Candle in the Dark: GA Invasion of Lujo (Objective 3: Temple)

[Ashin Varanin]

Of the events that had led to this attack, the less said, the better. Wary of broadcasting her aura or wearing herself out from sheer rage, Ashin saved the memory of her wife’s torture for the moment of impact, and that moment was yet to come.

She knew, by way of Underground back channels, that the Alliance was hitting Lujo. And while she found no fault with their slash-and-burn style of incursion, when you needed a job done right you did it yourself. Hence -- not coordinating with the Alliance -- a Ke’dem strike team had landed on Lujo in an old Fringe Sekairo stealth transport. Now she and several of her paramilitary Sith-killers were on approach, doubled up on speeder bikes. Ten bikes, seventeen Ke’dem personnel, Ashin, and -- on her own bike, or on foot as she saw fit -- [member="Sochi Ru"]. Of those seventeen, five were Dark Jedi of one degree or another. Of those seventeen, seventeen had lost family to the One Sith over the last decade. Wookiees. Mon Calamarai. Togorians. Selkath.

The Alliance would be striking this location, Ashin surmised, but they had other priorities. Ke’dem’s goal was to smash and grab, raze the place, and be gone before the Alliance started making noise about independent Darksiders getting in their way.

The speeder bikes exited a craggy region and accelerated for the temple’s north side. The north side had no door, but this temple had been built as a sign of friendship with the Fringe, and Ashin knew that the great library was on that side. Two missile turrets sat by the north face, but they were anti-air weapons and the bikes flew very low. The only real threat was the spider droids, and spider droids didn’t have a prayer of stopping the Ke’dem strike force before it punched through the library’s north wall.
Now, and only now, did Ashin let herself remember. A wave of cold roiled through the Force, making a beacon of her presence. Spider-droid fire met a bow-wave of a Force shield, conjured in concert with the Ke’dem Dark Jedi that she’d trained. The bulk of the shield’s strength was hers, but every little bit helped. It was the shield that would strike the library wall and begin the breach.

Time to live on a little more borrowed time.

OOC/

Please tag your locations with each post.

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In terms of security and defense, the Lujo Temple has standard deflector shieldshttp://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Deflector_shields, a two turrets in the front and two the rear, some spider droids peppered about and Sith apprentices and soldiers as security guards. The vaults themselves are guarded by Tuk'ata, who roam the underground tunnels, searching for rogue lightsiders.

War Room: The War Room is the communications and strategy center for executive Sith Commanders of Lujo. The chamber features holo projectors and various communications arrays that are manned by Sith military.

Laboratory: The Lujo Temple Laboratory is a place where the dark arts of Sith alchemy flourish. The laboratory contains a cabinet full of elixirs, poisons, and crystals, as well as a alembics, volumetric flasks, a purification chamber, daggers for bleeding rituals, a philosopher’s stone, and various other scientific apparati.

Library: The temple library is a vast chamber of knowledge, where Sith of all levels come to study Sith history and culture and meditate on the words of the ancients. The Lujo Temple Library also contains repositories and access points for maps, artwork, and other various storage media.

Vaults: The temple vaults are subterranean rooms that contain valuable dark sided artifacts and tomes on Sith history and culture. Also housed deep underneath the temple are dungeons containing cells, restraints, and instruments of torture. Lastly, there are catacombs which contain the mummified remains of honored Sith Knights and Lords of Lujo, untouched by time and tomb raiders. Because of the presence of dark sided relics, light siders may feel a perceptible malaise as they enter the vaults.

Training Grounds: In the temple’s central courtyard are practice grounds for lightsaber and Force training. A rack of practice sabers sits next to a row of inactive unarmed practice droids.

[member="Sage Bane"]

 

[Sage Bane]

Location: War Room
Allies: NA
Enemies: [member="Ashin Varanin"]
Sage's Gear: Dark Armor, Lightsaber, Sessile Trio-staff, The Blade of the Satvas

If it could be said that a master of the Force, who was a Voice of the Dark Lord of the Sith, could have an ordinary day, then Sage Bane was having one. The Sith Lord had no knowledge of a planet-wide attack, nor did he even know much about those who might seek revenge on a high-ranking Fringe member who was tortured by the One Sith some time ago. Sage was simply visiting a planet in the Core of Sector Two. Lujo was a majestic planet, resplendent with expansive oceans, some of the lushest, densest forests one could find, or lose himself in, and mountains that kissed the sky. It was also home to possibly one of the most inspired or profane sites in the galaxy, depending on which side one stood, the Lujo Temple, a magnificent stone structure built right after the Great Disappearance, initially as a good faith gesture of an alliance with the Lords of the Fringe.

Sage was on Lujo, visiting that very temple in order to help its administrators with some possible new additions and expansions. The illusionist himself was the architect of the massive Temple of Pain on Fresia. No longer a secret that the One Sith took great pains to keep, the Temple of Pain on Fresia was now renowned to be a crown jewel of Sith alchemy in the Core, and no one was prouder of the sprawling black stone monstrosity than Sage himself. Therefore, the man was all too happy to enthusiastically share his blueprints and brainstorm with temple leaders, and, yes, even brag about how the Temple of Pain’s Room of Dreams was the birthplace of some of the most cutting edge dream experimentation out there.

At the moment, Sage was currently in the temple’s war room, standing around an array of Holo-blueprints. The legs of an imperial spider droid made a tick-tick-tick sound as it skittered across the room, patrolling the temple in light of such an important visitor. As the light from the Holo-blueprint lit up the faces of the administrators gathered around the console, his mind flashed to a pair of Starchaser-blue eyes, two pools of the brightest blue that he always dove into for tranquility. Sage blinked away the vision to reveal of the administrators pointing at a glob of round spots on the Holo-blueprint with a questioning expression.

“That, my friend...” the young Voice said with a smirk. “...is where I’m growing my mutant Sarlacc pits. The creatures, created by Sith Alchemy are...”

His words trailed off. He felt the disturbance in the Force a few moments before the sound came. Then the wail of klaxons screamed through the war room. The spider droid perked up, its spherical body bobbing on eight segmented metal legs.

There was a security breach...somewhere.

[member="Darth Vulkan"] [member="Rookie"] [member="Darth Ophidia"] [member="Kevros Kovani"]

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Location: War Room
Gear: Sig
Objective: Support my Son Broku
Allies: [member="Sage Bane"]
Enemies: [member="Ashin Varanin"] | [member="Sochi Ru"]

Vulkan sat in the War room quietly, beskar'kandar worn as always, helmet in his lap, and mace propped up against the cushioned chair smoking a cigara while Sage Bane sat and did business. Since becoming Director of Diplomacy, Sage Bane had always been Draco's go to in the One Sith, and then later as Foreman, Draco had always sought the Sith Lord out when he needed something from the One Sith. Sage was weird, crazy, and more than a little broken, but he was Draco's old Han Brolo.

Sage Bane was talking about mutant sarlaacs and the Sith Lord in the couch chuckled to himself. He didn't play with beasts. They were unpredictable and required upkeep. Vulkan preferred droids. Somewhere on this planet his ship had his beskar tiger droid, but it was too far off to help today. He loved that beskar tiger droid, as it was ridiculously over powered.

"I'm not a fan of having pets." He said, taking a long drag on the cigara and took up a glass of amber liquid, taking a sip of it. "They are messy, and such." The beeping in the room didn't faze Vulkan. Not his planet, not his monkey. If Sage Bane needed help with something, all he had to do was ask, and he would receive.

 

[Cortana Jade]

Location: North Wall
Objective: Breach Library
Allies: [member="Ashin Varanin"]
Enemies: [member="Sage Bane"] | [member="Darth Vulkan"]
Gear: Voice of the Force

This was more for the Togruta than just a raid, this was a stepping stone into what was to come; she was regaining her independence. Before, she nearly served as the hand of Kaine, against her own will. That was...at least until his disappearance. It was a window of opportunity she couldn't allow herself to pass up, though while she had gained some freedom she still wasn't in a position to follow through with her overall goal. It would take time, and thus she dedicated that time to uncovering the remedy to an ancient enchantment binding her to that monstrosity those would come to call Lord Vornskr, and that was all due to Ke'dem.

She joined Ashin to position herself behind a movement, one that might catapault her into a position to achieve something that some won't see coming. It was through this channel that she heard of the death of Kaine on Dromund Kas, which made it possible for her to be rid of him, at least until she could be the progenitor of his next death. Today, she joined the ranks of the Sith-Killers, harboring a hatred for such beings. Much like the rest, she hopped on the back of a speeder bike after she strapped her lightsaber to her waist. Led by their leader, her bike much like the others made haste over the terrain of Lujo towards the Temple.

Just ahead appeared the walls of the Temple, and her driver swerved towards the left to avoid a larger boulder potruding from the ground. Gaining ground of course they were met with resistance. Though much to her surprise incoming fire didn't seem to make it to the ground forces. There was an invisible field of energy that served as a shield, and now she understood; it was the work of Ashin and the others. She felt it radiating throughout the task force, with a deep concentration she too connected, slowly building and enhancing her connection to the Force through a meditative technique she mastered years ago before her death. She channeled that enhanced energy as she joined in building upon the larger shield.

Meanwhile the adrenaline built as she was entering battle for the first time in years, and with a completely different view on things.

 

[Orion Darkstar]

Location : Laboratories​

Objective: Alchemy Studies / Suppress Potential Intruders​

Allies: [member="Sage Bane"] [member="Darth Vulkan"]​

Enemies: [member="Ashin Varanin"] [member="Sochi Ru"]​

Gear: Lightsaber, Massassi Blade, Concussion Grenade, and Kovani Attire (Bio)​

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Kevros had been working in the lab, vials of blood lined up perfectly in front of him. Each was uniquely attained from the rarest of beasts throughout the galaxy. Liquids of all colors rested in tiny flasks, clear and adorned by Kevros himself. Green vibrant acid began to bubble under the flame he had started minutes before. His mask shimmered in the dull lighting as he quickly went to work. Extracting the acidic compound was a careful process and one that required a steady hand. Kevros stayed calm as he dipped the tiny syringe within, the tiny needle slowly siphoned the acid into the clear tube. His waist shifted to the left as his arm bent slightly and allowed for the compound to drop into the first vial of blood.

Like smoke the acid slithered through the thick blood. The dark red of the beasts blood slowly began to transform into a deep purple, tiny pockets of air forming at the top. A tiny sizzle reaching his ears, the aroma that of burnt rubber. Shaking his head in frustration the result was counter productive. It had taken him hours just to get the formula right. Placing the syringe back onto the metal table with knife and scissor he turned away. The room was filled with white florescent lighting, part of the electronic inner workings of the sanctum. The temple of Lujo accommodated many walks of life all in one central location, and a vital building for the One Sith in that regard. Tiny computer screens rested against the back side of the wall. Small beeps from the cooling systems to his right let him know that the freezer of sorts was still working like it always had.

The laboratory held many crystals and ample amounts of elixirs that he studied in the past. He contemplated more and more on what was missing. He knew the result had to be like the book had taught him. The book he left open on the metal bench he'd been working on. Torn pages from its informational studies was tacked to the wall, six to be exact. shifting his focus he allowed the failed experiment to continue waiting for the final results, but not before he read over more of the steps. Slowly making his way to the front end of the room he stopped and looked to the tacked pages hanging freely. His lush green eyes shifting left and right till he found what he needed.

Kevros lifted his cloak in a annoyed manner and grabbed for something inside. A small clear cylinder revealing itself as he gripped it tightly in his fingers. He had forgotten the one thing he needed for the end result to work. He couldn't imagine forgetting the key process of the whole experiment, even though he had, it turned out the many hours of aggravating failed tests had staled his mind. Taking a deep breath he smoothed over the steps once more before placing his forgotten clear cylindrical tube on the table. Distractions were clear from his mind until a sudden shake on the north end of the wall broke two vials of blood. The quick pool of thick beast blood ran like a river, stopping at the edge of the work bench and slowly dripping to the floor. Kevros' eyes widened in anger, it had taken him months to get the samples perfectly spun into working condition.

The tiny churn of metal alerted him as he turned to the entrance of the doorway, a spider droid blocking off his exit as he smirked. The force gripped at him, the disturbance was more than obtrusive. He only had a few minutes tops to conceal and place the rest of his work safely into the freezer. With ease he glided around the lab, careful and exact in his placements. He wouldn't have time to clean the blood spill, something he would leave to the cleaning droids later on. Finally finishing he made for the exit. The spider droid arched upward and proceeded towards the library. The hallway was dressed in stone, and the floor a metal grey.

"Intruders? They will pay..."

Kevros said to himself, his hands clenching into fists at the thought of distractions.

 

[Komo]

Location: Library
Objective: Await purpose
Allies: [member="Sage Bane"], [member="Darth Vulkan"]
Enemies: [member="Julius Sedaire"] (When he shows up)
Gear: Armour Lightsaber Sidearm

Lujo was a planet in the core that was home that was home to magnificent oceans and landscapes that revelled from its temperate climate. Its rolling fields of green, and vast bodies of dark-blue water sparkled in the moon light. As gorgeous as the planet may be, Greta was not here for a sight-seeing trip today. She'd come to visit the Sith Temple to study in the library, a vast chamber of knowledge, filled with a plethora of tomes, books, holo-vids and all other assorted forms of mediums on Sith history and culture. The shelves in the room stand tall, and in the centre of the room stood a pillar that rose to the ceiling filled with tomes, books and holo-vids for the ever-aspiring learner.

The Sith knight had found herself sitting on an unoccupied table filled with a variety of books, tomes and other assorted material on the force, the Dark Side, and the Ways of the Sith, basically everything that symbolises a Sith in any shape or form. For some reason, the force had drawn her here today, and she was not about to start questioning it, for she knew that when she obeyed her intuition, it was rarely wrong.

Perhaps, before the day was over, the reason would come to be known to her. Until then, she would continue digesting the knowledge and information, while she awaited the unknown cause. Greta had just flipped a page over to the next chapter of "Mastery of the Dark Side", before she was so rudely interrupted by the sounds of alarm klaxons blaring within the entire property. This was it. This had to be it. The sign. She shut the book, leaving her seat as she made for the windows. She saw nothing but the darkness of night, though the feeling was there, a disturbance in the force.

 

[Catalys Maijora]

The Vaults

Inside the vaults were many halls, each haunted by the ever growing, insatiable hunger of the Dark Side. It was a place where the Sith and their dark masters could thrive, a place where they could worship those that granted them many boons. Catalys Maijora was no stranger to worship; he had witnessed first hand what zeal could do...

Standing with the Primeval, he watched as countless worlds bowed before the might of their frightful armadas. When the great Cathedral ships touched down, and pouring from their mouths thousands of troops who marched without benevolence to those immoral denizens that claimed innocence.

They could not see the blood on their hands, and so the blind were made to see light...

...Yet Catalys was not Sith nor Primeval.

Donning his armour, the inquisitor marched down the stone-carved halls that wove throughout the lower levels; an easy place to get lost for anyone. With the agent were three soldiers that once served the Golden Banner. They, like him, found solace in the ranks of Sith Lords and imperialists, and here they sought purpose beyond the bewildering depths of Wild Space. For thousands of years the Sith fought the Jedi, and for a thousands more the cycle will continue.

The Dark Side stirred violently as those unwelcome approached the hallowed temple grounds.

He did not feel it.

[member="Sage Bane"] | [member="Darth Vulkan"] | [member="Julius Sedaire"] | [member="Ashin Varanin"] | [member="Greta Kohler"] | [member="Sochi Ru"] | [member="Rookie"] | [member="Darth Ophidia"] | [member="Kevros Kovani"]

 

[Rookie]

[HALLS LEADING TO LIBRARY]
[INVESTIGATE DISTURBANCE]
[SYNCHRONIZATION RATIO : 25%]

For the wicked, the time for rest was still out of reach.

Sheer haphazard serendipity had brought the Vong to Lujo. No sooner had the nameless bureaucrat monitoring his tenure approved his place among the Sith had he been thrust on security detail, accompanying a well known Sith Lord into the core. Thankfully he had been permitted to simply follow the Lord's personal transport in the Wingtip, allowing him to remain isolated and continue his work. The time it took them to arrive on Lujo was more than enough for Yun to develop an initial prototype of the project he began on Vullain.

The Shaper paid little attention to the landscape surrounding the temple. What might have seemed wondrous for the Sith amongst the travelers held little significance for the Vong. Baubles and trinkets soaked in the dark side were little more than trash to Yun, and a library filled to the brim with arcane jibber jabber didn't come close to exciting him. The Lord in question was one Sage Bane, who was the only thing drawing Yun's attention in the slightest. He could tell from afar the state of the man's arm, his Shaper tendrils writhed at the presence of it, yearning to unmake it and sew it back together for sport. Instinctual memories tugged at his mind's eye, drawing him to the creatures but he dared not approach. Instead he kept his distance.

Yun did nothing here to hide his heritage. The back of his body, lined with black chitin and the rigid limbs of his armor and the gyrating arrangement of his Shaper Hand drew stern looks from the acolytes and Imperial guards patrolling the temple grounds. Yun wore a brown shawl across his head and shoulders in an effort to soften his appearance but it seemed to do little good. He was followed off the Wingtip by a flock of his latest creations. Six moderately sized vulture-like avians exited the ship on his arrival, perching themselves across the fortifications of the temple, one mouth beneath another opening and closing to emit low-pitched cooing noises between themselves, watching the grounds with each of their seven eyes. One of the birds remained at his side, too large to roost on his shoulder it pattered along behind him wherever he went. Beneath his shawl and the back folds of his armor the usual litany of smaller creatures slumbered, fanged worms and snakes as well as a small hive of blast bugs nestled there, hidden from prying eyes.

So he stood motionless on the outside of the War Room's door, Shaper digits mindlessly tapping away at the wall behind him. Two acolytes lingered in the hallway hoping to enlist the teachings of one of the Sith Lords going about their business within. The security detail at this juncture were only two other Imperial troopers who stayed silent, glancing to Yun as often as they could find time. With no connection to the Force, the intruding party's display of occult might went completely unnoticed by the Vong. Instead, he perked up to the sound of perimeter alarms and the shift of halogen guidelines from white to red along the floors of the corridor. Pushing himself from the wall he left his post, making his way down the length of the hall. Mistrust, he felt, would hurt his standing in the temple but his imposing stature provoked at least respect from the acolytes and soldiers in the aisle, who one by one followed after him to investigate the disturbance.

Whether the confusion would prove to be substantial made little difference. Fate, twice over, indebted the Shaper to the Empire. Whoever aimed to disturb the sanctity of their temple would be given no quarter. Yun focused, chitin on his back shifting to life, extending around his chest and down the length of his legs and left arm. His feet lifted from the ground between his steps, lingering long enough for the armor to encase them. From the back of his neck plates spread across his cheeks, sealing themselves off into a faceless mask, the only defining feature a dull amber X. Lastly, a string of frightening eyes opened in a wreath below his neckline, blinking and peering at their surroundings. Both guards, two acolytes and his buzzard in tow, the Vong rounded a corner into a larger hall, the walls lined with slate columns and statues, a testament to the grandiose architecture of the Sith.

Yun's eyes fell on a lone figure, a familiar mask greeted him and at once he felt less alone. Kevros would likely catch sight of the Vong in time to see his helmet close across his face, if he was observant, he would surely recognize the scarred face of the Shaper from their time aboard the Wingtip.

"Kevros,"

"It has been some time,"

The Vong's words came briefly and when he finished he was off, guided by moving crimson flickers. No longer the confused savage Kevros had met those weeks ago, Yun's cold demeanor betrayed a heart which yearned for bloodshed.

[ [member="Ashin Varanin"] ] [ [member="Sage Bane"] ] [ [member="Darth Vulkan"] ] [ [member="Sochi Ru"] ] [ [member="Kevros Kovani"] ] [ [member="Greta Kohler"] ] [ [member="Catalys Maijora"] ]
[ We're all having fun so I hope nobody minds me using a prototype of my armor (http://starwarsrp.net/topic/77459-crab-armor-variant) for this thread. If you do have a problem, let me know and I won't use it ]

 

[Coren Starchaser]

South Wall
[member="Sinistra"]
[member="Canal"] [member="Chevu Visz"]

The shuttle had entered the suburbs of Lujo. This was no ordinary shuttle, though. This one was modified and flown by Coren Starchaser, a man who was known as something of a pilot, and a driving force of a government he hadn’t always seen eye to eye with. But the shuttle was not transmiting the same signal as the rest. It was modified, it was Alliance, but it wasn’t Alliance, just enough so the friendlies knew who he was. This modified Niathal had its safety protocols removed.

That allowed him to focus on the mission at hand, the liberation of Lujo, defeating the Sith and fighting htem back to the core. This was where the Alliance made their stand and the fate of the galaxy was going to be decided. Were they going to be the driving force of change? Or were they going to fold to the pressure of the enemy? Was the galaxy going to be lit across the stars with freedom? Or would darkness prevail?

Within the pilot’s mind, there was only one option.

Liberation.

Reversion to real space was how it was expected, and the pilot pushed the throttle. Shields and engines were the defense of this vessel. The sensors were down, weapon systems removed, and the target was laid only to him. Those who came with him were coming from outside Alliance space, in the free systems of the galaxy. And they were coming to make their stand.

This place would fall, and where better than in the heart of the Sith, at their temple.

Nimbly dodging strikes from the planet, feeling the lasers hit the shields and the ship shake, the Corellian made to land on the world.

The ship landed and without a word, the pilot egressed. The task for any who came with him was simple. Enter the temple, burn it to the ground, and crucify any Sith they found. He was reaching out to the Force, he wasn’t hiding, didn’t know how to hide, but he needed the power it could afford him to perform the tasks he was meaning for the Sith. Lightsaber in hand, and cortosis-armorplast plated armor, the pilot saw where he needed to go. He could fold himself right in there, but he needed the Sith’s attention here.

They would all die.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

LOCATION: Breaching Library, North Wall
ENEMIES:
Nearby

• [member="Rookie"]
• [member="Greta Kohler"]

FYI

• [member="Sage Bane"]
• [member="Darth Vulkan"]

ALLIES: [member="Sochi Ru"]
GEAR: Armour, lightsabre, sword, shield generator, sidearms

She'd been keeping her presence, and that of her sword, somewhat muted -- just one more bit of Dark Side fluctuation, nothing abnormal. Now she dropped that entirely. The shield crashed into the wall with a mindboggling impact. In a rain of stone, Ke'dem cavaliers breached the dark library. Quips were made about natural lighting.

Among the dismounting Ke'dem commandos, paddle beamers and lightsabres featured prominently. Ashin drew Ravening, and the sword snarled in the back of her mind. It was, as ever, hungry for Force bonds.

Shock, awe, smash and grab. Ke'dem people began killing, and also rifling through the library. Ashin, for her part, took the moment to be as aware as she ever got, focusing on her instincts and her helmet's comprehensive sensors. Right now, a moderately massive Dark Side disturbance was being noticed.

 

[Sage Bane]

Location: Heading to the Training Grounds
Allies: [member="Darth Vulkan"]
Enemies: [member="Ashin Varanin"] [member="Sochi Ru"]
Sage's Gear: Dark Armor, Lightsaber, Sessile Trio-staff, The Blade of the Satvas

Could it be them? The Alliance? The psychological warfare Sage unleashed on the Galactic Alliance biodomes was perhaps one of the worst acts of terror that Sullust had seen since the Netherworld. He'd dropped hundreds of decomposing bodies of Alliance soldiers right on top of the glassteel domes of the Jedi temple, and smirked as he watched them slide down the sides, trailing gore and black viscera. It would make sense that the light siders would hit back, but why Lujo? And why didn’t he feel the presence of the light? Perhaps the intruders were simply grave robbers looking to unearth some ancient bones of Sith Lords long passed. If they were looters, they couldn’t have picked a better place to hit. Not only were the temple vaults full of all kinds of treasures, but Sage brought along a few gifts for the temple like wild force shards, a Talisman of Transformation, The Sith Abattar, and a Blade of the Satvas, a Sith Alchemized blade that he himself crafted. There were only a limited number of the blades in existence, and one of them now sat in the Lujo temple vaults. The other? It hung on his gear belt.

Sage’s Vongformed arm with its trio of amphistaves reared up in response to the threat, the creatures’ sentient minds harmonizing with the emotions of the Sith Lord. The black, leathery tentacles wriggled wildly, baring their fangs, a sight that caused the administrators to step backwards with trepidation.

The Voice turned his gaze to Darth Vulkan, Techno Union Ambassador and Sage's Broba Fett.

“Do you feel that?” he asked the Mandalorian Sith Lord. It was a wave of the dark side so strong, it rattled his bones.

Sage jerked his head towards the door, indicating for Darth Vulkan to follow. The disturbance seemed to be coming from the north side of the temple. He and Draco would cut through the practice grounds on their way to the Library in order to investigate.

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OOC note:

Att: [member="Spencer Varanin"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Kevros Kovani"] [member="Greta Kohler"][member="Catalys Maijora"] [member="Rookie"] [member="Sinistra"] [member="Canal"] There are some goodies listed in this post that are up for grabs in the temple Vaults. Both Galactic Alliance and One Sith members can try and steal them. Think of it like a treasure hunt.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Location: Heading to Training Grounds
Gear: Sig
Objective: Support my Son Broku
Allies: [member="Sage Bane"]
Enemies: [member="Ashin Varanin"] | [member="Sochi Ru"]

"I do, but then again this is a Sith world with a Sith Temple. Dark Side presences are to be expected, or at least I would hope so." Nevertheless Vulkan's danger sense was pinging, telling him that this presence that just exploded to their notice wasn't here to chat and smoke cigaras. It could have, and Vulkan would have remained sitting in the cushioned chair and even supplied a light, but given his life experiences, he was one of the few beings like that.

He sighed heavily and blew out smoke from his lungs, draining what was left of the liquor in his tumbler and tossing the cigara away. He followed, lifting the helmet over his head and covering his face. He was quite proudly wearing the red mythosaur on his right shoulder and didn't mind it. He was a mercenary after all. Eventually people paid him or someone else would. The Republic had simply assured that the One Sith put Vulkan on the payroll. Even now millions of credits and access to their formidable armory were being given to him for his actions on Balmorra and Contruum, even if Vrag had seen to it he had been greatly rewarded already.

"Lead the way Sage." He said, almost lazily, picking up his mace and slinging it across his shoulder. It thrummed with energy as the generators and repulsor fields pumped to life in his hands. Even without that, it was a brutal close combat weapon, though. His senses expanded, covering his field of responsibility, and pulling it close. Normally about two hundred meters was more than enough for combat, and allowed him to pick up on subtler hints and feelings in the Force.

Not his planet, not his monkey. All Vulkan was here for was to make sure his Han Brolo, his Mystic Brohan, made it out in as few pieces as possible.

 

[Chevu Visz]

Location: South Wall
Allies: [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Canal"]
Enemies: [member="Sinistra"]
Chevu's Gear: Chevu's Armor, The Forlorn Hope, The Nub Amulet, Cryo-ban Rifle, Zeison Sha Discblades

The Galactic Alliance had been nipping at the ankles of the One Sith ever since their inception, but as Alliance dropships landed on Lujo, it was time for the NJO and GADF alike to sink their fangs into its jugular. The Alliance were launching a full scale war on the planet of Lujo, a fight that would push on several fronts, and Chevu Visz couldn't be more ready to assault the Lujo Sith Temple. The Mirialan's lean body was in peak physical condition from relentless training and her reflexes were tje sharpest they'd been. She was clad in Cortosis-plated armor to protect against the humming red plasma blades of her enemy, and to mask her light side aura, aound her neck was her own creation, The Nub Amulet. Much like a taozin amulet, the Nub Amulet hid her in the Force. For weapons, Chavu carried a Cryo-ban Rifle slung over her back, a saberstaff made by [member="Gabriel Sionoma"], and her Force-imbued discblades.

The Mirialan was quiet as she approached the Temple, flanking Coren Starchaser, her master. It was one of those moments where it was completely unnecessary to talk, the both of them laser-focused on the upcoming battle. Chevu thought of the people she loved back on Sullust, the ones she thought of as family. The twins. Their father, Gabe. Two Bit and Porter. It would be a miracle if she made it back to them alive. She looked to the man she loved, his Starchaser-blue eyes studying the temple, looking for weaknesses to exploit, reaching out with the Force to find his enemies before they found him.

This man would make sure that she did.

 

[Sinistra]

Location: Laboratories
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: [member="Coren Starchaser"]
Gear: Sinistra's Personal Armor

Sinistra had no desire to sit in the labs all day while Kevros conducted the experiments from the book she had given him to study. She had instructed him, and provided the experiment. It would be up to him to ensure that he could follow the proper procedures in order to reach the desired end. Sinistra had decided on a nap instead. She had been sitting in a chair in the labs, unmoving as she stared out at those who worked. Behind the mask though, her eyes had been closed, and she slept in short bursts. Every few minutes she would wake and glance over at Kevros still working, then back to blissful quiet.

A shattering boom shook the building, the echo of the hit rattling down the corridors. The alarms blared to life within a few seconds and Sinistra left Kevros behind in the labs. Looking down the halls, she could hear the sounds of feet running, and for a moment, she thought of heading to the War Room. She had an uneasy feeling, and as she started to walk toward the centralized command center, she felt it. A familiar presence on the edge of her periphery.

She felt him.

The man from Ord Vaug was here.

If he was here, there was no longer doubt that the temple was under attack.

Her silver saber hilt slid smoothly into her left hand, and thoughts of the war room were forgotten. It was one thing to randomly come across someone like him out in the galaxy where you both were hunting a treasure. Circumstances and fate. They had tangoed but Sinistra never fought for blood over trivial trinkets. This was no trinket hunt, nor random occurrence. Lujo was firmly in the grasp of the One Sith. This incursion was an act of war.

She stalked in the direction of him, pausing to feel him out on her own before she too loosed her grip on her stealth. There was no need to hide her connection or her anger at his appearance. The icy wave of her hatred pushed out in all directions. She could see a ship out of the south windows, and she set her jaw behind her mask. His insolence would be punished.

 

[Cortana Jade]

Location: Library
Allies: [member="Ashin Varanin"]
Enemies: [member="Sage Bane"] | [member="Darth Vulkan"] | [member="Kevros Kovani"] | [member="Rookie"] | [member="Greta Kohler"] (Just tagged everyone in the area or nearby)
Gear: Voice of the Force ,lightsaber

The wall shattered, and a blinding light would split the dimly lit room nearly in half; them came those of Ke'dem pouring into the room with weapons drawn and feeding on the fury of the overall group. She entered in a bit afterward, stepping up and over what remained of the wall. Slowly her eyes began to close till they came into a squinted position, almost simultaneously the ignited her purple lightsaber. Her last battle agaisnt the Sith was on Kashyyyk, then her blade was cerulean and in the service of the people...now she fault for herself, to fulfill something she had been craving the entire time.

Like her associates she lashed out in fury, she became deafened to the world around her. With a burst of energy she fell into a sprint, striding along before stepping down with her left foot to catapault herself into the air. A few feet off the ground she threw out her right foot, launching a fierce kick in the cheekbone of a distracted sith acolyte. She pushed her body forward, coming into a crouched position as she rolled along the floor. She sprouted up from the ground with grace, bringing her lightsaber across her chest to strike through the barrel of a security guards weapon just before he could fire it, her next blow was fatal when her weapon came back around to go through his torso.

She watched when he fell apart before her, but her gaze would quickly jolt to her right. A massive shutter in the force passed through her body, she felt it deep down. Just across the room was its creator; Ashin. It called forth an impending reckoning, a moment to be remembered long after. She rode that wave along with the others, a morale booster in other words.

 

[Veino Garn]

Location: Approaching South Wall
Allies: [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Chevu Visz"]
No dance partners yet
Gear: Armor, Amulet, Bloodstripe handcannon
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For the first time in nearly eight hundred years, the Jensaarai were marching openly to war, which made this quite the momentous occasion. Even more so for those on the team Veino had picked himself. They were the most experienced of the Jensaarai, having all trained at least one apprentice and spent time working abroad through various conflicts, and were compassionate. Not that wouldn't do what needed to be done, but they were not the ones he would be concerned about spending time in a Sith temple engaging those who had centuries before, razed their home, killed their family, and forced the survivors into their cause.

No, this was a mission of justice. Late and mostly symbolic at this point, but it was justice and got a message across. The Jensaarai never forgot and they would bring justice on the transgressors. His team departed from the shuttle and scuttled away from Coren and Chevu for a different attack angle, their presences hidden and cast adrift in the vastness of the universe.

Veino cradled the handcannon against the shoulder of his armor as he made his way towards the temple wall, his team spread out behind him. He already had shells loaded, one with buckshot, one with cryoban, and the other with the Baforr pollen shell. He had heard there were cortosis dust shells, but he didn't know where to find any. They would also make his lightsaber rather useless, which seemed like an unfortunate trade-off, even if it did leave him with a very powerful shotgun against a deactivated lightsaber blade.

It just wasn't the same without a lightsaber. Alarms blared as a surge of the Dark side washed through the area and Veino dropped to one knee, holding up a fist. The rest of the cloaked and armored figures also dropped to the ground, watching what was going on.

Which, in itself, was an excellent question. What was going on? That was not normal in how an alarm would go off. Unless they had been spotted, but nothing was headed their way.
He activated the secure comm to Coren and Chevu.

"Know what's going on in there?"

 

[Orion Darkstar]

Location: Heading to the Library
Objective: Suppress Intruders
Allies Nearby: Rookie | Greta Kohler
Enemies: Sochi Ru | Ashin Varanin

The force spoke to him, swindling his mind with tangible auras resonating throughout the temple.

One he pinpointed would soon round the corner. The hair on the back of his neck slightly rose underneath his Kovani garments. He realized it wasn't the force as the dreaded Vong he had encountered weeks ago revealed himself. Kevros lightly smiled at the thought of Yun's first impression, a true Vong in his own right. Yun had changed or rather evolved in the short time they had escaped deaths menacing clutches. Lucky for Kevros they were both on the same side. Lifting his hand to the air and waving he acknowledged Yun. The Vong finally concealed his face with what seemed to be a living suit of armor. Kevros knew great things would eventually come of Yun and his biological compound ever since they fought.

"Yun." Kevros paused as the Vong slouched forward and made his way towards the library.

"Apparently too long."

As Yun passed a small creature with wings hugging its side waddled forward, following the Vong in single file. It was only moments before he had ran into Yun that his master Sinistra awoke from her nap. She must have felt the disturbance before him, something Kevros distastes. His eyes shifted to the other end of the hallway and then back to the walking Vong and his new lackey. Another rumbled caused pebbles of the stone to slip out from above and onto the metal grey floor. The temple was built well, but only to a normal degree. Soon the walls would be breached and not for the better. The force spoke to him as he calmed his emotion. The anticipation of battle creeping in his mind as he found himself following Yun.

Kevros afraid of disturbing the creature behind Yun slipped passed it as it lightly screeched in a territorial manner. Kevros walked at Yun's side now as the Library slowly came into view as they turned the corner. The doorway was littered with fallen books as another crash bellowed from within. Books sliding out into the hallway and slamming into Kevros' boots. It was all too real now, finally he'd be able to use his newly found powers on actual worthy subjects. slowly stepping into the library a giant bookshelf hid him from the intruders. The sound of delicate humming reached his ears, he quickly turned to Yun and nodded forward, the signal was all the Vong needed to know that the daring individuals that attacked the temple were soon in for it.

Breathing in deeply under his Kovani mask he let out a long sigh and quickly stepped out from behind the bookcase. A spider droid zipped past him as it shattered against the far wall. The room was littered with Ke'Dem their weapons raised as the spider droids and guards continued their fight. Stones from the outer wall of the library turned to rubble from the breach, tables tossed and broken. Pushing his cloak to the side for only a moment his silver hilt landed into his right palm. Kevros watched closely as the battle unfolded. The only thing that concerned him were the treacherous force users closing in. The fluid movements of a purple saber peaked his interest as he grinned, concealed by his golden mask of criminal honor.

Licking his lips he could taste the blood as the mysterious force user in the distance sliced a man clear in half. The darkness began to infest his veins, the chaos around him beginning to paint a clear path to victory. The force guided him as his nimble thumb stretched out his glove, finally flicking upward on his hilt a vibrant red pierced through the cold air. He stood motionless, his eyes closed waiting for the moment to rebuke. His mind was at ease and one with the darkness, not even morale would save intruders, only hope.

A hope that no longer prospered in this corner of the galaxy.

[member="Sage Bane"] | [member="Darth Vulkan"] | [member="Julius Sedaire"] | [member="Ashin Varanin"] | [member="Greta Kohler"] | [member="Sochi Ru"] | [member="Rookie"] | [member="Darth Ophidia"] | [member="Sinistra"]

 

[Iziz]

Location: Vault, heading to South Wall.
Objective: Assassinate Opponents
Allies: [member="Sinistra"] (if heading for the south.)
Enemies: [member="Chevu Visz"] | [member="Coren Starchaser"]

The Vaults were a safe and secure location, home to many of the grand prizes of the Sith, the Knight Iziz Vei was currently meandering in its location, having been looking for a number of trinkets to add to his collection, though the vaults were often sealed to the sith, he had heard of a number of treasures being moved there by [member="Sage Bane"] , including one of his legendary daggers which had managed to do some harm to the specter of Naga Sadow... though Mythos had misplaced the blade afterwards, the Jawa wasn't quite sure if he had ever collected it, but he did know that he wanted one of the blades for himself, so that he would be able to swap it with the hidden blade already sheathed within the wrist holster on his armour. Typing on his data-pad he was hoping to ask Sage for permission to be able to borrow it, or at the very least use it... fingers typed furiously in an attempt to communicate with the infamous alchemist for the One Sith, but, no matter what he had written, it never quite managed to feel right. There were a few guards outside the vault, each of them eyeing up the jawa as foot by foot he made his way closer to the Vault Door.

"Halt, no admittance to outsiders..."

They spoke in a slightly surly accent, The Jawa rose his head in surprise before opening his mouth in an attempt to explain his presence, but it was a tug in the force as well the pheremones which could be smelt through the ventilation of the area... there was something on the horizon, it wasn't the scent of fear that he picked up with his keen nose, but it was something else, something like anticipation, readiness, anger, and a few other emotions which seemed to be jumbled together from other sources. Iziz could feel presences in the force moving in on their location, but he wasn't good enough with his sensory ability to quite be able to tell whom they were, what their intentions were and how they meshed with the grander plan... but what he was able to deduce was:

Something was about to happen.

"I'm Iziz of the Sith Assassins, Apprentice to Master Ferus, the Shadow of the Dark Lord, and I'd like to enter the Vault."

The two men looked at each other and ran Iziz's name... Being able to flaunt the name of Ferus around was a handy tool in these scenarios, but Iziz needed to hurry... everything was beginning to move, he could feel several people from within the building becoming combat alert. Darting into the Vault he looked around at the many treasures, seeing the dagger but knowing that right now, it was not something that was going to be able to do him any good... Iziz cringed and reached out for it before reigning in his grasp and lashing out at a Force Shard instead, gripping it tightly as a means to empower himself for what was yet to come. The presence of the wild force shard was something he hadn't expected, it empowered him, as well as something deeper within him, the specter also benefiting from proximity to its power in some way...

Flooding his body with power in the force, the Jawa would increase his already preternatural speed, becoming little more than a blur as he would explode out of the Vault as the doors closed behind it as he would charge for the location of the many disturbances. Reaching out in the force to a group of the SA's finest which had accompanied him to the location, Iziz would charge with his rallied elites, each of them seeming to appear from the aether around him in a simple acknowledgement and salute before fading into nothing with the Stygium cloaking systems which were uniform for the assassins. Iziz too faded as well as cloaking his presence in the force as he made his way for the South wall...

The Temple needed to be defended.

Iziz would arrive on the scene first among his talented group, having left them in the dust through the corridors and hallways which had led him here, standing high on a tower overlooking the wall as enemies closed in overhead. One by one he would sense the subtle touch on his mind of the other assassins, hovering as little more than ghosts upon the battlefield, waiting for a sign of attack, waiting for a distraction as he would lie in wait with his men to strike hard into the flank of an opponent and hopefully drive them into a quick defeat. In this time, the Jawa would center himself, he had never been in a large scale conflict like this, he could only hope that his greatest asset would be his speed and control over the few abilities that he knew, but, the power within him would be there to cut in should it feel a risk to its host.

"Don't be so sure Iziz... If I find you're too much trouble, I will not hesitate to leave you for dead... remember what happens if you're plunged into chaos... you're mine..."

The spirit spoke in no uncertain terms within his mind, forcing a nervous gulp from the Jawa's throat and shuddering as he exhaled.

"Thanks for that reminder... ... ... I needed that..."

 

[Vexen]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_vv3kscu1wk​

Location: Library East Wall
Allies: Family [member="Aela Talith"] [member="Maleah Talith"] [member="Micah Talith"]
Enemies: The Darkside

The spider droid swivelled its body. Multifaceted eyes twisted and turned as they scanned and focussed. They searched for the signs of motion, but found none. Ever so slowly it panned back around to look to the north. A cloud of dust billowed on the wind where the major force had breached the library. Yet all was quiet on the east side.

A shadow detached itself from an alcove and swept in behind the spider droid. There was a bright blue flash as a stun baton was forcibly slammed between the joints on its back. Its legs splayed out and it crashed to the ground. Red eyes slowly faded to empty black.

Vexen moved up to the wall. A small silver disk was pulled from her fur and slapped against the bricks. Their team would move more carefully and destroy as many Sith artefacts as they could whilst the main force dealt with Ashin’s cohort.

Eyes flattened down to her heads as she ran. Yet the noise of the baridium charge was surprisingly small. Just a pop and a flash and there was a nice perfect circle in the wall.

Other shapes moved in the darkness, all teeth and eyes. Vexen wasn’t the only predator hiding in the shadows.

Go, she called out. Though she doubted the Talith siblings had missed their cue.

 

[Aela Talith]

Location: Library East Wall
Allies: Family, [member="Maleah Talith"] | [member="Vexen"] | [member="Micah Talith"]
Enemies: The Darkside

The Baradium charge went off, the wall breaking away and crumbling slightly as a nice and neat hole was formed within the side of the east wall. For a second there was nothing, no sign of the Talith's that had been waiting beyond and certainly no sign of an invasion force. Then there was a slight rumble. The earth shook, the ground quaking beneath the step of what sounded like the falling thud of a mass of flesh and muscle. Silence reigned for half a second more, then suddenly a massive lump of gray tendrils surrounded by two thick jaws ducked through the hole in the wall.

The Drexl peered through the hole, it's neck barely fitting through the gap that had been formed by Vexens bomb.

For half a moment it lingered into place, then it let out a roar. The creature reeled back and retreated from the small opening, disappearing before another massive thud was heard. This time the Temple itself shook, the rock of the eastern wall suddenly becoming loose. There was another thud then another, and then a final crash of rock and mortar as the wall was smashed into a thousand pieces. In a sudden, violent explosion of force the Drexl came crashing through the Easten wall of the Sith Temple, it's wings folded to it's back and it's massive gaping maw letting out a loud roar that seemed to resonate throughout the wide chamber.

Two steps behind the creature came Aela.

She ducked beneath the opening that had been carved by her long time friend, coming alongside the Drexl and petting it's side. "Good boy."

The massive creature seemed to preen at Aela's touch, shifting as she patted it's neck and scratched it behind the...ears, those were probably ears. The Drexl of course knew Aela, knew her family. He had been raised by Aela for nigh on half a decade now, retrieved from a nest on Dxun by herself and Maleah and raised from it's hatching. The Drexl was well trained and well taken care of, it's massive hulking form carefully curling in a protective stance around the Jedi Master.