Cults and Cathedrals [Primeval Dominion of Ord Janon]

[Armand Temi]

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Ord Janon is a relatively nondescript planet which, for most of its existence, served as a military outpost or Ordinance for various Republic and Separtist interests. It was also a favorite hiding spot for the infamous Pius Dea sect, who enacted the Pius Dea Crusades, which touted humanocentrism and subsequently enslaved or killed hundreds of thousands of alien species in a series of thirty wars.

This barbaric religious cult (hello Primeval!) was eventually eradicated... all except for one small extremist group that settled and flourished on Ord Janon.

Can one fanatic religious cult defeat a rival cult group?​

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Find out in this episode of...​

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Primeval vs. Pius Dea​

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Objective One: Steal Cathedral ships
The largest Regional Depot on Ord Janon is controlled by a gang of humans, sympathetic to the Pius Dea Crusades. The Primeval's assignment is to eliminate these xenocentric holdouts and steal their entire fleet of Cathedral Ships.

Objective Two: Disrupt Slave Activity
These same Pius Dea sympathizers also run a thriving slavery ring where they capture and sell any and all aliens who land on the planet. This assignment is to infiltrate the slave ring and either free or steal the slaves for your own sentient trafficking purposes.

Objective Three: Recruit Pius Dea to the Primeval
If you want to convince the Pius Dea to join the Primeval, this is also an option. But remember, they think alien species are inferior and would only welcome a human emissary for peace/diplomatic talks.

Objective Four: Do your own thing
Make up your own objective, cause mayhem across Ord Janon and extend the sphere of Primeval influence.

 

[Boethiah]

Objective: One ; steal the ships.
[01/20]

Arriving on Ord Janon, Anja Aj'Rou had foreseen a fleet of starships awaiting her forces. Towering Cathedrals with no one to man them; a fleet that was surely crafted for them by the Gods long ago. Yet this fleet was not in the hands of The Primeval. Instead another zealous group, the Pius Dea, had retained control of these mighty creations and selfishly hoarded them away on the world below. A small task force lead by the Host Lord herself and supported by her allies and followers alike were sent to Ord Janon in an effort to take what rightfully belongs to them.

"We'll be landing shortly, enemy defenses are offline but once you're planetside they'll be waiting for you." An officer explained.

Anja's eyes stared through the viewport as her landing ship touched the ground, "Deploy my forces." Pouring forth from the transport, members of the Golden Banner 5th road forth in their MIFVs and made way towards the depot where the Cathedral ships were left dormant.

 

[Salaza]

Objective Four: Convert members of Pius Dea
1/20
Allies: [member="Perla Pirjo"] [member="Anja Aj'Rou"] Primeval
Location: Inbound for captial of Ord Janon

The pilots of the lone shuttle of the Primeval's forces were nervous. Not because they were going off on a private escort mission for someone within the Primeval, or because they risked being caught and obilterated. They were nervous about the passanger they were taking. They were afraid to look back as she sat in the seat behind both of them. When they'd first seen her she almost glided as she walked from the landing pad to the shuttle. No noise was given and she barley ackolwdged them. The rest of the jounrey both of them remained silent for fear of evoking some unforeseen wrath from this....woman. ​

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Salaza only sat in silence because she was deep in her own thoughts on what was coming next. The Primeval were to take Ord Janon and claim if for their own territory. But given the nature of the people it would prove not only a war of territory but of faith as well. Salaza was eager, in a sense, to test the faith of this "Pius Dea" by evoking her own methods. As she thought of what was to come her Amphistaff Nightshade hissed in her hand. She was wrapped around her right arm with the head resting in her palm as she stroked it with her other hand. ​

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If this Puis Dea was as strong as they claimed then Salaza was going to have more fun than she thought in making them forsake their gods in favor of hers, and those of the Primeval. ​

 

[Zola]

Objective: 2 "free" the slaves
Location: Near the Ord Janon Slave pits
Allies: NA
Enemies: NA
1/20

The Quednak galloped through the rocky expanse of land that flanked the slave pits of Ord Janon, carrying a barefoot woman known only to this land as Zola. Her former name, the one she had been given by her adoptive parents, and the one which hung on the walls of the Techno Union's Obsidian Cathedral was no more. That woman was gone, buried, fed upon by maggots and worms. For now, only Zola was here.

Why did Zola eschew her namesake? Why does a snake shed its skin and grow one anew? Why does the pupa crack open to release the moth? Her transformation was an interesting story, but it was a tale for another time. Right now there were other more pressing matters. Such as freeing the slaves of the Pius Dea so that she could convince them to follow her revival sect, Malevolence, a group which right now consisted of one single and possibly mad woman who had lost her way among the stars.

Zola pulled on the Quednak's reins, and it trotted to a stop on a hill high above the slave pits. She tied the mount to a tree out of the line of sight of the Pius Dea slavers below, and crawled on her belly with a pair of elecrtrobinoculars. Her jaw ticced as she looked through the lenses, counting the number of pit overlords. She counted ten, a number that made her smile. It seemed more than a coincidence that in her Quednak's pack lay ten iron spikes just waiting for their heads.

 

[Arage Bao]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Objective A: Heist-Heist-Heist[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Allies: [member="Setzi Lunelle"] | [member="Catalys Maijora"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px][01/20][/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]They were inside the prototype stealth shuttle that Salvatrucha had been working on for all this time and it was working excellently, this was one of [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]those[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px] times. One of those times when his interests aligned with the Primeval - which made it less awkward to work with Catalys - but not aligned enough to make it awkward for himself.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]His own operation was simple in this regard, while the main Primeval forces were battering against the remnants of the Pius Dea, his own people would slip in from the back and cut them down while they were trying to defend themselves.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]All in an effort to snatch one of those peb- ships for himself, they would need a heavily reinforced capital ship, if they were going to explore the outside of the galactic disk. They couldn’t just use some kind of lame freighter of starfighter for that, that was a thing that would have to be left for the Jorus Merrill’s of this Galaxy.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“Cata, how’s the Primeval army coming along?” the Underlord would shout over his shoulder while adjusting trajectories. They would need to plan this assault as smoothly as possible, coincide it on the precise moment.[/SIZE]

 

[Setzi Lunelle]

Objective A: Heist-Heist-Wha?!?!
Allies: [member="Khaleel Malvern"] | [member="Catalys Maijora"]
[01/20]

It was quickly dawning on Setzi that her Jedi Master was not cut from the same mold as anyone at the Arkania Praxeum. She hadn’t been back to the monastic-like academy since Malvern started training her. But the brunette padawan was advancing so quickly now, learning much more than she ever would under Shatterstar... and having an exhilarating time doing so. I mean, sometimes it was a little scary, she thought, but mostly exhilarating.

But Setzi had finally come to the conclusion Malvern was, at times, a thief. Perhaps a murderer. Racketeer, spice smuggler… criminal kingpin even? All of these scenarios had crossed her mind at some point. And had left the generally lightsided Jedi morally conflicted to say the least.

And today she planned to confront him. But not while he was busy with his trajectories. And probably not in the middle of a firefight which was bound to happen at some point. However, whatever the outcome of her personal discussion, she relished the idea of eliminating the Pius Dea, a lone vestige of a time when predigious and intolerance ran rampant across the galaxy. Setzi hooked a commlink up to her helmet and made sure the straps on her chest piece were firmly buckled. If the three of them were to steal, not just one Cathedral ship, but a fleet of them, she would leave nothing to chance armor-wise.

 

[Catalys Maijora]

Objective: One
[02/20]

"No idea. Looks like things started, though." Catalys responded immediately.

He knew very well that once assault began, Anja nor The Primeval would stop until they've succeeded. They came here to bring an end to the remnants of a sect who were just as zealous as they were. The Cathedral ships would prove valuable to their cause and he could see why Khal wanted one for himself...

The agent wasn't much for plans or plots but one thing was clear, in order for Khaleel to get what he wanted things would have to go smoothly. If not it would end badly for all of them; Anja was not someone he wanted to face after helping a man steal a spaceship in the midst of a battle that they're there to help with as well. Of course, to each their own, but still... He had every reason to be concerned. Those concerns flushed towards the back of his mind.

[member="Khaleel Malvern"] | [member="Setzi Lunelle"] | [member="Salaza"]

 

[Zak Dymo]

Post 1 of 20
Location: Bilgewater
Objective: B - Disrupt slave trade / Proselytize the slaves

It was known as Bilgewater.

The original name of the small spaceport was The Alpha Complex. This was from its founding thousands of years ago, as an alternate fuel and ordnance refueling depot during the height of Galactic Republic and Pius Dei expansion into the frontier. At various times afterward, it was sometimes in vogue to refer to the city that had sprung up around the star port as A-Com, A-Town, or The A-C. But the residents had settled on a far less flattering name, which catered to the reality of living in place where the ground water, rivers, and lakes had been polluted over the course of centuries by industrial run-off from the fuel depot and its serviced starport.

A pair of human dock workers labored under the hot sun, directing cargo loaders and old battle droids that had been re-purposed into security guards overseeing the assortment of non-humans shackled and chained.

Another shipment was due this afternoon. A star courier bringing slaves gathering in the fall-out of the Primeval invasion of Wayland. The thought of Mandalorian slaves didn't quite sit right with the man. But, provided that they weren't human. Or, at least, not entirely human... that would be all right.

The thought of the Primeval didn't quite sit right with him either for that matter.

The sound of repulsors echoed overhead like thunder. Craning his head up, the dock master watched as the silhouette of a Sienar Star Courier emerged from out of the clouds. That would be the Equinox, registered out of Bastion then. As the transport ship's wings folded down, the man turned to beckon toward a cargo loader and security droid.

The landing gear struck the duracrete pad with a hefty thump, the weight of the craft settling against the reinforced struts as the hiss of pressurized gas marked the transport standardizing its internal environment to match the atmospheric pressure outside. A hatch at the back of the craft, recessed flush against the bulbous habitat section of the ship, flipped down to create a ramp of steps down to the ground. A small shadow appeared in the doorway.

A youngling. His blue skin and violet hair marked him as impure. The dock master smiled at the sight of this one. Not so young as not to fetch a good price, not so old that he'd put up much of a fight. Dressed in white, the Pantoran boy made his way down the steps with his hands bound in front of him.

It was only as the youth was approaching the bottom of the ramp that the dock master thought that something might be wrong. Turning his head up to the ship, there was no one else emerging. No slave captain to negotiate with. "Hold it!" the man snapped, turning his eyes down toward the boy.

The binding around the child's arms came alive. The Amphistaff uncoiling as it leapt free of its master. Startled by the sight of the serpentine creature, the dock master jerked his head to watch it even as he jumped out of its path.

A mechanical snap-hiss caught his ear next. Turning back to look down at the boy, all the dock master saw was a blur of blood red light.

And then a sudden vertigo. Lightheaded, as the sky and ground seemed to tumble around in his vision as though he were falling. He felt himself hit the ground, and was confused at the sight of the blue-skinned child walking past a body that had sunk down on its knees.

It was a body that looked familiar.

He fell into darkness, the light fading from his eyes before he'd realized he had looked upon his own body -- to which his head was no longer attached.

 

[Laguz Vald]

[1/20]
Objective 4: Sneaky bsns
Allies: Prime?


Now, being a well-accepted and hardworking zealot had its merits, that was for sure; unfortunately, they had never meant much to the sniper. There was something to be said for the dental, yeah, and there was other stuff too, but… well. The price of loyalty had always been just that, with Laguz; a price.

And as a freelancer, the shifter was always on the market, for one thing or another. Steal that? Done. Kill them? Done. Gain some info? Also done.

Being on good terms with certain… groups only meant that xir job was made all the easier by it. so long as xe made sure xir actions didn't interfere with theirs — well, at least not overtly — the sniper would be free to conduct xir business as xe pleased. Today? Well, today, the business was option number 3) Acquire some information.

Usually an easy job, made doubly so ever since the sniper had begun polishing xir slicing skills. Xe could never hope to become level with the greats such as [member="Cryax Bane"], but xe didn't need to; for xem, slicing was merely another skill in xir broad arsenal, ready to be deployed whenever the situation called for it.

And staring at the cool, unmoving steel door in front of xem, Laguz Vald was more than certain that the situation was not just calling, but screaming for it. who was xe to say no?

 

[Arage Bao]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Objective A: Heist-Heist-Heist[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Allies: [member="Setzi Lunelle"] | [member="Catalys Maijora"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px][02/20][/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]The shuttle was agile and fast, which was the entire point of them. They weren’t heavily armed and didn’t have a lot in the way of defenses, they had to be lightly armed to counter the weight of the hull and the extensive technological stuff that was crammed into it.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]High-tech sensor arrays, stealth devices that would nullify almost every single stealth-detection tech on the market and more.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“Aight, hold onto your breechers… cuz we are going in.” he wasn’t kidding either.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Two moments after that, Khal quickly snapped the steering controls to the side and angled the ship in a very awkward angle that would allow them to breach the atmosphere and pop up behind the enemy without showing up on either sensors.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Just gotta do things the [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]right [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]way.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“Hey, Setzi. You aight there?”[/SIZE]

 

[Keira Priest]

Location: Near Ord Janon slave pits, with [member="Jemmila Kyrgen"]
Objective: Disrupt the slave trade
Allies: Primeval, Jemmila Kyrgen, [member="Boo Chiyo"]
Enemies: N/A
(1/20)

Slavery was a practice Keira was entirely indifferent to, not caring much either way as to whether it was continued or absolved under this or that power. In some senses it was a necessary thing, in others a matter for the acceleration of convenience for those beings that happened to lord over their fellow sentients. It was something she herself chose not to partake in, preferring to do things herself and not rely on another for a task that was easier completed solitary. It was nothing more than a waste of time, and she wasn't one patient enough to wait for another to return. But if others chose the opposite, then so be it. That was entirely their decision, and she wouldn't attempt to sway them. There wasn't any good reason as to why she should care.

It was suitably ironic, then, that she had chosen to work alongside another for this particular mission. Well, perhaps chosen wasn't exactly the right word. Rather, she had been made aware of the fact upon arriving on the planet, and that had been that. No complaint had been uttered, as raising her dissent would have been an entirely pointless endeavor. Instead she had settled. After all, she hadn't interacted with the individual previously, and therefore could draw neither a positive or negative reaction upon hearing the news. Cooperation would be the quickest and arguably easiest route to finishing things and being able to declare their mission a success, and she wouldn't compromise that over a petty argument. It just wasn't worth it.

Without raising complaint or fanfare she had followed the woman, it being all too easy to locate her via the Force thanks to the unstable aura she emanated that so closely resembled her own. That had been the easy part. Following her was just as simple, albeit more time consuming. But even then she had arrived, preferring to trek on foot for much of the duration, enjoying the pure physicality it brought her. It had been too long since she had done something just for the feeling of accomplishment garnered, and that one simple act was no different. It gave her a renewed sense of purpose, if only for the moment. For a time, that feeling of nothing more than plain and simple athleticism was enough to sate her.

But now she had arrived, not disguising her presence but not announcing it either, merely remaining behind and to the side of the woman, observing her silently. There wasn't any question she had at least some idea of what she was doing, and it appeared she had come well prepared for whatever eventuality lay in front of her. That was well enough on its own. Still she didn't interrupt her surveillance of the slavers, allowing her to continue on with her work as if she wasn't there in the first place. But eventually she broke that careful silence between them by taking another step forward, this time purposefully announcing just where she stood. Amber eyes looked upon the other with an air of impassivity and nonchalance.

"You would do well to remember that we're supposed to infiltrate the slave ring." A pause, in which she flashed a half-smile. "Thankfully, I've never been too good at following orders."

 

[Zola]

Objective: 2 "free" the slaves
Location: Near the Ord Janon Slave pits
Allies: [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Boo Chiyo"]
Enemies: NA
2/20

Zola felt the presence of another nearby with a powerful Dark Sided aura nonetheless. She took to her feet, brushed the dirt off her wraps, and studied the newcomer impassively. In her eyes was a broken quality, which was a feeling that she herself could relate to. At her cheeky reminder, Zola only nodded. Whether this woman liked it or not, Zola would leave with converts. She needed soldiers who wanted to fight for Malevolence, ones that would hopefully be the skeleton of the army of Zola's dreams. Ancient history told of various cults such as the Order of the Terrible Glare and the Pius Dea working together to eliminate the Jedi. Malevolence would not ally with lesser cults. They would simply eliminate everyone, Pius Dea and Jedi alike.

A sand crawler arrived, bringing with it fresh new slaves for the pits, distracting the overlords as they received their new merchandise. The women would have to strike soon.

"Are there more coming?" Zola asked. If not, they should make their move.

 

[Setzi Lunelle]

Objective A: Heist-Heist-Wha?!?!
Allies: [member="Khaleel Malvern"] [member="Catalys Maijora"] [member="Salaza"]
[02/20]

The shuttle banked onto its side, and luckily Setzi had strapped in at the last minute. Otherwise she would have gone flying across the ship. As they were sideways, she glanced at Catalys who appeared relatively calm and undisturbed by the sudden tilt. The brunette padawan lost her grip on her helmet, and it flew to the other side of the shuttle, banging against the interior wall. Hopefully the commlink still works after that, she thought.

Once Malvern righted the shuttle and it continued on its smooth trajectory, the padawan heard Khaleel say: “Hey, Setzi. You aight there?”

She gave him an anemic smile and licked her lips, wanting to say something, not about the motion of the ship, for Setzi had been on lots of bumpy rides. But about this supposed… “assignment” was how he referred to it. And it wasn't an assignment - it was a heist! From now on, she wanted to call it what it was, even if that was difficult to admit. She waited far too long to answer him for him to not know that something was bothering her.

“Khal, I am fine, but I do want to talk to you when we get the chance,” she finally said. Setzi looked over again at Catalys. She gave the Jedi Master a wink as if to say, not in front of the assassin. She then unbuckled her seatbelt and retrieved her helmet, inspecting it for damage.

 

[Zak Dymo]

Post 2 of 20
Location: Bilgewater
Objective: B - Disrupt slave trade / Proselytize the slaves

The Amphistaff shot through the air, quickly bridging the gap between the landing pad and where the slaves waited to be loaded onto cargo ships.

Durasteel came apart, sheared through effortlessly as the serpent coiled and uncoiled itself -- passing in and around the line of indentured serfs, their chains falling around their feet in pieces as their bondage was shattered by the Yuuzhan Vong biot.

Back on the landing pad, the young witch-boy was doing his best Jedi impression. Having been introduced to the Force by a Sith Lord, the former Acolyte was little more than a novice with the lightsaber. The only thing that his master had taught him had been the Shien variant of Form V, and that just in case the boy needed to deflect blaster fire while getting away after a successful assassination. Nothing in Boo's training anticipated a stand-and-fight approach. He was taught to be a Sith Assassin, not an apprentice. Force Stealth and shadows were his weapons, with the goal being to end a fight before it had even begun.

So, this kind of direct approach was a little outside of his comfort zone.

The flurry of blaster bolts from the different battle droids came him no shortage of material to use for Shien; absorbing, deflecting, and re-directing the shots in a fluid series of sweeps and orbits of the lightsaber burning in the youth's hands. A droid cargo loader exploded, as the witch-boy angled a shot at it's retreating backside. Two more security droids erupted in sparks and flames, as blaster bolts seemed to sail in all directions around the landing pad.

A battle droid raised a blaster for a shot at the boy, only to be cleaved in two as the red blade came down in a simple execution of the most basic of lightsaber velocities. As the boy's blade was buried into the durasteel frame, a dock hand came up with a cheap blaster pistol aimed at the child's head. The hair stood up on the back of the youngling's head, as he turned in time to see the barrel of a blaster.

The Amphistaff landed at the youngling's feet, coiling as it reared back it's open maw. A viscous fluid shot from out of the serpent's mouth, splattering across the man's face.

The slaver's shot went wild, as his body convulsed from the poison seeping in through his eyes and skin. Looking from the blinded man to the snake at his feet, the youth pulled the red blade out from the glowing, melted body of the droid. Flipping the lightsaber around so that he held it in a reverse grip, the boy bent down to retrieve the Amphistaff with his free hand. As the snake slithered up to coil about the youth's shoulders, the boy turned sharply to face the slaves.

As he did, he casually impaled the blinded slaver on the blade of his lightsaber.

Pulling his arm forward, the boy freed the slaver from the pain and eventual death from the Amphistaff's venom. Shutting down the weapon, the boy returned the lightsaber to his belt as he looked over at the confused and terrified former slaves standing there -- as though uncertain whether they now faced their savior or their own personal devil.

"The god of the Pius Dei gave you up as slaves," the young Pantoran declared, as he walked toward the cluster of now freed slaves. More than a couple took a step back away from the approaching child. Pausing, the boy held out his hands, inviting the assembly to look at the fact that they no longer wore chains. "The gods of the Primeval offer you freedom."

That message got more than a few of them talking.

The Primeval? Weren't they like the Sith? Why would the villains of the cosmos come to deliver them from evil?

"Believe in the Creations of Sargon," the child intoned, as his foot lashed out. Popping a blaster carbine out from the dead grip of a destroyed droid, the youngling kicked the weapon up so that he could grab it and hold it aloft. "But faith without works is meaningless."

With that said, the boy stepped forward to push the blaster rifle into the arms of an older man standing in the midst of the slaves. The man looked at the boy, then at the rifle, and immediately seemed to grasp it's significance. Younger men were already moving to gather up weapons that had become discarded across the landing zone.

"Worship with me," the Pantoran invited warmly, as his amber eyes lit up with unrestrained bloodlust.

 

[Catalys Maijora]

Objective: One
Location: Right behind Khal.
[03/20]

Catalys held onto his seat, things were going to get shaky from here and he was beginning to know Khal all too well from past adventures. If things went according to plan, it'd be great for both of them but still the many risks came to mind and Catalys couldn't help but think that me made a mistake every single time the two plotted their next move. Not to mention the Jedi had a bad habit of bringing strange women into the mix; who did he think he was?

"You know, I don't think I ever asked this before, but..." He made an awkward pause, "Do you know what you're doing?" Then he had to wonder if he'd regret asking that question.

As usual, the agent pushed his concerns to the back of his mind and hoped that by continuing the mission that everything would work out in the end. After all, it had done so up until this point, right? What could possibly go wrong!

[member="Khaleel Malvern"] | [member="Setzi Lunelle"] | [member="Salaza"]

 

[Salaza]

2/20
Objective 4: Convert the weak minded
Location: Arriving near captial of Ord Janon
Allies: Primeval, [member="Anja Aj'Rou"] [member="Perla Pirjo"]

The shuttle had landed just outside of the city. It was the perfect place. The moment Salaza was off the ship the shuttle took off as fast as possible. The men were glad to be rid of her Her pressence was always too eerie to handle. She did not mind or care. She knew that this mission was one she was going to succeed in, or die trying. That was a matter of how well these people could keep to their faith AFTER they met her. With a evil intent hidden behind a smirk Salaza began to walk towards the city. Most of it seemed quiet, possibly abandoned due to the coming battle. Salaza would need to start small anyways. Not hit so many people at once. ​

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As she reached the streets a sound caught her attention. A small laugh mixed with the rustle of garbage. She turned before seeing not too far away a pair of homless citizens were rummaging for food. She could overhear them say how lucky they were that the people had all gone into shelters or fled, meaning all the more food for the to gain. She began to walk towards them, her steps so silent she almost glided. ​

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The bums had noticed her, one of them telling her to stand back while threatning with a broken bottle. Salaza waved her hand while chanting something in old Dathomir. The bums were confused before feeling a slight pain in their heads. In passed as soon as it came but when they opened their eyes they were horrified by what they were seeing. They looked around and saw horrible creatures and visions. All symbols of the Pius Dea were now too frightening to look at. They saw them as evil signs of a coming horror that would swallow them. They dropped to their knees and coward, Salaza using her power to alter perection proving to be highly effective. ​

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She stpped in front and shushed them, lowering her hand to comfort them. When the bums looked now they did not see her as a witch or soe horrifying onster but an angel. The feathered cape looked like a pair of outstretched wings. Her bird-like head was insitead a golden array of yellow hair. Her clawed hand could not be seen, only a delicate smooth skinned one. And her eyes were not hidden by a helmet but instead a miraculous green.​

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"Do not fear.." she said, her voice stil a horse, echoing whisper, but to the men she sounded divine. "I can save you. For the winged goddess is stronger than all. She will keep you safe." ​

 

[Keira Priest]

Location: Near the Ord Janon slave pits
Objective: Disrupt the slave trade
Allies: [member="Jemmila Kyrgen"], [member="Boo Chiyo"]
Enemies: N/A
(2/20)

A beat passed in which the two women merely watched each other, searching for any perceived weaknesses. The mutual silence between them wasn't tense per se, but riddled with its own sense of danger and instability. It was a feeling reminiscent of two predators feeling each other out, either of them prepared to spring should the other show any sign of deference. As deadly and nearly suffocating the sensation was, it was one Keira had missed, in her absence from among the other Force users of the galaxy. Or rather, her absence when it came to working with or among them. Providing opposition was another matter entirely, but this time the two were to work together.

Finally the silence was broken as the inquiry was posed, and she only shook her head. "No others with us. There's another working alone, but he's chosen to take his own approach." If all went well the two groups would reconvene down below, once they had done away with any opposition and all was at peace, at least momentarily. This was the calm before the storm, time to plan and strategize before the real fun began. Whether any actual tactics would be discussed remained to be seen, but she had never been the sort to plan out her every move anyhow. Still, this wasn't just another reckless fight. This time, there was a preferred outcome to be reached.

The unmistakable feeling of lives being unceremoniously ended rippled through the Force, and she knew that one of their own had been successful. Where others would have been disturbed she took what could be called solace in it, allowing it to flow through and over her without hindrance. This was the closest to being at peace she would ever get, and it was only a temporary one at that. She certainly wasn't the religious sort, and this would be accredited to their own skill rather than the will of this or that cosmic, all-knowing and all-seeing galactic entity. The others could think what they would, but the only thing she relied on and trusted in at the end of the day was her own skill and that of others.

"Do you have any idea as to how you want to go about this?" It was always better to ask rather than assume, especially with one whose ideals seemed to so closely mirror her own. ​"I would recommend having some sort of plan, rather than charging in blind. I'd rather this be ended quickly and without issue. The relative amount of bloodshed is of no concern." Nor did she care how many lives she would have to end. If the slavers had made the mistake in challenging The Primeval, whether they were aware or not, they would suffer the consequences deserved them. And she wouldn't hesitate to deliver, through whatever means necessary.

 

[Arage Bao]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Objective A: Heist-Heist-Heist[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Allies: [member="Setzi Lunelle"] | [member="Catalys Maijora"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px][03/20][/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Do ya really wanna know, Cata?[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]” the Underlord asked rather seriously.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]It wasn’t that Khal didn’t know what he was doing, most of the times he knew exactly what it was that he was doing, but that wasn’t the real question here. Because the answer to his real question was that Khal… most of the times was just making it up while they were going long.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]It was all improvising on the spot, which sometimes made for awkward situations, but surprisingly worked out rather well in the grand scheme of things. Perhaps it was only time before Khal would be hit square in the jaw with a situation he couldn’t handle with sheer improvising, or perhaps they were really just worrying too much in the grand scheme of things.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Didn’t really matter for Khal.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]They still had a job to do, so he kept on steering, making sure that they would land exactly where they needed to land.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Sure thing, Setzi. We will talk when we are done here[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px].”[/SIZE]

 

[Setzi Lunelle]

Objective A: Heist-Heist-Wha?!?!
Allies: [member="Khaleel Malvern"] [member="Catalys Maijora"]
[03/20]

Setzi could have been mistaken, but it almost appeared as if there was a little bit of tension between Catalys and Khaleel. It took a lot to ruffle the Jedi Master’s feathers, but when the assassin questioned whether Malvern knew what he was doing, she stifled a laugh. The padawan found this humorous if only because she had pondered that so many times before on their excursions. Half of the time, she felt like Malvern was just fabricating his moves from one minute to the next and it just all happened to work out like a happy accident.

“Glad I’m not the only one,” she said under her breath, and a tight-lipped chuckle could be heard from her vicinity.

Setzi tied her hair back into a loose ponytail and placed her helmet on her head, getting ready for the landing. “Okay, Khal,” she said when he agreed to talk later. Examining the ship's lifeform scanner, she said: “I’ll try to get a reading on the heat signatures in the shipyard, so we can get an accurate count on how many opponents we’re dealing with."

 

[Catalys Maijora]

Objective: One
Location: Where he always is.
[04/20]

Catalys didn't even bother retorting and left things as they were. Besides, the task ahead was going to be hard enough without waiting for answers to important questions. Reaching down to his holster, the agent inspected the heavy pistol to make sure she was still in her prime as always. Conditioning was everything for a solider, any piece out of place could spell death in a fight and despite his zealous ties the man didn't have any intention of dying. At least not anytime soon.

"Well, let's get to it," he said in a low, tired tone. When it came down to it, Catalys would do whatever it took to get the job done and right now if that was putting his faith into Khal then so be it. Still; he had no idea how Anja would react when this was all over.

Time to take the leap.

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