Cults and Cathedrals [Primeval Dominion of Ord Janon]

[Vhaeri]

Location: Surface of Ord Janon | Exact Location Unknown
Objective: 4
Allies: The Primeval
Enemies: Enemies of the Primeval
Post: [ 01/20 ]

Vhaeri looked at her hands and smiled. Blood was a good sign. It was a sign of mayhem, of chaos, of destruction. She liked it. She really did.

Her journey had taken her to the planet of Ord Janon, along with the Primeval which she had joined a short while ago. It looked like the faction which would welcome her the way she was and which would not ask her to change. It was a good thing after having spent years of trying to fit in with no real success. But if the first key opened the door, what was the point of living at all?

That was a really bad metaphor.

Her eyes turned to the distance with a swift motion. She would try to spread as much mayhem as she could. She would do the best she could and be happy of it. Blood flowed from her hands, but that was a small sacrifice. Blood regenerated. But this chance of chaos may have never come again, so she had to get the most out of it.

 

[Laguz Vald]

[2/20]
Objective 4: Sneaky bsns
Allies: Prime

As it often turned out with militaristic extremists, these, too, had forgotten to lock the doors in their zeal. An often overlooked component of a good defense, and one xe had learned to exploit ages ago. Literally.

Focused as they were on vanquishing their perceived enemies with fire and force, the supporters of Pius Dea had, typically, neglected to pay any attention to their back door. Puns, intended or not, were sure to be had after Laguz was done with xir little detour, slinking down the many corridors of their nigh-abandoned base, xir mind following the lines of the map xe'd memorized beforehand.

Xe could've brought a small datapad, in this day and age, but the shifter preferred to not to put a cap on the gamut of things and people xe could run unless it was absolutely necessary. And with the training xe'd had, not to mention the excessive practice, memorizing a run-of-the-mill blueprint really wasn't a big deal, especially when compared to the tradeoffs.

The few advantages advanced tech could offer were more than made up for by the various mechanisms and specialized organs xe borrowed from other species, and so the sniper was hardly slowed down in the end. All it took was some ingenuity, talent, and a metric crapton of skill; luckily for xir contractor, Laguz had all of that, and xe had it in droves*.



*Professional exaggeration must be taken into account.

 

[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][04/20][/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]The ship burst through the atmosphere and clothed itself in the clouds themselves. It was the one thing that most people overlooked while doing this sort of thing, they assumed that stealth devices accounted for every single thing in their world, but they never thought of [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]this[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]And this was the way the clouds would move once a ship leaves its protection, the way the sensors would be able to pick that right up and make a fuss about it. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]A stygium cloak was all good and well, but it didn’t rip you away from the fabric of reality. You were still physically [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]there[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px], and that meant that you needed to angle just right. In such a way that even as you crashed through the clouds that you wouldn’t break them up too much, and alarm all kinds of people staring at clouds all day… or something.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“Alright, ten seconds ‘til we crash through ‘em clouds. Setzi, you got visual for me?”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Hands moved across the controls to keep it up with the movements, cigarette silently perched through gritted teeth.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“Cata, just wanna say. Appreciate ya’re here.”[/SIZE]

 

[Setzi Lunelle]

Objective A: Heist-Heist-HEIST!
Allies: [member="Khaleel Malvern"] [member="Catalys Maijora"]
[04/20]

It was a good thing they were hidden in clouds, because the Pius Dea had a few fighters on patrol that day, making their rounds above the shipyards. But the shuttle went undetected.

"Khal, the sensor is only picking up about ten lifeforms on the shipyard perimeter," Setzi answered. "Could be security droids too down there." She examined the reading on the console. "I can't tell what is inside the building. Must be built with some kind of material that prevents us from spying in."

She then reached down to the leather shoulder bag she brought and pulled out what appeared to be flimsiplast IDs. Turning to Malvern and Catalys, she said, "I took the liberty of getting us forged dockworker permits. This will allow access to most of the areas in the building, including one of the Cathedral Ships." She peered at the gun already in the assassin's hand. "Unless you are hellbent on using that now, maybe we should use the permits, go in quietly and save our ammo for getting out with the ship."

Setzi planned to bring a concealed pistol and her saber, but she mostly hoped she would be able to practice the Telekinesis that Malvern was teaching her.

 

[Isabella Denko]

Objective Two: Make friends
1/20

Isabella had always wanted somewhere to belong to call her own. The Primeval was like one big happy family which was what had drawn the young girl to them. She immediately felt apart of the group, a place she could grow and see her dreams realized. Izzy didn't expect to be given a planet to look out right off the bat but it was something she could work towards. This was a step towards that by being here and helping Prime take this world and convert these people. She had a way with words and thus was quite confident that she could get them to see things her way.

As friendly as she was Isabella was a little geeky at times and had yet to make any friends which was why she was headed to the city alone. She had also just joined so there was that too. Later she would need to make a point of meeting some of her peers.

 

[Catalys Maijora]

Objective: One
Allies: [member="Khaleel Malvern"] | [member="Setzi Lunelle"]
[05/20]

Appreciated?

The only thing Catalys could appreciate right now was being alive. He knew what Khal was getting at but still; it seemed rather cheap to appreciate someone only a moment before entering the jaws of death. If things went smoothly and they got out of their alive? Then maybe talks of appreciation would be... Appreciated. Until then he didn't want anything of the like to be said, lest Khal jinx the entire operation.

At the very least his female companion seemed to know her stuff, but Khal? He was always too into himself to ever actually explain what's going on.

"Ready when you are." He crossed his arms.

[member="Isabella Denko"] | [member="Vhaeri"] | [member="Keira Ticon"] | [member="Boo Chiyo"] | [member="Salaza"]

 

[Zola]

Objective: 2 "free" the slaves
Location: Near the Ord Janon Slave pits
Allies: [member="Keira Ticon"]
Enemies: NA
3/20

Zola's new partner wanted to know the plan, and the shaman flung her eyes to the sky as she looked to it for answers. After a few moments of meditating on the rolling clouds, she dropped her gaze back to the other woman. She spoke up in Basic with an accent that was more suited for a University student than a Dark Jedi Knight of the Primeval.

"I counted ten overlords that I could see, but we should assume there are at least twice that many."

She turned back to the pit, watching as an overlord gleefully beat two slaves bloody with a spiked maul.

"I don't think this is the place for stealth," she argued, her big brown eyes meeting Keira's hazel-flecked irises. "We need to show the captives that we can be their saviors, and to do that, we need to display all of our power."

Zola extended a hand, palm facing upwards. Her hand began to softly glow brighter and brighter until there were orange and yellow flames dancing in the middle of it. The heat radiated outwards, its waves undulating in the aura around her outstretched fingers.

"We burn everything to the ground."

 

[Salaza]

Ojective 4: Convert the Pius
Location: Within capital of Ord Janon
Allies: @Prela Pirijo @Anja An'Rou [member="Vhaeri"]
Enemies: Those that stand in my way

Small incidents began to occure around the city. Starting from one section of the city and slolwy working it's way twoards the center. The sounds of screaming and destruction could be heard. People were being taken from their homes or killed on the spot for resisting. The dead were left in the streets to rot while the living were lured and dragged towards an area in the city where a slowly growing mob of people were chanting "The Goddes saves all. The Goddess is truth!" And then the hostages were brought before her. Salaza cooed to them as she told them not to fear before using her illusions to sway their minds. Her power over some minds was greater than others. Those that would resist were killed and made examples of, strung from the highest point in the steets and left to rot while blood was drawn on the streets with words like "Heritic. Blasphemy." and so on were under them. Salaza had grown a small army that was growing with each part of the city they walked to. Now it time to take the fight to the main hub of the Pius. ​

 

[Condor]

Objective: 2
Location: Unmarked Dropship
Allies: Primeval, ship pilot
Enemies: Airborne hostiles, slavers
1/20
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Flying through the lower atmosphere in a rickety, derelict dropship was never fun. Worrying that any moment the ship could come dropping out of the sky like a stone was never enjoyable. The ship was practically a death trap, one made of durasteel, spit, and a whole lot of prayers. Still, the pilot charged for what you got, and Condor was a little tight on cash at the moment. Unlike theater, breaking a leg in the mercenary business was never good luck. A little over three months out of business had drained his funds a little more than he appreciated. However, there seemed to be no shortage of jobs, so as long as he stayed alive he would be well rewarded.

He had been hired by the Primeval to help them with their attempt to establish dominion over Ord Janon in any way possible, so he had elected to help break down the slave trade on the planet. He didn't know who he would be working with, but he could safely make the assumption that they could kill him before he could blink. He had no qualms with the notion. After all, he was working with them, no against them. He only wished they had provided him with decent transportation. Luckily, he was about to reach the drop location.

Drops for Condor were a little different than normal drops. Normally, the goal of a drop is to get down to the surface. With Condor, the objective was to stay airborne for as long as possible. His expertise was in aerial combat and recon, not shootouts or melee combat. The longer he could stay in the air, the better. Because he wanted to use as little jetpack fuel as possible, he had attached fold-out wings to the jetpack. By no means was he able to use them to fly, but rather a very long and very controlled fall. His weaponry reflected his expertise. The heaviest weapon in his arsenal was a modified blaster rifle. Aside from that, only a pistol and some stun grenades were the only weapons he was carrying.

The dropship screeched to a halt as they reached the drop location. Condor signaled briefly to the pilot before launching himself out of the bay. He was tugged back as the wings folded out, snagging on an upward current. He glanced up at his heads-up display, noting that there were no hostiles within the immediate area, and dove down, trying to get lower to the ground. The wind whipped his face as he picked up speed. He could see some of the slavers on the HUD, and he shifted his weight, getting himself upright before he opened fire from over a hundred meters up. His jetpack only had about a minute of fuel, so he had to use it wisely. At this range, he had almost pinpoint accuracy. However, he knew he wouldn't stand a chance once they returned fire. He fired off a salvo, scoring a couple kills before regaining altitude and preparing for another flyby.

 

[Ughad]

Objective 1: Steal the ships
Location: Following Anja
Allies: [member="Anja Aj'Rou"] | [member="Khaleel Malvern"] | [member="Setzi Lunelle"] | [member="Catalys Maijora"]
[01/20]

The Executor followed Anja closely. He was one of her military advisors after all. He was there to make sure that nothing she did was... too reckless, which had seemed to been the case any many of the past campaigns against foreign worlds. But there was little Kadri could do to stop her never-ending zealous rage. The gods burned in her brightly, perhaps too much so.

"I assume that you are going to follow them, Harbinger?"

The aged Umbaran expected her answer to be yes. But perhaps her thirst for blood had been sated. Or perhaps it had only been a display against the heretics that had faced them; one that needed to be used again.

The man coughed.

"I myself would advise against it, your holiness, but that- of course- is your choice and your's alone."

The Executor paused for a moment.

"I doubt these Pius Dea are nearly as organized as the Mandolorians... I will assume that we can test different tactics, yes? It's been quite a while since I've seen a good battlefield to test."

 

[Vhaeri]

Location: Surface of Ord Janon | Exact Location Unknown
Objective: 4
Allies: The Primeval
Enemies: Enemies of the Primeval
Post: [ 02/20 ]

The girl started moving in the direction she looked at and a creepy evil smile appeared on her face. As she walked, a trail was left behind of the blood which came out of her hands. She had no idea how long it would flow out of her, but she did not want to cover the wound or treat it any way. Interrupting the flow of blood was a sign of her own death and silence. Something she was not there for.

On the way, people who walked past looked at the woman with awe, with fear, with sadness. She didn't care about these people. Her eyes didn't even try to flicker. She had a goal.

"Hey, m'lady, are you OK?" one of the people asked after having appeared right in front of her. As her eyes were pointed straight ahead, there was no way she could have ignored the man.

"I am fine, thank you!" she said as she brought her bleeding hands closer to the man, then folded around his neck and her head leaned forward to kiss the man while her hands' grasp around the man's neck tightened and, with the aid of the Force, cut through it.

 

[Boethiah]

Objective: One
Location: The front.
[06/20]

The Primeval's forces flooded from the transports and began taking offensive formations as they launched their assault on the Pius Dea. Being accompanied by her aging Grand Executor, Anja walked down the landing ramp as vehicles drove past them and onto the battlefield. Ord Janon was one of the many ordinance depots scattered across the galaxy and the Pius Dea infamously used them as strongholds for their rule throughout the Old Republic. Now such worlds are mostly forgotten, a few remain used for their original purposes; supporting armies and their wars, or supplying frontiers in the defense against piracy. The Primeval, however, had motives of their own...

"I choose to walk among my champions," she responded to her trusted advisor. Kadri was one of the few she respected on a personal level, his skill in warfare and advice in military affairs was invaluable during the Marches and partially the reason they managed to defeat the Mandalorians at all on Wayland. Now he was in the twilight of his career, near the end of his lifespan as well due to incurable sicknesses that were beyond the advances of medicine. If there was anyone who could take the place of this colossus she wished to see their faces in her dreams, to see the future in that regard -- not others.

No fear rested in her mind on the matter, she still had him by her side and until the day that was no longer true he would serve faithfully and well. "I wouldn't underestimate the Pius Dea. They, like us, believe in something greater than themselves... It is that belief that allowed us our victory at Wayland and it may be that belief that gives them an edge today.' Explaining well to her advisor on the matters, she didn't lack confidence in their ability to secure a victory here. Only the Host Lord had a tendency to overestimate the strength of her opponents; she preferred that over the alternative.

[member="Kadri Ughad"] | [member="Salaza"] | [member="Condor"] | [member="Vhaeri"] | [member="Zola"] | [member="Keira Ticon"] | [member="Isabella Denko"] | [member="Laguz Vald"] | The Primeval

 

[Laguz Vald]

[3/20]
Objective 4: Sneaky bsns
Allies: Prime

The first doors, and all the doors thereafter gave out beneath the precise assault of one Laguz Vald, assassin, hedonist, and shifter extraordinaire. Many things were in xir job description, and many more could be… made to seem to be in xir job description. In xir many years of roaming the Galaxy, the shi'ido had ascertained that very little was absolutely and unambiguously true, but in that infinitesimal pinch of truth, a singular fact stood out; fake it 'till you make it.

Wait, were you expecting something fancier? Deeper?

Please; this is Laguz we're talking about here! No universal axiomata would ever found their way into xir vicinity, let alone far enough to be realized and internalized by the reckless being that the sniper was at heart. Oh, xe could pretend to be many, many things indeed, but it was exactly this that made it even more difficult for whatever remained of xir soul to find its true form. Not when everything was so easily mutable, every skin so easily shed; not when xe had forgotten what xe looked like underneath all those layers of mirage and glamour.

Pushing such silly thoughts out of xir head, the shifter slinked further along the corridors of the mostly abandoned base, borrowing the eyes of the barabel to aid xem in spotting any lone enemies still lurking about. Xe was sure that most of them were focused on the main invading force — thank you, [member="Anja Aj'Rou"] — but it couldn't hurt to be just a little bit careful; getting shot in the back really wasn't xir idea of a good time.

 

[Hades Michae]

OBJECTIVE: 3 - Steal some slaves, be a horrible near-human.
LOCATION: Slave Pits
ALLIES: Prime, anybody who wants to hang.
[1/20]

It seemed there were quite a few of his newfound allies with the same endgoal in mind, but Hades was always looking for a way to turn a profit. It was strange motivation since he collected money and never did anything with it. He used to burn through proverbial piles of credits, sinking in to stupors of thousands worth of drugs, sequestered in some maelstrom of incoherent thoughts.

Now the drugs were free because he moved them and the money sat until he needed it for some reason. Crime was just a reason to keep moving.

He moved through crowds of aliens with their faces turned down, his expression settled in to something convincingly unimpressed and considering at once. A large notebook tucked under one arm as a prop, the other hand was shoved in his pocket. He looked every inch the scummy slave-buyer, mostly because he was. Scummy, run-down, and wasted.

Reaching out with the pen he'd brought as an accoutrement to his notebook, he rapped the utensil on the back of the head of a Gran corralling some of the less pathetic offerings. "How much for the crowd?"

Turning around sputtering and waving his hands angrily, the Gran spat out a ridiculous sum increased by his irritation at the grizzled near-human. The attitude was to Hades' advantage: his seemingly disinterested facial expression masked a keen eye, one that looked for the nearest opportunity for influence.

"Come on now, that's a little high. Knock 8000 credits off of that and we're getting somewhere."

 

[Condor]

Objective: Free Slaves
Location: Sky high
Allies: Non slavers
Enemies: Slavers
2/20
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Condor shifted the wings up, catching an updraft of warm air to gain a little altitude before reversing his direction, ready for another flyby. He was a very unorthodox form of air support, but it was working for now. Suddenly, a laser bolt darted in front of him, almost taking a chunk of his nose out. His nose could stand to be a little smaller, but having it reduced like that was less than ideal. He didn't take much offense at being shot at. Given the same situation, he would have done the same thing. Not that knowing that really mattered, he was going to kill the man anyway.

He engaged the jetpack again, allowing himself a brief moment to throw a smoke grenade down at a courtyard seemingly entrenched with slavers. His fuel was getting low, and he needed enough to be able to take off again if he needed to. Under the cover of smoke, he dropped down as silently as he could onto a nearby rooftop, lying prone in order to reduce his profile as much as possible. Slowly, he crawled to the edge of the roof, taking advantage of the walls to protect himself from return fire as much as possible.

He edged the barrel of the rifle over the rooftop, letting loose a volley of shots at the targets below. He had the element of surprise, and it showed. The slavers must have been drunk, as it took some a couple seconds to locate him, and even then they weren't able to focus on him. He heard a couple grunts as some shots hit home, but those sounds were drowned out by the roar of laser blasts hitting the building. Down below, he could hear people breaking into the building and running up a flight of stairs. Only then did he notice the door leading to the rooftop. Not the best place to land, apparently.

Not wanting to waste time, he fired more shots over the rooftop, hearing the thud of bodies dropping to the ground. He could hear the men getting closer to the top of the stairs, and he focused the barrel of his rifle at the door, waiting for the unlucky man that had to be the first to open it. He could hear somebody fumbling with the lock, and suddenly the door burst open, just as Condor fired a volley of bolts at the door.

 

[Ughad]

Objective: 1
Location: With Sam [member="Anja Aj'Rou"]
[02/20]

"Of course, A-" He coughed, perhaps a bit too artificially, "Harbinger. It is as you wish."

The woman beside him did not look like the warrior she professed herself to be. The force had given her great strength, and was honestly all that she needed. In his mind she was being simply brash about the subject, and would one day find herself lying dead on a battlefield. For what better way for a king to kill themselves than by riding at the front of his armies? The leader of a powerful nation of the stars charging into open combat was foolishness to many, but not to the Primeval. But he knew Anja did not take his words with a grain of salt.

"Why do you suppose this remnant of a cult has not used their ships against us yet? You don't suppose that they might have forgotten how to use them?." With that he suspected another speech about the unfallable will of the gods. Which, as he knew, usually meant she did not know herself, or she simply didn't want to take the time to answer. It was indeed the easiest solution given her... position in the cosmic heirarchy, for even she was mortal and simply following the orders of a higher being, of which itself was interpreting into words the will of Sargon. It made Kadri's mind wander if it was indeed the will of the gods, or simply that of the leader. Either way he would follow them to the death, for that was the oath he had sworn the day that he became an executor, nay, even before then when he joined the Primeval's navies as a cadet many years ago. He had sworn to follow the words of the Host Lord unerringly until his eyes closed one last time.


Anja Aj'Rou | Khaleel Malvern | Setzi Lunelle | Catalys Maijora

 

[Mishk]

Objective: do your own thing (for now)
Location: [member="Zambrano the Hutt"] s throne room
Post 1/20

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There was something about this friend. It was human Mishk decided as he lifted the mans head with his small yet surprisingly strong skeletalike hand. The human, chained face down, arms and legs spread wide expressed such horror. But mishk also felt something else...

... Disdain.... ... the black jawa became jeleous. Was this one trying to replace him? They always tried to.
Mishk threw his head down, a sound crunching sound escaped as the face was smashed to the cold stone floor. Mishk barred his teeth and hissed toward the man. Then with a sour face he turned around and made his way quickly to his master heaved upon his throne of yet more bodies.

Tumbling forth Mishk landed with both feet and hands to the floor. He lifted his tiny head to gaze upon [member="Zambrano the Hutt"]

"Massster.... pleassse. Send me somewhere to cause more pain! I will take parts of anquish and tuck it into boxes and bring it back to you. Massster pleasse, I want to prove that I can... can prepare more games... " mishk kept his submissive position.

The creature had no reasources of his own. If it pleased the warlord to send him away, having his directory prepare whatever was fitting. Otherwise Mishk would find other ways to impressive his beloved dark object of worship.

 

[Boethiah]

Objective: One
Location: The front.
[07/20]

Anja walked with Kadri, "They don't have enough manpower," she looked to her aged advisor as they spoke; the two would approach the back of an open MIFV. Stopping less than a meter from the vehicle, "but we do." The Host Lord ducked lower, entering the vehicle and sitting in one of the far end bench seats along the side of the vehicle. Two other soldiers were inside but no more, the four of them would go on with the convoy that was prepared to enter the fray.

Several units of the Golden Banner 3rd were deployed on Ord Janon to deal with the Pius Dea insurgency.

"Our forces should outmatch theirs -- just perhaps not greatly." She continued her conversation with Kadri inside the Durasteel encased vehicle, with Wraid tanks leading the way their unit will at least have firepower on their side. Even if the Pius Dea did have the manpower to mount a proper defense, they'd quickly find themselves outnumbered and inevitably outgunned.

[member="Kadri Ughad"] | [member="Condor"] | [member="Hades Michae"] | [member="Vhaeri"] | [member="Salaza"] | [member="Zola"] | [member="Isabella Denko"]

 

[Zambrano the Starweird]

Objective: Do your own thing (for now)
Location: Meh Throne room
Post 1/20

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Gleefully, the massive Hutt sat in his Throne of bodies, granting himself a small snack. His hungry hands, jealous of their masters mouth, anxiously plucked fingers, toes, ears, noses, tongues, or eyes from the various places they hid from him upon his Throne. Each one being popped into his mouth like candy, or some other small delacy you eat out of a red and white striped bucket when one is watching something amusing.

However, in the relative silence (silence to Zambrano, being the pleasant background noise of shameful whimpering, hopeless cries, and hysterical sobbing), his candy-plucking was momentarily interrupted. The small one, his Dearest, smashed a friend against the floor, and threw himself into folds of his blood soaked, blistered, and puss leaking black rotted flesh. Begging to leave.

Why must they always beg to leave him? He did not like it when his friends left him. Oh how he hated it! Loathed it! Whenever they tried to leave, he only played harder with them to make sure they couldn't think any longer of leaving him! But it never worked... whenever he played too roughly, somehow they managed to escape him anyway, and the Hutt is left behind sad and dejected. He cared for all the people he touched, but his complete and undying trust in them... and they always betrayed him. They always betrayed him. Eventually, no matter how loved they are... they always betrayed him.

"You wish to... leave me?" A legitimate frown fell upon the gigantic face, unbefitting of his demeanor, and his great eyes fell to a darkening shade of blue. The unfamiliar strangeness of this change of face, made some of the slaves in visible range look up from their place, perplexed by this change and what it meant for them and their escape.

"SsSLUT!" A giant meaty tendrilled hand leaking of its burning saliva swung from its place to smack the tiny Jawa on his great stomach, intended to send him toppling over to the side. The giant orbs upon his face, changed momentarily to a fiery orange, like the burning fires of Wayland. But a moment later, the rage vanished, and the eyes returned to their downcast and bluing position. Something... something deep inside of began to stir... a memory... a recalling of something that made him reconsider what he had done, a very rare event indeed. The big sad eyes returned to [member="Mishk"]'s form, wherever it may be now.

"If you love something, let it go. If it comes back to you, it's yours forever. If it doesn't, then it was never meant to be."​

​

Pondering this, Zambrano spoke once more, not out of fury, but out of some twisted perversion of love.

"Mishk, dearest... I have decided. You may go, play your games. But you must promise me to come back! Do not leave me alone in this lonely sad darkness without you. It must be, meant to be, forever! So you must come to me, and play when you are done being your own..." Solemn, longing eyes reached out to the little Jawa.

 

[Ka-Aver]

Location: a slave camp
Objective 2
Post 2/2
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Once the fighting had begun a cartel ship leading a fleet of non- fighting vessels had joined the primevil armada. Led by the Jewel of Sriluur - a gigantic slave vessel which remained in orbit the smaller freighter fleet of huttsmen swiftly headed down toward their targets to shuttle captured slaves to the jewel waiting on its price.


On the planet, the treetops surrounding camp 435 waved in the air, unsuspecting of what was to come. One would sometimes wonder if things would have been different if nature could fight back.

At least thats the thought that hit Ka-Aver as he rested his boots on the control panel. [member="Sempra the Hutt"] always needed more slaves and here was a good opportunity to get some. The slavers and their cultist allies was all busy dealing with the primevil invasion. This would be like picking candy from a child.

As he breached the camp parameter sirens sounded the alarm and defensive turrets opened fire as the ten huttsmen decended upon them. The ship turrets opened a wild array of fire as they skowed in and opened their hangar bays, dozens of battle droids jumped out and quickly engaged the slaver guards.

Ka-Aver pulled back his feet and grabbed his two handed vibro glaive. He would soon be ready to round up this batch as well before continuing to the next camp.