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[Darth Abyss]

Malachor V - North of the Spheres of Ash

The collection of huts and makeshift homes mirrored the state of the city south of them, at the time before the gigantic Spheres awoke above it and made it a visual metaphor for the difference between the rich and the poor. Yet a detail was different, not in the structure that stood here, but in those that inhabited them. There was an unusual high number of droids walking between the dirt that severed as streets between the small homes build there, most of them looking ragged and like they had been repaired with parts that didn't really fitted the rest of their body. It was a strange sight, but also oddly fascinating. The few human in between didn't stood out as much as one would've thought, as they either had bodies equally full of chrome and tech, or at least seemed to be pretty comfortable with all the scarped electronics, terminals and selfmade weapons sold all around them.

A number of shuttles closed in on the edge of the small settlement, landing on the cold, dead surface of malachor just a jump away from the next hut. From it emerged the figure of Darth Abyss, followed by men dragging container behind them. Like all the settlements that had crawled up on this world, it was something special. The free cities kept what they told, for all their faults they actually stood as havens of full, absolute freedom, and so it was not overly suspiring that droids, a group that always had been fighting for their right over the course of history, found their way here to build something where they could live they liked to, side by side with organics that accepted the rules of this new society.

But it was more than just droids and tech fanatics living together. The work between the creativity of organics, and the logic and efficiency of droids already had its first brainchild, a network that linked the small homes together, much like the holonet, just far more elaborate. Right now it was mainly accessible for the droids, while the organics had to use a very reduced version trough computers and terminals, but that would change with the appearance of the prophet. Inside the containers he brought with him were a number of dreamchambers, which would allow them to join the network as well, at least after a bit of tinkering. Based on what he had seen of this small town, they would accomplish it in a record time. Yet that was not all the sith was here for. He wanted to help it grow, not only in a virtual world, but in the real, physical one as well.

[member="Desmond C'artyom"] [member="Tai Fa"]

 

[Desmond C'artyom]

Desmond C’artyom had come to Malachor for one simple reason, the tech. It ran abundantly free here. His cybernetic eyes scanned the layout of the ramshackle huts that sat before him. While all appeared as a myriad of random metal shacks Desmond saw the deeper significance that was hidden beneath the surface. Algorithms so complex that only a machines mind could comprehend it. Something his cybernetic brain deciphered easily. Where others simply saw a random assortment of metal Desmond observed art. The geometric patterns were used to make postulates that held a deeper meaning. The equations equaled things that described ways of life. Like the flight of a line, that easily could have been one man's journey home. It was beautiful. But, Desmond had not come to this machines paradise to observe the art. He had come because he had heard of an artificial reality so advanced it was better than true reality.

He spotted a run down bar and figured it would be the perfect place to plug in. Several machines lined the entrance and a large sentry droid stood as the bouncer. Desmond waited in line for what seemed like hours until finally it was his turn to enter. “Hey hummie! Where do you think your going?” The bouncer asked in a deep baritone that he had probably downloaded to sound tough… Desmond shrugged off the machines hand then lifted his shirt revealing a series of cybernetic implants. “Alright you can head on in, but I got my eye on you… Slicer scum,” Desmond ducked his head beneath the large droids arm and headed inside. The bar was filled with smoke, the tables were shrouded in darkness and laser light danced through the mist. Beings of all shapes and sizes wandered throughout the building.

All of the ones that Desmond had spotted were machine or at least sported some kind of cybernetic implant. An upbeat rhythm stirred a few of the patrons to dance and they mingled in the center where they formed a large mosh pit. Those that did not partake sat quietly at their tables inhaling fumes from drug bowls or drinking alcoholic beverages. But most of the patrons seemed to surround the large terminals that lined the back. Desmond began to make his approach when he was grabbed from behind by the collar.

“Hold on their pal,” Des heard someone whisper “You don’t want to go plugging into one of those…” The stranger finished and Des whirled around to face him. “Get your stinking mitts off me sleemo,” Des said as he fought to remove the man's hand from his collar. “Who the hell are you anyway?” Des asked curiously. It was hard to make out the man’s face in the dark. Hell it could’ve been a female for all Des knew, or even a droid. “Not important… You just gotta know those machines are bad. Very bad…” Then the figure released his hold and stalked away into the crowd of dancers. “Hey! Wait! What do you mean bad!?!” Des shouted over the noise of the music, but the man was already gone. “Echuta!” He said under his breath. He had to find that guy again.

[member="Darth Abyss"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

Miss Blonde hated run down crapholes like this one. She was a city girl through and through and this place barely qualified as anything, she felt dirty even being here. But love made you do stupid things, like supporting your boyfriend's prospects and brain child. So as much as Miss Blonde hated the idea of walking through this place, she cared for Abyss more. That meant she'd just suck it up and deal with the cards she had been dealt. Maybe if she sunk a few million credits into investments this place could have a chance to be more than armpit in the asscrack of the galaxy. Yeah that was a nice thought, a hotel over by the under the tarp hobo orgy, a casino next to the spice den, and maybe even a five star restaurant right by the bar where that imperial remnant d-bag went into. It would be a challenging prospect but Miss Blonde was confident tha- wait. Imperial Remnant d-bag? He was here!? Alone!? Vulnerable!? Trip worth it!

"Hey, sweetheart. There's... someone- something! I need to take care of. I'll be back in a good ten minutes. Love you." Blonde said quickly changing up her words and tone to make it seem what she was about to do was more innocent than it really was.

With a snap of her fingers, following behind her was a group of seven War Dogs Battle Droids. Exosuit covered droids that were as strong as a wookie and were completely cut off from the holonet to keep from being remotely sliced. They wore tattered cloaks and in their hands held very large assault rifles that emphasized people shouldn't mess with them. As for Miss Blonde she too wore a tattered cloak over her clean business suit with her gas mask strapped to her face. On her back she had her favorite weapon known simply as Delilah, and that would be introduced later.

Stepping through the gross streets of this place she made her way to the bar with haste. Once there she quickly straightened herself up and took herself out of loving girlfriend mode and back to being Miss Blonde, the cold and ruthless crime lord who was here to remind someone that it was best to not cross her. And that's exactly what Desmond did on Christophsis, cross her. People really needed to learn that actions had consequences. So she approached the front door and a bouncer droid held up his hand to her.

"Hey there buddy where do you-" That was all he could say before Blonde snapped her fingers and it's head did a full 360, sparking and snapping until it popped off and it's mechanical body fell to the ground.

After that display of violence was over, Miss Blonde walked into the bar and her eyes found the man who had crossed her. Once she had, Miss Blonde opened up a hand and a droid quickly placed a loaded shotgun into it. Taking the weapon she cocked it and flipped the safety off before aiming it upwards and firing. The blast rang out loud and everyone stared at her and the seven very large droids that had entered the establishment.

"You." Blonde said as her finger pointed directly at Desmond.

"Everyone else out." Blonde was quite deadly serious. Her droids cocked their weapons then aimed at the crowd of techies and vagabonds.

"Now." Yup, they started leaving.

[member="Darth Abyss"] [member="Desmond C'artyom"]

 

[Darth Abyss]

Most of his focus rested on his men, which were still dragging containers out of the shuttles behind them, as he had to make sure that the rather expensive and rare tech they had loaded were neither stolen nor damaged. He almost missed the words spoken by [member="Miss Blonde"], and it took him a very long moment to process them. It wasn't like it was something new that she had business to take care of, but something was odd. Another long moment later it clicked. Blonde had never been here, and as far as he could tell she found this whole thing far less fascinating than him, so what by the force was she taking care of?

"Make sure that the shuttles and the cargo is secure."

His commanding officer offered a quick salute before barking a few orders to the rest of the crew which all either raised their weapons or continued to load out the cargo. Without waiting any longer, Abyss followed behind the last glimpse of Blonde and her droids. After wandering behind her, in a quick pace but without running, he finally reached the broken droid body that had been the bouncer of the bar. He simply shook his head, unsure why she was going of the rails like this, when all they came here for was to make some adjustments to the settlement. Not that he cared much, and even if he would've, he still trusted her enough to believe that there was a good reason for all this.

As he stepped in the bar, he was meet by a crowd of droids, cyborgs and general tech junkies that were leaving the establishment with a certain sense of panic. When the people around him faded, he could see her, aiming a shotgun at a Chiss he felt like he had meet or at least seen before, but he wasn't certain. All he knew was that the man had done something that angered Blonde, and that was generally speaking a pretty bad situation to be in.

While he found it displeasing that she already spread chaos before he was able to get to work, he didn't made an attempt to intervene. She clearly had her reasons, and the way he knew her, she didn't planned on actually killing the man, but rather that she would scare the hell out of him and then offer him a very one sided deal that he couldn't refuse. For what it was worth, he would at least be able to watch a good show.

[member="Desmond C'artyom"]

 

[Desmond C'artyom]

Desmond walked through the crowd of Dancers, still trying to find the man who had told him to stay away from the machines. He needed to know why he was passing up on one of the best trips of his life. Part of him said ignore the fool and go have fun, but his gut said otherwise. So, he continued through the crowd in a hopeless search. He had just gotten punched in the face by one of the high ravers, when khark got real. Several combat droids and a petite woman entered the bar. The woman raised a gun into the air and fired. Most people began screaming, a few hit the ground, but, the ones plugged into the machines seemed to scarcely notice at all. One hell of a trip Desmond thought to himself as he surveyed the situation.

The crowd was running for any exit they could find and Desmond was losing his cover. Fast. Then someone grabbed the Chiss by the arm. “This way, come on!” The hooded figure shouted over the screams of the crowd. Desmond followed reluctantly. It was that or get gunned down by the goons. They leaped behind the bar and the hooded figure threw open a small trapdoor. It seemed to lead to a cellar. Probably where the booze was kept. Des took one last look over the bar and realized it was none other than Miss Boujee Blonde Come after yours truly. Des always knew he was irresistible, but this seemed a tad to much. “Come on, hurry!” The hooded man shouted from below. And Des dropped down to the cellar beneath.

Desmond stuck a security spike into the cellar doors locking mechanism and jammed it. It would slow them down, but knowing the heat Miss Blonde packed probably not for long. Desmond turned from the door and finally faced his “Guardian Angel”. “Who are you?” He asked as his cybernetic optics adjusted to the light. The hooded figure removed his robes and he was revealed to be a droid. “I am from Abregado-Rae. I was sent here to find out what makes this settlement so appealing to our kind,” He turned and began to make his way down the cellar “Hurry!” He said anxiously.

Desmond followed in close pursuit. He did not want to be around when the war dogs showed up. They stopped at another door and the droid’s hand produced a small probe which he inserted into the lock. They were allowed admittance and Des found that the cellar seemed to lead to a series of sewers. “Right, and I take it those VR machines are what make this Sheb hole so appealing,” Des said knowingly. “Yes, but they also instill a sense of obedience. They are more of a subtle form of mind control,” That was it for Desmond this place was mad. Once he got to a more secure area he was going to call an exfil out of here.

[member="Darth Abyss"]
[member="Miss Blonde"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

Miss Blonde watched as the chaos unfolded and everyone started leaving in a panic. Fortunately her trained eyes kept on Desmond while everyone found other avenues of exit into the streets of this run down hellhole. While Miss Blonde waited for the herd to thin, she watched as a strange cloaked figure grabbed the young Chiss and dove behind the bar and concealed himself with cover. It was a smart move when dealing with her, it was always safer for people to just run rather than feed their own ego and chat with her. Though whether he liked it or not, they'd be talking really soon.

With the shotgun still primed and ready to go, Blonde's mask detected their life signs and could use that scanner to see they had moved under the bar and into some kind of cellar. That was disappointing, really it was. Letting out a sigh she casually walked behind the bar and tried to open the hatch. It was locked tight, but thankfully she had a master key. Cocking open the breach on the shotgun and she checked the shell, it was a solid fifty caliber slug that would make short work of the hatch. With the clacking of the of the shotgun's action, she aimed it at the lock and pulled the trigger. The recoil hit her small body hard, but what with her being an experienced shooter it all absorbed relatively well. As for the lock, that didn't absorb the slug well at all. The solid piece of metal blew the hatch wide open causing it to hang off its hinges.

"You four." Blonde pointed over to four of her War Dogs.

"Bring the Chiss to me alive. Kill the other one." With her orders given, the droids nodded and started jumping into the breach.

One by one the four droids entered the cellar with their weapons drawn and tactical flashlights on. The hunt was on and they were following behind Desmond at a rapid pace, they had him locked on their scanners and were giving chase. As for Miss Blonde, once the droids cleared the cellar she looked around the bar and thought it was a pretty okay establishment. It was a place she would of gone when she was eighteen.

That's why she reached into her pocket and pulled a napalm grenade, pulled the pin, and then dropped it into the hole. Blonde wasn't eighteen anymore. She was a grown ass woman and she's build a monument where this once stood as a reminder to people of who the kark she was. With the flames engulfing the cellar, Blonde grabbed the most expensive bottle of alcohol and two glasses. With them she walked back out the front door as the cellar started to explode with all those bottles of highly flammable alcohol down bellow.

"Hey babe." Blonde said as she and her droids walked out past Darth Abyss.

"You, over here." Blonde said to one of the War Dogs that grabbed a tray as they left. He quickly slung his rifle and held the tray as if he was a butler.

Placing the cups on the tray, Blonde popped the bottle and poured two glasses of Corellian whisky, a delicacy even compared to these filthy swine's standards.

"I got you a drink." She said ever so casually as if there wasn't a burning building behind her.

Thankfully there was no threat of the fire spreading, it was a controlled burn and Miss Blonde was making sure of that via the force. Very subtle manipulation of energy to keep the flames contained.

"So what's next?"

[member="Darth Abyss"] [member="Desmond C'artyom"]

 

[Darth Abyss]

With a smile Abyss reached for the drink that [member="Miss Blonde"] had picked up for them. Corellian Whysik, she knew him well enough to know his favourite drink by now. Normally he would rush after the Chiss, and take him back to Blonde. Not only to make her happy, but because he remembered why the man was so familiar. He had seen his face on a bounty list, and for that he knew to which group he belonged. It was worrying, as the space fascists rarely stayed alone for long. Malachor was not yet ready to stand against the whole remnant, should this Chiss be important enough to them to send morr than a handful of ships for extraction. So it would be important to make sure that he wouldn't get to safety, giving them pawn to barter for the freedom of the free cities.

"Easy. This city is unique in many ways, and someone who knows that well enough can use that to control it."

He chuckled and sipped from his drink, while he walked out of the deserted bar and on the streets, heading for the first droid he could find. The damaged protocol droid lacked his right arm, but his left was busy with making repairs on his own body. When the sith lord stopped in front of him, he lifted his head, the one still functional optical sensor glowing at Abyss in a dim light. It was hard to read droids, but he was still able to pick up on the slight fear in his face when he recognized the mask on the siths face.

"Spread the word, friend. There is a fugitive in town, a Chiss belonging to the Imperial remnant, with a large bounty on his head. Make sure that anyone in town knows his position, and force him to move to the hub."

The fear dropped from the droids face when he realized that Abyss had not come here for him. With a erratic nod, followed by the sound malfunctioning servos the droid linked his head to a set of cables on the ground. A second later a signal was shoot through the digital world that moved through the whole town, raising awareness of the situation in anyone jacked into the network right now. The chiss would have a hard time getting anywhere quickly.

"Come, we cut of his way."

With the drink in his hand Abyss began to walk, slowly and relaxed, towards the center of the settlement. There the hub could be found, nightclub, power plant and main server farm at once. Through the chaos that Abyss message would create, the Chiss would have to run through the darkest corners which would take some time, while he and Blonde could have a stroll through the town and a relaxed drink and would still reach it before the Chiss.

[member="Desmond C'artyom"]

 

[Desmond C'artyom]

Desmond and the droid entered the sewers with haste. The door slid shut behind them and Desmond noted the sloshing of water beneath his boots. The place smelled even worse than above ground and Des swore he saw something move. The war droids were hot on their tail and Des knew it. He withdrew his stealth cloak and threw it over his shoulders. The Reflec would stop any sensors, but as for his droid friend, he had nothing. He could only hope the droid’s hadn't picked up on his frequency.. The droid’s photoreceptors lit up to produce a small light with which they could see ahead. Then they slowly began to make his way forward. Desmond observed their surroundings in utter disgust. The water was a murky green, tendrils of goo hung from the ceilings and to top it all off there were rats everywhere. It made the Chiss almost wish the droid had left the lights off.

After a short walk the droid approached what seemed to be a random wall. He made a series of knocks that Des interpreted as morse code for “Let me in Dirt Bag” and the door slid open. Des threw his hood over his head and entered the seedy underground warehouse. Hundreds of droids and humans danced the night away to the latest beat. Several of the VR machines lined the walls. There were hundreds of them, some with what appeared to be decaying corpses in them. But, the people here were completely unaware, as if they were caught in a trance… Des approached a nearby terminal and plugged himself in. “Help me [member="Sanya Val Swift"], You’re my only hope!” It was a short code he sent out in binary. He had no time to encrypt it, but hopefully it would go through.

Then he heard someone scuffling behind him “Hey you!” and Des knew the shout was directed at him. He stuffed his hands in his pocket and turned slowly. His droid friend had been taken hostage by a big burly looking droid with a DL-18 pointed right at his head. “You’re wanted, come quietly and no one gets hurt,” the droid said in its monotone voice. In the blink of an eye Des withdrew his hunting pistol and synced with it’s scope. He was one with the gun. Every millisecond spent raising the pistol the scope sent a hundred different bullet trajectory courses through his head. He aimed at the enemy droid and fired. The las round melted the droids cranium and a series of sparks and bolts went flying everywhere.

The Droid friend fell free with a gasp, but they now had even bigger problems. The crowd had completely turned its attention to Des and his friend. They did not flinch as Des pointed the pistol at them, they scarcely even moved. But, even more horrifying was how the corpses had seemingly reanimated. While their flesh was dead their cybernetics weren’t. It was then that Des realized, they had walked right into a hive of mind controlled machines. He withdrew a scattergun from his cloak with one hand and tossed the pistol to his counterpart with the other. They began firing aimlessly into the crowd. BANG. BANG. BANG.

[member="Miss Blonde"]
[member="Darth Abyss"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

War Dogs were relentless machines designed for a singular purpose, to kill. So when they were given a task to capture someone, they would follow through. But they still had that core programming that was lethality embedded deep within. So while they were tracking the two through the sewers they kept moving tracking using the footprints left by the droid and Chiss, grimy spots of mud smeared by boots lead them right to a wall where the prints disappeared signaling that they were indeed on the other side of the barrier. The lead droid stepped up and placed a charge on the wall before ordering his squad to stack up and prepare.

"Fire in the hole." the droid said in its emotionless voice.

The wall exploded and Des would be able to see behind the crowd in front of him, the large explosion of rocks and shrapnel flying and impacting bystanders along with the bouncer clinging to the ground attempting to crawl to safety. The four War Dogs stepped inside and the lead one casually strode up to the bouncer and with one swift and decisive movement brought their Durasteel foot down on their head with loud crunch of impact.

"Set." The droid said aloud to his comrades.

"Moving." Another responded to him.

"Move." And then it happened.

Raising up their automatic rifles the droids started mowing down the patrons in the club. Shells were unloaded as the assault rifles blazed killing or destroying those in front of them. The War Dogs were instructed to bring Des back alive, Blonde didn't think there would be people down here. So they reverted back to their primary programming when encountering them. Kill until they find him.

One of the droids slung their rifle and quickly drew an automatic blaster pistol. It's eyes locked on the active shooter that was Desmond, he raised up the pistol and started to spray into the crowd of bodies between he and the Chiss. Rushing as fast as its servos could push, the War Dog was dropping plenty of people and droids to get to where Desmond was. The entire room was simply chaotic, between Blonde's killer machines, the hive mind, and Desmond. This was going to turn out interesting.

"Move forward!" the squad leader yelled out as he loaded a fresh clip into the rifle.

Above ground, things were a different story. Blonde and Abyss were having a great time. With a drink in her hand, she went through the normal motions of tubes and filters in order to have a sip. Blonde even locked arms with Abyss as they had a casual stroll through the town. It's multiple tents, shabby buildings, and box forts had sort of a rustic charm to them. Droids and few organics moved through the streets, and Blonde could see why Abyss liked this place so much. Would she ever really like this place? God no, but she understood why Abyss did. Plus it was nice to do couple stuff like this, well what was couple stuff for them at least.

Her head rested on Abyss' deltoid as she dropped her empty glass on the ground with a shatter. Her right arm would be holding on to his forearm as he escorted her through the small city. This was normal for them, burning buildings, mass shootings, chasing after Chiss with bounties on them. Say what you want but Blonde and Abyss were a cute couple who enjoyed the others company even in times like this.

"We should watch a movie tonight. I was thinking maybe one of those old clone wars era films. They might be hundreds of years old but they still hold up." Yes, there was a burning bar behind them as this conversation went down.

[member="Darth Abyss"] [member="Desmond C'artyom"]

 

[Darth Abyss]

Dreamchambers used without proper personal to check on the users had a effect that was as terrifying as it was fascinating. Only in the right environment the brainwashing would fully take effect, but without it the people using them would simply degenerate, lose their sense for reality, a large part of their sanity and also allow the bodies to fall into decay. That made them no less dangerous or aggressive when a bounty came around, as it was very money consuming addiction to have.

Many droids lost some limps and the shootout between Blonds wardogs and the Chiss plus the unknown helper he had at his side. But they still didn't pulled back, because they either were to far gone to care, or still smart enough to know that there wasn't much room for the Chiss to avoid what was coming to him. Filling the room with blaster bolts, slugs and other projectiles, the crowd moved in on the two, trying to force them on the surface where Abyss and [member="Miss Blonde"] would already wait to cut his path of again.

On the surface Abyss was fairly enjoying himself and Blonds company, looking around him to take in the more interesting parts of the town. The closer it was to the hub, the less broken and poor the inhabitants were, and in the small huts and houses around them were numerous small shops that offered a wide variety of things. Most revolved around tech and weapons, sometimes maintenance for both droids and cybernetics, scavengers which used the ship Wracks of Malachor to build new ships and vehicles and even a few more obscure ones that sold all kinds of technology that was to deranged to find a place anywhere else.

Abyss took the last sip of his drink, and like Blonde he allowed it to shatter on the ground. She knew him well, and her choice of film was one that actually interested him. Normally he was more of a documentary person, but with Blonde he would probably enjoy something a bit more normal.

"Sounds great. I really like old things."

He chuckled, as it was both the truth and a joke about the fact that she was almost twice his age, while the hub became clearly visible on the edge of his vision. His right reached for the hilt of his saber, as they slowly closed in on the entrance on ground level.

"He should run out there any minute now. Stay ready, I am sure this will be funny."

[member="Desmond C'artyom"]

 

[Sanya Val Lerium]

Enemy - [member="Miss Blonde"]
Neutral - [member="Darth Abyss"]
Allie - [member="Desmond C'artyom"]

Gear

Spoiler

Only going to post this once
anya's mask
Royal circlet
Black rose trench coat
Timbre armor
Sanya's sabers - Sanya's saber stick
Tactical fighting blade

Maria

Rhen vah was a cold inhospitable world, but it held memories. So many memories. She stumbled into her ship shivering and covered in snow. Her feet would stomp on the floor getting the white powder off her boots. Walking further into the ship she removed the wampa fur pelts and stuffed them into the netting above. *bleep... bleep... bleep.* the sound continued coming from the cockpit of the gunship. She went in seeing Maria in the same place as before like it had hardly moved. "Maria answer that for me." "Help me sanya Val swift your my only hope." She didn't recognize the voice but the number was very similar to the imperials. She sat into the pilots seat powering up systems, maria helped as a co pilot flicking certain switches she'd have to reach for normally. The gunship lifted from the ground tilting from the harsh winds rhen car had to offer. Spinning the ship around it began to fly with the current of the wind and rocketing up from the worlds serface. As she broke the atmosphere she turned on the long range transmitter to send out to any of the near by imperials. "This is Queen Val Swift of the Sekallien empire. I am sending you a transmission I have received regarding one of your own. Since I'm uncertain of the situation I'll be going to investigate. My presumption is you will be wanting to do the same. I'm placing a becon on myself so that you can locate me on the world of malacore V." Along with the transmission she had resived the become id was also sent.

Inputting the co-ordinates her ship entered hyperspace. It was a sight she loved seeing when she was young. Now with almost every jump it led to something with unfortunate events. This she presumed was one of them. It was bizzar she was contacted. She'd had little influence in the imerials actually she was a nobody to them. Was it simply a name recognised from files and she was the closest? It was a possibility. Although the man did sound panicked and rushed. Soon she'd have answers of what's going on and why her, soon she'd be there on the dark world of never ending chaos.

 

[Graf's Archive Account]

Mere minutes after the Malachor Massacre had started; The Downfall, a heavily modified Delta-class T-3c shuttle, intercepted a transmission hailing from Special Agent [member="Desmond C'artyom"]. It was the ship responsible for exfiltrating the agent during his mission there, provided from Imperial Intelligence itself. As soon as the messenger was confirmed to be the agent, it made the jump to hyperspace towards the dead world as fast as its advanced hyperdrive would permit it. Soon afterwards it would appear out of deep space near the planet, its sleek black profile contrasting nicely against the stars.

Inside the main troop hold of the shuttle was a squad of six elite Imperial Death Troopers, part-time bodyguards of Director Travis Caalgen and part-time Intelligence Enforcers, but full-time killing machines. The leader of said squad, signified by the onyx pauldron on his shoulder, used the integrated communicator in his helmet to send a highly encrypted message directly to the agent. "EXFILTRATION METHOD ON SITE." It would say. The squad would move from their idle sitting positions to standing in front of the landing ramp in a two-column formation next to each other.

Folding its stabilizers, the shuttlecraft hovered over the ground and the landing ramp dropped for the squad to jump down onto the dirt and begin firing at any droid or human in sight, a mixture of securing the EZ and tying up loose ends. The squad would communicate with each other through their helmet comms which automatically scrambled speech to those listening in on unauthorized comms or those within hearing distance. The Imperial Death Troopers gripped their E-11Ds firmly and waited for the Special Agent to make his appearance so they could escape without any outside intervention.

[member="Miss Blonde"] | [member="Darth Abyss"] | [member="Sanya Val Swift"] ​

 

[Desmond C'artyom]

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0sB3Fjw3Uvc[/media]​

Desmond and friend continued to fire into the crowd of machines, but they simply kept coming. Click clack BANG. Des fired point blank into one of the decaying monstrosities. He turned around frantically looking for a way to escape. Then he spied a catwalk that led to the upper levels of the club. He began his descent, but as he did so he heard his counterparts dying screams. Des risked a glance over his shoulder to watch as the droid was ripped to pieces. “GO! TELL THEM!! WARN THE GALA- AGHHHHH!!!” And with that the droid was ended. Desmond shook his head in dismay at the loss of his companion, but vowed not to let the droid die in vain. He continued up the ladder and made it to the top of the cat walk.

Then the ground shook as an explosion went off nearby. The four war droids entered the club and began firing into the crowd. They might slow the war machines down, but not for long. Desmond turned and fired a few pot shots at the droids, but at this range, with a scattergun their was only so much he could hit. He ran forward and reloaded as he did so. Multiple laser lights were attached to the cat walks and Desmond smashed each light, with a swift, hard kick. The heavy lights fell to the ground and crushed countless occupants as they landed with a SMASH.

The Chiss abandoned the endeavor as the first of the horde made its way up the ladder. He had used too much time on the lights. He aimed and fired. The droid went flying to the ground below. Desmond turned back and began to make his way upwards once more. A man stood blocking his way, but just beyond, Desmond could make out a set of rungs leading to the city above. He took aim, fired, and nothing happened. Empty. He had used the last of his shells. He charged forward and kicked the man in the leg. Hard. The fellows knee contorted at an awkward angle from the blow and Desmond hit him with a left hook that sent him sprawling to the ground below.

Des ran onward and began climbing the rungs to the surface. He pushed hard on the manhole above and it came loose with a grinding noise. He climbed out of the underground club/hive and found himself in a nicer part of town. Small shops lined the streets and the shanty town that had been before was now made up of larger residence. Then Desmond spotted it. Salvation. A Imperial shuttle landed, nothing but yards away. Desmond ran towards the vessel worse for ware. His cloak was ripped and gashes scored his body from the likes of the horde. He boarded the shuttle and gave the squad leader the all clear.


“Get Director Caalgen on the comms. I have discovered something that will be a break through in Imperial pacification,”

[member="TK-598"]
[member="Sanya Val Swift"]
[member="Darth Abyss"]
[member="Miss Blonde"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

A few minutes had passed after Desmond made his rousing escape towards the surface, and down bellow things had begun to settle down. But settle down was a gentle term to what actually happened. One of the club's patrons hid in a corner as she watched the War Dogs finish off any stragglers and wounded individuals on the ground with brutal efficiency. The smoking barrels of their rifles gleamed a soft orange in the dim light of the club as they moved past the scores of dead. They were positively filthy, covered in everything from blood to oil and even fecal matter from the sewers, but that didn't stop them. Blonde's mechanical soldiers still had a job to do, and they were going to get it done. One way or the other. Now that things were clear, the droids moved their way upwards and once they were topside they could clearly see that Desmond was loading into shuttle that had imperial death-troopers firing at whatever it was they could. It wasn't the most tactically sound move they could make, but whatever floats their boat.

"Units A54, requesting support. Units C1-30 and X47, target the shuttle. Weapon designation Scrap Maker." The head droid said as he and his comrades emerged from the hole in the earth.

"Confirmed, targeting now." The sounds of mechanical whirling kicked up and descending from one of Blonde's shuttles were two War Dogs holding very large missile tubes designed to knock birds out of the sky.

With the Death-Troopers busy shooting whatever random civilian, the two droids had a clear line of sight to lock on the shuttle and then fire. The twin rockets would sore over the towns tents and shacks headed directly towards the Remnant shuttle, each missile of course had the potential to pierce through the armor of an AT-AT, a starship would be slim pickings.

"I'm not that old, jerk." Blonde playfully punched Abyss' arm as the rockets fired from the droids screamed past the two of them.

"You wanna kill some imperials or sit here and watch? I mean I'm happy to do either, but knowing them and their collectively small junks and inflated egos, they'll overreact and call in a star destroyer. So in my professional opinion I think it's best to murder them all before that comes to pass. You know how they get." Blonde still stood there watching as the locals and her droids were caught up in a firefight with the Remnant.

The two of them who who arguably the strongest people there had yet to do anything besides walk around, have a drink, and then discuss what movie to watch tonight while cuddling. If they had chosen to do so, they could of easily killed Desmond, his Death Trooper buddies, and pretty much whoever else had shown up without the force at their beck and call. But that wasn't Blonde's style, she wasn't the type of person who wanted to kill someone in an instance. She'd rather be sensible and talk about things before murder happened. Usually at least.

"I was also thinking we could maybe get Atrisian tonight." Blonde said commenting over dinner plans.

[member="Darth Abyss"] [member="Desmond C'artyom"] [member="Sanya Val Swift"] [member="TK-598"]

 

[Darth Abyss]

Attacking the people of Malachor was a bold move. Not because some of them were brainwashed, but because many if not most of them actually believed in what they had build here. In the cities of the free was no place for groups like the imperial remnant, and the sooner they would understand that the better. As the first blaster bolts hailed through the air, knocking down confused bystanders, it looked like the streets cleared out, with people hiding from the approaching forces. In truth they merely waited for the right moment. They knew their town in and out, and while shootings and crime was common around here, outsiders weren't allowed to participate.

"Kark of, fascist scum."

The war cry echoed between the huts and structures, as a young girl, not older than sixteen, half of her body outfitted with heavy cybernetic augmentations stepped out on the street, a highly modified or even custom made repeater rifle in her hands. What followed was the firework of the most unusual or downright weird weaponry on this side of the galaxy. From behind every corner, behind every wall, blasterbolts, slugs, projectiles, selfmade explosives, stones and rubble was thrown at the approaching troops. The population had no armor or shield to guard them, but they all were ready to die for their freedom. After all freedom was why they were all here on Malachor V.

"Sounds good. I guess you know a place?"

Turning away from [member="Miss Blonde"], Abyss activated his comm, sending a message to all his bases scattered across the planet. Normally protocol would order him to identify himself, but right now they could probably make an exception.

"I want every pirate, every smuggler, every idiot with anything that even remotely resembles a ship on my payroll up in the orbit. If a ship even looks imperial, I want it stopped, isolated and escorted to the surface. Should someone resist, I want them scattered into pieces. Prophet out."

Without even waiting for an answer Abyss rushed forward, the hilt of his red glowing blade firmly held by his right and a handheld scatter gun in his left. In the same moment ships all around Malachor, or in the black market build in the remnants of stardestroyer in the planets orbit, prepared for takeoff, ready to execute the sith Lords orders.

While he wasn't going slow, there was still something relaxed about Abyss pace as he closed in on the approaching soldiers, using the blade in his right to redirect or at least block the incoming bolts, while firing his gun. The small weapon was loaded with projectiles designed to exploded into a shrapnel fog, once they hit a target. When the dark figure made its way over the battlefield, the fire of the population began to focus, aiming so that he could traverse towards their enemies without fearing a bullet in his back. Many of them feared him, but they also respected him as the dark guardian that watched over the people of Malachor V.



[member="Desmond C'artyom"] [member="TK-598"] [member="Sanya Val Swift"]

 

[Sanya Val Lerium]

Enemy - [member="Miss Blonde"]

Neutral - [member="Darth Abyss"]

Allies -[member="Desmond C'artyom"] Ξ [member="TK-598"]


The ship left hyperspace looking over the blackened world. There was very few places on this rock anyone lived. She began to scan for anomalies. Anything out of the ordinary. Funnily enough that took but seconds. Not only did a city light up like a sector on coruscant but the energy readings were bizarre. She also picked up an imperial type shuttle making a it's way to the city. The engines where pushed to max picking up speed rapidly as the descended to the world. Wasting no time the gunship sped towards the shuttle. As she was very close in minutes she left the controls in the hands of Maria. "Land it close and out of sight. I'll call for you when I need you." "Yes madame." The droid responded.

The ramp lowered as sanya neared the edge. Facing in towards the ship, her arms lifted up to her side as she fell backwards. Her body would rotate till facing the same direction as the ship went in. Suddenly she gained a boost of speed that propelled her forwards from the jet pack but still descending. The loud thud of her boots rung out on the outer Hull of the imperial shuttle. Bursting into a sprint she ran the length as the two missiles launched. The moment her left foot reached the leadge sanya leaped into the air once more launched up by the jetpack but with the aid of the jets in the legs of the armor. Arms extended towards the missiles sending them off the target causing them to hit buildings on the left and right.

Her body fell quickly after. The landing was softened by the repulaors but still left a mark on the ground. Looking at the men in shiny black armor she raised up. With a smirk under the mask. For once she was with people who could actually use guns and hold their own. "Cover me or dont. These droids may prove troublesome for the lot of us if they aren't taken care of." She spoke with a distorted voice created by the mask. Slowly she bagan to advance straight down the forward in a walk. Hopeful her display of ruining their plans to take out the shuttle grabbed their attention of the approaching threat to it's mechanical existence.

 

[Desmond C'artyom]

Desmond C’artyom watched through the shuttle doors as the Death Troopers continued to ruthlessly slay any and all near the craft. Des didn't want to miss out on the fun so he hopped on the mounted machine gun and began firing at anything that moved. But, suddenly twin rockets began racing towards Des’s escape craft. Feth ran through Des’s mind as the rockets drew ever nearer. Then as a saving grace Des spotted what appeared to be a small meteorite headed straight for them. It was revealed to be none other than Sanya herself. In a tremendous show of power she used the force to divert the rockets and save the day.

“Yeah! Take that you Sleemo’s!” Des let out a cheer as the rockets exploded harmlessly in the air. The shops became peppered with laser holes as he continued to spray the crowd mercilessly. Then all became silent, until finally a girl appeared she started a war cry that soon reverberated through the rest of the locals. Soon Des was met with return fire from multiple sources. He lit the sixteen year old up and she fell to the ground leaking bodily fluids. That's when the Chiss spotted it. A red crimson blade. A Sith had joined the fight on the side of the Machines. Des had to think of something, and fast. It didn't take long for him to figure it out. The whole place was connected via local grid. If Des could get to one of those machines he could hack into it and take control. He surveyed the situation and spotted Abyss’s shuttle. “TK cover me, i’m going after that ship!” But first, Des went into the shuttle and withdrew more ammunition.

He activated his stealth cloak and became almost completely invisible. He snuck back out of the ship and began to make his way down the street. Laser fire filled the air and while Desmond was invisible he still had to try hard not to get shot. He made his way through the pock marked streets and snuck past a crowd of shooters. He almost made it to Abyss’s ship when he spotted the guards. He snuck up on the first and pulled out his stun knife. He gently placed a hand over the man's mouth and slid the knife across his throat.

The other guard turned to see his comrade being murdered and raised his weapon. But, in the blink of an eye Des threw the knife and it landed directly in the fellow's throat. Des released his hold on the corpse and it fell to the ground limply. He walked to the machine and activated the interface. It requested a password for which he flooded the console with a series of binary codes. It overrode the password and he was granted access to the scripting prompt. Des linked his datapad and began to upload his own script

C:/ 10001111111100001100010001111111111111000001001101010000000

Uploading Imperial overirde…
Now Desmond simply had to let it load… Hopefully no one would notice until it was too late.

[member="Sanya Val Swift"]
[member="Darth Abyss"]
[member="Miss Blonde"]
[member="TK-598"]

 

[Darth Abyss]

The moment [member="Desmond C'artyom"] tried to infiltrate the network, several red dots would light up all over his body, as multiple figures revealed themselves from inside the ship, all armed with sniper rifles. Killing some goons was easy, but Abyss never traveled without at least a handful members of his Inner Eye , a group of ex one sith intelligence officers skilled in anything ranging from stealth, sabotage over to the art of very precisely shooting bullets into people from very far away. When they heard what was going on over comm, most of them retreated back into the shuttles to keep an eye on the cargo, while the rest took position on the rooftops around them. A fairly old man walked out of one of the shuttles, a shotgun hanging losley on his side, a not yet light cigarette in his mouth.

"Pretty dumb move kid, at least if you ask me."

With his left he reached for a lighter, and burned the top end of his cigarette, taking a long drag before raising the gun at the Chiss. At the same time another one of them followed, linking a small handheld terminal into the network to either stop, or at least monitor the attempt of breaking their system.

"If I were you, I would just give up and turn myself in honestly. The Prophet can be a pretty reasonable guy, at least as long you don't destroy everything he has worked for."

The man took another step closer, his sharpshooters ready to fire any second should the Chiss make a wrong move.

"Or just run. We are tasked with keeping the cargo and the network save, not with hunting and killing you. Also in the rather unlikely case that you actually manage to hack our network, what do you think will happen next? Very few people anger a sith lord and survive for more than a few days."

[member="Miss Blonde"] [member="TK-598"] [member="Sanya Val Swift"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

One thing that Desmond didn't realize was that the four droids from before were still tracking him, and their eyes were firmly on him. So they saw him grab his invisibility cloak and get to stepping. From there it was as simple as just following the footprints in the dirt, even with all the chaos going on around them, their advanced droid brains were able to follow the pattern of steps as the Chiss moved from one location to the next. So when the two guards went down it only confirmed his location. With the droids right behind him, Desmond was preoccupied trying to take control of the network, but by then it would be too late. The four War Dogs stood behind Desmond cutting off his only avenue of escape. The Chiss had also had apparently played into the hands of Abyss what with his squad of men surrounding him.

"Bounty confirmed. Desmond. Less than lethal measured confirmed." .The head droid said with a cold and ruthless voice.

One of the droids quickly raised its blaster pistol set to stun and pointed it directly at the Chiss. There was a slight pause but before the machine could pull the trigger, a single voice was let out.

"Wait." The voice of Miss Blonde shot out towards the droid before it could pull the trigger.

"Desmond, come on buddy. Is all this really necessary? I never wanted to kill or capture you, just have a small chat. Now you've brought your friends in the mix so I'm gonna have to kill them and any witnesses, and then I'm gonna have to kill anyone who comes looking for them. Now I understand I might of come off as a bit abrasive, but that's no excuse to act the way you did. So let's talk this out like civilized people." Blonde said as she stepped up into the shuttle.

"Or I could just break you here and now. Then I'll take a few bombs and visit the good people of the Empire, insight rebellion, raid planets, kill people, you've seen what i'm capable of. The choice is yours." Blonde said not really caring how Desmond wanted to do this.

The way she saw it was the Imperials were fighting a losing battle. They could stay here with five death troopers and a shuttle with a disgraced former Sith. Fight an entire army, Blonde, Abyss, and droids and hope they weren't all dead before back up showed up. It was a losing situation through and through.

"So what's it gonna be Desmond? War or peace?" She was businesswoman and she much rather preferred to keep things lucrative between everyone.

While Desmond deserved a scolding, the Imperial Remnant was still a very lucrative customer. She sold the best stormtrooper armor in the Galaxy and she was willing to sell her stock wholesale at a hefty discount. Why fight when you can make money?

[member="TK-598"] [member="Desmond C'artyom"] [member="Darth Abyss"] [member="Sanya Val Swift"]

 

[Graf's Archive Account]

From what had started as a simple extraction turned into a full-blown firefight. The inhabitants of Malachor were fighting against the Imperials trying to actually get the hell out of there, yet their civilian grade weaponry was no match for the firepower of the elite Imperial Death Troopers. Body after body of droids and beings alike fell with blasts from squad's fierce E-11Ds, C-25 fragmentation grenades flew over the heads of the crowd and killed many in explosions of fire and shrapnel.

The shuttle that the squad of Death Troopers had arrived in had begun to fire into the crowd with its forward-mounted and wing-tipped laser cannons. TK-598 yelled after the retreating form of the Agent "WE NEED TO GET YOU OUT OF HERE!" but the agent had already left. The squad leader yelled scrambled orders to his five other squadmates and they backpedaled up the landing ramp while they blasted away at the crowd. The landing ramp remained lowered while the shuttle lifted off, its shields deflecting much of the blaster fire directed at it.

Soaring over the many settlements, the shuttle came just before where Darth Abyss' shuttlecraft had landed long before, and began to rapidly fire on gas-masked scoundrel and her forces. Explosions would erupt around and hopefully on them, distracting the enemy long enough for Special Agent C'artyom to escape.

[member="Desmond C'artyom"] | [member="Miss Blonde"] | [member="Darth Abyss"] | [member="Sanya Val Swift"]