body, down onto the floor and came to a stop near his feet. The cylinder hilt that was her weapon returned to her left hand, having claimed the life of the chairman of the IGBC. Turning to face the rest of the room, Darth Ayra began her purge...

 

[Aethan Tannan]

The Island of Aborah
Laboratories of Darth Plagueis

​

...the deeper that Aethan journeyed into the laboratories the greater the stench of the darkside grew. It become overpowering like the stench of decay might overpower a tomb and as Aethan trekked further he scrunched his nose a bit and felt a pit beginning to form in his stomach despite the connection he had to that side of the force as well. Corrdiors transformed into rooms and rooms back into corridors and halls that stretched onwards across the island making it seem as though the Laboratories of Darth Plagueis stretched on beneath all of Aborah. A trick of the mind mayhaps...

...as Aethan went onwards he would pause noticing a subtle heat beginning to emanate from the walls and radiate throughout the corridors. Likely a lave tube stretching out from the smoker that was once a volcanic island. Lava shafts could have made up many of these corridors at one time but now they only seemed to exist in the background. Beginning to move ahead once again Aethan felt an odd sensation as though something were beckoning to him and then...

..."Welcome."...

...a voice echoed all around him not just in the physical but the mental as well. He heard the voice resounding throughout his mind. Lifting his lightsaber he'd point it ahead allowing the emerald glow to bask the hall where he stood. Nothing. Aethan knew he wasn't alone now but he'd come to far to turn away and so he moved ahead without any hesitance until the hall started to open into an old room. A Laboratory within this complex of laboratories and somewhere in here was what beckoned to Aethan...

...proceeding inside he heard a noise above him. Looking upwards he saw the room begin to buckle. Stone fell towards him intent on crushing his body beneath its weight. Surging with an abnormal amount of speed Aethan transformed into a momentary blur as he rushed ahead, a dervish, evading the rock that came crashing down behind him and skidding to a halt on one knee where he regained his footing. "Always a pleasure."...he mumbled and as though he'd been heard a dark, sickening, laughter echoed across the back of his mind again apparently pleased with the quip he'd made after his near miss...​

 

[Julius Sedaire]

Location: Surface of Muunilist
Allies: [member="Ordo"] | [member="Anija Ordo"] | [member="Ishmael Verd"] | [member="Nolan Detta"] | [member="Kadala Skirata"] | [member="Davin Skirata"]
Unknown: [member="Aethan Tannan"] | [member="Kal Izka"]
Enemies: [member="Alicia Drey"] (Assumed enemy, Unconfirmed)
Objective:

The pirates had came unexpectedly, and the wookie was almost glad for it. Someone would see now just how terrifying it was for a wookie to be enraged. He spun amongst them in an almost terrifying display of lightsaber prowess to an oustider. Against someone better trained, he would be a novice still. But a wookie leaping and spinning almost dance-like in the forms of Ataru was still a frightening sight to behold, especially in his armor. Admittedly, he wore light armor for a mandalorian, but still...

A flip backwards saw his feet crash into the shoulder of one pirate as he pulled his legs in suddenly and lashed out again, propelling off the back of the monster with natural athleticism and turning as he did to slice another from gut to groin, landing with a snarl under his helmet that came out metallic and tinny thanks to his speakers. Rolling his wrist, he spun the saber in his hand and lunged, the final pirate skewered in the face, falling screaming before Shywooshk shot him in the chest a few times with his bowcaster.

This was why he didn't fit into the Order. There was little serenity in how he fought, a flaw perhaps. But to him combat was a raw and primal test, and not something to be taken as an exercise in how one should hold one's left pinky toe to achieve enlightment.

 

[Aethan Tannan]

The Island of Aborah
Laboratories of Darth Plagueis

​

...down on a knee, his lightsaber held out in front of him horizontally, Aethan looked ahead through narrowed eyes as the voice in the back of his mind back to fade into nothing then he started to regain his footing and climb back to his feet. Eyes surveyed the room he'd come into quickly, most of what he saw was mundane and of no interest however he felt an unknown force beckon him ahead towards a table which had been cluttered with debris. It was the curiosity that always got to him and Aethan moved ahead without much of a second thought leading the way with his lightsaber and the emerald glow it continued to bask the room in...

...when Aethan came upon the table he'd have drawn his lightsaber backwards before using his free hand to rummage through the clutter. Pushing aside some debris that had fallen from the ceiling, covering whatever lay beneath, Aethan would have finally seen it. A Book. Old and bound in alchemized leather that had withstood the test of time and looked as fresh now as it was the day that it had been created. It resonated with the dark side. It called to Aethan as he made eyes at it and in response Aethan would reach for it...

..."Yessss."...came a whispering voice that hummed subtly in the back of his voice..."Take it."...it urged him...

...the reoccurance of the voice caused Aethan to withdraw his hand and begin to look around before asking..."Who are you?"...his lightsaber was still held defensively however he came to doubt it would prove very useful against a spirit or whatever malevolent creature tasked him now...

..."Someone who wants to help you."...the voice urged..."Take the book."...it said a tad more forcefully..."You have the potential but only time will tell if you have the stomach."...

...hesitating a moment longer Aethan eventually felt his hand drawn closer. He took the book, sliding it underneath his arm in the process. Delighted laughter followed in the back of his mind and he backed away from the table where he had found the relic. As he moved backwards he heard the roof above him start to give way again. Fleetness surged throughout his limbs and he ran from the room just as the roof came collapsing down behind him entirely and sent a cascade of dust out into the hall. Aethan had made it out with the book but a confused expression touched his features. There'd be time enough to figure all out once he'd left here...​

 

[Anastasia Rade]

Ana had been in the company of pirates before when she was a slave. Actually one of her masters had been the captain of a pirate crew but that was a long time ago. This she consider revenge for all that they had done to her. There was nothing better that she did than revenge.

Her past she considered a perk in this case as knew how they acted. Most were random in their fighting skills and untrained. They relied on brute strength rather than brains. Ana sincerely wondered if some of them had any skill whatsoever.

Instead of just running after the sword and blaster wielding pirates she hide herself up in a tree waiting for the right opportunity to stick. Ana could be calculating when she wanted to be.

Even up in a branch Ana was able to use the Force to help her Vode by tripping up the Pirates and taking the weapons out of their hands with them being oblivious to how it was happening.

 

[Julius Sedaire]

Location: Surface of Muunilist
Allies: [member="Ordo"] | [member="Anija Ordo"] | [member="Ishmael Verd"] | [member="Nolan Detta"] | [member="Kadala Skirata"] | [member="Davin Skirata"]
Unknown: [member="Aethan Tannan"] | [member="Kal Izka"]
Enemies: [member="Alicia Drey"]

Standing, Shywooshk wiped blood from his mouth and actually spat out a tooth. The pirate, who somehow had a lightsaber, so the wookie assumed he was a fallen Jedi, had managed to catch him in a jumping leap and answer by hurtling a slab of plascrete at him. The wookie was dazed, dizzy, and seeing spots. Instead of defending, he stumbled, trying to clear his vision and his head as the other charged him with a screaming yell and swung right for his face with his own yellow bladed lightsaber. There was a second of hesitation, and the wookie barely managed to bring his own emerald blade up to block and keep his face intact.

Leaping back in a flip, he landed inelegantly several meters away and on the high ground, panting. There was blood oozing, or smoke wafting, from a dozen little wounds, some bad burns from the saber just kissing his flesh, others from the knives of the lead pirates cohorts before he had dispatched them. Wherever they came from, Shywooshk was panting, in pain, and loosing blood. But he would persevere. This one was a small enemy in the grand scheme of things, but left unchecked he would seriously jeopardize this worlds future, it's safety. And to boot, he had really damaged Shywwoshk's fur. And he hated when someone did that.

Stumbling forward, the wookie roared, and threw his lightsaber, the pirate having to spin out of the way as the sudden charge of the warrior meant he would take a lightsaber from a wookie to the groin, or a charging wookie. Unwisely, he chose the latter, and the wookie grabbed him by his legs and began to spin him about in a circle much like a father or uncle would a young child. But each spin slammed the pirate into one of his cohorts, knocking them sprawling, and finally with a sickening crunch sound, Shywooshky dropped the pirate and picked up his lightsaber, checking and putting down any living pirates in this group out of sheer rageful spite.

 

[Nolan Detta]

Location: Surface.

Feeding on the blood of the men he was killing, the tether to the Force and his anger was strengthening for a fleeting moment in time when all else seemed broken. His fists were punching holes in chests, walls and helmets, he was coated in blood and the soldiers began to run in fear of him.

But Nolan wouldn't let them run. He chased and slaughtered them from behind. The glorious blood showered the streets and he separated limbs from their homes and even a head or two.

"Let's see you try and run from the might of the Mandalorian Empire!!!!!

 

[Aethan Tannan]

The Island of Aborah
Laboratories of Darth Plagueis

​

...the lightsaber deactivated. Aethan placed it back onto his belt. Looking ahead, down the corridor he'd moved down before discovering the room where he'd found the book, he would climb back onto his feet and begin to retrace his steps. Without the dim light of his lightsaber his surroundings were mostly dark however Aethan adjusted his eyes and looked into the ultraviolet spectrum so that he could assist himself in finding his way back out from the depths of this dark and corrupt place. Aethan only looked back over his shoulder once when he thought he might have heard a whisper coming from behind him but there was nothing there for him to see....

...the heat from the hidden lava tubes, buried behind layers of rock, decreased the further he went back towards the entrance leading into this section of the laboratories. On the way Aethan crossed several junctions, passed several rooms, that were unexplored however he dared not venture down them. He had his prize and he knew better then to let material greed over come him. Looking ahead as he went he remained quiet though his attention had started to turn elsewhere as well...

...in the darkness Aethan couldn't read the book he stowed under one arm however drawing it out he'd open it slowly, listening to the spine crack with the motion, allowing him to look down at the pages. Despite being cloaked in darkness he thought he made out a rough graph and what appeared to be notes. Darth Plagueis was a known Alchemist however this was certainly no holocron however it might have been the next best thing. Research notes. A Guide to some of the Alchemical expertise of the Sith Lord. A valuable treasure to say the least. Up ahead Aethan saw the light from the entrance leading out of the laboratories and his eyes would shift back to the normal spectrum of light. As he ascended he'd hear a voice...

..."Now what do we have here?"...

...he recognized the voice as belonging to the member of Clan Demask that had showed him to this place. Emerging from the stairs leading downwards Aethan would see the man along with several Pirates prompting him to state..."I thought we had a deal?"...which only lead to a bit of chuckling all around him as the Demask representative countered...

..."I don't make deals with dead men and a diary belonging to Darth Plagueis is to valuable to just let go."...

...he'd made his choice. Aethan hesitated briefly but then he laid his hand over the hilt of his lightsaber and waited. Eyes stared between the men surrounding him and then in a fluent motion Aethan would remove his lightsaber from his belt and switch it on with a -vwooooosh- that saw the emerald blade come to life again. As he moved ahead, his enemies raising blasters, that same swiftness that had filled his limbs down in the laboratory flowed through him again and he became a blur...​

 

[Preliat Mantis]

Location: Surface.


Been a while since Preliat was here. Preliat was running, running across rooftops. Blaster rifle in hand. He was running for an enemy command post, running where they weren't expecting him to- towards them. He ran with incredible efficiency, knocking shingles and old wood out of his way like they were made of dust. He saw the CP, after a few more seconds of running. And he jumped. Down.


And he aimed his rifle down. Right on top of the commander's head. And when he fired, none of them were expecting an attack, so savage- so brutal. And so effective. Preliat rolled forward, dispatching two more before they could even raise their weapons. One officer managed to reach for his sidearm. Preliat rolled forward, kicking out the man's shins. He fell forward, and Preliat wrapped his forearms around his neck, squeezing down and shattering his windpipe, before he ripped the sidearm from his hands, rolled over with the man on top, and fired two more shots, killing the last two guards.


Preliat stood up, throwing the man's blaster pistol to the side, cracking his neck.

"Enemy CP down."

 

[Anastasia Rade]

Even though she was able to use the Force it was a little off. Well, ok maybe more than a little off. It was giving her a headache up if using it helped her Vode than Ana would continue on using it. Worse than the Force itself were the visions that she was having due to everything going on. Half the time she couldn't make heads or tails of something but she kept moving forward.

The visions in question would sometime show visions of the future as well as of the past. Ana believe that it was her past but she didn't know nor did it much matter. The young woman really just wanted it to stop.

Jumping out of the tree she landed on her feet in front of a rather dazed and confused pirate. Taking his pause to her advantage she had gotten out her knife to stab him. Stabbing people was good stress relief.

 

[Preliat Mantis]

They fell before Preliat like dominoes after one another. He was running, just running and killing. Stabbing, shooting, breaking. He was a horror. He was a monster. He left no one alive. They said to leave some alive to tell a tale, but he left no one alive. No one to tell the story. To describe the horror of what he inflicted on the enemy. They were an outlet for his anger. To Preliat, everyone who wasn't with him, trying to find his wife, and all his friends whom he had lost, was an enemy. Preliat stopped, circled by the dead men. They were pockets of resistance, from the old conflict that got them the planet in the first place. Preliat looked upwards at the sky, holding out his blood-stained hands. Dead enemy soldiers lay at his feet.


"IS THIS WHAT I AM TO SUFFER? DO YOU WISH FOR ME TO SUFFER MORE?"


He said, to the universe. He was angry. He was hurt. He needed Aditya. He needed to hold his daughter again. To be reminded of his civility. To be reminded of what he was fighting for. Preliat's eyes began to well with tears, angry, hate filled tears.

 

[Ordo]

The man's fighter tore through the pirate horde with typical Mandalorian determination before he disengaged. The battle was in their hands and the great warships longrange turbolasers were beginning to pound the pirate fleet into dust.

Ordo turned on his comm system and pinged [member="Meeristali Peradun"] a young Jedi he had once trained on Ossus.

"Peradun, this is Ordo what's your location? Over."