Public Culling at its finest

[Ravenous]

The pungent smell of oil tore through the air as Ravenous bore a deathly gaze into his operations below. He endlessly fiddled with his glass of Corellian Ale as he continued to survey his foundry from his command tower high above where he enjoyed relative isolation from the galaxies troubles. The ceaseless clanging of hammers, the horrid sound of sizzling metal, These were the things that made Ravenous feel as though he were home or the thing that was closest to it. To think the criminals that he virtually gave life to were trying to take his life...Unforgivable. Not to worry, By the day's end, the blood of Judas will line the streets and stain the walls of those condemned of disloyalty. Ravenous chugged down what remained of his ale before dismantling its atoms with the Force and reassembling them deep inside the walls of his private office.

Ravenous' desk lit up as an incoming call came in, its immaculate timing earning a grin from the Dark Jedi. Ravenous pulled his golden-brown hood over his head as he made his way over to his desk a gloved finger pressing down on the accept call prompt that displayed in the middle of the glass tabletop.

"Speak." Ravenous commanded his cold yet inviting tone apparent without the presence of his mask.

"Im sorry to bother you, Mr. Ravenous." A female voice said a hint of timidness in her voice. "But the...Err- Guests you invited to the factory have arrived." An uncharacteristically wide grin manifested on Ravenous' face as his secretary's report came through. It had become evident that these street thugs and brigands were lead by a "Godfather" of sorts but where this son of a gun was hiding out was still up for debate. To this end, Ravenous had brought onboard some Extra muscle to help locate and execute his latest rival.

"Thank you for informing me. Ensure that our personal do not see these guests as hostiles, And prepare a greeting party at the landing pad." He hated to say it but most of these cutthroats would gut anyone they could get away with so when a group of armed individuals land their ships at the factory there's no telling what manner of excuses his henchmen would come up with. Without waiting for his secretary's response Ravenous ended the call and immediately sent out another towards one of his more distinguished associates.

" A'Sura Den , Those guests I was talking about a few hours ago...They have arrived. I have already dispatched a greeting party and I am on my way as well. I want you to meet me down there."

The Lord of Hunger | Avernus ​

 

[The Lord of Hunger]

Attire: [X] [X] [X]​

A single small vessel, nothing more, nothing less seemed to appear out of nowhere, working it's way through the atmosphere towards the appointed place of meeting. Some small, insignificant factory...well at least it looked that way in the eyes of the masked man sitting in the cockpit of the sleek little Arrow Class Interceptor which he used to travel from his cloaked Valedictorian to avoid creating too much of a scene. After all, if his personal flagship was seen and remotely tied to any and all sorts of dubious interactions, it would give some people all the more reason to hunt down the masked man now calmly making his way down.

The planet in question was largely unknown to the man, even though it apparently sat upon a crossection of hyperlanes, it looked nothing like his own homeplanet Eriadu, which was in somewhat of a similar position. However, the man knew that given the correct man for the job, this planet may flourish all the same as Eriadu did, a potential galactic powerhouse in terms of production, industry and trade, a combination worth fighting over.

Upon arrival, as the cockpit opened, there was no mistake; the air thickened and got colder, anyone weak of mind and frail of body would either scream in terror and run home to suckle on their mother's teet like a newborn babe or fall down into a whimpering mess in the need of a clean pair of pants. However, to the masked man's delight, the welcoming party seemed to consist mainly out of hardened criminals, cutthroats of the lowest, most despicable kind, the 'right' kind. "Gentlemen...gentlemen...where is the man I was supposed to meet with?" A bloodcurdling tone of voice slithered through the voice modulator of the mask the man was wearing, his golden armor despite it's splendor not shining, but seemingly cloaked in shadows emanating from the sith runes upon it. His red robes weaved slightly as he moved, his hood still even if there were a stiff breeze.

"Either you ARE the welcoming party..." A soft, sly chuckle escaped from behind the mask. "Or your employer has seen fit to bring me dinner."

Avernus | Ravenous ​

 

[Imperius]

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O B J E C T I V E: See what goes down; chill out
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THE CONQUEROR​

Location: Factory​

Equipment: Solarion , Gold Armor​

Tag: The Lord of Hunger Ravenous Avernus ​

Imperius stepped out of his personal Interceptor, stretching his arms after the journey in the rather compact TIE. Escorted by The Archangel, Angirius, his flagship, was waiting nearby, just a single jump away. He wasn't here to pick a fight, but it never hurt to be prepared, now did it?
A presence emerged nearby, not one that he recognized- The Dark roar of one The Lord of Hunger , self procaimed Sith Lord. His words made Imperius cock his head, and the Sith called out with his grating, intimidating voice. Hello there, stranger. Despite his slow steps, large strides had quickly put him right besides the other practitioner of the dark side. He had never met the man before, and had not had a negative impression of the man- Yet, the condescension in the whisper was unmistakable. The thugs that comprised the welcome party barely received a dismissive glance. Partaking in conversation with such filth- you don't have much self respect, now do you? For now, Imperius was going to tolerate this man, although respect was something that he would have to earn.

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[A'Sura Den]

Attire/Armor
Tags: Ravenous Imperius The Lord of Hunger Avernus
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A'Sura has been taught by the Jedi that they defend and never attack unless absolutely necessary but in this universe, how things have gotten, the attack is absolutely necessary to bring peace.

With Ravenous his 'Senior' partner, "Yes. Oh and don't call me by my name from now on, don't want them to know. Call me Chaser." He explained that his identity wants to be hidden by them as he believes they need to be trusted. This was his reply to Ravenous as he walked to the lower level of the facility to meet the newcomers.
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With a small welcoming of a dozen people to help serve the new members that have been invited to this gathering, A'Sura was in the middle of them, having his helmet, masking his face being kept known, hands behind his back, and walking with absolute clarity and earnestness. Both men and women, six of each were both behind him. They walked apart from a straight line; women on his left carrying two different beverages: wine and water and men on his right carrying lucrative fruits of great quality, "Greetings gentleman and welcome, my name is Chaser. Welcome to Intrepid Inc. Your employer is on his way and will arrive to personally explain to you why you all are here."

 

[The Lord of Hunger]

Attire:
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It appeared he was indeed not the only one offering his service to the person who had called for aid in the 'removal' of certain opposing elements regarding the wealth and value of the planet in question and its growing industry. The masked man had at the very least expected something like that, what he did not expect though, was to have some other Sith without any knowledge of his nature and vast power disrespect him from the get-go. Though the other was tall and had a strong aura of immense pride and adequate power, it seemed this one had yet to understand just who or rather what he was talking to. To think someone Credius did not know, nor ever even heard of would dare to disrespect him as such simply showed a profound lack of sense and knowledge.

With blazing eyes, the masked man turned his head slowly around towards Imperius wondering wether or not he should make an example of this ...Sith. The Sith Emperor truly wouldn't bat an eye if one of his lesser lords would vanish. Than again, perhaps for now it was best not to risk testing the emperor's ire, given the situation of the empire, they needed every man they could get. Thus with his hand calmly resting upon the hilt of his blade, Credius just tilted his head a bit to the side, letting out a sigh to show his utter disappointment and disgust of this 'angelic' looking man. "Your arrogance truly is without equal, ignorant child."

Alas, teaching the man at the very least a proper lesson in how to address one's betters was apparently not at the order, as soon enough, another arrived to apparently give the two of them a proper welcome. However, Credius' keen senses, a generous part of the mutation he suffered, granted him enough vision to understand that underneath the mask of this... new arrival, hid the stench of a jedi.

Though disgusted by the presence of a member of such dogmatic, narrowminded cult of buffoons, the Sith Lord calmly gave A'Sura Den a nod to show that he acknowledged his presence. However, when the jedi started talking, he instantly irritated Credius greatly. "Chaser, is it?" Calmly taking a step closer and looking at the men and women carrying lavish goods of fruits and beverages, another sigh escaped the masked man's lips, the tip of his right indexfinger tapping calmly upon the pommel of his blade when seemingly in thought for a moment. "I would advise you not to call your master my employer. I am providing a service and your master is simply enjoying the benefit thereof. He is not my employer, he is a client. Nothing more, nothing less...is that understood?"

Tag: Ravenous | A'Sura Den | Imperius ​

 

[Ravenous]

"He is not my employer, he is a client. Nothing more, nothing less...is that understood?"

"He is correct Chaser. I am indeed more a client than an employer. But the details of whether Im an employer or not is irrelevant are they not?" said a metallic voice ripped through the air with incredulous intensity. Behind the statement came a now masked Ravenous with wide open arms as though he were about to hug his new associates. His walking and breathing were clearly labored and his back was slumped over as if it were in pain. His insides cried out in agony and his mind was trapped in a torrent of lust and hunger. His mind and body had grown more unstable these past few months, Yet his power only grew exponentially. Nihilus required constant feeding to retain his knowledge and connection to the Force and now that he was inside Ravenous...He did too.

"Ronz," Ravenous called out his voice rapidly grasping the attention of the male Twi'Lek. "Submit Tu'Saen Kia Nuyak insatiable Alkis ir Buti Vartotijas by Tave abyss," Ravenous said in a voice that sounded more like a screeching whisper than anything coherent. Without even a cursory glance at Ravenous, the Twi'Lek began to slowly move towards Ravenous a look of pure dread contorting his face. Once Ronz stood before him Ravenous' gloved hand gripped the man's face lifting him into the air. Crimson bolts of energy crackled over Ronz's body shrouding him in a reddish-black aura before stripping him of his life Force and leaving him a mangled corpse with darkened veins and pupilless eyes. A wave of red energy flowed over Ravenous as he dropped Ronz having consumed his life Force...Barely even a whisper of the Force inside him.

With his strength renewed Ravenous turned to address his guests a casual stance rendering a glimpse into his mental state.

"Now to introduce myself. I am Ravenous, C.E.O and Founder of Intrepid Inc and master of the dark arts." He cocked his head towards A'Sura Den "And this is my associate Chaser and if Im being quite honest were both very different from each other. But enough about me I believe its time that I get down to business, For I suspect you'd much prefer I "get to the point", Come now we have an extensive amount of work ahead of us."

Not giving them time to reply Ravenous turned his back on his associates as he marched towards the elevator he'd just emerged from.

The Lord of Hunger | Imperius ​

 

[Imperius]

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O B J E C T I V E: Stir up some chit

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THE CONQUEROR​

Location: Factory​

Equipment: Solarion , Gold Armor​

Tag: The Lord of Hunger Ravenous ​

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Ravenous s words made Imperius cock his head, a childlike behavior taking over him. it would be interesting to see what happened next. A weak, parasitic master, so called "master of the dark arts" - and a light Sider called "Chaser". This was going to be interesting. Painting a truly false picture of subordination, he followed the group into the elevator.

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[A'Sura Den]

Attire/Armor
Tags: Ravenous Imperius The Lord of Hunger Avernus​

A'Sura listened to Ravenous, and respected what he had to say. But, honestly, deep down didn't care what the others feel about it. Employers, partners, acquaintances, master or servants, whatever, it is all the same. As long he gets what he wants in the end. "If that's how you want it?" he asked rhetorically the masked man in crimson red robe.

He turned to Ravenous and followed him as with the other associates to the elevator.