Vrag
The Second Seal, broken.
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It was a bright sunny day, with birds chirping in the trees and beasts grazing the plains outside Iziz.
Then the Sith came, and though the weather was perfect for the classic 'blot out the sun' routine, the appendage of the Dark Lord leading this particular campaign was perhaps one of the most — if not the most — practical among them; unfortunately for the Sith, that meant that they would arrive with an utter lack of style or dramatic flair.
Unfortunately for the Izizi, however, that also meant that less time was spent on dalliances, and more on the actual business they had come to conduct. Swift and efficient, the armies disembarked and established the forward camps inside the sprawling city, with legions of infantry and machinery soon marching down the fast-abandoned streets. What civilians remained in the wake of the Republic's retreat from the world were shoved back into their houses as the troops passed them by, and any resistance shown by the citizens was sure to be quelled with brutal retaliation.
Truthfully, the world didn't stand a chance, and if they had been particularly inclined to do so, the Sith could've just stayed in the orbit and glassed the planet.
But it was not the way of this particular Hand, and since nobody was feeling like taking a trip through the airlock, they proceeded as planned.
Why would anyone complain about taking a stroll through a sun-bathing city, anyway? The day was nice, the air was warm, and the expected resistance would be minimal, if even present. They would tear down the remnants of the Republic still marring the panorama, and the planet of Onderon would become another jewel in the crown of the Dark Lord.
A crown that Vrag could not give a single flying kark about at the moment, because some mooks guarding the North gate to Iziz had been pinging up the chain of command for so long that it eventually reached her. What in all of Nether could be so important to require her immediate attention on an abandoned world was anyone's guess, but the firrerreo resolved to head there anyway.
Better safe than sorry.
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In the courtyard before the steps leading up to Halcyon Temple in the north of the city, a group of Beast Riders descended upon the backs of great flame-colored skreevs, their arrival heralded by a cacophony of roars, a dozen or so in count. There came no move of aggression, no flying spears or poisoned arrows, no war cries nor taunts. The group was strangely silent as the beasts settled down on the square one by one, massive wings furling at their sides as their riders reigned them in.
One rider dropped from his mount - a tall, slight man wearing the robes of the ancient Pillar of Knowledge. Short, shorn blond hair and golden eyes shone bright in the sun.
He stepped forward, yellow eyes taking in the arrival of the highest Sith authority with a slate face, "So you have come to Onderon," he began, voice level and clear, "we always knew that it was never a matter of if, but when. I am Lord Volden, speaker of the Beastia - sovereign ruler of everything beyond the walls of Iziz."
The Beastia was not immediately visible with her entourage gathered before her. Vrag would absolutely feel her power there, and would know immediately that it was something on the verge of ancient. Quietus had never been the sort to conceal her presence in the Force. Nor does she flaunt it. She was simply obvious.
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- Vrag and Quietus negotiate the terms of the treaty.
(Each sub-objective unlocked by progress of negotiations) - Tear down the old GR buildings in Iziz (Senate, Town hall, etc.), but leave the general infrastructure intact. No civilian slaughter.
a.) Capture the Onderon royalty (Princess, Queen). Seize the palace and take everything that isn’t nailed down.
b.) Collect data and information from the Academy of Onderon, then raze it to the ground.
c.) Soon™
The sub-objectives [ a, b, c ] will be updated as the negotiations progress.